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night-chant · 11 months

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Temporary Trouble, Permanent Promise (MLQC One-Shot)

Hello hello greetings it’s me :) Thank you @krishastumblernow for this request! I hope you like it!! It is really refreshing and fun talking about MLQC and Lucien with you :))) He is such an interesting love interest (To this day, I still have no idea what goes on in his mind lool)

Featuring: Lucien x afab reader

Word Count: 3103

Summary: Lucien observed that you were in deep thought again, lost in your own world. Fortunately, he had methods to bring you back into his arms and to ensure that nothing would steal you away from him again.

Warnings: 18+ (minors do not interact please! I beg)

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The late afternoon sky was clear and beautiful but why was your mind not feeling the same way?

Last week, Anna and Kiki were snooping into your love life for the umpteenth time ever since they had spotted your frequent visits to the university carrying pastries that they craved so badly.

“I knew the gardenia bouquet was from Professor Lucien!” Kiki squealed at the occupied vase on your desk.

You sighed. “Anna, please tell me you don’t take part in office gossip too.”

She managed a sheepish smile. “But how has he been treating you? You've been together for almost a year now. How many dates have you gone on?”

With your mysterious boyfriend, a coincidental encounter often ended up as one. It was kind of hard to link a number with that. Wait, why were you even entertaining Anna’s question?

“What is this, an interrogation?” you asked in a huff, hoping they did not catch the waver in your voice. “It doesn’t matter. We haven’t really gone on one for a while now.”

Anna contemplated that scrap of information. “That makes sense. It is students’ midterm season afterall and who knows what sort of complicated research he could be working on? It was so hard to even arrange a time for him to be our consultant for the next show.”

Kiki pinched your cheek as you wrung a magazine tightly. “Don’t worry! He made time to send flowers for you. I’m sure another date will be set or I’m gonna make sure of it! Maybe some sort of amusement park, the beach or maybe Netflix and chill---”

You bonked her head with the rolled-up magazine. “I thought I gave you enough proposals to draft up to keep you busy, Kiki!”

Anna hastily steered Kiki away before the list could become more inappropriate for a workplace environment.

“Fine! Fine! Just make sure he is not dating his work instead!” Kiki called back, her last words echoing in your mind.

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The click of silverware broke the trance and brought you back to the cafe where you sat across from your boyfriend in a secluded table at the corner away from the lively chatter.

“It seems like you have stirred your drink into a little caffeinated whirlpool,” Lucien said, amusement evident across his lips.

Instantly, you dropped the slim spoon, spilling droplets of lukewarm coffee over your fingers. “Ah! Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“First at my lecture and now here. What am I going to do with my silly girl?” Feigning a helpless sigh, Lucien gestured for your hand. His dark bangs hung low as he concentrated on patting a napkin across your skin.

You scowled. “You mean your 8 o’clock lecture.”

“Hm, perhaps I need to resort to other methods that will keep your eyes on me.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly, silencing your grumbling. Lucien’s sensual purple eyes did not break contact with yours as his tongue swiped over the last drop of coffee on your skin.

You drew your hand away before anyone nearby would notice. “H-Hey!”

Lucien let out a chuckle with his smiling eyes. He would snatch every single opportunity he got just to see your face burn pink. It didn’t help how easy it was for him either. No matter how much you prepared for his sudden attacks, he would always manage to surprise you, whether it was when he prepared dinner with you or when he laid beside you in bed.

Just like the sly fox he was.

Lucien adjusted the sleeves of his dress shirt before leaning forward. “Well, now that I have your undivided attention, why don’t you tell me what is on your mind, Kris?”

Despite his ever-attentive nature, you weren’t afraid to try to escape, undiscovered. “Nothing worth noting,” you simply said, fidgeting with strands of your hair under his scrutiny.

He raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? I would not consider it ‘nothing’ if it stole your attention from me --- not once but twice today.”

If he stared a moment longer, you might’ve caved in. His dark overcoat hung over his chair but it easily reminded you of his long white lab coat, of his status as a professor, neuroscientist---heck, even as a consultant. They all reminded you of his duties, responsibilities and surely as a result, the inevitable workload.

Instead, you grabbed your cup and downed the last of your coffee as you hastily shrugged into your coat. “I-It really doesn’t matter. Let’s go home.”

Studying your every move, Lucien let you put his coat over him and drag him out of the cafe in silence.

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The bright red and orange leaves swirled through the cool breeze down the streets of Loveland City. The calling geese soared across the sunset toward the direction of the south. The scenery did its best to distract you but it was too late.

Suddenly, a warm hand held yours and you looked up at Lucien, whose eyes were unreadable. You two stopped walking in the middle of the vacant walkway by the river, barely able to hear the calls of the geese that were now so far away so quickly.

“Something is troubling your mind,” Lucien insisted, reaching for your other hand, shielding them both from the frigid air. “I can’t help but seek the answers to your worries.” He managed a tender smile. “Your scowl is endearing but I prefer your lovely smile the most.”

His quiet, pleading eyes were going to be the death of you. You couldn’t help but smile the smile he cherished above all. It encapsulated the innocence that he would do anything to preserve from the crooked world. He was patient, caring, and intelligent. Maybe, just maybe, it would be unreasonable to turn away from his offer of support.

“I’ve been just thinking . . .” you began but trailed off, fidgeting with his hands that were much larger than you own.

“An awful lot, unfortunately.”

You held your gaze with his. “Y-You’re not dating your work, are you?”

For a long moment, Lucien did not speak. The breeze was tousling his stubbornly straight hair, rustling his long coat, and rippling the waves of the river. His eyes narrowed as he analyzed your expression as if it was a complex thesis.

Then he let out a soft laugh.

“So you’ve been scowling all day and lost in your thoughts all because you convinced yourself that I am unfaithful to my dear girlfriend?”

Sheepishly, you rubbed your arm. “Now that you phrased it like that, it really does sound silly.” When he tried to suppress his chuckle, you pouted. “Okay, now you’re making fun of me.”

You were about to turn away, but he caught your wrist.

“Now, now, there’s no need to turn from me. I still need you so.”

“No, you don’t. You need your work more,” you said but you couldn’t stop the small smile forming when he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, nudging your scarf aside with his chin until his lips had access to your bare skin. You giggled against his insistent kisses, squirming from the cold.

“Although I admit I have been busier than usual,” he mused, “it was to ensure that my weekend is free. My weekends are always reserved for you. I will make time for you no matter what.” He turned you around, the last rays of sunlight gleaming against his deep purple gaze. “However, I can’t read your mind, so you will have to let me know what your heart desires from me.” He leaned close to your ear. “And I will provide whatever way I can.”

You blinked, your senses sharpened at his soothing voice and determined devotion. When you didn’t respond, Lucien caressed your hands again. “Ah, it seems like I have not convinced my silly girl.” Before you could protest, he pulled you along, resuming the interrupted stroll down the waterway. “What shall I ever do with you?”

***

There were wonderful perks of dating your next-door neighbour. It almost felt like you were living together, judging by how often you visited each other for simple domestic reasons. You would drop by to water Lucien’s plants, especially since he had convinced you that they grew vibrantly whenever you were around. He would invite you over for dinner after you two went grocery shopping the day before. Sometimes, you two would share coffee on separate balconies, both leaning on the railing, subconsciously, trying to be close even in the early morning.

Tonight, Lucien triumphed as he proposed to invite you over before you could offer the same yourself. I will beat him next time, you promised to yourself as he motioned you inside. You removed your thick coat, deeply sighing into the comforting warmth of Lucien’s apartment, the scent of cinnamon and lavender wafted to you. You started wandering down the hallway, failing to notice how he was locking the door and flipping the latch over the door frame with his eyes trained on your figure, as if the great big fox finally cornered the oblivious rabbit.

“I left some lettuce in your fridge yesterday,” you mused as you stretched your arms over your head, realizing how stiff you had gotten because of the filming sessions lately. “Maybe we can start with that for dinner. Mm, what goes well with lettuce?” No answer. “Lucien?”

Unfortunately, your momentarily raised arms left you vulnerable as a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Lucien pressed his nose along the side of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. This did not seem to be the same Lucien as the one at the walkway. This time, a lingering presence of possession hovered in the air.

“Wait, Lucien??” You tried to squirm out of his grasp, but it was futile against his strength. He always wore that flowing lab coat, making you forget how much muscle was hidden from plain sight. Although your heart was racing, his warmth was soothing as if determined to alleviate the initial panic. “W-What are you doing?”

You could feel Lucien hum against your exposed skin. His soft hair brushing your cheek as his hands began drifting upwards. “I have drawn my conclusions,” he murmured in your ear. “I know what I shall do with you.”

Lucien’s voice was too close to your sensitive ear. He tightened his embrace when you weakly struggled again. “Are you trying to run away from me? After your accusation of my unfaithfulness?” He sighed. “You are truly cruel.”

“I-Is that what this is all about? I wasn’t! That was not what I meant to do!” you protested as you looked over your shoulder, only to find his amused smile and darkening eyes.

You pouted, frustrated you still fell for it. “Hey, you’re just teasing me! Again!” You were about to call him some creative names but his lips met yours, silencing your train of thought in an instant.

Little did you know that you had always managed to turn such a tranquil professor into a competitive madman with your unintentional provocations. You still thought he was just teasing you even when his hands were all over your body, from tracing your collarbone to squeezing your inner thighs? He’d make sure you retract your words. As every second passed, the gentleness of the kiss slowly but surely became more passionate and dominating, revealing his inner desire.

You were beginning to feel light-headed and tugged at his sleeve, hoping to take a very much needed breath of air. However, Lucien was insistent that you learn your lesson for doubting the true extent of his love for you, as nothing was more of a priority than his own queen. He yearned for your lips more than he ever yearned for air. His greedy hands craved to feel you more intimately than your clothes were allowing him.

By the time you were able to successfully push his broad shoulders away to breathe, you realized your back was not pressed against his chest anymore, but on a soft comforter instead. Lucien had discarded his overcoat long ago and he was loosening his tie. The blue moonlight streaming through the translucent curtains emphasized his defined biceps and abdomen as he threw his dress shirt behind him.

Lucien was towering over you on his bed, his arms at both sides of your face and his knee between your thighs. Slowly, he stroked your silky hair from your face. His distinct scent surrounded you, overwhelming your senses as it engulfed your own.

Feeling self-conscious, you tried to turn your head to the side to break the intense stare but his slender index finger halted your meek attempt.

“There’s no need to be shy anymore,” Lucien murmured. “It is just the two of us.” The lightning of frustration had long vanished from your veins. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears, praying to survive his abundant hunger for you.

Yet your thighs pressed against his leg, your body was instinctively willing to appease his demands.

Lucien ran his lips across your neck, his soft breath fanning over your sensitive skin. “I love you so much, more than anything,” he whispered. “Why won’t you believe me? What must I do to convince such a stubborn heart?”

You made a feeble attempt to pull your sweater off but to no avail with the position you found yourself in, trapped in your boyfriend’s possessive grasp.

“I don’t hear an answer.” Delight creeped into his voice. “I can’t read minds, silly. Tell me what you desire.”

You couldn’t help but let out a whimper, not knowing you ignited a darker desire deep within Lucien. He was being so unfair. With your glossy eyes and small pout, you said, “Please, help me, Professor. It feels too warm.”

One second, your body felt stuffy in thick cotton. The next second, cool air rushed over your chest and stomach. You gasped, almost missing the sound of ripping from your sweater. Hasty fingers pulled your long skirt and tights off, leaving them to pool below your dangling feet. Lucien pressed his toned chest over yours, shielding you from the autumn chill before it could rob your body of warmth.

“Is that all?” he prompted as you squirmed for any sort of friction but he remained still, awaiting your words.

You whined as you clawed your straps off your shoulders. “It’s still too hot, please, take it all off.”

“As you wish.”

Lucien kissed your shoulder as he unclipped and slipped your bra off, caressing your chest, a bit rougher than expected. You whined again and he couldn’t help but chuckle at your impatience. Yanking your undergarment away, he was about to give you another hungry kiss, but you put your palm over his firm chest. His eyes darkened at your sudden refusal yet his smile indicated he was very much entertained by your trembling movements.

“And what else must I do to win your affections, my dear?” Lucien asked, his steady tone almost couldn’t hide his wild instincts to ravish you completely. Then, he felt your thighs shifting against his dress pants. He let out a chuckle. The ringing of his brass buckle and rustling as he removed the rest of his clothes felt much louder in his usually silent bedroom.

As Lucien was slowly pushing himself in you, you hummed with pleasure. “Faster, Lucien,” you pleaded. Despite the contrasting size difference, you didn’t care. You wanted all of him now. Your welcoming arms felt so inviting as he was pulled right on top of you suddenly, eliciting a groan from him due to your tightness. You let out a moan as you felt the friction you craved from his steady thrusts.

As Lucien marked you with multiple lovebites over your throat and chest, your fingers ran through his hair, dishevelling it into something that was sin to professionalism. He was panting, his pale complexion becoming rosy as you kept moaning his name, desperate for his full attention.

Satisfied with the dozen marks, he gave you a passionate kiss, his lustful tongue meeting yours. As you sucked on his in such a shy yet nevertheless seductive way, his thrusts against you grew more erratic.

“Ah Lucien~” you mewled, clawing your dainty nails deep into his broad back while your limp legs jolted around with his every thrust. “P-Please more~”

Your constant pleads seemed to paint you into the insatiable one but his quickening, deep thrusts said otherwise. Lucien could not break the kiss and his unyielding embrace around you.

Suddenly, the inevitable tension within you grew impossibly tight until you reached your high, eyes slowly unfocusing. Your raw moans for Lucien were muffled by his deep, eager kisses as he continued thrusting in, extending the euphoric feeling.

With your remaining strength, you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist before you rocked yourself against him. A deep rumble arose from his chest. You broke the kiss (much to his dismay) before you pressed your lips against his ear: “I love you so very much, Lucien.”

The gentle sincerity and the purity of your sweet voice squeezed his pounding heart, driving him over the edge. He groaned against the crook of your neck as you felt the thick and warm sensation deep in your core. Slowly, it started to trickle down your thighs as well.

Neither of you moved from your position as you both gathered your laboured breaths finally. You combed your fingers through Lucien’s hair and he nuzzled against your neck, scattering butterfly kisses across your marked skin.

“I love you more than you will ever know,” your boyfriend murmured, more to himself. He never told you how deep he had fallen for you. He never registered emotions that were this strong in nature before he had met you again after so many years apart. It felt like he fell into an endless abyss, in the realm of the unknown yet there was a sense of comfort indescribable every time you smiled at him.

You pressed your lips onto his forehead to break his trance before craning over to check the clock. “Are you hungry yet? There is still some time to make a quick dinn---Ah, Lucien!”

Before you could get far, his hand pinned your wrists over your head on the mattress. “Yes,” he said, leering at your confused state. “As a matter of fact, I am still very hungry for someone.” Before you could retort against his unreasonableness, he nipped at your ear. “I have reserved my entire weekend to prove my devotion for you, remember? I don’t want to waste any of it until I have thoroughly convinced you with my evidence.”

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lordsisterxotome · 2 years

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A Poor Substitute (Victor x Reader)

Fandom: Mr. Love Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Victor x Reader

Prompt: Phone sex | Wet dreams & “Prove to me that you deserve this.”

Warning: Smut! Minors DNI!!!🔞 Mutual masturbation | Phone sex | Voice kink | Praise kink | Dirty talk

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 2125

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Drawing up your knees, you reached between your legs with trembling fingers, sucking in a sharp breath when they brushed your swollen clit. Your teeth caught your bottom lip, worrying the flesh as you teased the bud, increasing the pressure with each rub.

You’d been so pent-up all day, it was embarrassing. Victor was gone for a week and you went sex-crazed? Ridiculous. You had grown too accustomed to his affection, which demanded he push you to the point of insanity with his tongue or cock whenever he could.

When he’d left, he’d asked if you would be able to handle yourself until his return, a stupid, teasing smirk on his stupid, beautiful face. You’d wanted to smack him and kiss the living daylights out of him at the same time, but now you just wanted him with you in this bed, his fingers between your legs instead of your own.

The mere memory of his fingers was enough to make you moan. His were so much thicker than yours, so much longer. Victor played your body like an instrument, drawing music from your lips and wet from your depths. He reached places inside of you you hadn’t known existed, making you gasp and writhe in the warmth and safety of his hold as you reached climax after climax until you were absolutely spent.

You imagined those moments now as you sank a finger into your core, trying and failing to imagine that it was his. Your chest heaved with frustrated arousal, hardened nipples straining against the fabric of your bra. Whining, you pumped the finger a few times before adding another, scissoring yourself. Two fingers of your opposite hand circled your clit, teasing the bud as you rolled your hips into your hand.

You sighed as the pulse deep in your belly began to strengthen, heat seeping into your veins. It wasn’t nearly as much pleasure as what Victor gave you with a mere brush of his fingers, but it was enough to take the edge off as you slowly worked yourself towards your climax.

A sudden buzzing made you startle, eyes that you hadn’t realized closed shooting open and hands flying to either side of you as you bolted upright. Your eyes found your phone, ringing where it sat charging on your nightstand. Groaning, you ignored it, brows furrowing as you lay back and replaced your hands between your legs. You set a fast pace, rubbing hard in an attempt to drown out the phone’s impatient buzzing.

After what felt like forever it stopped…only to start up again a moment later. You snarled this time, cursing whoever had distracted you from your pleasure once more. Again the buzzing stopped, and again it started a few seconds later. With an annoyed huff, you tore your fingers from yourself. Laying limp across your bed, you exhaled a slow breath, taking a moment to accept the fact that your arousal had evaporated before snatching the phone off the nightstand and ripping the charger out in the process.

In your frustration, you didn’t bother to look at the caller ID, a mistake as, before you could even get a word out, a booming voice asked, “You were touching yourself, weren’t you?”

Victor - the object of all your desires and frustrations - had such impeccable timing.

“Hello to you too,” you muttered, clamping your thighs together against the embarrassing rush of arousal that flooded you at the sound of his voice. You really were ridiculous.

“Tell me.” The tone of his voice, deep and husky, brooked no lenience. Even so, there was something strained to his cadence, something you hardly recognized but that made you pause a moment before you answered slowly, “…Yes.”

A groan echoed through the receiver, making your breath catch and your pussy flutter. One sound had no business being so sexy. “Are-are you…?” The words came out higher and breathier than you meant them to. Something in your brain broke at the idea of Victor in the same position as you, just as desperate, just as needy for the other’s touch.

“Yes,” he answered, “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Only all day?” you tried to laugh, but you could feel a moan bubbling in your chest. Your pussy was already wetter listening to his voice alone than it had been when you were fingering yourself. What a traitor.

Victor growled, the sound making you whimper as you wriggled against your pillows, legs spreading once more. “What were you doing before I called?”

“Fingering myself,” you confessed.

“How many?” Heavens above, his voice could shake mountains to their foundations - that’s what you thought as you covered your mouth to stifle your needful cry, pussy clenching around nothing.

“Two,” you answered shakily. Your fingers brushed through your swollen folds, the electric fissures you’d been looking for before all too happy to emerge at your touch with Victor’s rough breathing in your ear. “But it’s not you.”

He chuckled, the sound warming you from the inside out. “I keep imagining it’s your mouth or your pussy around my cock instead of my hand.” The warmth you felt turned molten at the thought that he was just as starved for you as you were for him, pleasuring himself to thoughts of you. “But it’s not you.”

The image of him, naked and flushed, muscles straining as he took his heavy, weeping cock into his hand, made you breathless, tiny mewls and gasps escaping as your fingers circled your opening. You imagined the pre-cum that would be beading at the tip of his thick head, the pulsing vein that ran along the underside, the slight curve of the staff. A burst of heat soaked your fingers, back arching into the bed beneath you as they slipped into your slick heat.

“Are your fingers in that tight pussy?”

You shivered, feeling his voice in your bones as you gasped an eager “Yes!” Setting the phone to speaker, you used your newly freed hand to grope your breast, teasing your hardened nipple through the lacy fabric of your bra. “I wish you were here.”

He was silent for a moment, long enough that you thought you’d lost connection, and then he commanded, “On your knees.”

You nearly knocked the phone off the bed in your scramble to do as he said. Each breath came rapid as you rolled onto your knees, keeping your upper body pressed to the bed and widening your knees. Your arousal dripped down your inner thighs in this position, making you shiver at the exposure it brought. How could you be so unseemly wet when he hadn’t even touched you?

“Have you done as I asked?”

The rumble of his voice, deep and smooth as honey, made you shudder. “Yes.”

Even so far away, you felt his smirk, felt the phantom imprint of it against your skin. “Good girl.” A shuffling sound reached your ears and you wiggled uncomfortably as you waited for his instruction. Closing your eyes, you tried to imagine your lover was there with you, his breath fanning over your skin rather than finding you through a phone receiver. You remembered the feel of his body against yours, pressing against your back, his cock nudging you open…

“Two fingers inside.” The sudden, harsh words made you jolt. “Use your other hand on your clit.” He spoke with all the authority of the CEO he was, ordering your pleasure as if it was his right.

A little shifting and shuffling found your hands tucked between your legs, your toes curling against the comforter as you did as he said. Two fingers disappeared inside of you again, two other fingers tracing circles into the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs.

“Done,” you breathed, slowly beginning to thrust those digits in and out of your throbbing heat. The embarrassment you’d felt before as you’d tried and failed to get yourself off evaporated, replaced by a blank-eyed lust as you fingered yourself. “What…What are you doing?”

“Jerking myself,” came his grunted reply, and you shivered, biting your lip against the smirk that threatened to unfurl. Was it possible that Victor was worse off than you? You always thought you were the more attached one in the relationship, but maybe Victor was just better at hiding it. “God, your pussy is always so tight around me, squeezing me,” he huffed. If you listened closely you thought you could hear it, the slap of his hand around his erection, pumping himself.

“You’re so much bigger than my fingers,” you whined, straining to reach the places inside of you he always did. You remembered the first time you and Victor had made love, how he’d had to stretch you and ease you open with his tongue and fingers before he would even consider putting his dick in you. “What else?”

“You always milk the cum out of me so well. Your cunt is always so hungry for it.” That made you blush, pussy clenching down on your fingers as if in agreement. It was true; you loved it when Victor came inside of you, begging for it as he fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm. You loved how close it made you feel, how tenderly he would hold you even as his hips ploughed into you mercilessly.

Still, you buried your face into your pillow, cheeks burning with a vicious blush. You were only masturbating on the phone with him, but hearing him praise you so freely was unusual. It made your heart flutter and your knees weak.

A long moan peeled from your lips, too loud in the too big space of your bedroom. You hadn’t realized how much space Victor’s presence took up until now, how he filled your everything so not a single part of you wasn’t marked with him. Your fingers moved faster as you rocked your hips into your hand. You knew he could hear each gasp, each mewl and cry. You wanted him to hear it, wanted to pet the ego that knew he could make you feel good, could make you cum to the thought of him.

“Victor,” you mewled. Your fingers slipped through the copious amount of wet your body was producing, your back arching and your knees spreading a little more in a useless presentation to a lover who wasn’t there. “I want to cum so bad.”

“Prove it to me,” he growled, curls of heat licking through your lower belly. “Prove to me that you deserve this, that you deserve to cum.”

“I need it! Baby, please!” You were so close, so close to obtaining the relief that had eluded you all week. “It hurts without you! I need your cock, your fingers, your tongue!”

“I know, darling.” His heavy breathing filled your senses, and you swore you could smell him, something of the taste of his skin on your tongue. “Such a good girl. Won’t you cum for me? Make those pretty noises for me to remember until I get back?” he coaxed, and your walls contracted, warning you, urging you on.

“I’m close,” you gasped, mewling with each plunge of your fingers. “Victor!”

“Cum, baby.” A part of your brain connected the strain in his voice with his own climax, with the way his defined abs would be tensing right now, his body curving around the pulsating dick in his hand.

You spasmed, crying his name at the same time that milky white spurted from the reddened tip, his seed gone to waste where it painted his thick thighs and pooled on his stomach. Collapsing onto your comforter, you lay boneless in the wake of the orgasm coursing through your limbs. Satisfaction, warm and fuzzy, settled in your abdomen.

Only one thing could have completed your happiness.

“I miss you,” you murmured, taking the phone off speaker in order to hear his voice more closely.

“I love you,” he answered, his voice soft as it only was when he said those three words, and your heart melted as you whispered the words back.

“Are you going to sleep now?”

“Mhm.” Rising on legs that were just stable enough to carry you to your bathroom, you cleaned yourself up, pulling on your fluffiest pajamas when you were done. “You?”

“I have a few emails to send.” That was your Victor, ever-dedicated to his work. The thought brought a smile to your face. “I couldn’t focus on them before.”

“Sleep soon.” Flopping back into bed, you pulled the blankets around you, cocooning yourself and trying to preserve the afterglow of your orgasm. “I’m waiting here for you.”

You could hear the smile in his voice as he answered, “Sweet dreams. I’ll be home soon.”

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thatfanfictionchick · 1 year

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MLQC - About that night

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Helios x Reader x Shaw

Rating: Explicit NSFW

Warnings: Talk of infidelity; Alcohol consumption; Threesome; Vaginal fingering; Vaginal intercourse; Oral sex; Multiple orgasms;

Word count: 5146

Notes: For the user that pointed out the link was dead because the co-writer is deactivated! This was originally posted in 2020? 2021? Anyway, enjoy!

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New Year's Eve.

I had just broken up with my longtime boyfriend, and my two best friends promised me a night that would make me forget he ever existed. Reluctantly, I agreed to let them whisk me away to a party at a local hotel bar, complete with a suite rental so we didn't have to worry about driving home after consuming an obscene number of drinks. I had no idea what to expect, but I can tell you this: it sure as hell wasn’t what ended up happening to me that night. Allow me to elaborate, if you will...

“Ya know, he was a loser, anyway,” Willow slurred, leaning drunkenly against my shoulder after gulping down the rest of her drink. “You were too good for him. And you. Deserve. Better.” She punctuated each of those last three words with an index finger poked against my cheek, falling into giggles at her own ridiculous antics.

“I know, I know.” I studied what was left of my own drink, tracing my fingers absently around the rim. She’s right, I thought. But it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

Chad. Stupid, lying, cheating bastard that he was. He denied everything when I confronted him, thrusting his phone in his face to show him I had proof of his infidelity in text form.

“Who is Lauren, Chad? And why the hell is she calling you ‘babe’?”

“I can explain! Please, I-”

I threw his phone at him, shaking my head. “Don’t bother. Kiki already saw you together two days ago. This just confirms it.” My vision blurred with hot, angry tears, but I refused to let him see me cry. “Merry Christmas to me, yeah?”

It was the beginning of our end. Christmas Eve, and there I was, kicking my boyfriend out of our shared apartment while he begged me to let him stay.

“It’s Christmas, for God's sake! What kind of sadist are you, anyway? Where am I supposed to go?”

I was furious. I didn’t give a damn where he went, as long as it was away from me. My cheeks were blazing, the tears spilling freely now as I threw his belongings into a black trash bag. “Why don’t you go stay with Lauren? I’m sure she’ll be happy to take you in.” I paused, then added, more to myself than to Chad, “I’m sure she already has more than a few times, anyway.”

“Yeah? Well fuck him,” Willow spat, slouching over her empty glass.

Kiki nodded in agreement, looking like she was about to pass out, eyes blinking slowly, a tired, blissful smile plastered on her face. “Yeah….fuck ‘em.”

“Excuse me, ladies. Who are we fucking?” An attractive male voice cut through the din of music and conversation around us. He sounded young. He sounded hot. The three of us shared a look, then fell into giddy giggles. I turned around to answer and was met with a pair of eyes so intense, their golden hue cut so purely through the relative darkness of the venue. I couldn’t be sure, but his hair looked to be dyed a pale lavender color- whether on purpose or a remnant of a botched dye job, I didn’t know. And quite frankly, I didn’t care at that moment.

He took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled, his chuckle coming out in visible puffs of smoke as he studied the three of us, probably looking positively ridiculous after a few hours of drinking and dancing.

“Whoever he is, he’s a lucky man.” His eyes lingered on me, and for a moment I thought I recognized him. He reminded me of someone I had known in high school. I think it was those eyes…

Willow kicked me in the shin and looked up at him, her tone teasing, mischievous. “We were just talking about an ex boyfriend. Total douchebag. Old news.” She lifted her glass, the remaining slivers of ice and watered-down rum nearly sloshing out over the side. “To New Year’s Eve. To new beginnings!” She went to take a swig and realized there was nothing left worth drinking. “Hey, you should buy us another round, misterrrr…?”

“Shaw. The name’s Shaw.” He smirked, taking a step closer to us, his eyes never leaving my face. I felt myself growing even hotter, his intense stare causing me to feel a tad uncomfortable, but...incredibly turned on at the same time. “What’s in it for me if I do?”

Willow opened her mouth to answer but was cut off by Kiki, springing upright in her seat and slapping the bar with her hands. “Guysss that hot weekend band is here!”

“Weekend band?” I asked, briefly looking from Shaw to her and back. His smirk widened into an amused grin.

“They’ve played the bar near my place a few times. On the weekends. The singer is suuuuper hot.”

Can’t be any hotter than what’s right in front of us.

“Does the band have a name, Kiki?” I asked.

She looked at me, incredulous, her eyes swinging to where the band was almost set up, ready to play. “Um, does it really matter when that is center stage?’

I looked toward the commotion on the stage where the emcee was handing the mic off. He was a vision. Perfection. Distressed jeans, a black shirt that hung open halfway down his chest, sleeveless to showcase the tattoos that ran down one arm. The light reflecting off his white hair was blinding. A guitar hung across his back, the body shaped like a gun. The singer turned, eyes sweeping the crowd.

Course I’d been wrong before…

I turned back to Shaw, giving him a head to toe sweep of my gaze, trying to look as seductive as possible. I reached out and traced my finger down his abdomen, my breath catching at how firm and warm his muscles felt under my touch. “So, about the next round. What is it you want?”

He leaned over the back of my chair, so close I could feel his breath on my neck. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I felt his teeth on the cusp of my ear; teasing, exhilarating. My inhibitions lowered dramatically by the alcohol, I turned my chair around to look him square in the eye; my hand locked around his wrist as his fingers grazed the inside of my thigh.

“You didn’t ask for permission to touch me.” He dipped his head, locks of his hair falling into his eyes as he chuckled. Kiki and Willow watched us without saying a word, holding back their squeals of delight.

“You touched me first. Besides, you were practically begging me to touch you.” I scoffed, my pulse pounding in my ears, heat pooling in my gut. He called my bluff, but I wanted to keep the banter alive. This was flirty.

Hot.

Fun.

Dangerous.

“You’re sexy. Your boyfriend is an idiot,” he said, leaning in close.

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore, Shaw. And you know what else is sexy?” I licked my lips and watched his mouth fall open. “Consent.”

He hummed, his lips so close to mine that I could feel the vibration, the pungent smell of tobacco and hard liquor on his breath. “Can I kiss you, then?” His question was met with my mouth crashing against his, hands rising to fist into the collar of his shirt, pulling him as close to me as I possibly could. It was reckless. It was wild. But I threw all caution to the wind, hearing my best friends screech beside me as I made out with this perfect stranger like it was my job.

He was first to break the kiss, pulling away, to suck in a breath. Just as he did, the lead guitarist of the band struck his first chord, letting it ring out over the crowd. People cheered and whistled, and stage lights cast a hazy glow all around. The singer stepped forward and grabbed the mic stand, leaning forward slightly to speak as he centered himself under the spotlight.

“How’s everybody doing tonight?” The crowd cheered again, and a woman somewhere behind us screamed, “WE LOVE YOU, HELIOS!” He must have heard her, because he smirked playfully and pointed in her direction. “Love you, too.” The drummer kicked them into gear; soon the whole place was pulsing with driving bass, drums, electric guitar, and the edgy, gritty, soulful rasp of Helios's voice. Kiki had dragged Willow into the crowd, and I spotted them easily, their bodies writhing to the music. I felt Shaw’s hand on my shoulder, hot and insistent with some unspoken desire, and I looked up at him, brow arched.

“Need something?” I asked.

“Yeah…” he began, leaning in to pin my bottom lip between his teeth, releasing it with a pop. “You. On me. Let’s dance.” Before I could protest, he was pulling me into the crowd, grinding his hips on mine to the beat. He had rhythm- I gave him that. He also oozed confidence and sex appeal, snaking an arm around my waist, letting his fingers trace circles on my backside as he bent to taste my neck, my jaw, and finally kiss me full on my lips again, hungry and wanting. I felt like he was searching for some deep, lost part of me that had been buried long ago. He kissed me like he had nothing to lose, and I kissed him back with the same fervor, my intense need growing with each flick of his tongue across mine. Maybe it was my messy breakup a week ago. Maybe it was some primal need to be devoured that he had awakened in me, but there with him, his body pressed urgently against mine amidst the other bodies around us, coherent thoughts clouded by lust and alcohol, I made up my mind that I was going to fuck him. It was beyond want at this point. It was an unequivocal need. I needed to forget...what’s his face? My ex-boyfriend’s name was just a fleeting thought when I felt the unmistakable push of Shaw’s bulge against my core, ready and eager to be driven inside me in some dark, secluded corner.

Or, right there on the dance floor. I was so turned on at that point, I didn’t care who saw it.

I rode his thigh, grinding myself against his jeans, the friction almost enough to make me come right then and there. I dug my nails into his triceps, pulling him against me. His forehead rested against mine for a moment before he turned to speak, lips fluttering against my ear, “You got a room here tonight?” I nodded, tucking my bottom lip under my teeth while I tried to read the expression on his face. “Well?”

“Well, what?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“You gonna invite me up, or what?” The nerve of this guy! I mean, I was every bit the drunk, loose woman that night. It was stupid, really. I was playing with fire and just asking to get burned, but I didn't care. I was hurt, horny, and looking for a fling, and the heavens had heard my cry and sent me Shaw.

I was a tigress, hunting her prey.

And I had him cornered, ready to pounce.

But I wasn't done teasing him just yet.

"That remains to be seen," I whispered against his ear, licking the cusp for good measure and secretly thrilling in the buck of his hips. I looked up and saw how close to the stage we had migrated, then locked eyes with Helios as he sang the chorus of the last song of the night. I hadn't realized how long Shaw and I had been dancing, but it must've been for the better part of an hour, off and on. Even in the poor lighting and haze of smoke, I could see his eyes: ocean blue, haughty, cold. He didn't smile when our eyes met, but he stared. Long and hard, like the cock I imagined he was packing in those ripped jeans. Jesus, get a grip, I told myself. Shaw seemed to sense my hesitation, because he suddenly grabbed me behind the knees and lifted me, hooking my legs around his waist. I squealed and locked my arms around his neck as he spun me away from Helios, who watched as Shaw nuzzled my breasts with his nose, playfully nipping at the exposed skin at the deep v-neck of my shirt.

"Focus, baby. I'm all yours." The way Helios watched us stirred my longing for him even more, and I was struck with an idea so filthy, so completely sinful that I was surprised I wasn't knocked dead right then and there and set into the pits of Hell.

I wanted both of them. Together. The three of us, engaged in carnal, lascivious, sleazy, lecherous, immoral activities that I had only ever read or fantasized about.

"I want him, too."

Shaw stared at me, incredulous. "What did you just say?"

"You heard me. I. Want. Him. Too." To further entice him, I flattened my tongue against his Adam's apple and licked the rough path to his chin, nipping at his bottom lip with a snarl and a low growl.

"Easy there, tiger. Let me see what I can do." He surprised me by taking strides toward Helios, who was talking with a couple of fans. Setting me down, he patted me on top of my head, told me to 'stay there like a good girl', and promptly hoisted himself onto the stage where he began unplugging equipment and winding up cords. He's one of their tech guys, I realized then. It hadn't dawned on me until then that he was alone when he approached Kiki, Willow, and I. No friends, no girlfriend or even a date with him. Just Shaw and his brazen self, swaggering up to us like he knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it.

As he was expertly looping one of the amplifier cords over his shoulder, he sidled up behind Helios and said something, looking at me the entire time. Helios turned and looked at me, something akin to a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, though his eyes remained cold. They shared a laugh then, with Helios watching my face for a reaction. I refused to give him much, but my heart was racing along at such a frantic pace I could barely breathe. And when he stepped off the stage and met me face to face, my soul left my body and I was promptly sent into overdrive. My pussy was throbbing so hard that it hurt.

"Shaw tells me you're looking for a little fun." He reached out, brushing damp hair away from my face before trailing rough fingertips down my jaw. The girls he’d been talking to stared daggers as he slowly circled, humming appraisal as he went. He stopped behind me, hands around my waist sliding down to squeeze my ass through my jeans before stepping up and asking quietly, “you sure you can handle both of us?”

I swallowed, the heat rolling off his body like standing under the summer sun. “Yeah, pretty sure I can take it.” Need. Want. Will. He circled back to facing me, a sinful grin on his face. He leaned down and I popped up on my toes, meeting his lips halfway. He was softer than Shaw, lips moving slowly against mine with agonizing tenderness. I was aching for more, and I was determined to get it. I bit his lip before sucking his tongue in my mouth, tilting my head in a silent request. He obliged, teeth and tongue leaving me a whimpering mess before you pulled away.

“Well then, if that’s how you want to play it.” Soft lighting reflected in his gaze like a burst of gold. And when his eyes fell to my heaving breasts-and lower, to where my core pulsed-I knew that I was in trouble.

Nope. There was no walking away from this one now.

〖✰〗

Clothes littered the floor from the door to the king size bed. Helios was the first to crawl onto the mattress, apparently not feeling any shame in sprawling himself out naked. He reached out and grabbed my hips, pulling me flush against his chest. His erection felt like a brand against my back. He reached around, kneading my breasts before running his hands down, ghosting over my thighs and grabbing under my knees, opening my legs to Shaw who watched intensely.

“I suppooose,” Helios’s voice was a sing-song tease in my ear as his fingers trailed up my inner thighs. “Since I’m the guest, I could let you go first.” He was looking at Shaw as he licked a line down my neck, calloused fingertips teasing my wet slit.

Shaw stood at the foot of the bed, stroking himself languidly, amber eyes watching every flick of those fingers across my skin. My head was spinning from the alcohol I had consumed, and I allowed myself to fall backward onto Helios’s broad, tattooed shoulder, opening my mouth as I moaned, taking in the vision before me. It was as much a show for him as it was for Helios, whose fingers worked themselves inside further at the sound of my cry.

“But I wouldn’t mind helping, if that’s okay.” Helios’s teeth skimmed my shoulder and he waited for an affirmative nod from Shaw.

“As long as we’re all in agreement, I’m down for whatever.” He took a step toward us and climbed onto the bed, that perpetual sneer now inches away from my own, hungry mouth. I pitched forward, eager for another taste of his lips, but he drew back with a click of his tongue.

What a goddamn tease.

“Easy now. We’ve got all night.”

Helios’s lips tickled my jaw and with a smirk I turned my head, kissing him instead. He wasted no time, tongue curling in my mouth the way his fingers curled to find my g-spot. I moaned and bucked my hips, brushing against Shaw’s jutting cock.

“Well, that’s just rude.”

“Play bitch games…” I whispered breathlessly. Helios chuckled.

“Win bitch prizes?” His wintry eyes met Shaw’s as he finished the sentiment.

“Now, now, there’s only enough room in here for one smart ass and that would be me.” Shaw reached out and pinched my stiff nipples, making me squirm. His touch softened, tickling and fondling my breasts before moving down to trace circular patterns on my belly. Helios seized my lips again, a slow expedition, barely affording me the chance to breathe.

Between the two of them I felt like a paper boat tossed in the ocean, pitching on the waves before starting to sink beneath the surface. I wondered idly if the noises Helios made was due to how my slick walls are starting to clamp down on his fingers. Shaw dipped his head, tongue lapping torturously at my nipples. “Gentlemen!” I finally gasped, breathless. “We may have all night, but if someone doesn’t fuck me now I’m going to lose it!”

Helios could barely contain his amusement. “You heard the lady.” He pushed his fingers deep, grinding his palm against my clit. Shaw crawled away, fumbled through the haphazard string of clothes for his jeans, produced a condom from his back pocket, and rolled it expertly down his intimidating length. In my drunken arousal, I hadn’t really looked closely at his cock until now; his girth was impressive, and sucked in a breath as Helios continued his ministrations, preparing me for the experience at hand.

“You ready for this, baby?” Shaw knelt in front of me, grabbing roughly at my hips and slotting his eager mouth against mine. Much to my chagrin, Helios withdrew his fingers, teeth and tongue tracing a path down the sensitive flesh of my back. His hands then traveled up my spine, vertebra by vertebra, as if he were memorizing the bumps and dips on the path to my neck. Then, gathering my hair at the nape of my neck, his other hand sliding around to rest at my throat, he squeezed- just enough to thrill and terrify me at the same time. He lifted my chin and sucked hard on my shoulder, meeting Shaw’s eyes with a subtle nod, as if to urge him on. Shaw lined himself up against my throbbing, aching sex. In a suddenly tender moment, he pushed my hair away from my face, cupping my cheek in his palm. "Be gentle with me. It's my first time," he cooed, the corner of his mouth lifting into that signature smirk.

“I refuse to believe any of this is a first for you~” my reply trailed off to a loud moan as he pushed his cock inside me, Helios’s fingers tightening ever so slightly around my neck. They’ve definitely done this before. I briefly considered asking them if they were keeping track of all the roadies they had fucked together, but Shaw’s thickness stretching me in all the right ways left me without a second to even think straight. God, he felt good.

Helios kept a tight grip on my hips as Shaw found his rhythm, coaxing me on in his breathy rasp. “That’s it, baby. You like it when I hold you up for him to fuck you?” I could only moan an affirmation, the room beginning to grow hazy as I felt my release coming quicker than I wanted. His arms slid upward, hands locking onto my breasts to pull me tighter against his chest. I leaned against his shoulder again and hooked an arm around the back of his neck, where I grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked, drawing a low growl from him. “Easy, killer. You gotta be careful doing things like that, or I might not let Shaw finish." He threw a look at Shaw, who-of course-laughed, the sound leaving his throat in staggered pants. A delicious, ruddy glow spread over his cheeks, a sheen of sweat glistening on his tanned skin. I pressed my palm to his cheek and hooked my other arm around his neck, pushing him flush against my own sweat-slick chest. His tongue caught one of my overstimulated nipples and teased pebbled flesh; then he sucked it into his mouth, effectively sending me over the edge. My pussy clamped down around him and he slowed his pace, obviously enjoying the sensation. I was vaguely aware of his breath on my ear, of a bead of sweat rolling down between my breasts and mingling with that of Shaw's skin.

"Yeah, baby girl. Ride it out. God, you feel good, squeezing my cock. Unh…" Our ragged breathing mingled with the throaty grunts of Helios behind me.

"Fuck. You don't mess around, do you?" Helios marveled, sweeping my damp hair away to lick the column of my neck once more, sending shockwaves throughout my already spent body. I searched for the words to retort, but I had none. I hadn’t meant to come so fast. I wanted to ride the wave, to feel Shaw working inside me for longer than those first few minutes, but I had been so painfully aroused before we started that I just couldn’t take anymore. His release came soon after mine began, his cock pulsing against my walls while his hips bucked uncontrollably against mine. I went limp against Helios’s firm chest and whimpered, quaking with pleasure, having lost any and all control over the movements of my body.

Helios’s patience was strung thin. Watching, feeling me writhe against him as I came on Shaw’s cock was torture in its purest form. Shaw rolled to the side, taking me with him, and Helios slid to the floor. He picked his jeans up at the foot of the bed and pulled a string of three condoms out of the back pocket, tearing one off and tossing the others.

“Show off.” Shaw mumbled, grinning as he cradled my face in his hands and kissed me.

“Jealous.” Helios replied, tongue flashing between his lips in a childish display. “Now if the opener is finished he should make way for the main act.”

“Is it too late for me to apologize for him?” Shaw said with a laugh. I felt empty as he pulled away. Helios sauntered back, grabbing my ankles and chuckling when I squealed as he dragged me to the edge of the bed. He leaned over and kissed me, lapping a hungry line down my throat and between my breasts. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath the lower he went until his tongue passed over my clit and plunged into my overly sensitive pussy, making me exhale in a head-spinning groan. He braced my feet against his shoulders before grabbing my thighs, holding me in place as he pressed his mouth against me, pushing his tongue as deep as it could go. I reached down, twisting my fingers in soft white hair. My throat felt dry no matter how many times I swallowed, unaware of how loudly I was moaning. Letting my hands do the work of guiding him, Helios ripped the foil and rolled the condom down his throbbing shaft before reaching up and sliding two fingers inside me. My pussy clenched, his tongue swirling around my clit as he rubbed my g-spot. I didn’t think it was possible for me to come again so quickly, but I could feel my muscles tensing as the wave built low in my belly. Charles...Carl...what’s-his-name had never pulled this off.

“I...I’m gonna...gonna come-!” I wailed, bright spots flashing in my eyes, a small gush of fluid wetting the bed beneath me. I didn’t even notice Helios pop to his feet, dragging the back of his hand over his mouth as he lined himself up and filled me with one smooth thrust. My thighs snapped against his hips and my mouth fell open noiselessly.

“Ssshhit!” He hissed, grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs. I was still coming, my pussy fluttering around his cock. “You feel so good.” He fucked me deep and hard, using his grip on my legs to add leverage to every thrust. My vision swam, I couldn’t focus on anything but the feel of his cock driving into me over and over.

“You didn’t forget about me, did you?” Shaw’s voice was soft and I jerked as his hands slid under my shoulders, hoisting me up so he could hold me against his chest. His hands skated over my body, one hand pressing against my mound, the fingers of the other coming up to trace my lips. I numbly parted them, sucking on his fingers as they slipped over my tongue. Shaw’s hand danced up my leg, replacing Helios’s grip on my ankle so that Helios could reach down to grab my hip. Shaw’s lips pressed against my ear, tongue tracing the contours.

“And what if..ah...I did?” Each word I managed was a conscious effort; my throat was so dry and raw, and I licked my lips, desperate for moisture. Shaw sensed my need and rewarded me with another kiss, pushing his own tongue through my parched lips.

“Look. Watch him come. ‘Cause once he’s finished, I’ll need your help again.” He shifted himself so that I was propped against his chest again, my head trained downward to where Helios was pumping furiously in and out of me, Shaw’s fingers expertly strumming my clit, his cock pressed hard and hot against my back. I whimpered at his command, not sure just how much more pleasure my body could endure.

I was seeing stars at that point, tears pooling at the corners of my eyes. Every muscle in my body was limp and feeble, and I was thankful for Shaw’s support, as I don’t think I would have been able to hold myself up to meet Helios’s eager thrusts. And when I felt him twitching within, saw his cerulean eyes flash with a silent outcry of ultimate gratification, I came for a third time, my hips lifting high off the mattress and taking him in fully, completely. I think we all cried out together, sweat-slick bodies sliding together effortlessly, as if the three of us were one being. I had never felt more sexy, more desirable, more alive as I did in that moment. It was overwhelming in many ways, and when Helios pulled himself out, leaving me feeling barren and empty, I whined softly, curling myself against Shaw, the tears of euphoria I’d kept in check before now streaming freely.

Helios saw what was happening and sat beside Shaw and I, his fingertips tracing over my shoulders in a sensual, yet comforting way. They exchanged a look of concern, and Shaw covered my ear with his palm, whispering to Helios, “I think we broke her, man. Why’s she crying?”

“She’s spent, Shaw. Look at her. She is tapped the fuck out.” He hooked his fingers around a few damp locks of hair that were plastered against my cheek and pushed them away, then placed an achingly tender kiss on the newly exposed skin. I opened my eyes and found his gaze, my vision blurred but still able to discern his smile, edged with a hint of concern thanks to a furrowed brow. I tapped his chin with my fingertip playfully, my lips twitching into a grin.

“You two lied to me,” I said, fingernails raking the stubble on his cheek.

They exchanged a look of confusion, with Shaw bending close, turning his ear toward my mouth to better hear me. “What did you say?”

“You said it was your first time. But you’ve done this before. There’s no way in hell you haven’t practiced that on another...helpless...victim…” I felt myself succumbing to exhaustion quickly, now slumping into the supportive arms of Helios, my hands clasped together under my chin, head resting against his chest.

I felt the vibration of Helios’s chuckle against my ear. The bed dipped slightly as Shaw stood and stretched his arms above his head with a loud groan, then staggered off to the bathroom. I soon heard the sound of rushing water, presumably from the shower. That soothing sound, coupled with the comforting heat of Helios’s embrace was enough to send me into a deep, restful sleep. When my breathing steadied, Helios slowly, silently slid away and covered me with the rumpled sheet before stepping out onto the balcony, naked, taking in the view of the city below.

After his shower, Shaw joined him, a towel tied around his waist, damp hair tousled and wild. He lit a cigarette and leaned on the railing, blowing smoke rings into the black, starless night.

“Guess there’s a first time for everything, yeah?”

#mr love queens choice #mlqc #mlqc smut #mlqc helios #mlqc shaw #oldie but goodie #although #@_@ reformatting this was a BEAST #UGH my most least favorite of parts

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alcamcat · 1 year

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~☆~☆~☆~☆ Masterlist☆~☆~☆~☆~

Seduce Me the otome

Headcanons:

What do they miss?

Their first "wtf" Moment

What were they thinking

Try this food

Difficult to learn

Nightmares

Use unique ability

First encounters with humans

Their kinks (smut)

Favorite position (smut)

True form

Scenarios:

"Accidental touch" (mildly suggestive)

Take it further (nsfw) – James - Erik - Sam - Matthew - Damien

fraternal support – James – Erik – Sam – Matthew – Damien

Gardening with James

James' depressed lover (tw: depression)

First time with Matthew (nsfw)

Time for three (nsfw)

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Mr Love: Queen's Choice

Fics:

Coming home (Gavinxfemale) Part 1 (slightly NSFW) / Part 2 (NSFW) – Gavin is on his way home after a long mission, but he never imagined what awaited him...

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multifandom-worlds · 1 year

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A Warm Day at Work - Kinkmas 2022

Genre: Smut

Rating: NSFW (18+)

Word Count:515

Warnings: Cockwarming

Authors Note: One of my contributions to Kinkmas 2022 with @otome-and-fanfiction and made for @darling-dummy-blogs

Victor had been incredibly busy the last few weeks, making it almost impossible for Cassie to see him, and she was getting lonely. He was working from home today to satisfy her need for having him around, but it wasn’t good enough for Cassie. She craved more of him, more of his attention, but she also understood how important his work was to him.

The two of them have spoken about cockwarming - an action in which Victor would slip his cock into Cassie and leave it there. It had been something Cassie was intrigued by, and given how much she loved the feel of Victor stretching her out, she thought it might be worth investigating together. Well, today was the day she wanted to try it out for the first time.

Victor looks up from his computer, a curious twinkle in his eye and a slight smirk on his lips. “Oh? And what “thing” would you like to try? You need to be more specific when using your words; you know I’m not a mind reader. “

Slipping her panties off under her skirt and leaving them in the bedroom, Cassie carefully walks down the hall to Victor’s home office, gently rapping on the door before pushing it open. “Victor?” She calls from the slightly open door.

“Come in, sweetness.” Came Victor’s reply. She pushes the door open further, striding into the room. “Victor...I was wondering if we could do that..thing. That thing we talked about a few days ago..”

Cassie shifts her weight between her legs before taking a deep breath and telling him exactly what she wants to do. “I-I want to sit on your cock as you work.” Victor arches an eyebrow, hearing her tell him what she wants. He was expecting her to be a brat about it, but she instead decided to obey him.

Pushing his chair away from the desk, he motions for her to come over before undoing the button on his pants and pulling them down his hips, just enough for his now semi-hard erection to be free. “Well then, my sweet, your seat is ready.” He taps his lap, beckoning her over. Eagerly, Cassie walks over to him, straddling his lap to gently ease herself onto him, giving her time to stretch out around him. A shaky breath escapes from her partially opened lips as he bottoms out inside her. With one arm wrapped around her waist, Victor holds her in place as he rolls his chair back to his desk, continuing his work, leaving her stuffed and content to spend time with him.

Once in a while, Victor will shift his legs or thrust upwards a little bit, earning a quiet whimper from his wife, but he continues to work diligently, he himself enjoying the feeling of being wholly sheathed into the warmth of his wife’s core. Sure, they had their fair share of intimate moments, but this was something different, more personal than their usual cuddling, and he would 100% not say no the next time she asked to sit on his cock.

#Kinkmas 2022 #TimesKinkyChristmas #MLQS smut #mlqc smut #victor li #mr love queen's choice #mr love victor #mr love queen’s choice

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voltage-vixen · 2 years

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The Pleasures of Reconciliation (NSFW)

Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Shaw x MC(F)

Warnings: NSFW, vaginal sex, public sex, slight unintentional voyeurism, vaginal fingering

“Almost finished with packing,” MC muttered under her breath as she finished making her final preparations.

This month marked the anniversary of MC’s production company, and her team had suggested that they celebrate the milestone by planning an employee retreat over the upcoming long weekend. After making a few quick calls to some nearby establishments, Anna was able to secure a reservation at a campground located just beyond the outskirts of the city. The day before they left for the trip, MC had been diligently packing her belongings when an obnoxious rapping suddenly pounded on the door of her apartment. Without even waiting for MC to respond, Shaw strolled in through the entryway and casually meandered over to her bedroom where he flopped back onto the bed.

“What’s with the bag?” Shaw scoffed, closing his eyes and resting his hands underneath his head. “Planning on going somewhere?”

“Actually yes,” MC responded, never once missing a beat as she finished putting the remaining stack of her clothes in the suitcase. “The team and I are taking a trip for the company’s anniversary. We’re planning on-”

“Cool, I suppose I’ll have no choice but to tag along,” his reply dripped nonchalantly. “Knowing you, you’re going to manage to get caught up in some type of trouble which would be an even bigger pain in the ass for me to deal with if I wasn’t somewhere close by. When do we leave?”

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“……and while she was preoccupied with trying to fix the generator, the killer grabbed her from behind and then-”

“STOP IT, MINOR!” MC screeched, before flying into the air and landing in the safety of Shaw’s lap. She huddled herself closely against Shaw’s chest, burrowing her head deep into the nook of his neck. Tonight’s moon was full and radiating down on the group as they sat around the campfire, and MC was left pondering her life choices of why she would ever agree with the group’s suggestion to exchange scary stories.

“But I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet!” Minor protested, pursuing on in carrying out the rest of his spooky tale. “Now what I was trying to say-,”

“-That instead he found a ditzy producer! BOO!” Shaw taunted, managing to tickle the side of her waist before MC slipped from his grasp and dashed like a bullet ejected from the barrel of a revolver into the dark terrain of the woods. Goosebumps coated her arms under the fleece of Shaw’s hoodie he had insisted upon her wearing; the bumps vanishing when

“Relax, it’s only me,” Shaw’s husky voice crooned into her ear. The tension released from MC’s shoulders when she felt the familiar warmth of his breath pour onto the back of her neck. “Damn, take it easy and chill out a bit.”

“Thank god it’s only you, Shaw,” MC exhaled in relief, wiping the bead of sweat trickling from the arch of her brow. “I was so scared you were an evil woods monster or some other creep lurking about. Though I am a tad annoyed if I’m being honest! Why would you scare me when you knew how terrified I was already?!”

“Other creep?” Shaw scoffed, a dangerous tint glinting in his eyes. “Just how many creeps are you seeing? There’s no other creep out there that can satisfy you the way I can satisfy you.”

Settling his hands on the curves of MC’s waist, Shaw fervently nudged her body forward, her chest slamming against the bark of one of the nearby trees. The evolver towered over MC from behind; his teeth leaving behind a vivid crimson trail of the assault he left on the nape of her neck. One of Shaw’s hands roamed down to the mound of her ass, his palm connecting with the soft hot flesh as he spanked MC. The provocative caresses Shaw was instilling upon the canvas of her body fanned the flames of her desire, leaving her more than ready to encompass him.

“See? Your body agrees with me,” he taunted, stifling a grunt at the way his own body responded to the way her physicality was practically begging him for more.

“Shaw,” MC moaned, while his fingers traced electrifying jolts down her thigh as he masterfully worked at discarding her underwear to the ground. “Hey, wait a second! I’m still upset with you, you big meanie jerk head!”

Shaw chuckled as the jab of his caresses strummed against the bud of her womanhood, each stroke tantalizing and teasing, awakening a rapacious carnal hunger MC never imagined she would be capable of experiencing.

“Meanie jerk head? What are you five?” he scoffed in amusement, relishing at the sensation of her hips grinding against him and betraying the declaration uttered more out of exasperation than annoyance. “Eh, I’ve been called far worse before. Though are you certain you want me to stop?”

“You’re already so wet and I haven’t even touched your ‘sensitive’ spot yet,” he crooned deliberately before sliding two of his fingers deep past her folds to send a shock wave of bliss that elicited a sensual cry that rang sweetly in Shaw’s ears. “Seems to me that your body doesn’t want me to stop. Do you like that, babe?”

“A-Ah, you know I do, Shaw,” MC mewled, twisting her hips in a futile attempt to grind deeper into the heat of the sweet friction. “Enough! Shaw, you must stop teasing me. I’ll forgive you already if you quit torturing me…..please. Please.”

The heat radiating from the palm of his hands as the rocker clutched the curve of her waist torched a burning flame from within. Truthfully as exhilarating Shaw found their teasing foreplay to be, the compromising position the two were in was enough to entice him into cutting their playful routine short today. Hastily discarding his pants, Shaw bit down on his lip when his erection was freed from the containment. Cupping her ass, Shaw pushed deeply into MC to enjoin the heat of their passions together. Encompassed by the tightness of her walls, Shaw hummed in pleasure at the acquainted warmth surrounding his manhood. MC hissed when he swiftly spiraled his hips into her. The thickness of his arousal stretched her further with each frenzied movement. Chewing down hard on her lip, MC had to bite down in response to the overflowing sensations of infusion from the slight pain and pleasure elicited from the impressive size of his member.

“Fuck me, harder,” MC whined, a bubbling anticipation pooling in her belly while she yearned for the release Shaw was so close to granting her. “Harder.”

Obeying her desires, Shaw shifted his angle to penetrate deeper into MC. His thumb traveled to her clit, stroking a pattern over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Alternating the rotation of his grazes, not much time passed until MC lost herself in a rush of delectation.

Her knees buckled from the intense jolts of pleasure coursing through the veins of her body, causing her to dip into the tree until Shaw’s hands grasped firmly around the dampened skin on her waist.

“Running away already?” a silky guttural growl dripped into the crook of her ear. MC shivered as Shaw’s tongue traced the blushed appendage before digging his nails into the softness of her skin. “You’re even more of a fool than I assumed if you really think that was enough to leave me fully satisfied.”

A soft gasp trickled from MC’s mouth when the hot breath of her lover lingered on the surface of her neck. His need was no sooner pressed against the slick of her entrance. The woman’s body shuddered in an urgent preconception at the very forethought of that beautiful cock of his stretching her until at last she relinquished into a withering puddle of bliss.

“Hey guys, I found them! They’re over he-”

A breathy whimper circulating from the withdrawal of Shaw’s arousal was the only reaction MC was given time to express since no sooner did her boyfriend shift them behind the tree and out of view of the lecherous intruder.

“Um, I’m so sorry, Boss!” Minor brooded, his fingers massaging his temples as he squinted his eyes shut to give the couple some privacy. “Please don’t fire me! I promise I didn’t see anything! In fact, let’s pretend I was never here at all”

“Minor, wait,-”

“Uh, never mind, everybody!” Minor’s panicked voice cut MC off before she could assure her fretting subordinate. “False alarm! Let’s go search for them somewhere else! Anywhere else! Anywhere that’s not here, and far away from here!”

“Oh, good lord.” MC muttered, sighing in exasperation while Shaw snorted, absolutely tickled by the situation. “Like that wasn’t obvious at all.”

“That’s some crackerjack staff you have working for you there,” Shaw jabbed, wrapping his arms to console MC. “No need to worry though. Likely the others will believe that Minor is being Minor. Now hurry up and cover up that cute ass of yours. The mood is ruined, and it would be a pain for me to have to take care of you if caught cold. Quickly make yourself decent.”

Giving her ass a playful swat before turning to stand guard, a chuckle pursed through Shaw’s lips as MC grumbled in the pursuit of hustling to touch herself up while he redressed his lower half. Arms folded across his chest, he leaned back against the trunk of the tree and glanced into the nighttime sky. The fog of his breath danced visibly into the crisp nighttime air upon exhaling. Concerned his girl would end up really catching a cold knowing her luck, the grad student went to reprimand MC, only to be stunned when the scent of her shampoo lingered in his nostrils as the familiar weight of her head rested on his arm for support.

“We should probably head back now,” MC conceded, reluctant to loosen the comforting grip she had on her man. Grudgingly, she began to lead the way back until Shaw’s arms suddenly were entwined around her waist. His chin rested on the top of her head, and MC detected a hint of uneasiness in the shaky sigh he exhaled.

“Hey…...you and I…., we’re cool, yeah?”

The usual confidence (sprinkled in with a smidge of arrogance) seemed to be vacant in lieu of a restlessness that lingered as he impatiently awaited her response. Long after having forgiven him, MC had falsely assumed that the status of her annoyance with the rocker had been evident. Still, while she lusted after his too cool for school/bad boy demeanor, she equally adored and accepted Shaw’s rarely witnessed insecure side. Wriggling free of his grasp, she spun around to encircle her arms around his neck.

“You’re forgiven, Shaw,” MC consoled, inclining on the tips of her toes to reach his lips. Her intent was to plant him with a kiss, but instead Shaw leaned down to nibble on her lip.

“Just wait until next time,” Shaw lowered his voice barely loud enough for MC to hear. “Next time, I’ll treat you even nicer. You won’t regret forgiving me.”

Swiftly palming their hands together, Shaw proceeded to drag MC back to the site to reunite with the others. MC gave his hand a soft squeeze, eliciting a small smile from the evolver.

Fighting with her blows, but making-up isn’t a hell of a bad time. Though she does look cuter with that dopey grin on her face, he thought as he stole a glance at the expression of content radiating from MC’s features.

Returning her squeeze with his own, he heartily accepted the warmth of her shoulder pressing against his arm as they returned to the site. Basking in the glow from their interrupted rendezvous earlier, Shaw was already scheming how to annoy MC enough so that he could whisk her away to finish his tantalizing apology during another time.

#mr. love queen's choice #mlqc shaw #mlqc fanfic #mlqc smut #ling xiao #this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile now #so of course i get the urge to finish it randomly in the middle of the night #😂

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otonymous · 2 years

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Anytime, Anyplace (MLQC Lucien - NSFW) - Kinktober 2022

Description:

Kinktober prompt #3: Free Use 👀🔥

Lord Luci x Reader in a free use situation = the best type of (wet) daydream, in my humble opinion LOL 🙈😂

Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language and mature themes - reader discretion is advised. Potential trigger warnings include: free use kink, sexual objectification, public sex, masturbation, oral sex, 69, hints of exhibitionism, creampies

Lucien could do anything he wanted with you. Anytime. Anyplace.

He could spread your legs wide across the dining room table if he decided he would rather eat you for breakfast than the buttered toast slowly growing cold before him. Or crawl beneath a desk to bury face and fingers between your legs as you struggle to maintain composure during a Zoom meeting with your colleagues. And you’d be expected to go about your business, working on proposals or wiping down kitchen counters even if his hands found their way down the front of your blouse.

🔥The story continues on my Pa*t*re-on page (please see link in pinned post)! 🔥 Hope you all enjoy it and happy reading! 🥰💕

#mlqc #mr love queen's choice #love and producer #mlqc lucien #mlqc smut #mlqc fanfic #mlqc lucien smut #lucien x reader #lucien x reader smut #my writing #kinktober 2022

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shinydelirium · 1 year

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Kiro's Perception Date Preview

My luck has always been absolutely terrible but somehow I managed to get Kiro's Alluring karma in 50 pulls😭. Couldn't wait any longer and read the date ASAP cuz that blurb was too tempting to pass up and...it was BEAUTIFULLY SMUTTY/SMUTTILY BEAUTIFUL??? Idk how to describe it and if those words even belong together (they do now) but it was definitely tastefully written. A minor spoiler: HUGE HUGE REFLECTION DATE VIBES!!! (Highly underrated date imo). Also, check out the breathtaking, gorgeous backgrounds!!! 😍🤩💖

#mlqc #kiro #mlqc kiro #mlqc cn #kiro date #mlqc spoilers #mom told me to go to bed already #but who needs sleep when there's SMUT!!!🤤#Out of context: PUT ME IN THAT CAGE!!!

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yourssinfullyquiche · 6 months

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Night

Hello, all you beautiful people🥰 Another installment in the 4 part Gavin (s.e.x) series. Yes, I was supposed to do Afternoon and Evening first but I'm still writing Afternoon and Evening has yet to be written. So...let's just skip to Night, shall we?

This is an NSFW work, and it's also a little angsty. I had to. I was desperate for angst TW: Unprotected sex, and...nothing else. I'm so bad at this

I come out of the bathroom, fresh as a dewdrop and see Gavin against the headboard of the bed, clothed in his tee and shorts, reading papers with his glasses on. It’s never used often, those glasses. Kept in a black zipped case, it remains on the bedside table ready for use when he wants to. Rather, when he has a splitting headache after reading too much too closely. Though, there are times when he adorns those golden spectacles for the surprised glint in my eyes that leads to heat spreading to my cheeks which results in me tugging my bottom lip with my teeth.

I have an inkling of why it’s there today because the second I emerge from my shower, his eyes meet mine immediately in a gaze that tells me he’s not OK. It’s the kind where his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. Behind that gaze is the lethargy of his recent mission that ended after a month, a sadness of which he has experienced that he’s yet to tell me. He looks like he’s about to cry driven by fear of loss. Ringed with dark circles, the reports he ought to be reading are abandoned with an unfocused mind.

I stride towards Gavin, with a resolve of eliminating the feelings which feed into that look. He puts the papers aside and the spectacles on it, arms at his side to welcome my presence on his body. I don’t even bother changing into my pyjamas, only removing my bathrobe and tossing it onto the chair, knowing that his clothes would be strewn all over the floor. Clad only in my delicates, my legs straddle his hips. He cups my behind and pushes me up, securing me comfortably above him, levelled to his face. My hair falls encasing us in a curtain of floral vanilla scent—a secret reprieve, only the two of us share.

Our hands fiddle with our clothes—mine are gone in no time, my fingers move on to his shorts, pull it down in one go and throw it haphazardly. He’s bare and chuckling when he looks at me. “Don’t worry, the other half of my body won’t dare run away.”

The delivery of that line should have me laughing but his voice is as empty as a hollow tree, something he tries to mask with cheekiness but fails. Though it twinges within, I don’t point it out. Instead I reciprocate with the intended cadence and smack his chest lightly, “I’ll be sure to use that line when you tear my clothes in shreds.”

He purposely averts his eyes all innocently with a satisfied smile on his face. The back of my fingers absentmindedly runs over his cheek as he tucks the spilling locks of my hair to one side. “What’s on your mind?” I ask.

There, it’s that look again. That look in his eyes tells me he’s so afraid. He breathes heavily and pulls me closer into his warm embrace, protectively cradling the back of my head. I wait for his shaky breaths to dwindle and answer though I know it won’t come as easily. I look back at him to see his eyes glisten wistfully and then he says, “I’m so happy that you’re here with me.”

My face twists first into confusion and then understanding. I don’t pry further because that one line tells me everything I need to know. A smile forms on my face as I cup his cheeks. “There’s no place I will be than in your arms, my love.”

The smile he gives me is loving and grateful as he brings me into his embrace once more. There’s a small lump forming in my throat, but I swallow it. There will be no tears for now, not when he needs my strength—and it comes full force as my fingers ghost over the deep lines on his body

All sizes with pains that ache my heart. I dance over the fresh gash across his sternum like they’re hot coals burning my fingers. Yes, it burns. It burns my entire being, makes my blood boil that he has to put himself through countless horrors—yes it is not deep, but the marking remains sufficiently angry to leave a scar crossing both his pecs.

My thoughts halt when he looks at me with a pensive gaze. I remind myself that anger is not what I need now as well. I’ll not let him have the chance to comfort me, not when he’s clearly in need of some love. So, before he utters anything, I kiss lips, one he gladly sinks into. Desperate and breathless it becomes and it makes me float, taking away my mind that would eventually travel down the path of bitter horrifying stories it conjures.

I caress his cheek with the back of my knuckles. Kiss all over his face. He chuckles as I flutter my eyelashes across his skin. I look into his eyes, tired but always exuding gentle love that sends a rush of warmth through my body.

No words leave my lips, it only moves to join his again. Our kisses are unhurried and languid, a sweet dance. We save exploring each other’s bodies for another day, for today we yearn only for the warmth such nakedness provides. I raise and sink slowly down his cock. The chorus of sounds leave our lips at the pleasure of fullness we both feel, feeling so close to one another, the warmth that one can only feel when they’re skin to skin.

One of his hands stays resting on my bottom and the other sneaks up to hold my nape, mine finds its way to the soft strands of his hair, and they stay put for anchor. I feel him engorged and pulsing in me. The burn of my core, the stickiness my legs feel and the incredible need to rise and slam hard into his body. I ignore all the impulse, instead we rock our bodies to a slow rhythm. Moving together and savouring the deliberate thrusts.

Gavin’s lips caress my neck until they land at the corner of mine. “You feel so good,” he whispers against my lips, choking my sighs once more in a reverent kiss. Tonight, I let my lips take away his grief, my body take away his pain. Perhaps after, words will be shared once more, dead in the twilight wrapped around in sheets heated by the warmth of our bodies.

The waves of pleasure crests within us yet we never hasten. I feel the usual jolt in my tummy, one look at him tells me we’re both about to fall over the cliff. “Together,” I tell him and he’s about to pull away when I stop him, clamping down. “I want it inside.” He stills, eyes wide as he stares at me for a few seconds. The question is clear. Are you sure?

Softly he asks to confirm his thoughts, “Is that what you want or are you doing this because you think I want it?”

I yearn, and perhaps I am doing this for him. But I don’t care. I know he’s the man I want to spend all my nights with wrapped in our sheets, the only one whose golden eyes I ache to meet when I wake. Somehow I know he needs that as well. To be so close to one another until the air we breathe diminishes.

“I want it…,” breathlessly it dispels from my lips.

I look at him and his eyes are glassy and dark to a deep shade of bourbon as he kisses my forehead.

“Then come with me,” says Gavin.

We’re in one tight embrace as our bodies rock once more—a little faster, and within a few seconds we come undone in a gentle rush. I have no plans to move, to feel the emptiness that will instantly wash over—he doesn’t either when his hands stay tight around me. I feel the warmth of the duvet around my skin as we kiss goodnight and say I love yous before we drift to a slumber.

A/N: Thank you for reading❤️ Updates will be quite slow since I'm working now. I had this piece in the drafts as I wrote it immediately after Morning. I waited so long only because I wanted to post it by order but the Afternoon piece is taking longer than expected. It's really out of my comfort zone, so writing it has been a slow process. To those of you reading, I appreciate your patience~

Credits to @cafekitsune for the lovely dividers😚

Taglist: @playheej@purple-cat-demon@rinharu-purple (if you want to join my taglist, please visit my blog and click the link available on my pinned post)

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beneathashadytree · 1 year

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VICTOR LI MASTERLIST

fluff: normal, angst: italics, smut: bold

A-Z Fluff Headcanons - Part 1 (hcs)

A-Z Fluff Headcanons - Part 2 (hcs)

Touch Me (oneshot)

#victor li #mlqc victor #mlqc victor fluff #mlqc victor angst #mlqc victor smut #mlqc #mr love queen's choice #masterlist

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chanel-23 · 5 months

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Does anyone know which show or movie this is?

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purple-cat-demon · 2 years

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Forever Starts Under the Ginkgo Tree Part 9

Pairing: Gavin x Hazel

Genre: 🔞Smut🔞 romantic/domestic fluff

Word Count: 4,714

Warnings: wet dream leading to actual sex, unprotected sex.

Beta by the lovely @sin-with-quiche

Dear GEEZUS, this has been a very long time coming and I have my finicky Muse to thank for that (the highly distractive little brat), but yes, this little saga is finally done after about 2 years in the making?? So I hope y'all enjoy the final instalment of Forever Starts Under the Ginkgo Tree~ 💙 thank you all who have been reading it and have been very patient for each instalment~

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~~Sunday 7:30am~~

"Wakey wakey, my love~" Hazel gently whispered in Gavin's ear. A soft moan came from her fiancé, still touring dream land.

"Ngh, how is it that you're awake before me," he shifted towards her, "and here I thought I wore you out last night."

In a swift move by her deft fiancé, Hazel was back on the bed and under him, playfully laughing as he snuggled into the crook of her neck. A hand had snuck up her pajama top and lightly fondled her breast, his fingers gently pinching an already hardening nipple.

“Mmm, how are you this frisky so early in the morning, my love," Hazel giggled

He smiled into her neck before kissing it.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he answered, nibbling her ear before trailing back down to her neck. Lifting his head, he leaned in for a kiss while his knee parted her legs enough for his hand to move downward. Hazel anticipated that delicious next move—

A few moments passed before Hazel opened her eyes to find Gavin had disappeared.

“Huh,” she sat up and looked around, her bleary gaze settling on the sleeping form of her fiancé next to her.

‘What the hell? That was a DREAM?!’

Silently waging war on her rudely overactive imagination, her small tantrum roused the officer from his sleep.

“Mm, what’s wrong, my love?”

“Nothing…,” she whimpered, thoroughly duped by her very convincing wet dream.

Gavin sat up, shifting closer to his visibly dejected bride-to-be and nuzzled into the back of her neck, taking in her scent.

“You sure nothing’s wrong," he wrapped his arms around her torso and rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Y-yeah, I just had a super realistic dream, that’s all," she shivered at his touch.

“Oh? And what was it about?"

Hazel felt her face get uncomfortably warm as she recalled the unfinished business of her lewd dream.

“W-well, I guess you could think of it as a continuation of our…session last night.”

“Is that right,” he inquired, mildly intrigued by this dream of hers. He glanced over at the clock on her nightstand, it read 6:56am, he then had an idea.

“Judging from your cute pout, I’d say this dream of yours was…unfinished?”

Hazel squeaked at his deduction, squirming in his embrace as one bold hand found itself in her pajama bottoms.

“Well then, I’m not sure if I should be jealous of your imagination or not but let’s fix this with the real deal, yeah?”

A whine came from her as he continued his explorations below, the light circular motion she felt on her clit made her knees draw upward, giving him more access.

“Nngh, w-wait…,” he stopped his actions, concerned that she may still be sore from last night.

She turned toward him, pushed him lightly onto his back, then hastily shedded her pajamas.

“Let me take care of you,” she purred while straddling his waist.

She shimmied down his legs, taking his pajama bottoms with her—Gavin stifled a giggle at the cute sight. With his help, Hazel freed him of his clothing then slowly crawled back up. He was almost fully erect, and with how wet she already was, she slid his length along her slick folds with ease.

Gavin bit back a moan, propping himself up on his elbows to get a better view of his bride-to-be. When she felt he was good and ready, she positioned his length at her entrance and slowly sank down. Both groaned at the contact; Hazel paused, adjusting to his fit, then slowly rocked and bounced in place. She leaned forward, her fingertips ghosting over his chest before flitting up to cup his face to kiss him. Gavin surprised her by wrapping his arms around her to deepen the kiss. The sudden movement made her legs jerk, causing her left knee to graze his wound. He hissed, abruptly breaking their kiss.

“Ah, I’m so sorry–my love,” she apologized profusely upon realizing what had happened.

“I’m fine, get back here,” he demanded, bringing her face back in for another kiss.

She carefully continued her movements, swallowing all the moans from her fiancé as that familiar build up approached quickly.

Gavin felt impatience take over as he shifted to sit up with Hazel still straddling him. Hazel moved to accommodate a more comfortable position for the injured officer, despite his grunts of protest. She jolted as Gavin snuck one hand down to tease her clit while the other firmly pressed on her back trying to close what little gap remained between them. Desperation in his actions as if she were only a dream that would disappear the moment he lets go.

Taking the small chance of possibly hurting his side, he started to buck into her, inadvertently slowing down her movements.

“A-ah, babe…hah, I’m—,” his warning cut off as he tensed up, spilling into her. Hazel quickly followed with her own release as she clutched onto him, biting his shoulder to muffle the scream that threatened to wake their only bungalow neighbor.

A pained grunt came from the spent officer, she had bit a little too hard but not enough to draw blood.

“Why do I feel like I’ve hurt you more than pleasured you,” she panted out, still coming down from her blissful high.

A small chuckle filled her ears as he tightened his embrace.

“It’s fine, it wasn’t intentional,” he paused, “or maybe, the bite was intentional?”

Hazel wanted to crawl under a rock from the embarrassment she felt; she didn’t realize biting was part of her intimate repertoire, though Gavin didn’t seem to mind it.

‘Maybe he’s into it??’

“You okay, Pumpkin?”

She must have zoned out for too long, concerning her fiancé; she blinked back into the present.

“Yes, sorry, I spaced out for a moment there,” she pressed her forehead to his, content in the intimacy they shared.

“Hmm, what time is it,” he asked.

Hazel glanced over at the clock, “8:07, should we get ready?”

“Actually,” he caressed her face, “I was thinking we could relax in the hot spring tub before heading out for breakfast.”

Her eyes lit up, she was all for getting their money’s worth out of that private hot spring.

“That’s a great idea! I was thinking about that too, but right before we leave for Loveland so we could be more relaxed on the train ride.”

“We could do that too, if you still want to.”

She eagerly nodded, that amenity definitely made her sleep better, among other things.

Gavin reached for the tissues on the nightstand but Hazel was faster. She gently lifted herself off his lap as he cleaned them both before anything got on the sheets. He headed to the outdoor shower first as Hazel started filling the tub; she then walked over to her fiancé, giggling as she threw her arms around him and swayed.

“Thank you so much for all of this. I’m excited for the next step.”

“You’re more than welcome,” he said, kissing her forehead, “and so am I.”

The brisk morning air cut through them as they went to check on the water level in the tub.

“Mm, almost full,” Gavin observed, he then noticed Hazel shivering a little from the cold.

“Let me return the favor,” he said, hugging her from behind. As he rested his chin on the top of her head, he felt just how cold her wet hair really was. He immediately brought a hand up to dry her hair before she caught a cold.

“Ahhh…,” Hazel, so thoroughly content with the warm, gentle breeze swirling around her, she nearly forgot to keep an eye on the tub filling.

Luckily, Gavin was paying attention while he dried her hair; he gave a small nudge to let her know it was full.

“Ah, yes, got it,” she left his warm embrace to turn the water off, then gestured to Gavin to go in.

“After you, my love~”

He nodded with a small smirk as he stepped into the tub; his hand extended out to help her get in. Finally adjusting to the heat, Hazel sat down, letting out a pleasant sigh as she settled in next to Gavin.

“Oh crap, I forgot the candle,” she got up to go retrieve the neglected piece of aromatherapy.

“Leave it, come back here,” Gavin reached out, slipping his arms around her waist, and planting a kiss on her back, “I just want to enjoy this moment with you, no candle needed.”

She happily settled back into his embrace, sinking into the safety of his very being.

Two hours passed as they relaxed in the comfort of each other’s company. Hazel held up her left hand, admiring the delicate new addition. Flipping her hand over warranted a small gasp, it was quite pruney, a clear indication that it was time to get out.

“Do you want to go back to the cafe from yesterday or try something new,” her fiancé inquired as they got out of the tub.

“Hm, I kinda wanted to try their French toast, but if you want to try someplace new, I don’t mind.”

He mulled over the options for a bit.

“I’ll figure it out while you get ready,” he ultimately decided on a surprise choice.

“Okay,” she chirped, bounding away to the bathroom to get ready.

Gavin rummaged through his duffel for an outfit, while scrolling around for another place to try. He found a couple of places near the hotel that boasted some glowing reviews; the food looked delicious in the pictures that previous patrons had taken, but which cafe would be the best choice?

One cafe offered some similar style French toasts like the cafe from yesterday, whereas the second choice did not. He quickly debated between the two, finally settling on Sweet Break Cafe, just a two minute walk from the hotel.

“I picked a place,” he said as Hazel came out of the bathroom.

“Oh? Do I get to know where we are going or is it a surprise?” She cuddled up to him, gently squeezing his bicep.

“It’s a surprise,” he chuckled, placing a kiss on her temple.

“All right then, I better get dressed, the bathroom's all yours now.”

“Got it,” he reluctantly shuffled out of her embrace to finish getting ready.

As soon as they exited the hotel, they turned right and walked the two minutes right to a seemingly busy cafe.

“Sweet Break Cafe, sounds cute,” she commented, seeing the lettering on the front window. For a Sunday morning, this particular cafe had only a few patrons partaking in breakfast. A stark contrast to the line outside waiting at their apparent To-Go window.

Walking through the cozy setting, natural sunlight filtered in from the skylight panels that ran along the center of the ceiling. The building’s load bearing beams were painted a brilliant white, as well as the brick walls to give the illusion of a more open space. The more striking features of this interior were the vines that crawled up one wall via chicken wire and plants that hung above the seating areas on the opposite wall. The plant tendrils were kept trimmed to avoid contact with a patron’s head. Metallic dandelion fluff lights provided overhead lighting for each of the tables lining the walls. As for the picnic style bench seating in the middle of the cafe, two large flower-like ceiling fans provided a gentle airflow for the group seated beneath them.

The host sat the couple along the wall with the creeping vines. The small breeze generated by the center fans made the leaves sway and flutter.

“This is a pleasant surprise, I like the atmosphere here,” Hazel marveled, inhaling the fresh scent of the plants.

“I’m glad, I did see that they have similar french toasts here, part of the reason why I chose this place.”

“They do?” Her demeanor brightened even more, “what was the other part of the reason?”

“I thought it looked nice in the pictures, something different, you know?”

She nodded sweetly, the knowledge of the cafe having the very breakfast she wanted to try helped with her decision, or so she thought.

That decision wavered once they were given menus, there were so many mouth watering options other than the french toasts. From fluffy omelets to huge breakfast burritos, this cafe offered up quite a variety; ultimately she went with her first choice, though now the challenge of figuring out which flavor to get had presented itself.

“This is different, a corned beef, potato and cheddar cheese omelet,” Gavin pointed out a picture of a sumptuously plated omelet paired with spring greens and two pieces of toast.

“That does look tasty, are you ordering that?”

“I just might,” he said, taking one last flip through the menu.

“I’m gonna get this,” she pointed to the double cinnamon french toast.

“Sounds good, what are you getting to drink?”

Hazel skimmed over the beverage section, zeroing in on the milk tea option.

“Milk tea~”

Gavin chuckled, somehow he knew she’d pick that after seeing it offered on the menu himself, though he did love that about her, the predictability. Not that she was always predictable but the little things that made her smile, he would continue to learn every single one of them.

After finishing their hearty breakfast, the next mission to be completed was for Hazel to find some souvenirs for her coworkers. There were a couple of stores just across the street near the candle shop that housed cute knick knacks, some even with the giant ginkgo tree on them.

“Are you gonna get anything for your coworkers,” Hazel asked her fiancé, who seemed to be lost in thought at the moment while he idly toyed with a miniature windmill.

“Hm? Oh, uh, maybe,” his gaze falling upon a box of honey flavored cookies, “these will do for Loveland PD and the STF.”

He picked up two boxes of the ginkgo leaf shaped cookies, though his expression seemed less than content.

“Are you okay, my love,” Hazel nudged close to Gavin, “is your wound bothering you?”

Gavin blinked in confusion and the worried look on his fiancé’s face made him panic.

“N-no, I’m okay, I didn’t mean to worry you,” he replied in a hushed tone, gently taking her hand to his lips for a light kiss; a gesture that caught his lovely fiancé off guard.

“If you’re sure,” she flustered, nearly dropping her shopping basket, in silent awe over the duality of this man—now soon to be husband.

Husband

Hazel knew she would get married someday and, honestly, ever since Gavin came back into her life, she secretly hoped he’d be the one to propose. Though now that he has, the fact that the next step involved the actual ceremony—well, Hazel felt a bit overwhelmed, for now came the downhill snowball effect of planning such an event. Soon her expression matched Gavin’s previously out of focus one.

“I think I found some souvenirs that Kiki and Willow would like over here,” Gavin broke her inane look and derailed that nerve wracking train of thought. She rushed over to the shelving unit that Gavin currently stood in front of, perusing the puzzle boxes on display.

“Willow for sure would like the puzzle box, Kiki might get bored of it after a while,” Hazel scanned the shelves to find something for her younger coworker. A needle felted bear holding a metal ginkgo leaf as an umbrella caught her eye.

“This is perfect,” Hazel picked up the item, “I know she likes bears, they remind her of Kiro.”

“Is that right,” Gavin’s voice trailed off as they walked up to the cashier. He recalled Hazel being the recipient of such bear themed gifts on her birthday and Christmas from her idol friend.

They exited the store and just window shopped the rest of the shops along the boulevard. Passing a quaint wedding boutique, Hazel stopped; she saw a mermaid style dress nestled between an a-line princess style and a poofy ball gown. The mermaid dress had a ruched top instead of the lacy bodice she saw back home.

Gavin wrapped his free arm around Hazel’s waist and lightly kissed the side of her head .

“You okay, Pumpkin? You’ve been quiet since we left the souvenir shop.”

Hazel sighed and leaned into him, she knew this planning would take time but for some reason she couldn’t shake her apprehension at the moment. Why was she scared?

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”

“There’s nothing ‘wrong’ with you, my love. This is a big step for us, making it official and all.”

“Yeah, I get it,” she took his free hand in hers and lovingly squeezed it, “I do feel better. Just take it one step at a time, right?”

“Exactly. So how about we go back to the hotel, we’ll take one last soak in the hot tub, grab some dinner then head home?”

“That sounds nice, yes, let’s do that,” she nodded firmly and kissed him on the lips.

Hazel gathered the clothing that had been strewn around the room and proceeded to pack their duffels, while Gavin started the water to fill the tub. She briefly caught a melancholic expression before he switched it to a happier one when she entered the room

“Hm, there’s still something bothering you, isn’t there, my love,” she reached to cup his face; he melted into her touch and sighed.

“There are… some things I’m concerned about for the wedding planning, particularly the date.”

Hazel had an inkling as to why he was worried and it was those three pesky letters that seem to throw a wrench in a lot of their time together; the STF. While she did admire the fact that he had such a strong sense of duty, she also felt like her fiancé forgot that he was made of flesh and bone.

“There’s no guarantee that I won’t be called in for a mission,” his brows furrowed, “I was fortunate for this weekend despite still being called away. We might not be so lucky next time.”

“I figured that’s what it was, it crossed my mind too, which is why I thought maybe we could do a civil wedding ceremony and then try to plan a reception later?”

“That’s one option,” Gavin nodded, pondering over the plausibility of that idea, “but I also want you to have the wedding you deserve.”

He led them to the little cedar bench that jutted out of the wall and sat down; Hazel laced her fingers with his as she leaned on his shoulder.

“What other things are you worried about?”

Gavin sighed heavily into the side of her head.

“I guess the date was the only thing, really,” he replied, “well, maybe the venue for the reception. I think everything else can be dealt with as we go.”

Hazel shifted herself to look him in the eyes—maybe it was the newly engaged bliss still in effect but she felt even more love for this man. With all they had been through up to this point, planning a wedding should be a breeze—that’s what Hazel hoped, anyway.

“Ah, let me go check on the water,” she bolted up from the bench and scurried over to the edge of the tub, it was nearly full.

“Almost done,” she looked back at Gavin, who promptly stood up, taking his shirt off while walking over to her. She noticed his wound looking much better without the bandage as she lightly ran her fingers over it. He didn’t even flinch at her touch, he was too busy tugging on the hem of her top in silent eagerness before slowly pulling it over her head and tossing it toward the bench to join his. Hazel took to his belt buckle while he awkwardly fumbled with her bra clasps.

“I really hate these things,” he grumbled.

“Here, switch,” she giggled at his disgruntled look as he glumly finished what she had started. She quickly peeled off her leggings, panties following suit, both landing in a pile with Gavin’s pants and boxers. When she turned around, Gavin had already turned the water off, his hand extended out to help her in.

Time passed in quiet conversations with pauses of silence sprinkled in between. They happily bounced wedding ideas off of each other, some good, some really bad.

“I actually wouldn’t mind wearing the kind of dress I had for the Fairytale Wedding shoot we did. Though I wonder if that design went out of season since then,” she mused as she got out of the tub.

“You looked really pretty in that one but I think any dress would look gorgeous on you,” he added, following behind her.

“Even a burlap sack dress?” She couldn’t help herself, she had to know if what he said rang true.

“Uh, sure, you could make that look gorgeous too,” he replied, very puzzled at such an idea, but if that's what she desired, he’d make it work.

“I’m just kidding, my love, no burlap sack dress,” she teased. Thankfully she didn’t see the visible look of relief on his face as he dried her hair.

“I could just bring a picture of the dress to a bridal shop to see if they have a similar design,” she pointed out as Gavin continued to dry them both off.

“Hmm, true. You could always see about getting it custom made too, it's a shame you couldn’t keep that dress…”

Gavin hugged her naked form from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. A warm breeze wrapped around them; he gave her a peck on the cheek before pulling away to get dressed. Hazel followed behind and gently pinched his left side, startling him—the surprised yelp from him made her giggle hysterically. He quickly turned around, dropping the clothes he had already gathered and launched a tickle attack on his bride-to-be. The onslaught went on until Hazel yielded a breathless surrender.

“Seriously, I’m no match for you…,” Hazel wheezed, still out of breath.

Gavin chuckled, pulling her back into his arms—she flinched, adopting a defensive stance, well, as much as she could in her still nude form.

“Truce,” Hazel pleaded, looking up at him with her doe eyes, hoping this wasn’t some sneaky tactic to tickle her more.

“Truce,” he said, “now let’s get dressed, yeah?”

“Yes~”

They finished packing up their duffels and checked out of the hotel.

“Do you want to eat at the noodle place again,” Gavin asked as they exited the hotel lobby, nudging his duffel in the direction of said restaurant.

“Hmm, I’m still a little full from our late breakfast. I’m good with getting something from the convenience store at the train station, if that’s okay with you?”

“Sure, Pumpkin,” he put his arm around her as they walked to the station. “You sure you’re done shopping around? We’re gonna be getting back to Loveland City a little earlier than planned.”

“Yup! This weekend was so perfect, but now I can’t wait to go home and get started with the wedding plans,” Hazel eagerly bounced in place.

“Okay,” he smiled, knowing those preparations would be in the back of his mind as well.

It was well into the afternoon when they reached their platform for the return trip home. A small convenience kiosk was situated in the middle of the waiting area; Hazel perused the products they offered, her gaze falling on a crustless peanut butter sandwich. She grabbed that and a bottle of water; Gavin had picked out a chicken cutlet sandwich and a bottle of barley tea.

Their train pulled up just as they finished their food and drinks; a discernible ‘whoosh’ was heard above the mingling conversations as the doors opened to welcome passengers in.

Settling into their seats, Hazel saw the rich, warm glow of the fading day with the city slowly lighting up for the night. A wonderful atmosphere to end an equally wonderful weekend.

“Are you gonna sleep on the way back,” Gavin asked, noticing Hazel futilely stifling a yawn.

“Mm, I’m trying not to—I wanna start brainstorming more wedding ideas,” a small pout graced her lips, “but I have a feeling I’m going to knock out whether I want to or not.”

She yawned again, now feeling defeated, she gave up and leaned against Gavin’s shoulder.

‘That didn’t last long,’ he mentally mused, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He set an alarm on his phone and placed his ear buds in to get at least one hour of sleep before arriving at Loveland Station.

Upon arriving at Loveland Station, they were greeted by both Kiki and Willow. Hazel had texted them just before getting on the train, though she did not expect to see them this quickly.

“Boss!” They both yelled excitedly as they hurried over to the newly engaged couple, hugging them both.

Willow pawed at Hazel’s left hand, admiring the ring adorning it.

“Oh wow, that picture you posted did not do it justice, this is gorgeous,” she marveled.

“About time, Officer,” Kiki said in a hushed tone, lightly elbowing Gavin’s arm. He couldn’t really retort, this proposal was a long time coming.

“What are you two doing here, anyway,” Hazel asked her two coworkers, “I was just letting you know we were on our way home.”

The two young women looked at each other, deviously; Hazel had just noticed the small bag in Kiki’s hand.

“Well,” they both started, Willow continued, “ we wanted to be the first to congratulate you two in person, and,” she motioned to Kiki to give Hazel the small bag, “to give you this in celebration of your engagement.”

There was a sly tone in Willow’s voice that made Hazel cock an eyebrow at her coworker.

“And on that note,” Kiki piped up, “we’ll take our leave. See ya tomorrow, Boss!”

The two coworkers bounded off leaving a slightly confused Hazel and Gavin behind.

“That was…interesting,” Gavin described that encounter the best he could.

“Y-yeah, let’s head home, my love,” Hazel said, taking his hand back into hers.

Hazel plopped onto the edge of the bed after they got home, staring at the small bag. Gavin had mentioned something about ordering take out and getting more groceries in the morning before work. She was super curious about the gift Willow and Kiki had given them; she quickly realized why they chose to give it to them now and not at work tomorrow. Her face reddened as she pulled out a short mesh dress, if one could even qualify this as a dress, in a rich cobalt blue color with a ruffled hem.

‘WHAT WERE THEY THINKING,’ she mentally exclaimed, oh she knew those two were bold, but this? This was a whole new level.

Embarrassment was her initial reaction, but the more Hazel looked at the lingerie, the more she wanted to try it on. She hastily changed out of her clothes and into the skimpy pieces of material, paling at the pair of matching crotchless panties that were included—she then called Gavin into the bedroom. He got up from the couch and walked down the hallway to their bedroom, eyes focused on his phone as he started ordering food for delivery.

“I’m ordering food for us, wh—,” he didn’t finish his inquiry as his jaw dropped at the sight of Hazel in sexy garments.

“Is that…what they got us,” Gavin asked, his expression now matching her initial one; Hazel nodded, fidgeting under his gaze.

He canceled the food order and placed the phone on the dresser.

“Guess dinner's gonna have to wait a little longer, I’m not letting this opportunity go to waste,” he purred, now looming over her as she scooted back to let him on the bed. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he spied the crotchless panties; easy access, no less.

It would appear it was going to be a rather late night for the both of them, but tomorrow would bring a new day, and the beginning of the next chapter in their lives, for it was now time to plan a wedding.

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MLQC Fanfic - Lucien X Reader

CW: smutty smut huehue

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It’s been another long day of work. Paperwork, shooting, and so on and so forth. You were utterly beyond tired at this point. You yawn as you stretch and lean back in your chair, admiring all the hard work you’ve done today. You look at your phone, that you turned on silent a few hours ago cause you couldn’t focus. You see you have a missed call from Lucien. You sigh and call him back.

“Hey Lucien, you called?”

“Hey [y/n], I did indeed. I was wondering if you’re busy tonight. But since you only called me back just now, I assume you have been.”

“Yeah, sorry… Work’s been really stressful lately. I simply can’t take a break these days.”

“That’s not good. You need to relax from time to time.”

“I know, but… Ohwell…” You say with a sad sigh.

“Tell you what, got any plans for now?”

“Except for showering and jumping straight into bed? Not really.”

“Mind if I join you?” You hear in a mere husky whisper on the other side.

“Wait what?!”

“Did I just say that out loud?”

“…I think you did, yes.”

“Oh [y/n] I am so terribly sorry! I should have never said that! I’m so sorry! I uh… Oh would you look at the time! Gotta go, bye!”

*beep, beep, beep*

He hung up. You look at your phone in confusion and then tuck it into your bag, picking it up to leave.

While you walk home you can’t help but think about what Lucien said. Sure, you’ve had a crush on the professor for a while now, and usually he was always pretty upfront with his feelings and thoughts. But you’ve never heard him say anything like that. It did, however, pretty much confirm for you that he feels the same for you. If he really meant what he said, that is. You sigh.

After your little walk, you arrive home. You drop all your stuff on the couch and go upstairs to take a shower. As you take your shower you can’t help but think about what it would be like to have Lucien actually there with you. Your cheeks heat up at the thought. You take a deep breath and turn the water to cold, to try and cool your body down. Which suddenly seems so hot…. Including the part where you kind of want him to touch you most right now. You feel really tempted to touch yourself right now, imagining that he would be the one doing it. You shake your head to get the thought out of your head and get out of the shower. You dry your hair and wrap the other towel around yourself. You walk downstairs to check your phone. A text. And another. And a few more.

“Hey, are you home yet?”

“Where are you?”

“Please answer me!”

“I’m coming over right now!”

You sigh and rub your temples. You’re not sure what to think. You just assume he might be worried about you. You walk to your bedroom to dry yourself off further and put on your pajamas. Just as you finished dressing yourself, fate just seems to be picking on you today as your doorbell rings. You groan in frustration as you’d rather go to bed, but go downstairs to open the door.

“Hey…” Lucien says, out of breath. Looks like he ran to your home.

“Hey Prof, what’s up?” Playing innocent.

“Didn’t you get my texts?”

“I did.”

“Why did you answer? That’s so unlike you.”

“Well I was showering, so it’s kinda hard to reply then, no? And if you don’t mind I kinda want to go to bed now. I am beyond tired.”

“Oh… I see…” Lucien says with a sad smile as he hangs his head in defeat.

You were curious to see how he would reply to you playing hard to get. This wasn’t quite what you expected, to be honest.

“Honestly, shouldn’t you go to bed either? It’s kinda late.”

“Yeah but… I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day and just really wanted to be with you…” He whispers as he rubs his neck nervously, a blush creeping onto his cheeks slowly.

“I… Oh… I honestly didn’t expect that…” You say with a smile.

Before you can even realize it, he pulled you into a hug and kissed you. Passionate yet tenderly. You can’t help but give in since this is something you have wanted for a while, after all. You moan against his lips, basically trying to tell him that you want more than just a kiss. He breaks it and looks at you. In his eyes you can see happiness, sadness and something else you can’t quite make out.

“I wanted to do that for so long…” He says with a half sad half happy smile.

“Me too…” You finally admit.

“I really thought you didn’t like me, to be honest.”

“How so?” You ask, tilting your head slightly.

“I don’t know… Sometimes you kind of came across as… Cold, I guess, for lack of a better word.”

“I’m sorry. I can get quite mean when I’m stressed. I really didn’t want to make you think about me like that…”

“Ah, what does it matter now? This is what I’ve wanted forever and I finally have it.” He says with a shy smile and hugs you tighter, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“So uh… Come in I guess?” You say with a chuckle.

“I would love nothing more~” He says as he hangs up his coat on the rack and follows you into the living room.

You walk into the kitchen to make some tea. Lucien follows you like a cute happy puppy, basically. You have never seen him like that before, and it somehow amuses you.

“Would you like some tea as well?” You ask as you pour some hot water into a mug.

“I’d love that. What do you got to offer?”

“I’m taking camellia tea. You want some?”

“Sure thing.”

You pour a mug for him too and give him his mug.

“Thanks.” He says as he follows you back into the living room.

You sit down on the couch and put your mug on the little table. Then you take the remote to turn on the tv. Nothing but boring stuff.

“There’s really nothing on at this hour, huh?” He says.

“Yeah, sadly not. I guess Netflix it is then.”

“Does that mean we get to… Netflix and chill?” He asks with a sly smile as he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close.

“I… uh… I guess?” You ask as your face basically turns about 50 shades of red.

“I would love nothing more…~” Lucien says in his usual husky voice, that seems to sound even more erotic to your ears now.

“I…” You merely bring out as you hide your face in his neck in embarrassment.

“You look so beautiful like this.” He whispers into your ear, licking the shell of it and gently biting down on your earlobe, making you shiver under his touch and moan out loud.

“A-ah! Lucien!”

“That’s right sweetheart. Moan my name, just like that…” He says as he gently pushes you onto your back on the couch, hovering himself above you.

You, not being happy about the distance, wrap your arms around him and pull him closer, all the way down. Before you know it he starts attacking your neck and your ears with kisses and bites, making you moan out loud and shiver even more.

“A-ah, please… Don’t… I can’t handle this… It’s too much!” You finally manage to bring out between your gasps and moans of pure delight.

“Looks like I found your weak spots~” He coos, happy with finding it so easily.

“Ahn~ Please… I want more…” You basically beg him with your sweetest voice.

“Sure thing baby.” He says as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. You quickly take yours off as well.

“Oh my…” You say as you drink in the sight before you.

“You’re not looking bad yourself, miss.” He says with a wink as he leans forward again to start attacking your neck again, entangling his hand in yours.

“L-Lucien… Right there…” You beg him as he gently bites and licks at a spot right underneath your ear.

“Hearing you moan my name is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.” He says as his breath starts to get raspy and breathy.

He moves himself in between your legs as you open them for him and instantly you feel how very, very hard he is. And on top of that, he’s pretty damn big. Your mind starts reeling to all kinds of thoughts as to how he would feel inside of you. You’re starting to lose your patience. Gently you push him away from you.

“Something wrong, love?”

“I can’t wait anymore. I want you. Right here, right now.” You say as you move to pull your pajama pants and panties down in one pull.

“Oh my… You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” He says as starts to take off his shoes, his belt follows soon after, and then his pants and boxers in one pull.

“Give it to me. Please.” You beg him with the most erotic voice you could ever use. If that didn’t push him over the edge to ram himself into you, nothing would.

“Anything for you… but, do you got a condom?”

“I don’t but I’m on the pill. It’ll be fine. Please, just fuck my brains out. Now.”

“You’ve asked for it.” He says as he grabs your hips and instantly pushes himself in to you. He groans out in delight as you let out a loud moan.

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking big!” You whimper as you wrap your arms and legs around him to pull him as close as possible.

“Damn right I am. Does it hurt?” He asks as he tries to stop himself from basically destroying your insides as he nibbles your ear some more, just because you love that so much.

“No, it doesn’t. Please, just fuck me like there’s no tomorrow!”

“Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you later.” He says with a smirk as he smashes his lips onto yours and basically starts pounding in to you.

“Oh my god! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes! I needed this so bad! Oh fuuuuuuck, Lucien!~”

“That’s right baby, just like that… I want to hear you scream.” He says in a raspy voice as he starts to bite your shoulder, and then your neck some more as well, quickly fueling your way too soon upcoming orgasm.

“N-no! If you keep doing that I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” You whimper as he moves one of his hands to rub your clit as well.

“You’re going to… what?” He groans with a satisfied grin.

“I’m gonna… Oh god!”

“Not yet, I’m not there yet.” He growls as he increases his pace.

“P-please, I’m so goddamn close! Oh my god, Lucien~”

“Fuck, I’m gonna… Ah, [y/n]!” Lucien moans out loud as he comes, you following soon after.

“Oh my god…” You pant as you try to catch your breath.

“That… Was… Amazing…” He pants as he lays his head on your chest, kissing one of your nipples.

“Hehe, that tickles.” You chuckle.

“I love you…” Lucien finally says.

“Me too baby… But there’s one thing that bothers me.”

“What’s wrong?” He asks with a worried look on his face.

“Nothing that bad, except that I’m still horny.

He blinks a few times. Clearly he didn’t see that coming.

“So, are you up for round two?” You ask as you kiss him.

“Oh hell yes. What would you like to do?” He says as he gets off of you.

“Take me doggy style…” You say as you get on all fours on the couch, lowering your upper body down to the surface, sticking your ass up into the air for him.

“You have no idea how fucking delicious you look right now. Absolutely ravishing” He says as he gets behind you and shoves himself back in to you.

“Oooooooh fuuuuuuuuck~” You moan out loud as you feel absolute delight by being filled up again.

“Moan my name.” He demands as he pounds into you.

“Lucien~ Oh god~ Fuck, Lucien~”

“My god that sounds so nice…” He groans as he leans on top of your back, moving his hands to your breasts as he starts kneading them and pinching your nipples, all the while as he leaves love bites on your shoulders too.

“Ah, more! More! Harder, please!”

“Heh, are you sure you can handle that?”

“Fuck yes I can! Give it to me harder!” You moan in frustration.

“Alright baby, you want it, you’ll get it.” He groans as he increases his pace, if that was even possible.

“Oh my god! Lucien! Fuck yes! Oh my fucking god, YES!~”

“I’m getting close sweetheart…” He moans into your ear while licking and biting it.

“A-ah, me too! Oh god… Oh god…” You moan as you feel him move one of his hands to your clit, teasing it to push you over the edge faster.

“S-so close baby…” He says, basically he is the one sounding desperate at this point. You never thought him to be the vocal kind but here you are.

“L-Lucien… A-ah… I’m… I’m gonna… Oh god!~” You moan out loud, on the edge of screaming as you basically shatter around him.

“Oh god!” He says with a throaty growl as he releases and basically feels you tightening around him as you orgasm, basically milking him dry at this point.

“A-ah… Hah… Oh god…” You say as you collapse on to the couch. He ever so elegantly collapses on top of you.

It takes the two of you a few minutes to catch your breath as he tries to hug you in his best effort in this position.

“That. Was. Fucking. Amazing.” He finally brings out as he kisses your cheek, nuzzling your neck.

“It sure was…” You say with a deep exhale, enjoying the most beautiful afterglow you’ve ever had.

“But didn’t you just take a shower before I got here?” He says as he gets off of you, giving you space to get up.

“I did…” You say with a smug smile as you sit up right.

“But…?”

“I don’t mind taking another.” You say with a mischievous wink.

“Oh… You’re one nasty woman, hehe.” He says as he scoops you up into his arms and carries you upstairs.

And so it happened again. And some more. And then it moved to your bed. And then you overslept. Surprise, I know. But you didn’t mind. You were happier than you’ve ever been.

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alcamcat · 1 year

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Coming home Part 2

(Here is Part 1 of the fic) After his nightmare, he's nervous when he finally comes home. Will the same await him as in his dream?

Pairing: Gavin x female

Warning: NSFW – Minors DNI

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Almost nervously, Gavin opened the front door. Even though he knew it was just a dream, he couldn't help but tense up. The familiar smell filled his nostrils - home, his home - and he took a deep breath as he closed the door behind him.

Voices from the TV reached his ears, he couldn't resist taking a look in the direction of the living room while taking off his shoes. He froze. A bottle of red wine sat on the dining table and although the label was different from the one in his dream - as an agent he was damned to remember the details - the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

Then he felt relief, joy and a fair amount of excitement flow through his body. His girlfriend sat on the sofa, a glass of red wine next to her on the side table. She was wearing a baggy shirt, one that Gavin immediately recognized as his, with the top of her hot pants peeking out from under it.

Every time he came home from a mission it was a relief to see her - healthy and this time not in bed with someone else like in his dream. The long absence of her voice, her being and her body gnawed at his constitution every time without him really noticing. Only when he saw her did he feel complete.

She noticed him the moment he put his bag down on the floor next to the dining table. The joy in her eyes as she jumped to her feet and ran to him warmed his heart.

"Gavin! You're back..." He barely had time to spread his arms before her body crashed into his.

A hot pain flooded his upper body, his injuries reported, but he didn't care. He took her in his arms, kissed her head and breathed in her scent. This was his home. With his girl in his arms.

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After a hot shower she sat on the sofa again while Gavin got a beer from the fridge.

The cold liquid was comfortable in his gullet, but it was even more comfortable when he put the bottle down and lay down next to her on the sofa.

He scooted over to her and laid his head in her lap, his face turned towards her body. A position he more than enjoyed.

Seconds later he felt her hand in his hair, which was still slightly damp from the shower. Her fingertips gently scratched his scalp as she watched him in silence.

A smile crossed his face.

"Like what you see?" he teased, and the smile that curled the corners of her mouth gave him the answer before she did.

"Fishing for compliments?" she replied, grinning before her eyes fell on his bandaged upper arm. "Does it hurt a lot?" Gavin knew better than to roll his eyes, she just worried too much.

"It's just a small thing, in a day or two you won't see much of it..." he replied defensively. Before she could say anything else, he leaned forward and kissed the shirt that covered her stomach. "Being here with you works wonders".

This time she laughed, a sound he could never get enough of.

But before he could continue his flirting attempt - which he think wasn’t that bad - her phone started to vibrate. With an apologetic look, she picked up the phone he rolled his eyes.

"Yes?" Gavin could only hear the voice muffled over the phone, but his stomach knotted. Victor. Even in reality, this guy was nothing but trouble. "Of course, wait a minute, I'll send it to you again immediately." He had to hold back a whimper when she motioned for him to get off her. Still, he obeyed and she escaped his grasp as she walked to her desk and began checking something on the computer.

Gavin sat up grumpily and reached for his beer. He had just got home. Doesn't he deserve some attention? Some alone time with his girlfriend?

As he drank, he studied her silhouette. She was leaning slightly forward while typing, giving Gavin a wonderful picture of her back, her shirt had ridden up a bit revealing her hot pants and the skin underneath. Gavin felt excitement spread through him. It had been far too long since he'd felt her beneath him, covered her skin with hot kisses, and caressed every inch of her body.

When, a few minutes later, she finally ended the call and placed it next to her computer, he placed his beer on the table. She turned to him and he couldn't help but grumble unhappily.

"Doesn't your boss have a watch? Someone like him should know better than to bother his best employees after work." His girlfriend walked up to him and stopped in front of him.

"It was my fault, I forgot to send the report..." She sat on his lap, knees either side of his hips, before leaning in and kissing his cheek playfully. "Do you want to elaborate further on what you think of my boss, or do you...?"

"Or do I what?" he replied, following her lips as she pulled away. She cocked her head, he felt her hands disappear under the edge of his shirt and caress the skin above his waist.

"Or I'll show you how much I've missed you..." Her tone was a little lower than before, a stunning smile spreading across her face as she grasped the hem of his shirt and slowly pushed it up.

Well, that was a suggestion he couldn't refuse, he thought, grinning as he leaned forward and helped her pull his shirt over his head. One hand snaked around her back, the other he placed on the back of her neck before he pulled her towards him and his lips finally landed on hers.

Their tongues began to dance, her hands gently stroked his upper body, trying not to touch his injuries. Wherever she touched him, Gavin felt his skin burn. When she broke away from him, he almost whimpered, a sound that made her grin.

"What's up babe. Missed me so much?" she asked playfully and Gavin only growled in response. She didn't give him time to get active as she pulled his shirt over her head and carelessly tossed it aside. She was wearing a blue bra, his favorite bra, with lace and slightly see-through. Immediately his hand found the skin on her back and he pulled her back towards him.

"You have no idea how much..." he murmured as he left butterfly kisses on her neck and she moaned softly. "Shall I show you?"

A hum escaped her lips before her hips rolled in his lap and giggled

"I think I feel it that way too." He bit her earlobe playfully before whispering

"If you continue like this you will regret it..."

"Oh? Is that so?" she purred, turning her head to kiss him, then pulling away again. A movement that made him sigh in frustration.

"Stop always moving away," he murmured, noticing how whiny his voice sounded even in his own ears. Another giggle escaped her lips before she shifted her weight and slid backwards.

"But I wanted to show you how much I missed you," she explained in a singsong tone as she slid off his lap onto the floor between his feet.

Gavin, who actually prided himself on being able to predict how people would act, took a few seconds to understand what she was up to. Or it was her hands on his pants, pulling them down slightly and freeing his cock, that gave away her intention. He stifled a soft groan as her hand closed around his cock and for a moment he couldn't breathe enough to protest.

Her index finger expertly stroked his tip, smearing the precum before she leaned towards him. His hand ran through her hair as if by automation and he moaned softly as her tongue touched his tip.

"Babe, I..." he took a shaky breath, her gaze holding his as she leaned further forward and he watched his cock slowly disappear into her mouth. "I want to spoil you..." he started again and fell silent when he felt her tongue sliding over the underside of his cock. She held the position for a brief moment before pulling away, a soft pop sounding as his cock left the comfortable warmth of her mouth. Her hand began to move evenly on his cock as she looked up at him.

"And I want to pamper you. You're hurt, you should relax..."

More protests died on his tongue as she bent forward again, his cock once again disappearing into her warm mouth and she began sucking gently without breaking eye contact. She slowly began to move her head with her hand at a comfortable pace and Gavin grunted low.

The sight before him was magnificent. His girlfriend on her knees between his legs, her loving gaze directed at him, while his cock disappeared again and again in the warmth of her mouth, with every movement he could see her breasts jiggling slightly. Without thinking, his hands found her shoulders, tentatively stroking the straps of her bra while his breathing slowly increased.

As if he had formulated an unspoken request, her free hand disappeared behind her back. He felt her unbuckle her bra and he wasted no time in pushing her straps aside to free her breasts from the tightness of her cups. Nevertheless, the movement of her hand and her mouth - like a perfectly coordinated team - did not decrease, but rather increased. His breath hitched, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. Only when she moaned softly and the vibration hit his cock like a pleasant smack did he close his eyes and let his head fall back on the headrest.

His hands, almost helpless on her shoulders, dug into her hair. It was tempting to press her head deeper onto his cock, but he let her generate her own pace. Snarling and moaning sounds left his mouth, Gavin enjoyed the feeling of his girlfriend's mouth moving on his cock.

His cock, not someone else's.

Without wanting to, the image of his nightmare formed in front of his inner eye and he widened his eyes with a gasp. At exactly the same moment, she moved in front of him. Their eyes met, something like confusion flashing across her beautiful face before she pushed herself up on her knees. His gaze didn't leave hers as she leaned in further, kissing his belly button and once again his comprehension didn't work fast enough.

Only when the warmth of her hand disappeared and she straightened even more did he seem to understand what was happening. A heartbeat later she had positioned herself in front of him so that his cock was between her breasts. She used her hands to squeeze her breasts tightly and create a comfortable friction on his cock.

Gavin's eyes closed as the new sensation - her breasts massaging his cock - finally set his body on fire.

"I missed you so much..." she murmured tenderly, in direct contrast to her breasts, which she now moved faster with her hands. Gavin didn't manage to answer, only a grunt escaped his lips. It wasn't often that she gave him a boob job and he savored every second of it, the nightmare forgotten in the depths of his mind. While she murmured more caresses and expressions of love, his hands dug into the seat of the sofa on either side of him. He felt himself getting closer to his own climax, but even though he wanted to stop her, wanted to come together with her, he couldn't ask her to stop her agonizingly good attack on him.

His breathing became more and more ragged, he felt his body twist in a whirlpool of desire and lust, and moments later he only managed to breathe her name, like a warning, before his warm cum spurted out of his cock.

Gavin, still out of breath, managed to open his eyes just in time to see her—whose cleavage was adorned with his cum like a string of pearls—reaching her hand up as she ran her fingers over the liquid before bringing her fingertips to her lips and licking them with a flirtatious look.

Without wanting to, another growl left his lips, his arms responding before his mind could catch up and he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up against him. Her torso pressed against his as he captured her lips in a searing kiss.

"You're driving me insane..." he growled between kisses and a giggle made her body vibrate in response. When she broke the kiss and got up, he took the chance and leaned forward.

His hands cupped her waist while he let his mouth wander over her stomach. She let him be for a moment, standing in front of him, her hands resting loosely on his shoulders as he leaned towards her, trying to kiss every inch of her skin he could reach. Only when his fingers hacked into her hot pants and he pulled them down along with her panties did she wiggle her hips to help him.

His gaze fell on the triangle between her legs and he heard her moan softly as he ran his fingers up her thighs.

"Gavin, I..." her voice trailed off to a moan again, as he ran his fingertips down her slit.

"Let me taste you," his voice was low, bordering on a whimper, and he lifted his eyes to look at her. She was looking down, her eyes speaking volumes of desire as she took his hand in hers and wordlessly pulled him to his feet. He moved with her, stripping his pants off completely as he stood and letting her lead him into the bedroom.

When he saw the door, his memory kicked in again, he swallowed dryly, a sinking feeling spread in the pit of his stomach. Seconds later she pushed open the door, her bare back in his field of vision as he tried to think of something other than the feeling of seeing her naked beneath someone else. The feeling of possessiveness starting to burn through his veins, he stifled a growl as she led him to their shared bed and stopped in front of it.

As she turned to face him and her lips met his again, he tried not to follow his instinct to throw her on the bed and fuck her until his name was the only thing on her mind.

Instead, he broke the kiss, gently pushing her onto the bed and letting her slide up until her head was comfortably resting on the pillow. She looked at him as he knelt between her legs, his hands never leaving her body. His desire pulsed through him, mingling with the feeling of wanting to tag her, and he gently pushed her legs apart.

Just as he lowered his torso and his lips found the soft skin of her thigh, she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Babe, are you sure? You should rest... I don't want your injuries to get any worse...". A deep growl stopped her ridiculous attempt to stop him. He lifted his head and caught her gaze. Despite his possessiveness, his eyes were soft as they focused on what he loved most.

"Please babe. I'm dying if I can't taste you," childish - that was what best described his tone of voice and she smiled at him.

"If you're sure about that..." with a soft groan she interrupted herself, his hand had found its place between her legs and he had started gently stroking her clit.

A smile danced across his own face as he saw her close her eyes. With a hum, he leaned down to resume his work. Gentle kisses down her inner thighs made her legs tremble slightly and Gavin couldn't help but grin. It was him who made her feel this way, he was the one who would make her sing and he was determined to hear her all night long. Gavin didn't waste any more time and turned his attention to the space between her legs. His hands rested on her thighs, both to hold her legs apart and to draw warm circles on her skin.

She moaned and he saw her upper body rear up briefly as his tongue licked a long stroke over her clit. Her taste was something he would never tire of tasting. If he ever had to take one last meal it would be this taste he would want for one last time.

Humming - well aware that the vibration would arouse her further - he let his tongue dance across her slit, gently cupping her clit in between his teeth and nibbling lightly. In response, she moaned and tried to close her legs, something he wouldn't allow her to do, of course.

While his tongue continued to savor her taste, he ran a hand down her inner thigh until he began teasing her entrance with two fingers. He gently pushed a finger inside her, enjoying the moist heat before slipping in another. Her moans were music to his ears, his name falling from her lips like a prayer as he began thrusting into her in a slow rhythm.

With every thrust, every lick of his tongue, he felt the irritating memories continue to fade away until all he could think was how badly he wanted her.

Her moans grew louder but also more breathless, he felt her walls tighten around his fingers and he inserted another finger before picking up the pace. With every thrust he felt his cock rubbing against the bedclothes and he couldn't help but groan. The vibration of his voice combined with his fingers drove her over the edge.

"Gavin..." she breathed his name, so needy, so dirty that his stomach churned with need. He felt her come, felt her walls pulsate around his fingers and he slowed his movements, accompanying her orgasm with his fingers and giving her a final kiss on the clit.

When he straightened up without pulling his fingers out of her, she opened her eyes. She was breathless, her cheeks flushed and her lips slightly parted. The tip of her tongue darted out and she licked her lips, her arms rising as she reached out to him. He was only too happy to be pulled into a hug, his hand slipping out of her as he ran it up her side.

"I love you," he murmured before they fall into a passionate kiss, his forearms resting on the pillow next to her head while keeping his weight just millimeters above her body.

"I love you too." Her hands wrapped around his neck as she pulled him closer, the tip of his cock grazing her slit. He broke the kiss and looked at her. A smile was all the permission he needed as he slowly pushed himself inside her.

Despite his fingers, it felt tight, he felt her breath catch and he stopped for a second, afraid he had hurt her. But her hands around his neck pulled him down, she moaned into the kiss and her legs wrapped around his waist. "Don't stop..." she breathed needily and he smiled as he thrust the rest of his entire length into her.

He fell in a slow, steady pace, her moans rhythmic as he growled and rumbled. Her fingertips drew pictures on his back, her fingernails digging into his back muscles on particularly hard thrusts, making him growl in response. They rarely broke the kiss and then only to kiss each other's necks and nibble on them. A hand left the pillow to play with her breast, nipple hard between his fingertips.

Far too quickly, he felt her walls tighten around him, he felt his own orgasm come at an equally rapid pace. His thrusts grew harder and faster as she threw her head back and moaned loudly, his gaze never taking his eyes off her face as he felt her walls massage his cock and he was thrown over the edge. With a few final, sloppy thrusts, he filled her with his cum before pulling out of her and falling onto his back beside her.

It took a moment for both of them to catch their breath. she turned to him and rested her head on his chest, careful not to touch his injuries. He hugged her with one arm, the other - aching - stretched out on the other side.

"Welcome home..." she murmured softly and kissed his chest.

A smile spread across his face

"I'm glad to be home!" Was all he said as he closed his eyes and savored the feeling of holding his girlfriend in his arms.

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