take it slow, put it down on me.

⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — TICCI TOBY

If there's one thing in life Toby never thought he'd experience, it's marriage. He's a wanted criminal, for one, so it's not like he'd ever be able to get married. But he just also never thought he'd fall in love. Sure, he dated Natalie for a few months but that wasn't anything real, and they'd both just been trying to cope with their own shit.

When he met you, it wasn't anything special. Love at first sight didn't happen, he wasn't drawn to you like a moth to a flame, and he barely even acknowledged your existence unless you two had to work together.

But the longer he spent time with you, the more his walls began to come down. For whatever reason, he found himself beginning to relax around you. He didn't force himself to be cool and edgy, and he didn't put up this asshole front to keep you away from him.

He could be himself around you, and he thinks that's when he started to fall in love. The way you got together wasn't even a confession. He'd gotten hurt on a mission, and even though he told you he couldn't feel the pain, you still treated his wounds so gently, insisting that he be more careful next time.

His blood had been staining your hands, and you were just so breathtaking. Toby didn't think, he just kissed you. And that kiss is was led to you two dating.

And, for a while, dating you was enough. He didn't think he wanted more. But then Natalie told him that Jane had gotten engaged, and for some reason, that struck a chord inside him.

Suddenly, whenever he wound up in a new town, he saw some kind of marriage related topic. A small town wedding happening beside the bar that Tim had dragged him to after a mission. Brian showing off the engagement ring he'd bought for his partner.

It was like the universe was pushing him in that direction, and he wanted to ignore it. He didn't want to risk ruining his perfect relationship with you. But the idea of you wearing an engagement ring just... it did things to him.

That's how he ends up enlisting Natalie's help to break into a jewelry store. It takes him almost thirty minutes just looking through all the rings, trying to find the perfect one that would match your style.

But it takes him almost three months to actually muster up the courage to propose. He spent days just practicing it with Natalie. He doesn't really think it did much to help, but he appreciated that she was willing to be there for him, at least.

You only realize somethings up when his tics begin to happen more frequently. He's nervous, and you can tell from the way he avoids your gaze and shies away from your touch.

"Toby, are you okay?" You ask, concern written all over your face. His hands are shaking as he digs for the little box in his pocket.

The poor guy can't even ask you to marry him. He's very certain that if he opens his mouth, he'll throw up. That's how nervous he was. But the ring is enough to get his point across.

You're definitely shocked, staring at it for a few moments before looking at your boyfriend, "...Are you asking me to marry you?"

"Yes." He manages to force out the word, nodding once. He doesn't even realize he's holding his breath until you take the ring, a small smile on your face. He exhales, shoulders slumping, leaning against a tree as he presses a hand to his chest, hyperaware of his rapidly beating heart.

And when the two of you let the other proxies know that you're engaged, he's smiling brightly, his fingers intertwined with yours. It's the happiest they've ever seen him.

⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — HOMICIDAL LIU

Liu had always dreamed of a life where he would fall in love with someone, marry them, and start a family. When he was kid, that had honestly been the only thing he really wanted. He didn't have any dream job, he just... wanted a happy family.

Of course, after everything that happened, Liu knew that dream wasn't ever going to happen. He should just be happy that he's alive.

Meeting you was a blessing, really. You were his sanctuary. An angel sent from heaven. He thanks God every single day for bringing you into his life, because he can't imagine it without you.

It took him so long just to allow himself to love you. You could do so much better than him. He still thinks this, no matter how many times you tell him that there will never be 'better'. He'll be selfish and drink up everything you give him until you decide you don't want him anymore.

Marriage wasn't something he wanted to think about, not at first. When he thinks of his future, it usually involves his death.

He only thinks of it as a real possibility when you ask him if he'd ever be interested in getting married. The question had caught him off guard, and he just stared at you for a really long time before you laughed the question off and reassured him that it's okay if he didn't want to get married.

"Seriously, don't think too much about it. It's just a silly question. It's fine if you don't wanna marry me, I'm more than happy to just date you forever." You had said.

But Liu didn't stop thinking about it.

It stuck with him. Because... yeah... he did want to marry you. The realization was jarring. He'd been denying himself of picturing a future with you for so long, but now it's all he can think about. Even though he was legally classified as dead, and you guys would never be able to have a wedding, he still wanted to marry you.

He didn't have anyone to talk to this about, other than Sully. And Sully found the whole thing to be stupid, really, "Just propose or shut up."

And... well... that had been the push Liu needed, honestly.

Liu didn't have to buy a ring.

It's a little silly when he thinks about it, but back when he was a kid, his grandmother had given him her engagement ring that his grandfather has proposed with. She knew about his dream to start a family of his own, and she told him that when he finds his person, he could use her ring to propose.

Liu spent hours practicing in a mirror, coming up with the perfect speech to express how deeply he loved you, and how much you meant to him, and how happy he would be if you said yes.

But none of those words came out when the time came.

Instead of the speech he had planned out, he could only whisper a soft, "You are everything I need. Please, marry me."

And when you say yes, Liu cries. Years of pent up emotions came out in that moment, and he felt a bit pathetic, but you made him feel so much better as you slid the ring on your finger. The smile on your face was blinding.

Liu vows to love you for the rest of his life.

⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — ZERO

Marriage? Just the mere idea of it has her laughing.

In what world would she ever want to get married? It's a miracle that you were still alive, considering she murders everyone she comes across. She's not sure why she kept you around. She thinks it's because she finds your reactions to the murders she commits hilarious, but it's more than that.

You've tried running away from her numerous times, and instead of killing you and being done with it, she just drags you back.

And when you speak to anyone that isn't her, she's filled with this burning anger that she takes out on the next person she kills, threatening that you'll be next if you so much as flinch while watching.

You only start dating because she likes the idea of you being her partner. You never call her your girlfriend, and she's always the one who initiates physical contact. It's a completely one-sided relationship, one that isn't even built off love.

But Zero doesn't care. She doesn't want your love. She wants your obedience. If she manages to squeeze out a little affection from you during the process, then that's just a bonus.

That's... what she tells herself, at least.

Zero doesn't want to acknowledge the fact that she'd gotten truly attached to you. You've been by her side for so long that she's gotten used to you being around, and she can't really picture her life without you in it in some capacity.

It's something that greatly gets on her nerves when she thinks about it for too long.

Her proposal isn't something she gave much thought to. Or... any thought, for that matter. It had been spur of the moment. She'd broken into this home and killed the people living there. She picked the place apart, taking whatever she saw valuable that she could get good cash from.

And when she saw a pair of matching rings in the jewelry box in the bedroom, well... for some reason, she didn't even think about selling them. She just snatched them up and slid one on her finger before heading outside.

You were waiting for her, leaning against the hood of the car and keeping watch.

"Hey," She calls out. The moment you look her way, she's tossing you the ring. You nearly drop it, and cringe a bit at the blood on it smearing your hands.

"What's this?" You ask.

Zero shrugs, opening the driver door, "We're engaged now." She says.

"We're what?!"

And even though you claim to hate her guts, you wear the ring. She doesn't force you to. You like her more than you cared to admit, it would seem.

⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — JANE THE KILLER

Truly, Jane never thought she'd fall in love. After everything that's happened to her, her entire life revolved around murdering the man who ruined her life. She didn't think she'd have time to live, and never bothered to form any lasting relationships.

But somehow, you stuck around. Even when she tried pushing you away for the first few months of knowing you, you just... didn't leave. Your stubbornness was a trait she found to be annoying at first, though she's grateful for it now.

Dating you was easy, despite all her doubts. She'd disappear for periods of time, following a lead that might lead her to Jeff, before eventually returning to your side when it becomes a dead end. No matter how long she's away, you always wait for her.

You were her other half, genuinely. She doesn't believe in soulmates, or fate, or anything of the sort, but she truly believes that you were a part of her that she a missing.

She wanted to spend the rest of her life with you. It's a realization she had late one night, after dropping by your place after yet another dead lead. She'd called you earlier that morning, telling you she'd be returning home that night. Jane has expected you to be asleep, but you had stayed awake waiting for her.

The two of you never brought up the possibility of marriage, so Jane was a bit nervous when she bought a ring. Natalie had to spend hours just hyping Jane up, reassuring her that you'll definitely say yes. Jane appreciated the effort, but it didn't make her any less nervous.

The night she proposed, Jane cooked a very nice dinner. She had planned on it being a surprise, but you came home early and insisted on helping her. Apparently, you'd planned on making her a nice dinner tonight as well. What a coincidence.

But the time you two spent making dinner definitely helped to calm her nerves. You were cracking jokes, and she was rolling her eyes and laughing. You always made everything so fun, and her heart was racing when it was finally time to bring the ring out.

"I, uhm, I had a lot of things I wanted to say, but... I think I might die if I don't just ask now, so," She pulls out the small, velvet box, opening it so you can see the ring she'd gotten, "Marry me?"

And Jane had been expecting two outcomes. Rejection, or acceptance. She was not expecting you to gasp, and pull out your own box with a ring.

"Oh my gosh, I was going to propose tonight, too!" You say, showing her the ring. And Jane... well... she just can't help but cry, honestly. She's just so in love with you that it's overwhelming.

She shows off the ring you got her to Natalie the following day, recounting the experience with a bright smile on her face. She's not sure she's ever been this happy before. Not in a long time, at least.

⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — ZALGO

Marriage wasn't an entirely foreign concept to Zalgo, but it's not something he's ever seriously considered. There are numerous people married to him, solely because he finds that marriage reinforces the control he has on his cults. They aren't genuine marriages, but if the humans want to believe they've married their god, then so be it.

It's not like he'd ever fall in love, so why would he ever consider marriage in a serious aspect? Well... then he met you.

To this day, he still doesn't quite understand how you managed to worm your way into his hearts. One moment, you were nothing more than a naïve, bright-eyed new member of one of his cults. Someone who hadn't quite been broken in yet.

And then the next moment, he was going out of his way to possess random people just so he could hold you in his arms and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

There was just something about you that stuck with him. You get special treatment, because of his odd little fascination with you. He only spoke to you, and nobody else. This change had you anointed, essentially, as 'Zalgo's Chosen'. A title he deemed fitting for you, because he had chosen you.

The attention you got was a bit disturbing. You're not sure why Zalgo seems to like you so much, but it doesn't feel like you'd be able to just leave. You're not sure if you want to leave, to be honest. It's... scary, being loved by him, but at the same time, it was kind of nice.

Zalgo only starts to consider marriage when people start to approach you romantically. Not members of his cults, no, they're well aware to leave you be. But outsiders, on the rare occasions you go out. Those people have their souls devoured by the end of the day.

It's not a topic he ever discusses with you. He doesn't need to talk to you about it. You belong to him, so therefore, it's only natural that you two get married, no?

You're crying, trying to pull your hand away from him, but his grip is firm. He's as gentle as he can possibly be as he slowly cuts a line around your finger until it connects. It's not a ring, but it'll get the point across.

And if you'd like a ring in the future, then he'd be more than happy to fetch one for you.

"Shh, it's okay," He softly murmurs, the hands of his vessel pulling you into a gentle embrace when he's finished. You're shaking, and clinging to him as you cry. He could feel the confusion radiating off you, questions you didn't dare to ask out loud.

Carefully, he pulls back just a bit so he can meet your gaze, his hands coming up to gently wipe your tears, "This is a necessity, my sun." He whispers as he presses a kiss to your cheek, smiling just a bit at the way you lean into the touch.

"You understand that, correct?" He asks. You don't even hesitate as you nod.

You truly are perfect.

⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — HOODIE

Given Brian's... job, a relationship was already difficult enough. Slender did not like when its proxies got distracted, and it has gone out of its way to have things it deems as distractions eliminated.

But it's a good thing Brian doesn't care, right? Slender can't control him like it controls Toby, and Brian isn't scared of it the way Tim is. He certainly isn't devoted to Slender the way that Kate is, either. Brian does whatever the hell he wants, and Slender has no choice but to deal with it.

And dating you was one of the many things the entity puts up with. Your relationship with Brian doesn't get in the way of his work. If anything, he's more efficient at it because it means he gets to get back to you quicker.

You have no idea what he does for work, either. The one thing he agrees with Slender on. It's better this way. You don't deserve to see any of that bloodshed, and he just knows that if you ever found out, you'd leave him. And that's just not something he can let happen.

Brian isn't the one who thinks about marriage first. It's you.

You bring it up in conversation casually. He doesn't even remember what you two had been talking about, he just remembers you saying, "Well, when your my husband-" And his mind completely focuses in on that.

The mere thought of being your husband had his heart racing, and it was a little embarrassing.

"So, you wanna get married?" He had asked, a cheeky smile on his face when you stumble over your words, awkwardly trying to direct the conversation elsewhere. He lets you, but the conversation never leaves his head.

It takes months of saving up, but he buys a ring. Not just any ring, he makes sure he goes to your friends and family, and he asks them what ring you'd like best. Apparently, this is something you've spoken about a lot.

Brian proposes to you after taking you out on a date. It's nothing public, just a quiet place with a breathtaking view. It's a sweet moment, and you both end up crying.

But you say yes, and he's not sure anyone will ever be happier than he was in that moment.

Safe to say, the other proxies become sick of him rather quickly when he returns with a wide grin on his face.

⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — DR SMILEY

Never in Damien's existence did he ever think he'd end up in a relationship. Love isn't something he's sure he can even feel, not in the way that everyone else does. His relationship with you was nothing more than an experiment.

That's what he tells himself, at least. But the experiment is going on far longer than he intended, and he doesn't find himself growing bored any time soon.

Your reactions to everything he did is what kept his interest, he thinks. The way you'd tense up a bit when he got too close, and the way you'd get easily flustered when he's whisper in your ear and touch you despite your disdain. It was amusing, seeing you at war with yourself.

Marriage was a topic that he'd never given much thought to. People married the ones they loved, but it seemed like a pointless ritual. A flimsy sheet of paper that means nothing in the grand scheme of things.

He never saw himself getting married, but for some odd reason, the idea lingered in the back of his mind. For months, he ignored it, just brushing it off as nothing more than curiosity, something he wanted to study to better understand humans.

But then he found himself thinking about marrying you, and that... that really wasn't the plan. It wasn't a bad thing, just incredibly unexpected. He doubts you'd agree to marry him. He's certain that you still think he plans to kill you once he gets bored, which... a valid fear, but an unneeded one.

Damien has no plans of murdering you, not anymore. He's... attached. Not entirely the true extent of his complicated emotions, but a simplification of it.

And when Damien just so happened to target a married couple (of which was total coincidence), well... it was simply a sign from the universe.

The rings were carefully extracted from the corpses, Damien taking great care to not get a single drop of blood on them.

The rings were, disturbingly enough, a perfect fit on both of your fingers. It would explain why Damien measured your finger a few weeks back, but that's nothing more than another coincidence.

Damien doesn't propose.

You wake up to the ring on your finger, and you're greeted with a sharp-toothed smile as he explains that, from now on, he's your husband, and you're his spouse. It's something you'll struggle to get used to, and you might even try running away again, but Damien is a patient man.

You'll learn to accept this change.

⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — JUDGE ANGELS

Dina had spent her entire life wondering if she'd ever be able to fall in love. Silly daydreams about meeting her knight in shining armor, and being taken away to some place far far away where only she and her love would be.

They were nothing more than fantasies, ones that she knew would never truly happen. Romance wasn't in her cards, and that's something that saddened her, but something she accepted nonetheless. At least, until she met you.

Loving you was easy. You were so kind to her, and that kindness is what had her falling for you. Truthfully, Dina was more than content with loving you from afar. She never expected you to reciprocate her feelings, and she definitely wasn't expecting you to ask her out.

Dating you was a dream come true, really, and she couldn't ask for anything more. She could die right now, and she'd die feeling fulfilled.

But that didn't stop her from dreaming. Dina was satisfied with just dating you, don't get her wrong, but... sometimes, she'll see ads for wedding dresses, or rings. She'll watch a movie, and there will be a proposal.

You've never spoken about marriage before, and she's not sure if it's something you'd ever want to do. Hell, she can't really... get married. She's not entirely sure if she's wanted by the police, but she also didn't want to take any risks.

She'd been meaning to ask you about your thoughts on marriage for a while now. Her nerves always had her backing out before she could though, even though she didn't care whether you wanted to marry her or not.

Dina doesn't remember where she got the ring from. It's a ring she's always had, and she thinks that maybe it had belonged to her mother, or even her grandmother. She's not too sure, but she found herself reaching for it, one evening.

"...Would you ever be interested in getting married?" She had asked, her hands shaking as she stared at the silver band held gently between her fingers. The movie the two of you had been watching filled the silence, but she swears the only thing she could hear was the sound of her heart pounding in her chest.

When you take too long to answer, Dina had tried to brush it off. She stumbled over her words, laughing awkwardly, making some comment about the movie. You knew better than to just let the topic change, though.

"Dina, do you want to marry me?" You had asked. All she could muster was a quiet 'yes, more than anything,' as you gently directed her gaze to you. There's this small smile on your face, and her heart melts when you nod, "Then let's get married."

The ring fit your finger perfectly. Dina truly believes that the two of you were fated to be together.

⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ — NATHAN THE NOBODY

Honestly, Nathan never even saw himself getting in a relationship with anyone. He was so set on finding his sister, on murdering the people who took her and bringing her home that silly things like romance was meaningless.

It was a miracle that he'd even met you, saving your life from someone who had tried kidnapping you. Nothing was meant to come from that minor interaction, but he ended up walking you home that night because of how terrified you were, and...

For some reason, he stuck around. He told himself it was just until you got over the incident, until you felt safe enough to walk around outside without looking over your shoulder every few seconds.

He hadn't planned on getting attached, but he couldn't stop himself from falling for you. The guilt of falling in love ate him alive for a while, and it took him months just to accept that yes, he very much does love you. But after getting over that hurdle, it was... easy, dating you.

You were like an angel. A light in the dark, one that he was drawn to like a moth to a flame. You waited for him, even when he spent months away. You were, in short, his home.

So when Nathan found himself staring too long at some jewelry store in some random small town, he knew he was doomed.

The thought of marriage was one he'd never thought about... ever. Crystal had told him over and over again that he couldn't get married unless she planned the wedding for him. Something about how she didn't trust him to take it seriously, or whatever.

But god, the thought of marrying you... it had his heart racing, and he doesn't even remember buying the ring, just that it weighed heavy in his pocket the next time he dropped by your place.

Nathan doesn't propose in the traditional way. There is no question, he doesn't get down on a knee. He just pulls the ring out of his pocket and hands it to you, "...It's yours, if you want it." He murmurs, pointedly avoiding your gaze. It's okay if you don't take the ring, he really didn't plan for any of this to happen.

But you do take it. You take it, and you put it on. It's just a bit tight on your finger, but nothing that can't be adjusted. And Nathan... he hasn't felt this happy in a long time.

A wedding isn't something that will happen until he finds his sister, a fact that he makes very clear and one that you understand. He doesn't want to have one without his sister there.

Arguments between you and Liu were incredibly uncommon. Liu went out of his way to avoid them, and the two of you rarely ever disagreed on anything to begin with.

Honestly, he doesn't know what started the fight. Probably him. He was reckless, uncaring of his injuries. You didn't like that, and he didn't see what the issue was. It spiraled from there, and became this whole thing that came to a screeching halt when you stormed off to the bedroom.

And Liu... he left. He walked around town, ignored Sully's pestering, and let his emotions eat him alive.

You were mad at him. The thought alone had his eyes watering.

So when Liu got back to your place later that night to see you sitting on the couch, he wanted nothing more than to make things up to you. Neither of you spoke a word as he sat down next to you. You didn't glance his way, and his heart broke.

At first, he didn't do anything. He didn't want to upset you more, but... the silence was killing him.

Slowly, he reached out. His fingers brushed against your wrist, careful and hesitant. You don't pull away, and he takes that as permission to interlock his fingers with yours, pulling your hand up to his lips so he can press a soft kiss against the back of it.

"I'm sorry," He murmurs against your skin, glancing over to see you finally looking his way.

His heart races when he meets your gaze. You looked so... annoyed. It hurt to see you like this, but... Sully really wasn't lying when he told him that you were incredibly hot when you got like this.

The thought has his face flushing, shame making its way at home in his gut along with a steadily rising need.

His lips trail up to kiss your wrist, and then your arm. You don't push him away, so he presses on. He leans over to kiss your shoulder, your neck. He trails up to your jaw, and then your cheek.

The annoyance in your gaze melted into something softer, but Liu wasn't done.

He pressed a kiss to your lips, soft and slow. You were quick to return it, and he thinks that if he died right now, he'd be fine with it.

Liu doesn't break the kiss until he slides off the couch so he's kneeling on the ground before you. You were sitting criss-cross, but he was quick to change that. Pulling you to the edge of the couch, you had no choice but to drape your legs over his shoulders.

His cheek rests against your thigh, and he can feel the way you tense up just a bit as he presses a soft kiss against your skin. Liu loved being like this, between your legs, looking up at you.

"I'm sorry," He mumbles again, this time his eyes beginning to water from the sheer emotion he felt. He'd cried enough today, but he just can't help but cry a little more knowing you're willing to let him get close to you like this.

"Stop apologizing," You say, your voice oh so soft that Liu swears he died and went to heaven.

But Liu hasn't made things up to you yet. A simple sorry isn't enough to convey how remorseful he felt. He needed to give you something more, to make you feel better.

His hands slowly trail up your thighs, squeezing them before his fingers absently fiddle with the button of your jeans. He can hear your breath hitch, and he licks his lips as he holds your gaze.

"Let me make it up to you. Please?" He softly murmurs. It's not begging, but the desperation was heavy in his words, one that you no doubt picked up on.

Liu can see the exact moment you decide to give in, a small huff coming from you as you nod, "Then you better get to work, yeah?" You murmur. If Liu wasn't hard already, then he most certainly is now.

His hands shook as he worked to unbutton your jeans, his mouth suddenly dry as he managed to finally get them undone. Unzipping them, he gently nudges you to lift your hips, pulling your jeans down until you're able to kick them off with ease.

This isn't the first time he's seen you like this, and it most certainly won't be the last. But every time he finds himself like this, he finds himself overcome with an overwhelming amount of love. Liu can't help but take a deep breath, and you let out a small huff of laughter, shaking your head a bit.

"You're so beautiful," He whispers, his voice barely audible even in the quiet of your home as he shifts closer, pressing a soft kiss against your pussy through the fabric of your panties.

He wanted nothing more than to tear the fabric off and devour you until you're a breathless mess, but Liu wanted to take his time. This was an apology, after all. So instead, he slowly licks your clothed slit, looking up at you and holding your gaze.

His hand comes up, his thumb pressing against your clit. He can hear your breath stutter, and the wet patch forming against your panties was more than just his spit.

Liu is more than happy to eat you out through your panties, his thumb making slow circles against your clit. He doesn't stop until you're completely soaked through, teetering just on the edge of an orgasm.

"Liu," His name on your tongue sends a shudder through his body, and he had to stop himself from fucking the air as he hums against you, relishing in the way your eyes flutter a bit at the feeling, "I want more."

And there's no way he could ever deny you. Whatever you want, he was willing to give.

Your panties were gone before you could blink, and the cool air hits your exposed folds, causing you to shiver just a bit.

Liu's nails dig into the meat of your thighs, no doubt going to leave small indents in your skin. You were dripping, and he was dying for a taste. Before he could actually get to work, your fingers were burying themselves into his hair and lightly tugging him back.

The whine that came from Liu earned a soft laugh from you, and the sound went straight to his dick. Fuck, you really have no idea how perfect you are.

"Shouldn't you ask nicely first?" You ask, acting like you weren't thoroughly affected by the little he'd been able to give you. You wanted him to beg. You loved when he did, and Liu knew that.

"Baby, angel, please," He presses himself back into your hand, the feeling of you pulling his hair, even just a little bit, had his craving for more, "I'm sorry for upsetting you, I really am. Let me make it up to you. Please? Just... just one taste. I'll make you feel so good, baby, I promise."

He can feel your grip tighten just a bit, can see and hear the way you suck in a sharp breath before you're nodding, tugging him closer, "Go ahead, baby. Make me feel good." You exhale.

And the moment you gave permission, Liu was surging forward. Your taste flooded his senses, and he groaned. His tongue greedily lapped up your juices like he was a man dying of thirst, and the sounds coming from him were downright sinful.

He gave you no time to adjust to the feeling of his tongue before he was latching onto your clit and sucking. A low moan tears through your throat, and your hips jerk just a bit. It's a motion Liu eagerly welcomes, pressing himself impossibly closer to you.

One hand still grips one of your thighs, keeping you as close to him as possible while his other hand snakes up, and you're so wet that it was easy to slide two fingers inside of you.

"Fuck, Liu," You breathlessly moan, the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you causing you to clench around them. You were starting to get desperate, and it was clear in the way your hips would jerk involuntarily every other second, chasing a high that Liu was eager to give you.

His fingers were quick to press against the special spot inside you, and he watched as your head fell back, a desperate moan escaping your lips as your eyes fluttered shut. He made sure to angle his fingers so that they would press against your g-spot each time he would pump them back in, his tongue circling your clit in all the right ways.

You were getting close to the edge, both of your hands buried in his hair at this point as you grind your hips, riding his face and using him like he was nothing more than a toy for your pleasure. Which… was really hot, and he could probably cum in his pants just from that alone.

When your orgasm hits you, you're barely able to warn him before your release was crashing through you.

Liu drank it all up, not letting a single drop go to waste. He pulls his fingers out, making sure to lick them clean as well before he was back to licking your folds, peppering soft kisses against them before you were gently tugging him back.

He mourned the loss of your taste, but didn't resist.

And Liu was a mess. His face was flushed, pupils blown, with your juices dripping down his chin as he licked his lips, clearly craving more. Not to mention the mess you've made of his hair.

"Was it good?" He asks, breathless, as you pull him up.

You press a soft kiss to his lips, and he melts into you, kissing back ever so gently like you were the most precious thing in the world. And to him, you were.

"Wouldn't have let you done it if it wasn't," You murmur against his lips, and he can't really argue with that.

His forehead presses against yours, more than willing to just bask in silence with you. But he's quick to break the silence, his voice soft as he speaks, "…Am I forgiven?"

The question earned a soft hum from you, "Of course, baby."

Liu exhales, pressing another quick kiss against your lips.

"Love you," He whispers. It doesn't convey the true depth of his feelings for you, but it was enough.

You smile, "Love you too. Now hurry up and take me to bed, I wanna go another round."