hello! @chosodolls recently stole one of my dottore x reader fanfictions from ao3 (all 10.8k words of it), changed a few pronouns and character names and uploaded it as a sukuna x reader fanfiction on tumblr, under their own name. i had no idea until i received a comment in my ao3 from a kind anon informing me of the stolen writing. i'm genuinely appalled. đ i don't know what to do about this because i can't force them to take their fic down, but i'm hoping people will see this and hopefully keep an eye out?? and not consume the stolen writing, because i worked hard on it and having it stolen is genuinely enraging??
my original fic is here at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55032457 I didn't upload it on Tumblr yet because of the wordcount, but you can verify the original belongs to me if you go to my AO3 linked in my other works here and check the dates. I've written previous fics for genshin impact x reader before. Check the dates. They only uploaded today.
chosodolls retitled their fic "EAT ME DOWN TO THE MARROW! ; sukuna r", and it's glaringly obvious that it's stolen from me if you compare the writing. đđ
Please don't ignore this. I write my content for leisure, for free, and for people's enjoyment. I do NOT write for people to steal and reupload. You should be ashamed.
So sorry for clogging up the tags. I'm not sure how else to get this noticed. I didn't really try to gain a following or an audience or anything on Tumblr because I was merely writing for recreation in my own little corner... but that doesn't fucking mean you can steal my writing.
It's deathly ironic that chosodolls tells people not to steal their works yet stole mine??
Anyways, please take notice. Reblogging for reach would be greatly appreciated.
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all the wrongs (make a right)
when you ask them to set you up with someone else.
or at least, that's what they interpreted it as.
wanderer, wriothesley, diluc ⥠gn!reader
warnings: diluc may be ooc (but he's funny), yapping
notes: WRIOTHESLEY... THE MAN U ARE...
you like someone else.
wanderer doesn't know how to deal with that factâbecause of course you do. why would you ever love someone like him, anyway? who is he to even consider love, when he has none of it to give?
when he was created, love built him fiber by fiber. love constructed his eyes, love blessed him with sight and touch, love allowed him to perceive. because in this world, perception is the basis of love, and when wanderer was allowed to perceive, he was allowed to love.
he had love. lots of it, even. there was so much love in his being that it spilled from his eyes, dancing across the oasis of his irises and manifesting into stars. when the wanderer was created, he was ready to be loved, he was ready to love.
and then he was discardedâwith all his loveâbecause he was not enough.
(he wonders what it would take for him to be kept. for someone to cherish him despite his artificial limbs, his heartless chest.)
(he wonders what it would be like if he were cherished, even for just a little bit, by you.)
from across the lecture hall, wanderer stares at your figure. his eyes, which once manifested stars and dripped with love, trace over the bridge of your nose and the curl of your lips. wanderer stares at you, basking in the mundane, romanticizing the ordinary because for some reason, under the lights, you look ethereal.
(he would rather die than admit that outloud.)
he stares and stares, oblivious to the fact that stars have reappeared, that they begin to scatter across his irises like a mosaic of love. because the wanderer is unlike himself when it comes to youâhe's enamored, he's taken, he's smitten.
when you blink, his chest throbs, and the nothingness in between his ribs becomes somethingâsomething akin to a heart, maybeâbecause you turn nothingness into everything, and all of a sudden wanderer feels a buzz in his chest. if he stares at you long enough, the buzz begins to sound like this: thump-thump, thump-thump.
suddenly, you turn to look at him.
his breath hitches.
you smile, and his heart aches.
then you look away. as if none of it mattered to you, as if your smile were a simple little thing, as if your eyes and your attention were meaningless.
but none of it is ever meaningless, because when he's in your presence, and when he has just a mere wisp of your existence, the wanderer breathes. he does not need to breathe (like humans do)âbut when you look at him, your gaze sweeping over him like a golden light, he becomes human.
his humanity manifests in the form of a stolen breath, stagnating in his synthetic lungs in order to catch you for just a second. to adore you, within him, for but a moment.
when you meet up with him after class, wanderer feels his stomach churn (like humans feel). he feels something crawl up his throatâdisgust, probablyâwhen you look at him with those oh-so pretty eyes of yours, and when you talk to him with that oh-so pretty voice of yours.
(what has he been reduced to?)
"sorry to make you do this, wanderer!" you exclaim, bashful. "you really don't have to help me talk to him! just let me know if you don't want to, okay?"
earlier, you had asked him to help set you up with some nobody. something along the lines of, "i need my thesis project approved" or whatever, but wanderer knows mortals.
he knows that they have ulterior motives in everything they do, and the way your gaze averted from his and the way you fiddled nervously with your fingers when asking him for help was enough for him to deduce: you liked the person you were meeting up with.
"i meanâ" you suddenly add, trying to fill in the awkward silence that's caused by wanderer's frustration, "he's a really scary guy, so i get it!"
"hah," he replies bitterly. "scary? yeah, right."
because what could be scarier than him? a puppet whose previous incarnations committed deeds of mass destruction, a puppet whose previous incarnations still exist with him in the present.
wanderer's past incarnations come in the form of hatred, and hatred festers all across his bones and makes its way onto his expression as he stares at you with longing. because wanderer wants youâand what would it take for you to want him back? what would he have to do, to have a mere fraction of your existence?
(but the hatred within his being grows larger. it takes over his ribs and his skin, because wanderer is a disgusting product of his previous incarnations, and his previous incarnations would never be satisfied with a mere fraction of you. his previous incarnationsâand himâwant all of you.)
"he really is, though! everyone in the akademiya fears him 'cause he always rejects their thesis projectsâi mean, i'm scared too, but if you're there then maybe it won't be so bad!" you explain, waving your hands around for emphasis. the wanderer latches onto the fact that you need him there, that you want him to be there for the sake of comfort.
he thinks bitterly to himself: you're the only one who'd find comfort in me. and there you go again, your attention leaping beyond him, traveling towards greater heights that he will never, ever be able to catch up with. because one thing about mortals is that they are fickle, they are fleeting and they are dangerous, not to himânever himâbut to each other.
one thing about mortals is that, in the face of love, they will do anything. they will look back for a brief second and lose it all, just for a glimpse of what could've been. one thing about mortals is that they'll do anything, everything for the person they love, all because it makes them happy.
as he trails after you, observing the back of your head with all the bitterness he can musterânone, when it comes to youâwanderer sighs.
(what has he been reduced to?)
you lead him towards a large door, and wanderer's chest stutters. he realizes that you're headed straight towards the grand sage's office, where many akademiya students loathe to be. but there are some outliers who want to enter that office, who want to exist inside of it because of the sage himself.
(something along the lines of the grand sage being attractive or whatnot. wanderer doesn't know, and frankly, he doesn't care. unless it comes to you, of course.)
what was his name again? wanderer thinks. but he doesn't have time to mull over the details because he just can't let you go thereâwanderer doesn't want you to leave him behind those grand oak doors, left to exist with himself when you're just across from him.
he's always been star-far from you, perpetually longing to reach out and catch even a wisp of your light. and now that opportunity irrevocably close.
wanderer is going to seize a star; he's going to grasp your radiating atmosphere, let himself get pulled in by your gravity, and he's going to rest there forever and ever.
his hand reaches for your wrist, stopping you just before you reach the doors of doom.
(what has he been reduced to?)
"don't go," wanderer states. although his tone is stern, there's an unmistakable softness to his voice, his fingers clasped around yours as if he's afraid you'll be whisked away by the world, leaving him alone and betraying him once again.
"but my thesis projectâ"
"don't go," he repeats, "stay here." with me, his mind adds.
something crawls up his throat, his gaze suddenly averting yours as his free hand comes to tilt his hat down, masking his expression with its golden rim.
he holds his breath.
"alright," you respond. "is everything okay, wanderer?"
he doesn't respond. he tugs at your arm and pulls you close to himâso, so closeâand chooses to exist in the silence. with you.
after a couple minutes, you hear wanderer mutter quietly to himself: "who even needs a thesis project?"
"uh, everyone who wants to graduate," you reply. wanderer rolls his eyes.
"who would even want to graduate?"
"me?" you respond, confused. wanderer looks away.
"whatever."
"eventually, i have to talk to him anywayâ" you start, but wanderer quickly cuts you off.
"no, you don't."
"what?"
"nevermind. you wouldn't get it."
(what has he been reduced to?)
(a human.)
"what?" wriothesley says, almost incredulously. ''you want to know what clorinde's favorite flower is?"
"yeah," you reply. "i'm thinking of mailing it to her soon because i'll be too busy in the underworld to go out."
wriothesley briefly considers dispatching you on a deep sea expedition before realizing that if you're far from clorindeâundergroundâthen you'll also be far from him, and he's not sure if he can handle that.
"well, you know, i don't really know her all that well..." he trails off, lacing his fingers together professionally. "it's a shame, really. maybe you can give her something else?"
"oh, like a box of chocolates?"
he blinks, his mind venturing to the worst scenarios. are you confessing to her? are you trying to court her? what's with all these romantic gifts?
it's unmistakable, the way his heart aches and squirms within his ribs. it's unmistakable, the way he feels something sutter one-too-many times within his chest, the tempo of his heart becoming slower and slower when, in your presence, it typically races.
but wriothesley swallows his envy and opts to relish under your gaze, feigning ignorance to the way his heart constricts a little, his ribs beginning to close in on themselves.
"well, clorinde is fond of anything that comes from your heart," wriothesley says, trying to ease the strain of his voice. "so anything you give her will definitely convey your feelings for her."
you chuckle to yourself, amused at the thought. "yeah, my feelings."
wriothesley doesn't quite know how to explain it, but the way you speak of your feelings for clorinde makes him want to give into the world and forget everything. because your expression is so lighthearted, so cheery, it makes him hate himself for wishing that it belonged to him. for wishing that you would ever, could ever, feel about him the same way you feel about clorinde.
he's selfish. too selfish. and maybe that's why you don't like him, and maybe that's why he doesn't deserve you, not now and not ever.
damn this heart of his.
"so, how long have you been planning this for?" wriothesley asks, forcing his signature grin. but the way his lips twitch a little, and the way his leg bounces up and down gives away everything.
you like someone else. for how long? wriothesley wonders, chuckling bitterly to himself. for how long have you liked clorinde?
how long has he spent, pining helplessly after you, only to realize that it was never going to work out? how could he even begin to perceive the thought of loving you, to even contemplate a time beyond what you've already given him?
he's such a fool.
"a couple of months," you say, fiddling with your fingers. wriothesley's such a fool, because the way he notices your tiny habits and the way he ogles at your embarrassed expression makes him want to continue falling hopelessly in love with you. even though you like someone else. even though you're discussing "someone else" right in front of himâhe wants to love you anyway.
because that's just the kind of lovesick, hopeless fool he is.
"oh? a long time, huh?" he replies, hoping you don't notice the way he struggles to speak, the way words fail to leave his mouth the way he should.
wriothesley loves youâbut no, love is not enough. he loves you the same way the birds love the sky, reaching into the limitless void, yearning and wanting. he loves you the same way tide loves the shore, ebbing and flowing, wishing for more.
wriothesley loves you in unimaginable ways, but they are not so galactic or as grand as the stars, because the love he has is rooted here on teyvat, within reach, and most fervently, within himself.
"yeah. i've been needing to apologize to her for a while now, actually," you explain, averting your eyes from his. "'cause a while back, i accidentally dropped a whole cake on her. it was a mess. literally and metaphorically."
"what?" wriothesley blinks.
"huh?" you tilt your head.
"apologize? so those gifts are for an apology?"
"yeah," you state, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
"oh."
the grin he wears is no longer forced, and when you exit his office, wriothesley buries his face into his hands, unable to contain his smile.
so i have a chance, is all he thinks.
angel's tavern is unusually quiet today.
"is kaeya single?" you suddenly ask.
the glass in diluc's hand nearly shatters, his gaze focused wholly on you as his jaw clenches.
angel's tavern is unusually tense today.
"what?"
you smile awkwardly. "is kaeya single?"
"i heard you the first time."
silence ensues.
"so is he single?"
he looks away.
"i'm not sure."
diluc wonders where it all went wrong; since when were you interested in kaeya, of all people? he doesn't know what's worse: the fact that you don't like him, or the fact that you'd like kaeya over him.
he decides to ignore the way his heart constricts a little, suffocating in between the ribs that are supposed to protect it. but even when his heart gets pierced, skewered onto his bones, he feels warm. so, so warm.
he looks at you.
"you like him?"
"he's okay," you respond nonchalantly, swirling your glass of water as if it were a decadent wine. "i don't know him all that well."
"and you still want to know if he's single?"
"we all start from somewhere."
well, you're starting from the wrong brother, is all diluc thinks.
"huh," he says unenthusiastically, "so you like unreliable men?"
"what?"
"nothing."
diluc doesn't know what to make of himselfâhe doesn't know where to look or what to do. should he keep polishing this wine glass, or should he confront you right now and tell you about how he's loved you for so, so long?
should he tell you about how he's willing to do anything for you, how he returned to mondstadt all those years ago with only you in mind? should he tell you about how he was ready to leave this life as a ragnvindr behind, to travel teyvat and never look back, but he was more faithful to you than he could've ever imagined? he remembered you, so fervently, that he returned. he returned and he stayed.
there's no point, diluc tells himself. i will wait. he's waited and wanted you for so long, he can withstand this newfound infatuation you have. so what if you like kaeya now? diluc latches onto a slip of hope, a minute chance that maybe, just maybe, you'll notice that it's been him all along.
he's always been here. waiting. (for you.)
you glance at him, your irises enveloping him in a tender embrace, and diluc wonders what it'd be like if you were in love. with him. he wonders how much lovelier that look would be, how warm it'd make him feel, if your pupils would dilate a little, if your expression would soften and your lips would curl into a smile when you did so much as recognize him.
would you notice him then? would you be able to discern the look in his eyesâthat look of loveâif you felt that way too? would you be able to tell that your existence is sown into his skin, growing and blossoming like a wildflower, persisting 'till the ends of time itself?
your existence blooms all across his being until there is nothing left of him, and everything left of you.
"what do you like about him?" diluc asks, trying to ignore the way his chest throbs. he readjusts his collar, feeling strangely stuffy.
"well, he's attractive. but i don't like him like that."
diluc steals a glance at his reflection in the wine glass. people usually tell him that he's attractive. more than kaeya, though? they haven't specified.
"beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder," he affirms.
"what's that supposed to mean?"
"anyway,"âdiluc feigns ignorance to your flabbergasted expressionâ"i wish you luck on your endeavors." he crosses his fingers.
"thanks?"
"and if anything ever happens, i will be here." as i've always been, he thinks.
"right."
"and if he does anything weird, say 'ragnvindr' three times."
"what?"
there's no trace of mirth in diluc's expression, and everything he's stated thus far has been said with a straight face. you shiver a little.
"we are also closing, by the way."
"i thought you guys were open all hours of the dayâ"
"nope. goodbye, dear customer." diluc pauses a little when saying "dear," for he relishes in the sound, wondering when he'll be able to drop the "customer" part and call you only that. only "dear" and nothing elseâwith no strings attached, except for a red knot around both of your pinkies.
he cringes at the cheesy thoughts he's having.
"uh, diluc?" you call, getting ushered out of the tavern by his glare alone. "you do realize i'm not trying to get with kaeya, right? i feel like you're misunderstanding things."
"what?" this time, it's diluc's turn to be flabbergasted.
"i'm just asking for a friend. you know donna?"
he wonders if it's possible to disappear off the face of teyvat (again).
(but even then, he'd return to mondstadt for the sake of being with you. for the sake of existing in your presence.)
(because that's just the kind of man diluc is. the kind of man he becomes at the mere thought of you.)
"oh," is all he says.
"did you think i was interested in kaeya?"
"angel's share is open all twenty-four hours of the day," diluc states, ignoring your question.
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contains: drabble, König x fem! nurse! reader
You hated the cold, more particularly you hated traveling to cold places. It was bullshit, honestly, you used to be stationed in a desert. Just a cute little nurse, practically surgically bound to her little fan.
That was until you were transferred. Some cold ass area. Snowed everyday, everyone there already accustomed to the shitty weather so never bothering with adjusting the temperature. Looking at you like you were the strange one for prioritizing your survival. Ohhh you hated it. And what you hated more was the smug ass colonel. Always snicker at your trembling form, inputting billing codes so you could go to your room by 5 PM.
"You are trembling, nurse." Speak of the devil. You'd scoff softly through your nose like an angered pup. Dropping back to flat of your foot when you noticed he had already grabbed what you were reaching for. Damn him and his colossal height.
"It is cold, colonel." Your hand reached out for the item he had in his hand; just a measly pack of papers for your shitty printer that could only hold up to 50 at a time. Your eyes narrowed just slightly when you noticed his hand tilted slightly higher, holding the papers above you. Your voice coming out much more annoyed than you intended, "May I have those papers, colonel?"
You could've grabbed a different one, sure, but who did this little asshole think he was? Stealing your paper?
"Hum, I do not know, schatz," König was honestly glad he opted to wear his mask indoors today, you couldn't his dog-ish grin under the old cloth. Maybe messing with the sweet lady who helped stitch you up when you were dying wasn't the smartest move; but König wasn't exactly the smartest man. To him, there was no pleasure better than pissing you off for another day.
You inhaled sharply and gave one more, pathetic hop to grab the paper from his raised hand. To no avail, of course. So you spun around and grabbed a different set and stomped off. The mere sight of it only made him release a very quiet chuckle.
You were his sweet little obsession of the year. Ever since you came you were so fun to tease and piss off. König had seen your little letters to transfer back to the other base. But he always put in word for you, vouched on how much he and his men need you. If keeping you just a little longer kept him entertained and you pissed off, what was the harm in a little more teasing?
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Sundress Season
Summary: Summer is Ohio gets real hot, thankfully there's a new trend sweeping the nation... Folks are calling it sundress season. Arvin is calling it proof that God exists.
Warning(s): it's porn with plot y'all. Simple as that, ain't too dirty. PiV in the wilderness plus a truck that's literally it. Oh, background (hinted at?Âż?) racism too.
Note(s): do any of y'all read the notes bc lol, the summary is a little clickbait-y, here's your warning now that not once does anyone say the words sundress season. This is 3.5k words!! What else, oh, go easy on me y'all haven't written smut in a bit AND shout-out to @cocoamoonmalfoy for helping me with the slang and constantly putting up with me sending her different version to read đ„°
Pastor Dan stands at his altar covered in sweat and glistening red robes. He moves unfazed by the heat that grips the rest of the churchâ Aunties in big ugly hats sit fanning themselves, one hand raised to praise weakly or they're dabbing sweat off their foreheads. Some mothers usually spend the service shushing their kids and keeping them in check doing nothinâ but sitting there bored because their wild kids have been tamed by heat.
Little girls with their frilly socks sit slump, sweating out their fresh perms and a part of you winces in sympathy for both the mothers and the girls. You don't miss those daysâ the smell of chemicals, blue grease, and an eternity spent between your mom's legs holding your ear down in a fleeting attempt not to get burned. You had long since gone natural, something you were starting to regret more and more as church drags on; your hair is sticking everywhere it shouldn't, your scalp completely drenched and the sweat only being caught by your eyebrows. You're downright miserable right now but the same can't be said for Arvin.
The man sits in jeans and a matching jacket, his cap secured firmly on his head. He doesn't seem to be paying attention to the service nor is he paying attention to his sister murmuring along with Pastor Dan in a whimsical tone to amuse his niece. His eyes seem to be roaming the room in faint amusement, not a bead of sweat gracing his skin and when he somehow senses you looking at him, his chestnut eyes jump to yours and he smiles something soft. Before his eyes drop down to your outfit and he snickers.
You are a grown woman. Sure, you still live with your mama but her house is bigâ you have your own room, your own car no matter how beat down it is and you got a job in the city that pays you a pretty penny. You are your own person, free to make your own choices, to do whatever you want but that all goes out the window when it comes to your mother and church. She had taken one look at your outfit, a pair of shorts and a tank top, and sent you back up to your room like you were a child and told you to change into that dress your grandma got for you two Christmas' ago. Said dress was a hideous shapeless length of orange fabric that hugged neither curve nor lump, it stops just above your knees, and a matching pair of ugly gloves that make your skin crawl just looking at them.
Your mama had said you looked beautiful when you came down the stairs but Arvin bit back a laugh every time he glanced at you. The bastard.
You stick your tongue out at the man and he barks out a laugh that makes Lenora jump in her spot. Just as she turns to nag him there's a loud thump then Pastor Dan's wife Katrina screams bloody murder. The music that was playing along to the pastor's service cuts short as the piano boy shoots to his feet and there's a burst of movement and more screaming. Your eyes snap over to the commotion, leaning over chairs to see past the suddenly standing members of the church to see what happened and⊠oh.
Cindy Prewitt, the main singer of the choir in all her pretty thick purple robes had passed out. Her piano boy is at her side in the instant, his gravelly voice heard over mothers reassuring their kids everything was okay; âCindy, baby, are you okay?â
Pastor Dan dabs at his forehead with a cross embroidered handkerchief as he stares on, a frown on his face, âWe have to end it here folks, I knowââ
You don't hear much else because Cindy stirs and several people exclaim âhallelujah!â or some type of; âGod is good!â
Arvin has made his way over to you in all of this, his fingers interlocking with yours when he's sure no one is looking and he tugs you a bit closer to him, âThink we gonna head out. Heat's finally getting to Grandma and Lenora, you staying?â
You squeeze his hand in response, thinking before responding. You had rode here with your mother in her car and as much as you'd love to leave with her, you know she's gonna make it a point to stop and talk with everyone and their mother before taking a step out those doors. âI dunno⊠Your truck here?â
Arvin bobs his head a little, looking over by the altar where Cindy is now sitting upâ a cup being pressed to her lips by her lover and he frowns just a bit but the grip on your hand grows a little tighter. âMhm, Uncâ drove Lenora ând them here. I just followed behind to come see you.â
Your heart does a little flip as you stare up at him. Your lips turn downward in some weak attempt to fight off the big grin growing on your lips, âYou didn't have to come here for me, Arvin. I know you don't like church.â
Arvin shrugs and does the thing he does when he's starting to turn a bit bashfulâ his left cheek sucks in and you can see him chewing on it as he gives your hand another squeeze before pulling away and letting his voice drop into a whisper, âWell, I like you soâŠâ
This time you don't fight the smile. âArvin Russel, you're a true charmer.â Then, quickly you add; âGo wait for me in your car, it's better if we aren'tââ
âTogether, I know.â He clips, sighing. He takes off his cap and pushes all his hair back before shoving it back on his head. âSee you.â
âSee you, Arvin.â
â â â
Arvin takes you home before he takes you anywhere else. He doesn't tell you to be quick or ask to come insideâ he knows your mother has a nose of a bloodhound and would be able to sniff out the fact that he was thereâ he simply presses several quick kisses to your lips, groaning when you pull away and asks you to bring him out a glass of water when you're done.
So, you take the quickest shower known to man. You don't bother with shaving because Arvin has said multiple times that hair doesn't bother him, and you lather yourself up in sweet-smelling soap then hop out and slather yourself in a mix of cocoa butter and coconut oil. You twist your hair up and away from your face, put in cute little golden studs, and finally, you pull on a pretty blue sundress. Most girls in town wouldn't be caught wearing something so thin, even in this heat they'd have on their shorts that touched way past their knees or some dress that was much too thick for this weather. You spray one last spritz of perfume on you before bounding into your kitchen and grabbing two water bottles.
You're out of your house in under thirty minutes and when you open your front door, you see Arvin hastily stub out a cigarette and choke on the smoke that filled the cabin of the truck. He tries to fan the smoke with his cap before giving up and stumbling at his car with a guilty look, âThought you'd take longer.â He coughs, a small puff of white smoke escapes his lips and he fans it away before it blows in your face looking sheepish. âSorry, baby you look⊠look.. wow.â He clears his throat, lashes fluttering as he takes you in.
âThatâs a good âwowâ right..?â You ask, pitching your voice higher in an attempt to make it sound like a joke but you hesitantly begin to pull at the fabric. âIt might be a little⊠much but it's hot and it's not likeââ
âBaby, yâlook gorgeous.â He interrupts. He's turning bright pink just looking at you, his cheek sucking in as he shuffles foot to foot. âI ain't ever seen a prettier gal in all my life, justâŠwow.â
You smile lightly but still, you add; âIt⊠it might be a little much for the creekââ
At this very moment, Arvin is glad he lives in a small town with the closest neighbor usually a mile away and hidden in Knockemstiffsâ nature. He's glad because he can pull you close without worrying about prying eyes and gossiping mouths to press a soft kiss to your lips. He smiles when you huff in annoyance but you kiss him back all the same, he's the first to pull away his hands falling to your waist pausing just a minute before he shakes off whatever thought that spawned in his head. âIt's a date, darlinâ. A shitty date I know but you're allowed to get all dolled up, you're allowed to look sexy if you want.â
You snicker, pressing another kiss to his lips then the corner of his lips then his chin before leaning back with an impish grin, âYou think I look sexy?â
Arvin blinks down at you, a smile pulling at his lips.âI think we better get a move on before I drop to my knees right here and devour you.â
Your heart jumps and you swat at him, ignoring the heat that shoots straight to your core. Damn, you think, swatting at your laughing lover again, maybe it wasn't the best idea to go without underwear.
Dates with Arvin usually go one or two ways. The two of y'all were secret, something down low and private to keep you safe in a world full of small-minded folks. So, usually, Arvin would pack a basket full of food he and his grandma made, treats he snagged from the store, and drove you out somewhere deep into the wilderness where you both could be you. You could talk, eat, laugh, and pretend like you weren't sitting on some ratty old blanket but at the diner in town. But sometimes, life gets in the way. Arvin works, you work and sometimes when he's not working he's watching his niece while Lenora finishes up school and you'll be damned if you get in the way of that. So, sometimes, you both go days without seeing each otherâ weeks really where all you have are secret late-night phone calls and glimpses of each other in passing. Meaning when the both of you finally see each other again there isn't much talking.
No, it's spent in the back of Arvin's truck, clothes barely off and moaning and well, fucking like bunnies. You used to say it's a miracle you ain't pregnant, Arvin snorts at the idea and points out that no matter how hot and bothered he gets about you he'd never forget a condom.
It's been nearly a week since you saw Arvin in person, his presence at church had been a surprise but a rather bold statement to you. He missed you, missed you enough to suffer through church after all that happened last year. It's been three days since any secret phone calls and with the way Arvin is tugging you to the car, he's desperate for you. His driving shows the sameâ he all but speeds out to the creek, his hand securely on your thigh rubbing small circles into your flesh. It'd be almost sweet if you didn't know him if you didn't recognize the impatient tapping of his fingers on the wheel. Rarely, he's ever this horny and you help but want to tease him.
âI don't see the basket,â You start coyly letting your hand fall over his, âAre we gonna stop and pick something up before we head to the woods?â
Arvin's foot hits the brakes incredibly fast and you jerk forward but are kept from any harm when his hand flies up to stop you from going any forward. He apologizes first, quickly then blinks twice, âYou wanna eat?â
âI could go for a bite.â
He looks at you then the woods you're both surrounded by almost incredulously. But, by the grace of all that is good, he doesn't complain about it, instead, he nods his head and puts the car in reverse, âWell, I'm picking what we eat this time, gonna be dark by the time we get back to the woods so might as well get something big and a lantern or somethinââ Your snickering causes him to pause and he glances away from the rearview mirror to look at you, âWhat's funny, Pretty girl?â
âYou are.â You laugh, âI was just joking, Arvin. Ate before church âsides, I'm not an idiot. Figured we were gonna be out here the moment I saw you.â
He frowns just a bit, âDonât say it like that baby. You know you're more than sex, right?â He pulls the car just a bit deeper into the woods. It's not the creek but it's close enough and hidden behind overgrowth, âI ain't bothered by going back and getting us some food and shit, we can just relax we don'tââ
You raise an eyebrow, cutting him off, âIâm not wearing any underwear.â
There's a pause. Arvin stares at you, you stare at himâ your eyebrows raising higher as he swallows down harshly beforeâ âFuck it.â He curses. He's unbuckling and out of his seat faster than you can blink and you burst out laughing as he scrambles at the car. He's a man on a mission, rounding the car to your side in under a second and your door is yanked open. âIâll buy you a proper dinner on the way back, bigots be damned.â
Then he slams his lips onto yours, manhandling you till you're facing him with your legs spread and him in between them. You whine when one of his hands comes up to grasp at your throat and he tells you to shut up. You don't but he doesn't seem to truly mind as his tongue slides against yoursâ it's a messy kiss, you can feel spit slipping down your chin and your teeth clink against each other as the kiss grows more heated thenâ âOh,â You gasp as he weasels a hand between your legs, it's a bit of muscle memory on his part, his pinkie and ring fingers settle heavily on your clit pulling it taunt as he positions himself closer to you. âArvinââ
âShut up,â He grumbles, kissing you stupid. He makes a show of sucking on your tongue before pulling away to kiss your nose, letting the hand on your throat drop to push your dress up to stare at your pussy, and lets out a low whistle. âPretty girlâŠâ
âYou're the devil, Arvin.â You whine, trying to close your legs.
He keeps your legs open with ease, still eyeing your cunt like it's the prettiest thing in the world, and smiles with bright glinting teeth, âWith you baby? All the time.â Then, he puckers his lips and bends down just a bit to spit on your pussy. A gasp of mild disgust leaves you and the man snickers, âOh, that was disgusting but not all those times I stuck my tongue in ya?â
âAt least let me take my dress off.â You huff, âIt's new and I like itââ
âMmm⊠I like it too. Be a good girl and keep it on for me,â He simpers then he tugs at the fabric around your stomach, âBut pop your tits out, I like to watch when they bounce.â
âArvin.â You hiss, swatting at his hands. âYou oughta be nice to me when you're between my legs.â
Arvin only chuckles again but he does fix himself upwards to give you a proper soft kiss. You let him, of course, one of your hands carding through his hair. You hear him fumble with his belt, his knees hitting the side of your seat and causing the truck to rock and creakâ Arvin lets out a choked groan when you bite his lip and he carefully pulls away to yank his pants down.
You let out the same whistle he did early, âPretty boy.â You tease good-naturedly and you watch as his ears burn pink. You laugh and spread your legs a little wider as if to challenge himâ there's a chill in the air that mixes oddly against the warm heat of your pussy and Arvin's spit but you try not to let it get to you as you watch your man curse and fumble with the condom. Arvin curses again when he finally gets the material over his flushed cock before closing the distance between you for a kiss.
âYâknow,â He starts, breathless as he rocks against you, sliding against your folds with barely contained eagerness, âYou complain an awful lot about me being nice to you when being mean makes you wet.â
He doesn't let you get the chance of replying before he's pressing into you, stealing both your breath and any forming thought. His hands go to your waist holding you in place as he fucks into you. Your startled squeak turns into a sharp moan as you arch your back, meeting him thrust for thrustâ âOh fuck, Arvin.â You gasp and he lets out a concentrated hum, pressing a kiss to the side of your mouth. âCan youâ fuck, can you ââ
âI gotchu, baby.â He cuts you off with another kiss pulling you closer to his body with a hard thrust and you gasp and squirmâ your ass is damn near hanging out of the car, your legs alternating between stabilizing yourself and quivering at your man's thrust. Arvin uses your new position to rearrange your dress some more; he pulls down your dress to your torso and pushes its bottom half up to meet it. âSo damn pretty in this thingââ He grunts, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he pumps into you, fingers rubbing messy circles into your clit, âShit, baby, need toâ need to get you another, f-fuckââ He cuts himself off with a moan, âLove this pussy so muchâŠâ
When you cum it's sudden, a strike of lightning, a belt snappingâ your legs give out and Arvin is quick to support your weight. He all but hauls your limp body up and out of the car, swallowing your moans and whimpers as he continues to snap his hips against yours chasing his high. He holds you easily, your legs barely touching the ground as he humps, his voice pitching into a needy whine to match your own, âFuck baby, fuck fuck fuckâ that's it, you take my dick so well, just a little more, just a little â fuck!â
Your back hits the side of the truck and the vehicle rocks with the movement as Arvin curls himself around your bodyâ trembling fingers digging into your sides as he chases his release. The most you can do is hold on for dear life, taking what he gives and praising him in a soft tone that has him blinking back tears of pleasure. You cum a second time without much sound, just a low moan and your legs and cunt tightening around Arvin and it makes him let out a chokedâ âJ-Jesus, fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby.â The truck rocks in tandem with his quickening thrust. Your hands grip his shoulders leaning forward, hiccuping as you kiss along his neck, and Arvin moans loud and needy, âOh fuck, baby I'mâ please, please I need toâ I need toââ
Arvin doesn't finish his sentence before he's cumming. He nearly drops you as he does but instead, he presses you against the truck, panting as he holds you close. He whimpers when you squirm in his grasp but doesn't put up a fight as your feet touch the ground again. Still, he leans heavily against you, his arms tightly wound around your waist to keep you close. âMissed you.â
You snort lightly, pulling your dress back over your breasts, âMissed you too, Arvy. You need to sit down?â
He blinks slowly, âMmm, nah. But câmereââ As if he didn't just fuck you seven ways from Sunday, he picks you upâ chuckling when you whine and rounds the truck to its bed and quickly opens it and has you sitting pretty on a blanket already set up back there. âThis,â He starts after taking a deep breath and kissing you on your nose, âIs where I planned to have some fun but somebody thought it'd be funny to mess with me.â
âI ain't gonna apologize so stop looking at me like that.â You laugh and it brings a smile to his lips before his eyes drop down to your soiled dress. He gives the fabric a curious tug.
âNever seen you wear something like this, you said it's new?â
âIssa sundress.â You offer when he glances back up at you, âAll the rage in the city and they're lightweight and good to wear in this heat. All the girls up there are wearing it.â
âHuh,â He breathes. He kisses you once, twice, thenâ
âArvin!â You chide when his hands come up to grope at your tits.
It's safe to say, Arvin really likes sundresses.
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Sundress Season
Summary: Summer is Ohio gets real hot, thankfully there's a new trend sweeping the nation... Folks are calling it sundress season. Arvin is calling it proof that God exists.
Warning(s): it's porn with plot y'all. Simple as that, ain't too dirty. PiV in the wilderness plus a truck that's literally it. Oh, background (hinted at?Âż?) racism too.
Note(s): do any of y'all read the notes bc lol, the summary is a little clickbait-y, here's your warning now that not once does anyone say the words sundress season. This is 3.5k words!! What else, oh, go easy on me y'all haven't written smut in a bit AND shout-out to @cocoamoonmalfoy for helping me with the slang and constantly putting up with me sending her different version to read đ„°
Pastor Dan stands at his altar covered in sweat and glistening red robes. He moves unfazed by the heat that grips the rest of the churchâ Aunties in big ugly hats sit fanning themselves, one hand raised to praise weakly or they're dabbing sweat off their foreheads. Some mothers usually spend the service shushing their kids and keeping them in check doing nothinâ but sitting there bored because their wild kids have been tamed by heat.
Little girls with their frilly socks sit slump, sweating out their fresh perms and a part of you winces in sympathy for both the mothers and the girls. You don't miss those daysâ the smell of chemicals, blue grease, and an eternity spent between your mom's legs holding your ear down in a fleeting attempt not to get burned. You had long since gone natural, something you were starting to regret more and more as church drags on; your hair is sticking everywhere it shouldn't, your scalp completely drenched and the sweat only being caught by your eyebrows. You're downright miserable right now but the same can't be said for Arvin.
The man sits in jeans and a matching jacket, his cap secured firmly on his head. He doesn't seem to be paying attention to the service nor is he paying attention to his sister murmuring along with Pastor Dan in a whimsical tone to amuse his niece. His eyes seem to be roaming the room in faint amusement, not a bead of sweat gracing his skin and when he somehow senses you looking at him, his chestnut eyes jump to yours and he smiles something soft. Before his eyes drop down to your outfit and he snickers.
You are a grown woman. Sure, you still live with your mama but her house is bigâ you have your own room, your own car no matter how beat down it is and you got a job in the city that pays you a pretty penny. You are your own person, free to make your own choices, to do whatever you want but that all goes out the window when it comes to your mother and church. She had taken one look at your outfit, a pair of shorts and a tank top, and sent you back up to your room like you were a child and told you to change into that dress your grandma got for you two Christmas' ago. Said dress was a hideous shapeless length of orange fabric that hugged neither curve nor lump, it stops just above your knees, and a matching pair of ugly gloves that make your skin crawl just looking at them.
Your mama had said you looked beautiful when you came down the stairs but Arvin bit back a laugh every time he glanced at you. The bastard.
You stick your tongue out at the man and he barks out a laugh that makes Lenora jump in her spot. Just as she turns to nag him there's a loud thump then Pastor Dan's wife Katrina screams bloody murder. The music that was playing along to the pastor's service cuts short as the piano boy shoots to his feet and there's a burst of movement and more screaming. Your eyes snap over to the commotion, leaning over chairs to see past the suddenly standing members of the church to see what happened and⊠oh.
Cindy Prewitt, the main singer of the choir in all her pretty thick purple robes had passed out. Her piano boy is at her side in the instant, his gravelly voice heard over mothers reassuring their kids everything was okay; âCindy, baby, are you okay?â
Pastor Dan dabs at his forehead with a cross embroidered handkerchief as he stares on, a frown on his face, âWe have to end it here folks, I knowââ
You don't hear much else because Cindy stirs and several people exclaim âhallelujah!â or some type of; âGod is good!â
Arvin has made his way over to you in all of this, his fingers interlocking with yours when he's sure no one is looking and he tugs you a bit closer to him, âThink we gonna head out. Heat's finally getting to Grandma and Lenora, you staying?â
You squeeze his hand in response, thinking before responding. You had rode here with your mother in her car and as much as you'd love to leave with her, you know she's gonna make it a point to stop and talk with everyone and their mother before taking a step out those doors. âI dunno⊠Your truck here?â
Arvin bobs his head a little, looking over by the altar where Cindy is now sitting upâ a cup being pressed to her lips by her lover and he frowns just a bit but the grip on your hand grows a little tighter. âMhm, Uncâ drove Lenora ând them here. I just followed behind to come see you.â
Your heart does a little flip as you stare up at him. Your lips turn downward in some weak attempt to fight off the big grin growing on your lips, âYou didn't have to come here for me, Arvin. I know you don't like church.â
Arvin shrugs and does the thing he does when he's starting to turn a bit bashfulâ his left cheek sucks in and you can see him chewing on it as he gives your hand another squeeze before pulling away and letting his voice drop into a whisper, âWell, I like you soâŠâ
This time you don't fight the smile. âArvin Russel, you're a true charmer.â Then, quickly you add; âGo wait for me in your car, it's better if we aren'tââ
âTogether, I know.â He clips, sighing. He takes off his cap and pushes all his hair back before shoving it back on his head. âSee you.â
âSee you, Arvin.â
â â â
Arvin takes you home before he takes you anywhere else. He doesn't tell you to be quick or ask to come insideâ he knows your mother has a nose of a bloodhound and would be able to sniff out the fact that he was thereâ he simply presses several quick kisses to your lips, groaning when you pull away and asks you to bring him out a glass of water when you're done.
So, you take the quickest shower known to man. You don't bother with shaving because Arvin has said multiple times that hair doesn't bother him, and you lather yourself up in sweet-smelling soap then hop out and slather yourself in a mix of cocoa butter and coconut oil. You twist your hair up and away from your face, put in cute little golden studs, and finally, you pull on a pretty blue sundress. Most girls in town wouldn't be caught wearing something so thin, even in this heat they'd have on their shorts that touched way past their knees or some dress that was much too thick for this weather. You spray one last spritz of perfume on you before bounding into your kitchen and grabbing two water bottles.
You're out of your house in under thirty minutes and when you open your front door, you see Arvin hastily stub out a cigarette and choke on the smoke that filled the cabin of the truck. He tries to fan the smoke with his cap before giving up and stumbling at his car with a guilty look, âThought you'd take longer.â He coughs, a small puff of white smoke escapes his lips and he fans it away before it blows in your face looking sheepish. âSorry, baby you look⊠look.. wow.â He clears his throat, lashes fluttering as he takes you in.
âThatâs a good âwowâ right..?â You ask, pitching your voice higher in an attempt to make it sound like a joke but you hesitantly begin to pull at the fabric. âIt might be a little⊠much but it's hot and it's not likeââ
âBaby, yâlook gorgeous.â He interrupts. He's turning bright pink just looking at you, his cheek sucking in as he shuffles foot to foot. âI ain't ever seen a prettier gal in all my life, justâŠwow.â
You smile lightly but still, you add; âIt⊠it might be a little much for the creekââ
At this very moment, Arvin is glad he lives in a small town with the closest neighbor usually a mile away and hidden in Knockemstiffsâ nature. He's glad because he can pull you close without worrying about prying eyes and gossiping mouths to press a soft kiss to your lips. He smiles when you huff in annoyance but you kiss him back all the same, he's the first to pull away his hands falling to your waist pausing just a minute before he shakes off whatever thought that spawned in his head. âIt's a date, darlinâ. A shitty date I know but you're allowed to get all dolled up, you're allowed to look sexy if you want.â
You snicker, pressing another kiss to his lips then the corner of his lips then his chin before leaning back with an impish grin, âYou think I look sexy?â
Arvin blinks down at you, a smile pulling at his lips.âI think we better get a move on before I drop to my knees right here and devour you.â
Your heart jumps and you swat at him, ignoring the heat that shoots straight to your core. Damn, you think, swatting at your laughing lover again, maybe it wasn't the best idea to go without underwear.
Dates with Arvin usually go one or two ways. The two of y'all were secret, something down low and private to keep you safe in a world full of small-minded folks. So, usually, Arvin would pack a basket full of food he and his grandma made, treats he snagged from the store, and drove you out somewhere deep into the wilderness where you both could be you. You could talk, eat, laugh, and pretend like you weren't sitting on some ratty old blanket but at the diner in town. But sometimes, life gets in the way. Arvin works, you work and sometimes when he's not working he's watching his niece while Lenora finishes up school and you'll be damned if you get in the way of that. So, sometimes, you both go days without seeing each otherâ weeks really where all you have are secret late-night phone calls and glimpses of each other in passing. Meaning when the both of you finally see each other again there isn't much talking.
No, it's spent in the back of Arvin's truck, clothes barely off and moaning and well, fucking like bunnies. You used to say it's a miracle you ain't pregnant, Arvin snorts at the idea and points out that no matter how hot and bothered he gets about you he'd never forget a condom.
It's been nearly a week since you saw Arvin in person, his presence at church had been a surprise but a rather bold statement to you. He missed you, missed you enough to suffer through church after all that happened last year. It's been three days since any secret phone calls and with the way Arvin is tugging you to the car, he's desperate for you. His driving shows the sameâ he all but speeds out to the creek, his hand securely on your thigh rubbing small circles into your flesh. It'd be almost sweet if you didn't know him if you didn't recognize the impatient tapping of his fingers on the wheel. Rarely, he's ever this horny and you help but want to tease him.
âI don't see the basket,â You start coyly letting your hand fall over his, âAre we gonna stop and pick something up before we head to the woods?â
Arvin's foot hits the brakes incredibly fast and you jerk forward but are kept from any harm when his hand flies up to stop you from going any forward. He apologizes first, quickly then blinks twice, âYou wanna eat?â
âI could go for a bite.â
He looks at you then the woods you're both surrounded by almost incredulously. But, by the grace of all that is good, he doesn't complain about it, instead, he nods his head and puts the car in reverse, âWell, I'm picking what we eat this time, gonna be dark by the time we get back to the woods so might as well get something big and a lantern or somethinââ Your snickering causes him to pause and he glances away from the rearview mirror to look at you, âWhat's funny, Pretty girl?â
âYou are.â You laugh, âI was just joking, Arvin. Ate before church âsides, I'm not an idiot. Figured we were gonna be out here the moment I saw you.â
He frowns just a bit, âDonât say it like that baby. You know you're more than sex, right?â He pulls the car just a bit deeper into the woods. It's not the creek but it's close enough and hidden behind overgrowth, âI ain't bothered by going back and getting us some food and shit, we can just relax we don'tââ
You raise an eyebrow, cutting him off, âIâm not wearing any underwear.â
There's a pause. Arvin stares at you, you stare at himâ your eyebrows raising higher as he swallows down harshly beforeâ âFuck it.â He curses. He's unbuckling and out of his seat faster than you can blink and you burst out laughing as he scrambles at the car. He's a man on a mission, rounding the car to your side in under a second and your door is yanked open. âIâll buy you a proper dinner on the way back, bigots be damned.â
Then he slams his lips onto yours, manhandling you till you're facing him with your legs spread and him in between them. You whine when one of his hands comes up to grasp at your throat and he tells you to shut up. You don't but he doesn't seem to truly mind as his tongue slides against yoursâ it's a messy kiss, you can feel spit slipping down your chin and your teeth clink against each other as the kiss grows more heated thenâ âOh,â You gasp as he weasels a hand between your legs, it's a bit of muscle memory on his part, his pinkie and ring fingers settle heavily on your clit pulling it taunt as he positions himself closer to you. âArvinââ
âShut up,â He grumbles, kissing you stupid. He makes a show of sucking on your tongue before pulling away to kiss your nose, letting the hand on your throat drop to push your dress up to stare at your pussy, and lets out a low whistle. âPretty girlâŠâ
âYou're the devil, Arvin.â You whine, trying to close your legs.
He keeps your legs open with ease, still eyeing your cunt like it's the prettiest thing in the world, and smiles with bright glinting teeth, âWith you baby? All the time.â Then, he puckers his lips and bends down just a bit to spit on your pussy. A gasp of mild disgust leaves you and the man snickers, âOh, that was disgusting but not all those times I stuck my tongue in ya?â
âAt least let me take my dress off.â You huff, âIt's new and I like itââ
âMmm⊠I like it too. Be a good girl and keep it on for me,â He simpers then he tugs at the fabric around your stomach, âBut pop your tits out, I like to watch when they bounce.â
âArvin.â You hiss, swatting at his hands. âYou oughta be nice to me when you're between my legs.â
Arvin only chuckles again but he does fix himself upwards to give you a proper soft kiss. You let him, of course, one of your hands carding through his hair. You hear him fumble with his belt, his knees hitting the side of your seat and causing the truck to rock and creakâ Arvin lets out a choked groan when you bite his lip and he carefully pulls away to yank his pants down.
You let out the same whistle he did early, âPretty boy.â You tease good-naturedly and you watch as his ears burn pink. You laugh and spread your legs a little wider as if to challenge himâ there's a chill in the air that mixes oddly against the warm heat of your pussy and Arvin's spit but you try not to let it get to you as you watch your man curse and fumble with the condom. Arvin curses again when he finally gets the material over his flushed cock before closing the distance between you for a kiss.
âYâknow,â He starts, breathless as he rocks against you, sliding against your folds with barely contained eagerness, âYou complain an awful lot about me being nice to you when being mean makes you wet.â
He doesn't let you get the chance of replying before he's pressing into you, stealing both your breath and any forming thought. His hands go to your waist holding you in place as he fucks into you. Your startled squeak turns into a sharp moan as you arch your back, meeting him thrust for thrustâ âOh fuck, Arvin.â You gasp and he lets out a concentrated hum, pressing a kiss to the side of your mouth. âCan youâ fuck, can you ââ
âI gotchu, baby.â He cuts you off with another kiss pulling you closer to his body with a hard thrust and you gasp and squirmâ your ass is damn near hanging out of the car, your legs alternating between stabilizing yourself and quivering at your man's thrust. Arvin uses your new position to rearrange your dress some more; he pulls down your dress to your torso and pushes its bottom half up to meet it. âSo damn pretty in this thingââ He grunts, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he pumps into you, fingers rubbing messy circles into your clit, âShit, baby, need toâ need to get you another, f-fuckââ He cuts himself off with a moan, âLove this pussy so muchâŠâ
When you cum it's sudden, a strike of lightning, a belt snappingâ your legs give out and Arvin is quick to support your weight. He all but hauls your limp body up and out of the car, swallowing your moans and whimpers as he continues to snap his hips against yours chasing his high. He holds you easily, your legs barely touching the ground as he humps, his voice pitching into a needy whine to match your own, âFuck baby, fuck fuck fuckâ that's it, you take my dick so well, just a little more, just a little â fuck!â
Your back hits the side of the truck and the vehicle rocks with the movement as Arvin curls himself around your bodyâ trembling fingers digging into your sides as he chases his release. The most you can do is hold on for dear life, taking what he gives and praising him in a soft tone that has him blinking back tears of pleasure. You cum a second time without much sound, just a low moan and your legs and cunt tightening around Arvin and it makes him let out a chokedâ âJ-Jesus, fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby.â The truck rocks in tandem with his quickening thrust. Your hands grip his shoulders leaning forward, hiccuping as you kiss along his neck, and Arvin moans loud and needy, âOh fuck, baby I'mâ please, please I need toâ I need toââ
Arvin doesn't finish his sentence before he's cumming. He nearly drops you as he does but instead, he presses you against the truck, panting as he holds you close. He whimpers when you squirm in his grasp but doesn't put up a fight as your feet touch the ground again. Still, he leans heavily against you, his arms tightly wound around your waist to keep you close. âMissed you.â
You snort lightly, pulling your dress back over your breasts, âMissed you too, Arvy. You need to sit down?â
He blinks slowly, âMmm, nah. But câmereââ As if he didn't just fuck you seven ways from Sunday, he picks you upâ chuckling when you whine and rounds the truck to its bed and quickly opens it and has you sitting pretty on a blanket already set up back there. âThis,â He starts after taking a deep breath and kissing you on your nose, âIs where I planned to have some fun but somebody thought it'd be funny to mess with me.â
âI ain't gonna apologize so stop looking at me like that.â You laugh and it brings a smile to his lips before his eyes drop down to your soiled dress. He gives the fabric a curious tug.
âNever seen you wear something like this, you said it's new?â
âIssa sundress.â You offer when he glances back up at you, âAll the rage in the city and they're lightweight and good to wear in this heat. All the girls up there are wearing it.â
âHuh,â He breathes. He kisses you once, twice, thenâ
âArvin!â You chide when his hands come up to grope at your tits.
It's safe to say, Arvin really likes sundresses.
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Fire Meet Gasoline
Pairing: Arvin Russel x Reader
Synopsis: when you see your ex boyfriend in public, you ask the closet stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend
Requested by @xtom-darling-x17
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Arvin wasnât one to offer help to people, much less a stranger, but you had caught his eye. He stood by his car after filling his tank with gas and watched you stare at the gas pumps with a puzzled look on your face. He had seen you pull into the gas station with such confidence, but that was all gone now that you had to pick the right pump to put in your car. Arvin debated driving away and letting you figure it out by yourself since after all, he didnât even know you. But after watching you hesitantly reaching for the diesel for the third time, he decided to speak up.
âNeed help miss?â He asked as he approached you. You stiffened up at the sound of his voice and took an instinctive step away from him.
âNo. Iâm fine, thanks.â You replied without looking at him.
âYou sure about that?â Arvin asked as he watched you hesitantly pick up the diesel pump.
âSaid I donât need any help from the likes of you, all right?â You said again. âJust leave me alone and go on your way.â
âSorry miss. Didnât mean to trouble you. Just noticed you was putting diesel in your car, is all.â Arvin said and raised his hands in defense.
âDiesel?â You paused and looked down at the pump in your hands.
âYeah, darling. That right there is diesel.â
âPsh. I knew that. I like diesel.â You lied and brought the pump over to your car.
âOh, my bad. Didnât know that. Can I ask if you also like your car blowing up?â Arvin asked sarcastically.
âExcuse me?â
âDiesel will clog your fuel system and keep the car from startin. If you push the gas pedal too much, whole car will burst in flames. Seen it happen right in front of me once. The guy barely made it out alive.â
âOh.â You froze and looked down at the pump in your hands.
âCould help you out, if you like.â He offered again.
âNo thank you. I said I was fine.â You repeated, in a kinder tone this time. Arvin nodded and took a step back as he watched you put the diesel pump back. You looked between the other two pumps for a minute before hesitantly grabbing the one in the middle.
âUmâŠ.â You hesitatingly looked to Arvin to see if you were about to make another fatal mistake. He shook his head and held up one finger to let you know you needed pump number one. You gave him a tight smile before putting back the pump in your hand and picking up the first one. You put the pump in your car and just stood there until Arvin put his hand over yours to squeeze the pump. You felt the gas flow out and looked at Arvin with an embarrassed smile.
âThanks.â You said quietly.
âNo problem, doll.â He chuckled and felt his face flush from how close you were.
âSorry I was short with you before. I have a hard time trusting men sometimes.â You admitted without looking into his eyes.
âYeah? Seems we have that in common.â
âI just didnât know if you were gonna fill my car up and then try to get me to repay you or something.â
âRepay me?â
âYou know. With a kiss or something.â
âDarling, Iâm no gentlemen, but Iâm no villain either. Iâd never try and get you to do something you didnât want to do. Just saw a pretty lady struggling and wanted to offer my help. Thatâs all.â Arvin assured you, and you felt yourself believing him.
âOh. Well thats very nice of you. Sorry I was rude.â
âNo need to be sorry. Got a sister back home and I hope sheâs half as vigilant as you are. Canât trust nobody in this town. Especially not the men.â Arvin said and looked around the gas station.
âDonât I know it.â You sighed. Arvin noticed the sadness in your voice and gave you a long look. He hadnât seen you around before, which was strange since he thought he knew everyone in town. You were awfully pretty and the fact that you were a little mean to him made him like you even more.
âMy names Arvin, by the way.â He told you.
âY/n.â You smiled warmly at him.
âNice to meet you, Y/n.â He returned the smile.
âYou too, Arvin. Thanks again for the lesson.â You replied. You finished pumping the gas in your car and watched as Arvin returned the pump so you would know what to do next time.
âIâm really smart, by the way.â You said after a beat of silence.
âHuh?â He laughed in surprise.
âIâm really smart. Iâm a school teacher down by the church. I went to college too. And I was the top of my class.â You told him, adding something every time you thought of a different example of your intelligence.
âIs that so?â Arvin asked, still confused what point you were making.
âIâm just telling you this so you donât think Iâm some dumb damsel in distress. Iâm usually very smart but my daddy used to fill my car for me and never taught me how. He said it wasnât a ladyâs job to do it.â
âWell whereâs your daddy now? Cause somebody needs to stop you from blowing yourself up.â Arvin chuckled.
âHe donât speak to me no more.â You said quietly, making Arvin feel guilty for poking fun at you.
âOh. Sorry to hear that.â He said sincerely.
âItâs fine. I know what to do now thanks to you.â
âIt was no trouble, darling. And next time, use this pump. Stay away from the diesel.â Arvin said and tapped the correct pump.
âI will. Thank you.â You smiled at him before looking over his shoulder. Arvin watched the way your smile dropped and the color drained from your face.
âOh shoot.â You whispered.
âWhatâs wrong? Look like youâve seen a ghost.â Arvin frowned and looked over his shoulder to try to find what you were looking at.
âMy ex boyfriends just pulled up.â You gulped and pointed. Arvin immediately felt curious to see what kind of guy you used to date to see if he had a chance with you. When he saw a man in a red and white pinstripe shirt and white pants coming out of a flashy car, he cracked an amused smile.
âThat candy ass used to be your boyfriend?â Arvin couldnât help but laugh.
âHush. Heâll hear you.â You whispered desperately and tugged on Arvins shirt to get him to stand in front of you.
âHow come heâs dressed like a candy cane?â Arvin genuinely asked as he used his body to block you from your ex boyfriends view.
âI mean it, Arvin. Hush up.â You whispered harshly.
âWhats got you so wound up, baby doll? Did he take the breakup hard or something?â
âTruth is, he used to beat up on me.â You admitted. âIt took all the strength I had to leave him. If he sees me right now, Iâm scared of what he might do to get me back.â
âHe beat on you?â Arvin looked over his shoulder again and felt his hands ball into fists. He found your unwillingness to be seen funny before, but was furious now. He looked at your ex with a clenched jaw and took a protective step in front of you.
âIâm sorry. I shouldnât be telling all this to a stranger.â You apologized, making Arvin look at you like you were crazy. He put his hands on your shoulders and rubbed up and down to try and calm you down.
âNo, no itâs okay, darling. I donât mind the story. Just mind the characters.â Arvin assured you before giving your ex another angry look. He didnât want to lose his temper in front of you, but the thought of this pretentious guy beating up a school teacher was making his blood boil. He could feel his face getting hotter the longer he looked at your ex and the urge to beat him up got stronger.
âI know this is a little crazy to ask, but would you mindâŠâ You started to ask but trailed off.
âMind what?â
âNothing. Forget it. Never mind.â You shook your head.
âJust ask me, darling. Worst Iâll say is no.â
âWould you mind doing something to make him think weâre together? Like kissing me or something?â You whispered through an embarrassed smile.
âOh, so now you do want me to kiss you? I thought you were mean to me because you didnât want me to try and kiss you.â Arvin smiled teasingly. He knew the gravity of the situation and was trying to calm you down a little so you wouldnât be freaked out.
âI know what I said before.â You rolled your eyes. âBut this is important. If he thinks I got a boyfriend, heâll leave me alone.â
âI see. And you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend?â
âJust until heâs gone.â
âI think I can manage that.â Arvin shrugged before pulling you into a kiss. He slipped and arm around your waist and pressed you against your car to kiss you, taking your breath away in the process. You didnât feel time moving as you kissed him but did feel the fear leaving your body. After spending the last eight months thinking all love ever did was break and burn and end, you felt it begin again. When you pulled away, you looked into Arvins eyes, no longer feeling like he was a stranger.
âWell Iâll be. Didnât think Iâd be seeing you ever again, toots. What are you doing here?â Your ex asked, making you and Arvin jump in surprise. Youâd been so engrossed in each other that you hadnât heard him walk up. Arvin could feel you shaking so he tightened his grip on your waist and shifted his body weight forward in a threatening way.
âWhat are we doing here? At the gas station? Take a fat fucking guess, dip shit. Weâre putting gas in her car.â Arvin scoffed and looked at your ex like it was ridiculous to ask. You let out a shocked laugh and turned your face to the side to try and hide it. Your ex noticed the way Arvins arm was around you and his eyes darkened.
âIâm sorry, who the hell is this?â He asked you, the anger in his voice giving you flashbacks to worse times.
âArvin Russel. Y/nâs boyfriend. And you are?â Arvin asked and held out a hand. You could tell this bothered your ex to hear you had a new boyfriend and felt your power come back to you. His face turned white as he looked at Arvin in shock. You tightened your grip on Arvin and looked up at him with a loving smile to really sell your story.
âChuck Greenwood.â Chuck said and hesitantly shook Arvins hand. Arvin made sure to squeeze Chucks hand hard enough to make it hurt as he shook it.
âI didnât realize you had a boyfriend.â Chuck said to you as he pulled his hand away from Arvin.
âWell I do.â You shrugged and leaned in Arvin. Chucks eyes brewed with jealousy as he watched the two of you.
âI guess I wouldâve known that if you ever answered my calls. Must be too busy moving on. Which you did pretty fast, one might say. Didnât realize you were such a quick girl.â Chuck said in a condescending tone.
âFuck you, Chuck.â You scoffed, taking everyone by surprise.
âWhat did you just say to me?â Chuck raised his voice.
âBelieve she said fuck you, Chuck.â Arvin repeated with a shrug.
âYeah. I did. I donât answer your calls cause I donât want to hear your nasty, agitating voice no more. And I moved on fast because I knew the entire time that I was with you that I wanted something better for myself. So as soon as I got away from you, I went and found better. And you donât get to be mad about that.â You stated. You werenât shaking anymore but Arvin still kept his arm securely around your waist.
âWho do you think youâre talking to?â Chuck growled and stepped up to you.
âYou.â You said and shoved him back. Chuck stumbled back in surprise before clenching his fist. Arvin got ready to fight, but you were one step ahead of him. You grabbed the diesel pump and aimed it at Chuck like it was a gun. Chuck was immediately disarmed and held up his hands.
âYou donât scare me no more. Especially not when youâre dressed like a candy cane.â You said in a low voice. Arvin smiled proudly that you used his insult and leaned against your car to watch you.
âNow get lost before I spray you.â You added and held the pump up higher. Chuck ran away from you, tripping over his own feet before getting into his car to drive away.
âWhere did that come from?â Arvin laughed in surprise once you were alone again.
âI have no idea. But it felt really good.â You smiled in excitement as you put the pump back.
âI bet it did. Iâm proud of you, darlin. I hope youâre proud of yourself too.â Arvin smiled fondly at you.
âYou know, I am. Thanks for your help, Arvin. I couldnât have done that without you.â
âYouâre very welcome, miss. But I think you couldâve gotten along without me just fine. Whatâs the story with him anyway?â
âHe works at the mechanic shop my daddy owns. I donât have any brothers so Chuck was like a son to him. Was even gonna pass down the family business to him. When I finally told my parents how heâd been treating meâŠâ
âThey took his side?â Arvin asked, hoping the answer was no. Instead, you gave him a sad smile and nodded your head.
âMy parents said all men were like that. Told me to suck it up and marry him anyway so that weâd have someone to give the family business to once my daddy was gone.â
âIâm sorry, darling. Thatâs no fair. No fair at all.â
âI know. And that wasnât even the end of it. When I told my daddy I broke up with Chuck, he told me he never wanted to see me again. Havenât spoken to him since.â You said with a sad shrug. Arvin frowned and felt the urge to pull you into a hug and tell you everything would be okay. Since you were still pretty much strangers, he just put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
âMy daddy wasnât a good man either. I know it hurts.â He said in a soft tone. You looked into Arvins eyes and could tell this was not an emotion he was used to exhibiting. You gave him an appreciative smile and put your hand over his.
âSomething else we have in common then.â You smiled coyly.
âMaybe we should go out sometime. You know, see what else we have in common.â Arvin suggested as a blush painted his cheeks. You noticed this and felt your heart flutter in your chest. For the first time in a long time, you trusted someone new. You took a pen out of your pocketbook before taking Arvins hand and writing your number on his wrist.
âThis is my number. I promise Iâll pick up.â
âI promise Iâll call.â He grinned as he read over the number.
âI should really get going. But it was very nice to meet you, Arvin.â You smiled warmly at him and unlocked your car. Arvin opened the door for you so that you could get in, convincing you further that giving him a chance was the right thing to do.
âWas nice to meet you too, doll.â Arvin smirked as he shut your car door for you. You gave him a wave and started your car before pulling away.
âWait a minute.â Arvin called out and jogged after your car. You stopped the car and rolled down your window to look at him.
âArenât you gonna kiss your boyfriend goodbye?â He smiled coyly as he leaned down to your window. You playfully rolled your eyes at him before leaning out the window to kiss him. You knew it was crazy to be kissing a man you just met, even for the second time, but it felt right.
âGoodbye. I mean it this time.â You laughed and pulled away.
When you got home that night, your phone rang before you even had a chance to set your bag down. Your heart skipped a beat as you went over to answer it.
âHello?â You said into the phone, hoping to hear Arvins voice again.
âHey.â Arvin replied. âSo am I gonna have to wait until the next time you need gas to see you or are you free tomorrow night?â
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Sundress Season
Summary: Summer is Ohio gets real hot, thankfully there's a new trend sweeping the nation... Folks are calling it sundress season. Arvin is calling it proof that God exists.
Warning(s): it's porn with plot y'all. Simple as that, ain't too dirty. PiV in the wilderness plus a truck that's literally it. Oh, background (hinted at?Âż?) racism too.
Note(s): do any of y'all read the notes bc lol, the summary is a little clickbait-y, here's your warning now that not once does anyone say the words sundress season. This is 3.5k words!! What else, oh, go easy on me y'all haven't written smut in a bit AND shout-out to @cocoamoonmalfoy for helping me with the slang and constantly putting up with me sending her different version to read đ„°
Pastor Dan stands at his altar covered in sweat and glistening red robes. He moves unfazed by the heat that grips the rest of the churchâ Aunties in big ugly hats sit fanning themselves, one hand raised to praise weakly or they're dabbing sweat off their foreheads. Some mothers usually spend the service shushing their kids and keeping them in check doing nothinâ but sitting there bored because their wild kids have been tamed by heat.
Little girls with their frilly socks sit slump, sweating out their fresh perms and a part of you winces in sympathy for both the mothers and the girls. You don't miss those daysâ the smell of chemicals, blue grease, and an eternity spent between your mom's legs holding your ear down in a fleeting attempt not to get burned. You had long since gone natural, something you were starting to regret more and more as church drags on; your hair is sticking everywhere it shouldn't, your scalp completely drenched and the sweat only being caught by your eyebrows. You're downright miserable right now but the same can't be said for Arvin.
The man sits in jeans and a matching jacket, his cap secured firmly on his head. He doesn't seem to be paying attention to the service nor is he paying attention to his sister murmuring along with Pastor Dan in a whimsical tone to amuse his niece. His eyes seem to be roaming the room in faint amusement, not a bead of sweat gracing his skin and when he somehow senses you looking at him, his chestnut eyes jump to yours and he smiles something soft. Before his eyes drop down to your outfit and he snickers.
You are a grown woman. Sure, you still live with your mama but her house is bigâ you have your own room, your own car no matter how beat down it is and you got a job in the city that pays you a pretty penny. You are your own person, free to make your own choices, to do whatever you want but that all goes out the window when it comes to your mother and church. She had taken one look at your outfit, a pair of shorts and a tank top, and sent you back up to your room like you were a child and told you to change into that dress your grandma got for you two Christmas' ago. Said dress was a hideous shapeless length of orange fabric that hugged neither curve nor lump, it stops just above your knees, and a matching pair of ugly gloves that make your skin crawl just looking at them.
Your mama had said you looked beautiful when you came down the stairs but Arvin bit back a laugh every time he glanced at you. The bastard.
You stick your tongue out at the man and he barks out a laugh that makes Lenora jump in her spot. Just as she turns to nag him there's a loud thump then Pastor Dan's wife Katrina screams bloody murder. The music that was playing along to the pastor's service cuts short as the piano boy shoots to his feet and there's a burst of movement and more screaming. Your eyes snap over to the commotion, leaning over chairs to see past the suddenly standing members of the church to see what happened and⊠oh.
Cindy Prewitt, the main singer of the choir in all her pretty thick purple robes had passed out. Her piano boy is at her side in the instant, his gravelly voice heard over mothers reassuring their kids everything was okay; âCindy, baby, are you okay?â
Pastor Dan dabs at his forehead with a cross embroidered handkerchief as he stares on, a frown on his face, âWe have to end it here folks, I knowââ
You don't hear much else because Cindy stirs and several people exclaim âhallelujah!â or some type of; âGod is good!â
Arvin has made his way over to you in all of this, his fingers interlocking with yours when he's sure no one is looking and he tugs you a bit closer to him, âThink we gonna head out. Heat's finally getting to Grandma and Lenora, you staying?â
You squeeze his hand in response, thinking before responding. You had rode here with your mother in her car and as much as you'd love to leave with her, you know she's gonna make it a point to stop and talk with everyone and their mother before taking a step out those doors. âI dunno⊠Your truck here?â
Arvin bobs his head a little, looking over by the altar where Cindy is now sitting upâ a cup being pressed to her lips by her lover and he frowns just a bit but the grip on your hand grows a little tighter. âMhm, Uncâ drove Lenora ând them here. I just followed behind to come see you.â
Your heart does a little flip as you stare up at him. Your lips turn downward in some weak attempt to fight off the big grin growing on your lips, âYou didn't have to come here for me, Arvin. I know you don't like church.â
Arvin shrugs and does the thing he does when he's starting to turn a bit bashfulâ his left cheek sucks in and you can see him chewing on it as he gives your hand another squeeze before pulling away and letting his voice drop into a whisper, âWell, I like you soâŠâ
This time you don't fight the smile. âArvin Russel, you're a true charmer.â Then, quickly you add; âGo wait for me in your car, it's better if we aren'tââ
âTogether, I know.â He clips, sighing. He takes off his cap and pushes all his hair back before shoving it back on his head. âSee you.â
âSee you, Arvin.â
â â â
Arvin takes you home before he takes you anywhere else. He doesn't tell you to be quick or ask to come insideâ he knows your mother has a nose of a bloodhound and would be able to sniff out the fact that he was thereâ he simply presses several quick kisses to your lips, groaning when you pull away and asks you to bring him out a glass of water when you're done.
So, you take the quickest shower known to man. You don't bother with shaving because Arvin has said multiple times that hair doesn't bother him, and you lather yourself up in sweet-smelling soap then hop out and slather yourself in a mix of cocoa butter and coconut oil. You twist your hair up and away from your face, put in cute little golden studs, and finally, you pull on a pretty blue sundress. Most girls in town wouldn't be caught wearing something so thin, even in this heat they'd have on their shorts that touched way past their knees or some dress that was much too thick for this weather. You spray one last spritz of perfume on you before bounding into your kitchen and grabbing two water bottles.
You're out of your house in under thirty minutes and when you open your front door, you see Arvin hastily stub out a cigarette and choke on the smoke that filled the cabin of the truck. He tries to fan the smoke with his cap before giving up and stumbling at his car with a guilty look, âThought you'd take longer.â He coughs, a small puff of white smoke escapes his lips and he fans it away before it blows in your face looking sheepish. âSorry, baby you look⊠look.. wow.â He clears his throat, lashes fluttering as he takes you in.
âThatâs a good âwowâ right..?â You ask, pitching your voice higher in an attempt to make it sound like a joke but you hesitantly begin to pull at the fabric. âIt might be a little⊠much but it's hot and it's not likeââ
âBaby, yâlook gorgeous.â He interrupts. He's turning bright pink just looking at you, his cheek sucking in as he shuffles foot to foot. âI ain't ever seen a prettier gal in all my life, justâŠwow.â
You smile lightly but still, you add; âIt⊠it might be a little much for the creekââ
At this very moment, Arvin is glad he lives in a small town with the closest neighbor usually a mile away and hidden in Knockemstiffsâ nature. He's glad because he can pull you close without worrying about prying eyes and gossiping mouths to press a soft kiss to your lips. He smiles when you huff in annoyance but you kiss him back all the same, he's the first to pull away his hands falling to your waist pausing just a minute before he shakes off whatever thought that spawned in his head. âIt's a date, darlinâ. A shitty date I know but you're allowed to get all dolled up, you're allowed to look sexy if you want.â
You snicker, pressing another kiss to his lips then the corner of his lips then his chin before leaning back with an impish grin, âYou think I look sexy?â
Arvin blinks down at you, a smile pulling at his lips.âI think we better get a move on before I drop to my knees right here and devour you.â
Your heart jumps and you swat at him, ignoring the heat that shoots straight to your core. Damn, you think, swatting at your laughing lover again, maybe it wasn't the best idea to go without underwear.
Dates with Arvin usually go one or two ways. The two of y'all were secret, something down low and private to keep you safe in a world full of small-minded folks. So, usually, Arvin would pack a basket full of food he and his grandma made, treats he snagged from the store, and drove you out somewhere deep into the wilderness where you both could be you. You could talk, eat, laugh, and pretend like you weren't sitting on some ratty old blanket but at the diner in town. But sometimes, life gets in the way. Arvin works, you work and sometimes when he's not working he's watching his niece while Lenora finishes up school and you'll be damned if you get in the way of that. So, sometimes, you both go days without seeing each otherâ weeks really where all you have are secret late-night phone calls and glimpses of each other in passing. Meaning when the both of you finally see each other again there isn't much talking.
No, it's spent in the back of Arvin's truck, clothes barely off and moaning and well, fucking like bunnies. You used to say it's a miracle you ain't pregnant, Arvin snorts at the idea and points out that no matter how hot and bothered he gets about you he'd never forget a condom.
It's been nearly a week since you saw Arvin in person, his presence at church had been a surprise but a rather bold statement to you. He missed you, missed you enough to suffer through church after all that happened last year. It's been three days since any secret phone calls and with the way Arvin is tugging you to the car, he's desperate for you. His driving shows the sameâ he all but speeds out to the creek, his hand securely on your thigh rubbing small circles into your flesh. It'd be almost sweet if you didn't know him if you didn't recognize the impatient tapping of his fingers on the wheel. Rarely, he's ever this horny and you help but want to tease him.
âI don't see the basket,â You start coyly letting your hand fall over his, âAre we gonna stop and pick something up before we head to the woods?â
Arvin's foot hits the brakes incredibly fast and you jerk forward but are kept from any harm when his hand flies up to stop you from going any forward. He apologizes first, quickly then blinks twice, âYou wanna eat?â
âI could go for a bite.â
He looks at you then the woods you're both surrounded by almost incredulously. But, by the grace of all that is good, he doesn't complain about it, instead, he nods his head and puts the car in reverse, âWell, I'm picking what we eat this time, gonna be dark by the time we get back to the woods so might as well get something big and a lantern or somethinââ Your snickering causes him to pause and he glances away from the rearview mirror to look at you, âWhat's funny, Pretty girl?â
âYou are.â You laugh, âI was just joking, Arvin. Ate before church âsides, I'm not an idiot. Figured we were gonna be out here the moment I saw you.â
He frowns just a bit, âDonât say it like that baby. You know you're more than sex, right?â He pulls the car just a bit deeper into the woods. It's not the creek but it's close enough and hidden behind overgrowth, âI ain't bothered by going back and getting us some food and shit, we can just relax we don'tââ
You raise an eyebrow, cutting him off, âIâm not wearing any underwear.â
There's a pause. Arvin stares at you, you stare at himâ your eyebrows raising higher as he swallows down harshly beforeâ âFuck it.â He curses. He's unbuckling and out of his seat faster than you can blink and you burst out laughing as he scrambles at the car. He's a man on a mission, rounding the car to your side in under a second and your door is yanked open. âIâll buy you a proper dinner on the way back, bigots be damned.â
Then he slams his lips onto yours, manhandling you till you're facing him with your legs spread and him in between them. You whine when one of his hands comes up to grasp at your throat and he tells you to shut up. You don't but he doesn't seem to truly mind as his tongue slides against yoursâ it's a messy kiss, you can feel spit slipping down your chin and your teeth clink against each other as the kiss grows more heated thenâ âOh,â You gasp as he weasels a hand between your legs, it's a bit of muscle memory on his part, his pinkie and ring fingers settle heavily on your clit pulling it taunt as he positions himself closer to you. âArvinââ
âShut up,â He grumbles, kissing you stupid. He makes a show of sucking on your tongue before pulling away to kiss your nose, letting the hand on your throat drop to push your dress up to stare at your pussy, and lets out a low whistle. âPretty girlâŠâ
âYou're the devil, Arvin.â You whine, trying to close your legs.
He keeps your legs open with ease, still eyeing your cunt like it's the prettiest thing in the world, and smiles with bright glinting teeth, âWith you baby? All the time.â Then, he puckers his lips and bends down just a bit to spit on your pussy. A gasp of mild disgust leaves you and the man snickers, âOh, that was disgusting but not all those times I stuck my tongue in ya?â
âAt least let me take my dress off.â You huff, âIt's new and I like itââ
âMmm⊠I like it too. Be a good girl and keep it on for me,â He simpers then he tugs at the fabric around your stomach, âBut pop your tits out, I like to watch when they bounce.â
âArvin.â You hiss, swatting at his hands. âYou oughta be nice to me when you're between my legs.â
Arvin only chuckles again but he does fix himself upwards to give you a proper soft kiss. You let him, of course, one of your hands carding through his hair. You hear him fumble with his belt, his knees hitting the side of your seat and causing the truck to rock and creakâ Arvin lets out a choked groan when you bite his lip and he carefully pulls away to yank his pants down.
You let out the same whistle he did early, âPretty boy.â You tease good-naturedly and you watch as his ears burn pink. You laugh and spread your legs a little wider as if to challenge himâ there's a chill in the air that mixes oddly against the warm heat of your pussy and Arvin's spit but you try not to let it get to you as you watch your man curse and fumble with the condom. Arvin curses again when he finally gets the material over his flushed cock before closing the distance between you for a kiss.
âYâknow,â He starts, breathless as he rocks against you, sliding against your folds with barely contained eagerness, âYou complain an awful lot about me being nice to you when being mean makes you wet.â
He doesn't let you get the chance of replying before he's pressing into you, stealing both your breath and any forming thought. His hands go to your waist holding you in place as he fucks into you. Your startled squeak turns into a sharp moan as you arch your back, meeting him thrust for thrustâ âOh fuck, Arvin.â You gasp and he lets out a concentrated hum, pressing a kiss to the side of your mouth. âCan youâ fuck, can you ââ
âI gotchu, baby.â He cuts you off with another kiss pulling you closer to his body with a hard thrust and you gasp and squirmâ your ass is damn near hanging out of the car, your legs alternating between stabilizing yourself and quivering at your man's thrust. Arvin uses your new position to rearrange your dress some more; he pulls down your dress to your torso and pushes its bottom half up to meet it. âSo damn pretty in this thingââ He grunts, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he pumps into you, fingers rubbing messy circles into your clit, âShit, baby, need toâ need to get you another, f-fuckââ He cuts himself off with a moan, âLove this pussy so muchâŠâ
When you cum it's sudden, a strike of lightning, a belt snappingâ your legs give out and Arvin is quick to support your weight. He all but hauls your limp body up and out of the car, swallowing your moans and whimpers as he continues to snap his hips against yours chasing his high. He holds you easily, your legs barely touching the ground as he humps, his voice pitching into a needy whine to match your own, âFuck baby, fuck fuck fuckâ that's it, you take my dick so well, just a little more, just a little â fuck!â
Your back hits the side of the truck and the vehicle rocks with the movement as Arvin curls himself around your bodyâ trembling fingers digging into your sides as he chases his release. The most you can do is hold on for dear life, taking what he gives and praising him in a soft tone that has him blinking back tears of pleasure. You cum a second time without much sound, just a low moan and your legs and cunt tightening around Arvin and it makes him let out a chokedâ âJ-Jesus, fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby.â The truck rocks in tandem with his quickening thrust. Your hands grip his shoulders leaning forward, hiccuping as you kiss along his neck, and Arvin moans loud and needy, âOh fuck, baby I'mâ please, please I need toâ I need toââ
Arvin doesn't finish his sentence before he's cumming. He nearly drops you as he does but instead, he presses you against the truck, panting as he holds you close. He whimpers when you squirm in his grasp but doesn't put up a fight as your feet touch the ground again. Still, he leans heavily against you, his arms tightly wound around your waist to keep you close. âMissed you.â
You snort lightly, pulling your dress back over your breasts, âMissed you too, Arvy. You need to sit down?â
He blinks slowly, âMmm, nah. But câmereââ As if he didn't just fuck you seven ways from Sunday, he picks you upâ chuckling when you whine and rounds the truck to its bed and quickly opens it and has you sitting pretty on a blanket already set up back there. âThis,â He starts after taking a deep breath and kissing you on your nose, âIs where I planned to have some fun but somebody thought it'd be funny to mess with me.â
âI ain't gonna apologize so stop looking at me like that.â You laugh and it brings a smile to his lips before his eyes drop down to your soiled dress. He gives the fabric a curious tug.
âNever seen you wear something like this, you said it's new?â
âIssa sundress.â You offer when he glances back up at you, âAll the rage in the city and they're lightweight and good to wear in this heat. All the girls up there are wearing it.â
âHuh,â He breathes. He kisses you once, twice, thenâ
âArvin!â You chide when his hands come up to grope at your tits.
It's safe to say, Arvin really likes sundresses.
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.đ„ Ę Ë LOOK, MOM! â nanami kento
yuuji accidentally calls you mom
contents: nanami x fem!reader, husband nanami hehe, this is very silly and random and stupid, fluff, nanami & reader are yuuji's adoptive parents fr, words: 1059
ânanamin!â yuuji waves at the figure approaching from behind you, a flashy grin appearing on his face as he glances at the blonde man over your shoulder. âi didnât know you were coming by today!â
kento's hair sweeps over his forehead in the wind, a few strands coming free as he heads towards you. it's a brisk day, and he has two hot coffees in his hands that he'd picked up after his mission.
a bead of sweat drips down yuuji's temple, and he wipes it with his sleeve, still breathing heavily. you'd spent the last hour training together, pushing his physical capabilities. gojo had been busy recently, between all the missions and his conversations with the higher ups.
so, of course, you'd volunteered to teach the newest student when he couldn't. quickly, he became your favorite of the three first years.
âiâm in between assignments.â kento hands you the coffee, places a gentle hand on your lower back with a smile that is hardly there. âmind if i steal my wife away for a bit?â
yuuji shrugs, his face still bright as he glances between the two of you. ever since heâd found out two of his favorite sorcerers were together, heâd hardly shut up about it.
âno problem. iâm going to meet up with fushiguro anyway.â he brushes the dirt off his pants, waving to the two of you.
âgood job today, yuuji!â grateful for something to warm you up in the chilly air, you take a sip of the coffee. itâs perfect, as always, just what you needed. âyouâre improving a lot!â
he grins, proud of his accomplishments. âthanks, mom! see you later!â
there's an elongated moment of silence.
you choke on your coffee as kento stiffens beside you, watching while yuuji comes to a skittering halt.
all three of you freeze. you cough, clearing your throat, and kento's hand, steady on your back, has stilled. âyuujiââ
âoh,â the teenager says, his face turning bright red as he realizes what heâs called you. he glances between the two of you, embarrassment evident. âiâm so sorry. i didnât mean toââ
though, you donât give yuuji enough time to protest. within seconds, youâve gathered him up in your arms, squeezing the younger boy to your chest. âkento, we have a son!â
you feel yuuji tense, before he relaxes, and throws his arms around you in an even tighter hug. thereâs some sort of thanks resting there. he laughs, carefree, a sound you never want to be taken away from the boy who manages to shine so brightly in such a dark world.
kento stares at you, folds his glasses up in his pocket, as if to show you both how unimpressed he is. âdo we?â he asks, lips flat, though, you see through the facade to the amusement hidden in his irises. âi'm certain i wouldâve remembered something like that.â
you make a face at him, covering yuujiâs ears dramatically. âoh, donât listen to your dad, yuuji. heâs old, he doesnât know what heâs saying.â
kento blinks, and then sighs, wrinkling his nose. though, when he sees yuujiâs wide grin, his eager expression, he decides to play along.
âwell, then... there must be a lapse in my memory." kento crosses his arms over his chest as he regards the two of your extensively, searching for something. "that would certainly explain the striking resemblance between us.â he says drily.
yuuji laughs, a loud snort. he looks nothing like either of you, but youâre not sure heâs ever gotten to witness kento's sarcastic sense of humor, the one that not everyone really gets.
âexactly!â yuuji quips back to kentoâs blank expression. "everyone tells me i have the same smile as my dad!
kentoâs trying hard not to let yuuji win that one, but you can see the slight wrinkle around his eye, the tiny quirk of his lips. beside the pink haired boy, you choke out a few giggles, covering your mouth.
âyes," kento nods, solemn. "iâve heard that as well.â
"so you do know how to make jokes, nanamin!" yuuji shouts, nearly jumping in the air as he cheers. "i can't wait to tell fushiguro this."
kento rolls his eyes, but yuujiâs so pleased, and he releases you, his eyes soft and bright as he pulls away.
though he doesnât say it, doesn't thank you for anything, you can tell heâs grateful. itadori yuuji may be happy with his life as it is now, may have found a home within the friends heâs made at the high school, but you know he misses his grandfather. sometimes, perhaps, he even longs for the conventional family he never really got to have.
you ruffle his hair, the pink strands catching between the cracks of your fingers. âtell him i said hello too.â
yuuji nods, stuffing his hands in his pocket as he steps away. âi will!â his cheerful gaze is pinned on your husband, a secretive smile making a home on his lips. âbye, dad.â
kento shakes his head, and sighs again, though you can tell, a part of him is touched to have won so much of yuuji's admiration. âhave a good evening, itadori.â
you watch the young boy scurry away, hands in his pockets as he braces himself against the cold.
"you should be nicer to your son, kento."
kento snorts, throwing an arm over your shoulder as he brings you closer to him. "i am nice to him," he says, kissing your temple softly. "a little hard on him, maybe, but i just don't want anything bad to happen to him."
you soften, look up at him with warm eyes, and you squeeze the hand that is resting on your shoulder. "i know," you say, your heart clenching. you've thought about it before, thought of kento with a tiny child that looks just like him, cradled against his chest. thought of him with a little girl whose hair he can braid, a little boy he can raise to be a gentleman.
but you hadn't talked about it; you'd always thought your life was too busy, too dangerous for children.
"you'd make a good dad, ken," you say, your cheeks flushed as you grin at him.
kento's eyes flash. "really?" an array of emotions scurries across his features before he leans down, kissing you softly. "is this your way of telling me you want a baby, sweetheart?" his voice deepens as he whispers against your lips, smiling. "because i'm more than happy to give you one."
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You burst into the office and slam the door behind you. Ghost jumps from his seat and looks up from the paperwork heâs been filling out. His eyes widen as you sprint towards him.
âWhat the f-â
âJust play along,â you interject, dragging a chair and plopping down. You grab two sheets of paper from the pile next to him and snatch the first pen within reach.
He keeps staring at you dumbfounded before managing to utter something.
âCan you at least-â
âNope,â you cut him off while focusing on the papers and nibbling on the pen. âNo, canât do. You need to trust me on this one.â
âDefine what âthis oneâ is.â He demands.
âShhhh,â you hush him, waving your hand dismissively and glancing over your shoulder at the door. âHeâs coming.â
âWhoâs com-â
The door swings open, and footsteps approach. They settle beside you, and a hand slams on the desk. Ghost looks at the hand, then upward.
âCaptain,â he says. âWhat brings you in-â
âFor the love of everything you hold dear, Simon, you better not be involved in any of this,â Price warns. He slams his hand on the desk again and looks at you. âWhy were you running away from me?â He asks.
You stare at him with furrowed eyebrows before removing the pen from your mouth.
âI wasnât running away from you, sir,â you reply, pointing the pen at Ghost. âI was late for my meeting with the lieutenant.â
Price turns towards Ghost, seeking for an appropriate answer. The lieutenant sits up straight on his chair, clasps his hands together and motions with his head towards you.
âVery punctual, this one.â He says.
âCut the crap, Simon,â Price orders and turns to you. âWhat were you doing inside Bravo Unitâs barracks last night?â
âBravo Unit has barracks?â You ask Ghost. He shoots you a side-eye and raises one eyebrow.
âStop playing dump and answer the question,â Price warns and points at Ghost. âAnd donât look at himâheâs not covering for you this time.â
âHow about you start from the beginning, boss,â Ghost interjects. âWhat happened?â
âSomeone broke into Bravo Unitâs barracks last night and stole every inch of toilet paper they had,â Price says, looking at you, then turning to Ghost. âAnd not just toilet paper, mind you! Kitchen rolls and tissues are gone as well.â
âTsk tsk tsk,â Ghost murmurs, shaking his head. âSuch an inconvenience.â
âInconvenience, Simon?â Price whispers, leaning on the desk. âThe entirety of Bravo Unit had to wipe their ass with parchment paper this morning.â
Ghost brings his hand to his face and pinches the bridge of his nose. He lowers his head and takes deep, laboured breaths. Price is already fuming, so you decide to intervene.
âI was never inside Bravo Unitâs barracks, sir,â You state. âI just happened to walk through it once.â
âOh, I see, I seeâyou walked through it once,â Price repeats, nodding. He removes something from his pocket and slams it on the desk.
âThe instigator left this behind,â he states, looking back and forth between the two of you.
You and Ghost look at the garment on the deskâitâs a skull balaclava that once belonged to the lieutenant. He gave it to you last Winter since your ears and nose tend to get cold during patrol.
âNow,â Price states, âwould you care to brief me on who this belongs to?â
âHm,â you murmur, setting the pen and papers on the desk. You pick up the mask and start examining it. You look at Ghost, who stares at the mask with his eyeballs threatening to pop out of his face. He shoots you a deathly stare, and you redirect your attention to Price.
âThat looks like it must be the lieutenantâs,â you reply, lifting the balaclava next to Ghostâs masked face. âWith the skull and allâitâs a perfect match, actually.â
You both turn to Ghost, whose expression has transformed from utter disbelief to an inexplicable calmness.
âIndeed, that looks exactly like the one I lost,â Ghost confirms, taking the mask from you.
âIs it now?â Price asks in a high-pitched voice, tilting his head to the side. âDo me a favour and smell it for me, Riley.â
Ghost does exactly as heâs told. He brings the mask close to his nose, sniffs it, and nods. âYup,â he confirms. âSmells exactly like me, too.â
Price sighs, takes a bottle from the pocket of his cargo pants and slams it on the desk. âSo you want me to believe you use âMagnolia Blossom with Moroccan oilâ as a shampoo?â he asks.
âIâve got dry hair.â Ghost shrugs.
âYou should try coconut oil instead,â you suggest to Ghost, âitâs cheaper.â
Price kicks the chair next to you, and you both turn to look at him. He presses his lips together, and a red flush creeps on his neck, threatening to reach his head. He opens his mouth to say something, but you stop him.
âWhy did you go through peoplesâ stuff without their permission, sir?â
âOh, I wasnât going through anyoneâs stuff,â Price explains. âYou just were dumb enough to ditch the balaclava right behind the barracks. The detection dog picked up on the smell and led us to your stuffâit was a perfect match, just like you said.â
âYou had sniffer dogs involved in this?â Ghost asks.
âI had to.â Price replies. âPair the parchment paper with a day full of training, and Bravo Unit developed the worst rash they had since wearing diapers.â
A chuckle escapes Ghost, and he tries to silence it with his hand. He takes quick gasps of air, and you try to retain your laughter, too.
âPlease tell me youâre not laughing!â Price shouts.
âNo, boss,â Ghost says and wipes his tears, âItâs just so-â
â-sad,â you say and wipe your eyes as well. âItâs so sad.â
Price looks at you, then at the lieutenant. Now defeated, he sighs and throws his head back, shutting his eyes.
âIâm done with both of you.â He says, lifting his arms and dropping them to his sides. âI expect all toilet papers to be returned today. And as for you, you are responsible for cleaning Bravoâs toilets for the entire month.â
âFor the whole month?!â You shout and wince at the idea.
âBe glad I didnât make you wipe their asses as well.â He shouts as he walks to the door and slams it behind him.
Ghost recovers from the laugh and directs his attention to you. He tries to be serious but his teary eyes betray him.
âThat was a hazardous operation you did back there,â he says.
âI didnât do anything.â You reply, still vouching for your innocence. âBut whoever did it taught Bravo Unit not to mess with our thermostats again.â
Ghost shakes his head. âI just happened to walk through the barracks once,â he says, repeating your earlier statement. âWhat were you thinking? Who walks through barracks?â
âI donât know,â you reply, shrugging. âGhosts would be my guess.â
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[Hockeyplayer!Diluc x Reader]
A/N: Based off my short post here! // can't think of a title rn...
Warnings: injuries, Diluc is in love with you (this became oddly domestic for a hockey au...(but then again it's Diluc and I love him soooo...))
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Diluc winces as you smooth your fingers over his bruises again.
"Diluc, you need to be more careful." you say with a bit of worry in your tone. In times like these, you think you should be a part-time nurse with how many times you patched him up after a game.
Your boyfriend is a hockey player- a skilled one at that. But sometimes you'd rather he not get rough out on the ice. This time, you refused to let yourself watch as a player on the opposing team was getting aggressive, and soon decided to throw a punch at him.
"I know," is all he says for a moment, in a soft voice. "Thank you for this." He is grateful that you always come to the rescue after his games. It hurts when you touch his injuries, but there's something in him that makes him want to sink further into your comforting touch.
You keep talking- some things about the game he just played, some about being worried over his injuries again. Usually he pays attention to you, after a tiring day he wants nothing but to be with you after all. But there's something different this time, that just puts him in a daze.
His tired eyes lazily look at your form. You're wearing an outfit that fits his team's colours, your hair done, some matching accessories, and the jewelry he bought you for your one year anniversary. But the best part was the jersey you were wearing, with his last name and number. He usually scolds you for wearing the jersey to games since it had short-sleeves.
"You're gonna catch a cold, my love. Take my jacket." Diluc says that day, as his teammates file out onto the rink, leaving him who held back to talk to you.
"I don't want to." you reply.
"Why not?"
"Because, it's gonna cover your name."
He remembers his eyes widening when you said that. His heart suddenly beating faster than it did. You didn't seem to notice though, because you were looking somewhere else.
This moment suddenly triggered a memory in Diluc's mind, where his father has been pestering him since he started dating you. He had kept asking when he was going to meet you- he knew his father was those types of people.
A short silence passed, which you interpreted as a 'no' from him, leaving you to try and compromise.
"Can I just wear your scarf maybe? Please?" you rush and wrap his warm scarf around your neck, trying to show him how "warm" you were so he could finally go on the ice. He hopes you didnât catch the pink on his cheeks, or took it as a result of the coldness. "Just go play! I'll be fine, I promise, okay?"
"...alright." he finally says with a sigh.
And today was no exception, as his scarf was wrapped around you still. All he could do was admire you, all pretty and wearing something that was in a way, his.
"Can I kiss you?â He blurts out, interrupting you. Your eyes widen, as you are a little alarmed at his sudden request.
Most of the time, Diluc is hesitant to initiate affection after a game with you because he claims heâs too sweaty and smelly. But you seem to sense his change in heart and give a smile that you didnât know would make him melt more.
âO-Of course!â You say happily. Instantly, your boyfriend wraps an arm around you to bring you closer to him, enough to make you squeal in surprise at how quick he was, then put your hands on his broad chest to stabilize yourself.
His lips press against your soft ones into a passionate kiss. You feel his right hand come up to cradle your cheek, attempting to bring you closer. Your cheeks go warm when you feel how sweet he's being by how deep he kisses you. You're not sure where this came from, but you're not one to complain.
Once you both pull away, you're all smiles and bliss, giggling for no reason except your happiness. It's your turn to caress his jaw. Diluc notices how your expression gets a little downcast for a brief moment, knowing you were still worried about him out there. He puts his hand on top of yours as a way to comfort you, a silent way of saying, "I know".
"Well that's a sight I don't need to see."
You and Diluc both whip your heads to find the source of the voice- who happens to be at the bottom of the bleachers. You spot Kaeya, who's purposely holding his arm in front of his eyes to comically shield his eyes from the "offensive" sight before him.
He always knows how to ruin a moment, Diluc thinks while sighing.
"C'mon lovebirds, I'm hungry." Kaeya calls out jokingly. You pack your bag and prepare to leave.
"Let's go 'Luc, your brother's hungry."
"He can starve."
"Diluc."
"Okay, fine." Your boyfriend reluctantly gets ready to go as well, and you walk down the steps to meet with Kaeya and leave the arena.
"That guy was pretty aggressive Diluc. A lot of people in the crowd were wondering why you didn't fight back." Kaeya says while the three of you walk towards the door.
"I would've gotten a penalty too if I engaged further. I just tried to defend myself." Diluc responds. You know that fights like these usually result in penalties, causing the player to be benched for a while. You can't help but feel protective over Diluc, despite the nature of the sport.
As you, Diluc and Kaeya walk out, you see a group of familiar boys- the opponents Diluc just faced, noticeable from the colour of their jerseys. You and Kaeya seem to catch a sight of them in the corner of your eyes while Diluc walks on without a care.
Kaeya makes eye contact with Number 17- the aggressive one, and sticks out his tongue while smiling and pulling his lower eyelid down. Though, Number 17 or his teammates probably didn't see it from how quickly Diluc yanked him by the collar. Kaeya lets out a subtle shriek from his brother's sudden actions, not expecting him to be so quick.
"Kaeya- what are you doing?! Do you want to get beaten up too?" Diluc says, scolding him and quickly dragging him away before he can cause any more chaos.
"What, I was trying to be funny."
"Nobody's laughing."
"Well he needs a laugh to calm down. Give him a tiny taste of his own medicine, y'know?"
"Yeah, he injured my handsome boyfriend!" you say, jokingly pouting and latching onto Diluc's arm.
Suddenly Diluc feels himself falling into that daze again, as he thinks about the words just spoken. It's strange seeing Diluc's rare smiles, especially after that feat on the ice. You and Kaeya somehow take this opportunity to playfully punch his arms.
Maybe it was the way you cheered him on. Maybe it was you wearing his jersey. Maybe it was the fact that you called him your handsome boyfriend.
No matter the reason, a few bruises aren't enough to weigh him down when he had you.
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Figureskater!Kaeya fic here!
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racer diluc telling you "don't worry, i'll be careful," and kissing your forehead before a race
racer diluc spotting you in the crowd and putting his fingers to his lips before signing it back to you. he'll wink if he's feeling flirty
racer diluc, when not in a game and just Normally Driving, picks you up from college/work and drops you home. you get some jealous stares but it just fuels your ego
racer diluc showing up in yet another sports car (you swore it was a bugatti last time) to pick you up for a date. he tells you to wear clothes he bought for you, and he's such a gentleman that he buckles your seatbelt himself so he can say, "hold tight, baby," in your ear as he kisses your cheek
racer diluc holds your hand whenever there's a red light (or when the traffic slows) because he doesn't want to risk your safety if he drives with one hand even if he can (you find it hot, to which he chuckles at, but you're too precious for him. after all, he can be hot every other time... hehe)
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chess with the commander.
warnings: (18+) explicit content, reader is female.
summary: You are invited to Commander Hangeâs room after a long day, promised a game of chess. However, it is no ordinary game of chess.
The sight of an incoming sunset concluded a long, exhausting round of daily chores into the freedom of the evening. Kicking the door behind you as you entered the Survey Corps' current makeshift residence, you hurriedly run towards a promised game of chess with your-the Commander, your partner, Hange Zoë.
After years of unspoken romantic feelings, the two of you had finally admitted love for one another recently. Ever since you have frequented the Commander's room, varying by whichever location you've both been stationed in. Each mission loomed with the threat of death, the best of the both of you could do is make the most of what unknowing time is left. And even then, that was only if the scouts could arrive after missions.
Their position as commander made it difficult for the two of you lovers to connect and indulge in normal everyday conversations which would leave the both of you yearning for one another.
A tired, wearisome soldier waits for her commander patiently before making her escape down the hallway towards their room. God, you wished these people would hurry in their rooms faster so you could barge in without a care. A troublesome scandal could arise if the two of you were discovered; a foolish soldier dating their superior. But it wasn't stopping either of you.
A 10 minutes' wait which felt longer than the tiring day itself..
You peeked down the hall one final time to check no one was there, footsteps or talking revealed anything out of your eyesight. Cautiously, you turn your head side to side, one last time, certifying that no other soldiers are present.The risk of being uncovered pushes you to awkwardly speed walk down the hall towards the door, making you paranoid of your own noise levels.
"Come in, come in~"
Hange swiftly yet quietly opens their bedroom with a big smile on their face gently pushing you in.
The room was filled with unorganized documents, some lab equipment and ODM gear scattered around the room. Hange was a constantly busy person so they never bothered to tidy the room anyway.
They close the door behind you, locking it so nobody could disturb the both of you.
"Hello, Commander." You say shyly, wrapping your arms around their waist, holding them in a warm embrace as they gently place kisses on your forehead.
"No need to be so formal, y/n. I've already asked you to call me by my name. Perhaps I've overworked you too hard today and you've forgotten it?" They tease you while while pinching your cheek with two coarse fingers. An unkempt nail pokes you as they do so. It doesn't hurt but the unexpected touch makes you flutter, a welcomed feeling despite the goosebumps down your neck.
Hange looked down at you, a childish pouty face along with those stupid puppy eyes they loved to use on you despite their light-hearted protests that you were the one who was supposed to give them that look, not the other way around. "You took a while to get down here. I was getting really worried that you'd never arrived!"
"It wasn't my fault! Nobody would leave the hallway-and it would've been weird if people saw me knocking at your door this late!" You pout back.
The commander let out a light chuckle and gave a pat to your head. "Don't worry about that too much y/n. Let's go play some chess, shall we?"
The chess board was already set up and lined with the pieces in place. Hange pulled the chair back for you to sit. You reveal an annoyed look on your face.
âEhh? Whatâs up with the face y/n?â
Furrowing a brow. âWhy do we have to play chess? We could be doing other things⊠You know..."
The commander sat down on the chair facing you, leaning back on the chair with a mischievous smirk on their face. They knew, alright.
âOh really then?! Well, how about this? I can make this little boring game of chess into something better..â
You rolled your eyes. âHow will you do it then?â
âLetâs say, each time one of our chessmen is taken, a piece of your clothing is removed. If your queen is taken, All of your clothes will be removed. The game will end if either one of us is completely naked.â They chuckled at you with a sinful expression.
Perplexed at the words that just came out of their mouth, your eyes widened a bit. You asked for this, but suffice to say it wasnât what you were expecting.
Hangeâs teasing is blatant. They wouldnât have to take anything off. Theyâd beat you in seconds. âFine, weâll will see about that!â You gave a cheeky and feisty attitude towards your commander.
âDeal!â
Hange loved the slight sass you gave them, yet they also craved the idea of transforming you from that haughty, arrogant attitude into a state of complete embarrassment.
They rested their arms on the table and leaned in to face you. âJudging by your face, y/n, How about you make the first move, hmm?â
Chess is a long, strategic game of logic, rational thinking, coordination, with both players devoting their mind to not miscalculate any move whatsoever. A single misplacement of a pawn at the wrong time, a single careless move⊠your winning chances would undoubtedly smolder to ash, rewarding your opponent with a swift victory.
A blind man could see the unfair matchup. You pick up and place the pawns the way a child plays with straw dolls, while Hange picks up and places the pawns like the leader they are, commanding their squad soldiers with a clear vision in mind. War is an art, and they're at the ease.
Modesty is a valuable stake, yet uncovering the body of your commander flatters you enough to participate. A lack of experience may be your downfall, but a foolish belief in chance keeps you on your toes. A love coated motivation fueled by an indecorous desire.
Defeat could be considered prematurely decided. Yet you relish in the thought of becoming close to your beloved.
It was always win-win.
You gaze at the wooden chessboard, with no thoughts of strategy in mind. Arbitrarily picking a pawn from your line of infantry you guide it towards the commanderâs army, eyeing Hange for any sign of judgement on your haphazard decision, yet their expression remains still.
ââ
Hange twitched a smirk and replied with their pawn.
ââ
Something told you they wouldnât be playing nice.
You could already feel the tension between both sides of the table. The pawn was too near to your chess army, but you felt the lightbulb flash in your brain.
âAw, you took my pawn already.â Hange clicked their tongue in disappointment at the movement. âIâll just remove my boots then~â
âYes!â You thought to yourself. The possibilities of you winning were so slim. But this one step close to victory didnât make you feel hopeless on winning.
They removed the boots that they were wearing, leaving them in only their green survey corps uniform coat, a white blouse under and trousers.
Hange glared at the chessboard, not tense. or anything, completely relaxed, they moved their pawn towards your army.
In response, you moved another one of your pawns towards the pawn they had just moved.
Back to their turn again.
Now your pawn has been taken by their knight.
You groan and take off your boots, now creating more unease to your hopes of winning.
âYou shouldâve taken off your coat perhaps-â
âAre you that desperate to see me naked?â You interrupted and pursed your lips.
âIâd rather not answer that question, love.â They answered your question with a tease.
Hange slid one of their pieces, capturing your bishop. Why the fuck were they starting to get closer to victory? The game had just started.
âYouâre going to pay for that.â You tried to hide the uneasiness you felt in your stomach trying not to reveal that you were much more nervous than you appeared.
âDonât be so uptight about this y/n~ Itâs not that serious.â The commander watched you with that piercing gaze and sly smirk from the opposite table as you took off the green Survey Corps coat you had on.
âThatâs complete nonsense. And who said I was uptight?â You said, looking back at the chessboard, struggling to make contact with your commander. âYou make it difficult if you keep teasing like that.â
âI knew this would be hard for you, I can see how much youâre struggling to keep your composu-â
âHange, please concentrate. I had just taken your knight as you kept on blabbering just now.â You snatch one of their knights.
âAh, you sneaky girl.â They smile awkwardly since theyâve been caught off guard. âWell, we're equal now!â
Hange had removed their Survey Corps coat, having the same amount of clothing as you.
The game was starting to feel dreadful. Pieces moving each turn without one being taken. It felt like a decade. You had realized that there were more chess pieces than clothing you both had on right now; so inevitably either one of you would have to end the game with either one of you completely naked. Although, you did quite fancy the idea of seeing your partner completely exposed in front of you⊠but you didnât dislike having to be nude in front of Hange, prior pouting aside. It just made you feel slightly self conscious despite seeing each other nude in previous times.
You couldnât concentrate at this rate. Neither of you nor the commander were not even naked yet, so why did you feel a little uneasy?
They took notice of your apprehension.
âYou havenât made a move, love, may I ask whatâs wrong?â They asked as soon as you avoided slight eye contact.
âNothing, nothing. Just concentrating.â You lied as you felt your face redden.
âDonât rush me please.â
Hangeâs satisfied, sly grin appeared once again. Itâs almost as if they knew what they were doing when they planned this game. You could not possibly imagine that. No maâam.
âOh donât worry, I wasnât trying to rush you, darling.â They answered.
You finally manage to have some courage and snatched their bishop. The minutes you spent on struggling to concentrate paid off.
âYou got me there haha!â They carelessly commented with a laugh. You felt your eyes fixate on Hange unbuttoning their blouse, your face staining a deep red color.
Their lean, muscular physique now exposed after they threw their shirt on the ground. Your mind was so focused on their now topless body. There was no getting out of this. But at least you were closer to victory, despite the impossible skill gap..
âYou can stop staring y/n, I feel a little violated here~â They jokingly tease once again, not wanting to stop their playful attitude.
âI wasnât starin-â
âExplain the amount of times I've seen you try to make eye contact, love.â They interrupted, trying to get an answer out of you.
âHange, how am I supposed to keep my composure when youâre half naked right now?â You tried to defend on the excessive amount of times you would stare.
âItâs cute, y/n.â Hange said with a teasing tone.
The room suddenly felt silent after Hangeâs comment. Their smirk told you that they had something up their sleeve; a cunning look appeared in their eyes.
You knew this feeling from the start of the game that they werenât going to be playing nice. Now it was starting to feel more convincing that they really werenât going to let you win.
âGot your queen!â
Shit.
âW-Wait, How?!â You exclaimed in confusion.
âYour space was so open for me to take your queen with one of my knights darling.â They chuckled in satisfaction.
âI thought you wouldâve known after you made your last move.â
Thatâs right. You may have taken one of their pieces but you weren't as careful as you thought you were when you took all that time to make your move.
âCan I just take my shirt off-â
âNo. Strip all the way love.â They added with a dark grin.
You gulp and stand up to embarrassingly unbutton your shirt, unclasping your bra, exposing your chest. What didnât help was that Hange had that dark, annoying grin on their face, their eyes watching your every move.
Finally, it was time to remove your pants along with your panties. As you finished with that, you felt the cold air cloak your skin, goosebumps along your back, accepting your defeat.
Embarrassed, you sat back down, completely naked looking down at your bare legs whilst struggling to make eye contact with your beloved commander.
Feeling confused as your stomach started to feel unusual, covering your bare chest along with your legs crossing wondering why you always seemed so embarrassed being naked in front of them right now.
The both of you have been intimate before, and definitely have seen each otherâs naked bodiesâ but why was it every time you were in this state it made you feel like it was your first time?. The control and power they have over you, the way they look at your embarrassed face, their ravenous gaze and that god-forsaken sly grin taunting you the entire game.
âYou know what., Perhaps I feel bored of this game now.â
Before you could even try to reply, they spread their legs apart on the chair, patting their thigh.
âCome sit.â
You felt too embarrassed to make any sort of action. You kept looking down at your legs, unable to comply.
âDonât be so shy, itâs not like I havenât seen you naked before! Come sit.â Hange loved whenever you got like this because of them. It was their favorite thing to witness. They loved your embarrassed faceâ but not as much as your fucked out one.
Finally getting off from your seat, silently complying, you sit on their lap with your bare naked body, heart dropping at the fact Hange could probably feel the dampness between your legs on their bare thigh.
Their cold and rough hands make it down your waist with one of the hands rubbing your lower back. Hangeâs cold touch alone is enough to make you let out a yelp in response.
Noticing your yelps, they lean in to kiss your lips, kissing you tenderly with one of their hands making its way to rub your bare ass.
You were eager for their touch so you deepened the kiss, sliding your tongue inside, slipping out moans in their mouth. Your tongues swirl around with Hange barely putting effort into having you in their control since you let yourself go so easily for them.
Their touches made your skin tingle with anticipation every time, shivering in impatience, desirous of their touch no matter if it was just a simple hand hold or their hands inside your underwearâ underwear that was perhaps coincidentally lying on the floor, long abandoned. Their touch was intoxicating, making your body heat up anytime their hands came in contact with your body. It made you feel like you were melting beneath them.
The spot between your legs started to ache more, the puddle growing more in moisture, your body going weaker just by kissing them alone. They havenât even properly touched you, yet youâre already trembling in arousal.
The commander removed their lips now pressing them onto your neck, sucking a very noticeable mark at the side. Hange loved marking you even though it would raise questions from others. Still, they never hesitated to show that you belonged to them.
"You know how much I love seeing you like this?â They whispered in your ear before groping one of your breasts making you moan silently at them.
Hange sucked on your nipple giving small gentle licks to it. Their kind words made a small embarrassed smile appear on your face with your eyelashes fluttering at them. âYou look so pretty when youâre embarrassed, do you realize that, dear?.â
Hange loved your soft moans, the way your chest rose, every overwhelmed breath that youâd let out, every little reaction you made when they nibbled softly onto your nipples. You were all theirs.
Their mouth made its way back to your shoulders. You held their head as they bit onto your collarbone, leaving another mark there. All you could respond with were your soft moans and whimpers.
âDo you want to take this to the bed? I would have such a hard time playing around with you. It would be much more comfortable yâknow?.â They stopped for a minute, giving a playful smirk.
You responded with a quiet âYesâ along with a quaking nod. Before you could get off their lap, they lifted and carried you, bridal-style. They carried you over to their bed, laying you down carefully. They got on top of you and leaned in to pepper your face with kisses making your cheeks redden.
âPut your arms above your head, my love.â they said while unbuckling their belt, sitting on top of you.
You silently obeyed by doing exactly as you were told. You felt the leather wrap around your wrists, being tightened in the process, possibly leaving bruises on your wrists. They had restrained you with their belt.
Hange threw their trousers to the side, leaving them in their underwear. Their muscular and lean body is now exposed in front of you, for you to enjoy. You loved how their muscles flexed when they would grip onto things, when their veins would be more visible and eye-catching. You felt so lucky that those muscular arms would be the ones to grip onto your body and embrace you.
âYou look so beautiful.â they gasped before kissing down to your stomach, biting your skin leaving a couple marks here and there , making you smile embarrassingly at their words. They loved to get you riled up and flustered as much as possible. It makes your core dampen even more than before.
âMy sweet girlâŠâ they kissed your navel, caressing your sides with their hands. âYou donât realize how gorgeous you are. I could kiss you like this forever.â They said before going down to peck your thighs, making you softly pant in anticipation.
You felt flustered at their compliments, they saw your body as something that was meant to be loved on, they made sure to love every inch of it. Hange had lust in their eyes, but also had lots of love in them. And theyâHange thought that you were the most beautiful girl theyâve ever laid eyes on.
Feeling a deep craving for more, you wanted them to reach that area where you needed them the most. You bucked your hips a little, signaling that you wanted them to give attention to where you were the most desperate.
Feeling a deep craving for more, you wanted them to reach that area where you needed them the most. You bucked your hips a little, signaling that you wanted them to give attention to where you were the most desperate.
âUse your words, darling.â Hange looked up at you with a stern look.
âHange⊠I want it so bad...â You whined impatiently before receiving a slap on your thigh, leaving a mark as you yelped in response.
âYou should be more polite love. Just ask..â
âPlease, Hange, Can you?â You shivered in response at your now stinging thigh.
âYes, Iâll give you what you want. Since youâre such a good girl.â
They slowly spread your legs apart, gripping your thigh with one of their large hands.
The commander smirked and played with your wet folds, gently rubbing their thumb on your sensitive bud, having you slip out those sweet little cries as they began to lower their head between your legs, letting out a seductive laugh. You had long been athrist for them.
âYou taste so delicious.â The pleasant words slipped past their lips beneath you as they gave soft gentle licks to your clit, brushing their tongue against it, invested in their long awaited repast. You felt their gorgeous hooked nose against your folds, their mouth still in contact with your core, tongue twirling and sucking on your aroused clit. They slipped in two digits in your entrance whilst feasting on your sensitive bud.
The feeling starts to become overwhelming for you. Your hips shaking, abdomen starting to tighten along with your moans becoming harder to quiet. Your hips shaking, abdomen starting to tighten along with your moans becoming harder to quiet.
âBe louder for me, I love to hear you.â They notice your struggle, curling their fingers into your sensitive spot, rubbing your walls, hitting it just right. Their candied, sweet words were like your favorite song. Itâs all you wanted to hear.
All you could hear in the room was your now, loud occasional moans, next to Hangeâs fingers pumping in and out of your entrance.
They felt each of your reactions, your back bowing and your precious legs trembling in pleasure, feeling the fire ignite inside of you, pleasant overwhelming sensations running through youâlike a wildfire starting to spread.
They did not bother to even think of stopping. And thatâs exactly what you wanted.
Hange slows down their pace, now jamming their digits forcefully, sucking harder on your clit making your back arch, knuckles going white from digging your nails into your palms, possibly bleeding as they were balled up into fists and your wrists going sore. You clenched your legs around their head, slipping out your desperate whimpers. Hange was so good at what they were doing and you loved every second of it.
In response, Hange pushed your legs all the way back with their free hand. They dug their fingers in your skin and now pushing in a third finger, making you cry out at the sudden action.
âYouâre taking me so well. Looking so pretty for your commander right now.â
They still kept going at their slow, forceful pace with three digits inside of you, stretching you out. You started to see stars, your heartbeat quickened along with your pelvic muscles tightening as your legs were giving out from all the shaking.
It would be so nice to dig your nails into their back, but all you could do was clench your tied hands. You were so close to your climax.
âIâm so closeâahh~!!â you struggled to mouth words as Hange pushed their digits again, hitting you in every right spot with your lovely walls clenching around their fingers.
âHaange~!!â
Your hips rose off the bed, hips bucking into the face of your beloved commander while your body froze, letting out a breathy dragged out moan that was almost a screamâit was enough to release that long-awaited build up of sensations.
âHow cute~.â They smile in awe, satisfied of your release.
Hange licks your cunt clean after you release on their face and fingers as they rise from between your legs, shoving their soaked fingers in your mouth. They gave a satisfied look as you embarrassingly licked their fingers clean, tasting yourself in the process.
They proceed to unbuckle their belt from your wrists as your body feels like putty beneath them. So exhausted from how good they had just fucked you.
âGood girl, you did so fucking good.â
Oh how you loved when they praised you. Their kind sweet words always had you flusteredâit was all you wanted to hear right now. Rough then sweet.
They laid next to you, going for an embrace as the two of you felt each other's warmth and company. They pepper your face with kisses, nuzzling their nose with yours, staring at your tired smiles.
âI love youuu, y/n~â
They murmured against your lips, giving you a soft peck as the both of you lazily smile at each other.
You respond with a gentle âI love you too.â in a small voice and closed your eyes, finally reaching into your slumber, hugging your beloved commander tightly as you dozed off.
(note: this is an old fic that i wrote over a year ago and uploaded to ao3 and wattpad. in case ur wondering, im "yellowant11" on those platforms)
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Not a Study Session (NSFW)
NSFW Stoner!Ace x reader fic
Summary: You are supposed to meet your friend Luffy to help him study, but run into his older brother instead.
Tags: College AU, first time, corruption, fingering, vaginal sex, recreational weed use, praise
!!! 18+ !!!
I also posted on AO3
You walked up to Luffyâs house, backpack in hand and ready for your study (tutoring) session with the guy. Both of you were in this pre-calc class together, you because it was required for your major and Luffy because it was a required credit to graduate college. Needless to say, the man was hopeless on his own, but you helped pull his grade up to a C last quarter.
Usually he met you at your place, but your roommate had guests over for a party. Luffy offered for you to meet him at his house, telling you that his guardian wasnât home for the weekend so it was free. So when the door swung open to a tall, tan man with long, dark hair, you were surprised. You adjusted your grip on your bag, shifting a little nervously and intentionally NOT looking at his bare chest. Seriously, who answers the door in just sweatpants?
âYou're⊠not LuffyâŠ?â you said dumbly, not expecting anybody to be at home.Â
The man leaned against the doorframe, cocking his head slightly. He wore a slight smile. âSo, youâre Luffyâs friend from college?â
You avoided looking at his dark eyes, which felt like they pierced straight through you. It was a little uncomfortable how exposed you felt standing in front of him, watching his eyes flick down to take in your outfit. You wished that you had worn pants instead of a skirt. Of course, you couldnât ignore that he was⊠very handsome. His long hair brushed his broad, freckled shoulders. You saw the way his strong jaw flexed when he spoke.Â
âI, uh- yeah. Um⊠is Luffy home? We were supposed to study for the test next week,â you mumbled. The man in the door barked out a laugh.
âAhh, I see. Youâre the one helping him pass. You must be such a smart girl,â he smiled, his grin wolfish, like he might eat you up at any moment. âNah, heâs at soccer practice right now. Since you came all this way, might as well stay. Heâll be home in maybe an hour.â
You felt your fingers fidgeting nervously, not wanting to be annoying by staying while Luffy isnât even home. âOh, no itâs fine. I can wait at the coffee sh-â you tried to protest, but the man already ushered you in by a large hand on the small of your back.Â
Once inside, he closed the door behind you. He turned toward you with that huge grin on his face again. You swore his teeth sparkled. âIâm Ace, by the way. Luffyâs older brother. Iâm sure youâve heard of me,â he chuckled, winking at you. You stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Ace walked past you into the living room, flopping down on the couch in the living room. He was so relaxed, his lithe body moving in what you could only describe as a saunter.
Ace pulled out a large bong from somewhere you didnât see, looking at you while packing a bowl. âYou look so tense. Relax, Iâm not gonna force you. Put your stuff down and come sit with me,â he offered, patting a couch cushion to beckon you over.Â
âO- okay,â you stammered out, setting down your backpack near the front door and kicking your shoes off. Ace smiled at you when you sat down, leaving a bit of space between you. Slowly, you looked around the living room to distract yourself from your proximity to the man. The TV was on, featuring some pirate cartoon that Ace was probably watching. There were pictures hanging up that featured the brothers, and you shook your head when you felt yourself staring at a picture of Ace on the beach. You felt Aceâs knee press against you, and you were startled out of your trance, your body stiffening and eyes widening. For some reason, Luffyâs brother put you on edge, and now he was touching you. Ace chuckled at your reaction, and you felt a blush dust your cheeks.
âYouâre a good girl, aren't you?âÂ
His words had your thighs tightening slightly, your eyes flitting quickly to his. âI- uh.. Iâm sorry?â
âLike⊠in school?â he clarified, his eyes shifting back to the bong on the coffee table. You looked down, a bit mortified at your reaction, missing the smirk that stretched across Aceâs face.Â
âO- oh⊠I guess⊠Iâm a straight A student, if thatâs what you're asking,â you mumbled out quickly, trying to move on. Swallowing hard, you tried to relax a little. It was embarrassing how jumpy you were.
Ace just hummed in response, lighting the bong. You watched as his mouth moved to the mouthpiece, the way his hand flicked the lighter, the rising of his chest as he inhaled the smoke. He knew you were watching him, but you were too focused to notice that he caught you. The bong was placed back on the table, and Ace exhaled. Fine ribbons of smoke drifted out from between his lips, and it was mesmerizing, you felt entranced. He licked his lips before turning to face you. You felt his eyes studying your face.
âYou ever smoked before?â he asked. You shook your head, your eyes shifting to the cartoon on the TV. God, Ace thought you were so cute. His head tilted a little, grinning. âYou wanna try?â
âOh, uh.. I- well⊠okay,â you stuttered, feeling your face get warm again. If you could just stop blushing around him, that would be great!
âHa, cute⊠okay,â Ace murmured, scooting closer to you. Your legs touched now, thighs pressed against each other. A shiver rolled through your body at the contact. âSo hereâs what weâre gonna do. Since youâve never smoked before, I donât want you inhaling directly from the bong. How about you shotgun a hit? Itâll be easier on you.â
You looked down, just nodding in response, when you felt Aceâs hand snapping in front of your eyes. He prompted you to look at him, and you had to look up to see his face. How had you not noticed how tall he was before?
âYou gotta use your voice, you wanna try to shotgun? Hm?â he asked again. How he stayed so easy going while you were practically trembling, you didnât know. All you could focus on was the way his skin was freckled across his nose and his bare chest. He was so close to you, warmth emanating from him. You could smell him, like smoke and sandalwood. God, he even smelled warm. You shifted in your seat.
For a second, you just nodded again before remembering you were supposed to speak out loud. âAh, yes. But⊠I donât know what that is,â you admitted shyly. It was sometimes embarrassing how inexperienced you were for a college student.
Ace chuckled, âDonât worry, Iâm a good teacher.â You felt reassured by his easy demeanor, like he wouldnât judge you for not knowing. That put you at ease, and you started to really relax around him. You turned slightly, facing him while he explained how to shotgun a hit.
The way his lips moved was almost hypnotizing, and you looked up at him with wide eyes. As he explained, you intermittently nodded at him, your eyes flitting between his eyes and mouth. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach. He finished up his explanation and looked at you, his eyebrows lilted. You watched as he wet his lips. âAlright? You got it? Think you can do it?â He looked for your confirmation, to which you nodded fervently. You had never been particularly interested in weed before, but you really wanted to impress Ace.
 âY- yeah, I can do it,â you said, looking for his approval. You smiled up at him, your eyes wide and eager.
A large, warm hand rested on your knee. Ace smirked at you, âgood girl. Now, I need you to move here so itâs easier for you.â Before you could react, the brunette's large hands took yours, and you let him guide you off the couch to kneel between his legs. You faced him, looking up at him with your hands resting on your thighs. Nerves started itching at you again before he picked up the bong. âReady?â He wet his lips again, looking down at you.
âMhm, Iâm ready,â you nodded again. The anticipation made you so antsy to just do this. Ace flicked his lighter, but before he put the flame to the stem, he paused.
âI forgot to say,â he began, his eyes half lidded, âyou have to put your lips against my lips to take the hit.â A smirk graced his lips as he flicked the lighter again and lit up the bong. Your mouth parted slightly, your eyes wide as you just nod dumbly up at him. Ace took the hit, a mouth full of smoke as he gripped your chin in his large hand. He angled your face up towards his, thumb brushing over your bottom lip to silently ask you to open.Â
Your lips parted as he got closer to you, and you closed your eyes. When his lips touched yours, you felt yourself slightly jump but relax quickly as he inhaled the smoke into your mouth. You breathed in, the smell of weed and Ace filling your lungs. His lips were soft, and you briefly imagined kissing him before he pulled away. The smoke scratched at your throat when you breathed in, and you tried to hold the hit in your lungs as long as you could before you broke out into a coughing fit. The smoke was harsh on your throat, but you didnât anticipate that since Ace made it look easy and effortless. Coughs wracked your body, and you found your forehead resting on Aceâs knee as you tried to catch your bearings. His hand stroked your hair, and you heard his soft voice murmuring to you.
âGooooood girl. You're taking it so well,â he cooed. Aceâs large hand moved to your neck, cradling the back of your head and tugging slightly at your hair. You were pliant for him, letting him move you back so he could gaze down at you. His eyes were half lidded, and you could say he looked almost sleepy if it wasnât for a stark alertness in them. A bottle of water materialized in front of you.
You coughed a little more. âPlease, âm thirsty,â you whined for the water. Ace smirked, and god he looked like he wanted to eat you up.
The hand in your hair leaned your head back a little as Ace brought the bottle to your lips. You parted your lips for him, blushing at how intently he watched your mouth. âThere you go⊠open⊠so good at following directions,â he breathed. The bottle of water tipped a bit, and he poured the water into your mouth, feeding you. His thumb rubbed firmly against the back of your neck, and he smiled. âSwallow⊠yeah, thatâs it.â You looked up at him as you drank the water, small moans and noises coming from your throat as you drank greedily. A few drops of water dribbled down your chin before Ace pulled the bottle away, his thumb brushing away the droplets and dragging slightly against your cheek. âAtta girl, so good for your first time.âÂ
Ace drew away from you, the thumb that wiped the water from your lips coming to his mouth. You felt frozen as you watched his thumb disappear between his lips, seeing his pink tongue lick lazily over the digit. An ache formed in your abdomen as you knelt, entranced as you watched him lap at his thumb. You didnât even realize the way your mouth parted and your breathing got heavier, the weed slowly hitting you and relaxing your boundaries and awareness. âF- fuck,â you whined, your face getting red as you realize you just moaned out loud. Aceâs eyes met yours, mischievous. You watched as he cocked his head to the side, raising one of his eyebrows.
âYeah? You like that?â he hummed, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. Your faces were so close. All you could do was nod, you were speechless. Ace smiled, âyou want some more?â You nodded again, quickly. Anything to get him to touch you again. He chuckled, his hand cradling your head once more. âCute. Open your mouth for me.âÂ
Your lips parted in anticipation of more water, before you saw him lift the bottle to his own lips. There was barely any time to register what was happening before Ace took a mouthful of water into his own mouth and leaned down to your mouth. His lips were on yours and you felt a gush of liquid enter your mouth as he transferred the water to you. A moan bubbled up from your lips as you swallowed against him, your lips still touching. You felt Ace smirking against your mouth at your moan, and that was enough for you to abandon all shame and inhibitions.Â
In one fluid motion, you gripped his thighs and pushed yourself up into him, kissing him messily. Your body stretched up to meet his mouth, and you devoured him like you were starved. The kiss was wet from the water, but neither of you cared, relishing the feeling of your tongues sliding against each other. Whines and moans escaped your mouth as your lips greedily mashed against his. His name escaped your mouth in a whimper, and Ace chuckled against you. âHa, so needy⊠Câmere,â he murmured, biting at your lip before pulling back.
Ace bent down and wrapped his hands around your ass, cupping your cheeks as he pulled you up into his lap. Both of your legs rested on either side of his thighs as he squeezed you firmly. Your skirt bunched up around your hips, and you desperately pressed your lips back to his, whimpering and whining as your teeth knocked against his. If you were sober, you probably wouldâve worried that Ace could feel your inexperience, but you were so desperate for him that it didnât even cross your mind. You just wanted, needed, him more than anything. Aceâs hands wandered up your ass, gripping your waist and pressing you down into his lap. You gasped, feeling his hard length against your panties.
âAhh,â you whined, your eyes wide as you stare at him. A blush spread down your neck as you felt Ace pressing himself up against you. A whimper left your lips as the brunetteâs large hands moved your hips, grinding you down against his cock. âA- AceâŠâ
You saw Ace concentrating, letting out shaky breaths as your clothed cunt rubbed against him, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth. His hands squeezed your waist and you felt his deep voice radiate through your chest as he asked, âYou ever done this before?â
A shiver shot down to your stomach, and your face burned. You looked up at Ace, eyes wide and mouth parted as you breathed heavily. Aceâs half lidded gaze made you feel naked, bare before him, the way his dark eyes saw straight through you. âUh uh,â you shook your head, knowing that he already knew the answer. Ace smiled, one of his hands snaking up your side to touch your breast.Â
âDonât worry, cutie, youâre doing great,â he praised you, thumb skimming over your hardened nipple that peeked through your shirt. Your eyes fluttered shut at the contact, the foreign feelings sending shocks right between your thighs. As Aceâs hand moved back down to your waist, you felt yourself losing yourself in the feelings. Your body moved on its own, your high making everything more sensitive. Every time his bulge brushed against your clothed clit, a moan slipped through your mouth. Ace felt it too, sensitive and wanting as he rhythmically pressed himself into you. His quiet moans and sounds went right to your cunt, and you could feel your wetness soaking through your panties.Â
You felt Aceâs hands move down your waist to your skirt, tugging slightly at the hem. âMay I?â he asked. His knuckles skimmed against the outside of your thighs.
âP- please, Ace, please,â you begged, needy as you grinded against him. Ace smirked as his hands dipped under your skirt, gripping your thighs. Itâs so sensitive, the way his hands danced against the delicate skin of your inner thighs. Your head slumped over, your forehead resting on his shoulder as you whined against him. All of the sensations were so new and amplified and overwhelming in the best way. Your hands rested against his bare chest. âOh⊠god,â you moaned out when you felt his thumb brush against your panties.Â
âFuck⊠youâre so wet. Is this all for me?â he asked you, smirking and rubbing his thumb more insistently against you. âYou respond so well to me, pretty.âÂ
You felt yourself get lost in the sensations, your mouth parted as you pant against his shoulder. âI need you to do something for me,â he urged. Aceâs hands disappeared from your body and you whimpered at the loss of contact, looking up at him with wide eyes. He smiled down at you, kissing you and biting at your bottom lip. His hands found yours, and he moved them to your skirt hem before pulling back. âI wanna see. Hold this up for me, alright?â You nodded, using both of your hands to pull your skirt up. Aceâs gaze darkened as he watched you expose yourself to him, shuddering as he watched your white cotton panties rub against his hard on.Â
âP- please Ace, please⊠do something. Please,â you begged, your eyes squeezed tight as you grinded down desperately. Ace was flushed and panting as he watched you move. His hands gripped your thighs again, moving upwards along your sensitive skin. You felt his thumbs press against you though your panties, slowly and arduously rubbing your slit.Â
âLike that? Is that what you want, angel?â he crooned, his voice breathy with want. You clenched the skirt in your hands, bucking your hips for more friction. It was so frustrating, you wanted more but it was so embarrassing to ask. Your face was flushed, eyes shut tight and breathing heavy. Ace couldnât take his eyes off you, mesmerized by how responsive you were. âGod⊠you look so cute like this.â
His thumb moved quickly across the wet spot on your panties, Aceâs gaze on where he touched you through your clothed cunt. A smirk crossed his face as he dragged his thumb up, brushing the digit over your clit. âAh, fuck, Ace!â you cried out, clenching around nothing. You heard his breathing grow ragged as he watched you shudder as he rubbed circles through your panties. âPlease, please please, AceâŠâ you chanted, so desperately needing more.
You heard Ace mutter under his breath, sighing out a breathy âfuckâ before sliding your panties to the side and dipping two fingers into your slit. âYou're so wet, so good for me,â Ace groaned. If he couldâve gotten any harder, he wouldâve. He pulled his fingers off of you, moving them to his mouth and tasting you, moaning around his fingers as he greedily sucked them. You watched him, confused and turned on as his soft tongue worked its way around the digits. Ace opened his mouth, eyeing your expression.
âThatâs⊠weird,â you breathed, the action being completely foreign to you.
Ace chuckled around his fingers before pulling them out of his mouth. âNah, you taste delicious. Here,â he offered you his fingers, pushing them in your mouth before you could protest. âSuck.âÂ
His fingers pressed against your tongue as you hesitantly sucked them, the taste of yourself on his skin was interesting but not bad. The moan that Ace let out was unholy, his head leaned back as your tongue swirled around his digits.
âGod,â he moaned, pulling his fingers out and returning them to your cunt. The middle finger dragged through your slit and pressed against your hole. âYou ready?â he asked, checking in with you that this was still okay.Â
You nodded, still holding up your skirt as Ace watched his finger sink into you. The feeling was so strange, but it was so enjoyable and you moaned out loudly. Ace wanted nothing more but to bury his cock in you as soon as possible. Slowly, he pumped his finger, letting you adjust to the feeling. Ace could feel you shaking. âHow does it feel?â he asked, wanting to gauge your reaction.
âHaa, so good, so good AceâŠâ you whined, feeling yourself move against his finger. âWant more⊠pleaseâŠâ
Ace grinned widely, slowly pushing a second finger into you. âYour wish is my command,â he murmured, still hazy from his high. It was so hot to him how needy you were, how bad you wanted him. He fucked his fingers into you at a quicker pace as he watched your chest rise and fall as you panted. âGod.. you're so pretty on my fingers,â he praised you, watching you grind against him harder in response.Â
âI- I wantâŠâ you whined, flushing dark. âAce⊠P- pleaseâŠâ One of your hands dropped your skirt, moving down to touch his clothed cock, rubbing a thumb against the shaft.
âF- fuck⊠God... Youâre so perfect for me,â he moaned, his eyes fluttering shut. You watched as he used one hand to undo his pants, pulling his cock out. It was thick, with dark hair at the base. A moan escaped your mouth as you clenched down around his fingers, making Ace grin. âYeah? Like what you see?â
He pulled his fingers out of you, using your wetness to slick his cock. One of your hands wandered down to meet his, touching him as he stroked himself. You felt him take your hand and place it on his cock, wrapping his hand around yours to show you how he likes it. Aceâs head leaned back with the sensation of your hand on his cock, moaning out your name and mumbling about how perfect you felt on him.
âMm, Ace⊠want you⊠pleaseâŠâ you whined. One of his hands gripped your waist, adjusting you so you hovered right over him.
âKeep holding that skirt up⊠Wanna seeâŠâ Ace mumbled, need ravaging his brain. He pushed you down a little so he could run the tip of his cock through the wetness of your cunt. âFuck, so wet for me.â
You struggled to hold the skirt up, trembling as he pressed against your hole. âA- Ace,â you whined as the hand on your waist pushed you lower, feeling the head of his cock push into you. His eyes were glued to the sight, loving watching himself enter you.
Ace breathed out, whispering a string of âfuck,â âso good,â and âso tight.â You sank down on him slowly, inch by inch as he filled you. âBreathe, make sure to breathe,â he reminded you and probably reminded himself as well. Your cunt squeezed around him, he was so thick as he bottomed out in you. Ace held you against him as you adjusted to the feeling of being full. âYouâre doing so good for me, there you go,â he murmured.Â
He started slowly, shallowly fucking up into you as you whined and moaned. The sensation was so new but so good, the head of his cock dragging against the sensitive spot in your cunt. Every time he filled you completely, the base of his cock bumped against your clit, sending fireworks down to your toes. You clenched around him every time, egging him on. âOh, god, fuck Ace⊠feels so good⊠âm so full⊠pleaseâŠâÂ
Ace felt himself losing his composure at the whines and moans you made, wanting to fuck you hard and fast. The way you were so innocent and willing made him want to absolutely ruin you. He started pulling you down as he fucked up into you, lightly at first, but slowly moving you faster. You felt your head slump forward, blissed out with the quick and rough thrusts. A small string of drool dripped from the corner of your mouth as you panted.
âHa, fuckâŠâ Ace groaned as he watched his cock thrust in and out of you. He could feel himself getting closer, so he moved a thumb to your clit and rubbed circles on it as he fucked you. He built up your orgasm quickly, and you could feel yourself tensing up. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and you rocked yourself against him, bouncing yourself on his cock. The sensations were so much, the feeling of fullness when he bottomed out, the thumb on your clit, even the lingering high made you feel good and sensitive.
âPlease, pleaseâŠâ you whined. You were so close.
âCâmon baby, I wanna feel you cum around me,â he moaned, feeling you tighten around him.Â
A few more thrusts and you were cumming hard, clenching down on his cock and crying out. âGod, fuck. Ace, Iâm cumming. âS so good. Fuck,â you moaned, stringing together words and mumbled nonsense as you rode the feeling out against him.
âSo fucking perfect,â Ace gritted out as he gripped your waist harshly. He held you up as he pounded into you, fucking you with abandon. You cried as you slumped against him, overstimulated. âSo good, you feel so fucking good, god, fuck,â he whimpered, pulling out of you and cumming all over your thighs. You felt his shallow breaths against your neck as you both laid there, spent and exhausted.Â
Both of you were sticky and wet. After a moment, you felt Ace lift you and carry you to the bathroom. He sat you on the counter, getting a warm, damp washcloth and wiping you off. You felt boneless, slightly slumped over but more clean. Ace pushed your hair back behind your ear, kissing your cheek. âHow are you feeling?â he asked. You couldnât really formulate a response, nodding your head and grunting out an affirmative noise. He chuckled at you.Â
âYou did so good for your first time. Let me take you home, I donât think youâre gonna be much help studying today,â Ace smirked. âGuess that means youâll have to come back later this week.â
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Guard Dog (König x afab reader)
Tags: bodyguard! König x afab!reader, daughter of sus business man, age gap, cursing, size difference, mentions of violence, cursing, mentions of arranged marriage, primal play kink, size difference kink, the mask stays on, fingering, oral, cheating (kind of) praise, but also degradation, König calls reader maus (cliche i know but i love it so shh)
Word Count: 10648 (she's very long)
Calling yourself was a paranoid mess was an extreme understatement, knees tucked under your chin as you sat by the windowsill in your room. At first you were even hesitant to open the blinds, not wanting any light to come through. It was a way to hide, you didnât want to see anyone or speak to anyone, all you felt was shame. It was humiliating, being attacked the way you were and not being able to do anything about it until someone showed up to help. You hated it.
Every little noise made you flinch, every knock on your bedroom door by the maid bringing you your meals or every time you heard the front door open. It made you hug yourself tighter, pull your blankets around you tighter and want to hide yourself further. It didnât even happen because of something you did, it was all because of the name you were born with and the blood pumping through your veins.
Toying with a few loose threads on your blanket, you found yourself flinching at the sounds of a car door slamming outside and even harder at the doorbell. It had been like this all morning, interview after interview and you were going insane. It scared you that your father thought something would happen again and that you needed a bodyguard for that very reason. It scared you to hear the heavy boots inside the house, together with murmuring heading to the direction of your fatherâs study.
König never in a million years thought that he would have to start taking jobs like this. Retired from the military and simply tired. The retirement was enough to live off, at least at first, but the man was not only damn near broke, he was bored. A job like this, protecting some 20 something year old rich girl, it was easy money.
That was what he thought when he heard about the job, sitting here in her fatherâs office, his mask sitting over his face as he listened. âSince the attack, she hasnât left her room. Sheâs scared and while I know itâs my fault, she still has her duty as my daughter. There are events sheâs needed for and soon Iâll be finding her a husband.â Her father seemed level-headed enough. König never took a job without research and he knew that her father did morally grey work. That didnât bother him, itâs not like he didnât have to make morally grey choices of his own while in the service. This was definitely going to be a simple job.
âLooking at your qualifications, I have no doubt youâll be the safest option for my daughter. You have the job⊠only I do have a question. Do you always wear the mask?â König knew this question was coming, while he retired his old sniper hood for a simple ski mask style mask, he had anticipated this. âItâs for her safety. My past created enemies but because Iâve always worn a mask, my identity was concealed then and it should be concealed now.â He explained, pausing before looking his new boss in the eyes. âSheâs in safe hands.â
âLike I said before, she hasnât left her room since it happened.â Your father led him up the stairs, explaining once more. âIâm hoping you can help get her out and about again. Provide a safe feeling.â The irony wasnât lost on him with the last part. He was a six foot ten, Austrian, ex-military man wearing a ski mask, he was intimidating and he knew it. But you were a young lady and that required a gentler hand, one he suddenly wasnât so sure he had. He watched your father knock on the door, gently before opening it.
âI have someone for you to meet. This is König, he will be your new body guard.â Your father stepped out of the way, allowing him to peer into your dark room. It was decorated simply with a few feminine touches of in the dĂ©cor, it made him realize heâd never stood in a room like this before. Looking around further, he found you curled up on the windowsill, a small ball in a blanket like a cat. You looked absolutely terrified, staring at him with big eyes and balled fists in your blankets. Small scratches littered your face and a large band aid sat on the side of your forehead, this was undoubtedly why you were so terrified. It seemed the attack had left physical marks as well as mental ones. König felt an overwhelming sense of anger, seeing you this scared. Wondering how people could take someone so seemingly vulnerable and hurt them, no matter their family ties.
âIâll leave you to get acquainted.â Your father left the room, feeling the tension of fear. He never did quite understand how to handle your emotions or take care of you in any situation. If giving you a bodyguard was his way of trying, you had to accept it. You just didnât think it would be this massive of a man, wearing a mask.
You watched him walk over to you, the heavy footsteps you heard on the stairs now replaced with light ones. He was so massive, the gentleness in his steps was impressive but his sudden movement to kneel made you flinch nonetheless. You tucked your knees further under your chin, you hated feeling this way but you couldnât help it. You were an adult woman, you knew that. But the sheer size of this man left you feeling like a small mouse and it had you acting like one.
âI know I can be intimidating.â He had an accent when he spoke, looking at you with baby blue eyes. They were his only feature peaking through the mask and looking into them made a feeling of ease overcome your body. âBut you donât need to jump.â He laughed lightly, wanting to make you feel comfortable. âYour father says you havenât left your room in days, whyâs that?â He asked, his voice gentle as he took in your features. âI- Iâm embarrassed.â You admitted, telling someone your true feelings after days. If he was going to protect you, he needed to know. âYou feel like they took something from you, right?â He asked further, eyes growing even more sympathetic. You felt broken and it was obvious to him, he was taught to read people after all. He didnât like seeing someone who hadnât done anything wrong feel so humiliated.
âI couldnât do anything. I couldnât stop it, I needed to wait for help.â You thought back to it all, tears welling up in your eyes and threatening to spill. âShhh, maus. Iâll help you. I wonât just protect you. Iâll make sure you can help yourself, protect yourself. Iâll teach you.â He said, the words leaving his lips before he even knew he meant them. He wanted it to be an easy job and teaching you how to protect yourself should be easy enough. He had trained plenty of soldiers back in the day.
âYouâll teach me?â You asked, looking at him with a cocked brow. You suddenly didnât look so sad anymore and it made him chuckle. His large hand extending to your face and softly wiping your tears away. âYes, Maus. Iâll teach you.â He confirmed and you watched smile lines form by his eyes. âNow itâs time to get back on your feet, Maus. From what Iâve heard youâve wallowed enough.â He stood back up to his full height, watching your big eyes trail up his body as he did so.
He had done research about your father, what he did for a living, the way he conducted his business and the basic knowledge about his family. Yes it included some pictures of you, but they were mainly old. He hadnât seen just what you looked like until today and it wasnât what he anticipated. You were stunning, a beautiful young woman that he was certain would be fought over when the time came to get married. König couldnât lie, the way you looked up at him made his him blush and he found himself even more grateful for his mask.
The mysterious man had been on your mind the entirety of your shower the following day. How someone new in your life could put your mind at ease so much, simply by speaking to you without even showing his face, confused you. It made you wonder just how old he was, what his life experience was ⊠what he looked like underneath the mask. His eyes were stunning, that much you knew but what about the rest?
The thoughts continued to linger as you walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. The house was quiet, as it often was. Your father never quite liked to stay in one place too long, so it was no surprise to find the silence. Truthfully, you were grateful for it. A part of you resented your father for the uncomfortable position he had put you in, you didnât want to see him or speak to him.
âGoodmorning, Maus.â Königâs gruff voice shocked you as you tried to pour a cup of coffee, nearly spilling the liquid over the counter and yourself. âGoodmorning, König.â You said in return, turning to look at him. He was leaning against the cooking island, arms crossed over his chest and that mask covering his face. He wore a fitted, black long sleeve shirt tucked into dark green cargo pants and you found your cheeks heating up. You hadnât even seen his face, yet the sheer size of the man and his physique flustered you to no end.
âIs Maus going to be my nickname from now on?â You asked, grabbing your mug and taking a sip of coffee. You hoped your question would cut the awkward tension in the air, wanting to know more about this man. He was unconventional, not anything you expected from a bodyguard. You expected someone quiet in the corner of a room, wearing a suit and not making himself known until necessary. König seemed to be the exact opposite, making himself known, taking up space in the room.
âItâs fitting, no? Compared to me youâre a little maus.â You could tell he was smiling, his eyes crinkling up again like the night before. He wasnât wrong, compared to him that was exactly what you were. âI suppose.â You agreed, sighing slightly and looking to the floor. You looked up again, finding his eyes scanning your body language and suddenly you felt exposed. Wearing a comfy sweater and shorts wasnât exactly the most flattering thing and feeling him stare at you the way he was, it made you self conscious.
âYou seem to have something bothering you.â He stated, watching the way you wrapped your arms around your torso to hide yourself. âNot bothering me necessarily.â You admitted, pausing to pull yourself to sit on the counter. âI have questions.â You said, hoping he would understand your curiosity. âThat was to be expected, our talk yesterday was brief. Fire away.â He nodded and you let out a sigh of relief. âWhere are you from, I canât quite place the accent?â You asked, watching his chest rumble with laughter. âIâm from Austria. Was that what was plaguing your mind? You truly are fascinating, maus.â He remarked and you smiled, something you hadnât quite done for days. âIt was one of the things. How old are you?â You continued, just wanting some answers. âIâm almost 40.â He said, tone a little more somber at the question. His age seemed to be something he slightly griped with, but that was too personal to ask about.
âWhat did you do before this?â You didnât realise but you were leaning forward, getting drawn in by his responses. He took a few steps closer, now leaning directly across from you against the island. âI was in the military. I was colonel. Is that all?â He was teasing you now, you could tell. However the military made sense to you, he didnât have the typical body guard approach based off what you saw from your fatherâs. âOne more question.â You said, watching him push off the island and come closer to you. You swallowed thickly, seeing him so up close and so much bigger than you. He looked down at you on the counter, blinking at you in anticipation.
âWill you ever take off the mask?â You asked, itching to see his face. Secretly you hoped he would take it off right there, your hand absentmindedly travelling upwards to touch the fabric of the mask. Königâs hand quickly, but softly wrapped around your wrist to stop the action. âThe mask, Kleine maus, stays on. Always.â
From your knowledge about bodyguards, they were supposed to be silent protectors. He was the exact opposite, he liked to talk but kept his past under wraps. König liked to ask you questions, get to know you more. He knew a lot about you based on your file, but that was official information. The more personal things made it easier for him to protect you, that and he was genuinely curious about you.
âHave you done this job before?â You asked, tugging on the waist band of your cocktail dress. It was a modest little black dress, classy and pretty, perfect for showing you off to your fatherâs colleagues. While you hated the thought, it was your daughterly duty so you squeezed yourself into the dress picked out for you. Only it was incredibly tight around your waist, making breathing a little uncomfortable.
âYes, is it your first time in a dress this tight?â His accent especially gruff. It seemed König was just as uncomfortable as you, tugging on the collar of his suit. His regular shirt and cargoâs would have made him stand out more than he already would due to his size alone, he had to match the occasion with made you happy because at least you werenât uncomfortable alone. He looked handsome in it, dress pants tight around his muscular thighs and shirt over his muscular chest. The ski mask was of course on, but it added to the effect. You found yourself blushing looking at him, not being able to help your mind wandering.
âNo, itâs just been a while.â Your voice shook slightly, waiting for the elevator to make it to the top floor. You were anxious for the evening, even though it wasnât anything new to you. König could sense it as he stood in front of you, essentially body blocking you from the door when it would open. âItâll be alright, Maus. Iâll be there, watching.â He reassured, glancing towards you. He liked seeing you all done up but it was incredibly obvious that you were uncomfortable. âIf you feel off, or someone is making you feel uncomfortable just come to me.â He added on, hand reaching to give your own a reassuring touch. âOkay.â You responded, squeezing his hand in return as the elevator opened.
König walked out of the elevator first, scanning the room for anything that resembled a threat before allowing you to leave. âLike I said, Iâll be watching from that corner over there.â He said, pointing to the corner before turning to you again. âGo on in and try to relax.â He said and you nodded, walking into the venue. âOh, Maus.â He called after you and watched you turn around with a raised brow. âYou look beautiful.â You smiled and looked away, trying to hide how warm your cheeks were and how flustered he made you.
You went through the evening, glancing to the corner and making sure he was still there. Not because you were uncomfortable or scared, but because the way he was watching everything going on was driving you insane. His intense blue eyes, not calm or gentle the way he looked at you, but intense and dark. He looked like he would murder anything that crossed him or you wrong and it made your attention span weak.
âIt seems you arenât listening to me.â The son of one your fatherâs friends said, taking note of how you were staring off into the distance. König was substantially more interesting than this manâs babbling about investments and what heâs doing with the money he earned. âIâm sorry, Iâm very tired.â You smiled weakly, watching the manâs expression remain unphased. He didnât care, he wanted you to listen, it was what he thought he was owed. Especially since your father mentioned you were on the market, if you even wanted him to consider you as wife (you didnât) you should at least give him the time of day.
âIf you want any of the men in this room to be interested, I would try a little harder.â He remarked snidely and you felt your stomach flip with fear. Something about the tone in his voice made you very uneasy. âExcuse me, I think I should g-â You started, beginning to walk away only for his hand to find your arm. He squeezed it harshly, not quite hurting you but sending instant memories of your attack flooding back.
König saw it all, rage fueling him as he made his way over while trying his best not to cause a scene. Though when he got close enough, he felt a sense of pride through his body as he heard you speak up for yourself. âI wouldnât do that, now or ever again. I have my guard dog with me.â Your voice might have shook as you gestured towards König, but that was alright. It was a start.
The smaller manâs eyes followed your hand, still gripping your arm as he looked at König. König was practically steaming out the nose like a bull, eyes angry and fists clenched, ready to take the situation further at a moments notice. It took the man 0.2 seconds to decide that it was a fight he wasnât going to win and he let your arm go. âNot worth it.â He grumbled and walked off, König staring him down as he did.
Your guard was about to walk after him, but you placed a hand on his arm. He turned to you, looking at you with that soft expression that seemed to be reserved for you. âMaster says heel?â He asked jokingly, softening his tone as he spoke to make you feel more at ease. However he could see your legs shaking and the way your breathing was slowly turning rapid. Not wanting to cause more of a scene, he quickly walked to your father and gestured to you. âI think itâs wise I bring the young miss home.â In reality, he should have waited for your father to respond if that was okay especially considering he was the one paying his checks. He didnât wait though, turning through the crowd of people to grab your hand and tug you towards the elevator.
You were absolutely frozen, aside from your legs moving towards the elevator, you were numb. Staring in front of you and not registering anything that was happening, you wanted to go home, you wanted to breathe, you wanted to get out of that god forsaken dress. Before you knew it you were in the elevator, watching the doors shut. You hadnât entirely realized it but your hand was gripping the fabric of Königâs dress shirt at the forearm, bawling it up in your fist as you tried to make sense of what happened.
âMaus, look at me.â His gruff voice rumbled but you couldnât turn your head. âMaus.â He said again, placing a hand on your shoulder. König had seen all form of panic, the loud screamers and the quiet sufferers, this wasnât anything new to him. What was new was the worry in his mind seeing you like this. âMaus.â He raised his voice a little, not knowing how to deal with his emotions and yours. He did feel bad seeing you whip your head around, looking at him with a trembling lip.
âYouâre a good guard dog.â You choked out, forcing yourself to smile now that you were out of the situation. âThatâs good to hear.â He said, looking you over to make sure the fucker hadnât left bruises with his grip on you. âYou also did good.â He said, rubbing over the slightly red skin verifying that it wouldnât leave a mark the next day. âNo I didnât. I froze.â You shook your head and he started shushing you before you even finished. âNo, you stood up for yourself and then called me. You did everything you were supposed to do.â He reassured but you still felt a weight on your chest, you wanted to be able to do more.
The moment you stepped through the threshold of your house, your hands started fiddling for the zipper of your dress. You needed it off, you needed to breathe and while your panic attack had subsided, the pressure of your dress tight around your ribs was going to send you into another one. âWhatâs wrong?â König asked, watching you in the foyer trying to contort yourself. âUnzip my dress before I pass out.â You said bluntly, turning to look at him with the most serious expression he had ever seen. âWhat?!â He asked, incredibly happy that his face was covered with a mask. âMy dress is so tight, Iâm going to pass out if you donât help me.â You repeated, enunciating every word to make sure he understood.
You turned around, showing him your back and moving your hair out of the way so he could reach the zipper. âMaus, should I be the one to-â âNo one else is here and I canât reach. At this point I donât care if you rip it.â You remarked and König found himself even more flustered than before. The image in his head of him ripping the dress off of you making him shake his head. His hand reached out, finding the small and fragile zipper. It would have been so easy to rip, your words really staying in his mind. You were attractive, there was no doubt and the effect you had on his emotions didnât go unnoticed. Now you were telling him to undress you, albeit not in the most romantic way, he had to hold himself back.
The zipper slid down, showing more and more of your skin, his fingers gently grazing your spine as the zipper went down. Goosebumps coated your body at the touches but what was more important was the deep breath you let out at the relief. You held the dress up to your body once he was done, turning around and looking up at him. Your expression was not longer stressed, or panicked, doe eyes looking up at him with relief. âThank you.â You said and he nodded his head. âNo problem.â He grumbled and you stayed there, looking at him for a moment before realizing that you were holding your dress up. âIâm going to go change.â You said and scrambled off quickly, suddenly feeling exposed and embarrassed. âYou do that.â He agreed and started loosening his tie, undoing the top buttons of his blouse. König was also suddenly having a hard time breathing.
âHands up, protect your face.â Königâs voice was raised and you instinctively listened. You were sweating like crazy, panting like a dog on a hot summerâs day while he was fine. Hardly broken a sweat and eyes looking at you with an amused expression. âThatâs better.â He commented trying to hold back a laugh.
âThis isnât funny.â You whined, hands falling to your sides after moving your hair from your face. âI canât help it, Maus. Iâve never seen anyone less intimidating.â His words were so degrading and if anyone else had said them, you would have been angry. âIâm trying my best.â You whined again and he mussed your hair, to tease you. âI know.â He added on and you could see his mask shift, something you had learned to be a smile.
Since that night, you had expressed you wanted to be able defend yourself. Not just call for your guard dog to do so. Mentioning that König wouldnât be there forever to do so, the words stinging a little when he heard them. He cold understand though and he admired you for it. So he started training you with the most basic self defence and to put it nicely, you sucked at it. But you were trying and that was whatâs important, having the knowledge was half the battle.
Today was no different from the last 2 training days, König dawning a black compression shirt and his khaki cargo pants. You couldnât even lie, you were checking him out. The years of military service being so evident on him and his body. It was partially the reason you sucked at fighting so much, you were distracted. So distracted, one of your attacks led to you being pinned to the ground. Königâs body, warm and big pressing you against the ground with his hands pinning yours down. His face was only inches from yours and you had to do everything in your power not to moan out.
âNow, hands up again.â He commanded and you listened, snapping yourself out of your thoughts. You tried getting into the stance he had taught you prior only for your shoelaces to come undone and tripping you. The heartiest laugh you had ever heard left his mouth and you found yourself laughing too at just how pathetic this situation was. You were grateful for him, you hadnât laughed like this in a long time. âOh Maus.â He shook his head between laughter and leaning down to help you up from the ground. Instead of pulling you to your feet however, he pulled you off the ground and over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. You lifted off the ground with a squeal, laughing as he carried you and you hit his lower back lightly. âPut me down!â You yelled between laughs, feeling the way his hand held the back of your knees to keep you in place. âYou need to be less distracted during training, otherwise someone like me can just pick you up and take you.â He joked, spinning slightly to mess with you further.
He hadnât anticipated youâd be so easy to throw over his shoulder, thoughts headed straight for the gutter once more. It was something that seemed to be happening more and more, each day he found something you did so incredibly attractive. These training sessions, seeing you sweating and panting, pressing your body into his, he felt like a mad man.
âY/N.â Your fatherâs voice was stern, standing in the doorway looking at you both. âI need to talk to you.â He added on and you looked at him from Königâs back. The man gently put you back down onto your feet and you straightened your clothes out. âGo on, Iâll clean up here.â König nodded between you and your father.
Following your father, you wandered to his office and wiped the sweat from your forehead with your arm. He was looking at you with an expression you werenât entirely familiar with, it was between pity and something else, something you couldnât put your finger on. âYou seem to be doing better.â He remarked, sitting behind his desk. âI amâŠâ You trailed off, thinking about König. âKönig has been a big help and a big comfort.â You added on and you watched your father smile, but you knew him well enough to know he wouldnât pull you aside to talk about your well-being.
âIâm glad. He seems to make you feel safe.â He paused, clearing his throat and looking at you. âI received an interesting offer a few days ago. Iâve been mulling it over. The offer was in regards to marrying you.â He explained and you felt your heart sink, words getting caught in your throat. âSeems you left quite the impression at the last party. Mr. Anderson was quite taken with you.â You took a moment to think, pull up a mental image of the man. However the moment a face could be placed to the name, you shot up from your seat. âSurely youâre joking. After the way he treated me at the party?â You asked, arms crossing over your chest for comfort. It felt like a sick joke, that that man had even made the suggestion after the way you were treating. It felt even worse to know your father considered it, especially after how the evening went.
âHe apologized for his behaviour and made an incredible proposal.â He explained and you just huffed, normally you werenât this emotional around your father but you were so angry it was just coming out. âHe apologized? I didnât receive an apology. Which to me means he apologized to you.â You were ranting now, tears of anger stinging at your eyes. âY/N stop this. Itâs no use.â Your father hushed you, making all your motions halt at once. His tone was scary reminding you just of the reason why you werenât close to begin with. It was silly to think he would listen, or take any of your feelings into consideration. âI donât think you understand what Iâm trying to say.â He sighed, looking at your face and your unreadable expression. Not that he ever was good at reading your expressions. âI already accepted the offer.â
You were stewing in anger, that was clear to anyone who would look at you. Your position in the world had been made clear to you in the last days. A trophy daughter to become a trophy wife, an object not even worth apologizing too. You had shut yourself off a little, no training, no leaving the house, not unless you had too. It wasnât nearly as bad as after your attack, but you werenât exactly enjoying anyoneâs presence.
It was nearly midnight and you were sat in the living room, the radio on softly as you flipped through a book you had started that morning. It was a calm, no energy activity that allowed you to immerse yourself in some other world, perfect for your mood that day.
âI did a security check around the house and made sure the alarms on the estate are all working.â You jumped slightly at Königâs voice. For someone so big, he was so good at being quiet. âThank you König. Iâm going to read a little longer.â You told him, barely looking at him.
Your father had informed him of the news and what was wrong, feeling nothing but rage at the situation himself. It was disrespectful to you, the whole ordeal. He couldnât blame you for being upset, he couldnât blame himself for want to smash this Mr. Andersonâs face in. However that wasnât professional, if the man laid a finger on you in front of him again though⊠being professional would be thrown out the window. Heâd kill him if he had too.
âMausâŠâ Königâs voice was low, sitting down beside you on the couch. His weight made the couch dip, your sides brushing his and making you adjust your position. âWhat can I do to make you smile again?â He asked and you fully turned your body to look at him, sitting on your knees on the couch. His voice was riddled with concern and you couldâve cried at the way he was looking at you. It was inappropriate to think, but you wanted him. He could make you smile again by being yours.
âWell.â You said, feigning a smile. You could fake happy for him, only for him. âYou could let me see your face.â You suggested and he let out a hearty laugh, throwing his head back. The action exposed his neck and you had to bite back every urge in you to lean over and kiss it. âYouâre funny, Maus. No.â He responded bluntly, trying not to show how nice it felt to have you so close to him. You pouted, feeling your sadness slowly dissipate just by speaking to him. Maybe closing yourself off was the wrong choice.
âOkay, hear me out.â You said, placing a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. He was watching your every move, calculating your breaths and taking note of how your eyes started to sparkle a little again. âYou can cover my eyes and let me touch your face. I wonât see you, I just want to have an idea.â He was calculating your request too, the thought of your soft hands tracing over his features. Even the thought of you seeing him excited him. He wanted it, but taking your safety into account was more important. He supposed you touching him was alright.
âAlright, Maus. Weâre doing this on my terms.â His voice got stern, turning his body to yours. You were beaming now, so excited and hoping your imagination would be able to fill in the blanks of not having sight. Your hand shot up to his mask, getting a little ahead of yourself and he grabbed your wrist. âSorry, got too excited.â You admitted and he let your wrist slide down slightly, now holding your hand. âToo eagerâŠâ His voice turned gruff and you adjusted in your seat. He let your hand go and placed his hand over your eyes, the warm and rough skin such a contrast on yours.
König looked at your face, his hand covering over half of it and he bit back a groan. âCan you see anything?â He asked and you swallowed thickly, rubbing your thighs together a little. âNo, nothing. I promise.â Your voice came out in a whine, making the whole situation even more difficult for the both of you. You wanted his hands everywhere, all over your body and you definitely didnât want him covering your eyes.
âGood, maus.â He paused and you could hear some rustling, undoubtedly him taking the mask off. It was a good thing you werenât standing, his praise left your knees weak. You drew a deep breath, your hands itching to touch his face. You flinched slightly feeling his free hand find yours, very gently taking it and guiding you towards his face. âBe gentle.â He said softly before your fingers grazed his chin. âI will.â Your voice trembled and you leaned forward, not feeling any resistance from him. Your chest was pressing into his shoulder and your free hand was on his chest. König was watching your every move with a smile, glad that he could let his face breathe for a moment. Your fingertips tickled his chin, dancing over his jaw and down the lines of his neck.
âI can feel your pulse.â You giggled and you could hear him let out a chuckle. He knew his pulse was elevated but that was okay, you were allowed to know. Your fingers moved up again, back over his chin and to his lips. Your pointer finger tracing over the lines, you tried imagining what he looked like. König felt warm, trying to do anything in his power to not pull you into his lap. Your face was so amusing to him, the parts he could see. Your lips curled into a thoughtful pout and while he couldnât see it, he just knew your eyebrows were furrowed. All these little mannerisms of yours he had learned so fast.
âI think youâre handsome.â You remarked, hands moving to his hair. âDo you now?â He asked, smiling. âI bet youâre even more handsome when youâre smiling.â You added on, not realising the hand you had on his chest had moved down to his stomach. König was glad your eyes were covered because the closer your hand got to the waistband of his pants, the harder he was starting to get.
âAlright, Maus. That was enough fun.â He told you and you instinctively pulled your hands away and awaited further instruction. The hand over your eyes moved, now holding the side of your face as you blinked and adjusted to the light. His blue eyes were staring intensely at you. You looked significantly more happy than no twenty minutes prior and König felt amused knowing it was because of him.
âPart of me was hoping youâd not be wearing the mask.â You remarked and grabbed his hand again. You wrapped his arm around your shoulders and let your head rest on his chest, grabbing your book again.
âYouâre getting too comfortable with me around.â His words and tone were contradictory to his body, relaxing into the couch and into your touch. âI know.â The words came out like a squeak, trying to ignore everything you felt to simply listen to his heartbeat. âI wonât be around forever to protect you, I highly doubt your fiancĂ© will want to keep me around.â He added on, feeling you play with his fingers. Biting back tears, you turned the page in your book. âI know.â
It hurt him just as bad to think about and if you were marrying possibly anyone else, heâd think it was for the best. This man though, from his reputation and what he could find about him in his own research just seemed awful. The only thing he had going for him was that heâs rich and thatâs probably what your father saw. It made König so angry, he could have taken care of the situation himself. He was a bodyguard though, he wasnât in military anymore, those days were behind him.
He had to remind himself that as he watched the room, ignoring the flashes of the camera as you took your wedding photos. He could stare at you for hours and any bad thing in his life would have been alright. If it wasnât for the lump of a man next to you, he would have been entirely relaxed. However you were entirely uncomfortable, feeling him hold your waist and feeling his hand dip down to touch a little more of you. It was written all over your face and you were sure the pictures would show that.
âThe way your bodyguard looks at me should be reason enough to fire him.â Tom spat at you and furrowed your brows. âItâs because of your gleaming first impression.â You said in return and he rolled his eyes. You knew he was acting like this because he was scared. König was scary and you were simply lucky that you had him on your side, you didnât want to know what it was like to have him as an enemy. In his mind, it took one interaction with Tom to know that was exactly what he was, an enemy.
âIt all doesnât matter. Heâs not coming into my home. Brute of a man, no better than an animal. The moment our marriage contract is final, heâs gone.â König could hear the conversation and it amused him. He thought he was getting rid of him that easily? It was a fucking joke. Tom thought König was an animal, he could show him an animal. He was your guard dog after all. âYouâre half the man he is.â You said, leaning over and fixing your hair in the mirror. Biting back a smile, he shook his head to himself. âThatâs my maus.â He thought to himself, anger slowly subsiding as he realised your growth. You were standing more and more up for yourself.
Trudging behind König, you watched him carrying a big tactical bag. The sun was slowly starting to go down, painting the sky in a light pink colour and causing a chilly breeze to flow through the trees. In moments like this, you realised that the wooded area around your house was actually quite pretty.
âWhatâs are we going to do?â You asked as he stopped walking. Something about him was different that day, his clothes seemed more tactical, his demeaner was darker and well you felt even a little scared of him. âWell, you donât seem to be enjoying the fighting training so I thought weâd take a break from that.â He started, patting a log for you to sit as he started opening his bag. You sat down where he said, watching him pull a bunch of things from the bag. âFigure Iâd see how good your survival tactics are or at least, how good you can hide in a scary situation.â A wave of fear and something else travelled through your body. âAccording to your husband to be, Iâm fired the day you get married. I have to know you can at least hide if youâre in trouble.â He added on, eyes lingering on you. You hadnât realised he heard that.
âYou heard that?â You asked, fingers mindlessly toying with some of the gear. âYeah I heard that. I also heard him call me an animal.â He grumbled and you suddenly realised why he was angry. You felt bad, until you saw him pull another mask over the ski mask. The loose fabric hung over his shoulders and had light bleached strips around the eyes. You couldnât help but laugh as he looked at you. âWhat is that?â You asked and you could tell he was knitting his brows together in confusion. âItâs my sniper hood from the military.â König explained and you were still giggling. âIs it that amusing to you?â He asked, tone entirely different from before.
He knew he was being harsh that day, but he just was angry about the whole situation. When he came up with this training, he had you in mind, he needed to know you could run in a bad situation. For his own peace of mind.
âI though you said I needed to be able to hide in a scary situations? If youâre chasing me like that, itâs not scary at all.â You smiled and he adjusted the hood a little to sit right. You didnât think this was scary, the same masked face that had other men begging for mercy? Maybe he wanted to scare you a little, maybe he was to easy on you the whole time. âYou donât think Iâm scary, Maus? Iâll show you scary and Iâll show that weak fucker you call a fiancĂ© what an animal is.â His tone was dark and shut you up immediately. Maybe you shouldnât have laughed. âGet ready to run, Maus. Iâm not going easy on you.â
He had given you a 10 minute head start and you had taken off running, throwing caution to the wind. You werenât entirely sure what had gotten into him but his tone and the look in his eye made you fear for what would happen if he found you. Part of you was excited too, wondering if you should not try too hard to hide. You rejected that idea quickly the second you heard rustling from a few metres back. Were the 10 minutes up already?
You picked up your pace, running a little faster than before. However you knew you wouldnât be able to keep this up much longer, your side already starting to cramp up as you ran. Youâd have to try and hide and that was scarier than running. Coming to a stop, you looked around, seeing trees and only trees all around you. Nothing obvious to hide behind, which might have been a good thing. You tucked your body behind a nearby tree and tried regulating your breathing, hoping that wouldnât be the thing to give you away.
Königâs emotions had come to a middle, he was angry, frustrated and so fucking turned on he thought his cock would rip through his pants. He wanted you, in every way and while he had done a good job of controlling himself the last months, he couldnât anymore. Stalking through the woods and feeling like a predator, his veins were on fire.
âAre you hiding, maus?â He asked, not quite raising his voice as he walked through the woods. He knew his tone was patronizing but he couldnât help it, he knew exactly where you were. Not wanting to crush your spirit fully though, he drew it all out. Anticipation was half the fun, at least from his experiences.
You could hear his voice and your heartrate instantly sped up. Cupping a hand over your mouth to steady your breathing, you debated your options of staying in place or running again. âWhatâs going to happen if he catches me?â You thought to yourself, thighs pressing together to try and dull the ache that was forming between your legs. âMausss.â His voice was still distant but his tone taunting you, now this was a game and now⊠you wanted to win. Pushing off the ground, you took off running in the opposite direction of his voice. You ignored the aching in your side and the excited feeling in your stomach.
âIâve got you now, Maus!â You heard him call with a laugh, making your blood run cold. Despite all your aches you pushed yourself to run even faster and tried your best to tune out the rustling and the sound of heavy boots getting closer. âFuck.â You muttered to yourself, not being able to regulate your breathing very well as you tried to push yourself even harder. You knew he could see you, so you didnât bother staying quiet as a grunt of frustration left your mouth.
The footsteps were right behind you now, Königâs voice feeling like it was right in your ear. âIf you donât run faster, Maus, Iâm going to catch you.â Goosebumps coated your skin and as badly as you wanted to do as you were told, you couldnât. König could sense this, your helplessness not to doing anything to stifle his arousal one bit. He couldnât take it anymore, lurching forward and grabbing you. His arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you up before forcing you to the ground. You screamed at the sudden attack, squirming and kicking as he easily manhandled you onto your back. It hurt a little but it was a good kind of hurt, the kind of hurt that made you want to squeeze your thighs together. Only you couldnât because of the way he had you pinned, large body in between your legs and one hand holding both of yours over your head as the other supported his weight.
You were so hyperaware of everything, the animalistic look in his eyes, the way your cunt was aching with arousal, both of your heavy breathing and Königâs big, incredibly hard bulge pressing into your lower stomach. âFuck.â You breathed, hips moving unintentionally to rut against him. âDoes me chasing you like an animal really make you feel that way?â He asked, the taunting tone still evident in his voice. This wasnât the sweet and kind König you knew. âKönig please.â You whined tugging your arms down to try and touch him. He was being so condescending, laughing at your struggle.
Your body under his like this was everything he had wanted, your eyes filled with lust and also a little bit of fear. Oh when he was done with youâŠ
He let your hands go, lifting his mask to rest just on his nose before leaning down. You let out a soft gasp at the sight of his lips, shock at his resolve melting this badly. König held your face, adjusting his hips and angling them to press into your core. He watched your eyes shut, moaning his name softly. His lips pressed into your roughly, allowing you to moan against lips and you could feel his mask tickling your nose. His tongue snaking into your mouth as your hands gripped at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin through the compression shirt.
Your head was swimming, his kisses reducing you to a puddle of mush in his arms. It was all so much, the sounds of the trees rustling together with the earthy smell and the feeling of his body on you. This wasnât something you thought youâd be into, not until now. He bucked his hips and you yelped against his lips, feeling just how big he was. He smiled, moving his lips down to the side of your neck as his hands moved to your hips and then to your ass. He gave the flesh a squeeze before raising your hips to meet his again. âYouâre so loud, Maus. Iâve hardly even touched you yet.â He said against your skin at the sound of another moan leaving your mouth. âWonder how loud youâll be when Iâm stretching you open, that sweet, sweet pussy.â He licked a spot on your neck before biting down, causing you to cry out.
He pushed your shirt up to rest just over your boobs, hand grabbing the band of your bra and giving it a rough yank that you knew would leave marks on your shoulders. Your thin bra straps ripped as he tugged it down, showing your bare chest to him and exposing your nipples to the chilly dusk air. He undid the remaining part of your bra and tossed it somewhere into the woods. He leaned back on his heels, looking at you exposed to him. Your chest was rising and falling heavily and the marks he had left on your neck from sucking and biting were slowly turning red. âYour body was made for me, Maus.â He grumbled, his hands moving from your waist up to toy with your nipples. His hand cupped your breast, thumb flicking the bud as you squirmed slightly. âI just want to wreck you, destroy you for that fuck whoâs going to marry you.â His lips wrapped around your other nipple, biting down on your breast for a moment to hear you scream. He knew the balance between pain and pleasure and it was something you had never experienced. You knew for a fact youâd be ruined after this.
König pulled the waist band of your pants, pulling them off together with your underwear before undoing his pants. He didnât bother taking them off, pushing them down low enough for his cock to spring free and against his lower stomach. You couldnât help but watch, wondering just how you were going to fit him inside of you. Before doing anything else, he pulled his mask back down properly and grabbed your legs. You could feel your slick dripping from your pussy as he put your legs on his shoulders. His fingers moved to your clit, spreading your lips apart to swirl his thumb over the nub. You tried scrambling from the intense feeling only for his free hand to slap the side of your thigh, undoubtedly leaving a large hand print behind. âDonât fucking move.â He warned, continuing to draw circles over the nub. You had never been this wet before and König was taking mental notes.
 âYou wanted me to do this, when I told you to run, you wanted me to catch you and make you go dumb on my cock.â He remarked and you nodded, head lulling as you did so. König chuckled, lining his cock up to your entrance. Nuzzling his head into your calf, he pushed himself into you and the stretch made you call out. Gripping the dirt around you as he bottomed out. With the minimal prep he gave you, tears brimmed your eyes. Not only due to his size but also due to the position, making his tip kiss your cervix in a way that hurt so good.
âOh Maus.â He groaned, voice sounding like a growled as he fucked into you. You were a crying, moaning mess all tight around him and König could have cum alone from looking at you. He folded you in half, one arm by your head as the other held your waist for leverage with your legs still on his shoulders. His face was close to yours, wanting to see every little expression as he fucked you like an animal, grunts leaving his lips with every thrust. âTell me-â He started, hand coming up to wipe a tear from your eye. âTell me how fucking good it feels to get fucked by a savage brute.â He was using Tomâs words against you and it made you clench around him.
âIt feels so good.â You cried as you felt the knot in your stomach get close to bursting. âKönig, I only want you.â You added on, any thoughts of Tom (not that you had many thoughts of him to begin with) getting fucked right out of your head. Your orgasm hit you hard, your leg shaking as your pussy clamped down on him. Nothing but incoherent babble came out of your mouth and König found him pulling back to look at where your bodies connected, watching the way your cunt was fluttering around him. However he was nowhere near done himself and even if he was, when it came to you he was insatiable.
The small pause only lasted one moment before he started fucking you again, your eyes shooting open as you tried to squirm away, the pleasure being too much. âYour pussy is so tight, Maus. No matter how hard I fuck you, youâre not opening up for me.â He laughed, taking note of the way your legs were still shaking and your breasts bouncing with each thrust. Your skin was hot to the touch and you were trying to get a grip of anything for some kind of a hold on. You looked so fucked out, eyes glossy and lips swollen as you murmured incoherently. He was using you like his own personal sex toy, trying to reach his own orgasm now.
Pulling you off of the ground, he allowed your legs to now wrap around his waist as he held you up. Lifting and dropping you on his cock as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Every thrust had you crying out, overstimulated and closer to another orgasm. Königâs eyes were locked with yours and you could tell he was furrowing his brows. âPlease, please cum inside me.â You begged, voice barely a whisper. His eyes widened, pace faltering at your words. âMausâŠâ His words trailed off, mask covered face burying into your neck. âPlease, König.â You begged again, sobbing as your orgasm washed over you. The man pulled you down on him fully and halted his movements, cock twitching as he filled your pussy to the brim.
âYou made a mess.â He grumbled, feeling both of your release drip from your pussy as he stayed still inside of you. âMmm.â You hummed, head resting on his shoulder as your body gave into exhaustion and wrapped around him for warmth. âIs my Maus tired?â He cooed, one hand stroking your hair. Your whole body ached in the best way and you were absolutely exhausted. âYou arenât?â You asked, lifting your head to look at him. The animalistic look in his eyes had died down, his normal expression taking over again. âI canât be, I need to take care of you.â He said softly, hands brushing your messy hair out of your face. âI think thatâs fair. You did tackle me to the ground.â You yawned and he shook his head with a laugh. âOh my dear Maus. I love you so much.â
König had helped you clean yourself up, even helped you into bed but he didnât stay the night with you. He retired to his own room, thinking about the way he lost control of himself and the way it all shouldnât have happened, especially not given your circumstances. It wasnât like he could go to your father and say you shouldnât marry Tom, or tell him that he was in love with you⊠let alone that you had sex. It could make things even more difficult for you. Not to mention the age difference, he was almost twice your age. Despite all these thoughts, he couldnât help himself but think about how good you felt around him and how sweet you sounded screaming his name.
You woke up to the sound of a knocking on your door, sitting up in bed you told them to come in. König peaked into the room and you couldnât help the bright smile that formed on your face. It was in that moment he decided that all the circumstances didnât matter. Even if he had to be your guard dog for the rest of his life, even if you were married and he was just there to satisfy your needs from that asshole, protect you from him, he would be okay with that.
âMaus.â He said softly, walking over to you bed and gently sitting next to you. âI was getting worried because you werenât up yet.â He added on and you found your cheeks getting warm. How could you admit you werenât entirely capable of walking after last nightâs events? Between the running and the sex, your whole body was sore.
He pulled back the blankets and grabbed your calves, assuming you were sore before you even said anything. Wearing nothing but a sleep shirt and underwear, you felt exposed despite the previous day. âAre you that sore?â He asked with an amused tone to his voice. âCan you blame me?â You asked, listening to his hearty laugh. You couldnât help yourself as your hand came up to his face, tracing his jaw through the ski mask. Your fingers moved the edge of the mask, gently tugging it upwards so that his lips were free and you leaned forward to press a light kiss to them. His hand had stopped moving at your actions, suddenly unsure what to do with them until he moved them upwards to your waist. He lifted you into his lap, leaving the mask half on as he kissed you again.
âYou like it when I pick you up like that donât you?â He asked, the slight mocking tone from the day before back in his voice. âI do.â You admitted, gathering your strength to straddle his lap instead. König leaned himself back into your pillows, amused at where this was going despite you being sore. Hands holding your thighs and slowly moving upwards, taking your sleep shirt with them. âI thought you were sore.â He remarked as you slowly grinded down on him. You were most definitely sore, but God you needed him again. âI am, but Iâm also stubborn.â You said and he nodded his head. âThat you most definitely are, Maus. So beautifully stubborn.â He said and pulled the shirt from your body, leaving you fully bare aside from your underwear.
Leaning forward, he kissed over your neck and collar bones as his hands grazed over the sides of your breasts. You leaned away from him, tutting slightly and he shot you a confused look. âI want to see you too and I donât necessarily mean your face, but if youâre feeling generous.â You smiled, sitting down on his thighs. The man shook his head, hands still gently rubbing over your skin. âNice try. I can give you half of what you want though.â He said, tugging his shirt over his head. âStubborn girl.â He threw his shirt to the side and looked at you smiling at him. âIf you want the rest off, youâre going to have to work for it.â He said, watching you take him in. He was so muscular, freckles spotting his chest lightly and a small trail of hair disappearing into his pants.
âThatâs no problem.â You said and leaned down, running your tongue over his abs to the edge of his pants. Undoing the button and zipper of his pants, you tugged the fabric down together with his boxers. Seeing his cock like this made you sceptical once more about how he was going to fit. âMaus, you donât have to do this.â He said, brushing your hair from your face. âBut I want too.â You told him, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. âA thank you for all the things youâve done for me.â You added on and wrapped your lips around his tip. Your tongue swirling over his slit as you arched your back and stuck your ass in the ear. âFuck, at least move over here. Let me touch you.â He hissed and you moved, your head resting on his thigh as you sucked his cock from the side. His fingers moved to your panty covered slit, pulling them to the side and gently rubbing over your clit. You hummed around his cock, taking more of him into your mouth and jerking off what didnât fit.
âFuck that feels good.â He groaned, hips bucking into your mouth as he slipped two fingers into you. Scissoring his fingers, he stretched you out as he tried to keep his hips still, not wanting to hurt you. âMaus you better stop if you want me to last. You wore me out yesterday too.â He sounded serious and it made you feel good, at least you were on the same level. You pulled him out of your mouth, your head falling back onto his thigh as you moaned out. His fingers curling into you and grazing that sweet spot inside of you.
Pulling his fingers out of you, you sighed and moved to straddle his waist again. His fingers moved to your lips, waiting for you to lick them clean. âGood god, what did I do in my life time to deserve this.â He said, watching your lips wrap around his fingers. âYouâve been a really good guard dog.â You said once he took his fingers out of your mouth. He shook his head and grabbed your ass, guiding his cock into you slowly. He knew you were sore from the day before, he was going to take it slow today. Your nails dug into his chest at the stretch, back arching at the feeling. Your chest was in his face and he couldnât help himself but wrap his lips around your nipple as he thrust into you. It was slow but forceful and the extra sensation made you whimper. âGod, I love you.â You admitted in a moan, his cockhead hitting that sweet spot in you. His pace picked up and his hand pulled your head down, lips tangling for a messy kiss.
âSay it again.â He mumbled against your lips, holding your hair as he fucked you softly. âI love you.â You repeated, feeling yourself getting close. âI love you so much- oh my God.â You cried out, cumming so hard tears brimmed your eyes. König wasnât far behind, a few more thrusts before pulling your lips to his for another kiss as he unloaded inside of you again.
Petting your hair as you came down from your highs, he put his mask on correctly again after peppering your neck with kisses. His nose nuzzling the side of your face as his hands rubbed over your bare back with you still on top of him. You were utterly in love, the post orgasm glow all over your body as he continued to rub over your skin.
âI donât want to marry him. You know that.â You said and König nodded, not entirely sure where you were going with this. Surely you had thought of your circumstances too. âMaus, his words only mean so much. Even if he doesnât want me there, Iâll be there. Protecting you, taking care of you. If he so much as touches you in a way that makes you frown, Iâll take his hand. I promise you that.â König's tone was so serious, making butterflies fill your stomach. "You promise?" You asked, tracing over the ridges of his face through the mask, trying to use muscle memory to see if you could see his face in your mind.
"I promise."
A/N: idk what came over me but I got possessed. Now I'll be mia as i really need to study. Wasn't planning on finishing this until the second half of the week.
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synopsis: oh, the military boys were your favourite.
wc: 2.8k
cw: massage therapist reader doing bad medical-ish practice, body worship, light sub!konig, mentions of edging, hand jobs, a little oral as a treat, biting, konig being petnamed as he should (honey), size kink, hints at touch starvation, groping, begging, uncut konig, afab!reader, no gendered pronouns or language.
author's note: i know his dick hex code and it's glorious. mdni.
Heâs your last appointment of the day. And what a fucking day it had been, ten hours that shouldâve been eight, cinnamon scented candles instead of eucalyptus, a rushed lunch because a client had shown up early, not taking âIâm on breakâ for an answer.
You knock on the faux bamboo door, waiting for your appointment to allow you entry. When he does, so quietly you almost miss it, you open the door, only for your eyes to land on a broad, strong back, still wrapped in a dark grey long sleeve. He turns slightly, just enough for you to see the thin stubble on his chin, cheek and jaw.
"Hello! I didn't catch you undressing did I?" This time he turns all the way around and you are sure your swallow is audible. Hell, you hope it's audible, you want this dude to know just how impressed you are with what you're seeing.
"No." He shakes his head, rubbing his aquiline nose against the inside of his wrist. It mustâve been broken once before, if the uneven bump on his bridge is anything to go by. Why is that hot? That shouldnât be hot. You eat up the motion, eyes tracking every twitch or movement of his massive arms.
âOhâŠ" you're ogling him. You need to stop ogling him. "I actually need you to strip down.â The words burn on your tongue. You must say that a thousand times a work week, but this time, when you say it to him, it soundsâŠdirty. Like a shitty porn set up. Makes your clean white polo feel vacuum sealed to your skin. He takes a step towards you and you shudder a breath, tensing until you realize heâs getting closer to the lockers to your left.
Heâs huge, you think, and when he still doesnât look up at you, content to let the strands of dark brown hair, nearly black hair, hang in his face, you figure heâs shy too.
Cute.
âAnd you can use the towel to maintain modesty, Mr. König.â You get the inflection of his name wrong, you know because youâd googled it prior, held your phone to your ear in the staff washroom and listened to a soft spoken German man lilt it to you. Thereâs a hard âgâ on the end where it shouldnât be, and you apologize, trying again to master it. âKönig.â
âRight.â He murmurs, âJust around my waist, yes?â
Or it could go on the floor and I could rub my clit on your abs.
âYes, sir. Around your waist.â
You exit the room, closing it softly behind you. You figure youâll use the few minutes you have to get a bottle of water, or a sedative. Something strong enough to bring you back down to your customary professional detachment.
When you return, heâs where you expect him to be. Face down on his stomach, his head in the cushioned hole. âS-sorry.â He speaks, voice muffled by his position. The apology comes immediately upon the sound of the door closing and you worry his large frame has cracked the massage table or something. You peer around him, looking for any chunks of polished wood or loose screws.
When you donât find anything you realize heâs apologizing for his scars, the pit marks of bullets dug out in haste and healed with spite, lacerations haphazardly stitched, then redone a second time with the careful, practiced hands of a doctor in no rush.
âOh, please donât be. We get military boys all the time. Nothing I havenât seen before.â You murmur, and itâs a lie of course. Not that youâve seen scars, of course, youâve seen some really storied skin in your time here, being near a base and all. No, it was the man who was an oddity. Mandy at the front desk told you that heâd had to duck through the front door.
His skin is also ultra pale in a way military men usually aren't. Near transparent, the sprawling blue lines of his veins thread underneath his skin, and you can see yourself getting distracted tracing some of the pathways with your fingers.
He hums, and you hope youâve put him at ease a little bit. You havenât even touched him yet and the tension in his back is glaring. Anxious people tended to hold a lot of stress, anxious soldiers? Youâre just glad heâd booked a two hour instead of the customary hour and twenty.
The oil is cold straight from the bottle and you warm it between your palms before you make contact. Heâs warm to the touch, bridging on hot, and he flinches when your hands meet his skin. âWas that too cold?â He groans, but doesnât affirm or deny it, so you figure it must just be the contact. Slowly, you begin with his calves, tending to and pushing on knotted muscle and tense areas, working out kink after kink, soothing his compounded aches. The oil smoothes down his leg hair and you must be going insane because even that is hot to you. His thighs are even worse, strong and muscled and dimpled in the sweetest places. He shivers when your palms glide over his inner thighs, and he clenches them together when your fingers brush the hem of the towel shielding his ass from your greedy view. As quickly as it happens, he relaxes, murmuring another apology. You hum your own response, and push your thumb into an adorable cluster of moles you see just under the towel.
By the time you get to his lower back, König is almost purring, his gentle breathing often interrupted by drawn out, guttural moans. Whines and whimpers that make your blood hot. Heâs holding the worst of his tension there, and you have to lean almost all your body weight into the motions of the massage. His hips jerk up and then down just as sharply when you crest your palm over her shoulder blades, and you donât imagine the keening noise he makes as he grips the massage table. Youâre used to military clients being a lot more stoic but it seems Mr. König is most assuredly not the sort. You reach his neck, framing his throat with your palms and using your thumbs to rub firm circles into his nape. His breath hitches and you find yourself cooing. âBreathe for me, I got you.â The soldierâs hips snap downward again, this time hard enough to shift the table beneath him. Which is more than enough to make you pause.Â
No.
It couldnât be.
The soft music and sound of the water feature on the wall nearly drown out the curse König whispers, but you catch it, and canât stop your lips from curling into a pleased little smile. This was just too good. You start to finish up his neck, brushing some of his hair out of the way so you can rub your fingertips into the skin just below his earlobes. You guide him to turn over and when he doesnât respond, you wonder if heâd fallen asleep.
âMr. König?â
He makes a wordless groaning noise low in his throat, laying motionless.
âI need you to turn over, honey.â You donât even realize youâve pet-named a grown man you donât know. Which is just as well, because it seems to be what the soldier needs, and he rises from the table, clutching the towel in a tight fist to maintain his scant modesty.
You turn towards the side table, pouring more oil into your palm. When you return to face him, you witness why exactly he was so reluctant to face the ceiling.
Heâs at least half-hard, a very noticeable ridge lifting his towel. You canât stop staring at it, even though you know König is trying his best to ignore it. You circle around him, and begin at the foot of the table, going through the massage cycle again; feet, calves, thighs, arms. You zone out, following through your motions, listening to the man beneath groan and sigh his contentment. You reach his chest, spreading your hands over his pecs. Theyâre big, just like the rest of him, you think and itâs hard not to fucking drool on him. Heâs firm but soft, still pleasantly warm, despite being exposed to slightly below room temperature air. He shifts again when you hit a stubborn knot right below his collarbone, and you pause to check in.
âStill good?â
His breathing is uneven, shuddering and laboured. His hands clench and relax from white knuckled fists.
âYes.â he hisses through gritted teeth, and youâre worried heâs undoing every bit of relaxation youâve tried to bring him. Itâs painfully clear where the stress is coming from, hidden underneath a paltry white towel, the enticing elephant in the room. You put your hands back on him.
Still got 45 minutes left, after all.
You try your best not to look smug, and you fail miserably.
Every stroke and rub you perform across his chest makes his cock jerk and twitch under the towel. You can practically see the cloudy drops of precum thatâd be beading as his tip. Your thumb nail skates across his pectoral and catches his nipple and the whine he makes is so sweet you just have to do it again. Soon, youâre barely massaging him, groping the poor man under the guise of your job. A weak grunt snaps you out of your reverie, and when you glance down his abdomen at that godforsaken towel, you canât stop the quiet gasp of shock you release at his erection.
âAh, Iâm so sorry. Very sorryâ His flush spreads from his cheeks all the way down to his chest, a gorgeous stewed cherry colour that overwhelms the pale skin youâd worked into submission. His eyes are screwed shut when you can bear to drag your eyes from his cock to his face. His soft, pink mouth is pulled down at the corners, and the heavy, dark slashes of his eyebrows are furrowed together, creating a wrinkle between them you want to smooth out with a kiss.
âIt happens all the time. Are you alright to continue?â Your voice is deceptively calm, serene and soft, when all you really want to do is snatch the towel off the battering ram heâd smuggled in here. Your blood thrums, and you ache at the sight of it, at the mere thought of the ungodly stretch heâd put you through.
You will yourself to keep your hands where they are, force yourself to look literally anywhere else. The faux waterfall ahead of you, the wireless speaker droning pleasant, melodic mood music, fuck, you even try staring at the dimmed light fixtures hanging from the ceiling. But every cry and whine forces your eyes down, tempts you to catalogue every inch of flushed skin and threaded muscle. You gnaw on your own lip, and find your hands drifting down, back around his abdomen. Youâve worked through the area already, there is no excuse to be down there, to slip your finger tips under the towel, to push your digits into the skin around his pelvis. âIs this okay?â You have the gall to ask, when you push your fingers lower still, and basically sign your own severance package. Oh but itâd be worth it, to get what you want, to make this big strong man sob with pleasure, to have his mouth on your throat while you stroked him to completion. The memory of his cock in your hand will keep you warm in the unemployment line.
König nods, turns his head towards you but doesnât open his eyes. His hips cant upwards again, and his towel shifts, parting to reveal his angry, desperate hard-on. He raises a hand from the massage table, letting his mammoth paw land on your hip. He squeezes you, and exhales sharply through his nose when his thumb touches your bare skin, skating over your flesh underneath your work shirt. âSay it.â You mutter and his eyes crack open, just wide enough for you to spot the crystalline blue of his irises between his inky black lashes.
âPlease.â
And thatâs all you need.
Heâs uncut, and the veins blanketing the length of his cock are visible under his foreskin. Pretty in a way you arenât used to, a denser blush than the rest of his body, but still quite pale. It feels like your hand is moving in slow motion towards it, your fingers twitching in anticipation. The heat of his dick warms your skin before you even make contact, and when you do, wrapping your fingers around the root of it, your fingertips canât touch. You press your lips together and try not to squeal happily, glee crinkling your eyes.
God is real and heâs an uncircumcised cock on a shy giant.
Königâs erection is searingly hot. Soft skin and hard core, jerking in your palm, leaking steadily, nudging at your hand, insistent. Your brain is working full steam and connections necessary to utilize common sense are still not being made. Slowly, you tighten your hold on him, the weight of it is so imposing, you wouldnât be surprised if imprints of the veiny surface were branded onto your hand once you withdrew. If you ever withdrew. You should fucking withdraw.
You do not withdraw. Instead, you slide your hand up slowly, choking up on the head of his cock before dragging your grip back down. You chance a glance up at his face, watching his Adamâs apple bob with each laboured swallow. The poor manâs jaw clenches and relaxes while you slide your palm over his flesh again and again. Somehow, he hardens further and your eyes widen impossibly larger, the pit of your stomach doing somersaults at the idea of where you want that thing to go, what you want it to do. You get fevered flashes of König bending you over the massage table in your mind, hands on your hips, rutting without sense or logic into you, so hard the surface scrapes against the floor, all while he sobs, his overwhelmed, overstimulated tears splashing against your back while he rearranged your insides. The head of his cock is exposed every time you slide your hand down towards his pelvis. By the third peek, youâre dragging the pointed end of your tongue over the tip of his dick, licking against his head, and coating your mouth with the taste of him. He grips at your side harder, his fingers digging into your hip as he chases the warmth of your mouth. He keens loud, almost mewling when you pull off him, using your spit to ease your handâs path. By this point, your handiwork is audible, noisy and wet, Königâs voice filling the small room. You use your free hand to guide his head to your chest, letting him bend toward you, press his nose into your tits while he begs for you to finish him.
âAre you gonna come, Mr. König?â You thread your fingers in his hair, letting your nails scratch against his scalp, drift down to his nape and up to his crown again.
âYes, please, please. Fuck.â His voice is reedy and thin, and he wraps his arm around your waist, burying his face deeper in your chest. And then his whole body trembles, and his hips roll towards you, and for a fleeting minute you consider edging the poor bastard, sliding your hand completely off his cock and watching it twitch violently, uselessly in the air.
But he begs so sweetly. And his next session was already pre-booked.
The hand you kept on his head leaves his hair, and you rub the head of his cock with your flat open palm, jerking him off with firm, fast strokes. He bites down on the curve of your breast, and youâre grateful he still managed to retain enough brain cells to not break skin.
âDo it then. Come, honey.â You trill, feeling his tears wet your skin through your shirt. Itâs almost instantaneous, so fast itâs kind of impressive. His body goes bowstring-tight, and he squeezes you so hard it almost hurts. Ropes of sticky white seed shoot from his cock, covering your hand and his spasming abdomen. You slide your hand up, milking just the first two inches of him through his orgasm, until he stops your movements himself, covering your hand with his own.
When you finally break contact, you stare at your hand for what feels like ages, thick beads of his cum rolling down your palm, sliding to your wrist. You extricate yourself from his hold, using your clean hand to brush his sweat damp hair from his forehead. You press that kiss you wanted to the space between his brows. Why start restraining yourself now? His body shivers periodically, and you turn to the sink, to wash your hands clean, clenching your own thighs together, his moans and sighs echoing in your mind. You turn to face him, grinning wide and cheery,
âSo...Iâll see you next week?â
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Shotgun (Smoker x GN!reader)
đŹ CW: smoking, shotgunning (no drugsđ
ââïž just your usual nicotine đđ)
đŹ Brief description: reader has been craving the taste of Smokerâs cigars.
(finishing my september writing spree with this absolutely exquisite lung cancer legend đ€đ«¶)
Enjoy!
âPlease?â
âNo.â
ââŠpretty please?â
âAlliteration wonât get you anywhere,â Smoker exhaled exhaustedly. You watched the puff of smoke leave his mouth in an exasperated hurry and dissipate as quickly, as if itself tired of the argument that had been going on for far too long.
WellâŠactually, it wasnât exactly an argument, more an annoying habit. To Smoker, at least. To you, it was always a hope that one day he would finally give in.
âWhat, are they that expensive?â
âThatâs not the point.â
âThen give me one! You literally have, like, sixty of them on your jacket alone. I canât imagine how many you have in your pockets.â
Another exhale, this time annoyance on the verge of actual anger. Even in your stubborness you sensed when there was a need to stop, and so you did; you turned away, back as straight as a perfect soldierâs, gaze now fixed on the moon beaming in your face like a searchlight. How ironic it was, considering you barely escaped a couple of ones a few hours ago thanks to the man puffing like an agitated steam train by your side.Â
How long did you have left before Smoker would drop you off on the nearest safe island for you to flee? And how long would you have to wait to see the man again?Â
Sometimes you actually pondered on stopping your piracy and joining the marines just to spend more time with him. Then, however, your common sence slapped you in the face and reminded you that those very marines would simply throw you in jail mid-recruitment-wish speech.Â
You felt guilty, suddenly. Guilty for tormenting Smoker after he saved you yet again and kept saving you from his own people time and again, that day the fiftieth, maybe, youâd stopped counting long ago. Couldnât you just ask the brand of his cigars and buy yourself your own at the first market youâd stumble upon? Or simply try to steal one â exactly try, because heâd grab your hand the moment your fingertips would touch the paper (oh, and what an unsafe thought that was for your poor heart and mind.)
âSorr-â
âIâll give you one chance,â the word was emphasized with an index finger pointed upwards. âYour miss â your loss.â
A hand wrapped in rough leather â slightly shaky, if you were reckless enough to even note that â grabbed your chin and yanked you closer.
âOpen.â
âWhat-â
A deep inhale, a press of lips against yours and suddenly, your mouth was filled with smoke pushed harshly and unceremoniously inside. You breathed in, reflexively and sharply, and as sharply you wrenched yourself out of the leather grip.
âOh my god,â you rasped between two coughing fits. âThatâs disgusting. How do you smoke these all the time?!â
Smoker turned away and put the cigars back into his mouth. It might have been the tears blurring your vision but you swore you saw the corner of his lips lift up. And then it hit you. It hit you that this insufferable man just kissed you.
ââŠdo it again.â
âI said Iâd give you one chance. Learn to listen.â
A cry from somewhere outside the cabinâs door alerted you of the ship nearing an island. You stood up, thinking how nasty the taste of smoke still clinging to your palate was and how you would not be able to get it out of your head anytime soon.Â
The moment your hand wrapped around the doorknob Smoker cleared his throat.
âWe could try again next time.â
You fought the urge to turn back and instead pressed down on the knob. The salty chill of the ocean night slipped into the slim creak you created; the smoke accumulated slunk out, making room for the fresh air.Â
âWith the cigars?â
ââŠthatâs up to you.â
The moment the soles of your boots hit land you knew it would be pointless to look for Smokerâs cigars in shops and markets, as they had their appeal to you only in that manâs mouth.Â
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