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The Ambassador's Daughter {Javier Peña x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 18k

Warnings: Stranger sex, drinking, safe sex, flirting, rough sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), anger, mentions of purity vows, teasing, jealousy, anger, blackmail

Comments: Getting picked up in a bar is normally just a hook up. This time, it's something shocking when Javi finds out that woman he had taken home was the newly arrived ambassador's daughter.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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The music is loud, colored lights flashing as you lean against the bar. You gesture for another drink and that’s when he leans against the bar next to you. Javier Peña. You know who he is. Well, you’ve certainly heard enough about him from nearly every woman in the embassy. The bartender sets your drink down and you toss down some cash at the same time he orders a whiskey. His mustache should be giving you 70’s porn star vibes but it’s a sexy look on him. He’s wearing a short sleeve shirt, half buttoned, and sweat coating his skin from the heat of the bar. “Hey handsome.” You smirk at him, leaning a little closer after you take a sip of your drink.

It’s been a fucking day. One that has Javier wondering why the fuck he is even here. He could be at home, drinking his own whiskey for free, maybe even relaxing after cumming if he called Gabby or Freckles to come over. He was about to dismiss you, ignore you, until he turns his head and gets a glimpse of the woman next to him. Something shifts inside him, his lips twisting into a smirk as he slides his eyes up and down your body. “Hey yourself, hermosa.” He hums, lifting a brow before the bartender comes over with his drink.

You listen to him thank the bartender and admire his neck as he takes a sip of his drink. You liked the way his eyes trailed along your form, making your stomach twist with lust for the man whose reputation precedes him. “American?” You ask and he turns his head, nodding once. “Me too.” You hum like he didn’t already know, “I’m here studying art. I love it here.” You confess, “lots of beautiful things to admire.” You fix your eyes on him again, biting your lip.

He doesn’t know your name, but he knows that you are brazen. He likes that. He swallows down the rest of his whiskey and motions for another one before he turns back towards you. “Yes there are.” He chuckles, guessing that you are out looking for some fun. He glances down at your drink, and then back at you, noticing that you are drunk yet. “Plenty of things to do if you know who to ask.” He tells you.

You shift to lean against the bar, closer to him, “mmm, you know who I can ask?” You flirt and he smirks, “I know a thing or two.” You hum, letting your eyes linger, “I don’t know…you the right man for the job?”

He tilts his head slightly, smirk getting a little wider. “Might be.” He admits. “Depends on what you want. If you want something soft and sweet….” He shakes his head. “Nope.” He leans in closer. “But if you want dirty, sweaty, satisfying sex…” he winks, “finish your drink.”

You stare at him for a moment, turned on by his words, and you hope the rumors are right and this man is about to rock your world. You pick up your drink, downing it, and turn to grab your purse from the bar. “Come on then, baby. Show me what you got.” You demand, offering him with a challenging gaze.

Javi slings back the rest of his whiskey and pulls out some money to throw down. The opportunity to take you home better than the idea of sitting here drinking away his problems. He’d rather fuck them away. He grabs your waist and steers you towards the door. “My place.” He decides, figuring you might be in one of those shitty little apartments they stick students in. He doesn’t want to deal with that shit tonight.

You nod, letting him guide you out the busy bar and the air is cooler outside. “So do I get to know your name?” You ask when he walks down the street despite knowing the answer, and you wonder if his place is nearby since it’s obvious he walked. “Javi.” He answers and you smile, offering him your first name. “I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet you but that’s yet to be determined.”

He chuckles as his fingers caress your waist, tugging you closer. “You’ll find out soon enough.” He promises, his apartment is only at the end of the block and his cock is already starting to harden as he imagines stripping you down.

You nearly trip as you rush back to his apartment, his hand leaving your waist to find his keys in his too tight jeans, and you lean against the wall while he opens the door. He glances over his shoulder and ushers you inside, making sure the door is locked before he guides you to his apartment. “You always this paranoid about making sure the doors are secure?” You ask as he unlocks three bolts on his door, “or are you luring me in to kill me?” You tease and he opens his apartment door. “Trust me baby, there’s real monsters outside. I like to keep ‘em out.” He says vaguely and you nod, knowing exactly who he’s talking about. He shuts the door and you glance around his apartment. It’s old fashioned and lacking decor but it’s clean. His eyes meet yours after you set your purse down, and it’s mere seconds before your bodies meet. Lips crashing together hungrily as his hands slide down your back to squeeze your ass. There’s nothing soft and sweet about this, it’s animalistic and it’s needy. You need this right now. You need him. “Wanted you to fuck me as soon as I saw you.” You confess breathlessly as he kisses along your jaw, his fingers finding the straps of your dress to tug them down, exposing your tits as the fabric pools at your waist.

He grunts, cock twitching against your hip. “I like a woman who knows what she wants.” He kisses down your chest and wraps his lips around a nipple, teeth biting down on the tender flesh as his hands squeeze your ass. He doesn’t want to think about how he’s gonna get his ass chewed out tomorrow. How he feels like he’s not doing enough to catch Escobar. Everyone knows it. Hell, the new ambassador is due in and he’s here because Noonan wasn’t tough enough, if that was possible.

You gasp at how he bites and sucks on your nipple, fingers tangling in his hair until you reach for the buttons of his shirt, grateful that you only have to fumble with half of them. “Fuck. I like a man who knows what he’s doing.”

He hums, hands sliding under the bottom half of your dress to find your panties. Dragging them down and groaning again as he switches to the other breast. The one he just finished with is swollen and puffy from his mouth.

You tangle your fingers in his hair again, letting him suck on your nipple until you drag him back up to your mouth. Your tongue slides against his while his hands squeeze your ass, dragging you against his hardening cock. “Fuck. Lemme.” You murmur against his lips, sliding your hands down his chest until you find his belt, blindly undoing it and whipping it from the loops. He chuckles against your jaw as you unbutton his jeans, pulling the zipper down. You reach in, eyes widening when you feel bare skin, and you pull his hardening cock out. “Shit.” You gasp at the girth he’s packing. “How the fuck you fitting that in those tight jeans?” You gasp, squeezing him.

His smirk slides off his face as he groans, loving how assertive you are. “Carefully.” He teases, gripping your thighs and dragging you up so your legs can wrap around him. Eager to get you to his bed and see what your pussy feels like around his cock. You squeal, hand not letting go of his cock and you moan when he starts to carry you through the hallway. His bedroom is a little more decorated than the living room, the lamps giving soft lighting on the bedside table and his comforter is a light taupe. More masculine than the flowered ones women prefer, but it is very comfortable. Instead of dropping you down into the bed, he lays down with you, his lips kissing and nipping at your neck before coming back to your mouth for a deep kiss.

You start to pump his cock, body hot and buzzing with desire for the agent. He’s confident in his motions, no fumbling, and you whimper when he slides his tongue against yours. You squeeze his cock, loving how he groans into your mouth, his hand finding your breast to squeeze it.

You enjoy his touch, your whimper is poured into his mouth and he chuckles, pulling back to lightly slap your tit before his hand slides down your stomach and goes over your dress. You will be naked soon enough. Fingers dragging your panties down so he can see how wet you are.

You whimper when his fingers finally brush your folds. You’re so wet for him. For the anticipation of what’s to come based on rumors. “Fuck, Javi.” You whimper, hips bucking into his touch when his fingertips brush over your sensitive clit. “Touch me.” You plead and he smirks, “that’s what I’m doing, baby.” You huff in annoyance, “I mean more.”

He smirks as he pushes two fingers into your tight little pussy without warning, watching your jaw drop and your eyes close in pleasure. “Like this, hermosa?” He teases, pressing his thumb against your clit as he curls his fingers deep. He doesn’t give you much time to react before he’s pulling them back to start pumping into you, kissing along your neck down to your tits again. Eager to hear you cry out and find what you like.

“Holy shit!” You gasp, toes already curling at how expertly he curls his fingers. Fuck, he’s good. You nod, jaw shaking as you whimper, “yes. Yes. Like that.” You pant, your grip on his cock loosening as he makes your mind go blank to anything but the way he’s making you feel, especially when his lips wrap around your nipple to bite down.

Sex makes him feel good. It lets him forget about everything but pleasing the woman that’s in his arms. About his own pleasure. Javi groans when your hand softens on his cock and he rocks his hips forward to grind against you as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of your cunt, loving how you’ve soaked his hand with your juices.

When he rocks his hips, you take the hint, and grip him again, pumping him with smooth strokes despite the way his fingers are stretching you out. “Fuck baby. Feels so good.” You pant, “gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” You confess and he chuckles, seemingly doubling down on his efforts as he pushes a third finger into your cunt. “Gonna need to stretch you out to take me.” He grunts proudly and you gasp at the stretch, squeezing his cock even harder as you pump him. “Oh shit. Yes. Yes. Just like that. Baby. Baby. Gonna - oh shit!” You squeal when his thumb presses just right on your clit and you fall apart for him.

You’ve got such a tight little cunt, he knows that you will feel like a fucking glove around him. He groans, feeling how wet you get as he pumps his fingers slower, working you through it. His mouth turns softer, pressing reassuring kisses to your skin as your hips slowly stop grinding down on his hand. “First of the night.” He promises, dark eyes taking in your breathless face.

You chuckle breathlessly, “cocky aren’t ya?” You ask and he nods, smirking as he withdraws his fingers. You push on his chest, pushing him to lay down on the bed, and you grab his jeans, pulling them down and off his legs. You toss them on the floor and settle between his legs, reaching down to wrap your fingers around his cock. His dark eyes focus on you and you lean forward to flick your tongue over the slit where a drop of pre-cum pooling there.

Javi grunts, teeth snapped together as his stomach coils, muscles bunching at the pleasurably little flick of your tongue. You hum, hopefully in approval at the salty taste, but if not, it’s not like he wants to cum down your throat. He’d rather be balls deep in your cunt when he busts. “Gonna tease me or suck it?” He rasps out, smirking slightly when your eyes narrow.

His challenge makes you smirk as you squeeze him before you wrap your lips around his cock. Slowly, so slowly, you take him into your mouth, until he’s pressing against your soft palate, but you don’t choke. You inhale deeply, pushing him further, wanting to see him choke instead as you swallow around the head of his cock.

“Fuck.” Javi hisses, eyes closing and his head tilts back. You’re fucking good at this, obviously isn’t your first blow job and he moans when your hand cradles his balls while you swallow again. “Keep it up and I’ll need a cigarette and twenty minutes before I fuck you.” He warns, thighs tensing as they cage your body between them.

You pull off his cock, spit keeping you connected as you giggle, pleased that he sounds so wrecked already. “Mmm. Tell me what you want then.” You order, pumping him now that his cock is slick with your saliva and you slide your tongue down his length until you are taking his balls into your mouth, rolling them with your tongue while twisting your wrist.

“I want to fuck you.” He’s breathless, panting it out as he looks down at you. You are a vixen, looking like an angel and acting like the very Devil himself. “On your back, your legs on my shoulders and my cock so deep you will feel me in your throat.”

You hum in delight, releasing his balls with a smirk as you pump his cock one more time until you shift to straddle him. His cock pressing against your belly as you lean down to brush your lips against his. “Take what you want then, baby.” You order, softly kissing him.

Javi lunges up, wrapping his arms around your body and flipping you over on the bed. Pulling you underneath him and groaning when your fingers sink into his hair to tug. “You want me to fuck you, hermosa?” He asks, knowing how much women love to feel in control. “See how you scream for me?”

You moan his name when his lips press against your neck. “Yes. Yes. Please. Fuck me.” You plead and he groans, pulling away from your neck so he can fumble to find a condom in his night stand.

He’s practiced with this. Once the condom is in his hands, he’s ripping it open with his teeth as he settles between your thighs more firmly and moves your legs up onto his shoulders. Wanting to push deep from the very first thrust as he rolls his foreskin back to sheath his cock in the protective rubber. Pumping himself a few times as you squirm underneath him. “Fuck, you are beautiful.”

You watch with heavy eyes, so turned on by him. He’s gorgeous and you trail your hands along his strong arms. Admiring his biceps as he positions himself at your entrance but your eyes roll back when he pushes into you in one thrust. He was right to stretch you out with his fingers first because he’s thick. You choke on your breath as he fills you up. “Oh fuck.” You moan, feet flexing behind his head and your nails dig into his muscles. “Fuck me, Javi.” You demand, wanting him to destroy you.

He chuckles breathlessly, nodding as he pulls his hips back. You don’t need a minute, not the way you are clawing and writhing under him. You just need to get fucked, hard and he’s willing to give you exactly what you need. “Hang on.” He teases as he watches his cock pull out until just the tip is inside you. “Gonna fuck you hard.” He promises right before he slams back inside you, loving the way you wail.

You squeal at the way he fucks you deep, his hips hitting your thighs, and you swear he steals the breath from your lungs. “Fuck!” You choke, fingers dancing up his arms until you are digging your nails into his biceps. “You’re so thick.” You compliment him breathlessly and he chuckles, turning his head to kiss your calf as he works up to a devastating pace.

This is where he loves to lose himself, deep in a woman and feeling nothing but the slight pain of your nails and the incredible pleasure of your cunt breaking open to take him and squeeze him tight. Every thrust rocks the bed, making your tits bounce and he is obsessed with the way you beg for more, moaning his name and digging your nails deeper into his skin. “Fuck, fuck.” He groans. “You love it, don’t you? Taking my cock? Getting fucked.” He grinds deep. “That’s what you were looking for in that bar.”

You nod, almost comically, “yes. Yes. That’s what I wanted. This is what I wanted. You’re doing so good baby, fucking me just like I wanted. No, no, fuck, better than I wanted.” You confess breathlessly, trying to move your hips so you can meet his thrusts but he has you pinned to his mattress. Your hands leave his shoulders to grab your tits, squeezing and pinching your nipples.

Javi grunts in approval, always admiring a woman who shamelessly goes after her own pleasure. Why should women be any different? “That’s it.” He encourages, his voice a raspy growl. “Show me what you like while I fuck your pussy.” He twitches inside you. “Do you touch yourself? Play with your clit with a dildo inside you? Or do you like your tits played with while a cock hammers into you?”

His words have you dizzy with pleasure and you frantically nod your head. “Yes! All of it. I touched myself last night imagining a man fucking me like you are. No one else can fuck me like this.” One hand leaves your tit and trails down your stomach to caress where his cock is disappearing inside you. He grunts when your fingers caress him when he pulls out of you and your fingers trail up to find your bundle of nerves. Your eyes meet dark ones as you start to rub circles on your clit.

“That’s it.” Far from being turned off, Javi increases his pace, trying to match the quick swivel of your fingers. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.” He hisses in pleasure. “Gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Gonna scream my name and soak me?”

You nod, jaw dropping as whines escape your lips, fingers rubbing your clit at the same pace that his cock pushes into you. “Fuck baby. I need - I need - yes. Yes!” You pant, eyes fluttering closed until he growls, pushing deep enough to send you over the edge.

You are incredible when you fall apart. Your head tips back and you let out a loud cry. Nothing theatrical, not fake. Real and raw and pitched where it’s ringing in his ears as you squeeze him like a vice. Javi groans, so close to cumming himself that he’s pulling back, pulling free of your pussy and forcing himself to wait.

You whine at the loss of him, walls fluttering around nothing, and you pant, slowly opening your eyes to look up at him. He looks feral and your stomach twists with lust for him. Fuck, the rumors were true. It’s all true. “Goddamn, baby. Gonna ruin me.” You giggle, riding your high as he looms above you.

Javi snorts, panting as his body calms down. He pushes your legs off his shoulders and reaches for your waist. “Hands and knees.” He growls, wanting to fuck you from behind and see your ass jiggle while he drives into you.

You nod, scrambling onto your hands and knees, wiggling your ass for him. “Fuck me harder.” You demand, looking over your shoulder at him, eyes hazy with lust for him.

His hand slaps your ass sharply, taking the invitation as he guides himself back to your cunt. Sinking into you with a sharp snap of his hips and grunt of pleasure. “Filthy.” He hisses, loving how you immediately arch your back and moan. “Such a little whore.” He doesn’t tell you that he would never treat the woman he’s slept with who are actual whores this way. You seem to want it and he’s happy to give it to you.

You love how he’s fucking you, the things he’s saying. It’s intoxicating and you are grinding back onto his cock as his hands grip your hips . He’s overpowering your senses, not leaving room to think about anything or anyone but him. You fall forward onto your forearms as he rocks hard, pushing you forward from the force.

The change of angle is amazing. Making Javi hisses and he groans out your name while his hips slap against your ass. “Fuck, fuck, you’re gonna cum again.” He vows. “So hot around my cock.”

You nod into his sheets, getting worked up again and you’re lost to the pleasure. No man has ever made you feel like this. No man has ever made you cum this hard. He gathers your arms together, lifting you slightly and the angle change has you shaking beneath him. “Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. That’s - right there!” You cry, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he works you higher and higher until you crash, the scream that escapes your lips doesn’t reach your ears as your blood pounds in them.

He slides a hand down from your wrist to your bicep, dragging you up off the bed and into his arms. Hands greedily cupping your tits as he grinds up into you. The pace changing, thrusts deeper because he’s about to cum. His groans match your whines as he bites down on your ear, pushing deep as he stills. Cock throbbing as he fills the condom.

You turn your head, seeking his lips which he eagerly presses to yours, swallowing each other’s moans of pleasure until you’re exchanging hot breaths of satisfaction. “I think I’m boneless.” You tease breathlessly, “you’ve ruined me.”

He chuckles and kisses your lips again. “You’ll be ready in five minutes.” He predicts with a gentle squeeze of your tits one more time before his hands move down to your waist. He doesn’t immediately pull out of you, letting the kiss continue for a moment before he needs to reach between you to hold the base of the condom. “I’m gonna need a cigarette and another drink at least.”

When he pulls out of you, you flop down onto his bed, shifting to lay back against his pillows. You watch him shift from the bed to tie up the condom and dispose of it. You watch him, admiring how he moves through his apartment. “Cigarettes are in the nightstand.” He tells you as he walks into the living room to get a drink for you both. You light a cigarette, taking a puff as you watch him walk back in with two glasses of whiskey. “You like whiskey, right?” He asks after he sits down on the edge of the bed, holding out the glass towards you. “More of a vodka girl, but I’ll drink anything.” You promise and take the glass. When he leans against his headboard, you place the cigarette between his lips, caressing his jaw.

He sucks on the cigarette, appreciating the nicotine flooding his system. Nothing better than a post nut smoke. He blows it out and takes it in his fingers to offer to you. “You smoke?” He asks, not sure if you do or if you had just lit it for him. He takes a large swallow of his whiskey with a sigh.

You chuckle, “sometimes. My daddy would have a heart attack if he saw me smoking but sometimes you just need to relax.” You murmur, inhaling and exhaling with a soft sigh. You pass it back to him and have a sip of whiskey.

He lifts a brow at your phrasing for your father, taking another drag of the cigarette. “Daddy, huh?” He blows it out with a smirk. “That come with issues?” He asks, looking over at you and then leaning back to caress your hip.

You snort, “oh you have no idea. He’s overprotective. Thinks I’m some delicate little flower that needs protecting all the time. I’m doing my masters degree in Colombia, not some middle of nowhere town where the men are probably more dangerous than here.” You roll your eyes, “and definitely don’t fuck as good as you do.”

Javi frowns, shaking your head. “You have no idea how dangerous the men here are.” He promises you, twisting away to flick the ash in the ashtray beside the bed. “Be careful when you are out.” He urges you. “Not everyone would just fuck you. Some would sell you, or carve their name into your tits.”

You see the seriousness in his eyes, the warning, and you nod, smile dropping as you acknowledge his warning. “I’ll be careful.” You promise, shifting to sit up, “but for tonight, I am glad I found you to fuck and not one of those men.”

He doesn’t want to dwell on the realities of his job, he’s haunted by it often enough. He nods, offering the cigarette back to you. “Me too.” He agrees, tossing back the rest of the whiskey before setting the glass back down on the nightstand. You take the last puff off the cigarette and he takes it from you to crush it out. “Lay back down.” He tells you.

You set your glass down on the nightstand and follow his order, shifting to lay down next to him. He shifts to hover over you, his lips pressed to your neck, and you sigh. Tilting your head, you run your fingers through his hair, “Javi.” You whimper when he wraps his lips around your nipple, working his way down your body until you’re shaking beneath him once more.

“What?” He nips your hip when you curl your fingers into his hair and tugs on it sharp enough to pull him away from his goal. “You can’t be the only woman who doesn't want to have your cunt eaten?”

You smirk, shifting onto your elbow to look at him, “oh I love it but you don’t have to do that.” You promise, “some men…they don’t wanna go down there and it’s okay.” You confess, not wanting him to do it because he feels obligated.

Javi snorts and rolls his eyes at you. ��Do I look like a man who does anything he doesn’t want to do?” He does every day at work, but he does exactly what he wants when it comes to sex. “Spread your legs, hermosa.” He tugs on your thigh. “Let me have a taste.”

You bite your lip as you spread your thighs for him, exposing your dripping folds and you moan when he surges forward to slide his tongue through your slick pussy. “Fuck!” You cry, tossing your head back and tugging on his hair as the pleasure buzzes through your veins.

The taste of the latex is light, but he doesn’t mind it. Focusing on the tangy, sweet taste of your folds. Covered in the slick of your orgasm and making him groan in pleasure. His nose is pressed to your mound, tongue flicking over your clit before he moves down to push his tongue inside you.

Your legs shift, thighs framing his broad shoulders until you lift a leg onto his left side, moaning when he curls his tongue deep inside you. “Javi. Baby. God, you feel so good. You’re so good at this.”

He chuckles, lifting his head. “Don’t do it often.” He admits before biting your sensitive inner thigh. “But I need more time to recover.”

“If this is what you do between rounds, I’d happily wait all night for you to fuck me again.” You promise with a breathless giggle, rocking your hips up into his face and he takes the hint, diving back into your pussy. “Fuck baby. Yes. God, you’re gonna make me cum again.” You warn him as you reach up to squeeze your breast.

He huffs in amusement as he laps at your swollen sex. That’s what he wants. To hear your sweet sounds again. Obsessed with seeing if you sound just as good with his tongue as you did with his fingers and cock. His hands hold your hips, keeping you in place.

“Fuck baby. Oh shit. Shit. Shitttt.” You hiss as you fall apart, thighs squeezing his head, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you toss your head back. He groans, lapping at you, and you grip the crumbled up bed sheets beneath you.

You are so sensitive. Worked up from before, or maybe you just fall apart easily. Either way, Javi slowly drags his tongue through your gushing folds as he slurps up your juices. Watching you as he does, enjoying the way you shamelessly take your pleasure. You are intoxicating and he’s glad he took you home.

You are shaking as you drag him from between your thighs, wrapping your arms around him so you can press your lips to his, his cock half hard and you reach down to wrap your fingers around him. “Need you inside me again.” You plead, starting to pump him.

“Fuck.” Javi closes his eyes as you pump his cock. “You ride me.” He orders, rolling over and dragging you with him. You giggle and shift, thighs straddling his waist. “Condoms are in the drawer. You want it, you do the work.”

You nod, a little frantic as you reach over him to open his nightstand. His lips wrap around your nipple, and you huff, “you’re not playing fair.” He chuckles and kisses your sternum. You grab the condom, not even bothering to shut the drawer and you rip the packet open. You shift back to roll the condom down his length, shuffling closer so you can notch him at your entrance. You sink down onto him, your eyes focused on his as you start to move on top of him. “So fucking pretty.” He groans, cupping your tits, and you moan his name, rocking your hips a little faster. “Fuck, Javi.” You pant, lost in the sensation of the DEA agent beneath you.

****

You wake up curled around Javi, your leg thrown over him, and you blink at the sunlight shining into his bedroom. Your body is sore from the sex but you smile, happy to know that his reputation is wholly earned. He’s sound asleep and you don’t want to wake him, slowly uncurling from his body, you carefully shift out of his bed, reaching for the panties he tossed on the floor. You grab your clothes, quietly dressing, and look back at him. He looks younger when he’s asleep, his brow relaxed and mustache twitching with whatever he’s dreaming about. You commit the image to your memory before you let yourself out of his apartment.

Mornings with women he’s taken home for the night are sometimes awkward. The insistence that he calls them or pitching another date to him. Sometimes he’s interested, most often though, he’s not. So it was surprising to find you gone when his alarm went off and there was no trace of you left. No note, nothing to prove that you were even there beyond a second glass with lipstick on the rim and sheets that were torn up from the fantastic night. It bothers him, but he chalks it up to both of you getting what you want. If he runs into you again, he would have no problem taking you home again. But for now, he’s got to get ready to meet the new incoming ambassador.

You return to your apartment, showering off the scent and touch of Javier Peña. You can almost feel his lips on your skin, certain he’s left marks that can only be felt. You look at yourself in the mirror, hating yourself a little for wanting more of him. You can’t have more of him. He’ll have someone new in his bed come nightfall. With a sigh, you get ready for the day, sliding a ring onto your finger after getting dressed.

“Damn,” Steve Murphy’s brows shoot up in surprise, knowing that Peña rarely likes meetings with the ambassador, so it’s a pleasant shock to find him in a decent mood. “One of the girls let you do something kinky or some shit last night?” He takes the coffee cup his partner had put down on his desk and notes that his tie is straight and completely knotted properly, his shirt looks ironed and it’s a suit that fits better than the tan one he usually wears when required to dress more business than casual. “Shut up.” Javier rolls his eyes and shrugs as he sits down behind his own desk. “And none of your fucking business.”

Steve chuckles, knowing that Peña definitely had some good sex last night if he’s not immediately grabbing his pack of cigarettes. “We got some paperwork to do and then we are going to meet the new ambassador at 11:30. Some of the girls who have met him say he’s an asshole but shit, I’d rather have an asshole who lets us do what we need to do instead of having our balls gripped tight by Noonan.” Steve says and Javier nods in agreement, reaching for his file to finish the shitty paperwork he’s required to fill out. Fucking bureaucracy.

****

“So what do you think he’s like? I’m gonna guess short, but broad. I heard he was a nasty fucker in the navy.” Steve gossips and Javi rolls his eyes, “it’s not a fucking dating show, Murph.” Steve snorts, “it kinda is. A date with the best ambassador for us catching Escobar.” Javier clicks his tongue and they approach Colleen who stands to knock on the door. “Sir, your 11:30 is here.” She says when she opens the door slightly. “Send them in.” His voice is gruff and the agents walk past Colleen who flusters at how close Javier is.

Javi shoots Colleen a wink, smirking slightly as she blushes furiously. She’s fun to flirt with, but he would never take her to bed. It would cause too many issues because he’s not the relationship type. Not anymore. He walks into the familiar office to find new decor, the room changed around and a bigger desk. Making him huff slightly at the impression of self importance that this new ambassador apparently has. No pictures, funny enough, and he hadn’t heard of the man is married or has a family. It’s possible he had done the smart thing and left them in the states. Javi wouldn’t let his wife - if he had one - be here. Too much risk.

“Gentleman. Welcome.” The new ambassador stands to shake their hands, “you know my name and I know yours so no need for introduction. Take a seat.” He gestures to the large chairs in front of the desk. Javi and Steve sit down, both tense at how this goes - it decides their action plan for Escobar. If he’s a stick in the mud, they will be buried under bureaucratic bullshit. “I’m not here to play games. I want that bastard taken down so we can focus on the communist bullshit that the president is more concerned about.” He taps his fingers on the desk. “Noonan told me all about the DEA boys and what you get up to.” He raises his eyebrows, “and I don’t like what I’ve heard. Especially about you, Peña. Sleeping with prostitutes on the US government’s dime? That ends today. I know you don’t think you have to follow the rules but I want rule followers. That means paperwork is up to date. Every fucking decision you make is cleared before you even drive out of the embassy. Every bullet you fire is authorized first. Do I make myself clear?” He asks, eyebrows raised.

Javi stares at him for a second. “Should I tell the sicarios that are shooting at me to hold on while I call my boss?” He asks sarcastically, shifting in his chair and leaning forward. “Paperwork, fine. But you better carry a phone on you at all times if you want every move we make cleared.” He smirks. “And prepare to be woken up at 2 AM a lot.” He shrugs. “Drug cartels don’t work 9 to 5.”

The ambassador stares at Peña. He can see why Noonan didn’t like the agent. He’s trouble. “Fine. But I want incident reports. We don’t need the Colombians on our ass anymore than they already are. Your visas are hanging by a thread.” He warns both men, pointing at them, “so don’t make me come down on you like a goddamn brick house.” There’s talking outside the office door once the ambassador finishes his warning. “Miss, he’s in a meeting and-” “I’m meeting him for lunch. I know he won’t remember if I don’t go in there and - oh." The door is opened and you are standing there, staring at the ambassador and the two men he’s meeting. One of them is the man that was inside you last night. “Hey honey. We are just finishing up. Come on in.” He ushers you in and you can feel Peña’s eyes burning into you. “I thought Colleen was - I didn’t know you were in a meeting. Sorry, daddy.”

You. Javi’s stomach drops, the image of you with your legs up on his shoulders with his cock buried inside you as you scream flashes through his mind. Daddy. Fuck. You’re the ambassador’s daughter. Your father stands up, his face immediately softening into something paternal and it feels like Javi’s lungs are burning for oxygen because he’s forgotten how to breathe. Steve stands, slapping at Javi’s hand and then he climbs to his feet, his face blank as the man introduces you to both agents.

Your eyes meet Javier’s and you’re not shocked to see him here. You knew who he was when you went home with him but shit, the shock on his face has your stomach twisting. “It’s great to meet you both.” You shake Murphy’s hand and then Javier’s. His palm is damp and his dark eyes burn into yours with a million questions that you can’t answer right now. You bite your lip, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You say, releasing your lip to offer him a slight smirk as you see how flustered he is.

Javi watches you closely, pretending you don’t know who he is. That you didn’t leave his bed just hours ago. “Pleasure.” He grunts, letting go of your hand quickly and ignoring the questioning look from his partner. The ambassador’s eyes are on him, so he pretends that he doesn’t want to drag you outside of this office and demand answers.

You know he wants answers but your father dismisses them, “I expect a report on my desk by the end of day with updates on where you are. I’m gonna have lunch with my little girl.” He smiles at you and you nod as Steve and Javier are dismissed without another word but they both nod, Javier’s eyes lingering on you, and you sit down in the chair he was occupying. “I’m just gonna go use the bathroom quickly.” You say and rush from his office, seeing Javier walking down the hall. “Javi.” You call out and he turns to look at you, ignoring the shocked look from Steve as he turns towards you. “Let’s talk.”

Javi looks around, finding the hallway deserted and he strides back towards you, taking your arm and dragging you towards the women’s bathroom, the closest door to you. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me who you were last night?” You weren’t shocked when you saw him again, so you obviously knew who he was.

You scoff, “like you would’ve taken me home if you knew who I was related to? I didn’t want you to prejudge me because of my father. I - I heard the rumors - your reputation - and I wanted to find out for myself if it’s true.” You reveal, shrugging your shoulders, “and boy, they aren’t exaggerating I’ll give you that.”

Javi snorts, looking away from you for a moment and rocking his jaw in annoyance. Annoyed at himself that he isn’t angrier at you. It sounds like something he would have done himself in the same situation. “Notch in the bedpost and giving the finger to daddy.” He says, his eyes finding yours again. “Noted.” He shifts on his feet, fingers twitching as he sets them on his hips. “But last night won’t happen again.” He warns, turning and striding out of the bathroom.

You watch him go and snort, knowing he’s pissed at you right now but you know you’ll be back in his bed. The sex was…more than anything you’ve ever experienced and you think he felt the same way. You go back to your father and have lunch, deciding to find Javier on your way out of the embassy. It doesn’t take long to find the DEA office and you’re glad they don’t have a secretary as you stride into his office, finding him alone. A cigarette in his hand, smoke furling into the air as he reads something. “You look hot when you’re concentrating.” You smirk, leaning against the door frame.

His eyes flick up to you, hating how his body tightens at the sound of your voice. How you look so fuckable even now. Maybe especially now since you are off limits. He slowly takes a puff of the cigarette and sets the report down to lean back in his chair. Suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up and tie stuffed into the pocket of his jacket. His hair is suffering from several hours of hands raking through it as he worked and you can’t help but think about how you had tugged on it while he was inside you. “What can the DEA do for you, Ms. Ambassador’s Daughter?” He asks, flicking the ash into the tray on his desk.

You stare at him for a moment until your smirk widens and you slowly walk over to his desk, leaning against it so you look down at him. “I am delivering the message that my daddy wants your report on his desk by end of day…and…I was wondering if you want to fuck me again.” You tilt your head towards him, curious and playful as you take in the sight of his messed up hair and bare forearms.

His eyes slide down your body, cock twitching in his pants. The truth is that he would love to fuck you again. But that can’t happen. “Yes.” He admits, shrugging. “It was decent.” He chooses that word specially to see your eyes narrow, smirking when it happens. “But I don’t think daddy would approve.”

You roll your eyes, clicking your tongue. “I have heard a lot of things about you, Peña, but I never heard that you’re a pussy.” His eyes widen and then narrow comically fast. “Because I think you enjoyed last night and if you enjoyed it as much as I did, you wanna do it again. I want you to do me again…but if you’re scared of my daddy…” You trail off, sliding your hand along the edge of his desk.

He snorts, shaking his head. “I’m not scared of daddy.” He huffs. “He can send my ass home and kick me off the hunt for Escobar.” He gestures towards his desk. “I’m working my ass off to find the bastard.”

You nod in agreement, knowing he’s working hard to take Escobar down, but you lean closer, your face near his. “So you don’t think my pussy is worth the risk?” You ask a little breathless at the thought of him fucking you behind everyone’s back. He doesn’t say anything and you hum, “I’d say you’re worth the risk. He doesn’t have to find out. I’m not going to tell him. I want you to fuck me again. And again. And again.”

You’re an adult, even if your father still thinks of you as his little girl. He purses his lips and tilts his head as he contemplates what to do. “Your daddy just cut off my funds for the brothel.” He snorts. “So I guess you will have to just make up for that.”

You chuckle, “you don’t just get to fuck me and not make me cum while you get off like you would do in the brothel.” You warn him and he offers you a cocky smirk that has your pussy clenching, “they always got my money and an orgasm.” He promises and you nod, throat a little dry. “Well, let me know if you want to fuck again.” You say, shifting to stand up from his desk.

He chuckles. “I’ll be sure to call the ambassador’s residence.” He tells you, watching you turn before his chair is squeaking slightly, rolling forward as he grabs your hand. Knowing this is a bad fucking idea, but there’s been plenty of times that he’s indulged in bad ideas. “Fuck it.” He grunts, lurching up from his seat and dragging you to him to kiss you with the door to his office open and anyone - including your dad - able to walk by and see you together.

You moan into his mouth, tangling your finger in his hair to drag him closer to you. You love how he slides his tongue into your mouth, his hands gripping your waist as he groans. You press yourself against him, letting him shift between your legs, and you want him again.

He should not be doing this. Your father is technically his boss, and already doesn’t like him. Now he’s kissing you in his office. Still he doesn’t stop, pressing you into his desk before lifting you up onto the surface and scatters the papers on the ground.

You love this, the feeling that you could be caught any moment. You moan into his mouth, sliding your hands down his chest until you reach his belt buckle. "Want you to fuck me, baby. Right here. Gotta be quick." You remind him even though he definitely is aware that anyone could walk by. "I'm on birth control if you wanna cum inside me." You murmur, kissing his jaw.

Javi hisses against your lips, his own hands pushing your skirt up and dragging your panties to the side. He pushes two fingers inside you as you reach down into his underwear, he’s actually wearing some today, to pull his hardening cock out. “Daddy has no clue how dirty you are.” He huffs out as you start to pump him. Working him up to being fully hard.

You moan at the way his fingers stretch you out. You’re still a little sore from the way he fucked you last night but you don’t care as you pump his cock until he’s throbbing in your hand. “Gotta be quick.” You remind him, shifting to lean back on his desk after you release his cock.

“Quick can work.” He promises, pulling his fingers out of you and lines his cock up with the other hand. He moves to your clit, wanting to make sure you cum. “Hold on, hermosa.”

You moan when he pushes into you, stretching you out, and you tilt your head back as you whimper his name. “Fuck, you feel so good.” You pant as he starts to move, knowing you don’t have a lot of time before you get caught. “Yes.” You pant as he rubs your clit with his thumb, making your eyes roll into the back of your head at the surge of pleasure.

You feel even better without the condom between you. His lips press against yourselves, rocking into you frantically. Growling into your mouth as he fucks you. “Fuck.” He can’t believe he’s already breaking the promise he made to himself. Not even standing a chance against you.

You pant against his lips, already worked up just from seeing him again and you wrap your legs around him so you can rock up to meet his thrusts as he rubs your clit. “Oh God, you’re gonna make me cum.” You reveal in both shock and pleasure. You are surprised that you’re so worked up but you’ll later say it’s because of the thrill of getting caught.

He grunts in pleasure, concentrating on making sure you cum. You feel incredible, tight and wet. “Then cum.” He orders, the snap of his hips making the desk groan under you. He’s surprised he hasn’t moved the damn thing.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You pant, biting down on your lip to smother your cry as you clamp down on his cock, soaking him, and you watch him. His jaw clenched as he grunts when you squeeze him. “Cum for me, Peña. Wanna feel it inside me.” You demand quietly, pressing your heel into his ass, pushing him deeper inside you.

He didn’t even realize you had wrapped your legs around him. He knows that you could be caught at any second, and that makes this exist. His body responds and he groans against your lips, stiffening as he pushes deep. Cock pulsing as he paints your walls with spurts of cum.

You watch him as he fills you up, the set of his jaw, the darkness in his eyes, and you love it. You need to see this again. He works himself through it and your chest heaves as you enjoy the feel of his cum inside you. There’s steps coming down the hall and his eyes widen. He pulls out of you, correcting your underwear as he fumbles to tuck himself away. You shift off the desk, shoving your dress down, and you stumble a little as he sits down in his chair just as Steve walks into the DEA office. His eyebrows immediately raise at the sight that greets him and you clear your throat, reaching up to pat down your hair. “I’ll, uh, make sure my father knows you're still working on the report.” You rush towards the door, looking back at Javier, until you rush down the hall. Steve stares at his partner, eyebrows still raised. “I can’t - what the hell - you’re fucking the ambassador’s daughter?”

Javi blusters for a moment, but it’s obvious that Steve won’t believe any lie he says.

So he tells his partner the truth. “I didn’t know who she was.” He slumps back and reaches for his cigarettes. “She picked me up at the bar last night.”

Steve processes the news, “and you found out who she is and decided to fuck her on your desk?” Steve chokes and Javier nods, lighting up a smoke before he takes a deep inhale. “This is - he’s gonna have your ass and send you back to the States quicker than you can say Daddy’s Little Girl.” Steve shakes his head in disbelief, “so you’re gonna keep fucking her?” Javier exhales the smoke, a chuckle escaping his lips, “I think she’s fucking me.” Steve shakes his head, shocked and unable to process that this is gonna come out at some point and his partner will be sent back home.

The report is late getting to the ambassador’s desk. That was on purpose, just to fuck with the man. He can come in here and demand all he wants, but Javi also pushes back against shit that doesn’t make any sense. The report is thorough and highlights the shit that is going on. Leaving the embassy later than normal and rolling his shoulders. It’s been a long fucking day.

Javier sits on his sofa, suit jacket tossed over the chair, tie on top, and his shirt buttons halfway undone when his phone rings. He sighs, setting his glass of whiskey down, and he answers the phone with a gruff “dime.” Your giggle echoes down the line and he knows it’s you. “You shouldn’t be calling me.” He sighs, rubbing his forehead. “You shouldn’t have fucked me like you did to make me want to call you.” You retort, twirling the cord around your finger.

“So this is my fault?” He snorts, half annoyed, half amused that you managed to twist this around on him. “Is anything you told me true?” He asks after a moment. “Or was it just a line you decided on when you picked me up?”

“It’s all true. I’m here to study art. I’m doing my masters. I just didn’t tell you who my father is…I didn’t tell you that I knew who you were which I- I confess is an asshole thing to do but you never would’ve taken me home if I told you the truth about who I was. I wanted you, even without knowing your reputation. I still want you. You’re - I’ve only had sex with college boys who are cocky for all the wrong reasons. You made me feel - well, doesn’t matter because it’s over between us, isn’t it?” You chuckle humorlessly.

Javi doesn’t say anything for a moment, mulling over what you just told him. You wanted the reputation. You wanted the experience. “I think you proved that it’s not over, didn’t you?” He asks, tone a little dry, but amused. “I fucked you on my desk.”

You hum at the memory, skin tingling from where he touched you, “it’s over when you say it’s over.” You promise, knowing he is pissed at you for lying to him. “But I want to see you again. I can’t stop thinking about you.” You confess and he sighs, “hermosa-” You cut him off, “I’m not - it’s just sex, Peña. I’m not asking you to be my boyfriend. I want you to continue fucking me.”

He chuckles. “That’s good, because I’m not the boyfriend type.” He admits. “You want to sneak around and get fucked while pretending to be daddy’s girl?” He asks, making you giggle and agree. He taps his fingers on the edge of his couch. “Then come over tomorrow.”

You smile against the phone, untwisting the cord from your digit. “To win a third fuck, you’re gonna have to do better than that. I want to go dancing. With you. Tomorrow night.” You smirk, “you can press against me, grind against me. It’s like foreplay with clothes on which sounds perfect for us.” He sighs, “hermosa-” You cut him off, “well you can take me dancing and then fuck me or I’ll go alone and find someone else or I’ll get kidnapped. Either one.”

“Goddamnit.” He closes his eyes, aware that you aren’t making an idle threat. He’s known you for a single day, less than twenty-four hours and he knows that you are just stubborn enough to do something crazy. “Fine.” He blows out, running his hand through his hair. “Dancing, tomorrow night.” He names off the club. “Meet me there.”

You smile victoriously, “see you then, handsome.” You hang up the phone, body tingling at the thought of seeing him tomorrow night.

****

You arrive at the club wearing a dress that would give your father a heart attack. Javier is standing outside, cigarette hanging from his lips as he wears a half buttoned shirt with jeans that should be criminal. His dark eyes meet yours when he turns his head and you smirk at him, “looking good, handsome.”

“Hey.” He takes a last puff of the cigarette and flicks it away, blowing the smoke up into the air. His eyes flick up and down your body, greedily enjoying the view. “You look like I should arrest you just to keep you safe.”

You hold your wrists out, “as long as you use the handcuffs.” You smirk and he rolls his eyes as he bats your wrists away to wrap his arm around your waist. He guides you into the club and leans in to murmur into your ear, “stay close. Sicarios are here.” You lean closer into his side as he guides you to the bar to get drinks.

The music is loud, and there are already dozens of couples on the dance floor. Moving and grinding to the beat. Javi keeps his hand on your hip and he glances around. Keeping you safe is a priority for him, you getting hurt would cause an international incident. “What do you want to drink?” He asks as he smirks down at you.

“Vodka soda.” You tell him and he orders it and his whiskey. You lean into him, gripping his bicep, and you love how strong he feels. You accept the drink moments later, taking a sip, and you thank him with a soft smile. He sips his own drink, caressing your hip, and you reach for his whiskey, “let’s dance, Peña.” You take his hand, setting your drinks down on the table.

Javier knows how to dance, he just doesn’t have a lot of time for it. He prefers his dancing to be done naked, in bed or on a handy flat surface. Still, he lets you lead him out onto the dance floor, until you decide it’s the perfect spot to turn around. Then you are wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing close.

You inhale the scent of his cologne, leaning in to press your nose to his jaw. His hands slide along your back down to your ass and you love how he pulls you closer. His leg sliding between yours as you start to rock to the rhythm, loving how his fingers dig into your flesh.

Javi keeps his eyes on you. The stare is intense, but you don’t look away. He hums as he pulls you closer, feeling you start to grind against his thigh while he moves you. “Dirty.” He murmurs in your ear.

Your grin is naughty against his jaw and you caress the hair at the back of his neck as you start to grind down onto his thigh, his fingers helping to move you to the beat. “Fuck, I don’t know how you do this to me.” You pant into his jaw. “Ever since I saw you, I’ve been wet for you.”

He snorts, pressing closer. “Longer, since you decided to find me.” He teases, actually finding it a little flattering that you would buy into his prowess, his reputation. “How wet?” He asks. “Could you cum right here?” He shifts his knee higher, pressing against your core.

You gasp at the new sensation, fingers digging into the back of his neck. “Yes. Yes I could.” You confess breathlessly, “fuck. Keep doing that.” You rock your hips, grinding into his thigh and you know you could cum like this. “So good, baby. You always feel so fucking good.” You whimper into his neck, clinging to him and rocking to the beat that’s gotten faster on the next song.

Javi kisses along your neck, his hands shamelessly caressing your curves, down your back and squeezing your ass. Pulling you onto his thigh a little harder just to hear those soft whimpers that are barely audible over the thump of the music. You’re carefree and gorgeous, almost making him forget that you are in a dangerous place, that you shouldn’t be with him. You make him feel good, make him feel normal when you’re with him. You just want pleasure and he wants to give it to you. He kisses along your jaw, sucking the skin and nipping with his teeth. “Gonna cum in a roomful of people, aren’t ya?” He grunts. “Anyone could see you.”

You nod, knowing anyone could pick up on what’s going on between you on the dance floor but you don’t care. You tangle your fingers in his hair, dragging his face to yours so you can kiss him, smothering your cry of pleasure as you cum on his thigh.

He mutes the kiss, not that anyone around would hear it, but he swallows the sound. Caressing your tongue with his as he grinds you down onto his thigh more. Letting you ride it out as the music changes to something slower.

You whimper against his lips, loving how he’s made your entire body tingle with your orgasm. He’s intoxicating and you sigh, leaning into him. He sways you to the slower song while you catch your breath and you take his hand from your waist. “Bathroom.” You order and he nods, letting you guide him off the dance floor to the bathrooms in the back. You push him into the women’s bathroom, locking the door behind you, and he surges forward to press his lips to yours again. You push on his chest and his brow furrows but his eyes widen when you shift to kneel down in front of him. “Wanna taste you, baby.” You plead, reaching for his jeans to unbutton them and it doesn’t take you long to pull his hard cock from the tight denim. You wrap your fingers around him, loving the groan that escapes him, and your eyes meet his as you slide his foreskin back to wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

“Shit.” Javi hisses, swaying slightly and leaning against the wall as you start to take him down your throat. “Fuck, hermosa.” His cock twitches in your mouth, but you just hum and take him deeper.

You inhale deeply through your nose, eyes starting to water but you don’t care as you take him deeper. His moan has your stomach twisting with lust and you keep your watery eyes on his as you bob your head. You want him to cum down your throat, you want to wreck him.

You are taking his cock down your throat like you are trying to swallow him whole. He chokes out your name when you close your throat, fingers digging into the soft skin under your chin and behind the hinge of your jaw. “Gonna make me cum.”

You want to watch him cum, want to feel his cum coat your throat. You want to ruin him tonight and have him remember you on your knees for him. You hum around him, wanting to hear it, feel it. Your jaw aches from the stretch but you won't give up.

It doesn’t take too much longer, not the way you wrap your hand around the base and pump him to the rhythm of your mouth. Especially the way you are sucking his soul out through his cock. “Goddamn baby.” He chokes out right before he pushes his cock deep and floods your mouth with his spend.

You struggle to swallow it all, a few drops escaping to drip down your chin, but you swallow most of it. Leaning back on your haunches when he's spent to wipe your chin with your fingers and you suck your digits clean with a pleased hum.

“Goddamn.” Javi is dragging you back to your feet, pressing his lips to yours and not caring about the taste of his own cum on your lips. “You are gonna kill me.” He huffs, although there is no heat behind his words.

You smile against his lips, loving how you’ve wrecked him, and you kiss him while tucking his soft cock back into his pants. “Better me than a sicario.” You tease and he huffs against your jaw. “Let’s get another drink and I want to see your dance moves again.” You grin and his brow furrows, his hand teasing the hem of your dress, “you don’t want more?” He asks and you shake your head, “no. I want to dance.” You say and he nods, unable to keep up with what you want but he loves it. He keeps up, getting you another drink and dancing until you tell him you’re ready to go home. “I have a big test tomorrow. I need to be rested otherwise I’d be going back to yours.” You promise and he nods in understanding. He kisses you goodbye in his Jeep and watches you until you disappear around the corner to sneak into the ambassador’s residence. He wants to walk you to the door but he’d be found out then. This is risky enough but he’s thinking you’re worth it.

****

“We shouldn’t go in there.” Steve, ever the voice of reason, states as he sits in the Jeep, looking at the table inside where the ambassador is sitting with you. He hadn’t said anything about you and Javi in the two months that had followed your ‘introduction’ but Javi had noticed the way he watched him when you were brought up or happened to drop by. Judging silently. “Can’t be helped.” Javi grunts, although his stomach twists when he sees you laughing with your father. You’ve gotten under his skin, and it’s now affected his work. “We want the information, we have to pay for it.” He tells Steve, reaching for the handle to push it open. “Bastard shouldn’t have us on such a short leash if he didn’t want his lunch interrupted.”

You’re sipping your water when the two DEA agents walk in. You nearly choke when you see Javier standing there in tight jeans and a shirt that should be criminal, sunglasses pushed up on top of his head. “Gentleman. What is so important you’re interrupting my lunch?” Your father asks and Steve takes the lead, “we need your permission-” He knows Javier would’ve said that through gritted teeth, “to release funds to pay a girl in a brothel. She - she has information we need.” Steve explains and Javier avoids looking at you when he says “there’s only one way to get it and she doesn’t lie when it’s important to our cause. I know her.” You look down at your plate, frowning and wondering when he saw her to get word of the information. “She fucked one of the sicarios and well, when his cock was in her mouth he was quite chatty.” Javier says candidly and your father hisses, “Agent Peña. Don’t be so crude in front of a woman.” He warns, “especially my daughter. She has virgin ears.” Steve snorts and your father narrows his eyes, “she took a pledge of purity at sixteen and she wears a ring for it. It’s important to her and she doesn’t want to hear about that kind of stuff.” He warns and you bite your lip, knowing it’s wrong to lie to your father but he made you take the vow. Said he wouldn’t pay for your degree without it. “Art is a waste of time. Go to school for business.” He insisted and the only way you got him to agree was to promise to not have sex because he didn’t want an unmarried, pregnant daughter with no money because she chose to study art and not something ‘useful’ like finance.

Javi shifts, aware that you are far from pure, but he had no idea that you had taken a purity pledge. His eyes fall down to a ring on your left hand that he had never seen before. Were you a fucking virgin when you picked him up? His jaw tightens, pissed off that you had once again lied to him by omission. “The girl is one of the few honest women I know.” He tells the ambassador tightly, his eyes cutting from you back to your father. “But she’s not going to tell us unless she gets something out of it.”

Your father huffs, glancing down at his meal that is getting colder by the second. "Fine. Fine. Give her some cash. Just get the information. However you can." He snorts, wanting to be known as the ambassador who caught Escobar when no one else could. You can see Javier is mad but you can't explain anything right now. You'll have to find him later.

Javi nods, his posture stiff as he spins around and rushes out of the restaurant. “Well that fucking went well.” Steve snorts and Javi scoffs as he yanks the door to the jeep open when he reaches it. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” He growls, leaving his partner to wonder what the fuck has put him in such a foul mood. He got what he wanted and if the ambassador thinks you’re a virgin, he obviously hasn’t figured out Javi is fucking you. That's a win in his book.

You know Javier is fucking the prostitute, which he is entitled to do because he doesn’t belong to you, but you don’t want to fuck him if he’s gonna do that. You decide to talk to him. Sneaking out of your father’s home, you make your way over to Javi’s apartment, a woman passing you as you enter the building, and you know she’s the woman he was talking about earlier. He must’ve fucked her. Your jaw is set as you knock on his door, ready to hash this out and end it before you get in too deep. He opens the door, asking you in Spanish if you forgot something, thinking you’re the woman, and you push past him. “Uh, hello?” He asks, closing the door behind you and you spin to face him. “I knew your reputation but I didn’t think you had stamina to fuck multiple women daily.” You cross your arms, knowing you have no right to be mad but you feel slighted by him.

He snorts, about to ask if you if your stupid when it hits him that you must have seen Gabby in the hallway and assumed he had just fucked her. Still pissed off about earlier, he decides to be petty. “Well lesson learned,” he huffs, propping his hands on his hips and his eyes drop down to the purity ring that’s still on your ring finger. “Virgin, huh?” He snorts again. “You certainly played the little whore well enough. Could put you right to work in the brothel from your little act.”

You shake your head at his venomous words, understanding that he thinks you lied to him, and roll your eyes, “I lost my virginity at sixteen. I certainly did not give my virginity to you, Peña. I had to promise my daddy that I was a good girl so he’d let me study art otherwise I’d have to go to business school or some other boring bullshit like that. He has no idea that I am not a virgin and I’d like to keep it that way until I finish school in a year.” You confess, “he’s paying for my school so those are the conditions, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

He searches your eyes, weighing your words before his shoulders slump slightly. His stance shifting to one that is less defensive, less hostile. “You’ve been on my cock nearly every day since I met you.” He reminds you. “When the fuck would I have time to fuck another woman and do my job?”

You sigh, crossing your arms, “I don’t know. I just - I got jealous.” You confess with a murmur and Javier smirks, making you huff and turn your back to him. He walks over to you, his hands finding your hips, “you are enough to handle without fucking another woman.” He promises and you spin in his arms, “really?” You ask, biting your lip, and he nods, “and I, uh, I don’t want to fuck anyone else right now.” He confesses and you release your lip to grin, surging forward to press your lips to his.

He should have suspected that you would throw yourself at him, but you manage to make him stumble back. You jumped into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist and he holds onto your ass. Spinning around and rushing towards the bedroom while still kissing you just as frantically as you are kissing him.

You feel like you never get enough of him. Not only is the sex the best you’d ever had, you love seeing how intense he is when it comes to his job. You hate how he forgets to eat and drink unless it’s whiskey and he smokes a pack a day trying to catch Escobar. He’s nuanced and you want to find out every small detail you can about him. “I want you.” You declare breathlessly despite him already knowing that when he lays you down on your bed and reaches for your shoes to pull them off.

“That's why you came.” He chuckles, peeling off your socks and tossing them behind him. “You wanted to yell at me, rile me up, and then get me to fuck you like I always do.” He pulls his shirt over his head and unbuttons his pants. Quickly dragging them down his thighs to kick off.

“Fuck. Please baby. Even mad at you, I’ve been thinking about how good you fuck me. I need you to wreck me again.” You pant as you reach for the hem of your shirt, dragging it over your head to expose your bra at the same time he’s unbuttoning your shorts to drag them down your legs along with your panties.

He smirks when you spread your legs wide, already soaked for him. “And I thought about how easily you took my cock when I thought you were a virgin.” He chuckles. “Should have known better. You were no innocent little girl, you’re a woman hiding your true self from your daddy.” He kneels on the bed and reaches for your hand. “You never wear this around me.”

You shake your head, “felt like it was dumb. I didn’t want you to think that I was married or explain why I wear this stupid ring.” You confess, watching him as he twists the ring on your finger.

He smirks, taking your hand and crossing it over your chest so it’s over your heart. “Keep your hand right there, hermosa.” He orders, winking at you before reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing his handcuffs. He snaps one around the bed frame and the other around your other wrist.

Your eyes widen but you aren’t scared. You trust Javier and you know he has the key somewhere. The cold metal on your overheated skin has you clenching around nothing and you keep your hand on your chest, the other hand cuffed to his bed, while his hands slide along your thighs until he’s shuffling closer. “Javi. Baby. Please.” You whine that quickly turns into a moan when he pushes into your dripping cunt.

He groans, always loving how tight you are. Every time he fucks you, he gets a little more obsessed with the way you respond. You move with him, clenching down around him so perfectly. Now he watches his cock plunge deep into your pussy while the flash of your fake purity ring flashes from the top of his vision.

You wrap your legs around him, pushing him deeper on his next thrust, and your chest heaves under your hand at the way he looks looming over you. “You’re so good.” You gasp when he adjusts his hips while reaching for your hand.

“You’re not.” He smirks, meaning it in the most filthy way. He takes your hand and brings it up to his mouth. Sliding your ring finger into his mouth and gripping the ring with his teeth to pull it off as he starts snapping his hips sharply, increasing the pace so your tits jiggle.

You watch him spit your ring across the room and you clamp down on his cock. Fuck, that was hot. “Javi. Oh fuck.” You cry, his spit cold on your finger as he pulls back and fuck, you’re obsessed with him. The way he claimed you and spat out the thing that’s supposed to signify your purity. “Fuck. I- I’m not good.” You confess, wanting to give him what he wants.

He chuckles, ramping up his thrusts. “No, you aren’t.” You whimper as you take the pace that he sets with ease. “You’re sexy and want to fuck.” He’s never met a woman who wants sex like he does. You use it to relax, to forget, just like he does. Oftentimes going home or falling asleep right after. There’s not the expectation of an emotional attachment, but he’s aware that one is forming, at least for him.

Your head tilts back and he leans down to press his lips to your neck. He loves it. You love it. You don’t want to stop doing this. You want to keep him inside of you every night. “Fuck. I want to fuck you.” You clarify and he nods, a cocky Kirk on his face that you wipe away by clenching around him. “Keep going. Just like that.” You order breathlessly.

His nod is short, one little tilt of his head as he obeys you. Keeping his pace the same, rocking into you. Watching as your tits bounce, your cunt taking every thrust easily as your hips roll up. “Goddamn you are so tight.” He hisses, fingers digging into your hips as he holds you down.

He holds you down in the angle that’s making your eyes roll into the back of your head as he fucks you. He’s hitting that spot that makes your chest heave and you love it. “Keep going, Javi. Shit. Gonna make me cum if you keep it up.” You confess, shifting your weight onto one elbow and you reach down to rub your clit.

“Then do it.” He huffs, panting as he tries to keep the perfect angle. You’re like a vice, tight and wet around him. “Fucking love when you scream my name.”

You frantically rub your clit, looking up at him as he pushes deep into your pussy. “Shit baby. Shit. I’m gonna - oh fuck. I- oh. Ohhhh.” You collapse back onto the bed, clamping down on his cock and soaking him.

You always cum like a waterfall, his cock is soaked and it’s dripping down. Making the loudest squelching sound as he continues to fuck you. “Yesssss, yes.” He hisses, hovering over you and losing control. His hips slap against your thighs and his own release is just a few pumps away.

You watch him as he clenches his jaw, so close to filling you up, and you nod, watching him. “Cum for me, baby, want you to fill me up. Send me home to my daddy dripping your cum.” You order, knowing he will be egged on by that.

He should have not been affected by that, but he is. That rebellious streak, that defiance that loves to thumb his nose at authority, takes over. He groans your name loudly and pushes deep, immediately cumming as he obeys you. Filling you up to the brim with his cum.

You sigh, loving how hot he feels as he pulses inside you. He’s been testing your birth control but you take it like clockwork. “That’s it baby. Fuck, you feel so good. Love the way you cum inside me. No one else has ever made me feel this way.” You confess, head lolling as your orgasm makes you hazy.

Javi grunts, leaning down and pressing kisses to your neck and up to your lips as he rides it out. He doesn’t comment, because he knows it’s just the post orgasmic bliss talking. You’ve been pretty clear it’s his cock you want and nothing more, which suits him just fine. He takes a moment before he slowly pulls out of you. “Water or whiskey?” He asks, sitting up and stroking your knee as you lay there.

You watch him as his dark eyes study you and you smile, “whiskey.” You order and he nods, shuffling off the bed and you chuckle, “uh, are you forgetting something Peña?” You ask, looking up at your handcuffed wrist. He snorts and fumbles to get the key to unlock the cuffs. He rubs your wrist and presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “Whiskey.” He reminds himself and you watch his ass as he strides into his living room. You stumble to his bathroom to clean up and pee, afterwards reaching for his discarded shirt once you’ve pulled on your panties. You walk into his living room with his shirt unbuttoned to find him carrying two glasses of whiskey from his bar. You sit down on the sofa, tucking your legs underneath you before you accept the glass. “So how was the intel from the girl?”

He sits down beside you with a groan, not bothering to go back to the bedroom to find his pants, just dragging the afghan down from the back of the couch. “If it turns out to be good, it will be worth every dollar paid.” He tells you before he takes a sip of his drink. “She’s a good girl in a shitty job.” He tells you, not wanting you to judge her too harshly. “Parents were killed when she was younger, and she had two little brothers to feed.”

You nod, brow furrowing at the idea of being in that situation. You’ve been very lucky to be able to live the life you do. “Oh God, she’s - I understand now why you have a soft spot for her. You’re a good man, Javi.” You reach up to caress his cheek, “I know you don’t think so but I do. I think you’re an asshole.” You reveal and he snorts, turning his head to kiss your palm, “but you have a good heart.”

There are moments where you seem to lay him bare. See down into the very heart that beats in his chest. He looks away and sighs before he takes another sip. “Everyone’s gotta eat.” He says simply, looking back over at you, “what’s gonna happen once you get the degree daddy doesn’t approve of?” He asks.

You chuckle, shrugging one shoulder, “I am going to get a job working in a museum or a gallery and I want to paint when I’m not working. Maybe one day I’ll have my own gallery.” You hum, “it’s my passion. It’s what I want to do. Do you think you’ll be a DEA agent forever?” You ask, tangling your free fingers in his, “what happens when you catch Escobar?”

He frowns slightly, the future something that hasn’t even thought of. Hell, he doesn’t know if he will survive Colombia if he’s honest with himself. “There’s always gonna be the next cartel.” He admits, hating that it’s true. “They pop up everywhere. It’ll be a new case and a new duty station.”

You nod, knowing he’s right and you’re not sure he’d ever give up being an agent. It’s ingrained in him, in his DNA. The need to help people and take down bad guys, even when it’s destroying him. “Well, the DEA should know how lucky they are to have you, I feel lucky to have you for a short while.” You offer him a soft smile, sipping your whiskey. “I better get dressed. I gotta get up early for class.” You pull back before you can say something else that’s stupid. You set the empty glass down and shuffle off his sofa, leaving him there so you can get dressed. Your face burns as you shrug off his shirt and pull on your shorts, quickly rushing to his front door. “I’ll see you around, Peña.” You offer, finding him still sitting on the sofa with the throw over his waist. “Uh, sure. See you around.” He murmurs and you open his door, rushing down the hallway and your heart pounds. When did your heart ache with the desire to stay? That’s not what this is.

****

Tapping his pen on the desk, he doesn’t see you walk into his office days later, but he smells you. The perfume you wear is one that is branded into his memory and his cock twitches, immediately hardening. He murmurs your name before he looks up to find you standing next to his desk. “What are you doing here this morning?” There’s a look in your eyes, one he hasn’t seen before, but it’s almost reckless. You grab his hand and he’s glad Steve went to use the bathroom as you drag him out of his chair and towards the small records room where they keep boxes and files of reports for Escobar.

You close the door behind you and stride over to him, pushing him against the cabinets, and he chuckles, “what’s gotten into you, hermosa?” He asks and you don’t answer, you lean forward to press your lips to his neck. “Came to have lunch with my daddy. Thought about you the whole time. I need you, baby. Been wet since I walked in here thinking about how you fucked me last time.” You confess, sliding your hand down to squeeze his cock.

He chuckles, aware that the last time was only a day ago, but your sex drive is just as high as his. Maybe even higher. “And you thought you would come down here and get me to fuck you before going back home to study?” his fingers are already tugging at the hem of your skirt, dragging it up. “Fuck.” He hisses, eyes flashing darkly when he realizes you aren’t even wearing panties.

His fingers dig into your bare ass as you fumble to pull his hard cock from his jeans. “I thought you’d want to fuck me before I go home to study and I’ve got your cum dripping from me on my way home.” You smirk against his jaw but quickly transition into a moan when the tips of his fingers slide through your folds when he spreads your ass cheeks. “Need you now, Peña.”

He grunts, feeling you guiding him towards your dripping entrance. “Then it’s a good thing you dropped by.” He drops his hips slightly and pushes into you with a smooth, quick thrust. The shelving behind you rattles slightly and you smirk. “Gotta be quiet.” He reminds you as you reach back to hold onto it.

Your head hits the metal cabinet with a thud as a soft moan escapes your lips. He always stretches you out and it pinches a little but you don’t care. You lift your leg higher and he grabs your thigh, changing the angle so he can slide deeper. “Fuck. How do you always feel so good?” You pant, hands trailing along his back until you’re gripping his shoulders. His lips brush yours and you taste the cigarettes and coffee. A sign that he’s been stressed and busy today.

“Because you’re so tight.” He could ask you the same thing. You always fit like a glove, his groan is smothered against your lips as he starts to move. Short, deep thrusts that have you bouncing in his arms. “Fuck.” He hisses, loving the way you squeeze your thighs around his waist.

“Don’t hold back. Fuck me hard. I don’t even care if you cum first.” You promise and he snorts, stopping his motion for a moment to pull back and look at you, “you know that doesn’t happen.” You chuckle, “maybe one day I’ll get you to break.” You tease, gasping when he thrusts hard to take your breath away. “That day ain’t today, baby.” He promises and you moan, rocking your hips down to meet his thrusts, your eyes fluttering closed.

The sex is incredible, possibly the best he’s ever fucking had and he’s gotten addicted to it, to you. He wasn’t lying when he told you that he hadn’t been interested in fucking anyone else. Why would he be when you blow his mind and are always ready to jump him? Plus, it’s satisfying to look the ambassador in the eyes and know that he’s fucking the man’s daughter, the daughter he believes is still a virgin in her late twenties. It’s laughable, and he gets him through the bullshit some days. “That’s it, hermosa.” He coos, kissing along your jaw. “Want you to think about this instead of paying attention to your books tonight.” Working on a masters is hard work, and he’s more than impressed that you’ve stuck through it. He couldn’t, even with his love of learning. Javi isn’t stupid, he has two bachelor degrees, but he didn’t have an interest in going farther.

“I always do. Amazed that I’m passing when I keep thinking about you all the time.” You confess breathlessly, turning your head so you can press your lips to his. You slide your tongue into his mouth, shifting onto your tip toes so you can change the angle. “Fuck, right there.” You tell him, knowing he’s no stranger to taking directions if it means making you cum.

He grunts, kissing you while he keeps his hips angle just the way you need. Both of you so close to cumming. He can tell because your breath starts coming out in whimpers, getting gradually louder while he drinks them all in. “Cum baby.” He begs, wanting to feel it around him.

“Oh shit. Shit. Shit.” You hiss, clamping down on his cock a few moments later, soaking him, and your nails dig into his shoulders as your head hits the filing cabinet. “Goddamn baby. I love this. Cum for me. Fill me up.” You order, “wanna - wanna drip you.”

He groans your name, loving how filthy you are despite the prim and proper appearance you give off. No one would ever imagine what a cock hungry slut you are for him. “Fuuuuuuck.” He hisses,Pumping his hips a couple more times before he’s falling apart. Pushing deep and filling you up just like you begged him to.

You sigh, sliding your hands up to caress his neck, and you peck his lips. “Never get tired of that feeling.” You murmur, lowering your leg. “You’re so good to me, baby.” You know he’s never taken you on a date but you know what he’s about, who he is.

He hums, squeezing your waist before he pulls out of you. “Panties in your purse?” He asks, sure that you wouldn’t have gone to lunch with your dad without them. It’s more likely you had stopped in the bathroom to take them off. You nod and he tucks his cock away to bend down and fish them out of the pocketbook that had dropped to the ground in your haste to have each other. “Step into them, hermosa.” He tells you, turning them right side out and opening them wide for you to put on without stepping out of your heels.

You are touched by the action, doing as he says, and he slides them up your legs. When he’s done, you cup his cheeks and kiss him. “Thank you.” You murmur, caressing his cheek when you pull back. “I’ll see you later, Peña.” You murmur, offering him a soft smile. He nods and you open the door to the filing room, checking the hallway, and you offer him a wink before you disappear, ready to head back to your apartment and shower.

Javi gives himself another moment, taking a deep breath and sighing. This thing with you is getting more complicated and he runs his hand through his hair before going back out to his office. “Mother fucker.” Steve is at his desk, glaring at Javi as he sits down. “Now you’re fucking her in the records room?” He hisses quietly. “You’re gonna get caught and I’m gonna let you swing by yourself.” Javi huffs and rolls his eyes as he glances down at his desk. “Shut up.” He grumbles, picking up a folder that wasn’t there earlier.

Steve rolls his eyes, “man, she must be some lay to have you risking everything.” Steve scoffs and sees the tenseness that overtakes his partner as he opens the folder. “What’s wrong?” He asks, pushing away from his desk to stand up. He walks over, thinking it’s something good they can use for Escobar and when he sees the contents, his eyes widen. “Shit.” He whistles, “who took those?”

“I don’t fucking know.” Javi hisses, slapping the picture down. It’s one of several, each one just as graphic as the next. Taken in his Jeep, it’s pictures of him and him. You, on top of him, riding him while he sucks on your nipple. Another one taken from a different angle and shows you with his cock in your mouth. “Fuck.” He blows out a breath. “Whoever it is, wants me to know that they know.” It’s stating the obvious, But he doesn’t know why the pictures were sent without any note. “And it’s not a good thing.”

Steve nods, “it certainly ain’t good. What do they want? Was there a note?” He asks and Javi shakes his head. “They want me to know they know…maybe they will come forward.” He guesses, and Steve nods, “let’s hope the ambassador doesn’t get a copy of these because you’ll be a dead man walking.”

Javi snorts, well aware that his stint in Colombia - probably his entire career - would be over. “No shit.” He huffs. “I can’t tell her about this.” He decides, shoving the pictures back into the folder and slapping it shut. “She would freak out and I can’t risk that.”

****

You hum as you admire Javier, reaching out to trail your finger along his nose. “Anyone told you you’re fucking gorgeous?” You ask, leg thrown over his. You had sex about twenty minutes ago but you’re not rushing off. You’re still in his bed, smoking a cigarette and sipping whiskey like you don’t have a care in the world.

Unease twists in Javi’s gut, making him snort as he shakes his head, bringing another cigarette up to his lips. Normally not opposed to sharing with you, his nerves are on edge and he has been chain smoking more than usual. “You might want to get your eyes checked, hermosa.” His whiskey glass is empty, he’s been drinking more too, and he sighs. “I need another drink.” He huffs.

You push on his chest as he goes to move, “let me get it for you, baby.” You kiss his cheek and shift off the bed. He watches you as you take his glass and walk out to his bar. A record playing softly, almost on the last track, and you sigh as you reach for the bottle of whiskey. There’s a folder on the coffee table and you frown, curious if it’s from one of his informants so you walk over to it, opening it and you drop the glass in your hand. It shatters on the tile, glass everywhere and you choke. “Hermosa?” Javier panics, rushing out with his gun in his hand as he thinks someone has broken in but he finds you standing there with the photos in your hand. “Did you take these?” You choke out, tears in your eyes.

His stomach drops, lowering the gun until it’s by his side. “No.” He answers honestly, watching as you shuffle through the pictures, choking out a sob when you see all the intimate positions that had been photographed. More photos had arrived yesterday, more of the same day, but it’s showing just how many pictures they have. “I didn’t.” He promises.

You stare at him, tears sliding down your cheeks, “are you - who took these? Do you know?” You ask, stomach twisting with disgust and you feel so violated. “I can’t - oh God.” You choke on a sob.

His eyes are hard, but he knows that you can see through him. You know that he knows. “I’ll handle it.” He tells you. “This is about me, not you.”

You shake your head, unable to believe he’s saying this, “this is about both of us. If my dad sees these, we are both fucked. I don’t - were you going to tell me about these?”

Javi shifts guiltily and looks away. “I’m handling it.” He tells you stubbornly. The second set of pictures had finally come with the revelation of who was behind it and what they wanted. He already scheduled a meeting with the ambassador first thing in the morning.

“How?” You ask, eyebrows raised as tears continue to slide down your cheeks, “who is it? What do they want?” You ask, “you’ve got thirty seconds to tell me the truth otherwise I’m walking out this door and these photos will be all you have of us. I won’t forgive you for not telling me.”

Javi sighs and runs his hand through his hair, contemplating not telling you for a single moment. But he doesn’t want you to hate him, even though this thing between you is now over. Tonight is the last night he was going to be able to touch you. “The CIA.” He reveals. “They want me gone.” He huffs, dropping his hand back down to his side and wishes he had another cigarette. “And they’re gonna get it. I’m resigning tomorrow morning.”

You shake your head, rushing forward to cup his cheeks, “no. No. You can’t resign. You’ve worked so hard. Those bastards can’t just - shit. We can go to them. Try to bargain.” You argue but Javi shakes his head, “no. No. They will just tell your father and then you’ll lose the money for your degree.” He argues and you shake your head, “I don’t care. I’ll - I’ll take out a loan. I’ll work nights.” You counter and he smiles, “you’re so close. You are going to be a great artist. Just - let me do this. Let’s not fuck up both our careers.” You can see the desire to protect you in his eyes and you surge forward to wrap your arms around his neck. “I can’t believe you’re doing this for me.” You choke, kissing his jaw.

He holds you tight for a moment before he pulls away. There’s a lot he could say but he can’t form the words. He stares at you for a moment before he leans in and kisses you one last time. “Go home, hermosa.” He murmurs as he pulls away. “And try to be good.”

You swallow harshly, hating how your heart breaks and you know you are being selfish, you should tell him that you’ll fight this together but you know you’ll both lose. You step back, grabbing your clothes and you quickly dress. “See you around, Peña.” You murmur, glancing back at him before you close the door to his apartment for the last time.

****

“This is a surprise.” Your father doesn’t exactly look pleased to be staring at Javier this morning, but he motions him towards a chair on the other side of his desk. “Coleen didn’t say what this is about.” Javi hadn’t told her. He sits down, slightly nervous as he taps his fingers on the embroidered chair. “I didn’t tell her.”

You know Javier is meeting with your father today but you don't know when. You couldn't sleep, unable to imagine Javier leaving Colombia after working so hard to take down Escobar. Your father would likely forgive you...he wouldn't forgive him. You storm past Colleen who says "he's in a meeting" but you don't hear her as you stomp in, facing your father as you rush out, "daddy, I need to tell you something." You don't wait for his response, "I am sleeping with Peña and he's a great agent. The CIA is blackmailing him and he was going to resign because of my stupid purity pledge and wanting me to finish my degree but goddamnit I am a grown woman who loves sex and I love Javier and I don't care what you do to me but do not let him resign because he's the best damn agent the DEA has to catch Escobar. You need to tell the CIA to fuck off and I'll take whatever punishment you want but I don't regret anything." Your chest heaves as you stare at your father and his eyes flick to the chair in front of him where Javier sits.

Javi shifts, wishing that you had just let him resign. Stunned by the fact that you would risk your own future for him. That you just confessed that you love him. “Um-“ your head whips around when he clears his throat. “Sir-“ “Is this true?” Your father’s question is hissed out, his face twisted in fury as he pushes back from his chair. “Are you taking advantage of my little girl?” That pisses Javi off and he snorts as he stands himself. The time for pleasantries and formalities are apparently past, not that he really cares for them anyway. “She’s not a little girl. She’s a full grown woman capable of making her own decisions.” He huffs, but your father just shouts, “that’s not what I asked!” Javi doesn’t flinch under the man’s glare. “I don’t give a fuck what you asked.” Javi spits. “I’m not telling you a goddamn thing about my relationship with her. It’s none of your fucking business, daughter or not.”

“He didn’t take advantage of me. I- I took advantage of him. Daddy…I’m a grown woman and I felt like I had to lie to you to keep you happy. I lost - I have been lying while wearing the purity ring since I was sixteen.” You confess and your father looks at you in shock. “I haven’t gotten pregnant. I’m sensible. I - I love Javier. I didn’t at first and he’s probably the last man in the embassy I should love considering his reputation but I love him and I trust him with everything I am. Don’t punish him. Punish me if you want to blame someone.”

The room is completely quiet for a solid minute, everyone holding their ground. Your father looks ready to punch Javi, or shoot him, glaring at him with a look that could make a lesser man cringe. Javi doesn’t look away. “And you?” He asks after a moment, “you decided it was amusing to sleep with the ambassador’s daughter?” He asks Javi, who shrugs, “I didn’t know who she was the first night.” He admits. “When I found out, I was pissed, but she wanted more than just being your good daughter.” He tells your father. “And because of this, of me, pictures of her have been taken.” He straightens. “I’m not going to let those CIA fucks embarrass her. I love her and I’m going to protect her.”

“Photos? What photos? Of her?” Your father growls but your heart is pounding at Javier’s words. “You love me?” You ask breathlessly, “like - love or in love?” You want clarification, “because I’m so in love with you I have been painting in the middle of the night to process my feelings and I feel insane.”

Javi ignores your dad and turns towards you, his eyes softening. “Do you think I would give my job up if I wasn’t in love with you?” He asks gently, taking your waist when you step closer to him. Your father blusters something, but he doesn’t hear what the other man says. “You got under my skin, in my head.” He admits. “All I could do was wonder when I would see you again. I hated it and craved it.” He shakes his head. “I love you, hermosa.”

You smile, cupping his cheeks, and you surge forward to press your lips to his. “I love you, baby.” You murmur before you deepen the kiss. Your father watches in shock and you eagerly kiss the man you love. Your father is taken back by the display and it sinks in. You’re a grown woman and you’re in love. With Agent Peña. You smile as he nudges his nose against yours. “I love you.” You whisper and he smiles, squeezing your waist. “I’ll deal with the CIA. Give me names and I’ll handle it. You’re not resigning Peña but you hurt one hair on my little girl’s head and you’ll be back in Laredo quicker than you can say ‘howdy’.”

He doesn’t say “howdy” but he understands what the man is saying. Nodding, he is amazed that this has turned out as well as it has. “And she can finish her degree?” He asks, knowing that if your father says no, he will foot the bill himself. It’s the least he could do after you saved his career in the most dramatic fashion possible.

Your father nods, "she can finish her degree." You smile, happy that your father isn't screaming at you. He likely will in private but at least Javier's job is saved. "Go. Get out of here before I change my mind." He orders and you take Javier's hand to guide him from your father's office.

Javi lets out a sigh as the door closes behind him, Colleen’s watchful eyes on both of you, so he takes charge to drag you back towards the DEA offices. “I can’t believe you did that.” He huffs as he walks, squeezing your hand and glancing over. “You just-“ he chuckles. “Marched in and announced you were sleeping with me.”

You offer him a nervous chuckle, “yeah. I had to do something and that kinda came out of my mouth.” You admit, pulling him closer when you’re in the hallway, playing with his fingers. “I, uh, did mean it. You know, when I said I’m in love with you. I don’t know if you said it to save face but I wanted you to know I meant it.”

Javi frowns, shaking his head as he pulls you into the office and closes the door. “I didn’t say it to save face.” He murmurs softly, reaching up to cup your cheek. “I- I’m not good with words. Not really. Not when they matter.” He admits. “I’m good at flirting and seducing. But this-“ he huffs slightly. “You are the one good thing in my day. My retreat from all the bad shit I see. I love you.”

You smile, covering his hand on your cheek and you lean in to softly kiss him. “I love you too. I want - I want to keep seeing you. See where this goes. I don’t want to be a secret anymore.” You murmur and he nods, “everyone is gonna know soon.” He snorts and you chuckle, “Colleen is gonna be devastated.” Javi retorts, “every man in the embassy is gonna be devastated. They all wanted you. Just didn’t have the balls.” You press your forehead against his, “except you.” He huffs, “I think I gotta admit you made the first move…all the moves. But I would’ve been the same as the others, thinking about you but not doing anything because of your dad.” You slide your hand down to grab his, tangling your fingers together. “Well now that he knows…I want you to fuck me in the interrogation room.” You grin and he exhales sharply, “shit. You’re gonna get us in trouble. Your dad is barely accepting this.” You drag him towards the door, “he won’t find out if no one tells him. I’ve been bad, Agent Peña. I think you need to do a strip search.” You tease, guiding him down the hall which is thankfully empty. “Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.” He snorts and you giggle, “but what a way to go.” Dragging him into the interrogation room, you giggle when he locks the door. Your secret relationship is no longer secret, but that doesn’t mean you have to stop sneaking around. It’s too much fun.

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professorsnape394 · 7 months ago

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DAY 12: Loving in Secret

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Rating: 😡

Prompt: Victory

Summary: Y/N is determined to get Severus to admit to his feelings for her.

A/N: Obsessed with Jealous Snape!! I think I may have to write more like this, let me know if that's something you might be interested in.

Warnings: Jealousy. Duels. Injury.

Word Count: 3194

Credits to Gif Creator.

Meeting with the Order of the Phoenix had always a tiresome day for Severus. While he dreaded spending the day in the home of his childhood bully and long-time enemy, Sirius Black, he was grateful for the time he was able to spend with the one woman who brought a smile to his face.

Y/N had been seeing Severus for a few months now, though they had never actually made anything official. They agreed to a casual relationship at first, but they both knew there was more to it than that. Her feelings for the wizard only grew with each passing day, but still Severus refused to admit he felt anything other than lust for the young woman.

Still, she revelled in the nights they spent together, however fleeting they seemed. It was hard for them to gain any alone time together given her less than ideal living situation with his childhood enemy coupled with the fact he refused to invite her into his home. Still, they managed to steal a few moments together here and there.

Today’s meeting was particularly agonising for Severus, nothing of note being said that he didn’t already know. Mad Eye’s voice faded into a singular drone, as Severus leaned back lazily in his chair. His thoughts on nothing but the woman across from him. It had been too long since he had felt her hands on his body; the softness of her skin intertwining with his rough calloused hands, he missed the sweetness of her mouth on his, the sound of her gasps when his hand found its way between her legs, but he especially missed the drooling mess she became when he fucked her hard and rough, his hand covering her mouth to ensure they wouldn’t make a sound.

Y/N tried hard not to look in Severus’ direction to avoid suspicion, regardless she could still feel the way his gaze raked over her body, his mind wandering to places they should not go at a time like this. A red-hot flush crept its way up her neck, the thought of Severus checking her out so publicly sent a rush straight to her core. She cleared her throat and sat up straighter, attempting to dissuade Severus’ glances. He did not take the hint.

Idly pacing around the room like a hyperactive dog, Severus couldn’t help but feel irritated by the mere presence of Sirius Black in his own home, though when the man turned his attention on Y/N his blood began to boil.

Sliding up behind her, Black placed a hot mug of tea in front of Y/N; in innocent gesture from any other, but Snape knew Black always had a motive. The young witch flashed his rival a sweet smile, thanking him for her beverage. Confirming his suspicions, Sirius lingered behind Y/N resting a heavy hand on each of her shoulders, gently massaging. Severus had to hold back his primal instincts, forcing himself not to curse the man for even thinking he can touch what is his. Sirius didn’t move his hands for the remainder of the meeting, neither did Severus’ gaze on them.

The meeting continued for a further forty-five minutes before its members were finally free. However, Molly Weasley had insisted she make everyone a meal before they left, so the house was particularly more crowded than normal.

Y/N shot Severus a look, telling him to meet her upstairs while everyone else seemed preoccupied with chatter. The Potion’s Master wasted no time hesitating, moving the second she gave the order, stealthily disappearing up to her bedroom.

Y/N was not so lucky in her escape. Sirius watched on closely as she swiftly exited the room.

“Oh, thank God.” Y/n gasped at the sight of Snape standing in the middle of her bedroom. Closing the door she hurried towards him, throwing her hands over his head and pulling her body close to his. Instinctively Severus hands fell to her hips, though quickly began to roam when her lips met his.

Balancing on her tiptoes to match his height, she moaned into his mouth.

“God, I’ve missed you.”

“It’s been too long.” His words were muffled by her neck as he kissed his way down to her collar bone, nipping the skin with his teeth once or twice.

She let out a single sharp gasp; the kind he loved so much and he found himself dreaming of regularly.

“How much time do we have?” Severus rasped, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear that had gone awry.

“Not long. Molly said dinner will be out shortly.”

“We’ll have to be quick then.”

Y/N groaned at the prospect. They were forever having to rush their time together, just once she wanted to be able to savour her time with him, maybe then he would actually stick around after sex and she might have the chance to discuss their feelings for each other. As it were, the couple were resigned to hot and heavy meet ups in secret, providing Severus with the perfect excuse to keep her at arm’s length.

“Don’t you think we should just tell people? I’m tired of sneaking around behind everyone’s back.”

Severus nuzzled into the crook of her neck, sucking softly on her skin.

“We’re not telling anyone, because there is nothing to tell. No one needs to know that we’re sleeping together, Y/N.”

She pulled away from him to look him in the eye.

“But what if it becomes more?”

“It won’t.” He stated firmly.

“But –“

“We’ve spoke about this Y/N.”

Her heart dropped despite expecting nothing less; Severus had always made his intentions with her very clear; it was foolish of Y/N to hope otherwise.

Snape made to unbuckle his belt, just as there came a knock at the door.

The pair exchanged a panicked glance.

“Y/N.” Sirius called from the other side of the door. “Are you alright?”

“Fine, thanks. I just came up to look for my wand.” She attempted to dissuade him.

“Do you need any help looking?” The door handle twitched under his grip.

“No, thanks! I’ll be down in a minute.”

The door, thankfully, remained closed. Sirius footsteps faded as he made his way back down the stairs.

Severus was on her in an instant, his hands raking through her tangled mess of hair, capturing her mouth in an aggressive kiss.

Y/N moaned once more, savouring the way his tongue dominated her mouth.

“I have to go.” She sighed, reluctantly. Sirius would be expecting her back down any second, if she didn’t show, he was sure to come up again.

It was Severus’ turn to groan; the tightness of his trousers had become almost too much to bear. It had been so long since their last session, and now who knows when they would next get a moment together.

“I’m sorry. Stay for dinner, I might be able to escape after that.”

Reluctantly, Severus agreed to her offer. Promising to follow shortly behind once she left.

Unsurprisingly, the kitchen was swarmed with people. Countless Weasley’s and numerous other Order members took up the majority of seats around the table. Y/N and Sirius opted to stand on the outskirts of the table, knowing there would be plenty of left overs for them to have once everyone left. Which allowed Severus to slip into the remaining seat practically unnoticed.

Severus sat straight in his chair, arms crossed, eyes laser focused on the couple huddled on the other side of the room. Y/N and Sirius leaned against the kitchen cabinets, giggling together like a couple of school children. Snape watched as Sirius leaned into his friend, brushing aside the loose strand of hair, and whispering something in her ear. Y/N threw her head back and cackled to the sky. It occurred to Snape you had never laughed so hard at anything he had said before, sending a burning feeling of jealousy to his gut. He watched on as Y/N placed her had on the centre of Sirius chest, an attempt to steady herself from her bout of hysteria. Severus jaw clenched.

Finally able to calm herself down, Y/N stalked the length of the table, checking out the food on offer. Severus eyes followed the woman intensely until she came to a stop directly behind him.

“Something bothering you?” She whispered in his ear, noticing the tension coursing through his body.

Severus remained silent, already wary that by standing next to each other they were exposing themselves. She could tell her relationship with Sirius pissed Severus off, but he would never admit it. If he did, he would have to tell her why it bothered him so much. And she knew he was not ready to admit to anything yet. Y/N stole a forkful of carrots from his plate and continued her round of the table.

Sirius joined the woman in her hunt for scraps, the two of them lurking around like a couple of vultures. While, Y/N was simply focused on stuffing as much food into her mouth as possible, Sirius’ attention remained solely on her. When she bent to stick her fork into a bowl of roast potatoes, Sirius rested a hand on the small of her back, keeping it there to draw her closer to him. Severus watched on furiously, his nostrils flaring at the sight. Y/N bit into a large roast potato and moaned appreciatively. Severus mind wandered to an inappropriate place and it was clear Sirius’ did the same.

“My God, Molly, those potatoes are amazing. What did you put in them?”

Severus went deaf to the world as Y/N held her forkful of potato out for Sirius to take a bite from. He took hold of her wrist, bringing her hand up to his mouth, and made intense eye contact while he slipped the potato from its tines.

Severus’ hands balled into fists and his teeth ground together. It was everything he could do to stop himself from lashing out at the man he already despised.

Either this woman was deliberately trying to drive him mad or she truly saw nothing wrong with her actions; either option was maddening to him.

Severus almost hit his breaking point was when Sirius used his thumb to swipe a drop of gravy from the corner of Y/N’s mouth, bringing it back to her lips to lick.

All idle chatter stopped at the sound of Snape’s chair screeching across the hardwood floors. At risk of exposing their casual relationship, Severus stormed out of the kitchen.

Y/N wasn’t shocked by his reaction. In fact, she was so close to breaking him it almost made her giddy. There was no hiding his feelings for her when this was how he reacted.

After dinner, Y/N helped Molly clear up while everyone else retired to the Livingroom. No one dared speak a word to the brooding Potion’s Master who sat stewing in a single armchair by the fire. To be honest everyone was shocked he was still here, but no one was brave enough to question it; Except Sirius.

“Still here, Snivellus? Thought you’d have slithered off back to that hovel of yours.”

“At least I’m able to slither anywhere, Black. You set one foot outside, and it’s straight back to Azkaban. Tell me, who’s a better roommate? Y/N or the dementors.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m that bad, Severus.” Y/N scoffed at his comparison, shooting him a stern glare as she returned from the kitchen.

“I wasn’t meaning like that.” He sighed to himself.

“Don’t worry about it. Sirius and I have a good thing going here, let’s hope he won’t be returning to Azkaban any time soon, shall we?”

Severus said nothing. He hated the fact you lived with his worst enemy, but he what he hated even more was you defending Sirius over him. The sly grin on the other man’s face showed he had won this round.

Y/N perched on the arm of the chair next to Sirius, finding every other chair occupied.

“Here. Take my seat.” Severus jumped up from his spot on the armchair.

“No need, Snivellus.” Sirius stopped Y/N in her tracks. “There’s plenty of room for her right here.” He budged up a few inches, patting the space next to him. His gaze remained fixed on Snapes, a challenge that said whoever’s offer you took would be the victor.

Eyes flicking between the two men Y/N had a choice to make. While she didn’t like to see Severus defeated by childhood bully, the obvious answer was to sit with Sirius. Not only would everyone get a seat, but doing so would further rile Snape up, maybe then he would be ready to admit to his feelings for her.

“Sit back down, Severus. I’ll be fine here.” She slipped into the edge of the couch; her thighs pushed right up against her friend’s.

Sirius’ grin grew wider at the second small victory. He placed his arm around Y/N’s shoulders, pulling her into his chest.

Severus’ jaw clenched once more. The sight of Sirius resting his arm on her so confidently had him seeing red.

“Has it ever occurred to you, Black, that the woman might not want your grubby paws all over her.” He spat.

“That woman has a name, and a voice too come to think of it. I’m sure if Y/N felt in any way uncomfortable around me she would say as much.”

“Perhaps she is just being polite.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Are you jealous, Snape?” Sirius laughed, realisation hitting him. “Are you jealous that a girl like Y/N is not repulsed by the thought of me touching her, as she would you.” Sirius placed an arm on Y/N’s knee to drive home his point.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” Snape scoffed.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Severus fought back the urge to lash out at him, standing slowly from his chair once again.

“It seems I have overstayed my welcome.” His tone was eerily calm.

Sirius smirked, basking in his victory.

“You always have been all bark, Severus. Next time you’re here remember your place in this house; you are not wanted.”

“The next time I’m here, Black.” Severus sneered. “I’ll be laughing at your pathetic attempts to win Y/N over, Then I’ll take her upstairs and fuck her until the only thing she knows how to say is my name. MY name Black, not yours.”

The room fell silent at the Professor’s words, everyone’s attention focusing in on him and Sirius.

Molly threw a hand over her mouth in shock, quickly trying to usher her children from the room.

Sirius stood from his seat, pointing his wand in the direction of the Potion’s Master.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“I said; I’m going to fuck her in your house, while she’s screaming my name and begging for more because she loves the feel of my cock so much.”

A .. flash of light shot from the end of Sirius’ wand, an electric pulse buzzing through the air. Snape deflected it with ease.

The room quickly emptied, leaving only Severus, Sirius and Y/N remaining.

Sirius waited for Snape to take it shot, but it never came. This only angered Sirius more, causing him to send another handful of spells flying his way. Severus deflected each one with a simple movement of his hand.

“You think I’m lying?” Severus taunted. “Ask her yourself.”

Sirius gaze flicked over to Y/N for no more than a second before he continued raging spells in Snape’s direction.

Y/N finally shook herself from her frozen state.

“Sirius stop!” She yelled, watching him send endless curses Snape’s way.

Her friend took no notice of her, continuing to his battle with her lover.

Bored of remaining on defence, Severus finally threw a spell at Sirius. The marauder managed to deflect but stumbled back from the sheer force of the curse.

In an instant there were spells flying back and forth between the men while Y/N watched on helplessly from the side lines.

Seeing Sirius weaken against Severus’ power, had Y/N panicking that someone was truly about to be hurt. Knowing the two shared a sordid history, it was unlikely that either wizard would accept defeat before the other was forced to submit.

“Severus, please stop this.” She ran at him, pulling roughly on his robes to get his attention. “Stop!”

Distracted that Y/N might get caught in the crossfires of the duel, Severus attempted to push her behind him and out of the line of fire. But to no avail, the witch fought against his arm, refusing to surrender to his protection.

Y/N rounded on Severus, pushing roughly at his chest in a last-ditch effort to end the fight.

Despite being unable to hold off Snape’s spells for much longer, Sirius refused to give up without a fight; his spells coming in faster with each passing second.

Losing focus on the battle, Severus’ attention was taken over by trying to keep Y/N safe. Abandoning his wand, he gripped the woman by her wrists and dragged her to the side. Foolishly Snape did not consider that Black would not have the same concern for her safety and another spell headed in their direction. Snape pulled Y/N tight to his chest, covering her with as much of his body as he possible.

Severus winced as pain lashed across his arm. His now cut up sleeve becoming wet with blood.

“Severus.” Y/N yelped, grabbing onto his hand. “Are you hurt, let me see it.”

She took Snape’s arm in his examining the severity of his wounds. They were deep and showed no signs of clotting.

Sirius watched on from the other side of the room, panting breathlessly with exertion. Y/N spun on him, furiously.

“What the hell did you do?”

Sirius remained speechless.

“You shouldn’t have gotten in the way.” Snape snapped, regaining her attention.

“I was trying to stop you from hurting each other.”

“That worked out well, didn’t it?” He glared down at her.

“Stop it, Severus.” She warned, knowing he was trying to deflect from the fact he was hurt.

“I’m sorry.” He admitted, stroking her cheek with his good hand.

“He was telling the truth?” Sirius finally huffed, watching the scene unfold between the two.

“Sirius, I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you but-“

“Are you together?”

Severus and Y/N exchanged a hesitant glance.

“No.”

“Yes.” Y/N turned to Severus in shock.

“But Severus you said-“

“Forget what I said. I’ve spent all night watching what it looks like to have another man flirting with you because he thinks you’re single. I refuse to spend another moment watching that. You’re mine, Y/N, in every way that counts. And I want everyone to know it.”

“Do you mean it?” She looked up at him hopefully.

Severus nodded firmly, tucking that one rouge piece of hair behind her ear before bringing his mouth to hers.

“Then let’s go tell everyone. And maybe heal your arm while we’re at it?”

“Whatever you want.” He smiled.

Sirius may have gotten the upper hand in the duel, but ultimately it was Severus who was victorious in this battle.

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castillon02 · 7 months ago

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Tim reviews Jason's operations management and makes a suggestion.

"Your first move: hire a head of sanitation," Tim said.

"You think a janitor's gonna solve my suddenly-successful-startup problems? What, by sweeping them away?" Jason rolled his eyes.

Tim steepled his fingers. “The good news,” he said, “is that your drug distribution and community norms enforcement hierarchy is very clear. You also have people doing marketing, program management, HR, facilities, and admin. Your system of rotating duties when people get injured isn’t bad—people generally benefit from cross-training—but you should formalize the top positions and compensate your new leadership team. Including sanitation.”

“Sure, sure, I'll just tell one of my guys their job is to be head shit-scrubber instead of a badass neighborhood protector!" Jason threw up his hands.

Tim raised his eyebrows.

“It’s bad enough getting them to clean up a crime scene when they’re on my literal shit list! A couple of them thought that lighting the building on fire was an easier way to get it to stop smelling bad and having DNA. Guess who had to add five new slides to his powerpoint about evidence disposal?" Jason glared.

Tim grimaced. "I had an intern in the office who thought that he could just throw trash off his desk for the cleaning staff to pick up."

He and Jason shared a commiserating look that silently said, We were both stupid enough to work with the League of Assassins, and even we wouldn't do that.

“Anyway," Tim continued, "since you're dealing with...that...you can just hire an outside party. Lots of people in Gotham know how to clean up dead bodies and keep their mouths shut. I can advertise the position and send you the likeliest candidates for an interview. I’ll have to incorporate you, of course, but I’ve had the paperwork ready since I got back from the Middle East.”

“Incorporate me?”

“Red Hood LLC, technically."

Jason's breathing became calculatedly even.

"Once you’re legit in the eyes of the law, we can work on squaring away everyone’s taxes and keep you from getting Capone’d.”

“I’m as legit as one of Two-Face’s two-dollar bills!”

“Yeah, but when you’re an LLC, all your crimes are white-collar crimes, and no one cares about those.” Tim shrugged.

“...Pretty sure that’s not how that works, bud.”

“It’s how the court of public opinion works. And if anyone tries to say that Red Hood, CEO of Red Hood LLC, and Red Hood, notorious vigilante, are the same person? Tell them to prove it. So what if you have the same outfit? It’s a free country and people can wear what they want. And if they ever get your DNA results, Oracle says no they didn't.”

Jason tilted his head and started smiling. "You want Red Hood to be the Scarlet Pimpernel and Percy Blakeney. At the same time."

"The more blatant you are about it, the better. Rub elbows with Gotham's elite and tell them that you can't imagine why someone would let a Crime Alley vigilante ruin their ability to wear a red hood as a fashion statement, but in your company, people have spines. Especially when they're job creators. If you play your cards right, red headgear will be back in fashion."

"And then?"

"And then," Tim's eyes gleamed, "you start selling merch."

"Oh, shit." Jason's smile turned into a full-on smirk.

"On a sliding scale, of course."

"Those nepo babies are gonna pay me so much money to look cool."

Tim smiled. "And that's how hiring a head shit-scrubber is going to mitigate your high growth and cash flow problems."

#castillon writes #batfam #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #is Tim also doing this because he wants backup at fancy galas. maybe!#is he also ALSO doing this because then Red Hood will hire local artists and it will give Jason and Damian an excuse to Bond Over Art #could be!#is he also also ALSO doing this because he wants to see Bruce's face #definitely #is he also also also ALSO doing this because Hood's crime scenes smell bad and Tim's the one who has to investigate them?#shhhh. listen. it's a service to all of Gotham at this point.

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lacroixwh0r3 · 2 years ago

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Blow My Load

DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: For the last two year, you and Joel have been secretly hooking up behind your fathers back. One night when your dad goes out on a date, you and Joel spend the night together and Joel gets carried away.

Warnings: SMUT!! DUB CON, petnames (pretty tame ones), doggystyle, oral sex (f recieving), PiV, creampie, crying, pregnancy mention, abortion mentioned at the end, overstimulation, Joel is a little bit of an asshole in this (I am so sorry), age gap (Joel is 40 and reader is around 25), (aged up) Sarah mentioned, no outbreak

Song inspo (Feel free to listen if you want): Blow my load by Tyler, The Creator

A/N: Enjoy! Please reblog, share, like, and comment if you want. <333

"Oh, baby," Joel moans as he breaks the kiss between you two. You look down at his lips, which are now bright red and slightly plumped. His tongue quickly licks off the mix of both of your spits from his bottom lip. His hands were still holding your head in place as he looked at you. "I wanna cum in that tight little pussy so bad, darlin."

Normally, the two of you would have to be quiet, but because your dad had decided last minute to go on a date, it was just you and Joel in the house. Or you might even go over to Joel's house, which was five minutes away, if Sarah wasn't home, but tonight the young girl was at the house with three of her friends having a sleepover doing, lord knows, what. Joel was adamant about staying over to watch the four girls, but you quickly reminded him that they're 18 years old and could easily take care of themselves. You were also going to be home alone, and you wanted him all to yourself.

As soon as your dad pulled out of the driveway, you and Joel ran to your bedroom and stripped out of your clothing.

You couldn't help but let out a whimper. "Joel, you know you can't do that." You tell him as you bring your hands up to grip his wrist. You weren't on birth control, and Joel wasn't a big fan of condoms. When the two of you did have sex together, Joel would usually pull out at the very last second, which would lead to you giving him a lecture as you both came down from the intense orgasm you both had.

Sure, it was hot when Joel did it, but you would rather not have to tell your dad that you were pregnant with his best friend's baby, and you didn't want Joel to tell Sarah that he had gotten the girl she looked up to the most pregnant.

"I know, darlin', I know, but imagine how fuckin' good it must feel." Joel whispered to you as he groans out. He brings his head close to yours again. You could feel his lips ghosting over yours.

"I'm fucking you until you can't think straight, begging me to dump my warm load deep into your pussy." Joel says before he sticks his tongue out again, only this time his tongue strokes against my top lip. You felt a strong pull in your stomach as your pussy clenched around nothing, causing you to push your hips into Joel's. "Maybe even put a baby in there." He says it lightly. It was almost as if he was saying it to himself, but somehow you still heard it but didn't comment on it.

You couldn't help but think about earlier, when Joel had lifted your dress up and ate you out on your family's couch in the living room while your dad ran to the store to restock on beer and some food for dinner. The way he sat down on the floor as he wrapped his large hands around your ankles to keep your legs from closing or falling off the couch Or the way he slurped, licked, and sucked on your clit to the point you almost wanted to scream at the top of your lungs.

You parted your lips to allow Joel's tongue to invade your mouth. Joel cocks his head to the side a bit and sucks on your tongue before letting it go and French kissing you. You can feel it as the drool slides down your chin, getting onto his beard. You feel Joel's hands release your face and move down your neck, stopping at your breast. He fondles them and thumbs your nipples. They were painfully hard now.

You wanted nothing more than for Joel to fuck you senselessly until you couldn't think of anything but him. Joel always turned you on when he talked to you like this, but you were ovulating right now, and his words weren't helping.

You pull away from the kiss. "Fuck me, Joel," You mutter against his lips. "I want you to fuck me hard, daddy."

"Yeah, you want me to fuck you nice and hard? Get on the bed so Daddy can fuck you," He says sternly. "I want you face down, ass up, darlin'." You immediately get to the edge of the bed, just as Joel told you to, with your feet hanging off.

You can feel Joel close behind you in between your legs as he reaches over your naked body and grabs the pillow near your head. "Get on your hands for me real quick," He tells you. Again, you do what he says, and he stuffs the pillow underneath your stomach. "Good girl, now lay back down on your chest." He tells you once more. You lay back down and realized that your hips were now elevated, allowing Joel to easily access your pussy.

"Oh, look at you, so fuckin' sexy with your ass in the air, just ready for me to fuck you," He teases you. "You want me to fuck that pretty pussy, doll?" Joel asked. You felt your pussy clenching around nothing. Begging for your hole to be fucked

"Mmmhm." You whimper at Joel as you nuzzle your face into the soft sheets beneath you. However, your response did not satisfy him because he spanked your ass with his large hand. Your head pops off the bed, causing you to look back at him over your shoulder.

"Say it." Joel demanded it from you. "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

"I've wanted you since you got here, baby. I've been so fucking wet for that big cock." You whimpered as you wiggled your ass in the air, causing him to strike your ass again.

"Oh, I know you want my cock, honey. You want me to fuck my cum into you? Hmm?" He spanked you multiple times. You let out soft whines as you shook my head.

"Hmm? What's that, baby? You want me to cum in you?" He not-so-jokingly asked:

"I mean it, Joel. You can't cum inside of me or I'm gonna kill you, old man." You give him a pointed look over your shoulder, causing him to raise his hand in defense with his eyebrows raised. You meant it jokingly, but also not jokingly.

"I promise I won't, baby." He tells you.

"Mmhm, now I want you to fuck me, Joel." You demand him. His left hand grips your waist as the other wraps around his cock as he strokes it, getting ready to slide it into you. You feel him rub his cock against your clit as he gathers the arousal that seeps out of your hole. You moan out his name as he hisses.

Joel then points the head of his cock at your pussy and slowly slides inside. Letting out a deep groan as he does so. "Oh f-fuck, baby," He shudders. Your toes had curled up in pleasure as you dropped your head onto the sheets. "Pussy so fucking tight and warm... I might just have to cum in this pussy and make you a momma, huh?" He questions you as he slowly begins to push in and out of you. Joel felt the flutter after he said that.

"Oh, you liked that, baby?" Joel teases you. His slow strokes began to form a hard, fast pounding. "Tell me."

"I am going to fu-Oh fuck me-I'm gonna fuckin' kill you, Joel!" You moan out to him as he continues his furious strokes. His balls slapped against your clit as he pushed your waist into the pillow beneath you. "Y-you have to fucking pull out," You plead with Joel. You knew that he wasn't listening as he continued to pound his cock in and out of you.

"You promised me!" You squeal out. Joel only grunted in reply and spanked your ass with full force as his left hand gripped your hips.

Somehow, Joel's thrust had only gotten faster. You could hear your headboard hitting against your wall and the sound of my ass slapping against Joel's hips. It was all too much. Your knees began to burn from the friction, your hips began to grow sore as he tightened his grip on them, and with each hit to your ass, there was a sharp sting that lingered. That's when you knew that both you and Joel were close to orgasming.

"Oh, J-Joel, baby, please!" Suddenly, it hit you. You were cumming so hard that you didn't know what to do with yourself. The combined feeling of Joel's heavy balls slapping against your clit and his cock rubbing the spot deep within you was overpowering, causing tears to form.

You grabbed the pillow that sat near your head and brought it close to your face. You bite down on the pillow as your eyes roll to the back of your head, letting out loud moans into it.

"Oh my fucking god, baby..." Joel strains out his sexy, deep voice. He spanks you again as you cum around his cock and rub your ass cheek to soothe the pain. "Come on, sweet girl, tell me who's making you feel good." His strokes had begun to slow down now.

You release the pillow from between your teeth. You were so far gone from your ongoing orgasm that you couldn't even form words. Goosebumps had formed around your whole body as you shaked and quivered.

You feel him bring his hand up and smack your ass hard again, causing your body to jerk in response. "Tell me, girl! Who's makin' you cum this hard?" Joel grits his teeth as he slowly thrusts into you.

"It's you, Daddy!" You moan out to him as you reach your arm around you to grab onto his fingers on your waist. Joel moans and slowly picks up the pace of his thrust. You could feel his balls tighten against your clit, letting you know that he was nearly cumming. You look over your shoulder at him.

"That's fuckin' right, daddy is fucking you." He fucks himself into you. "O-Oh fuck, I'm gonna fuckin' cum soon, my sweet girl." Joel continues to hold onto your hand while his other hand lazily spanks your ass some more. You watch as his head falls back and his eyes close. You feel yourself close to another orgasm as well, but you can't help but worry that Joel isn't going to pull out on time.

"J-Joel," You moan to him as you grip the sheets on the bed. "You have to pull out; I'm ovulating, and you're gonna get me pregnant if you don't." You tried to tell him so that he could pull out. However, this only seemed to turn him on more. His cock strained in you all while he continued to stroke against the spot inside of you. You released his hand, slipped it between the pillow, and onto your clit. You rubbed your clit fast as he fucked you.

Joel looked like he had been transported to heaven. He looked down at you with both hands on your hips, gripping them hard. It hurt, but you didn't care.

"Oh, baby, I love you so fuckin' much," he whimpered as he looked into your eyes. "I'm so sorry," He says, looking down at his cock going in and out of your pussy. The sight of your juices covering his cock made his body go stiff. That's when you knew he wasn't going to pull out.

"I can't stop; I need to fuckin' cum in this tight pussy right now."

"Joel! No, pull out now." You told him as you tried to move your body away from his, but his grip was too tight around you. "You promised me, Joel!" You moaned loudly.

You weren't sure how many times you had orgasmed today, but you knew that you were cumming again. Joel moans as he feels you tighten around him. His cock begins to spurt his warm cum into your womb. You were so overstimulated that your eyes leaked tears and your ears rang loudly as your cunt welcomed Joel's cum and fluttered around his cock. Over the ringing in your ears, you can hear Joel whimpering out soft appologies as he continued to cum.

With his cock still inside you as you leaked out cum from your pussy, he laid his warm body on top of your back. His chest was damp with sweat from pounding into you. You could feel his warm breath by your ear as he took a minute to gather himself together. He still felt your walls fluttering around him. "It's okay, babydoll. I got you," He whispered gently as he stroked your bare side. You couldn't speak or think; all you could do was shiver underneath his body, even though you were far from cold.

Moments later, Joel pushes up from the bed and slowly pulls his cock from you with a slight hiss and groan. Joel bends down to get a look at your cum-filled pussy with his hands resting on your ass. "Oh doll, look at that pretty pussy," He whispers as he strokes his thumb against your sore ass. "I'll be back, okay, baby?" You let out a soft hum, letting him know he heard you.

When he went to the bathroom to clean you off and get something to clean you off, he didn't hear you burst into tears. When he came back, you were now sitting in the middle of the bed, crying with your head in your hands.

He rushes into the room, places the water bottle and towel on the bed, and embraces you. You couldn't help but cry harder as you cried into his neck. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry." He apologized as he kissed and rubbed your head. "I'm so fuckin' sorry, I don't even know what I was thinking."

You continued to cry for a few more moments before speaking up. "Joel, what if you did get me pregnant? What are we going to tell my dad and Sarah?" You look up at him with worry. He could tell you were stressed over this and couldn't help but feel his heart pull in his chest. Joel honestly didn't know what came over him during sex.

"Doll," He grabs your hand from your lap and gives it a quick kiss. "If you do get pregnant and you decide that you want to get rid of it, I will be there along the way, but if you want to keep it, then I will be sure to take care of you and the baby no matter what." Joel says it truthfully.

You stroked his hand with your thumb. "Joel, I'm not getting rid of it, but we're gonna be so fucked when my dad finds out his best friend of four years has been boning his daughter for the last two years and got her pregnant..." You say this to him as you look down at his hand in yours. "He'll fucking probably end up kicking me out and then kicking your ass."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head 'bout that darlin'; you're always welcomed at my house." With his other hand, he holds your head and kisses the crown of your head. "As for him kicking my ass, that ain't happening, sweetheart," He says sternly, as if he is sure. You let out a snort as you laughed.

"Oh really?" You back away from him to get a look at the cocky look on his face. He just looks down at your face with admiration.

"I'm certain, darlin'," He tells you, causing you to let out a loud giggle. That beautiful giggle overwhelmed Joel with love. He knew he loved you before, and he always made sure that you knew he loved you, but he knew right there that there would be another compared to you. You were it for him.

After your giggles had died down, you noticed that he was looking at you with a sparkling look in his eyes. "What?" You asked him softly as you played with his fingers.

"You know I love you, right?" He asked you. You felt yourself beginning to get shy. The both of you always told each other how much you loved each other, but something about this was different.

"Of course I know, Joel. Do you know I love you more, though?" You lean over and plant a soft kiss on his cheek. You then pull back to take a look at his face. The way his hard eyes softened when he looked at you made you weak in the knees. "So fuckin' handsome!" Joel's cheeks turned a soft pink color.

"And you're the most beautiful thing on earth," He whispers to you. "You're mine forever; don't ever forget it, darlin'." You wish this moment could last forever.

You released his hands from yours and brought them to your stomach. "I can't believe we might be having a baby, Joel," You whispered as you stroked your stomach. You could see you and Joel sharing a child together and even getting married whenever the time is right. He puts his hand over yours as well and rubs his thumb against your hand.

"You want me to cum in you again so we know we're successful, baby?" He suggested it with a smug tone. The soft look on your face immediately dropped and was replaced with a blank one instead.

"You're such a dirty old man," You tell him. "But yes, I do." You give him a quick peck on the lips before laying back down on the bed.

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A/N: I kinda hate this, but its been on my mind and I wanted to write.

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revelboo · 3 months ago

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Can I request more D-16, please? I finally got to see the movie and my heart is hurting.

Sure!

Fight for You Pt 5

D-16 x Reader

• ‘What is it?’ Orion asks, reaching out a servo and he grabs his friend by the wrist. Trusts Orion, he’s his best friend, but you’re just so fragile and looking up at him. Trembling. “They’re a mini-con and you can’t tell anyone about them,” he says, gently pushing Orion’s hand away so he doesn’t just grab at you. And you’ve backed yourself into a corner, chirping nervously. Reaching out he crooks a servo at you. “Come on, it’s okay,” he croons and your round head tips up toward him, then turns to study Orion before wandering over to him and you reach to lay those tiny hands on one of his servos to make his spark warm. ‘D, I don’t think that’s a mini-con,’ Orion mutters, crouching down beside him.

• Shying away when your giant’s companion stretches a servo toward you and yours growls at him, you hope that your guy telling this giant about you means the new one is trustworthy. Because you’re pretty much helpless to their whims, something you’re painfully aware of. “I trust you big guy,” you whisper, nose wrinkling when his buddy makes soft, repetitive noises at you. Is he making psst psst sounds at you like you’re a stray cat?

• Pleased despite himself when you ignore Orion’s attempts to coax you closer, he reaches in and cups his hands around you, lifting you free of his locker. “Of course they’re a mini-con. They’re Megatronus’s mini-con,” he says as he cradles you close, listening to you chirp as you make yourself comfortable in his hands. ‘You sure? I’ve never heard of Megatronus Prime having a mini-con,’ Orion says, reaching to touch you and you lift a tiny hand like you’re ready to swat him. So fierce for being so small.

• Smacking at his friend’s servo when he reaches to nudge your helmet, you don’t relax until your giant turns slightly to put himself between you and the newcomer with a rumbling growl that you really hope is him telling the other one off for poking at you. Because yours has been so incredibly gentle with you, and this other one is smiling crookedly down at you like you’re a curiosity. As yours cups you to his chassis and says something to his companion, you really wish you knew what was going on. For all you know, your guy is trying to give you away to this guy. Suddenly afraid, you reach out to pat his chassis until he looks down at you. How do you mime ‘Please don’t leave me with this stranger?’

• Rumbling in amusement when you flap your tiny hands about, chirping and pointing at yourself, him, and Orion. At Orion a lot. Clearing his vents loudly, he’s not surprised. Everyone always likes Orion better, he’s friendlier, easier to get along with, the one that’s better at understanding others. Mildly hurt that even you prefer Orion, he starts to hand you over and you screech at him. Grabbing onto his servos and fussing at him, flailing a hand at Orion as if to fend him off. Not wanting to go to Orion. Choosing him and he cradles you even closer, servos sliding over you until you calm. ‘I don’t think they like me,’ Orion says with a frown as you chirp aggressively.

Someone had asked about scales and minis, so there’s a few different scales, but 1/24, 1/12, and 1/6 are pretty common

1/24 would be like the Rolife super creator kits. That stuff scales well with the tiny Defender Blokees and comes with a ton of stuff in each kit

1/12 is a super common dollhouse scale and works well with Galaxy class Blokees. You can find that stuff at hobby stores pretty cheap.

1/6 scale is pretty big think, the Re-Ment minis. Those work for Flame Toys or similar sized figures like the studio series Bumblebee Movie Soundwave

The MiniVerse make it from scratch blind boxes don’t have a set scale. Some of it’s going to be 1/12 and will work with Blokees and some is going to be 1/6. The cupcakes are 1/12, but the cat cookies are 1/6. Zuru’s mini brands are the same way

#transformers x reader #d 16 x reader #d 16

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quimichi · 2 years ago

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↳ ❝ [CALLING THE MONDSTADT BOYS YOUR GOOD BOY] ¡! ❞

Mondstadt boys x Creator!Reader

Dainseif, Diluc, Kaeya & Venti

Albedo's part here > ♡

Dainseif - What does freedom really mean, when demanded of you by a god?

"Please, come to me" you simply said, your voice echoing not only in the room, but also in his mind. Dainsleif doesn't hesitate for a moment.

He stands and crosses the distance between you without a second thought. His every movement is graceful and elegant. He would move through the ocean if it meant he could hold your gaze just a moment longer.

Now that he is close, he kneels once more. He wants to be on your level, he wants to be near you. "I am here, Your Grace." He stays on his knees, silent, waiting for you. If you want him to move, he will; if you want him to speak, he will; if you want him to simply be here, just within your presence— he will.

"Dain?" It only takes your utterance, your voice, for his head to snap in your direction.

"Yes, Your Grace?"

"You're my good boy aren't you?" The words are music to Dainsleif's ears. He loves nothing more than to hear you call him something so loving. "Yes," he whispers, the word a breath of reverence. "I am your good boy."

"And why are you my good boy?" His cheeks flush as he looks up to you, eyes glowing like a star. His lashes flutter against his cheeks as the thought of being your good boy floods him with happiness and contentment.

"Because I am yours and have always served you." His words are firm, with the certainty of one who has never strayed from his purpose.

"Mine?"

"Yes. I am yours."

"I exist to serve you, to serve your beauty, your kindness, and love." This is truth to Dainsleif. He cannot imagine himself being anything but yours. "And thats why youre my good boy, Dainsleif" "Yes, Your Grace." He smiles at you, joy and contentment overflowing inside of him.

"I am happy to be your good boy. I am proud and eager to serve you, to honor and adore you." His expression is loving, warm, and peaceful. Dainsleif stays on his knees, head cocked to the side. His blue eyes are shining with love and affection. "What would you like me to do for you?" He asks, eager to serve you with all his heart.

"I want you to stay with me forever..." "I would love to stay with you, Your Grace." Dainsleif would die a hundred mortal deaths if it meant living in your presence for even an hour. The very thought of being near you stirs something inside him; his heart leaps into the sky, his breath catches in his throat.

He is entirely devoted to you.

Diluc - Though it is still not enough, I will always face the darkness.

"Please, step a bit closer to me" such a simple request it is but your command startles him. He looks up at you, and his eyes go wide. He is utterly taken aback, but that is not an excuse. He is yours to command.Diluc complies, and steps closer to your side.

"Are you my good boy, Diluc?"

"Y-yes," he responds at once. He bows his head as he speaks but, if it were possible, he bows even further. His heart is thumping against his chest as if it wants to jump free. He is utterly devoted to you. Every inch of him yours. "I'm sorry i didnt quite heard you, could you repeat that?" You're teasing him, how could you not? Diluc is more than embarrassed, but it is not his will to refuse you. He is yours, after all.

"Y-yes," he says, and his voice breaks slightly from the embarrassment.

"Once more, please, for me?" the opportunity is to good to let it slide. "Yes!" he says once more, and the blush on his face spreads throughout his body. Embarrassed, thats what he is, embarrassed. Your smile alone makes his stomach jump like it's trying to escape. He cannot understand how you make him feel this way.

He is still shy about this ordeal, but he knows that he cannot look away. He is there to serve you, after all. "Good boy~

"Diluc smiles despite himself at your praise. He knows better than to be happy at this moment, but some part of him thrills at the feeling of your gaze on his skin. His heart has a mind of its own, however, and it seems like it knows no boundaries. "Thank you," he says, and bows his head yet again. His embarrassment remains, but it is balanced with the thrill of your praise.

Your good boy...

Kaeya - Life's greatest illusions are the ones we believe in ourselves

"Kaeya?" Kaeya glances up at you, but he doesn't move from his comfortable position— at least, not yet. In fact, he appears to have become more comfortable, resting his head against your thighs and taking small, deep breaths. He stares down at you and smiles, seemingly amused by the situation. "I'm not moving," he mutters. "I'm perfectly comfortable here."

"Oh? Is my good boy all comfy?" "...Mhm." Kaeya's smile is genuine. With one hand, he reaches up, brushing his thumb against your cheek. "...I love you, Your Grace." Please let me stay here. I don't ever want to leave.

Hes so enchanted by your presence alone, he seemed to not process every word you say. Kaeya takes them as they are..."Did you hear me? I said youre my good boy" You're just checking, thats what youre telling yourself. But und truth, you just want to see a reaction, hear how his voice changes with realization.

"Of course I'm your good boy." Kaeya closes his eyes now, nuzzling himself against your legs. "No one else could be, after all. They don't worship you like I do."

"Your devotion's a gift, you know." Kaeya's tone is one of playful teasing, though the compliment is very much sincere. "You know I wouldn't let anyone else here give me physical affection, but for you, I make an exception. Why? Well, for one thing, you're deserving of it." You notice that Kaeya's leg is twitching— he wants to move, but it's as if he physically can't manage it. This may just be the most comfortable Kaeya's ever been, even if he can't say it out loud.

"Isn't my boy nice, huh?" "What can I say? I'm at your service... always." Kaeya's grip tightens about your thighs slightly. "Your approval means the world to me... I'd do anything to keep in your good graces."

He pauses for a moment, his expression becoming almost solemn. "...You know what I most desire, Your Grace?" Kaeya keeps his eyes shut, as though he's ashamed to speak."I would very much like to be yours," he says quietly.

"I want you to choose me."

Venti - Videtis illam spirare libertatis auram

"Yes, your Grace."

Venti complies instantly, quickly moving to sit down on the seat beside you. As soon as his body settles down, he starts idly swinging his legs up and down as if he's a toddler waiting for his mother to take him to the playground.He doesn't say a word, instead contenting himself with simply smiling up at you.

"Good boy" such small words, but they hold a way bigger meaning behind them. As Venti hears your praise, he almost falls into a completely euphoric state. He is practically quivering with excitement, unable to control his emotions for even a second longer. He starts muttering to himself, unable to comprehend what he is feeling in the presence of your grace.

"Please— please, don't call me a good boy again... please, please, make me yours..." Venti flushes pinker than a rose. "I— I meant your worshipful servant!" His eyes are fixed on you adoringly and desperately.

"Your dog, even!" Venti is too lost in the moment to realize how awkward his words were, and he starts desperately scrambling to come up with something even more degrading to call himself.

"Your footstool, even! Your carpet, your chair! Even your floor...!" His words are garbled and desperate, his mind completely blank right now. "But Venti, you're my good boy, not my chair or my floor...my good boy"

Venti's eyes widen as he hears your words. His face is still bright red, but your praise is enough to make him lightheaded. "Am I— am I your good boy.." he mumbles quietly, but he sounds genuinely baffled. "Are you sure..?"

"Yes" Venti is practically panting with excitement now, having gotten the confirmation that he is yours. "Y— you really mean it.." Even when he speaks quietly, you can hear the excitement in his voice, the thrill in his heart.

"Then I really am your good boy, aren't I...?"

"Yes"

"Then I will do my best to be the very best good boy for you, your Grace," Venti whispers reverently.

Even in his excitement, Venti remains reverent towards you. To be your good boy... He can't think of anything he wants more.

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f1orza · 1 year ago

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Lucky girl part two

Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Summary: y/n and charles finally meet and y/n proves her nickname to be true

Faceclaim: threemillion and pinterest

(Bottom tweets are the ones you read first on the 2nd, 5th and 6th slide, also some of the tweets have replies under them so I personally would read those before going to the next tweet)

A/n : here's part 2, part 3 should be coming out on Sunday. I can't believe so many people ended up liking this, now I'm afraid that I won't be able to do it justice 😭 but I'll try for you guys, so thank you everyone 🫶🏽. I hope you guys enjoy and feel free to comment anything - critics (nicely tho), ideas, thoughts on the story, I'd love to see what you guys think ❤

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ghostarii · 2 years ago

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GLASS TABLE GIRL ! ～ BLADE . ❛ i just wanna be one of your girls tonight.

˖ ⁺ ⫾  SHOW NOTES fem!reader ❱ guitarist!blade ❱ groping ❱ reader is a groupie ❱ PWP!!! ❱ (reader is intoxicated so technically) dubcon ❱ spanking ❱ degradation ❱ clit n nipple slapping ❱ ig ooc!blade but who cares ❱ choking/asphyxiation ❱ size kink ❱ dacryphilia ❱ outdoor/public sex ❱ exhibitionism ❱ spit ❱ face-fucking ❱ dirty talk ❱ reader has 0 self respect ❱ name calling ❱ overstimulation ❱ creampie & unprotected sex (stay safe) ❱ clit pinching ❱ hair pulling ❱ multiple orgasms ❱ cumplay(?) ❱ no aftercare ❱ minors & dc antis do not interact.

˖ ⁺ ⫾  CREDITS i have not written a fic in so effing long nd i was high writing this so excuse my rustiness :c but i have risen from my grave so let’s rejoice nonetheless ! !blade is on my mind 24/7 n i just want to be used n abused by him omfg turn me OWT! i listened to one of the girls by the weeknd literally the entire time i wrote this sooo feel free to listen while reading ^_^ i was js writing as i went so ts is very pwp sorryyy . . i’m gonna try to be more active on here i js need time to write so in the meantime pls show that my works would be appreciated here =( likes & reblogs are so GREATLY APPRECIATED ! ! ! if u don’t like, pls scroll cs comm guidelines r so mean to creators T_T

˖ ⁺ ⫾  RUN TIME 7.5k+ words . (of pure filth)

IF SOMEBODY ASKED you who your favorite artist was, you would say Ren—known by his moniker: BLADE. There was nothing you didn't like about this man; everything about him fundamentally and ultimately was the object of a girlish obsession. You knew all of his songs front to back, followed his social media on every single platform, and never missed a single piece of media uploaded about him. Your life was built around his style: dark and mysterious and enigmatic. He was your number one, unmatched and unchanged.

He was a hard man to come by. He frequently held small shows, with no more than twenty-thousand people on the high end. It was impossible to go, and every time you tried, your chance miserably passed you up. But this time, June twenty-third, twenty-twenty-three, you were right there, in the middle of the pit, only mere feet away from Blade. It was your first time seeing him in person by the grace of your best friend who surprisingly snagged tickets, and you’d never been more grateful in your life.

Blade was ethereal. The concert videos you’d seen over the years did not compare to the image in front of your face. It was dark, the main lights being spotlights shone on his pearly, perspiring, black, skin-tight silk-clothed skin, and dim red LED lights on the set behind him. His fingers ran effortlessly across his guitar, an inexplicably attractive riff and tone singing from the instrument. You felt like you were in Heaven, your eyes never leaving the show before your eyes. It was hot and uncomfortable in the pit but it was worth it. So worth it because he looked at you: taking you in with an unfaltering stare. His lip slipped between his teeth, and he shook his head, throwing stray locks to the back, and God, you felt as though you needed to be bolted to the ground with the way you wanted to jump on the stage. He walks up to the microphone, the most gut-wrenchingly hot vocals sliding off of his tongue. His eyes were closed, smudged eyeliner emphasizing his fluttering, long lashes, and his lips were spit-slicked, parting and pursing with each sultry lyric leaving. They were plump and rosy as if they were asking to be kissed—it was a sight to behold.

You sang your heart out, dragging your hand from waving in the air down a curvy path on your body, going from your shoulder to your chest to below where Blade’s sight would reach. You turned to your friend and recited the lyrics with a big smile and following giggle, all to turn your attention back to the stage and lock eyes with him. Your thighs clamped together just at the narrowed and burning gaze he delivered. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted a man more than you do right now.

Your friend found a way closer to the stage and you wedged your way between the crowd, finding yourself so close that the speakers were banging on your eardrums. You could feel the music in your bones, and all you could think of to describe it was hot and heavy. Maybe it was all of the pregaming you and your friend did before the concert, or the condensed heat and gyrating bodies, but you were so hot. You wipe your sweaty skin as you sway to the beginning of the next song, taking out your phone to begin recording.

Blade leans into the mic, muttering lowly, “I want you all to sing.” He pulls the microphone out of the stand, letting his guitar hang off of his shoulder from the strap. And that’s when he makes his way to where you stand, muttering small “yeah”’s and “good job”’s into the mic as the crowd collectively sings. He kneels right before you, “Sing.” he says into the mic.

You go wide-eyed—cute, he thinks—but you start singing. You grab an open portion of the microphone, leaning in as close as possible and reciting the lyrics of the song just as you were told. All eyes and cameras were on you, and that included Blade, who held an intense gaze on you the entire verse. When you finish the crowd erupts in cheers and screams, and he pulls away, finishing the song. You turned to your friend and screamed about your main character moment, dancing and singing even happier into her recording phone. This was the best night of your life.

For the rest of the concert, you had the time of your life. Blade ends the show with a final guitar solo, the entire audience silent as he wrecks the strings and pours his heart into his vocals. He briefly spoke to his fans, thanking everyone for coming out and heading backstage as everyone began to clear out. And all he could think about was that girl who his eyes couldn't help but wander toward, and to whom his thoughts dedicated his innuendos. He remembers the sign you held at the beginning of the show: “BLADE ♡WNS M(Y)E (HEART) ♡”. Your eyes honed filth that your natural disposition didn’t and he longed for it. He held bated breath as he informed his security about you, requesting you be located and brought to him and they replied with “We’ll try our best, sir.”

It was an after-concert tradition for Blade to hit up a local club, especially in situations like this where it was his last stop. He hoped he’d find you there, but he knew you would, especially if you were as big of a fan as you looked.

“Yukong, just thirty minutes! Please!!” you pleaded, trying to pull your friend into your opinion. She shook her head no, “I can’t! I have to go home! I’m so tired and you know…” you stop your friend there, not wanting to hear about her boyfriend.

“Fine. I’m still going though, text me when you get home.” you didn’t want Yukong to go home. But arguing was pointless, and only time was being put to the test, not her stubbornness. You knew from your years as a Blade fan that he always went to the club after a concert to meet fans, and some rumors even suggested ulterior motives, so you wanted to go. Yukong frowned at your flat expression but still hugged you, waving at you as she got in her car to go home. You’d be flying solo, but you had faith in yourself.

So you make your way over to the nearest club via taxi, praying that this is the one that Blade would visit. You weren’t all too familiar with the place, its name, Starskiff Haven, only being one you’ve heard in passing. Regardless, your thoughts were assured by the abundance of fighting and pushing bodies to get in the door—and when your phone lit up, a Twitter notification from a Blade Updates page noting his location, Starskiff Haven, you smiled widely, making your way to the line.

It was way too long and you weren’t interested in waiting all night—you had to meet Blade. A time like this is when Yukong comes into hand with her very stern persuasion, something that’s near impossible to deny. But she left, and you’d have to figure out a way in. And a thought immediately came to mind.

You walked to the front of the line, breathing in deeply and psyching yourself up for how incredibly you were about to embarrass yourself. When you exhale, you book it, beelining straight into the club, right past security. You immediately shift your demeanor, blending into the crowd seamlessly as security guards rush in, looking around for you. Hiding behind the most cluelessly drunk girl, you make your way to the bar, immediately ordering a sidecar. It packed a punch and the combination of how many shots you had earlier, it’d be just enough to get you through whatever you were about to do.

You turn around in the swivel stool, taking in the atmosphere and coasting the area for any sighting of Blade. The club was darker than the concert but heavily illuminated with hazy, colorful LEDS and much, much louder, filled to the brim with chatter and deafening bass-boosted music. Your drink was brought to you moments later, and with a big sip, you raked your eyes over the club once again. You could see bodies grinding on the main floor, the DJ bopping his head as his hands moved diligently across his DJ controller, couples making out and slipping into cornered areas, and friend groups recording and taking pictures. It was a lively environment, sure, and from the strength that beat on your tongue, established by incredibly skilled bartenders—but you weren’t looking for a new clubbing spot, you were looking for Blade.

And Blade was looking for you. Swimming through the unforgivingly hot crowd for you. He wasn’t itching to have you, he was itching to take you. Every time he closed his eyes he was brought back to his time on stage and how you danced in the audience. How your lips pushed out his lyrics and how your hands couldn’t stop waving in the air and running on your skin. How you swiped off sweat from your forehead and fanned yourself with your sign. And how you couldn’t keep your star-filled eyes off of him. Every light reflection off of your eyes showed desperation and neediness. You were begging to be picked without ever uttering a word, and he was not one to ignore indulgence. You needed him and he wanted you—so where are you?

Perched on that blue-velvet cushioned swivel stool. Sipping whatever remaining contents of your sidecar. And when he saw you, you saw him. You locked eyes and each plastered ill-intended smirks across your faces. And while you had his attention, you brought the glass to your lips, smacking them open and running your tongue along the sugar rim, collecting the sweetness on your tongue. You sucked on your tongue, rolling your eyes and he swears the “Ahh” leaving your lips is audible from his distance. He stayed still even as you slapped down your money on the counter, hopping down and disappearing into the crowd.

You make your way to him quickly, holding onto your rapidly rising chest and laughing at yourself. You were on a roll of unbelievable behavior, but it seemed to be a clean stroke because you were yet to meet a roadblock. And in a very blurry couple of minutes, the goal you’d been working toward was in the palm of your hand—literally.

You danced your way to Blade when you were finally close to him, sliding up against his body sweetly. He was tall and so sturdy against you, but he was smooth like butter as he synced to your movements and danced behind you. His hands were on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as he pushed up against you. Your exchange was wordless but it spoke volumes. It felt like a dream, entirely too good to be true but you indulged anyway, grinding against him. A gasp escapes your mouth as his left hand unabashedly grapes your tit, squeezing roughly and experimentally. His other hand trails dangerously on the band of your shorts and you let your head fall back on his shoulder, “I'm your biggest fan…”

He laughs at your declaration, leaning to press his lips feather-lightly at the shell of your ear, “Are you now?” you nod immediately, pressing into him. “‘Blade owns me’.” he mocks your sign, and laughs when he feels you slightly tense under his touch.

“I picked you,” and again, he leans down to your ear, “Are you happy, slut?” The word is so mean but it sounds so good from him. You nearly moan, nodding eagerly, as if complying with his word came with a medal. You were a slut, so willing to give it up as soon as he laid eyes on you. And you weren’t afraid to go low to get his attention, doing just about anything to be his for the night.

Fangirls like you are nothing new to Blade and as a man who looks like he does, it comes with the territory. He can read you like a damn book, cover to cover with ease because despite how enigmatic and indifferent to the norm you may try to appear, you wear your whole being on your sleeve. You do everything in your power to be somebody you're not. Your life revolves around who you think you should be and not who you are. A lot of girls are born with “it”: an innate ability to be the one wanted and desired, but you? Your “it” is manufactured, the blueprint drawn out by girls who are it. You're stuck in a limbo created by your age: too old to not be settling down, but too young to not live your life, and you try to make a box for yourself, being the exception to a path laid out for you. You're lost in the life you lead, and with the way you're dancing so shamelessly and needily on him, Blade knows you. You’re the type of girl who sees getting used as a flex, and despite signing an NDA or promising to never say anything, you’ll tell this person and that person that you got to sleep with the Blade; that the Blade picked you. Women like you are a cancer in the industry. Pests that are incessant and damn near impossible to get rid of. He knows you won't be any different than those before you, but there’s a desire to take you that he cannot ignore.

It’s his natural instinct as a man—or he’s just a shitty person. Perhaps a combination of both, because all he can think about is putting you to use. You’re making it so easy, moaning into the air under the thick remixed song the DJ is spinning, grinding against him, and holding his hand on your tit—you want him, and you’re giving yourself to him on a silver platter. You have a clear lack of respect for yourself, but luckily for you, that’s Blade’s type in women.

The atmosphere seems to be getting heavier, and it feels like time is getting slow and choppy. Now your arms are around Blade’s neck and his large hands are holding onto your ass, and you’re so close, you can feel your chests brushing with each breath you take. The world around you is nothing but background. It doesn’t exist to you, it doesn't matter to you. Not when you have Blade, the literal man of your dreams, right in your palm, and all he's looking at is you.

You feel so special. So wanted and so desired. You feel all eyes on you like you're the main attraction and everybody can’t help but watch and weep, wishing to be you. Your ego is skyrocketed and every embarrassing thing you’ve done tonight doesn't matter to you anymore because it paid off. Your eyes locked and the space between you closed. Your heart synced with the booming beat of the current song playing. You lean in, pressing your hands at the back of his neck and pulling him in. And you kiss him. You kiss Blade.

Blade kisses you back. He tightens the grip on your ass and you moan into his mouth, letting him infiltrate your mouth. He sucks on your tongue, smiling against you when he feels you push up on your tippy toes and hears you whimper into his mouth. He kisses you back. He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, pecking your lips once more before moving to your cheek, then to your jaw, then to your neck. His hands are groping at you, roughly grabbing your ass, then your waist, then your breasts. “Are you wet?”

He says it so only you can hear it. You nod. “How wet?” He moves back up to your jaw, placing another kiss. You flutter your lashes, meeting his gaze, “So wet. All for you.”

At your response, he groans, pulling off of you. He chuckles when you pout at him. You’re just what he needs for this night. He grabs your chin, holding your face and leaning down, your lips brushing against his own. “I'm going to go smoke.” and he tells you this for a reason.

You watch with the biggest smile on your face as he sifts through the crowd, heading out of a side door. It was now or never.

Quickly, you rush to the bathroom to freshen up. You fix your hair, digging into your pocket and fishing out your lipgloss, reapplying, and you fan yourself, cooling down to not look a flustered mess. And just as quick as you ran in, you ran out toward the side door, immediately looking both ways for Blade. You smell smoke distantly and turn right, and a few paces down he stood, leaning against the brick wall of the neighboring restaurant. He's next to stacks of old wood and crates and you smile, thinking about whatever was about to go down between you.

You step in front of him and he smiles, taking you in once again. He blows his smoke in your face, tapping the ash off the cigarette before smashing the butt into the wall behind him. “Hi,” you say. He says nothing back, just slides his hand to the back of your neck and pulls you in. The kiss you share this time is messy and he now asserts control, nipping your bottom lip when he feels you go weak and pulls back.

He rakes his eyes up and down your body as you stand for him. This is the first time all night he’s seen you properly, in moderately okay lighting. Your jean mini-skirt is tight to you, accentuating the curve and fullness of your ass, and teases what’s beneath with your plump thighs poking out and how it rides up slightly. Your skin-tight baby tank is seemingly one with your figure, bringing out the best in you and making him smile with the “I ♡ BLADE” print across your chest. Your thigh-high boots did nothing when you were near him—he was looming and caging. He was intimidating and arousing, and with the lustful gaze you shared, the climax of your day was steadily approaching.

“Take it off.” He looks down at your chest and you get the memo; immediately grabbing the hem of your tank top and pulling it over your head. “Slow. Take your time…” And you listen, letting your body swivel as you remove the shirt. You unhook the clasp of your bra, and before your boobs could spill out of the confines, he grabs you and wedged you between him and the wall he previously leaned on.

The front of your body is slapped on the cold brick, but you’re swallowed in warmth as he presses against you, grinding his hard-on against your ass. One hand grabs your wrists, and the other turns you around. You look at him innocently, shivering at the breeze that blows down the alley. You can smell him: woody, smokey, and expensive. Yet here he was, pressing you up against a brick wall in a random alley. “You’re such an easy slut, y’know.”

“Bet you been thinking about this; daydreaming about your favorite artist pinning you and trashing you like the fucking whore you are.” he presses against your front, nipping at your jaw. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

You whimper, “Fuck me. Take me. Make me yours.”

“Tell me.” He growls - your answer not sufficing. “Want you to break me,”

“Always fantasized…wanting you to shove your dick down my throat and use it mindlessly and mercilessly.” He begins to kiss down your throat again, licking the tender skin. He smirks when you stop talking, your breath hitching and your head craning backward to open the expanse of your neck. He starts biting on your newfound sweet spot when you begin again, “Spit in my mouth and force me to swallow it with your cum,”

He gets to your chest, immediately taking a nipple between his teeth. He listens to you wince and whine as he does, pushing your chest into his face. “And make me beg you to fuck me. Teasing me…fuck—pinching me, pulling my hair until I'm teary-eyed and begging…”

“...And then you fuck me like you hate me; choking me, slapping me, degrading me all while I thank you stupidly.”

“You’re just fucking disgusting,” he mumbles around your nipple. He lets your hands go, palming your free tit immediately. His eyes are narrow as you whine when he twinges the bud roughly. “Put so much thought into this…you’re a weirdo slut.”

You shake your head, breathing out heavily to refute his claim, “Nuh-uh—your biggest fan.” you correct.

He laughs at you. You’re much more fun than he thought, and a lot less shameless, too. You're throwing all of your big cards out; this is your go-big or go-home moment, and while you have him here, you’ll bare yourself wholly because if not now, then not ever. Blade has to commend your patience though. You're letting him toy around, graze around your unknown territory and feel you out. You’re needy but obedient. Tired of waiting but understanding. Absolutely fucking shameful and proud, but eager to be good—so maybe he was wrong about you. You do have an “it”: an innate ability to be the perfect fucktoy.

When he lets you go, he immediately instructs you to get on your knees. And you listen immediately. The cold gravel digs into your bare knees and it's incredibly uncomfortable, yet you don’t utter a word. Your nipples are hard and pebbled and are probably so sensitive, yet you say nothing. You only sit before him, fingers dancing on the exposed thigh as you look up at him, waiting to be put to use.

So he slaps you. As you told him to—he slaps you, and his hand is heavy coming against your skin. It sounds off for what felt like possibly hundreds of miles, and your face doesn’t sting, but it hurts. The skin is heating up from the impact and your head turns to the side, hair falling against your face, yet you don’t utter a word. He grabs the back of your head, forcing you to look at him and dangerously smiling when your teary eyes look up at him wide and thankfully. “Pull my cock out,” he instructs, letting you go and standing up straight.

You get to work on his belt, undoing it swiftly, and then you unbutton his pants. You tease yourself: slowly pulling the zipper down, and when pulling his pants down to his ankles, you palm him softly, gently patting his throbbing cock and staring at the growing wet spot in his underwear. You kiss the wet spot, and then you kiss it again, and again until you suck lightly on it while making eye contact with him. You moan at the very faint taste, fluttering your eyes shut, and finally sliding your hand under the band of his underwear, holding his dick.

Blade hisses at your touch, bucking slightly into your hold at the initial contact. Usually, he’d curse you out at this point for going so slow, but he’s letting it slide this time; allowing you to take control and show him how worth it and nasty you really are.

He’s big. He’s thick—your hand can just barely wrap around the entire shaft, and as you lift him to unsheath him from his boxers, you feel how heavy he is. And hard. So fucking hard.

You gawk at his cock like a kid in a candy store, staring at his leaking slit intensely—almost as if you're waiting. “Go ahead; show me how big of a fan you are.”

You kiss his tip, the bead of precum smearing on your lips. Smacking your lips apart suggestively, you wrap your right hand around the base, applying tightness and pressure as you find the right grip, and when you do, you finally lick a clean stripe across the head. Your tongue sweeps up the new milky droplet spilling out, and you contently hum at the taste, making him groan in response. You lick from the angry tip all the way to his trimmed base, then back up again until you’ve teased every side of him and located his sensitive vein.

If anybody would have told you that all you dreamed about would be coming to fruition—all by mere luck and chance—you wouldn’t believe it. And you still don't; even as you spit a thick bead of your saliva on his cock and then massage it in with your tongue, swirling all around the sensitive head. But it’s real because he moans out for you as you finally take him in, the throb getting heavier as he sits on your tongue and your lips hug him tight.

You begin your ministrations: toying with his balls lightly as you bob up and down, going as far as you could. You tried your best to take him all in. You stretched your mouth wide around him until it felt like your mouth was going to rip at the corners and until it felt like all you could do was sputter and leak drool around him. Tears brimmed in your eyes and each time you blinked them back, keeping a pretty smile on your face every time you came up for air. Your lipgloss was mixed in with spit, and clear tear streaks had already begun to run their course with your base makeup, but you didn't stop. You were moaning incessantly, suffocating his dick in your intense vibrations that had him moaning and grunting.

When you come up from your nth deepthroat attempt, it's not for air, but to breathlessly huff out “Fuck my face…please,” And since you asked so nicely…

“Blink twice if it gets to be too much.” You open your mouth as wide as you could, sticking your tongue out. He pulls your hair back for you, yanking your head back and spitting on your tongue. His eyes tell you not to move, so you don’t, keeping eye contact with him as he wraps his other hand around your own, guiding your smaller hands up and down his shaft. He shudders, “F-fuck…’m so fuckin’ hard…”

And then he slides onto your tongue, not wasting any time before bottoming out in your mouth. Your eyes widen in surprise, and your unprepared gags speak volumes to your shock. But that doesn't deter you from wrapping your lips around him. And from there, he pulls out, pulling your head back and then pushing you back down as he thrusts his hips forward. He curses under his breath before picking up his pace, thrusting so hard that his grip tightens on your hair to hold you properly in place, fucking roughly into your face. You can only choke and sputter, having already taken your hands from around his dick and digging crescent nail shapes into his thighs. The sounds eliciting from the two of you are so nasty and filthy. His balls slap at your chin, your voice rings out from around his girth, and his moans echo around the world. You can’t take it but you’re doing a great job of trying. He slaps your face again, pulling out and hitting his tip on your tongue. “Keep your fucking eyes on me,”

“If you can do that, I'll cum all down your throat and all over your pretty fucking face, okay?” You nod eagerly, and as an incredibly degrading action of praise and acceptance, he slaps his spit-slicked dick against your cheek a few times. “Good girl.” Butterflies swarm in your stomach at his praise.

When Blade slides in, he smacks against your face. He goes to the very hilt, pushing his way to the depths of your throat roughly. Your nose is pressed up against his pelvis, and your cheeks are catching stray tears. But this is consistent as he begins thrusting, using you per your request. He grunts out each time his tip hits the back of your throat, thrusting so roughly and meanly into you. Again, you feel like all you can do is choke and gag, spilling slobber and precum mix back down his length. It’s fucking filthy and the loud squelching and impact noises hit your ears nastily, yet you can’t help but squirm and attempt to grind for friction to subdue the need throbbing in your clit.

Above you, the man is falling apart. His hips stutter every now and then and his voice is fucking endless. His long hair sticks to his sweaty forehead and sides of his neck, and it looks damn near intentionally placed from how beautiful he looks. The outdoor lights are like distant illuminators; glowing behind him softly—almost angelically. His eyebrows are knitted together and he struggles to keep his eyes every time he reaches the back of your throat and you start gagging. It’s beyond pleasurable. Blade isn't sure if it’s because of all the tension the two of you have built up, or if it's because he hasn't had any action in the last 3 weeks because of his neverending schedule, or if it’s because your mouth is fucking amazing, but he can't keep himself together. His chest starts heaving faster as he comes close to his high, his knees beginning to buckle, and his stomach caving.

You flick your tongue on the underside of his cock as much as you can and glue your eyes to his, seeing his release breaking him down inch by inch. “Fuck! I'm gonna fucking cum!” He announces, throwing his head back.

He stills in your mouth and you take the opportunity to suck harshly on his tip, swirling your tongue around it like it’s the sweetest lolly you’ve ever tasted. He pulls out of your mouth, and you vigorously stroke his cock, so focused and determined to milk him dry. He leans forward, slapping his palm against the wall behind you for stability as he cums. He moans so prettily as he paints your face, the warm ropes making you hum contently. You give him no break, sucking his tip one last time to make sure you get the most out of what he’s given you.

Blade catches his breath, standing up straight soon after and condescendingly cooing at the mess made on your face. He picks up a glob as he sweeps his thumb over your cheek, sliding the digit in your mouth. He presses on your tongue, finding pleasure in how you swallow your sounds under a layer of gagging, but how you never tear your eyes off of him. He does this until you’ve cleaned off your face—but he's not done with you.

You're finally allowed off of your aching knees. You're sure the gravel will leave an indent from how long you were down there. He pinches your pebbled nipples, smirking as you yelp. “What was it that was next? Making you beg..making you earn my cock in you?” you nod rapidly, backing into the wall for stability as he toys with your very sensitive tits. “Show me how you beg then.”

You put your hands on his shoulders to help you stand up, feeling so weak all of a sudden. Your voice cracks as you try to speak, meek little whimpers flowing out as he works your body expertly—like he knows what gets you going. “Please…fuck–Please fuck me, I need you so bad…!”

A shrill yelp is chased out of your throat when his palm cracks against one of your boobs, “Is that all you got? Try again.”

So you do. “Need you to fuck me, Blade. I wanna be used by you, broken–please, I'll do anything!”

“Not good enough. Again.”

“Please fuck me like the slut I am! I need to be full of you, need to have you fuck me ragged and dumb so all I think of is you!” you pitch up your voice, breathing it all out in one breath.

Pitiful. Another smack. “Again.”

“I'm so needy for you, please! It hurts–I need you so much, it hurts! Please…”

And he's heard enough. His right hand slides up to your neck, forcing you against the wall. His grip is tight, fingers pressing into the sides and you have to fight for your eyes to not roll to the back of your head. “You must not want me as bad as you acted like you did…”

“I do! I do!” You interject, but your voice is weak and small—nothing in comparison to his deep and lust-saturated tone. “Then act like you do. Beg.”

He runs his other hand up your thigh, cupping your cunt. Your panties are soaked, and he can feel the heat radiating off of you. He pushes the fabric to the side, running two fingers through your folds and you swear you almost fell out then and there. You'd gone teased and untouched all night—you were beyond ready.

“Pussy is fucking soaked…” he mumbles, letting his index and middle finger twirl through your folds, getting closer and closer to your clit. “You want me here? To fuck your sloppy pussy until you're cumming your brains out?”

Your eyes start to roll and he can feel the pulse intensify in your cunt. That's exactly what you wanted. “Say it. Say ‘I want my sloppy pussy fucked until I'm cumming my brains out, Blade’. Say it,”

You part your lips, and he slightly loosens the grip on your throat, “Wan–want…I want my sloppy pussy…” You get shy with your words, and he delivers a slap to your clit. The stimulation has you buckling over. You feel like his hands on you are going to be the death of you. “Say it.”

With the courage finally built up, “I want my sloppy pussy fucked until I'm cumming my brains out, Blade! Please, I need it s’bad…feel like I'm gonna fucking die!” leaves your lips easily like spreading butter on toast. His lips that you never got enough of tasting quirk up into his signature smirk. He lets you go, pushing you against the wooden crates and flipping up your jean skirt.

“There you go; atta-fucking-girl.” he practically rips your panties off of you, slapping your pussy just for the hell of it. He cringes at the sound it makes and laughs cruelly at your whimpering. He presses up against you, his semi-hard dick pressed against your ass, and he wraps his arm around you and shows you the coat of your arousal that paints his fingers. “Spit.”

With your spit and abundance of slick collected on his fingers, Blade strokes his cock, going until he’s near painfully hard. The sounds he elicits make your pussy clench around nothing, needing to be satiated so desperately. “Are you ready? There’s no going back.”

This is somehow the sweetest moment for you. Your heart swells and you can only sheepishly nod, wiggling your hips eagerly. “Never been more sure about anything in my life. Ruin me.”

Ask once more, and you shall receive once more. His cock is swiped through your folds and collects a considerable amount of your arousal. He lines up at your entrance, watching you brace yourself with a smile ingrained into his face. He pushes in with a sharp inhale, biting his tongue at the feel of your tightness. Your pussy sucks him right in and—fuck. Warm and soft and tight, he could cum right now.

Your face crinkles up and you grip tightly onto the wooden crates in front of you. You’ve dreamt of this for so long—touched yourself at night to the thought and it's finally happening. He's inside of you, stretching you out, sinking in and in and in, inch by inch until he buries himself deep in your guts, until his tight and heavy balls are touching your folds. You're so sensitive you feel like you're ready to cream already, and you need it, need him, and need more. You grind your hips back on him, exhaling thickly as you rest your head against your forearm. “So fucking ready for me…”

His hand cracks down on your ass. It hurts so well and you wince, arching your back further. He sighs, kneading your skin softly. Then he pulls out, inching out until only the tip sits idly in you. You turn around to look at him, and doing that ignites his fire.

Your face is pathetic and fucked out already. Eyebrows knitted together and your eyes heavy, hardly staying open. Your lips are parted yet folded into a small frown, and perspiration rests at your hairline. You egg him on to slam into you, and he watches your frown drop into a wide ‘o’ shape, your eyes fluttering. So he does it again. And your lip now slips between your teeth. And again. And you drop your head back onto your arms.

And so Blade keeps up this pace, gradually going faster as the pit in his stomach urges him to do so. Your sounds are now uncontrollable—they fly out of you like a skipping record, incoherent babbles, and sinful moans. Each collision of your bodies elicits a visceral, wet slap that echoes off the walls of the alleyway. People around the world could probably hear what you're doing, and you're not sure if that bothers you…if the thought of a curious passerby walking down this alley naïvely would be an issue. If anything, it makes you get louder, your throat not getting to rest.

He hits you again, groaning when your pussy clenches around him. “You’re so fucking loud– you want somebody to find us?” Yes, that is what you want to say. But you moan out louder, shaking your head no. He hits you again. “Don’t lie to me,”

“You’re a fucking painslut,” he spits at you. He wraps his arm to reach your clit, immediately finding the bud and pinching it. Your knees go weak and he stabilizes you against him by pushing you further into the crates in front of you. You sniffle and whimper, presumably spilling tears down your filthy fucking face but doing nothing but asking for more. You've gotten so wet, dripping everywhere messily and Blade only cringes his face up with each wet collision. You're so nasty, so filthy, letting a stranger who you parasocial bonded yourself to defile you in public. He's feeding into your crazed delusions, but he’d honestly rather be doing nothing else. When he pinches your clit again your body shakes. Your knees buckle again and from the waist up you're basically limp. He feels you tighten around him and he sucks his teeth, parting your ass to peer at the milky ring forming around the base of his cock. “Did you just fucking cum?” Yes, you did. And you felt like Heaven doing it.

“You came ‘cause I pinched your clit…” he does it again and you jolt up, whining for him to stop. “So if I slap it…” he slaps it, eyeing you for your reaction. “Or rub on it like I love you…” his fingers run circles on your bud, feeling you get impossibly tighter around him. “So fucking easy.”

He resumes his thrusts like he never stopped—slamming into you unapologetically and now additionally, rubbing on your cute, abused clit. He's not going to last long at this rate. Your pussy gushes around him like a running river and the noises have gotten even nastier. Squelching and the occasional puffs of air escaping…you’re a mess.

“Love this fucking cunt,” he praises while pinching your clit. His free hand that rested on the small of your back is now holding onto your neck, forcing you to stand upright against him. Blade is lean but muscular. His arms flex and you feel his abs every time your bodies get close enough. His strong thighs touch yours and it's like you feel his entire body weight every time he pushes into you. “So good, ‘s so fucking good, Blade!”

The man laughs at your outburst. He angles his hips differently, trying so hard to find your sweet spot to get you creaming again. “Yeah?” he asks, tightening his grip on your throat. “Mhm-!” you concur.

“Where?” He’s sure he's found it, and he drives his hips up, groaning happily once he feels your gummy walls contract around him. “Here?”

Your head nods rapidly. “Yes, yes, yes–fuck! Right there, oh my fucking God!”

Neither of you are going to last. Blade’s balls are so tight and the way your pussy hugs him is even tighter. You suck him in like you never want him to leave, but your over-stimulated squeals and shaking thighs suggest otherwise. He’s found your sweet spot and is recklessly abusing it, going all or nothing. The way he toyed with your clit like a kitten pawing at a toy was too much—it started to hurt, to throb endlessly as your stomach knotted and your hole drooled. His grip on your neck was the icing on the cake. You felt like you could no longer breathe — like his thrusts were knocking the wind out of you and him choking you was keeping it out. Every little thing he did pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

He was even more merciless than before. Blade fucked into you harder, rougher, and faster than before, and you chalked that up to his orgasm catching up to him. You listen to his songs on repeat all the time but never have you heard him sing more beautifully than now as he digs your pussy out. You were really blessed with this night, and now it is coming to a very eventful end.

“‘M gonna fucking cum–!” You announce, and Blade nods his head in agreement. He slaps your cunt one last time, his fingers covered in your juices now tweaking at one of your nipples. “Me…me too, fuck.”

He leans into your ear, “Make me cum in this fucking pussy,” a throaty moan breaks his sentence, and you moan back, feeling it coming. “So close, so close…!”

It's this contraction that has Blade falling apart. He thrusts into you one last time, his eyes shooting wide open as he cums deep in you. He moans gutturally and shakily, feeling you clench tighter as you orgasm as well. His hips stutter in you and your hips ride back onto him as you both come down from your highs. The alley is now deafeningly silent and you flush in embarrassment from how loud you must have been. He lets your neck and tit go, using one hand to now spread your ass and pull out his cock. Your pussy is puffy and shiny, and when he’s out, he watches with a burning gaze as your mixture of cum starts to slightly spill out.

He groans, slapping your ass one last time. You two finally separate, and you turn around to look at him. You're sure he doesn't look as fucked up as you do, but even so disheveled and fucked out and sweaty as he is, you can’t help but feel your heart flutter. He pulls up his boxers and pants, fixing his shirt before he looks over at your mostly naked frame. He comes over to you, pulling down your skirt, and his doing this makes you feel less like a one-night stand, and more like one of his girls.

Being so close to you, he breathes you in. You smell like sex, but beneath that is a layer of whatever fruity perfume you sprayed on you, and it's delectable; so he kisses you. It's something he doesn't usually do, and he wouldn't have done it for you, but you entrance him. Perhaps it's because you're what he likes— he's met his match.

But you kiss each other passionately like you were trying to reignite the flame you just spent God knows how long fucking out. Your tongues are well acquainted with one another, swirling and bumping and riding past one another knowingly. He pulls away from you, looking in your eyes as he lets spit fall onto your tongue once again. You smile happily as you swallow it—God, you could do this forever. “Come back with me,”

You didn't expect him to say that. You blink your eyes a few times in disbelief. This night can't be any more unreal. He notices your confusion and smiles, “Is that a no–”

“–No! I'll come with you!” you don't know where he’s taking you, or what it means to go with him. You do know that you’ll have a lot to tell Yukong, NDA or not, and that you’ll never forget this day.

Smiling again, this time devilishly, Blade pulls away from you, pinching your cheek. “Good girl.”

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loveislarryislove · 5 months ago

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Fandom Trumps Hate 2025 is coming!

Fandom Trumps Hate is ramping up for its ninth year, and I'm hoping you'll join me in participating! Over the next couple of weeks I'm going to be posting about this event, different ways to be involved, and keeping you apprised of important dates as they arrive. To start -- a quick FAQ!

What is Fandom Trumps Hate?

Fandom Trumps Hate (or FTH for short) is a massive cross-fandom auction of fanworks for charity. Contributors sign up to offer a digital (or sometimes physical!) creation, and bidders agree to donate an amount to selected charitable organizations. Over the past 8 years, they (and the hundreds of creators and bidders who have participated) have raised over $300,000 for dozens of organizations doing important work in fields including LGBTQ+ rights, housing insecurity, voting advocacy, racial inequality, environmental issues, and more.

What kinds of things can be in the auction?

Anything you can imagine and create! Most of the auctions are digital content, but there is also the Craft Bazaar for physical items. And even within the digital offerings, there's a ton of variety -- fanfics are one of the more popular, but there's also fanart, fan labor (such as beta-ing, region-picking or expertise-picking, coding, etc.), podfics, music, gifmaking, and more!

What are the key dates I should know about?

Creator signups are from Monday, January 20th to Sunday, February 2nd

On Friday, February 21st, the auctions will all be posted for bidders to peruse before the bidding period

Auction bidding is from Tuesday, February 25th at 8am EST to Saturday, March 1st at 8pm EST

Is auctioning off fanworks even legal?

I mean, technically everything in fanwork is a bit of a legal grey area, loosely protected by fair use. The key here is that the creators are not "selling" fanworks, nor are bidders "commissioning" the fanworks -- no money ever goes from bidder to creator, only from bidder to charitable organization. Instead, these fanworks are gifts to thank the bidders for their donation.

I have another question?

I'll be making a few more posts with more information, but please feel free to drop me an ask or slide into my DMs, and I'll help as best I can! You can also check out the @fandomtrumpshate tumblr for more information, or reach out to them via email at [email protected].

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 1 year ago

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Bucky waking you up in the best way possible on your birthday

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Bucky wakes you up in the best way possible on your birthday.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, female receiving, vibranium arm kink, praise kink, pet names

A/N: My birthday is tomorrow (May 29th) and I had to write and post this. Enjoy!

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

A pleasure filled hum left your lips when you felt something in between your legs on your lower region. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked under the blanket to see Bucky in between your legs and eating you out like his life depends on it. Bucky’s free hand tossed the blanket off of the two of you so you can see him.

“Good morning, babydoll.” Bucky huskily says against your pussy.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned in response.

Bucky smirks against your pussy and continued to eat you out. He brought his vibranium hand up to your breasts, giving one of them a gentle squeeze. You shivered at the feeling of the cool vibranium against your skin. Bucky’s tongue flicked against your clit while two of his fingers on his right hand were fucking you. The stubble of his beard was scratching your inner thighs in the way you love so much. Bucky’s eyes flickered up at you, making eye contact with you. His vibranium hand left your breast to caress your chin. He tilted your head down to get a better look at your face. His vibranium thumb rubbed across your bottom lip. You parted your lips just enough for him to slide his thumb in your mouth. You sucked on it, swirling your tongue around it like you do with his cock. Bucky slowly took his thumb out of your mouth and brought it down to your pussy, removing his mouth from your clit and replaced it with his thumb, applying a little bit of pressure as he rubbed it in circles.

“Bucky!” You moaned loudly.

“That’s right, birthday girl.” His voice is husky. “Keep moaning my name.” He says.

His name left your lips like a chant. It was like music to Bucky’s ears.

“I can feel you getting close, doll face.” He says, feeling your pussy flutter around his fingers.

“Mmm yes!” You moaned. “Please let me cum.” You begged.

“You don’t need my permission to cum on your birthday.” He says.

His thumb applied more pressure on your clit as he rubbed it and his fingers moved fucked you faster. Your hands clutched the sheets beneath you. A loud moan of his name left your lips as you came hard. Bucky’s fingers fucked you through your orgasm. He gave your clit one last rub before taking his fingers out of your cunt and licked your release off of his fingers, moaning at your taste. He then kissed up your body. You gasped when his teeth bit down hard enough on your skin to left a hickey. He kissed you hungrily when he got to your lips.

“Happy Birthday, doll.” Bucky says against your lips.

“Mhmm, thank you, babe.” You say, smiling against his lip.

“Just know, there’s more to come on your special day.” He says seductively.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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absurdthirst · 5 months ago

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Amantes Unitum {Marcus Acacius x F!Reader x Lucilla}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 22.4k

Warnings: Vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), promise of marriage, Roman politics, heart ache, infidelity (technically), public baths, mentions of orgies, flirting, wlw, threesome activities, fingering, breast play, face sitting, cock riding, development of feelings, treachery, imprisonment, death, grieving, arranged marriage

Comments: You have anticipated marrying Marcus Acacius since he was a young officer. The needs of Rome come before your own and you find yourself in a unique situation where your lover is married to the Empress of Rome to keep her safe from the madness of the Twin Emperors, Geta and Caracalla.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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“Marcus.” You moan, tilting your head as your lover moves above you. He’s pushing deep enough to shift you up the bed and you caress his back. “Amor.” He groans, kissing your exposed neck and he wants to spend every night in your bed. He plans to now that he has returned from war. He plans to ask your father for your hand. His amor. “You are so beautiful.” He murmurs against your skin, breathing you in.

“I missed you.” You whimper softly. “The months apart are too much. Take me with you.” It is a ridiculous request, but you would follow Marcus to the front line, into battle, if you could be with him every day. Your love for the quickly advancing in the ranks soldier, Marcus Acacius, might be considered foolish to some. As the daughter of a senator, you could have anyone, but you wanted him. You know he will be a general, but his status doesn’t matter to you. Just how wonderful he is.

"It's too dangerous, amor." Marcus shakes his head, not wanting you to be in that environment. He would love to have you with him every night in his tent but the mere thought of you being hurt is enough to make him shudder as he moves above you. "Your father would never forgive me if anything happened to you." He murmurs, kissing up to your jaw.

“Then when I am your wife.” You clench down around him as he rocks into you again. “We will spend every day you are home in bed. All day.” You promise. “I love you.”

Marcus groans at the confession, his heart pounding, and he knows he has to return to Rome in glory. That is the only way he can be with you, the only way you can be his. He shifts onto his elbow, his free hand sliding down your body to rub your clit. He wants you to fall apart for him. He wants to hear you cry out his name.

Being lovers for so long has given Marcus a very intimate knowledge of your body. Knowing exactly how to make you cry out in pleasure as he touches you. “Acacius!” You cry out as pleasure washes over you a few moments later.

Marcus loves the way you fall apart beneath him, his hand pulling away from your clit to cup your cheek. He presses his lips to yours with a low groan and rocks into you a little harder, faster as he seeks his own pleasure. "Fuck." He curses against your lips, his forehead pressing into yours as he thrusts one, two, three more times before he rips himself free from your cunt, his cock twitching as his hot seed spurts over your belly and the thatch of curls between your thighs.

You bite your lip, wishing that he could stay inside you, but you can’t risk a child. You already have to make sure that you drink your tea tonight, given to you by one of your servants to make sure you do not have a child before you are ready. “The great Marcus Acacius looks so wrecked when he cums.” You tease, caressing his cheek. “Amor.”

He tries to catch his breath, chuckling breathlessly as his orgasm rattles through his system. “One day you’ll be my wife. We will be together. I just need time to be worthy of you.” He murmurs, shifting to lay down beside you and he pulls you into his chest.

“You’re worthy now.” You insist, curling against his chest. “You will be promoted any day now and most of the men under your command already have families.”

Marcus sighs, "you know your father won't let me marry you. He wants you to be with a senator or someone with status. I am nobody. A boy who was brought to Rome to fight. To earn my freedom and climb the ranks in the army. I am doing that but I have no family coin. I have no property other than my home. I am nothing and I need to be something to have you." He murmurs and you shake your head, "you already have me." You promise but Marcus shifts to kiss your forehead, "I want all of you. I want you to be my wife. To have our children. To die knowing I spent my life loving you."

You hum softly, smiling as soon as you think about having his babies. Carrying them under your heart as you wait for him to return from another successful campaign. “That is what will happen.” You tell him, completely sure of your future together. “The gods will see it so.”

Marcus sighs, hoping you are right but the gods can be cruel. He closes his eyes and prays he doesn’t have to die without you being his wife.

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“Acacius.” You gasp when Marcus pushes into your home, your father is in the Senate but the servants will report your lover’s presence to him. Your brow furrows when you see how tense your lover is, his shoulders bunched. “I am to go to war again, my love. I- they have made me a General. The Emperors are young but they have been advised to give me this status. We can marry. As soon as I return.” He announces but he is worried he is being played a fool by the powers that be.

“Oh Marcus.” You reach up and caress his cheek. The unrest since the death of Commodus and Marcus’s former General, Maximus Meridius in the colosseum has set everyone one edge. Rumors were swirling that Lucilla had sent her son, Lucius away after power had been seized by the twins. No one had seen the boy in months. “I will wait for you and make plans.” You promise, leaning in to press your lips to his firmly despite the disapproving audience of your father’s servants.

He pulls you close, needing to feel you before he leaves. His men are packing their things and they are preparing to leave to conquer more land for Rome. “I love you.” He murmurs against your lips, “and I need you. Please, amor. One more time before I leave.” He pleads, his hand sliding down to squeeze your ass through your robes.

You turn your head towards the servants. “Leave us.” You command, knowing that they will have no choice but to obey you. Bowing their heads, they disappear and you grab Marcus’s hand to drag him towards the courtyard. It is cooler there and you want to make sure that you send your General off right.

Marcus lets you escort him through the villa until you are in the courtyard and he groans when you wrap your arms around him, pulling him close to press your lips to his. He responds immediately, sliding his tongue into your mouth, wanting to dominate you before he leaves you for gods know how long.

Moaning softly, you feel the determination in Marcus, knowing what he wants. Reaching up, you unpin the laurels that hold up your dress. Pushing back slightly to let the garment fall to the floor to leave you in your slippers.

His eyes trail along your form, darkening as he tries to memorize every detail to carry him through the long lonely nights of war. He is tenting his tunic but he steps closer to you and sinks down onto his knees, grabbing your thighs to drag you towards him. He wastes no time surging forward to press his nose between your thighs, breathing in your scent until his tongue slides through your folds.

“Acacius,” your gasp is quickly turned into a moan from the flick of his tongue across your clit. Marcus has never been shy about providing you pleasure and this is the last time you can be together before he leaves. Your fingers card through his hair, grinding your hips forward to give him more access to your cunt. “You are better than the women at the baths.” You praise breathlessly.

He doesn’t deny you pleasure in the baths. He loves that you are satisfied during his absence and he trusts that he has your heart. However, he is competitive and he wants to outshine those women. His tongue flicks until he sucks your clit into his mouth, loving how you moan loud enough for the servants to hear. Possessing you in the only way he can at this time.

You whimper his name, looking down and watching as a Roman general kneels down in front of you and feasts on your cunt. “Gods.” You moan loudly. “I wish to see this for the rest of my life.”

He groans in agreement against your cunt, sliding his tongue through your folds and his hand trails up your leg, lifting it up onto his shoulder so he can lap at more of your flesh.

Marcus devours your cunt, his tongue flicking over your clit and through your folds, Moving down to push inside your cunt while he holds onto your hips like he is afraid you would push away. You never would. "Maritus." you whimper, knowing that he will be your husband as soon as he comes back a victor in war.

His body shudders beneath you at the title, desperately wanting it and for you to be his uxor. He wants you to be his forever. His fingers dig into your flesh as he laps at you, his jaw aching as he widens it but he wants you to fall apart above him.

Your leg shakes and your knee threatens to buckle. Only kept upright by the broadness of Marcus's body and his strong frame keeping you fixed in place. "I- It's so good." you whine, rocking your hips forward again and your stomach lurches before you cry out in pleasure.

He loves how you shake above him when you cum, falling apart for him. He’s desperate as he works you through your high. His fingers squeeze your ass and he kisses your clit when it becomes too much for you. He watches you, resting his glistening chin on your belly and his hand slides down to your thigh.

“Take me.” You beg breathlessly, sinking down to your knees and reaching under his tunic to wrap your fingers around his cock. “Show me that I’m yours. Give me the strength to carry on in your absence.”

Marcus grabs your ass, lifting you to hover you over his cock. “Put me inside your cunt, amor.” He orders, your thighs on either side of his hips. “Take what you want. It’s yours. I’m yours.”

You shift slightly, reaching down and grasping his cock again to press against your entrance. “I love you.” You promise, pressing your lips to his as you feel him pull you down on his length.

He moans into your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours as you sink down onto his cock. You feel incredible and he wishes he could legally call you his. His hands squeeze your ass and he helps to rock you on top of his cock.

You are riding his cock on the ground of your courtyard and you don't care. The water from the fountain trickles nearby but it is not nearly loud enough to cover your moans. "Marcus." Your fingers push into his hair. "May the Gods keep you safe and return you to me."

He’s desperate as he ruts up into you, his fingers digging into your flesh as he takes you. He prays that it won’t be the last time but he doesn’t know when it comes to war. He could easily be struck down and left to rot on the battlefield. For now, he’s going to be greedy and have as much of you as possible. “I’ll fight with every breath I have to return to you.” He vows, kissing your neck.

“Yes.” You moan softly, holding him as close as you can get. “My general. My warrior, fighting for me.” You know that he could be lost and you would spend your entire life waiting for him to return. “Just you, never will I marry anyone but you.” You vow.

Marcus groans, knowing that might be an impossible promise but his heart pounds at hearing it. “Mine.” He growls, his cock twitching inside you as he scrapes his knees while thrusting up into you, his grip on your ass helping you rock on top of him.

Your coupling is fierce and passionate, both of you taking and giving all of yourselves to the other. Your gasps breathed into his mouth and you don’t care if the servants tell your father. You are Marcus’s and you will remain that way. “I love you.” Your strangled cry comes as your world shatters, body drowning in waves of pleasure as your cunt clamps down around him. “Stay inside.” You manage.

“Fuck. Are you sure?” Marcus grunts, not wanting to leave you with child while he is gone fighting. “Yes. Yes. It’s safe. I just bled.” You promise and he groans, his hips aching as he thrusts into you, his knees scratched up but he doesn’t care as he thrusts until he stills, his cock twitching as he paints your walls for the first time.

It feels perfect. The heat of his seed flooding your womb has you whimpering and for a moment; you wish that the gods will let you have his child even though you know it’s not possible. Not before you are married to him. Your father would be furious.

Marcus kisses you, wanting to possess all of you, but it’s not possible. He has to earn you. He has to become good enough for you. Even if it’s not you putting those perimeters in. “Amor.” He murmurs, caressing your back, “you must take the tea.”

“I will.” You promise, cupping both of his cheeks and kissing him softly on the lips. “Our children will never question their parentage.” You murmur. “I will carry your children as your uxor.” You kiss him again. “May the gods keep you safe.” You pull away and you take the ring on your index finger off and reach for his hand. “My love travels with you. This ring was given to me by Maximus when he was general of the Southern Legions, now it will be yours as you command your men.” You promise and put the ring on his pinkie.

He looks down at the ring and his heart pounds. He wishes he could stay with you. Be your Maritus and spend his life with you but he can’t. He has duties, he has to earn you. He kisses you again, desperate and knowing this. Hold on the last time. He murmurs your name and holds you close until you hear footsteps and you scramble off of him, his cum dripping down your thigh but concealed by your robes.

Quickly flipping your top back up, you clip it into place with the pin and stand next to Marcus as your father comes out into the courtyard. “Acacius.” He hums. “It seems you are always in my home.”

Marcus stands straight, praying nothing is out of place and he nods to your father. “Senator.” He greets him and he hums, glancing between you and Acacius. “Shouldn’t you be preparing to leave for war.” He tilts his head and he nods, “yes, I came here to say goodbye to your daughter.” Your father nods, “very well. Say goodbye and be on your way. We are due to the palace to see the Emperors for a feast.” He raises his eyebrows at you and steps out the room, allowing you to say goodbye to Marcus.

“I would rather be going with you than feast with the emperors.” You promise him, reaching up to caress his cheek once more before you kiss him. “Fight hard and come home to me, General.”

Marcus nudges his nose against yours, “be good, amor, and I’ll be back before you know it. I’ll be yours. And you’ll be mine and nothing…no one will part us.” He vows, turning his head to kiss your palm before he lowers it from his face. He stares at you, wanting to commit your features to memory, knowing that’s what will carry him through the tough journey ahead. He nods and steps back, knowing that he has to leave or he never will. He bows his head, “I’ll be seeing you, uxor.” He promises and leaves your home, his stomach twisting with the desire to earn your hand.

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Marcus is home. Your father had announced that the General would be honored in a series of games and feasts, making your heart pound in anticipation. He was coming home a hero. Finally worthy of your hand by his own imagined standards. It has been years since he was home for more than a week. Never enough time to marry or do more than spend a few hours wrapped up in one another. The twin emperors constantly sent him off to war in the name of Rome. Time has passed and still you have refused your father’s suggestions of finding a husband. There is only one man you want. You dress carefully and make sure that your father brings you to the parade to watch your future uxor receive his honors from the emperors.

Marcus waves to the crowd who scream and cheer, throwing tokens and flowers towards him, but he feels numb. War is brutal. War is vicious and he feels like a fraud for returning home in glory when so many men's beds are empty. The chariot stops and he waves to the crowd before he makes his way up the steps. The crowd cheers and he sees the emperors standing there waiting for him. He bows his head once he's there and he clasps his hands together while the golden laurel is placed on his head.

You watch, standing beside your father from the group of senators that have gathered. Pride bursting in your chest as the men whisper about Marcus’s accomplishments and his victories in the name of Rome.

The Emperors grin, clapping their hands, "now we feast!" They declare and Geta spins to face the group of senators. Marcus follows his gaze, his eyes widening at the sight of you standing there. You look as gorgeous as the day he left you standing in your courtyard. He murmurs your name, his eyes drifting to your father who bows his head to the accomplished general.

You smile, beaming as your father shows Marcus respect. “Father-“ you start and he sighs softly. “We will discuss your future later.” He reminds you. “Now is not the time. There is a feast planned and the emperors will be sorely upset if attention is not paid properly.”

Marcus is escorted to the feast without being able to approach you but he knows he will have an opportunity when the feast is in full swing. He will leave before the emperors begin their favored orgy. “To General Acacius!” Geta toasts and everyone raises their cups. You are a few seats down from Marcus who has been seated next to Lucilla. “To your safe return.” She adds and clinks her cup with Marcus’s.

You raise your cup in toast to honor Marcus, watching him with a yearning that makes your entire body ache. As soon as you can, you will whisk him away for a proper reunion. Lucilla leans in and murmurs to Marcus, but his eyes flicker towards you, making you nod slightly at him and smile.

Lucilla leans closer to Marcus and he stiffens a little at her proximity. “I need to speak with you, General.” She murmurs and Marcus frowns, his gaze trailing over to you as you sit beside your father looking even more beautiful than the day he left you to go to war. “Very well. We can speak.” He murmurs, “what do you wish to discuss, my lady?”

Lucilla takes a deep breath, her eyes darting towards the emperors before looking back at the brave and daring General. She had heard of his conquests for Rome and how fiercely loyal the men were becoming to him. It was good now that Maximus was gone and her life was in turmoil. “I fear that I am in grave danger, General.” She murmurs quietly, leaning in and laying her hand on his arm. “I need your help. I need you to marry me.”

Marcus frowns, glancing down at her hand before his eyes flick back up to hers. He is shocked at her request and he glances across the table to where you are seated next to your father. “I cannot. I am to marry another woman.” He murmurs, his dark eyes on her as her hand trembles. “The emperors wish to have me killed.” She whispers, “I need to take a husband. One who has power.” She confesses and Marcus nods, “let us speak in private. Later.”

You are curious to know what Lucilla is talking about with Marcus to put that frown on his face. His brows pinched together in concern. You take a sip of your wine and your attention is captured by the senator sitting next to you. “Your general must be eager to marry you.” Senator Graccus hums with a smirk on his face.

The feast is in full swing and soon the whores are being brought in for the emperors and their guests. “Escort me home, General.” Lucilla orders and Marcus glances at you before he nods, standing up and offering his arm. He can feel eyes on him as he escorts her through the crowd and soon he’s standing outside her courtyard. “What is this about, my lady?” He demands, his stomach twisting.

“Caracalla and Geta are suspicious of my influence over the senate.” She explains. “They are not satisfied by Lucius’ disappearance and have decided that I should be dealt with.” She shudders delicately. “The fact that they are my younger brothers does not mean much, and I need the protection of your rank.”

Marcus knows that Lucilla is the reason why the emperors haven’t taken out the senate to be dictators. They know she would tell the people of Rome about their crimes if the senate was removed. “I understand your dilemma, my lady, but I am to marry the woman I have promised my life to. She has waited years for my return. We were lovers before I left for war. I am hers, body and soul, and I cannot betray her.”

Lucilla sighs and walks towards the gate of her villa. The large, palatial home that seems more of a prison than a respite. “Then I am doomed.” She murmurs softly. “There is nothing I can offer you? Everything I have will be yours. My influence yours, my lands and coins, servants. I would willingly give them to you for the protection of your name.”

Marcus sighs, his heart torn and he thinks of you. “My mother was your tutor. I knew your father, I knew Maximus. You have been a constant in my life and I prayed to the gods for your son to be our next emperor. A fair and honest leader. That is not our fate. We must save Rome from the emperors. I fear their lust for power and hunger for land will never be satiated. I do not wish to see you dead.” He says, his shoulders slumping slightly as he knows what he must do, even if it’s against his heart.

There is a glimmer of hope as Lucilla turns towards you. “Yes?” She asks softly. “I know that I am asking much of you.” She murmurs your name, “has been awaiting your return to Rome with the eagerness of a new bride. I would not ask if it did not possibly mean the future of our people.” She turns towards the city, swallowing slightly. “Tell me what you are thinking, Acacius.” She begs. “Once my father and Maximus trusted you, and I trust you now. If there is something else that would save me, let me know.”

Marcus frowns, torn on what to do. He promised you that he’d marry you as soon as he returned from war. Yet he must protect Lucilla if he has to prevent Rome from suffering at the hands of the twins. “I- I will marry you, but I need her. I cannot live without her.”

Lucilla nods. “I understand, I would not wish to keep you apart.” She is somewhat resigned to the fact that she will never have a husband who loves her, but to have a man admit that he needs someone else stings her vanity slightly. “I will ask that she join my household, perhaps a companion?”

Marcus knows that you will not be satisfied with the arrangement and if you do not wish to follow him to her household, he will understand. It will kill him to let you go but he is being selfish by marrying Lucilla to save the Roman Empire. It’s a noble calling but one that breaks his heart because he cannot marry the woman he loves.

“Then you will do it?” Lucilla asks softly, wanting to make sure that they both understand. “I will.” Marcus agrees and she steps towards him and leans in, turning her head when he pulls back slightly to kiss his cheek. “Thank you.” She murmurs softly. “I would not ask if the situation was not dire and I will make sure that your lover knows that she is welcomed in your bed more than I.”

Marcus takes her hands in his hand, shakes his head. “I am doing this for Rome. Please accept my apologies, my lady, you are a beautiful woman but I will not be sharing your bed. I will only share my bed with the woman I love. She has waited many moons for my return and I owe her my body and my soul. You can have my name and my title, but the rest of me belongs to her.”

“You are an honorable man.” Her smile is slightly bittersweet and she squeezes his hands before she pulls away. “My wish is that the emperors will curb their excess and gluttony to become the leaders that Rome needs, but I do not see that happening. I hope that you know that I serve the people of Rome and sacrifice much for her.”

Marcus nods, “the Emperor’s are sick with both disease and greed for power. We must serve Rome for strength and honour“ Lucilla agrees and Marcus kisses the back of her hand before he bowels his head and leaves her villa. You must have returned from the feast by now so he makes his way through the city until he approaches your villa. Your father is likely still deep in his cups, but he slips to your room and knocks on your window, hoping you are still awake.

It had disturbed you when Marcus left the feast without a word to you, but you had been sent home by your father before the orgy began. Knowing that despite the knowledge you are not pure, you still have a reputation to maintain. You had been reading some scrolls to distract yourself, drinking a cup of wine when you hear someone outside your window. Making you smile as you stand and move to the curtains. “The conquering hero returns.” You murmur softly, smiling as he smirks. “Have you come to finally claim your prize?”

Marcus smiles up at you through your window and gestures for you to open it so he can climb into your room. Reminded of the times he would do that before he left to go to war. “What is my prize?” He teases, knowing he has to tell you the news but for a moment, he wants to pretend he’s returning to you.

You reach out and caress the decorative armor that covers his chest. “Me.” You hum. “However you want me.” You bite your lip and flutter your lashes up at him. “My father will have no problem accepting the lauded general as the man who marries his daughter.”

Marcus sighs, reaching for you to drag you into his armored chest. “Amor. I would marry you this second if we had a priest but I- I have a duty to Rome. You own me. Body and soul. Yet I find myself unable to give you my name.” You frown and he presses his forehead against yours so he doesn’t have to see your face when he says “Lucilla has asked me to be her husband.”

“What?” You frown and try to pull away but Marcus tightens his hold on you. “Why you? Why now?” You demand, starting to choke up as tears fill your eyes. Your love, your soulmate is going to marry Lucilla? After all the plans and working towards the future that you had both done? “Do you- you don’t want me to be your wife?”

Marcus shakes his head and your eyes widen, "no. No. I want you to be my wife more than anything. You know it's been my cause. What I have fought so hard for. But Amor, there is more than us. The Empire...she cannot be led into destruction by the emperors. Lucilla...we must find her son. The rightful heir. We must restore fairness and strength and honor to Rome. To do that, Lucilla must live and she is threatened by the emperors. She has no protector. She needs a husband and my status will protect her. If we are to be wed, if we want children...there has to be a Rome for them to grow up in. Otherwise, we are signing their death before they are even born."

“Children?” You choke out and pull away from him to rush back to your cup of wine. “You would have children with Lucilla, not me. She will be your wife, not me.” You chuckle unhappily and take a large gulp of your drink, wishing you had stayed at the feast.

Marcus shakes his head, cupping your cheeks, “I want to have children with you. I want you to be my wife but I can’t do that without protecting Rome from the emperors. We have no future if they are unrestrained.”

His words chill you, making you sigh as you pull away. “I understand.” You murmur, hating that your dreams are being crushed under the sandals of fate.

“I spoke to Lucilla about you. She said you can come live with us. As her companion but you’ll spend every night in my bed. I know I am asking you to love me from the shadows, to essentially be my whore, but I’ll make sure you are cared for. That you never want for anything.”

“Your whore.” You close your eyes and bite your lip. You had dreamed of being his wife, carrying his children and his name proudly. Now, you would be his whore. You had once told him that you would take him however you could have him. “My father would not be happy. He knows that we have been together, that I am not pure.”

“I will let you go. If you do not wish to accompany me in this journey but we have come so far. I love you. My heart is yours. Will always be yours. I need to do this. For Rome. For our future. It won’t be forever. Lucilla has promised a divorce once Lucius is found and the twins are defeated.”

You frown, hating the idea of being apart from him after so long. You step closer to him and reach up. His dark eyes are focused on you and you can tell that if you were to strike him, he would let you. Instead, you caress his cheek. “I have always been yours.” You remind him. “I played your whore since the first time I let you between my thighs and if that is how I have to keep you? Then I will be her companion.”

“You’ve never been my whore. You’re been my lover. My goddess. The one who owns every ounce of my form. I am yours, amor. In every way but name. And one day, my name will be yours too. I love you.” He vows, leaning in to kiss you softly. “I shall speak with your father. If he doesn’t allow it then I will understand. He wants what is best for you and you deserve a life where you are the lady of the house. Not a life spent in the shadows with me. I wish I could proclaim to Rome that you are mine and I am yours but I must serve the empire. I will marry Lucilla and, pray to gods, you will be by our side until we can be one.”

“I will do whatever I must to stay beside you.” You murmur softly, pressing into him and leaning closer to kiss his lips. “Now, take your spoils, General.”

Marcus feels wrong taking you without giving you his ring but he desperately needs you. Imagined this exact moment so many times when he was fighting to survive, aching after taking the lives of too many men to count. He surges forward to kiss you, groaning into your mouth as he slides his hands down to squeeze your ass.

This is the Marcus you have been eager to have back. The passionate one, the one that is desperate for you. Your own fingers start to tear at the ties to his armor, wanting it off of his frame so you can touch the man underneath the solid image. There has been a statue of Marcus placed close to your bathhouse and you often think of how much it looks like him but does not feel like him. He is soft and strong, not unyielding like the marble image of him.

He lets his armor drop and grabs it to set it on the floor, letting you work on removing his sandals, untying them and his wrappings until you are reaching for the hem of his tunic. “I am scarred. More than before.” He warns you, not wanting you to be upset by the injuries that are haunting his body.

“More of you to kiss.” You promise, believing that every scar on his body was proof that he fought to come home to you. “My general.” You slowly lift his tunic off his body and groan in arousal at the sight of him. Strong and soft, his cock is jutting out from his body, already hard and you tenderly caress the scar in his side. “Be more careful, amor.” You whisper, leaning down to kiss it gently. “You need to come home to me.”

Marcus wishes more than anything that he could claim you as his wife in this very second, but he has always struggled with his desire to do the right thing over his own desires. He must marry Lucilla to protect Rome otherwise his own selfishness or ultimately lead to the demise of everyone within the empire.“I have come home to you, my love. No matter what happens, remember that every part of me is yours. I carried your ring with me into battle and that is why I am still here today.”

You know that Marcus had visited the baths before the feast so you don’t hesitate to sink to your knees in front of him. The ring is still on his finger and you smirk as you reach out to grasp his cock and roll the foreskin back to reveal the leaking and neglected tip. “Then let me give you your reward for coming home to me.” You coo before you lean forward and wrap your lips around him.

His chest heaves when you take him into your mouth. Marcus has not been with a woman since he was in your bed. He has taken himself in hand and ensured his celibacy and dedication to you, imagining how sweet the feel of you will be after so long and he was right. “Fuck.” He pants, his chin resting on his chest as he watches you take what you want from him.

You hum in agreement, enjoying the salty, musky taste of him, the oils that had perfumed his bath mixing with his natural scent and you hollow your cheeks to take him deeper. Wanting him to unravel for you, to release all the tension and frustrations from your time apart on you. Reaching up, you grasp his ass and rock him forward into your mouth as you look up at him.

“Fuck. Your mouth. I’ve missed it more than anything. I’ve missed you, amor. Gods, you are my deity. I worship you.” He promises and moans your name, caressing your cheek.

You giggle slightly but you don’t pull away. Pressing deeper until your nose is buried in the wiry hair at the base of his cock. Swallowing around him again just to hear him groan your name before you slowly start to bob your head.

You’ve always been so damn good at this. Especially since you’ve only ever touched him. You know exactly what he wants because he was the one to show you. He watches you with dark eyes, groaning your name as you let him push down your throat with every thrust.

It’s sloppy, tears leaking out of your eyes and saliva running down your chin, but you don’t pull away. You want him to fuck your throat, to use you like he needs. He will make sure that you are pleasured, you have no doubt about that. He never leaves you unsatisfied.

He grunts, his cock twitching in your mouth as you sloppily take him into your mouth. It’s messy and he fucking loves it. Grabbing the back of your head, he keeps you still so he can rock into your mouth, your eyes on him and he groans your name. It doesn’t take long until he starts to spill down your throat.

The first time Marcus cums after returning from war, it seems like he never will stop. Rope after salty rope spills down your throat and pushes out of your mouth when you can’t swallow fast enough, making your cunt ache with anticipation as you drink him down.

He feels wrecked as you take all he can give. His eyes squeezed shut while your name tumbles from his lips. “Fuck. Amor, I need - come here.” He growls, grabbing your arms to pull you up from the floor after you release his cock and he presses his lips to yours, fingers searching for the pin that keeps your dress on your body.

You groan into the kiss, hands stroking his body as he unclips your dress and lets it fall to the floor. “Marcus.” You moan softly. “Take me to bed.”

He nods, his hands grabbing you to pull you close as he walks you backwards towards your bed. “I’ve missed you so much.” He murmurs, kissing your shoulder as he lowers you down onto the bed. Kneeling between your thighs, he presses kisses everywhere he can reach until he kisses down your chest to take your nipple into his mouth.

Your gasp is loud, fingers tangling into his hair and you arch up into his mouth. Offering yourself to him like you have every time you have been with him. “Acacius.” You whine, loving how he bites down and then soothes the pain with his tongue.

Marcus groans, kissing along your skin until he’s taking your other nipple into his mouth, biting down. He kisses down your stomach, pushing your thighs apart with his shoulders until he is settled between your thighs. “Gods I’ve missed this.” He confesses, inhaling your scent.

You moan softly. “I’ve missed your tongue between my thighs as well.” You tease, looking down at his eyes as his lashes flutter slightly. “Your cock, inside me.”

Marcus groans, loving how you press his cheeks between your thighs. He wastes no time sliding his tongue through your folds. He loves your taste, your tang as he samples the arousal he’s missed for so long. “Fuck, taste so good, amor.” He murmurs, diving back in to slide his tongue through your cunt.

Your own moan is loud and lusty, approving of the way the dives into you. Your lashes flutter but you want to watch him as he pleasures you. The women in the baths can’t compare to the eagerness of your lover as he devours your cunt. You had not been going for the past months, wanting to wait until your Marcus was home to cum again, so every swipe of his tongue quickly works you up.

Marcus’s fingers dig into your flesh as he laps at you. He groans as he pushes his tongue into your cunt. He loves how you moan his name and he’s dreamed of this so many times. He loves it. He loves you. He wants to do this for the rest of his life.

He laps at you and you feel the familiar knot starting to curl in your stomach. “Marcus.” You pant softly, reaching down and tugging his hair slightly to pull him back up to your clit. “I’m so close, amor.”

He needs you to fall apart for him. He wants to spend hours between your thighs, ruining you and claiming you after he’s been gone for so long. He moans into your flesh, his lips wrapping around your clit to push you over the edge.

The strong sucks to your sensitive flesh tips you over the edge and you feel your body lurch up as you cry out. Your cunt clenches around the two fingers he quickly pushed inside you and you soak them while you shatter.

When you cry out, he groans, his cock hardening against your bed as you soak his face. He works you through it, his hands caressing your hips, and he loves your sounds, your taste. So many memories brought back after so long away from you.

Marcus doesn’t pull away until you are shuddering and sobbing as you squeeze your thighs closed. “So good.” You urge him up to press your lips to his. “I love you, amor.”

He slides up your body, wasting no time in pressing his lips to yours. You don't care about the tang of your cum on his tongue as it slides into your mouth and his cock is hard, pressing against your thigh.

“Insatiable.” You grin against his mouth and reach between you to cup his cock. “I want you inside me.” You moan. “I just finished my bleed so I want you to fill me up. I’ll drink the tea, but I need you to claim me.”

Marcus knows he should say no. He shouldn’t risk you especially when he cannot take your hand like he desires but he also can’t deny you. He groans and takes himself in hand, shifting up until he notches himself at your entrance.

The first push of him inside you is always the best feeling in the world. “Oh Marcus.” You lift your legs onto his hips and wrap them around his waist. “Amor, I have missed this. Missed you everyday.”

He breathes you in, “I love you. I will always love you. I’m yours.” He vows, “thought of you every moment I was away. When I went on the battlefield, I fought to come back to you.”

You wrap your arms around him and pull him close, wanting his whole weight on you. “I will always be here for you. I want to be here for you. Your sanctuary.”

He loves how you feel under him as he rocks into you. “You will always be by my side.” He promises, “I love you.” He murmurs, kissing along your neck and he sighs, feeling like he’s returned home.

Every thrust is a proclamation of his love for you. You know Marcus is torn between his duty to Rome and his love for you. You cannot make him choose. “Amor.” You whisper, stroking his back as he moves over you. “My love. I am always yours. This life and the next.”

“I’ll give you all of me when Rome is free.” He vows, “and I’ll love you until the day I die.” He promises, his cock twitching inside you as he makes love to you. “I’d die for you.” He breathes into your mouth as he kisses you.

“Never have to die for me.” You know he would, though. He would do anything for you, just like you would do anything for him. You are, you are giving up your vision of the future because you know he needs to do this. Rocking your hips up to meet his thrusts, you kiss him back fiercely, moaning into his mouth.

He wants to feel you cum around his cock again and his hand slides down your side until he’s gripping your thigh. He loves how you moan when he adjusts your leg so he sinks deeper into you.

“Acacius.” You gasp when he presses against something inside you. “There, just like that.” You beg, your nails starting to dig into his shoulders. If you leave half moons embedded into his skin, you will be proud to see the marks on him.

He would wear your mark everywhere, show all of Rome that he is yours, but he has a duty to fulfil. He groans and thrusts into you a little faster, wanting to hear you cry out his name. He focuses on that spot, rocking into you. “Cum for me, amor. I want to feel it.”

You whine his name, your body reacting to his demand. Eyes closing as he rocks you closer until you are sobbing out his name and your cunt clenches around his cock.

“Fuck.” He curses at the way you soak him, squeezing his cock like a goddamn vice. He shifts his knees, grabbing your other thigh to push it back and he lifts your calves over his shoulders. Sinking deeper into you, his jaw is clenched and he wants you to fall apart one more time before he cums.

All you can do is take him. He has you pinned down as his hips start to drive harshly forward. Hammering into you at the perfect angle to have your toes curl as you squeal.

His eyes are focused on you, the way you throw your head back, and he growls, wanting to possess you. He thrusts into you over and over, your cunt squelching as you take what he gives you. “That’s it, amor. Fuck, you feel so good.”

You can’t even talk, just moan as he drives into your body. Rocketing you higher as you cling to him. He’s determine to see you cum again, not stopping until you are seizing up underneath him again and screaming. “Marcus!”

You cum for him again, your juices hitting his stomach as you convulse beneath him. He grunts, nostrils flaring as he rocks into you, and it only takes a few thrusts for him to bury himself deep. Your cunt is squelching as he paints your walls with his seed, uncaring if it takes. You belong to him.

****

“You want me to be present?” You frown slightly and look past Marcus to see Lucilla watching, her hands twisted together and her eyes showing how worried she is. Marcus had insisted you come with him to the estate but you had imagined they would speak their vows in private with other witnesses beside his lover.

“I need you to be there.” He pleads, his hands finding yours to squeeze them. Lucilla understands that you are the woman he loves and she doesn’t need Marcus’s love, she just needs his status and protection. You bite your lip, knowing it will not be easy to stand by and watch your lover marry another woman after you’ve dreamed of being his uxor. You nod, “okay” you murmur reluctantly and Marcus brings your hand up to kiss it. “Thank you, amor.”

You can tell that Lucilla is uncomfortable, several senators gathered to watch Marcus and the former emperor’s daughter marry. You nod respectfully to the general and move over to where your father is standing, looking less than pleased but resolute. He had initially disagreed with the idea of you becoming Lucilla’s companion, but you had reminded your father that you would simply do as you wished without his permission if needed. In the end, he had begrudgingly given his approval, though you know he is unhappy.

Marcus takes Lucilla's hands in his, his palms a little sweaty but she doesn't seem to care. She offers him a soft smile and he relaxes a little. The priest begins to speak but Marcus keeps his gaze fixed on his new wife, knowing that he wants to look at you. He manages to speak his vows while Lucilla squeezes his hands and soon, the priest declares them maritus and uxor. Marcus leans in to press a soft kiss to Lucilla's lips for the crowd and he lowers his hands from hers, his stomach twisting with the uncertainty of the future.

You manage to not cry during the ceremony, keeping your head held high and an almost pleased expression on your face even as your heart breaks. You know why he is doing this, but it is still hard to watch your lover marry another woman.

The feast begins soon after the marriage contract is signed and Marcus wants to find you, pull you close and reassure you that this is just the beginning. He can't though, he has to put up with the pretense and he is seated beside Lucilla, sipping his cup when the music stops. "Ah, General. Lucilla. Congratulations are in order." Geta grins and claps as he strides into the room unannounced, followed by Caracalla who has his monkey on his shoulder.

You frown at the appearance of the emperors, hiding your disgruntled expression behind your cup. They are the reason that you are unable to be married to Marcus now. Why this feast is for him and Lucilla.

Caracalla grins, gesturing for a cup of wine which is promptly placed in his hand. He steps towards Marcus and Lucilla. "Congratulations to the happy couple. Such a sudden wedding but my brother and I love romance and you two...well, two of the powerful figures in the empire. Apart from me and my brother of course." Geta grins, raising his glass, "to the happy couple. May their marriage be without complications." The emperor's eyes flick over to you.

You look away from the emperor, aware that the rumors of your relationship with Marcus have been often whispered about since the announcement that he would marry. You lift your cup. “To the happy couple.” You parrot softly, turning back to meet his gaze steadily.

“Senator Brutus,” Geta smirks at you before cutting his eyes over to your father. “Does this mean that your daughter is finally willing to consider a marriage match?” He asks before tilting his head towards Marcus. “The senator’s daughter was most stubborn about not marrying yet.” He explains, like everyone in the room isn’t aware of the reasons why you had waited.

Your father clears his throat, “perhaps but she has been asked to be a companion for the lovely bride.” Your father gestures to Lucilla. “She will remain in this home until she finds her match. She is my only daughter and I want her to marry for love.” He says and Caracalla scoffs, aware that the General is getting to have his cake and eat it.

You act like you are not being discussed and take a sip of your wine, leaning over to whisper to Graccus. “The senate is convening soon, I hope?” You murmur.

Your father nods, “yes. We have spoken to everyone we trust.” He whispers as the emperors walk over to Marcus and Lucilla to offer their congratulations. Marcus offers them a stiff smile and bows his head, “emperors. Thank you for gracing our marriage with your divine presence.” He says stiffly and Lucilla places her hand on his arm, “it is an honor. We thank you and you are welcome to whatever you want from our table.”

Geta hums, arching a brow and smirks at Marcus. “I seriously doubt that the General would appreciate what I would wish to have from this table.” He jokes.

Marcus clenches his jaw but offers a stiff smile while Lucilla squeezes his bicep. “And what do you wish to have from this table, Caesar?” Marcus inquires despite knowing he won’t like the answer.

Turning towards you, he points dramatically. “Her.” The room goes completely silent until the emperor starts to giggle like he’s said something hilarious. Others around the room start to chuckle quietly so they don’t offend the temperamental ruler.

Marcus inhales deeply, trying to refrain from standing up and wrapping his hands around the throat of the impertinent ruler. Instead, he chuckles, and tilts his head, “she is her own person. She can decide who she wants but I think you’ll find that she is unsuited to someone of your stature. You should have a princess or an empress.”

You hum in agreement. “You would find that I am boring, Caesar.” You admit. “I often sleep early in the evening and rise before the sun breaks over the horizon.” You know that the emperors prefer to keep late hours and are never awake before noon.

Caracalla smirks, “my brother needs someone who will force him to keep a more reasonable schedule. Perhaps having an early bird as his partner would make him a better Caesar.” Marcus’s eyes flick between you and the emperors, his heart beating and Lucilla squeezes his bicep again to keep him quiet.

You say nothing, just smile blandly at the emperors until Geta begins to laugh again. “I am teasing!” He cackles, clapping his hands together once before he snatches a cup of wine off the table, not caring whose it is. “You are far too mature to be my partner.” He snorts. “Or perhaps I am too merry?”

Marcus exhales shakily while Lucilla giggles, squeezing him to remind him to laugh, and he offers the emperors a stiff smile. Your father chuckles awkwardly and you giggle, pretending to be amused. “You are far too good for a woman like me.” You promise and Marcus wants to scoff but the stiff smile remains on his face.

“That I am.” Geta agrees haughtily and then decides that he is done amusing himself with your situation and drifts off. You breathe a sigh of relief and glance over at Marcus for a moment and look away guiltily when you find Lucilla watching you.

Marcus wants to go to you but he knows he can't. He looks at Lucilla whose eyes flick to him and she reaches for her cup of wine to take a sip. Marcus sighs, knowing that he has to fulfill his duty but he truly wishes you were sat beside him as his wife. "Let us celebrate the happy couple!" Geta cries, slapping his hand on the table and the gathering becomes rowdier.

You watch the scene, heart aching and yet you do not leave. You do not wish to give anyone a reason to gossip. You sip your wine and watch as the emperors get drunk and start to plot when you can politely leave.

Marcus is unsure about the wedding night, hoping Lucilla doesn’t want him to bed her. He sips his wine, trying to not get drunk and feel sorry for himself even though he put himself in this position. He sees you stand, making your way out into the courtyard and he can’t stop himself from standing up and following you.

Walking out into the gardens calms you, taking in the lush scenery and fresh air. The emperors have demanded that excess wine be brought in and essentially an orgy has begun.

Marcus approaches you once you are outside and he fiddles with the ring on his pinky. Your ring that you gave him before he left for war. “Amor.” He murmurs, “are you okay?”

You turn to see Marcus coming towards you, his expression cautious and you give him a small smile. “I will be.” You don’t brush aside his concern. “It has been an interesting day.”

Marcus sighs, “you’re not wrong there.” He steps closer to you, reaching out to caress the back of your arm. “I’m sorry you’ve had to watch this. Be present for this.” He murmurs, knowing he would have a hard time watching you marry another man.

“I know you are doing this for Rome.” You murmur, looking into his eyes. “I am jealous that she has your name.” You admit quietly. “The honor of being General Marcus Acacius’s wife, but I know that she doesn’t have your heart, your love.”

Marcus shakes his head, uncaring as he steps closer to cup your cheek. “She will only have my name. She will never have my soul, my heart, my body. That belongs to you. Always.” He vows, wishing he could give you more than that. “I wish it was you.”

“Are you sleeping with her tonight?” You ask softly, unsure if you want to hear the answer. “No.” You twist your head to find Lucilla standing on the edge of the courtyard. “He will be in your bed, your rooms have been set up. There is a secret passage that connects them so even the servants will not know.”

Marcus feels guilty for not being a true husband to Lucilla but he is doing this for her, to save her life. Not because he loves her. He nods, “I wish to have her in my bed tonight.” He says, gesturing to you.

You doubt Marcus sees it, but there is a flash of disappointment on Lucilla’s face before she smiles and nods. “Of course, maritus.” She hums softly. “Perhaps you are ready to leave the celebration? It is starting to become an orgy.”

Marcus nods, knowing you will not want to be present for that. “Yes, shall we retire?” He asks Lucilla, “we can tell people we wish to consummate our marriage in private.” He says, holding his arm out for her, “and my amor can retreat to her room.”

You fall back behind the couple, admiring your lover’s strong back and you understand completely why Lucilla Euler chose Marcus as her protector. You follow them back into the hall and yawn discreetly to give the impression that you are tired.

Marcus winces at the sight of the whores being brought in, your father and the other senators missing from the crowd now that the debauchery is beginning. Marcus strides over to the emperors with Lucilla on his arm, a forced smile on his face, “we are retiring. I have waited all day for my uxor.” The emperors turn their faces from the men and women kissing them to look at the general. “Of course. Of course. I hope you know you will struggle to fill her womb. She is old.” Geta says cruelly and Caracalla laughs, “yes. Good luck, Acacius.” Marcus clenches his jaw, hating how cruel the brothers are, but he doesn’t react, knowing that nothing good can come of it. “Come on, uxor. Let us retire.” He says, guiding her through the hall.

“You could still bear a child if you wish.” You murmur to your lover’s wife as he guides her away from the revelry behind you. “Perhaps you should find yourself a lover?”

Lucilla shakes her head, “I do not wish to be with child. They would only be a target for the emperors. I simply wish to find my son. Marcus can help me with that.” She says and you look at your lover who nods, “we will find him. He is the true emperor.” He whispers, knowing even breathing those words means treason.

Lucilla’s villa is larger than your father’s, her position and wealth unable to be undermined by the emperors - for now. You know that one of the reasons she has sought a marriage with Marcus was to be able to keep the things her father had given her. You seem to walk across the ends of the earth before you come to a set of doors. Lucilla pauses and turns back towards you. “This is to be your room.” She opens the door to reveal a luxuriously appointed room. “Come I will show you the passage.”

Marcus watches you as you enter the room, eyes wide at the luxury of the gold and garnet. He wanted you to be comfortable here, requesting Lucilla give you a beautiful space since you are sacrificing your security and your love for her protection. "It is gorgeous." You exhale and Marcus hums in agreement but he's not thinking about the room. Lucilla sees his gaze and smiles sadly, knowing she is the reason why tonight is not a celebration for you and Marcus. "I shall leave you." She says, making her way to the secret passage to go into the room next door.

You watch as the door slides shut with fascination but then you are distracted by Marcus coming behind you and wrapping his hands around your waist. “Amor.” He hums against your neck, making you shiver. “I love you, Acacius.”

He presses a soft kiss to your pulse, wishing tonight he could claim you as his wife, put his seed in you and watch you grow his child. He cannot. He will not make you his whore. "I love you." He whispers, breathing you in. "I will never be able to repay your selflessness. I would have never been able to watch you marry another."

You tilt your head and lean back against his broad chest. “It was difficult, but I am in your arms right now.” You point out, turning and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Now, I want you to make love to me. Show me how you feel.”

He leans in to nudge his nose against yours, his lips soon meeting yours as he walks you backwards to the bed. Lucilla lays in bed as she listens to your moan echoing down the passageway between the rooms and she wipes away the tear from her eye. She wants to be loved, to be protected, but she has married a man who wants another and she has to live with that. At least she will live.

****

Steam rises from the perfumed water as you sit and relax. Last night Marcus was vigorous and had pushed you beyond the normal bouts of sex. You ache deliciously and hum as you lean back and close your eyes. “More wine?” The question makes you open your eyes again, finding Lucilla standing on the edge of the baths, her dress out of place, but her hair is unadorned, like she had been coming to bathe herself. She nods to the cup on the ledge. “You seem to have drunk all yours.” She had been polite, kind even, but you have noticed that she seems sad and lonely. “Only if you pour yourself a cup and join me.” You offer, sitting up to make room for her in the deep water.

She smiles, appreciating you inviting her when you have been keeping to your room with Marcus every night for the past few months. She cannot lie. She has been lonely despite gaining a husband on paper. She reaches for the jug of wine, pouring you another cup and taking one for herself. She looks to her handmaid who comes forward to unclip her dress, helping it fall from her body so she can step into the bath.

Lucilla is gorgeous. You don’t look away, appreciating her form as she steps into the bath and groans at the heat. She is holding the cups and you reach out to steady her waist so she doesn’t slip as she joins you. “This is such a luxury.” You hum. “Normally I have to go to the public baths for conversation, but you and I can get better acquainted.”

Lucilla smiles, “I know. I am pleased that we can get to know each other more in private. I would like to know why my husband is so in love with you.” She offers you a wink, wanting you to know she’s being playful and not resentful. She hands you the cup and you take it while her handmaid leaves the baths to prepare the linens for Lucilla.

“We have been in love since he first became an officer.” You admit, smiling softly at the memory. “There was a feast and he found me in the courtyard because I was bored. I was reading instead of feasting.”

Lucilla chuckles, “you sound like me. I would sit in the gardens and read instead of attending the feasts my father held in honor of many people who have since died.” She sighs, her eyes full of memories and she takes a sip of wine. “I know you planned to marry Marcus. It was never my plan to take him from you but the emperors…they are wanting my blood.”

“I understand.” You bite your lip, watching as she looks down at her wine. “Are you disappointed he has not visited your bed? Even if you married him for safety?” You would understand if she was. Marcus is handsome, kind, loyal and has honor, rare traits in a Roman man these days.

“I’d be a fool to not see how handsome he is. He’s capable. He’s strong, and he’s loyal. I wouldn’t be a woman if I didn’t imagine him in my bed but he belongs to you in all ways but name. I am not the woman he desires and I would never demand it when I am taking away your Maritus for my own gain.” She confesses, glancing across the bath to avoid looking at you as she admits her deepest thoughts.

You hum, watching her for a moment and take a sip of your wine. “Have you ever had a woman as a lover?” You ask boldly, unsure because you have never seen her at an orgy or at the baths. Not that you attended many orgies.

She flusters, shaking her head, “no. Never. My brother - Commodus - he would’ve never allowed it. He was very…possessive over me.” She murmurs, knowing her brother would’ve killed anyone who touched her. “And Maximus was the love of my life. I wanted him to be my Maritus but we were not destined for each other.” She feels her chest tighten but there’s nothing else she can say.

“Amor, your maid told me you were-“ you twist your head to see Marcus stopped dead, slightly frozen as he stands completely nude. He had obviously sought to join you in the baths and is surprised by the presence of his uxor. You smile, glancing at Lucilla to find her staring at her wine intently and you bite your lip. “Amor, pour yourself a cup of wine and join us.” You beckon, sitting up so he can see your bare breasts. “We were just having the most interesting discussion.” You hum, smirking slightly.

Marcus isn't ashamed of his form but he does feel a little awkward standing naked before his uxor while his eyes take in the sight of your bare tits. He nods, reaching for a cup and filling it from the jug of wine. After taking a gulp, he steps into the water, noticing how Lucilla still doesn't look at him, and takes a seat next to you. He groans at the heat of the water on his constantly sore body.

You hum, reaching under the water to squeeze his thigh, signaling for him to listen before he reacts. “Your uxor and I were just getting better acquainted.” You inform Marcus. “Poor Lucilla, she has been twisting at the whims of the men in her life.” You shoot her a soft smile. “She hasn’t even had the pleasure of having a woman as a lover.” You take a sip of your wine and look at Marcus. “And now, we deny her the very man she is married to.”

Marcus frowns, looking over at Lucilla who averts her gaze from his chest. “She knows the arrangement. My body belongs to you, amor.” He says a little incredulously. “I know, Marcus, but Lucilla needs pleasure like everyone else. I wish to give it to her.” You explain and Marcus frowns, “do you want me to-?” He asks and you shake your head, “no. No. Not you. Me.” You declare and Lucilla’s head jerks up while Marcus’s eyes widen, “are you- are you certain?”

“I am.” You look over at Lucilla and lift a brow. “As long as your uxor doesn’t mind my touch.” You add softly, wanting her to have the power to reject your offer if she wishes. “Do you, Lucilla? Do you want to have me touch you, show you what it is like to have a woman between your thighs?”

Lucilla looks over at Marcus who stares back for a moment until he nods, giving her and you permission to do this if that is her wish. She bites her lip as her eyes flick back to you, “I want - yes. Show me.” She whispers, almost afraid to say the words out loud but she desperately wants it.

You smile, setting your cup down and leaning closer. Marcus shifts slowly, putting himself between the two of you so he can watch. “I have visited the baths many times while Marcus is away on campaign.” You explain, feeling his hand slide up your back and his large hand cup the back of your neck. Applying a little pressure to guide you forward. “He did not deny me pleasure and I know that wishes he had been able to watch.”

He has definitely imagined you while you're seeking pleasure in the baths, especially when he had his cock in his fist while he was away fighting. Lucilla licks her lips, gasping when Marcus's hand finds her neck, leaning her towards you, and his eyes darken as he watches the two women in his life come closer until their lips meet.

You reach out to hold onto Lucilla’s shoulder. “You really are beautiful.” You murmur, moving to start the kiss softly. Wanting her to relax against your lips and open up.

She inhales sharply, her stomach twisting with lust, and she surges forward to press her lips to yours. "You are both beautiful." Marcus murmurs, his cock twitching as he watches you react to her eager kiss. Your tongue playfully slides along her lower lip and she opens her mouth without hesitation.

Your cunt clenches in pleasure and your hand slides down from her shoulder to cup one breast. Enjoying the way she gasps at the feel of another’s touch, her nipple hardening against your palm while you kiss each other.

Marcus lowers his hands from the back of the women's necks to slide down, one hand on Lucilla's back, the other squeezing your ass as you lean forward. Her hands come up to grip your shoulders, enjoying your soft skin and moaning when you pinch her nipple.

You pull away from her kiss, smirking slightly as she chases your lips, but you turn your head and kiss along her jaw. “Watch your maritus.” You order her softly. “His eyes are dark, aren’t they?”

Lucilla nods as she looks at Marcus, his eyes hungry and eager. Something she only ever saw in Maximus's eyes. "My amor will take care of you. Let her show you how good she can be." He orders and Lucilla's eyes close when you kiss her neck, tilting her head to give you more access.

Your lips and teeth map her skin, loving how she gasps when you nip lightly. Moving down her chest until you are kissing the tip of her breast before pulling her nipple into your mouth while continuing to pinch the other one in your hand.

"Gods above." She moans, her hand caressing your cheek and Marcus smirks, sliding his hand up to cup your breast, pinching your nipple. You moan around her flesh and Marcus continues to harden at the beauty before him.

You know Marcus is enjoying watching. He has talked many times of visiting the baths with you, but it has never happened. Now you get to explore his uxor’s body and give her pleasure while he watches. You bite down gently and then pull sharply on it, making her whimper and her nails dig into your shoulders while you suckle.

She is lost in the touch since it's been so long since anyone touched her with this much care. You make her gasp and moan until her cunt is aching, needing more from you. Marcus caresses your back until he's cupping your neck to pull you back, still in charge. "She wants more, amor. Show her your mouth, show her how talented your tongue is." He orders, wanting to watch it.

Humming, you lick your lips in anticipation. “Sit on the edge of the bath.” You let go of her breast and guide her back to the edge. “Spread your legs wide and watch me.”

Marcus copies you, licking his lips as Lucilla nods, shifting out of the water to sit on the edge. Her cheeks flush as she spreads her thighs, exposing the thatch of curls between them while her heart thumps in anticipation.

“Very pretty.” You coo as you wade through the water to settle between her thighs. You urge her to slide to the edge and lean in to kiss her thigh.

Lucilla inhales sharply as you kiss her skin. She hasn't been touched like this in so long. Her chest heaves when you kiss higher and Marcus shifts closer, his hand caressing your back as he watches with rapture.

You hum, eyes flickering up to watch her face as you slowly lick into her folds. You have enjoyed the pleasures of other women, both giving and receiving in the baths and you want to share this with her. Marcus groans so loudly that it almost covers up Lucilla’s gasp of pleasure and you smirk slightly as you carve a path with your tongue through her sex.

Marcus watches in fascination, his dark eyes flicking between you and Lucilla as you sample her sex. His uxor tilts her head back, her eyes fluttering closed and he grunts, "keep your eyes on her. Watch her pleasure you."

His tone is commanding, Lucilla’s eyes popping open and she moans softly. You can tell she likes that Marcus had ordered her around and you know that you always enjoy it as well. Flicking your tongue over her clit makes her grab your shoulder and her hips rock forward, eager for more. You hum into her folds, obsessed with the taste of your lover’s wife.

Marcus groans, reaching down to squeeze his hard cock. You reach for his hand, dragging it away from his length and he grunts but you bring his hand to Lucilla's breast. He follows your silent order, squeezing her flesh and she moans, her back arching into his palm.

Your hands squeeze her hips, reaching back and holding her ass as you continue to devour her. Your own cunt aches with need but you ignore that. Wanting Lucilla to cry out and cum for you. Sucking her clit into your mouth, you watch your lover touch his wife for the first time.

Marcus is aching and he slides his free hand down your back, "let me fuck you, amor." He murmurs his request, needing you to experience pleasure too.

You pull away from Lucille’s clit, making her whine softly in protest. “Do you want to watch your maritus fuck me?” You ask her, not wanting her to be hurt if it is too much.

Lucilla nods, knowing she’s imagined how Marcus looks when he falls apart more times than she cares to admit. He is a handsome man and she has gotten lost in thoughts of him taking her as his wife physically. “Fuck her.” She orders Marcus who nods, groaning as he grips his cock and caresses your ass with his other hand. It doesn’t take long for him to notch himself at your entrance, pushing into you so you cry out into Lucilla’s cunt.

Marcus pushes deep inside you, throbbing already from how excited he is. He kisses along your shoulder as he grinds deep and you know he is watching you closely. “Gorgeous.” He groans, unable to believe that you are feasting on his uxor’s cunt while he fucks you. You groan in agreement, sliding your hand around to push two fingers deep into Lucilla’s cunt and are rewarded by her immediately clamping down on them.

Her cry echoes through the marbled walls, making Marcus twitch inside you. His hands reach around to squeeze your tits as you moan into Lucilla’s folds, working her through it with soft pumps of your digits. “Beautiful.” Marcus murmurs, “both of you. So fucking beautiful.”

She’s beautiful, head tilted back as she rides out her pleasure, she looks like a goddess. Lucilla has always been beautiful to you, but she’s breathtaking right now. You clench down around Marcus and make him hiss because of how tight you get. Slowly pulling away from her engorged folds and licking your lips when she gasps as the pleasure becomes too much.

Marcus watches Lucilla try to catch her breath and he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. “You have wrecked her, amor.” He smirks and starts to rock into you again. Lucilla watches as her legs dangle in the water.

“She is lovely to wreck.” You pant, twisting your head and looking back into your lover’s eyes. “Taste her from my lips.” You demand, reaching up to drag his mouth to yours for a passionate kiss.

Marcus groans, his tongue sliding against yours as he pauses his rocking into your cunt. You moan, cupping his cheek, and Lucilla watches in fascination. “Make her cum.” She orders Marcus with eyes wide.

You know Marcus has no issue following that particular order. His hands pull you back against his chest and he cups your tits, squeezing them as he starts to thrust into you with sharp snaps of his hips.

He grunts, jaw clenched in concentration as he rocks into you. He loves how you cry out, your cheek resting on Lucilla’s thigh and she strokes your cheek, “tell me how he feels.”

You moan softly, nuzzling into her touch. “His cock is thick. From the first time that he took my purity, he feels like he’s going to split me open.” You pant out breathlessly. “The ridges of his cock scrap my cunt perfectly, making it feel like the best and most maddening sensation in the world. It’s addictive.”

Lucilla moans, imagining how that feels. She knows she is unable to conceive a child for her Maritus. She has not bled in many years. “I want him to pleasure you. Make you feel as good as you made me feel.”

Marcus grunts. “I will.” He vows, pinching your nipples and tugging on them to make you whine his name. Lucilla strokes your cheek. “Cum for your lover.” She encourages softly.

You can’t deny her and Marcus groans your name when you clamp down on his cock. Your cry echoing like Lucilla’s in the marbled room and Marcus hisses at the way you grip his cock in your walls.

Pleasure floods your body, nearly blacking everything out but the way your cunt feels pulsing around his cock. Your fingers dig into Lucilla’s thighs and you moan. “Marcus, fuck her.” You beg softly. “Fill her up. You can’t - you can’t fill me up now but you can let her drip your seed.”

Marcus's eyes widen and he caresses your back, "are you sure?" He asks, knowing that he promised you his body would be yours. His heart is yours. You nod, "yes. Fuck her. She wants it. I want to see it." You plead and he pulls out of you, looking at Lucilla. "Are you certain, uxor?" He asks, reaching down to squeeze his cock.

She looks stunned as she bites her lip. “I- I would- I have imagined you in my bed but I do not wish to cause any more harm.” She confesses and you smile, reaching up to cup her cheek. “We will explore this new part of our lives together.” You promise before turning back to Marcus. “You know how I love you. It will not change that.”

Marcus nods, shuffling closer, and he wishes to please both you and Lucilla. He slides the head of his cock through her folds and she moans. It's been so long since a man touched her like this. He hisses as he starts to push into her, your hand caressing his back.

You watch, fascinated by the way Lucilla’s jaw drops and her head rolls back in complete bliss as Marcus fills her. Glancing down to watch his cock inch into her cunt, not feeling betrayed or jealous. You know that Marcus loves you, and it’s intoxicating to see him from this perspective. “How does he feel?” You caress her side as he bottoms out.

Lucilla's chest heaves until she lifts her head to look at you, "thick. He's stretching me out. It's been so long." She confesses and Marcus groans, reaching for you to drag your lips to his when he starts to rock into his uxor.

You groan against his lips, opening up for him to slide his tongue into your mouth. Participating in the act between husband and wife and you reach up to cup Lucilla’s breast again. You break away from Marcus’s mouth and turn to his uxor, wanting a kiss from her as well.

Lucilla presses her lips to yours, tongue sliding against yours as she moans, loving how Marcus stretches her out. “Amor.” Marcus groans, his hand sliding down to cup your cunt, his fingers finding your clit as he rocks into his uxor.

“Marcus.” You moan into Lucilla’s mouth. He can pleasure two women at the same time. You roll your hips down into his hand and cling to his uxor.

He wants to hear you moan too, his fingers working your clit like he knows how and Lucilla slides her hand to cup your breast, pinching your nipple while Marcus rubs your clit while rocking into Lucilla with precise thrusts.

“Perfect.” You gasp out, eyes slipping closed as you continue to kiss Marcus’s wife as he fucks her. “Touch her like you are touching me.” You order your lover, wanting her to cum on his cock so he can feel it.

Marcus groans, nodding as he rubs your clit while he pushes into Lucilla. He wants to see her cum. She’s sacrificed so much for the empire. She deserves some pleasure. “Fuck. I need you to cum for me.” He groans, his other hand finding her clit to rub with his thumb.

He’s talking to both of you. Marcus rocketing you both towards orgasm as he works you up on his fingers. You kiss Lucilla again, smirking against her lips. “Cum, lover.” You order softly. “Your maritus wishes to feel it.” Your stomach pulls tight and you gasp when he strokes your clit again. “Cum with me.”

Lucilla can't hold back and she cries into your mouth when she falls apart, clamping down around his cock and Marcus hisses, his fingers working your clit while his other hand keeps her shaking through her orgasm. "Cum for me, amor." He growls, needing to see you cum before he fills Lucilla up.

His gruff order is issued through clenched teeth, telling you that he is barely holding back. Both of them are so gorgeous and you cry out in pleasure as you come apart.

He watches you fall apart, leaning into Lucilla and he groans, pulling his hand away from you to grab Lucilla’s thigh, keeping her still as he pushes deep. It takes one thrust for him to fall apart, spilling inside his uxor for the first time and painting her walls with a deep groan.

You watch both of their eyes flutter shut, Lucille moaning as the heat of Marcus’s seed floods her womb. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” You hum, reaching out to caress them both as they come down from their pleasure.

Lucilla nods, feeling breathless as she watches Marcus as he pulls out of her to watch his cum drip from her cunt. He leans in to kiss you, “I love you.” He murmurs and leans in to kiss Lucilla. The two women in his life have just come together. Literally.

****

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this.” You hum around his cock, preening at his praises as he strokes your cheek. Lashes fluttering and you moan again when Lucilla commands your attention with the flick of her tongue against your clit.

It’s been months since that day in the baths. The affection and physical attachment between the three of you growing beyond what you could ever imagine. Lucilla often joins you, the three of you sleeping together in the large bed that you had previously shared with Marcus.

Lucilla laps at you, her hands squeezing your hips, and you moan around Marcus's cock as he watches you with dark eyes. The pleasure has been more than any of you could imagine. Lucilla married Marcus for protection but she has gained more than security, she has gained lovers. "Gods, you are both so beautiful to watch." Marcus murmurs, twitching in your mouth.

Looking up at Marcus, you love the intense, lustful expression on his face as he watches the two of you. His love for you has not diminished, but his love for Lucilla has grown, as has your own. The couple have been to many events in Rome where comments have been made about their bond and you just smile and agree, the secret touches of affection between you and the other woman seen as just the relationship of companions. Your cheeks hollow and you pull back to roll your tongue over the sensitive head of his cock.

He groans, caressing your cheek again, and Lucilla feasts on you. The pleasure ping ponging from each participant as you devour and be devoured. Marcus watches in rapture, brow furrowed as his cock twitches in your mouth. “Amor. I- close.” He chokes, wanting to warn you and Lucilla pulls back from you to look up at Marcus. “Cum for her, Maritus. Cum for us.”

You pull him deeper into your mouth as he rocks his hips with a broken groan. His fingers hook around your chin and he looks down. His dark eyes flickering back and forth from your face and the sight of Lucilla settled between your thighs. “I love you both.” He grunts, right as he starts to spill down your throat.

Lucilla loves watching him fall apart and she wants to hear and feel you. Her tongue pushing into your cunt as her fingers dig into your ass, pushing it apart so she can get deeper while you swallow everything Marcus gives you.

Swallowing while you are moaning is hard but you manage. “Fuck.” Marcus pulls his softening cock out of your mouth and you moan Lucilla’s name, reaching down and tangling your fingers into her now messy hair.

Marcus shifts, coming to kneel next to where Lucilla is sliding her tongue and he slides his hand down her back to push two fingers into her dripping cunt while his other hand cups the breast until he pinches your nipple. “My beautiful girls.” He coos, loving how you moan Lucilla’s name.

“I’m so close.” You gasp out, close to shaking apart for them. “So good, you are so good, Lucilla!” You end her name with a squeal of pleasure as you start to cum.

Marcus watches you cum, his hand caressing your skin and he groans when Lucilla clenches around his fingers. “That’s it, uxor. Take your pleasure.” He orders when she pulls away from your cunt and moans his name.

You sit up, twisting your body so you can kiss Lucilla. Wanting to taste yourself from her lips and you flick your tongue against hers before moving down to wrap your lips around her nipple.

Lucilla feels surrounded by you and Marcus as you both touch her. Her capacity to experience pleasure has been brought to new heights since she started sharing your bed. “Gods.” She moans, rocking her hips back onto Marcus’s fingers.

You bite down gently on her nipple and then switch over to her other breast. Knowing how much she loves attention being paid to her breasts. “Cum for your maritus.” You order, winking at her before latching on again.

Lucilla moans, worked up from making you cum on her tongue and Marcus knows exactly how to curl his fingers to push her over the edge. It doesn’t take long when combined with your hot mouth on her nipple and she cries out. Her back arching as she clamps down on Marcus’s thick digits.

She’s gorgeous, you love seeing Lucilla cum. You love the blissed out look on her face. “Beautiful.” Marcus groans, leaning down and kissing her as she continues to shake on his fingers.

You kiss up her chest until you approach her mouth and Marcus turns his head to kiss you again, his heart pounding at how his life has changed since agreeing to marry Lucilla. He doesn’t realize how much until his servant informs him the next morning that he’s been summoned to the palace. “I must go, amor.” You cling to his tunic, “what do they have planned for you?” You whisper and Lucilla stands off to the side, her hands wrung together. “If I don’t go…well, there’s no choice.” He murmurs, leaning in to kiss your forehead as he gently pushes you away. He nods at Lucilla and follows the guards to the chariot to discover his latest fate.

Watching as Marcus is escorted away, you grip Lucilla’s hand tightly. “Why do they want him?” You ask, nervous. “They have decided to use him to expand their holdings.” She knows that the twin emperors will send Marcus away, using her to weld the might of his army for Rome.

****

“General, ah you are alive. We thought you had drowned in cunt juices.” Geta chuckles, “between your amor and your uxor, we are certain you’ve been a busy man.” Marcus clenches his jaw at their crassness but there’s nothing he can say so he chuckles and nods, bowing his head, “emperors.” He murmurs and the twins grin, clapping their hands. “We wish for you to take Numidia.” Caracalla declares and Marcus internally sighs, knowing that their quest will result in more Roman ruin and deaths. “Of course, Caesar.” He bows his head and Geta grins, “you will leave at once.” Marcus nods again, bowing before he leaves the hall, his jaw clenched in fury but he must fight for Rome. For Lucilla. For you.

You both wait uneasily for Marcus to come home. Sitting together and having some wine as you chat about milder topics. Trying to distract yourselves from the worry. “Did you ever wish to have more children?” You ask, curious about her wants as a mother.

Lucilla smiles softly, “when I was with Maximus…I wanted to marry him, have his children, and my father would’ve given us permission to marry but my brother…he was power hungry. He wanted to be emperor at any cost and he had killed my first husband…any dreams of children and a happy marriage died with him. I prayed for Lucius and I had to let him go to keep him alive. I pray to the gods that he is safe and happy. Do you wish to have children with Marcus?” She asks softly, squeezing your hand.

“I would love to have children with Marcus.” You admit softly. “But I do not think that will happen, if I am honest.” You squeeze her hand back. “Eventually my father will want me to marry another senator or someone he wants to influence using my cunt.”

Lucilla sighs, "I took the man you love from you. You have shown me pleasure like I've never known. I do not wish to keep you and Marcus hostage forever. As soon as Rome is free, so will he be. I will request a divorce. You will be able to marry and have children. I pray that time comes sooner rather than later."

Shaking your head, you smile at the woman. “Marcus has fallen in love with you.” You have never shied away from being honest. “As have I. The words we say in bed and now have meaning to us.” You bite your lip. “Should you divorce Marcus, so that I may marry him, I hope that you will still stay with us in our current situation.”

Lucilla feels her heart pound, her free hand coming up to cup your cheek, “I would be honored to remain in your household. I’d be honored to help you raise your children.” She smiles softly, “and I love you. Both of you.”

You’re relieved that she feels the same way, leaning in and pressing your lips to his. “Then when we can, we will help you restore Rome to the dream your father and your Maximus had.” Your promise. “Together.”

“Together.” She murmurs, caressing your cheek and soon you hear the servants announce that Marcus has returned. He strides through the halls until he finds you and Lucilla. “What happened?” The older woman asks and Marcus sighs, “they wish to send me to war once again.”

You bite your lip, standing and rushing over to him. “Where?” You demand. “Numidia.” You gasp, knowing that the free city will be difficult to battle. “You must not.” Marcus shakes his head. “I have to, to protect you and Lucilla.” He murmurs, caressing your cheek. “I will return to you both.”

Lucilla closes her eyes, knowing she must be strong for you as Marcus prepares to leave once more. Her hand finds your waist, “he will return to you. To us.” She promises and nods at Marcus.

“Take us,” you beg softly, reaching up and unclipping your dress. “One last time before you go.”

Marcus nods, grabbing your waist to pull you closer, his lips immediately finding yours as Lucilla reaches for his tunic, wanting to expose his body to her hungry eyes.

You don’t care that you are in the courtyard. Perhaps it is fitting since the last time he had taken you before he went to war he had taken you in the courtyard of your father’s villa. Your hands reach for Lucilla’s dress, wanting her to be just as naked as you are. This is for all of you.

Lucilla groans, caressing your side as her robes fall to the marbled floor. Marcus kisses her after pulling his face away from yours. “I’ll miss you both.” He murmurs, grabbing Lucilla so he’s holding you both.

“We will miss you.” You promise, kissing down the side of his neck and reaching down to wrap your hand around his cock to start pumping him.

Marcus groans at the feel of you gripping his cock and Lucilla leans in to kiss his jaw, her hand caressing his chest. Any of the servants could walk in and catch you but none of you care. You want to enjoy the General before he leaves to fight another useless war.

Lucilla kisses behind his ear and he turns towards her mouth and captures it in a passionate kiss, his free hand pulling her close to him as well. “My uxor.” He breathes quietly. “You will keep my other love safe, as well as yourself.” He orders quietly. “Do not risk yourself while I am gone.”

“I promise. We will be safe. I will not speak to Graccus until you return. We will put our plan into action then. Spread word to your men and we will make the emperors pay.” Lucilla murmurs and Marcus groans, his hands sliding up to squeeze a breast on each woman.

You hum, knowing that they have been plotting but they have not included you for now because of your father. Not sure how he would vote, you understand their reasoning. Now you squeeze his cock and smirk. “Fuck your uxor and then me.” You order. “It is safe and I want you to finish inside me again.”

“Bed. I want you both in the bed.” He grabs your hand from his cock and wraps his arm around Lucilla’s waist, dragging you both naked down the hall to the bedchamber you share. No servants cross your path but they will see the clothes left behind and hear your giggles. They are aware of the arrangement but they are all too well paid to discuss it. When you’re inside the room, Marcus lets go of the women, “on the bed. Both of you. I want to fuck both of you.”

Both you and Lucilla smirk, sitting down on the edge of the bed side by side and Marcus shakes his head. “Not like that.” He grunts, licking his lips. “I want you both closer so I can switch between your cunts.”

Lucilla frowns, “how do you want us?” She asks and you smirk, knowing what he wants. You’ve seen the drawings on the brothel walls. You shift to kneel, “get on top of me. I can take it.” You say and Lucilla bites her lip but nods, shifting to straddle you, her weight on top of yours and your legs spread to display your dripping cunt to Marcus.

Marcus groans. “Fuck, both of you are so pretty. Beautiful cunts that feel so good.” He wraps his hand around his cock. “If I had time, I would have each of you sit on my face while the other is on my cock.”

“When you return.” Lucilla promises breathlessly and leans down to kiss your neck. Marcus grips his hard cock, pumping himself as he shuffles closer until he’s pushing into Lucilla. He groans her name and slides his hand along your thigh, admiring how you are below her and your bodies almost become one.

You can feel his thrusts into Lucilla, The motion rocking you forward beneath him and your ass pushes up to press against her clit. “Grind down on me.” You order breathlessly, wanting to feel how wet she is.

Lucilla moans, grinding down onto you, and Marcus slides his hand higher until he’s pushing two thick digits into you while he fucks Lucilla. She moans and he grunts, watching both women below him until he pulls out of Lucilla and withdraws his fingers so he can push into you.

“Marcus.” You gasp out his name and squirm under Lucilla. “Too bad you do not have two cock to fuck us both at the same time.” You have seen women take more than one cock at a time so it is unfair that men cannot pleasure multiple women with a cock at the same time.

Marcus groans, wishing he could fuck both of you at the same time. He hisses when you squeeze his cock inside you and he caresses Lucilla's ass. He squeezes her flesh and she leans down to kiss your shoulder.

“He is still so thick inside me.” You pant. “No matter how many times he fucks me. Is it the same for you, Luc?” You hear your lover giggle. “It is.” She praises, looking back at Marcus over her shoulder. “It is good our General has a hearty appetite to satisfy us both.”

Marcus chuckles, "it is because I am granted the gift of two incredible cunts to fuck." He slaps Lucilla's ass and she giggles, grinding her clit onto your ass and Marcus thrusts a little harder into you until he pulls out and pushes back into Lucilla.

You miss the feeling of him inside you, but Lucilla’s moan makes up for it. You groan softly, your cunt clenching around nothing as he rocks into her above you.

Marcus groans, watching Lucilla's hole flutter and he pulls out of you, pushing into her for a moment before he pushes back into you. He continues that, thrusting into each woman one thrust then switching.

You whimper, loving how he is just spearing into both of you over and over again. “You will miss this.” You tell him breathlessly. “Cunts to fuck whenever you want.” You know Marcus will not fuck one of the whores while he is gone. He did not before his marriage to Lucilla and he would not now.

He groans, “my hand will have to suffice during my absence but I want you both to enjoy yourselves.” He demands, thrusting hard into Lucilla who cries out until he repeats the motion as he pushes into you. “Will miss you both so fucking much.”

“Love you.” You gasp and Lucilla moans in agreement. “I love you Acacius.” She hums and kisses your shoulder. “And I love you. I have been blessed by the gods with both of you.”

Marcus wants to hear both women cum. He wants to feel it before he's sent away for gods know how long. He pushes into Lucilla, making her cry out in bliss and Marcus pants, sweat beading on his brow.

“Cum for Marcus.” You beg Lucilla. “You know you want to remind him of what he fights for. He will fight to come home to your cunt. To your lips, your heart.”

Marcus pushes into his uxor, wanting to hear and feel her cum around him. Wanting to carry that memory with him into battle. His cock twitches as her walls start to flutter and his jaw is clenched as he fucks her harder, her body bouncing above yours.

You wish you were on your back, embracing Lucilla. Kissing and coaxing her to cum because you know she is on the cusp. You grind your ass up, feeling her clit rub against your skin. “Cum for your maritus.”

Lucilla takes orders well and she falls apart, her jaw dropping as she cums, shaking above you and Marcus groans at the way she clamps down on his cock. He hisses and pushes deep, his cock twitching as he fills her up with his hot seed.

You hear the groan Marcus gives and you know that he’s cum, a little disappointed that he had fallen apart so quickly but you can’t deny him his pleasure. You turn your head and watch both of them. “Beautiful.” You coo.

Marcus works Lucilla through it, his cum pushed out and a little drops onto your ass but he’s still hard. His eyebrows raise and he chuckles, “don’t worry, amor. You’ll cum on my cock too.” He promises as he pulls out of Lucilla to push his still throbbing length into your cunt.

“Oh gods.” Your head drops down between your shoulders. It’s not often that Marcus stays hard after cumming, but right now it’s perfect. A last time for each of you before he leaves to fight another war. “You want to fill up your wife and your lover, don’t you? Have us drip your cum when we go to lick each other’s cunts?”

“Fuck.” Marcus hisses, his chest heaving as he imagines you and Lucilla lapping his seed from your cunts. “Yes. Yes. Fuck. That sounds like a gorgeous sight. Something the gods would be envious of.” He confesses and twitches inside you.

You shiver. “Then you must come home so we can do this again and again.” You hum. “Perhaps when Lucilla rules, she can make us all married to each other.” You pose breathlessly.

Marcus nods, “my uxors.” He murmurs in awe at the very thought of getting to keep both of you. To belong to both of you. “Yes. Yes. I would.” Lucilla promises and caresses your cheek as she hovers above you. Marcus pushes into you, needing you to cum and you gasp when Lucilla shifts her weight onto one hand so she can slide her hand down your stomach until she’s rubbing your clit.

“Gods.” You whimper, closing your eyes and praying that Marcus is returned to you safely. You know that Lucilla will keep you company and you know that you have come to love her, but your heart will not be complete without him beside you. “Marcus, Lucilla!” You choke out a cry as your cunt clamps down around his throbbing cock.

Marcus loves how you clamp down on his cock. The woman he’s loved for so many years is below the woman he’s come to love recently. It’s more than he can handle and it only takes a few thrusts for him to cum again, pushing deep with your permission to start to paint your walls with his hot seed.

You whine in pleasure, loving how he fills you. Knowing that your cunt will be creamy with his seed and you will drip him for hours. “I love you.” You promise. “Until the gods take me.”

“I love you. Both of you.” Marcus vows, leaning down to kiss Lucilla’s shoulder. “I’ll fight to come home to you. That’s my quest. Not to get some fucking land for them. But to come home to my girls.” He smiles and grunts as he starts to soften inside you. “I need to prepare for my departure.” He sighs as he pulls out of you and shifts to lay down on the bed beside Lucilla.

Lucilla rolls off of you and over Marcus to snuggle into his side and you turn to press against him. “In a moment.” You lean in and kiss him softly. “The army will wait for their general.”

Marcus wraps his arms around you both, breathing you in, and he knows it will be painful to leave you both here with the emperors at large but there’s nothing he can do. He must fight. ****

“We will pray for you every day.” Lucilla vows and Marcus nods, cupping her cheek while he has his arm around your waist. “Come home to us, Maritus.” You plead and he leans in to softly kiss Lucilla before he turns to kiss you. “I’ll come home to you.” He promises even though his fate is up to the gods. You and Lucilla have tears in your eyes as you hold each other close while watching Marcus prepare his horse for his departure. When he swings his leg over, he settles in and blows a kiss to you both. You watch as he rides off down the cobbled street to the gates, leaving once again for a useless war.

Marcus is gone for two months. You feel an unease like you never have before, worry manifesting in a souring of your stomach. Even Lucilla tries to keep herself busy but is often sitting in the courtyard where the three of you spent so much time.

Marcus is exhausted when he returns from war. He wants to return to the villa and collapse in bed with you and Lucilla. Yet he can’t. He must clean up and meet with the emperors. Have a feast and celebrate his victory. The word sits heavy on his tongue knowing how many were killed because of his orders. He waves to the crowd, dressing in his finery to meet the emperors and accept their false praises. He looks at the adoring crowd, hating the cheers as he makes his way up the steps to meet with Geta and Caracalla.

You stand in the crowd, wanting to see Marcus. To put eyes on him. The messenger he had sent to let you know of his return had eased your worry, but still you needed to see for yourself. Lucilla had stayed home, so you had traveled to the city to see him alone, although you could not welcome him as your husband.

Marcus bows his head as the golden laurel is placed on his head. He thanks the emperors who grin and wave at the crowds. "Now, we feast!" Caracalla cheers, stroking the monkey sitting on his shoulder and Marcus nods, "of course, Caesar." He follows them from the steps of their palace but he is eager to return home.

When Marcus disappears into the palace, you depart for home. Unable to travel fast right now due to your nerves and how racing on the back of your horse makes you feel. Taking an hour to reach the villa that you have come to think of as home instead of your father’s estate in the city.

Marcus eats and drinks a little to keep up appearances and when the orgy is getting started, he bows to the emperors and takes his leave. “Enjoy fucking your uxor and lover, General. I’m sure they have missed having a cock instead of each other’s tongues.” Geta chuckles and Marcus rocks his jaw but nods, bowing once again as he leaves the palace. His cloak flares behind him as he makes his way through the streets to ride to the villa he has come to call home. The guards let him in and he’s swinging his leg over the stallion, handing the reins to his hand and he strides into the villa. He walks through the halls until he finds Lucilla and you sitting in candlelight. “My ladies.” He greets you with a cheeky smile after he lowers the hood of his cloak.

“Acacius.” Lucilla smiles, a soft, dreamy smile as she looks towards her husband. You hum as you stand and both of you walk towards him. You recognize the look in his eye, so does Lucilla. She takes his hand. “Come.” She urges. “Let me feed you.”

Marcus sighs as he takes her hand, followed by as you make your way to the room you share with his uxor. You all enter the room and you reach up to unclip his cloak, the heavy fabric falling to the floor and Marcus sighs in relief as the weight of the war is lifted off his shoulders. He reaches for you and Lucilla, pulling you both close to breathe you in.

He has new scars. You caress his cheek gently and lean in to kiss them. Wanting him to know that it’s alright. He’s home with the two of you. Home where he belongs. “Let us take care of you.” You coo. “Be a respite from war.”

Marcus nods, unable to physically do much when he’s been so tense, using every ounce of determination and strength to ensure his return home to you both. It doesn’t take long for you to strip him down and he is already hard. It’s been too long with his own touch to satisfy when the nights became lonely. He sighs and lays down on the bed, watching as Lucilla unpins her robes.

“Your uxor has missed you.” You hum, watching his eyes light up when her tits are revealed. “Just as much as I have. And I have missed you every moment of every day.” You kneel down to help her with her sandals so she is completely nude.

Marcus watches in rapture, fascinated still by the way you have fully accepted and fallen in love with Lucilla. He smiles as his uxor comes to kneel on the bed beside him while you work on removing your clothes. He is hard and he beckons her forward, reaching up to squeeze her breast. "I want you to sit on my face or my cock, uxor. You choose between you."

“Let your lover have your cock.” She leans down and smirks as she kisses his lips. “I have missed the talent of your tongue and your nose pressed against my clit.” She hums. “The rasp of your beard on the inside of my thighs.”

He groans, watching as she kneels, straddling his chest, and his hands find her hips, dragging her closer so she is hovering over his mouth. He groans at the heady scent of her arousal, somehow already wet for him, and he slides his tongue through her folds, groaning and his fingers gripping her flesh

You have to just watch for a moment, his cock is hard against his stomach and it twitches at the first lick. His groan is muffled by her folds, but her sounds are loud enough for both of them. “So beautiful.” You praise. “I have missed this sight.” You finish peeling off your clothes and kneel on the bed, wrapping your hand around his cock and lowering your head to take him into your mouth.

Marcus groans into Lucilla’s flesh, his fingers dig into her hips and he hisses when you take him deeper into your mouth. He loves it. How you eagerly take him and he sucks on Lucilla’s clit as her hands cover his.

He has obviously visited the baths before riding into Rome in victory. The musky, earthy taste of him is clean and addictive, making you hollow your cheeks as you suck his cock. “Your mouth is amazing, but I am sure he would prefer your cunt.” Lucilla moans.

Marcus grunts into her flesh in agreement and you giggle, shifting to straddle him. You grip his cock and it’s mere seconds until you are sinking down onto his cock with a loud moan of his name. He twitches inside you, his groan smothered by Lucilla’s cunt and she moans at the vibrations.

You brace your hands on his chest. Taking a moment to grind down on him and adjust to having that thick cock inside you again. Lucilla’s fingers aren’t nearly as thick and they don’t reach where his cock manages to touch. He feels like he’s in your womb.

Marcus groans when you start to move on top of him. It’s intoxicating and Lucilla loves seeing the pleasure on your face. She leans forward to press her lips to yours, her hands squeezing your tits as she grinds down onto Marcus’s tongue.

This room has seen so much pleasure. The walls absorb it along with your latest moan into her mouth. You bounce on Marcus’s cock, determined to cum all over it as you ride.

Marcus loves how you and Lucilla shamelessly use his body for your pleasure, rocking back and forth on his tongue and his cock. He twitches inside you as he pushes his tongue deep into Lucilla, desperate to get as much of you both as possible.

You moan as you bounce on his cock, rolling your hips and leaning into the kiss. Absorbing her sounds as she rocks her hips over his tongue.

Marcus can do nothing but lay beneath you. His lover and his uxor. His hands caressing Lucilla as he tongue fucks her and she slides her tongue against yours.

You love this. You love how the three of you have come together. The thought of giving either one of them up tears you to pieces and you know that you will fight to keep them. You break away from Lucilla’s kiss on a moan. “Gonna cum.” You pant out, rocking furiously on his cock as you gallop towards pleasure.

He feels your walls flutter around his cock and Lucilla cries out when he slides his tongue up and sucks her clit between his lips. “Fuck!” She curses, her forehead pressing against your sternum as you grind down and clamp down on Marcus’s cock. “Shit, amor.” You moan, soaking his cock at the same time Lucilla falls apart, soaking his face.

He groans beneath you. His cock pulsing and he’s been so long without the feel of your cunt around his cock that he cannot hold back. Thrusting up, he prays to the gods that your fertile time is not now as he paints your womb with his seed.

Your lover pants against Lucilla’s flesh and his uxor kisses up your chest until her lips press against yours. Her tongue slides into your mouth as you both ride your orgasms and Marcus enjoys the weight of you both as he softens inside you.

Eventually, Lucilla swings her leg over Marcus’s body and you lean forward to taste her from his lips. “I love you.” You coo softly, Moving to the side so that his uxor could kiss him as well.

Marcus sighs as he relaxes into the sheets, enjoying the relaxation and the lack of awareness. When he’s away, he’s constantly on guard, even with his own men, in case they have been influenced by the emperors.

“I’ll get some wine.” You want to give Marcus and Lucilla a moment, you know they have things to discuss, so you pull off your lover’s cock and reach for a wrapper to go get some wine and snacks.

Marcus sits up, uncaring of his nudity and Lucilla settles beside him, curling into his side. “I have spoken to several senators in private. They agree with us that the emperors are ruining Rome.” She reveals and Marcus nods, caressing her side, “I have an army loyal to me. They are sailing for Rome. They will be here in ten days. We have ten days to put this plan into action.” Marcus declares and Lucilla nods, “the games begin tomorrow. We will attend and plan in the shadows.”

Bringing back a jug of wine, you are followed by a servant bringing a tray of food. “We return.” You call out loudly so they can pause any sensitive conversations so the servants do not hear. “I bring wine and sustenance for the general and his lady.” Everyone in the house knows of your dealings, but you always defer to them around the help.

Marcus shifts to sit up, a robe draped over him as Lucilla wraps her own around her waist. They both watch you enter the room with the servant trailing behind you and Marcus watches you with dark eyes. He has to save Rome. For you and for everyone in it.

After depositing the tray on the table, you dismiss the woman with a smile and nod before you pour up the cups of wine yourself. “Did you have a good chat?” You ask as you bring the wine over to your lovers. Looking over your shoulder, you make sure that there are no servants lurking. “My father will not commit until the odds are in your favor.” You admit quietly, having felt the Senator out cautiously. “But he will commit.” You hate that he plays sides, but it’s how most of the senate keeps what little power they have against the emperors.

Marcus nods in understanding, “my army rides for Rome. Men loyal to me. They will fight in my name against the emperors. They arrive in ten days.” Marcus assures you and Lucilla who takes the cup of wine, taking a nervous sip.

****

“Marcus.” Lucilla gasps, reaching for his hand, “it’s Lucius. He’s - he’s fighting in the games.” Lucilla chokes after you have returned to the villa after watching the opening games.

“Your son?” Dread curdles in your stomach. You know how much Lucilla has missed Lucius, how she yearns to have him back. “Are you sure?” Marcus asks in astonishment. The man she is talking about is a slave that he had brought back from his conquest, a man who had stared at him in defiance. He hadn’t recognized the boy from so many years ago.

She nods, “I know my son.” She reaches for Marcus’s hand. “He’s in the games. I need to protect him. Acacius. Help him.” She pleads, her hands trembling and you rub her back in comfort. He brings up the fact that the army is on their way, but she is afraid he will not survive until then. Marcus swallows, knowing what he must do. He nods, bringing her hand to his to kiss the back of it.

Your heart aches because you know the danger that he will face. “I will get him out of the city.” He promises her softly, turning and pulling you into his arms. “I have to, amor.” He murmurs, wanting you to understand. “You must be careful, Acacius.” you murmur softly, knowing it will be dangerous.

Marcus kisses your forehead, “I’ll be safe. I will make sure he lives and we will all be free.” He vows, knowing that his life is in danger now. Both because of Lucius and the emperors. Lucilla feels beside herself, knowing her son lives and he can be emperor. Fulfil the role he was destined for. Marcus and Lucilla get to work the next day, meeting with senators to prepare for the coup under the nose of the emperors

Spending the night alone for the first time in forever, you worry about your lover and his uxor, not sleeping a wink. Exhausted, you rise from the lonely bed when the sun rises and once again pray to the gods. There has been no word, but you know that can be a good thing. You try to keep up appearances, but you are nervous. You will attend the games as normal. Dressing carefully for the games and making your presence known. Wanting to assist however you can.

Lucilla looks up as you walk onto the balcony, Marcus not beside her. Her hands chained to the chair she’s sitting in. Her expression, her eyes are devastated and you inhale sharply, knowing this meant the coup failed. They were discovered. The emperors beckon you to sit next to Lucilla, and the guards come forward. Your eyes widen as they grab your wrists, chains clanking around them despite your initial struggle and tears start to sting in your eyes knowing your fate has been sealed. The announcer introduces the gladiators and then your breath leaves your body when they say his name. “General Marcus Acacius!” The crowd cheers and you whisper “no” as Marcus swings his sword, entering the arena.

“My my, your lovers have really disappointed us.” Geta tuts as he smirks at you. “How they have betrayed Rome, and more importantly - us.” You shake your head. “He wouldn’t. They wouldn’t.” You protest. “They love Rome more than anything.”

“They love Rome more than they love us and we can’t have that.” Caracalla answers with a smirk, “and we can’t have traitors in our midst.” Marcus bows his head after placing his sword on his chest, signaling his felty to Rome and he nods to the men fighting him, knowing he will have to kill them. It doesn’t take long for him to cut them down in brutal battle, blood soaking the sand as his chest heaves, knowing he won’t survive this fight but he sent word to his men, praying they arrive and fulfil his order to retake Rome from the emperors and their army.

You have watched in horror, fingers curled around the arm rest of the chair and you are near tears. Another name is announced and Lucilla gasps, making your heart sink. Lucius comes through the gates at the end of the arena, his face hard and determined. “Please don’t.” You beg the emperors. “The general is no use to you dead.”

“We can promote a general. We cannot promote a coup.” Geta replies, cup of wine in hand as Caracalla gleefully claps, watching Lucius be feral and vicious as he battles with a reluctant Marcus.

“Marcus.” You whimper, clenching your fists together and praying to the gods that some miracle prevents one of them from killing the other. “Please, do not do this.” You beg. “That is- you do not know who that is.”

Geta scoffs and ignores you as the crowd begins to cheer when Lucius steps closer to Marcus. The General reluctantly swings his sword to block the blows, trying to talk sense into his uxor’s son, but he has a fury in his eyes like he’s never seen. He wants blood. You can see Marcus talking to him but you can’t hear what’s being said over the roar of the crowd and your own pounding heart. Marcus grunts as he shoves Lucius back, continuing to talk to him, and finally, it appears his message gets through when Marcus is kneeling on the ground, his hand up and sword laying in the sand. Lucius stares at the older man, realizing who the enemy is, and he doesn’t raise his sword to kill the man who took his love, his wife. He swallows harshly and watches while the emperors scream to kill the General.

“No!” Your scream cracks your voice as you shout out, unable to stop the multiple arrows piercing Marcus’s body and you hear a howling sound as you watch his body fall to the ground, his eyes open. The sound is coming from you. Pain and anguish ripping through your body like you’ve never experienced before.

Lucilla has tears running down her cheeks as she stares at Marcus laying on the ground. Your screams echoing around the colosseum and the guards grab you, dragging you chained from the balcony but the citizens of Rome hear your anguish cries echoing through the stands.

“Murders! You murdered him! You murdered him!” You are screaming as you are being dragged out of sight, fighting to stay, needing to stay to see Marcus’s body. No one in the stands cheers the death of the general.

****

Lucilla kneels beside Marcus, his body laid out for his funeral, and she cries silently as she says her goodbyes to the man she’s come to love deeply. When you enter the room, she looks up and beckons you over. You’ve been inconsolable. Barely able to make it out of bed and she understands but she has to continue fighting for Lucius. She shifts as you kneel next to Marcus, tears already gathering in your eyes, “he loved you with every bone in his body.” She says softly, reaching for your hand to bring in on top of Marcus’s, sandwiching your hands together with hers.

“He loved you as well.” Your voice is hoarse, barely a whisper and your eyes feel heavy and gritty from your grief. “Lucilla-“ you choke up, hating how cold your lover feels. His life is gone, his warmth bled dry by the emperors. “They must die.” You hiss.

Lucilla nods, letting go of your hand and she looks down at the ring on Marcus’s hand. “Take it. It’s yours.” She says. You shake your head, “no it’s not. Take it and give it to Lucius. He is the only one that can save us now. Go to him.” Lucilla nods, sliding the ring onto her ring and she kisses Marcus’s hand once more, “we will avenge you.” She vows to him and looks at you, “we will have the Rome he wanted.”

You nod, unsure of what to tell her right now, but you know you need that future for Rome, for yourself. Lucilla rushes away and you are left with the body of your lover. “I have news.” You whisper softly, leaning down and caressing his cheeks. His eyes are now closed and he looks peaceful, although you know he is not merely sleeping. “I will tell you when everything is settled.” Leaning in, you give Marcus one last kiss. “Forever my love, that is how long I will love you.”

Lucilla watches her son as he looks down at the ring on his finger. His father’s ring. She nods and offers him a soft smile as he looks at her with determination. He will ensure that Marcus and Maximus did not die in vain. He will avenge them and secure Rome once again for everyone. For all. Forever.

You don’t know how long you sit with Marcus’s body. You lose track of time until the door opens. “Leave me.” You order without even looking to see who it is. Hands grab your arms and you cry out as you are one again dragged away from your lover. “What is the meaning of this?” You demand as the praetorian guards cart you off.

Lucilla is silently praying to the gods as she is tied to the platform, the senators surrounding her. Your father is not among them. She’s grateful you aren’t here but she hears your cry as you’re dragged into the emperor’s balcony. Caracalla giggling with his monkey on his shoulder as he watches Lucius enter the colosseum with his jaw clenched in determination.

“Lucilla!” You shout out her name as the crowd goes to thundering from the stands, but you know she hears you. “I love you!”

Lucilla has tears on her cheeks but she refuses to show she’s scared. She is tied to the platform and the senators cry and scream but she hears you. She looks up at you and mouths ‘I love you’ just as Lucius enters the arena to see his mother tied up. He fights to get to her but it’s too late and Macrinus grabs the bow, firing the arrow that pierces her heart. You sob, knowing you’ve lost the ones to love to his brutality and thirst for power. You sob and he kills Caracalla without a moment's thought while Lucius fights.

You shiver, knowing that you are next in this brutal conquest of Rome. This has been a coup that the emperors could never have imagined and you scream as Lucius seems to falter.

Macrinus turns towards you, his eyes narrowed and you tug on the chains that keep you bound but the man has bigger issues when Lucius turns his gaze on the balcony and rushes towards you and Macrinus. “Fuck.” The man curses and looks at the guard, “do not let her go.” He orders before he runs off the balcony just as Lucius climbs up. He growls at the guard who holds the key for you and he pulls the knife out to rush the guard. The man is no match and Lucius puts his blade into his chest, grabbing the key to free you. His hands are steady as he unlocks you from the shackles, “go. Go save Rome.” You order and he nods, running off to follow Macrinus.

You make your way to the sands, needing to touch Lucilla again. Sobbing as you make your way through the crowds to the display she had been tied to. You work the ropes to lay her body down and you caress her cheek. “I am so sorry, amor.”

****

Lucius pants as he defeats Macrinus, the army ready to fight alongside him to destroy those who dare to take Rome for their own. It's days later that Lucius is named Emperor. His rightful place but he places power back in the hands of the senate. "You must take a wife, Caesar. You must continue your line." Your father says to the young man, "my daughter can be your wife. She has lost so much, as have you. She will understand your pain and she will not ask for more than you are willing to give."

Lucius frowns slightly, but he doesn’t say no. “Have your daughter brought to me to talk.” He decides, unsure of who this daughter is, but the Senator in question is a powerful man.

Lucius looks up when you are brought into his chambers, your hands wringing together, and he frowns, “your father sent you. Tell me why.” He orders, twisting the ring his mother gave him as he stands.

You snort, your eyes falling to the ring that you had given Marcus. Now on this emperor’s hand. “Because my father wishes to have me married off before it is discovered that I am carrying Marcus Acacius’s child.” You admit honestly, reaching down and holding your stomach protectively.

Lucius nods in understanding, having heard you were Acacius’s lover. And his mother’s. “Then we will marry.” He declares, “I do not wish to find an uxor who simpers and wants a love story. I need a practical woman who wants protection and companionship. I need an advisor, a confidant. Can you be that for me? Your child will be protected.” He vows, “they will be our child.”

You frown slightly, surprised that he would want that kind of life. It’s a good deal for you and you’d be a fool not to take it. “I could.” You agree after a moment. “If that is what you want. I loved your mother and her maritus.” You admit that freely. “I would never be disloyal to her son, in any way.”

Lucius is aware of the relationship you shared with his mother and her Maritus. He had discovered how Marcus has protected his mother from a few senators he trusted and he wants to honor the man who kept his mother safe until his last breath. If he can do that by protecting his child, he will do so. “That’s what I want. I want to honor my mother and Acacius. I can do that by honoring you and the child in your belly.” Lucius declares and you nod, “I accept. If you wish to take me as your uxor.” Lucius slides the ring from his pinky, walking towards you to slide the ring onto your finger. “This is yours now. My empress.” Lucius offers you a sad smile that you return, nodding in understanding.

****

“Marcus! Slow down!” You call out to your son. He’s seven and the image of his father but no one in Rome says a word about the truth that the emperor is not his father. Lucius has declared the boy as his heir and you are the empress. You glance down at the ring on your hand before looking towards the sky and you think of Marcus and Lucilla. You pray they are in the Elysian Fields together. “He is so much like you.” You whisper, closing your eyes as the breeze curls around you and you feel Marcus is with you. You swear you hear him say your name but the wind carries it away. “Mama!” Your son calls and you smile, walking towards him and Lucius who is holding his hand out for you. You never got your happy ending with Marcus but this will do until you see him again.

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