#OCS...... WHAT WOULD WE DO WITHOUT THEM.....

[naughtyneganjdm]

Threads of Desire - Chapter 11

Summary: Finally getting to spend time with one another without interruptions, Negan and Y/N grow closer.

Characters: Negan Smith, the reader (OC), etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61111030/chapters/172401163

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Smut, Oral, Unprotected p in v, throat grabbing, praise kink, breast worship, food play, daddy kink, etc.

Notes: This is part 2 of the last chapter that I broke up, but I realized I wanted to add some extra stuff to this chapter so here it finally is. Thanks again to those that read! If you want to read the other chapters since it has been so long, be sure to check them out here.

Getting to spend time with Negan was never a bad thing, it had just been a complicated thing as of the last few years. Now with him leading Y/N into the living room, she knew that she had really no reason to feel uneasy about things, but she was nervous. Heading toward the couch, she took a seat on the edge of it. Attempting to get comfortable, she could tell that Negan was actually excited at the idea of playing a video game with her. It was obvious in the way he eagerly grabbed everything they needed in order to play. “How long has it been since you played?”

“Fuck, I’m not really sure,” he admitted with his head buried in what he was doing as he set everything up. “But it’s been a long time. I was either too busy to play or I wasn’t…” Negan paused, looking back over his shoulder at her with a shrug, “Well, I wasn’t allowed to.”

“That’s really fucking stupid,” she blurted out in frustration realizing that it was Maggie that kept him from playing. A snort escaped Negan, visibly showing that he was amused with her outburst. “I’m just saying Negan, when you are with someone, you should be able to be yourself. And if they don’t like you the way you are? Well…”

“Yeah, I’m seeing that now,” he agreed with her, huffing out and shrugging his shoulders. Thinking back on it, he really was too much of Maggie’s bitch when they were together. Crawling over toward her direction, he sat on the floor in front of the couch and propped his back up against it. Handing her over one of the video game controllers, he gave her a weak smile as she accepted it. Sliding down in beside him on the floor, she couldn’t help but be enamored with how excited he appeared to be over this whole thing. “Y’know, I really am thankful for what you did for Jordyn today. Fuck, I’m thankful for you overall with everything you’ve done for my daughter.”

“I’d pick her over anything Negan,” she declared with a firm nod when thinking about Jordyn. Negan’s hazel eyes gazed upon her with awe hearing her say those words. This wasn’t her out to win brownie points, she meant it. She loved Jordyn with every bit of her heart. “You don’t have to thank me for doing something that I would do no matter what.”

“I have kind of dropped the ball the last few years in letting you know how much I fucking appreciate you. So, allow me to do it as often as I fucking can,” Negan winked eliciting a warmth to grow into her face with the way that Negan smiled at her. “I don’t know how we got so lucky to have you in our lives.”

Swallowing down hard, her throat went dry. The endless amounts of compliments that Negan had been flooding her with over the last week were something entirely new for her. Obviously, she didn’t hate it. No, in fact? She really liked it. Probably too much.

In the background, the sound of the opening screen to his video game pulled both of their attentions toward the television. There was a silence between them while Negan set up the game until he finally spoke up in somewhat of a whisper, “Are you okay with her calling you mom? I know that’s a really big step and…”

“I don’t know,” she interrupted him, squeezing her fingers firmly around the controller that was in her hands. A lump in her throat developed at the idea of it. “I think Guy kind of put it in her head while she was at work with me. The last thing I want to do is offend you. I know I’m not her mother, so it does probably seem wrong for her to do it. I really am just okay with being me. I don’t need her forgetting Lucille or thinking I’m trying to replace Lucille in her life.”

“She will never forget Lucille. I talk about her too damn much for Jordyn to ever forget her,” Negan announced with a rumble, his head tipping back with a long sigh escaping his lips. “I just know how important you are to her and you really are the only mom she has ever known.”

Considering the things he said, she bit down on her bottom lip and huffed out, “I guess it’s really up to you and Jordyn then. All I know is that I just want that little girl happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for her. I’ve always known she was a very special little girl.”

“And she always loved you,” Negan remembered with a tiny smirk, his right eyebrow arching in amusement when he gave her a quick look. “It’s crazy to think back to when the two of you first met. She was just a cute little thing. No bigger than a loaf of bread. But the moment you held her? She knew that you were her safe person. I saw it. Lucille saw it. The two of you had an immediate bond.”

“I don’t know why because I wasn’t even comfortable with myself back then,” she alerted Negan with a half smirk, getting into a more relaxed position beside him. “I just remember thinking she was the cutest thing. The way she would smile up at me. You and Lucille made one hell of a cute kid.”

“We sure did,” he agreed with her, giving her a wink and looking toward the stairs where he knew Jordyn’s room was. “I owe you for her turning out as good as she did. I think if you weren’t in her life, things would have turned out very differently. I wasn’t always the best father, y’know?”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” she dismissed his worries recognizing that he was just broken hearted when things fell apart for him. “Even in your darkest times, you were a good dad. I know it may feel like you weren’t, but you loved your daughter. And she loved you. I think she was the one thing keeping you from leaving this world.”

“Not the only thing,” Negan exhaled, his eyes gradually turning to stare out at her with his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat. “I’m just glad she had you as an influence in her life. Maggie has been good to her, but she’s just…”

“I get it,” she didn’t need Negan to slam Maggie in order to make her feel better in the moment. “Maggie can be a little Maggie centric sometimes and not see beyond herself. I think she’ll eventually make a good mother, but she’s just not ready for that yet.”

“Wow, that was incredibly fucking nice of you to say,” his nose wrinkled in amusement with her stealing a quick look over at him. “After everything she has done to you? You still have something nice to say about her?”

“I just told you that she was self-centered and immature,” she noted, tipping her head to the side getting the smallest of laughs from Negan who shook his head. “I’m not sure how that was nice.”

“You just said that she would make a good mother,” Negan reminded her of what he heard causing Y/N to let out a long sigh. “It’s just fucking strange to hear that. If I were you, I would trash talk Maggie every chance I got.”

“I think Maggie is capable of being a good person when she finds something that makes her happy,” Y/N rambled on, looking toward the screen to see that Negan was putting them on the same team at first for their game. Bobbing his head about, Negan was dramatic in the way that he responded. “You don’t understand, I know a Maggie that you don’t. I grew up with Maggie. I know a part of Maggie that might not be prevalent right now, but she’s in there somewhere. There is a reason I stayed loyal for so long.”

“I thought it was because of her dad,” he pointed out, shifting beside her and adjusting so that they would be able to play together in a more relaxed manner.

“It’s a mix of things. My promise to her dad, my low self-esteem and the fact that I did love Maggie growing up. For a long time, all we had was each other. And I understand why she is the way she is. Life was always hard on Maggie growing up. Until we were older, I was always doing significantly better than she was in school and other things. I didn’t have a family and her family just took me in. Her dad was rough on her. It took a long time for her to see the good in him whereas he was always really good to me. I see why she has the want to be better than me and treat me the way she does. It doesn’t mean I have to like it though,” she admitted forcing herself to look toward the screen again as the game loaded up. “I also don’t have to forgive her for it either. I think when certain people are given money and power they forget themselves.”

“Why do you continue to see the good in people when all they’ve shown you is the negative?” he wondered, his face scrunching up in disbelief with the game starting and them playing like it was second nature. It was funny, it had been years since they had done this, but it was like a bike and it brought back memories of the nights they would stay up for hours playing together. “You forgive and forget too easily.”

“I never forget, I just want to see the best in people. I haven’t been doing a great job of that lately. I was too angry for so long and I let it eat away at me,” she alerted him, feeling guilty that she let so much negativity build up inside of her over the last few years. “I don’t think Maggie and I will ever be as close as we once were. There is too much that happened.”

“You need to start doing things for you and not everyone around you,” he lectured her with a grunt while they continued to play together. Smirking, she gave him a quick look and thought about how much she gave up for him in the past. So it was strange to hear him say that. “If you want to work at Vixen and it makes you happy, fucking do it. If you want to chew Maggie out, fucking do it. If you want someone…”

“Fucking do them?” she finished for him, stealing a quick glance realizing that she brought forth a big smile across his handsome features. “I thought that might be where that was headed.”

“I mean, I wasn’t going there completely, but something like that,” he snickered, shaking his head in the process. Keeping his attention locked on the screen, he huffed out loud and cleared his throat. “You should have never let Maggie bulldoze you like you have. I don’t know why you put up with that for so long. You should have put her in her place a long time ago.”

“I should have done a lot of things a long time ago,” she admitted with a smirk hearing Negan grunting out when he wasn’t doing the best at the game. “I think it’s been too long for you old man.”

“Don’t call me that,” he grunted, nudging her firmly with his shoulder eliciting an amused laugh from her throat. “That’s just mean. I’m not bad, I’m just unpracticed and distracted.”

Starting to focus on the game, they grew quiet so Negan didn’t make a fool of himself. It was nice just to be able to turn off her brain for a while and distract herself. Really? It’d been a long time since she played video games too, so it was kind of a blast from the past. Time really never allowed her to have fun or do something like this.

Thinking back on her conversation with Guy earlier, she remembered him saying that the person that she was meant to be with, the person that should have her heart was the one that would accept her. All of her. Even the bad parts. And they should support her regardless.

“I’ve actually been thinking about something and I want to run it by you,” she started, clearing her throat uneasily with Negan giving her a quick glance, but focusing back on the game they were playing. “I think Vixen has been entirely too stressful for me. And I really shouldn’t be there when it comes to Maggie. I don’t think we’ll be able to work together. And I know you were offering me the job with you on the film, but…” she paused, she was lying, but she wanted to test what Negan’s reaction would be. “I was thinking of starting a food blog. Going around the city blogging about some of the best spots. Maybe doing recipes and recording them on my own. What do you think?”

“If that’s what you want to do, I think that’s awesome,” he responded with a tip of his head, not reacting much to her confession. “I have a few friends around town that own some restaurants. I can help you get started with them. And I have a nice kitchen if you want to film here. I know you are good with the whole filming aspect, but I can hook you up with some equipment if that’s really what you’re interested in doing.”

“Just like that?” she was amused that he was willing to be helpful toward something she only just threw on him. “You wouldn’t be mad at me for deciding to give up on both fashion design and the job you offered me?”

“I want you to be happy Y/N,” Negan lowered the controller showing that he really didn’t care in the moment about the game. Shaking his head, his face scrunched up and he sighed. “Whatever you do with your life. Whatever journey is best for you, I support you. And I want to be here to help you through it and cheer you on. It’s what I should have been doing this whole time.”

Setting the controller down beside her, she leaned over and stole a kiss from Negan’s lips causing him to smile when she pulled back, “What was that for?”

“That was a good answer,” she replied back with a shrug of her shoulders. Doing as she had before, Negan leaned in to press a few faint kisses over her lips before humming. “I didn’t…I don’t really want to start a food blog. I just wanted to test what you would say. If you would support me.”

“So that was a test?” he confirmed with an arch of his brow, his thumb reaching up to drag along her bottom lip. In the background he could hear that they had been killed in the game while they were distracted with one another. “Well, my answer would remain the same regardless. Vixen, film, blogging, whatever…”

“That makes me happy to hear,” she kissed at the pad of his thumb, a chill flooding down her spine that he was saying all the right things. Palming in over the side of her face, Negan brought them together to share a more passionate kiss between them, but the only problem? It kind of hurt from the punch that Maggie had delivered earlier in the day. Wincing, she pulled back and Negan looked worried. “Sorry, it’s just the whole nose thing.”

“Damn, I’m sorry,” Negan grumbled only for her to meet him in another kiss that had him smiling against her lips when she slightly pulled back. “I thought your nose hurt.”

“Eh, it’s worth the pain,” she commented with a hum when he peppered a few more kisses against her bottom lip. After a moment, she pulled herself back into position for them to start playing the game again. Out of the corner of her eye, she could tell that Negan was still staring out at her. With a deep rumble of a sound, he returned to the original position he was in so they could start back up. This time they were on opposite teams and Negan was continuously getting frustrated every time she one upped him. “You really do need to play more often.”

“Come on,” Negan grunted, his hand reaching out to cover her eyes causing her to gasp out. Shoving into his shoulder had him bursting out in laughter while they continued to play. Eventually Negan got back into the swing of things and he was always better at games than she was. After a while, Negan finally spoke up. “I wish you would have kissed me all those years ago. Part of me wishes I would have gotten over the whole professor thing. So I could have bent you over my desk and fucked you senseless.”

“Romantic,” she scoffed causing him to burst out in laughter at her response. Really, she wasn’t offended, but rather more so amused. Both of them were laughing and that was nice instead of being uncomfortable. “You could have. I would have loved it. In fact, I pictured it many…many times”

“Yeah?” he paused the game, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat with him dragging his tongue out over his bottom lip. “Tell me about this fantasy of yours.”

“I told you some of it already. I always wanted you to be dominant with me. I wanted to suck your cock so bad. Have you bend me over your desk, spank me. Then just absolutely destroy my pussy,” she went hot realizing that she actually said what she was thinking and it seemed to impress Negan. “As wrong as it is, I always got off to the idea of you coming inside of me. Just completely making me yours. You always brought out the worst of my daddy kink back then too.”

“Worst? Sounds pretty good to me,” he hummed, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip in a seductive sweep. “So you want to call me daddy, have me spank you, pound your pussy and come inside of you? It sounds doable. You can just pretend to be my student again and it’s a very obtainable fantasy. One I would fucking love to live out for you.”

“Jesus,” she tugged at the shirt he had given her, insinuating that she was getting heated. “We need to dial it back.”

With a laugh, he lowered his head and she felt her heart skip a beat with the way that he looked, “I would have allowed you to do anything you wanted with me back then.”

“Why?” Negan stammered, a muscle in his jaw flexing when they went from playful to almost serious. “I mean, I know I’m fucking good looking. That’s an immediate…”

“Geez,” she rolled her eyes at his arrogance and his deep rumble of a laugh followed after. “Yeah, you were very good looking. There is something about the dimples and what you’re capable of with them, but…I don’t know? I was very much charmed by you. And then when I saw you were a good father? Shit, I was swooning. Good looking? Charming? Funny? Family man? Great father? You were the total package for me. But I already told you all of this yesterday.”

“You know, I loved spending time with you,” Negan sighed, turning his head slightly drawing her attention this time so that their eyes connected. “I knew you were the teacher’s pet wanting my attention and at first I thought it was cute. But I could have talked to you for hours. It wasn’t like you just listened to me talk forever, we actually had conversations. Conversations I looked forward to. And if you didn’t agree with me, you weren’t afraid to put me in my place. I know you call Daryl and Maggie your best friends, but I think you were mine. I think you may have been the only real friend I’ve ever had.”

“Well, you’re kind of an asshole, so I can see why,” she teased him, reaching out to poke him in the ribs. Snorting, Negan’s nose wrinkled and he waved her off when she took a serious moment and made a joke out of it. “You are a little hard on people. Not many people can take your attitude or your smartass responses.”

“Yeah, but I was so fucking stupid,” he frowned, waving the controller about with his hand. “I’ve been thinking about everything and I can’t believe I let the stuff with Maggie happen. I was so smitten with you. When I was going through everything, I looked forward to every time you touched me. You were the only person that could calm me in my darkest times. There was something you did when I was losing focus where you’d…”

Turning toward him, she outstretched her hand to stroke her fingers down over the side of his face before up again. Brushing her fingers into his dark hair had his breathing growing broken. Leaning into her touch, his long eyelashes fluttered to a close. Lifting his free hand, he pressed it in against hers and rubbed his cheek in against her palm.

“You have the touch,” he breathed out, his eyes slowly opening with her still sweeping her thumb in over the side of his face. Hooking his fingers with hers, he brought her hand up to deposit a faint kiss over the back of it. “Do you remember when we used to dance?”

“I do. That was another thing that had me absolutely falling at your feet,” she recalled, a smirk tugging at her lips. “I couldn’t believe someone like you knew how to dance. You’d turn the radio on and then just grab me. It was cute.”

“You can thank my mama for those skills,” he teased her, grumbling to himself as he stood up from the ground and set aside the controller to the video game. Heading over toward an area of the living room, he put some music on causing her to smile. Approaching her again, he stood before her and held his hand out to her. “Dance with me.”

“You’re kidding,” she snickered, pointing toward the television. “What about the video game? What about Jordyn? Isn’t the music too loud?”

“It’s not that loud. And the video game? We’ll get back to it,” he dismissed, extending his hand out further toward her. Accepting his hand had him pulling her carefully up to her feet. When she was steady on her feet, he hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her in close to him while his hand hooked with hers. Nuzzling his nose in against the side of her neck, Negan sighed and started to slow dance with her. “You really were the best thing that happened to me beyond Lucille and Jordyn. I was such an idiot.”

“You can’t go back,” she hushed him, swallowing down the lump that was developing in her throat. “I think you were happy with your life and I feel bad that I somehow ruined that for you. Maggie was perfect in your eyes and then I lost it the other night…”

“You finally told the truth,” Negan reminded her, his head tipping back enough to stare out at her. “I should have been put in my place a long time ago. What the two of us had building was an actual romance. Then I got blinded by …”

“Stop…” she reached up to place her fingers in over Negan’s lips drawing out a long exhale from him. “I don’t want to do this again. I don’t want to talk about the past. I’m done with it.”

“Fine then,” he pouted for a second, but then motioned her to wait. Heading back, he put another song on that made her smirk when she heard the tune begin. Moving back to her, Negan held his hand out toward her and she shook her head. “What is it?”

“What is it with you and eighties love ballads?” she stammered, taking his hand in hers again with him pulling her in closer to him. “Whenever you would turn something like this on when I was younger, I was certain you were about to sweep me off my feet. You were the only man that could make my heart flip flop just by a look that…”

Swallowing down hard, she realized that he was looking at her the way that she was mentioning and she had to force herself to look away, “I thought the song fit in the moment. And it’s Madonna…”

“Do you really think people would assume you knew Madonna when you’re a classic rock man?” she retorted with the sensation of Negan’s hand dropping down in over the small of her back. A gasp fell from her throat with the way his body moved in against hers. “I just think…”

“You’re talking too much,” he silenced her, shaking his head. A weak smile tugged at his handsome features with his hand squeezing firmly around hers. “Listen to the lyrics. You know this song, right?”

“Crazy for you,” she responded, a chill running down her spine with the way that Negan’s dimples became more prominent with the single nod he gave her. Truthfully? It was hard to look at him this close with that song on in the background.

Can't you feel the weight of my stare? You're so close but still a world away. What I'm dying to say, is that…

“I’m crazy for you. Touch me once and you’ll know it’s true. I never wanted anyone like this,” Negan mouthed the lyrics to the song causing a breath to catch in her throat. “It’s all brand new. You’ll feel it in my kiss. I’m crazy for you.”

A moment later Negan was dipping her down having her clinging tightly to him and it made him smile. Pulling her back up toward him, his hand helped urge her to move the way he wanted her to. Spinning her around as the song continued took her breath away. By the time the chorus returned, she could actually hear Negan faintly singing the words. Truthfully? He wasn’t much of a singer with his raspy voice, but fuck, he had her swooning hearing it.

Another dip had her arm hooking around his shoulders and by the time he brought her back up to him, his nose nuzzled in against hers. Even though it did hurt to a sense, she was lost in the moment. The warmth of his breath lingered over her lips sending chills throughout her entire body this time.

“We should really get back to that video game,” she went to pull away from him, turning toward the television. Gasping out, she felt him grabbing a firm hold of her arm. Turning her back to him, his left hand pressed in over the side of her neck with his thumb sweeping in over her jawline. How he was looking at her took her breath away. A chill flooded through her veins with her heart hammering inside of her chest. Stealing a passionate kiss from her lips, Negan took his time to cherish the warmth of her against him. Tipping his head to the side allowed him to deepen the kiss by brushing his tongue out between her parted lips. Sinking her fingers into his hair, she knew that she was hooked on him. One kiss was all it took to have her falling deeper into this whole thing. Teasing feather like kisses over her bottom lip had her stepping up on her toes eager to be closer to him. “Negan…”

“I had the worst blinders on, but today? Seeing you with my daughter?” he muttered with his words warm against her lips. Cupping her face tenderly in his hands, he gave a half-smile and then shook his head. “I’m fucking crazy about you. How you are with Jordyn? It’s how things are meant to be. Something has felt off for the last few years and…I know what it is. I was meant to be with you.”

“I don’t…” she started, her words coming to a halt with his lips pressing up against hers bringing her to a sweet surrender. Tipping up on her toes, she kissed him back with all the strength she could muster up. She didn’t know why she was fighting this so hard. This was everything she wanted to hear and feel when it came to Negan. Kiss after kiss had her loosening up in his arms with his right hand trailing down the lengths of her back. It felt good to be touched and seen by him like this. Dropping his hands, he started to undo the buttons of the shirt that he had given her to cover up with. Watching him had her breathing growing broken. Once the material was separated, his palms slid in over her sides tracing up over the lengths of them. Dragging the rough pads of his fingertips against her ribcage had her lips parting, a tremoring breath falling from her.

“You are so beautiful,” he slurred, his mouth pressing wet kisses in over the side of her neck. Stepping forward had her taking a step backwards toward the couch. Stumbling backwards had him catching her with him laughing against her lips when he kissed her again. Instead of focusing on her faux pas, her hands reached for the bottom of the white tank top that he was wearing. Together they managed to pull it up the length of his slender torso before he lifted his arms to allow her to take it off him and toss it aside. Gazing upon his body sent chills down her spine. Really, she was attracted to Negan in every way possible. Dragging her hand in over the center of his chest had his long eyelashes fluttering. His breathing had grown louder and he stood before her allowing her to touch him. Flattening her palm out over his body, she dragged it down over his abdomen and then back up again. Sucking in a sharp breath of air, Negan’s eyes closed tightly with her caressing over his body and taking in all of him. Gradually, his eyes opened and he gave her a wicked smirk. “You’re kind of a klutz, but I like it.”

The sound of her phone ringing caused the both of them to jump. Rolling her eyes, she motioned him to wait and headed for her phone. Turning it off, she didn’t care who was trying to contact her. Right now? She didn’t want anyone to interrupt her time with Negan.

Rubbing her hands together, she could feel her heart hammering inside of her chest. Negan’s breathing was heavy, drawing attention to the v-line at his hips which only had her heart hammering harder inside of her chest, “Do you have any ice cream? I suddenly just got incredibly hot.”

“Yeah, I have some ice cream,” he wiggled his finger, motioning her to follow him over toward the kitchen. Directing her to grab a spoon, he headed for the freezer and pulled out a pint of ice cream for them. Getting the lid off, he handed it over to her for her to eye over the ice cream. “It’s chocolate chip. Kind of boring, but it should help.”

Accepting the ice cream, she dug the spoon in and got a small scoop of it for herself. Taking a few bites of it, she handed it over to him and allowed him to share it with her. Moving in beside her, Negan leaned forward on the counter of the island in his kitchen and hummed at the taste of it, “Even with it being winter, nothing hits quite as well as ice cream does.”

“It’s one of the better snacks,” she agreed with him, smirking when he handed her back the container. There was still a chill running through her veins with what they had just started in the living room. Negan was shirtless beside her and she still was wearing his shirt that was opened in the front revealing her bra. “Do you regret breaking up with Maggie?”

“Uh-uh,” he shook his head, taking the container of ice cream from her to steal a few big bites for himself. Speaking with a mouthful of ice cream, his hazel eyes gazed upon her and he smiled. “I think it was ultimately the best decision I could have made. My life was going to remain at an unhappy standstill otherwise.”

Giving him a small nod, she knew that she could have easily told Negan about Maggie cheating on him now that they were broken up, but she decided not to. Gasping out, she felt the cool liquid from the melting ice cream dripping from the spoon and sliding down over her chin, over her neck and toward the center of her chest.

“You missed your mouth entirely,” Negan teased, his nose wrinkling in amusement with him setting the container down on the counter. Looking over his shoulder for a paper towel, he huffed when he saw they were empty. Tipping down, he dragged his tongue across the side of her face to lap at the melted ice cream. Humming out, he heard her breathing growing louder with him snickering against her flesh. “Still tasty.”

“You’re something else, you know that?” she reached for the container, closing the distance between the two of them. Grabbing a spoonful of the ice cream, she tipped the spoon and allowed it to drizzle down over his chest toward his abdomen. Gasping out, he sucked in a sharp breath with it slowly dripping down over his body. There was a smirk over her lips and he wondered if he brought out the naughty side of her with what he had done. Swallowing down hard, he felt her backing him into the corner of the cabinets. What she was doing was being dominant with him and he liked it. Setting aside the container, she bent down and started pressing wet kisses over the center of his chest. Bracing his hands out over the counter, Negan exhaled loudly enjoying the way it felt with her tongue dragging out against his flesh. “You drive me crazy.”

Drawing a long line down over his abdomen with her tongue had his fingers squeezing tighter around the counter, “In all the right ways, I hope.”

“They might be the right ways, but I don’t know how good they are,” she nibbled at the flesh that was right beneath his belly button. Negan’s eyes were hooked on her, not wanting to miss a thing. Starting to work open his belt, she was quick in the way that she got the material apart. It impressed him how eager she seemed to be in the moment. Taking no time, she pulled his hips forward to tug at his pants working to undo them as well. Groaning out, Negan felt a fire growing inside of him with the way she was taking control of the situation. Tugging at his pants had them pooling around his ankles and he felt a breath catching in his throat. Squeezing his fingers tightly around the edge of the counter, he tipped his head down to watch her. Unhurriedly, she kissed at the area under his bellybutton focusing on the soft flesh that was there. Each kiss started to lower with her kissing at his hip over the material of his boxer briefs.  By the time she got to his inner thigh, he was a fucking mess but he was doing everything he could to hold it together. Locking her eyes with his, she hovered her mouth in over his manhood. The contrast from the cool air surrounding them with the warmth of her breath had him growling out. What she wanted to do was drive him crazy with desire, and it was working. From where she was on her knees in front of him, it allowed her to appreciate the lengths of his body along with the way he was hungrily staring down at her. Starting to press hot, open mouthed kisses over his member through the material of his boxer briefs had an uncontrollable moan escaping him. As of late? Sex had just been sex for Negan. Something that he enjoyed, but this? This was a moment, a spectacle for him. Something that felt special. Dropping his hand down, he caressed in over the back of her head wanting to show his appreciation for the ways she was making him feel. Humming out, his head tipped back as her tender kisses focused over the tip of his growing erection. A low rumble of a groan escaped his throat and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “All I can think about is doing naughty things to you any time I’m around you.”

Growling out, his hips bounced up toward her giving her the approval that she needed to know that this was okay. Balancing herself better on her knees, she lifted just enough to hook her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs. Tugging at the material had him sucking in a sharp breath of air, helping to define the hard lines of his abdomen. Getting them down to his thighs had his semi erect cock bouncing before her causing her mouth to go dry at the sight. It was nice to know that she was able to physically affect him in this way. Loosely wrapping her fingers around the thick shaft, she took her time to stroke over his sensitive flesh in unhurried, torturous movements. Releasing his body confused him until she reached for the ice cream eliciting him to let out an amused rumble of a sound. Tipping the container had some of the melted ice cream dripping down over the center of Negan’s lower abdomen. It slid down over his groin and to the base of his cock causing his body to involuntarily bounce forward.

“That’s still cold you know,” he alerted her with a growl, drawing forth a wicked smirk over her features. This wasn’t how he expected them to be using the ice cream he grabbed for them, but he liked it. Gasping out, he bit down on his bottom lip as her tongue dragged a long line over his lower abdomen where the taste of the ice cream still lingered. Haphazardly putting the container back on the counter, she was eager to take his cock into her mouth. The most delicious sounding moan escaped him from the contrast of the cool from the ice cream around his sensitive flesh. Bouncing his hips forward, he panted and knew that he was already getting too worked up. With each flick of her tongue, she felt him growing harder inside of her throat. The vanilla taste lingered at his flesh with his fingers sinking into her hair. Helping to lead her movements over his now rigid flesh had him licking his lips. Watching the way she seemed to enjoy pleasuring him only turned him on more and enhanced the sensation of everything for him. A moan escaped her, causing it to vibrate against his cock and he groaned out.

Realistically, he would have loved her to continue to give him a blowjob. It felt amazing and she was visibly enjoying herself, but he had his mind set on something else.

“Okay,” he muttered breathlessly, hooking his fingers into her hair tightly to persuade her to pull her mouth away from his body. With a wet sound, she obeyed, but she continued to press kisses near the underside of his manhood where the tip met the shaft. Rolling his eyes back to a close, he released another muted moan realizing that she knew only too well how much he enjoyed what she was doing. “While I do love your blowjobs, I’d like for us to focus on something else.”

Pulling her up from the ground, he led her toward the island at the center of his kitchen. Pressing her in against it had her gasping out as their eyes locked. Sweeping his fingers under the material of the shirt he had given her helped to push it down her arms. Sure, he could have rushed in the moment, but he liked the way the slowness of everything seemed to cause her to tremor. This was something she wanted so badly and the closeness of him had her body reacting to him in ways that sent chills throughout his veins. The sound of the shirt hitting the ground made an arrogant smile press in over his features. Hovering his lips in over hers, he teased her with the idea of kissing her. By her breathing alone, he knew that she was in the palm of his hand right there in that moment.

Back when she told him that she would have done anything for him, anything at all that he wanted, he knew right then and there it was true. There was something in the way that she looked at him that took his breath away. Covering his mouth with hers, he finally rewarded her with the kiss that she had been longing for. Curling his fingers around the back of her neck, Negan wanted to focus on making her feel good. Give her an experience that he knew that she had longed for. Brushing his tongue faintly in over hers made him smile when he pulled away from the kiss because the taste of the ice cream still lingered, “You taste very sweet.”

Taking a moment to gaze upon her body had his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat. Even though there was a dirty side to her, there was something about her that was so innocent. Maybe it was in the way she seemed to be nervous around him, but it just enamored him even more. He found it charming the way she reacted to him. Sweeping his thumbs down over her shoulders toward her collarbones caused her to shudder. It had been a long time since he had this kind of effect on someone. Stepping closer had her straightening up against him with him reaching around her. Dragging his fingertips up the lengths of her back, he kept his eyes locked with hers. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing growing louder when he found the clip at the back of her bra. Working to get it open, he allowed the material to fall down her arms. Having her like this was something he had had missed out on for so long. No one reacted to him or looked at him like she did. Stealing a look between them made him smile with the way her breasts bounced after he got the material from her body. The way he looked at her and ate her alive with his stare sent a chill throughout her veins.

Lifting her up, he had her sit on the edge of the counter when he reached for the ice cream. Bracing her hands behind her, she allowed Negan to pour it down over the center of her chest. It was still cool to the touch providing a contrast to the warmth of her skin. Sucking in a sharp breath of air, she felt his lips covering her collarbone. The rough hairs of his short beard tickled at her flesh as his kisses lowered down between the valley of her breasts. Kissing down toward her navel, he extended his tongue out and dragged a long line up over the length of her torso to collect the taste of the melted ice cream over his tongue. Humming, he met her lips in a kiss that had her purring out against it.

“You are the perfect sweet treat,” he grumbled against her lips, reaching out to dip his finger into the ice cream. Circling over her nipple had her back arching closer to him with the cool sensation. Hovering his lips over hers, Negan snickered with the sounds she made while he drew shapes over her body. What he was doing was drawing this out, causing her yearning to grow. “I really am a fan of your breasts.”

“I never noticed,” she replied back in a sarcastic manner making the both of them laugh. Over the last week, he was pretty sure he made it very clear how much he loved her breasts.

Lowering his head, he extended his tongue out, teasing the tip of it faintly over her nipple. Sucking in sharply, she watched him as he took his time to let each movement of his tongue over the small bud grow harder. Circling over the sensitive flesh, he then took it into his mouth and suckled at the skin. Groaning out against her body, he felt her fingers tracing up over the back of his neck into his hair to tug at it. Having Negan pampering her and being in awe of her breasts was thrilling in a way. A wet popping sound filled the air when Negan pulled his mouth from her breast. Placing his hand in over the center of her chest, he led her to lay back against the island. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he swallowed down hard and flattened his palm out over the center of her chest. Unhurriedly, he dragged his hand down over her body evoking her breathing to grow louder. Even though he knew he shouldn’t have been, he was comparing Maggie and Y/N in his head. Maggie used him like he was a machine, she didn’t tremor against his touch. She didn’t seem drunk off him in any fashion. She just used him for pleasure when they were together. Whereas with Y/N? She yearned for each touch. There was passion and affection in her eyes. Awe flooded her features over him. There was no questioning that Y/N was head over heels for him. Every touch affected her and it took his breath away. Hooking his fingers into her pants, he made sure to take her panties down with the movement when he got them down her legs. Dropping the material, he realized that leaving their clothes all over the kitchen probably wasn’t the best idea, but he didn’t give a fuck. “You are perfect in every way imaginable.”

Grasping at her hips, he dragged his hands down over the outside of her body and when he reached her thighs, he gave them a firm squeeze, “Tonight, you’re mine. Do you understand that?”

Nodding her head, she licked her lips. Keeping her eyes locked on his, her head tipped back when the warmth of his fingertips traced a long line up over the length of her sex before down again, “No more just fooling around. No more interruptions. I am yours and you are mine.”

Inserting a single finger into the warmth of her body had her whimpering out, but she bit down on her bottom lip to try to stay quiet. Carefully covering her body with his, he hovered his mouth just over hers. A wicked smirk tugged at his handsome features with him easing his finger in and out of her very slowly.

“Tell me that you are mine,” he slurred, leaving tiny kisses over her bottom lip. A rush flooded through her veins, with her eyes closing as he started to pepper kisses over the side of her face toward her jawline. “It’s what you want, right? To be mine?”

“Yes,” she panted, purring out when she felt him insert a second finger. Nothing about this was rushed and he was taking his time wanting to work her up to that pleasure point where she was entirely ready for him.

“Say it,” he grunted, depositing tiny bites with hot opened mouth kisses over the side of her neck. “Say that you are mine.”

“I’m yours,” she did as he asked, swallowing down hard with her fingers caressing through the thick tresses of his hair. The thrusts of his fingers were slow and steady, with him hitting just the right spots inside of her. Part of him yearned to kiss her, but there was something he wanted out of her. With his free hand, he curled his fingers loosely around the base of her neck. “I belong to you. I belong to Negan.”

“Good girl,” he complimented her with a big smile, rewarding her with kiss after kiss. Dragging his mouth down over the side of her neck, toward her collarbone and down over her chest left him kissing at her breasts drawing quiet moans from her lips. What he loved about fooling around with Y/N was that she was so reactive to every touch. But what was disappointing was that he knew she was holding back because she was afraid that Jordyn was sleeping upstairs and could possibly hear them. “You can be a little louder. We’re not right underneath her here.”

“Are you sure?” she panted with his tongue swirling around her nipple bringing it to a hard bud. Gently suckling at the flesh had her head tipping back with her purring out his name.

“Oh, I’m sure,” he insisted, releasing her throat and dragging his fingers from her body. Pulling her to the edge of the counter again, he lowered down to start pressing kisses over the inside of her thigh. This wasn’t the first time that Negan pleasured her, but each time she was riddled with both excitement and nervousness. The warmth of his mouth covered her body and she licked her lips, arching her back up toward him. Hot kisses were pressed over her sensitive folds until faint flicks of his tongue against the length of her sex followed. One thing was for certain, Negan had no problem pleasuring someone and he made that very clear. Each kiss, drag of his tongue…they were meticulous with him watching her reactions wanting to see how he affected her with everything that he did. Long, languid strokes of his tongue over her body had her clinging to the sides of the island. Curling her fingers tighter around it, she felt his mouth surrounding her clitoris sucking at the sensitive flesh. Pulling away with a wet sound had her heart hammering in her chest with Negan hooking his arms under her thighs again to bring her closer to him. “We don’t want to wear you out early.”

Lifting her head, she watched his fingers wrap around his erection bringing attention to the swollen tip. What he was doing was making sure that his body was ready for her. How she watched him caused his heart rate to increase and he smiled, “Do you like what you see?”

“You know I do,” she retorted with a sigh, her body tensing up when he stepped in closer to her. “You’re arrogant though, so you need to hear it.”

“You’re not wrong,” he snorted, noticing that she was slowly becoming a shaking mess as he started to drag the swollen tip from her clit down to her entrance. Instinctively, her hips arched up, eager to have him causing him to release a very arrogant rumble of a sound. Swallowing down, he tapped the head of his cock against her body having her humming out, making almost an impatient sound.

“Look at me,” he demanded, bracing his left hand on the counter while his right continued to tease his manhood in over her body. Pressing in over her, he shook his head and gave her a weak smile realizing that she was very ill at ease. “Is this what you want?”

“I’m just afraid you’ll realize that I’m not…what you want,” she muttered knowing that he had given everything up with his previous relationship for this. “And I’ve wanted this for so long that…”

“Don’t worry about that,” he shook his head, silencing her fears as he pressed his forehead in against hers. “You are everything I want and more. Let’s just hope it’s everything you ever dreamt of.”

Starting to leave tiny kisses over her lips, he wanted to leave her comfortable while he whispered exactly the things that she would want to hear, “You are so fucking beautiful.”

Meeting his kisses, she did find herself more relaxed with each thing he said to her. This wasn’t the first time she had sex, hell, this wasn’t even the first time that he would have been inside of her, but she was anxious. And he was picking up on that, trying to calm her. Wincing, she felt him lining up his body with her entrance and pushing his hips forward. A low rumble of a moan filled the air when he entered her with her body slowly allowing him to sink his length into her tight canal. Negan was thick and it stretched her in ways that she wasn’t exactly used to. Sinking her fingers into his hair had him growling out against her bottom lip. This had been something that he had longed for since he got the tiniest taste of it back when they did what they had at her apartment. Nibbling at her flesh, he started to kiss her consistently. Moaning against her lips, he looked down between them watching his body sink into hers. Unlike last time, he didn’t want to miss out on the moment. Pressing his forehead to hers, his eyelids were heavy and he felt her arms wrapping loosely around his shoulders. There was a full, aching feeling with him rolling his hips, allowing more of him to enter her. Arching up toward him caused a deep rumble to fall from his throat with him cuddling his head in closer to hers.

Finally bottoming out inside of her had her nails biting faintly at his skin, a moan escaping him at the warmth of her tight body clinging to his cock. Panting, he took the time to appreciate the sensation. Even when they started to have sex back at her apartment days ago, it wasn’t like this. There wasn’t that connection that was there now. Back then there was an apprehension, but now? This was something they both wanted. The soft scratching at his shoulders had him moaning out, dropping his head down to press wet kisses over her jawline. Beneath him, he heard her purring out his name and he pressed in closer to her.

Pulling his hips back, he unhurriedly thrust forward drawing out a gasp from her lips. Each movement had the same reaction. Behind heavy eyelids, Negan braced himself and started to kiss her repeatedly. Steadily he moved over her, cherishing the moment. A shuddering breath fell from his parted lips with the way her hand dragged down over the side of his face. Turning into her touch, Negan pressed a lingering kiss over the center of her palm with his movements coming to a halt.

Stroking her fingers through his hair had the awe in his eyes growing stronger. There was an ache in her body with his lack of movement, but she liked it. Like this, she felt like she was entirely his. This was the closest they had ever been with one another and it was more so passionate. Less sexual with the two of them just touching one another.

“You take my breath away,” he muttered, stealing another kiss from her lips. Hearing that made her happy and brought forth a smile that had his heart hammering inside of his chest. He meant every word. For the both of them? It felt like the room was spinning around them. Starting to move his hips, he made sure that each movement was slow, drawn out. Focusing on her was what was important for him right now, not wanting to miss out on how she looked beneath him. The pleasure that flooded into her features only fueled him more. Peppering kiss after kiss over her lips had her fingers sliding up over his neck to sink into his hair. Progressively, his thrusts grew faster with his breathing uneven.

“Negan,” she whimpered in his ear, pressing kisses down over his earlobe with his hips bucking up against hers harder. Adjusting his body had her gasping out with him grabbing a hold of her wrists to place them above her head against the countertop. Pausing his movements, he hooked his fingers firmly with hers and teased her with the idea of his kisses. “You’re an absolute tease.”

“Mhmm…” he snickered, nipping at her bottom lip and tugging at it. Starting to buck up against her harder had her cries filling the kitchen. Keeping her wrists in his left hand, he reached between them to circle his fingers over her clit, matching the tempo of his thrusts. Soft whimpers escaped her with her crying out his name. That honestly was the perfect reward for him. Again and again he moved with the intentions of getting her to an orgasm. Hearing her breathing becoming uneven, he could feel her warmth starting to contract around his cock. Moaning out, he lowered in over her to bring them closer together. The friction from their bodies pressed together felt amazing and it felt more connected for them. Loud smacking sounds surrounded them in the kitchen with him filling her with each forward thrust. “That’s it…come for me.”

Once he got her to her orgasm, it was easy to tell with the way she clung to him and her soft cries. Her thighs were tremoring and it made an arrogant sound escape him. Pausing to experience her body reacting to her orgasm around his cock felt incredible. Her head was buried against the side of his neck with him stagnant inside of her. There was a euphoric sensation that was flooding her entire body and it felt indescribable.

Growling out, he hooked his arms around her tightly causing her to gasp out when he pulled her from the island. “Hold tight.”

“Fuck,” she gasped out, hooking her legs around his hips with him carrying her from the kitchen into the living room. Almost tripping had the both of them laughing, but he stumbled over toward the couch falling back on it and bringing her in over him. “That was brave.”

“Well I am known for being quite brave,” he winked, stretching out his long body on the couch. Adjusting his positioning, he wiggled his finger at her to get her to crawl in over him. Helping her get comfortable, his hands gripped firmly at her hips. Tipping his head back, he stared up at her with awe in his eyes. Clicking his tongue at the top of his mouth, he realized the music was still on in the background and he let out an amused rumble of a sound. Palming his hands up over the sides of her body, he reached her breasts and tenderly cupped at the undersides of them. At the same time her hands were caressing in over his abdomen teasing her fingers through the damp curls of dark hair that covered his flesh. “You are stunning.”

“I was thinking the same thing about you,” she purred out, gasping out when he lifted up to cover her breast with his mouth kissing and suckling at the flesh. Caressing her fingertips at the back of his neck, she rocked her hips against his almost involuntarily with her body eager to have him back inside of her again with the ache that she was left with. Focusing his attention on her other breast, he moaned out when she ground harder in over him. “Put your cock back inside of me.”

“Yes ma’am,” he growled against her flesh, reaching between them to grab a hold of his throbbing manhood. Lining his tip up with her entrance, he tipped his head back to watch her. Wincing, she lowered her hips slightly allowing him to enter again. Sinking down over his length elicited a moan from the both of them that they shared in unison. Dropping back against the couch, he hummed out when her hands braced in over his chest to balance herself when she started to roll her hips over his length. “Fuck, you have no idea what you fucking do to me.”

“I think I can feel it,” she panted finding a steady pace over him that had the both of them breathing loudly. Caressing up over the lengths of her abdomen, between her breasts and up to her neck, he grabbed at the base of her throat again making her coo out. His other hand pressed between her thighs with the rough pad of his thumb caressing at her sensitive bundle of nerves. Rolling her hips allowed her to bounce forward against the caress of her body while taking him into her again and again. There was something about the way that she moved that was hypnotic to him. The expression over her face showed the sheer amounts of pleasure she was experiencing and he liked that she looked lost in the moment.

“You like that big cock?” he arrogantly questioned, provoking the sexiest of smiles to tug at her lips with his dirty talk. How confidently she was now moving over him impressed him and he like the way it looked with her taking him in and out of her. Together they moaned, his lips parting with his eyes rolling back to a close. A fire was building up deep inside of him. Between the way she was moving and the sounds she was making, this was turning out to be better than he expected. Not wanting to get lost in the feeling too much, he forced his eyes to open. He wanted to remember every part of this. “You are doing such a good job making that cock yours darlin���.”

“I love your cock, but you know that,” she confessed with the pressure of his fingers around her throat growing just a bit tighter. Reaching back, she placed her hands on his thighs, adjusting her body to start powerfully moving over his rigid length drawing out one of the sexiest moans she had heard from him thus far. “Negan.”

“Fuck,” he hissed out, looking between them to watch her pussy taking his thick cock into her body. It was a perfect sight for him and he was addicted to the sounds she was making. Like this? His body was all hers and she was taking advantage of it. The pleasure in her face showed just how good it made her feel and he couldn’t have been happier with the outcome. “You’re so fucking tight, y’know that? I wish you could see this. I love the sight of you taking my cock so well.”

Licking his lips, he lifted up and hooked his arm around her waist to help the motions she made over him. Their moans filled the living room with her body eager to reach its next orgasm. How her body was tensing up, he could tell that she was close. Nipping at the side of her neck, he growled out and felt her tugging at his hair, “Are you gonna come?”

“Yes,” she panted, clinging tightly to him when he worked to thrust his hips up toward her. Scratching at his back had him groaning against her flesh, his hands palming up over the lengths of her back toward her shoulders. Capturing her lips in a kiss, he hissed out when he felt her shaking over him again, her whole-body shuddering when she reached another orgasm that made him chuckle. Allowing her movements to slow down, he licked his lips before nipping at her chin. “Fucking hell Negan.”

“Your body has just been waiting for this,” he stammered, depositing small kisses over the side of her neck finding it hard to keep it together himself with the way her warmth clung to his cock. “You are so fucking wet and tight that I’m having a hard time not coming myself. My cock is throbbing inside of you…”

“Nothing is stopping you,” she stroked her fingers through his damp hair hearing the amused rumble that followed. Attempting to roll her onto her back, they both gasped when he moved too quickly causing the two of them to fall off the couch and hit the floor. Groaning out, Negan dropped his head back against the floor making them both laugh. “Smooth.”

“This is where I wanted to be anyways,” he lied, grumbling a slew of curse words when he carefully urged her onto her back on the floor where they had been sitting earlier playing video games. Shakily reaching for a pillow from the couch, he helped her lift up so he could put it beneath her head. Extending his hand out, he grabbed another pillow and urged his arm around her waist to help brace it under her back. Crawling in over her, he got comfortable and felt her hooking her arms around his shoulders. “My back is going to be killing me later. I hope you know that.”

“Knees probably too,” she stroked down over the side of his face, liking the way his damp hair clung to his forehead. He looked messy and disheveled, but she liked it. Looking between them as Negan grabbed a firm hold of his erection took her breath away. Noticing her stare, he hummed and dragged the tip over her sensitive clit again having her arch up toward him. “Negan…”

“Uh huh,” he slurred, his mouth hovering over hers with him toying with her. Finally, he slid back into her with ease causing the both of them to moan again. Hooking her arms around his shoulders, she liked that in this position the warmth of their bodies were pressed against one another. The short curls of hair over his chest tickled at her flesh and it felt intimate with the way they were so close to one another. Starting to roll his hips over hers, Negan didn’t want to be rough or fast. Fucking her was one thing, but he did want to finish this as intimate as possible. In this position, with every thrust his groin rubbed up against her clit which added to the stimulation. Deep plunges of his cock inside of her had her dropping her head back, but she kept her eyes locked on his. Quiet praises were heard with Negan depositing tender kisses down over her jawline. Soon they turned to whispers and she loved hearing them. What was nice about this position was that it was more passionate with his thrusts drawn out and steady. It allowed for a deep penetration where she felt every part of him.

Hooking his left hand with hers, he groaned out with her other hand stroking down over the lengths of his long back. Cupping faintly at his bottom urged his movements with his head burying in against the side of her neck. Their body-to-body contact was both romantic and stimulating. Each roll of his hips over hers was building the pleasure inside of her with her palm caressing up over his broad shoulders and down again.

Having her crying out his name made it so hard to keep control of the moment, but he wanted to make love to her. Anything else could wait. Realizing that she was on the verge of an orgasm had him bouncing his hips up toward her. For him? He was right on the edge of his orgasm as well. Covering her lips with his, he didn’t know if either one of them could maintain being quiet enough for this. The sensation of her body contracting and relaxing around his cock felt amazing when he led her to another orgasm.

Tensing up over her, his movements grew somewhat sloppier. The bucking of his hips growing stronger with his orgasm approaching. Moaning against her lips caused her to purr out when the first line of his cum filled her. Continuing his movements throughout his orgasm, each thrust became less powerful until his thrusts faltered. Laying in over her, they both attempted to catch their breaths. Soft strokes of her fingertips were felt at the base of his neck and he pampered kisses at the side of hers.

“I love you,” he whispered, noticing that she tensed up beneath him. Pulling his head back, he gazed down upon her. “I mean it. I know I was blind to things at first, but I’m feeling things that I didn’t think I ever would again. I fucking love you.”

Brushing his wet hair out of his eyes, she gave him a smirk, “I love you too,” she said what was truthful. She did love him. Laying in over her, Negan let his body grow soft inside of her while they focused on kissing and touching one another. Hooking her fingers with his, she felt his kisses at the back of her hand and she sighed. “I can’t believe I had to wait almost a decade for this.”

“You were worth the wait,” he responded, his eyelids heavy as his eyes gazed upon her lips. Stealing a few kisses from her, he hummed and nuzzled his nose in against hers. “You are amazing in every way possible.”

There was a silence between them that turned to a whimper when his hips pulled back and she felt the sensation of his release sliding down her body. Carefully moving in beside her, he urged her to lay in over the center of his chest. For a while, they allowed their bodies to come down from their highs with his fingers stroking at her shoulders, “Was it everything you wanted it to be?”

“I think my body told you it was,” she reminded him, pressing a lingering kiss over his chest. Pinching at his nipple had him gasping out with a deep rumble of a laugh falling from his throat. “But just so you can hear it? Yes, it was very, very good.”

“That makes me happy to hear,” he alerted her with a small rumble of an amused breath that turned into a long sigh. “In a few minutes I plan on carrying you upstairs to my bedroom so we can cuddle together tonight. But? Right now? My back has no interest in moving after we just did this on the floor.”

“That’s okay,” she chuckled, cuddling her head further against the center of his chest. “I like where we are right now. Everything feels perfect and I have no interest in leaving at this moment.”

She meant what she said. Everything in that moment felt perfect. And that? That scared her. Because that kind of feeling didn’t last long in the past when it was in her life. So she had to cherish the moment while she had it.

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[rosykims]

it really cant be understated how profoundly important original characters are to fandom spaces and the inherent transformative power they possess. nothing gives me more joy than knowing we all collectively have a fun party trick in our brains with the capacity to redeem almost any lacklustre soulless cashgrab piece of media

[skunkes]

i loooove when ocs unrealized development makes them feel like real people like no i dont know whether talon is genuinely attracted to women after years of both clinging to them for safety and years of putting them onto that untouchable idealized Perfect Protector Pedestal that must remain untainted by any bad experiences, so he doesn't even try to Be With any. He doesn't know either

[aluria-sevhex]

>makes biggest ongoing project tied to a piece of media with a high barrier to entry that most of my irl friends don't give a shit about

>don't want to share all (i do share some) of the proper writing for it with online friends until it's time for the actual project to actually exist

>share with irl friends and my boyfriend

>lack of response from most people

>it's not even been 24 hours since sharing

>starts having A Big Fucking Moment over it

>ishestupid.jpg

[inkdoe]

Can we invent a trope to describe "I clash with this person cause we have different ideals/we bicker a lot cause our world views are so different/whatever" that is NOT enemies to lovers??? Like I've seen people call revanasi enemies to lovers and that is already borderline to me. Cause yeah Carth sure says he would shoot Revan etc but their actual relationship in game isn't like that...? Anyway this was not about them. What I wanted to say is I already struggle to put that label onto those two, why am I always seeing it on people like fucking Kate and Anthony from Bridgerton

[xavalav]

How'd dnd go?

dnd is Going. i’m kinda insane abt both my campaigns rn. the session i was just in tonight had micah waking up in a metal coffin on a train after having been cut open, experimented on, and then drugged in that order by a freak ass doctor with psionic abilities. huge W for unethical scientist enjoyers (me). but this has all be Very disorienting for poor micah bc 1) he has No clue where he is or how he got there and 2) he doesn’t know what a train is. also he got a magic shovel that occasionally fills him with bloodlust but it’s fine and cool. also also the train was part of a chase sequence with our party where it almost ran over the party. it didn’t and we all survived! it did however run over the 30 npcs that the rest of the party shepherded down there in an attempt to escape the undead triton onslaught. so. other than that micah is chillin (with 5 hp) (he’s so fucking squishy holy glass canon batman)

and athanasius is. ohhhhhh athanasisus <333 him and the rest of the gang just got all the keys at the fear hotel and everyone got to confront their worst fears! yay!! everyone is Very shaken up at this point and things keep happening to athanasius suggesting the closeness or at least influence of jupiter in this area which is Freaking Him The Fuck Out. there was a ballroom with spectral people dancing in it, and to the rest of the party the dancers’ eyes were gone but to athy they looked normal, until a party member mentioned the lack of eyes, and when athy looked up the pairs of dancers that came near him had their eyes melt from their skulls. he’s having very normal thoughts and not blaming himself for being akin to the antichrist and possibly endangering his friends At All. but uh session left off with the party reconvening in the hotel lobby to find our warlock’s patron (who athanasius accidentally broke free from his imprisonment) at the entrance. he’s kinda mad cause we have the time gauntlet he wants and we refuse to give it to him and so he wants to kill us. our beloved wizard banished his ass so we at least have a minute to prep and that is where we left off. but i will say that athy has a twinned lightning bolt prepared so the minute he reappears he is getting absolutely fucking Blasted.

anyways yeag <3 everyone is having a no good horrible awful fucking time and i’m so excited. i love making my characters suffer more than jesus

[skitskatdacat63]

Maybe in another life :)

AU in which Eclipse still isn't the heir, that's never gonna be a possibility ever, but her mother realizes she can still politik her marriage regardless. Makes this crazy play at Noir, from the other hugely influential family on the planet(whose family does not engage in politicking in this particular way at all.) But Noir is like, why not! Wife acquired! And then they kill her mom or something idk–

[sleepygaymerdisease]

funniest thing in my art class was presenting my sculpture and hearing the critiques while internally thinking like "um youre misgendering this object here by using he/him... you see it's actually based off of a shadow that uses she/they pronouns" like god i felt so stupid i couldnt say anyhting

[jikigo]

you ever just see a post and just

. 😭

.⬅️🫀⬅️

[rosykims]

looking at two pictures of ketheric and lilithira side by side sweating and twitching because its the same picture

[arolesbianism]

Ok I'm back on the nugget obsession grind. Juliet Loki and Parker in ruina fighting alongside each other like it's a love language while Saxxly and Roland just sorta awkwardly fight like normal people around them

[ranoutofficssoiwritemyown]

You decide to sleep on the couch after an argument pt.3

pt.1 pt.2 character: Caleb note: not proofread. haven't played the game since he came out so he might be a little oc

Caleb’s mind is simple: you being away from him means he can’t protect you from any possible danger. He is overprotective to the point it disturbs you and sometimes you think if it was up to him he would tie you to his side so you never leave his sight. Because you’re the safest by his side right?

Considering his possessive nature towards you, you can imagine the intensity of arguments between you two. The problem is, he doesn’t see how he’s wrong. You’re a professional hunter? You’ve lived for years without him? You’re one of the best at your dangerous job? falls on deaf ears and right now you’re so so close to strangling him. Instead, you turn around and go to your bedroom to get a blanket and pillow, because sleeping beside this obstinate asshole is the last thing you want tonight. after a minute you can sense Caleb’s presence. He yawns as he leans against the doorframe

“Whatcha doin’ pipsqueak?” His question is playful

“Oh, I’m pipsqueak again”

Caleb laughs at your sarcastic answer which earns your glare, making him mumble “Still mad I see” under his breath. Silently, you wonder if he is bothered by the argument at all. You gather everything in your arms and walk to the door and as you pass him he grabs your shoulder from behind and drapes himself over you.

“A little bit dramatic don’t you think?”

“You’re heavy, you asshole”

You grumble as you try to shrug him off but he won’t budge. Quite the opposite actually, his arms are wrapped around your shoulders tightly with his face in your neck.

“Can’t handle it? I thought you were a strong girl.”

“Do you, really? Because you act like I’m made of glass”

“Well, not glass. More like-”

You try to smack him but he moves his head to avoid it and laughs, instead catching your wrist and placing a kiss on your pulse point. Even though the gesture makes you blush, you snatch your hand back and accidentally hit his metal arm, causing you to hiss at the pain. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow as if saying ‘See?’ which makes you more furious.

He starts to say something but you interrupt.

“Let me go, Caleb. I’m mad at you and don’t want to sleep in the same bed as you”

“No”

“No?”

“Gotta keep you away from your thoughts, pipsqueak. What if you decide you want to leave me or something because of this stupid argument, hm? What then?”

You fall silent for a moment because you need to get this straight. So, he thinks that after he ‘died’ and you mourned him, thinking about him almost every day, years later you find out that he’s alive and is doing everything to keep you close, you will leave him because of an argument? Now, you doubt his sanity. On the other hand, Caleb takes your silence as a bad sign and starts panicking.

“Pipsqueak? Come to bed, please. And we can do whatever you want tomorrow. I’m yours the whole day- Hey, I’ll make braised chicken wings. You still love them right? Or whatever you want, you name it…” When he gets no answer, he drops his head on your shoulder, giving up “Okay, if you really don’t wanna sleep beside me, I’ll take the couch, just, please sleep in the bedroom.”

Finally, you sigh and lean your head against his chest.

“You won’t drop this, will you?”

He smirks because he knows you. He knows you want to give into him but your pride won’t let you. So you try to blame him. Make it look like, you don’t have a choice, so you don’t feel bad about yourself. But he’ll take it. He’ll take all the blame and allegation if it means you’ll stay with him.

“Not a chance” his voice is muffled against your neck as he pecks it, before removing himself from you and leading you back to your bedroom.

“I don’t think you’re made of glass,” he tells you when you’re both lying down on the bed and you place your head on his chest, in return, he wraps his arms around you.

“Hm?” you’re confused before you remember your earlier statement

“I don’t think you’re weak. The opposite actually, I think you’re very strong I just… I worry about you, I can’t help it. So what if you’re one of the best hunters? you’re not immortal. And when I think that there’s even the slightest chance that I might lose you again… I won’t be able to take it. So all this overprotective act is also for the sake of my sanity.” He laughs humourlessly in the end.

You raise your head to look at him. He’s already watching you with adoration behind his purple eyes. You brush the strands of hair from his forehead and place a kiss on his lips.

“I won’t leave you” You kiss the corner of his mouth “You’re crazy if you think leaving you has even crossed my mind. Now that I have you back? You’re stuck with me as much as I am with you”

There’s a faint smile on his lips as his eyes run over your face.

“Goodnight, pipsqueak"

“Goodnight, Caleb”

You both fall silent as you lay back down on his chest. However, the silence is broken by you.

“You’re making braised chicken wings for me, tomorrow”

“Absolutely” he agrees with a silent chuckle.

[darkbluekies]

Edmund coming home to a darling who keeps having "nightmares" but one day he sees a bruise and finds out the maids have been hurting her, causing her to cry

"Name"

Yandere!king oc x fem!reader

Summary: Edmund realises that the maids have been bullying you behind his back ... and he's furious.

Warnings: bruises, bullying, threats of harm and murder, jealousy, darling feels responsible/guilty for their deaths, guilt, mention of murder, possessiveness

Word count: 1.8k

He’s had to work night multiple weeks in a row, leaving you alone in the bed chamber for hours before he joins you, often in the transition between night and the cold hours of the morning. It had been fine in the beginning. Dare you admit you even found it a bit therapeutic? Being alone for once, without him, where else he’s breathing down your neck like some kind of puppy. 

But then it had shifted. The maids who usually patrolled the corridors started sneaking in when it was clear that Edmund wouldn’t come. At first they talked to you about mindless things that seemed harmless, but you could feel something in the air. That feeling, the one where you know the second you part ways, they’ll start talking. Laughing. Mocking. They always asked you about your background, made comments about your clothes and jewelry. Never any direct critiques, but not any compliments either. A grey zone that made your stomach uneasy.

The talking didn’t last long. In a matter of a few days, it shifted. Evolved to something worse. Darker. They have started to mock you to your face when no one else hears, and hit you when you cry. You don’t dare say anything back, just take it … knowing very well what will happen with them if Edmund gets to hear you shout. So every night you bite your lips shut and take it. 

A part of you screams that you should tell Edmund. Let them die, let them see you’re not someone one can mess with and get away with … if only if it wasn’t for the fact that they will die. Edmund’s not a half-assed guy. His love is never a “I would kill for you”-mantra. He has, and will undoubtedly, kill for you again. Over and over. He’d kill anyone you point at, if you wanted to. And oh, how it makes you feel dirty. You’re not the one pulling the trigger or swinging the sword, but you’re the commander. The reason why. In some capacity, you would be a murderer. 

It doesn’t matter how much you hate these women. Death—murder—is never a justified punishment. Not for jealousy. They deserve to be removed and possibly punished, but not killed. Never killed. Their deaths will wreck the lives of innocents who have nothing to do with their behaviour. And you will be blamed. 

You look down at your arms. The darkness hides the marks, but you feel them like bleeding, salt infected wounds. Edmund hasn't noticed. When he comes to bed it's dark enough to hide them. In daylight they're hidden under your extravagant dresses, thanks to Edmund's modesty rules. 

Maybe you want him to notice. Maybe you want a reason to tell, to get comforted and reassured that their words aren't true. To have someone on your side. Maybe you want him to never find them. 

You sob, pulling the covers closer to your body. They've left for the night. You should lay down and try to sleep, or at least pretend to. But you're unable to. Your body refuses to move from its sitting position. If you lay down and they come back you're powerless. Three against one. One laying down. Easy to overpower.

You're not sure what you're most scared of them doing to you. Cut your hair to the scalp? Touch your features and make you unrecognizable? Too ugly to be attractive to him? They've threatened it one time— “what if we just decide to break your nose? Your jaw? Who'll love you then, your majesty? You'll be thrown to the slums, like everyone else. You're not untouchable just because he finds you pretty. That ‘prettiness’ can easily be taken from you.”

Or are you more afraid of them killing you? They've gotten worse over the days. A quick slippery slope down to madness wouldn't be impossible. They could easily pin you down and slit your throat, stab you.

You’re too in your own head to hear the door opening. 

“You’re still awake?” 

Edmund’s voice rips you out of your thoughts. You gasp, breath getting caught in your throat. Your hands are about to move up to your cheeks to wipe your tears, but you know he’ll catch that. Instead you turn your head away slightly, hoping the darkness will hide the tears streaks. His footsteps seem to echo behind him. 

“My jewel, you’re supposed to be asleep by now”, Edmund says and you feel the bed shift as he sits down. “Having trouble sleeping?”

You nod without looking at him. It has the opposite effect you wish for. 

“Why aren’t you looking at me?” 

His fingers touch your cheek, turning your head to him. You’re unable to stop it. You meet his eyes, those ice blue ones that seem to glow in the dark, and feel yourself crumble under his gaze. Your eyes fill, once again, with new tears. Edmund’s jaw clenches and he quickly moves closer. 

“What is it?” he asks, voice tight. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

You shake your head, lowering your chin. Edmund’s eyes start to wander, desperately looking for clues. His eyes stop at a particularly dark spot on your shoulder, just below the neck line of the flowy night gown. His fingertips touch it gently, as if trying to see if it’s real, and you flinch away before you can react. 

“Y/N …”, Edmund breathes out. “What the hell? Don’t tell me that’s what I think it is.”

When you don’t answer, he shifts closer. Close enough for you to feel his breath on your skin as he brings a small, electrical lamp close enough to see the bruise clearer. There’s only a word leaving his throat, but it is enough. “Name.”

“No.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“It won’t solve it.”

“It will. It’ll stop them from hurting what’s mine. Give me the name.”

You turn your head down, looking at your hands trembling in your lap. 

“It’s not ‘the’ name—”

“There’s more?” His voice has a sharper edge. “Okay then, give me their names.”

“I don’t want blood on my hands.”

“There won’t be any blood on your hands. Only mine. No one else is allowed to touch you. Nothing else, is allowed to. And if you don’t tell me who gave you these ugly marks I will hunt them down, and I’m sure a few innocent will be struck that way. Give me the cowards names. Do you think a king will let his queen be hurt by unworthy?”

You don’t answer. The sobs come back, rippling through you. You’re on the edge now, so close to ending someone’s life. You have the gun in your hand and all you need is to pull the trigger … or put it down. But if you put it down, he’ll pick it up and shoot without hesitation. As long as you hold the gun … nothing happens.  

“Gosh, these marks makes me nauseous”, Edmund gags as he holds your arm in his hands. He has pulled up the sleeve to get a good look at them. “So brutal.”

“Please don’t look.”

“Tell me their names. My pretty jewel, tell me their names. Please, Y/N. Tell me who did it.”

You shake your head again, sobbing. Edmund sighs heavily. 

“Can you at least tell me how long it’s been going on?” he asks, and you can hear the frustration in his voice, even if half of it is pure worry. 

“Since you started working night”, you mumble, hiccuping through sobs. 

“Since I started work— … you have to be kidding me?”

You shake your head. Edmund bites back a scream and looks around, as if trying to find something to ground himself on.

“So, people have been coming in here when you’re alone and hurt you?” he asks, voice shaking. “And you’ve been silent about it? It’s been two weeks. Why haven’t you said anything?!”

“Because I’m scared, Edmund …”

His eyes immediately soften. Not to a gentle one, but one that isn’t piercing. He pulls you closer, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. 

“Y/N, darling”, he says with his trembling voice. “I’m the king. I am the highest power in this kingdom, yeah? You are my wife, correct? You are the safest person in this country. But I can’t help you if you refuse to tell me when someone is hurting you.”

“You will kill them.”

“Damn right I will. That’s what happens when people think they can touch what’s mine. Touching you is a war crime and I will not let them get away with it.”

He cups your wet cheek, turning you to him. 

“Who hurt my pretty girl?” he whispers sorrowfully. 

Your finger trembles on the imaginary trigger. And, before you can register it, you press. 

His face lights up—not in a happy way, but relief. He’s about to fly up form the bed, but you grab his arm. 

“No, no, Edmund please!” you plead, voice breaking with sobs. “Don’t leave me!”

“I will get those bitches for this”, he tells you, his voice now a venomous deadly calm. “I will snap their necks myself.”

“No … no please, don’t go.”

You hug his arm, pleading over and over again. Edmund seems torn between revenge and protection, but in the end he gives in and climbs back into the bed, pulling you flush against him. 

“Fine”, he gives in, squeezing your trembling form. “I will let them have their final night … but tomorrow they’ll get what they deserve. For now I’ll take care of my beautiful queen.”

He kisses the top of your head. 

“I will never let those creatures near you again", he promises, showering your face in kisses. Too soft for his usual behaviour. “They don’t deserve to touch you. Only I am. I am the only one worthy enough to touch you. To kiss you. To hold you. To be near you. To see you. Tell me what they did to you.”

So you do. His grip on you tightens for everything you tell him, but his lips never leave your skin. They burn. 

“I’ll enjoy tomorrow morning”, he decides, moving even closer to you, snuggling. “I’ll kill them slowly—well, if you can snap someone’s neck slow—and enjoy every bit of it.”

He holds you close, running his fingers through your hair. You feel his cold, golden rings against your scalp. Your face is tucked beneath his chin, against the warmth of his neck. It’s as if he wants to pull you into him, become one with him. As if you’re only safe if you’re beneath his skin. 

“You’re so soft in my arms”, he whispers. “Really soft. Only mine.”

He hums and rests his cheek against your hair, falling asleep. But you? You won’t sleep for a long time. Relieved that you no longe have to carry it yourself … guilty that you’ve pulled the trigger. But you wouldn’t have won anyway. He always does. He always gets what he wants in the end … and this time, it’s to protect you. 

[incognitopolls]

This poll is about someone making art of your original character (OC) without asking you first. For this poll, assume that the character is correctly attributed to you, and the art in and of itself is not objectionable– i.e. it's tame/clean (or no more sexualized, gory, political, etc. than your own work involving that OC). This is just about the act of someone making art of your OC without your express permission.

We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.

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[lufyuu]

,, Love Quest ''

Background character male reader x Protagonist oc

Part 1 Part 2

Tw/s: dub-con at the start, dacryphilia, rough sex, semi-public sex, overstimulation, multiple rounds.

In a world where everyone's assigned a role they have to be, you were one of the many unlucky yet common ones to get the role of a background character. One who couldn't even interact with the protagonist if you wanted. The way it works is through the system. There is a system that essentially controls the world. This system can create scenarios, assign roles, etc. This whole world was built by it. Everyone has to obey it, excluding the protagonist themself, that is. Some even say it's possible for the protagonist to control the system itself but, that's just a rumour.

Of course, the role with the most power is the protagonist. Anyone would dream to have that power. To be the protagonist and have everyone fawn for you, throwing themselves at your feet, worshipping your every step. Not only that, his love interest is the best of the best, the prettiest girl you'd ever be able to lay your eyes on, the one you'd never be able to get with if you weren't the protagonist. Just like any other previous protagonist in this world, the current one is an extrovert, River Sterling. He's a perfect guy in every way. He's very well known due to being the protagonist, but also, he is very talented. It's as if there is nothing he can't do. He's even the top 1 on campus. Very rarely is he seen getting anything under an A+. Despite everyone constantly praising him and falling at his feet, he remained humble.

Just like any other day, you enter the building with books in your hands. You had to return these to the professor after borrowing them for a day. No matter how much you studied, you always remained top 2, and because of that, you were annoyed by River. Of course, it's not his fault that he's the protagonist, but you couldn't help but still feel negatively towards him. Going up the many many stairs, you overhear a girl yelling, maybe at a guy? You're not sure what kind of situation it is, but you guess it is a fight between a couple. "You never even spend time with me! Am I not enough!? Destiny binded us together, and yet here you are, doing nothing to please me, your girlfriend!", it sounded like Aria, the protagonist's main love interest. "Aria, well how would I be able to spend time with you when I feel nothing towards you", River says with a nonchalant tone, shocking you a bit, you've never heard him using that tone before. You stop in your tracks, right in front of the door, where you can hear Aria yelling at him. "Y-you...what!?", you can hear Aria say in disbelief. "H-how is that even possible! I'm who you're supposed to be with, I complete you, I'm your other half!", even without being able to see her, you can tell she's tearing up, probably with a red face. Though despite her crying, you don't hear River comforting her. Which is again, very out of character for him.

Next thing you know, you hear a very loud slap accompanied by running sound towards the door. Before you could even react, the door swings white open, a blonde haired girl running out of the room, knocking you down in the process. You stare at the direction she runs to. "Who are you, why did you eavesdrop", you turn back to River, looking down at you, glaring, even. His once gentle eyes seem to be clouded. You don't even recognize him. "[N-Name]", you gulp, you felt as if the man in front of you was going to eat you whole if you said the wrong thing. "[Name]..? I've heard of you, the top 2, right?", he asks in an almost curious but borderline mocking tone. You remain seated on the floor, books scattered everywhere. "Are you not going to explain yourself?", he raises an eyebrow, walking towards you. Taking this as a sign to get the fuck out of there, you quickly grab the books and try to run off, only to have your shirt grabbed by the tall guy.

"Running off are we?", he looks at you with a questiong expression, why would you avoid him, he wont eat you, will he? With the clock ticking, both of you know that soon, this hall will be packed with students, fortunate for you, unfortunate for him. He doesn't want you to go before he can pry some information out of you.

Thinking of a plan, he quickly drags you to the room, shutting the door behind him so you won't be able to run out without him stopping you mid-way. With his hands crossed, he asks you once more, "Why were you eavesdropping?", his tone even more demanding. "I was on my way to the professor's office, I just overheard some things. Can I go now?", you give a quick explanation, wanting to get out of this situation as quick as possible. Though, he wouldn't allow it. "How much did you hear?", "not much, please let me go now," you walk towards the door, turning the door handle only to see it's locked. It shouldn't be. The door can only be locked from the inside, and by the looks of things, River didn't have time to lock the door.

[System: Love Quest]

In order to proceed, please engange in intercourse.

And just as the system suddenly appeared in their face, a percentage bar appeared in the corner of the room and it stood tall, at 0%. With one look, the both of you knew what it wanted. "What the fuck!?", you yell, looking at the window and then at the protagonist who clearly isn't phased. He only sighs, rolling his eyes, as if he was annoyed by this notification. "This shit again", he whispers, loud enough for you to overhear on accident. He's gone through this before..? is what you were thinking. You've almost never gotten a window from the system, let alone one with any sexual themes. If River wasn't shocked, that means it's probably a common occurrence for him.

The two of you stare at one another for an uncomfortable period of time. As if time stopped for a moment. "This is getting real annoying", he says, sighing and stepping towards you. You back away until your back is pressed on the door making you unable to escape as he grabs your chin, lifting it up and looking at you. "You'll make do", he says before pressing his lips onto yours. Out of shock, you try to push him off, wanting to yell at him. How could he, a protagonist, be kissing someone like you? You're what others would perceive as not worthy of being in his presence let alone be kissing him. Yet here you are, getting your mouth explored by the man himself. Your eyes were opened from shock but you closed it after a few seconds, wanting to savour this moment. His hand made its way to your cheek. He was very gentle with both his hand and lips, making you lean into his touch. Before long, you felt as if you were running out of breath, how long can he even kiss you for!? Fortunately for you, he let go of the kiss, panting and trying to catch his breath after that incredible make out session. "We're not done yet", he says, pointing out the elephant in the room which is the percentage bar which still stands tall at 0%, no progress has been made, making the room inaccessible from the outside. The doors being magically locked also kept anyone from getting out before the goal was met. You knew you had no other choice but to do this in order to get out, as much as you were annoyed by the guy as a student, you couldn't deny his charm, the way his eyes looked into yours, the way his grazed his thumb over your lips. Who wouldn't fall head over heels for him? Anyone would die to be you at this very moment.

Without any hesitation, you managed to gather the courage to pull him into another kiss, you could feel him smiling into the kiss as he reciprocated. Moving his hands to your hips, trailling down to your clothed butt. Gropping and fondling it before he eventually unzips your pants, letting them slide down to your ankles. Leaving your bottoms almost bare if not for your briefs covering your private part. "Ahm...agh", the both of you moaned into the intense kiss before letting go. "You're a good kisser", you comment, gasping for air once more. He smirks, "of course, I'm not the protagonist for nothing", he chuckles a bit. You felt hands slipping into your briefs, making its way to your ass, gripping it even more now. He really seems to be enjoying gropping you. You felt his fingers move closer and closer to your hole before he inserts a finger into you, causing you to grip his arms in shock. "A-agh..!", you let out a surprised moan, his finger wiggling around, trying to get your hole to relax a bit, "you're so tense, [Name], loosen up a little", his inserted another finger, making you unable to keep your composure no matter how much you try to.

You feel his fingers thrusting into you, as if trying to get you to cum from his fingers alone. His long and slender fingers were quite deep in you. It wasn't long before he added another finger. And now that three fingers are going in and out of your hole, you feel as if you're aboit to reach your climax. You close your eyes, moaning loudly. He took notice to this and immediately stopped his fingers as if knowing you were about to cum. You're now puzzled by his actions, why did he stop? "I don't want you cumming from just my fingers, that wouldn't be fun now would it?", you then hear the sound of pants unzipping, realizing it was from him. He pulled his hard cock out of his briefs. You stared at it for a while before he snapped you back to reality, "eyes up here, angel", he teased, giving you a pet name while he was at it. "What? Have you never seen a cock this big?", you definitely haven't. It wasn't just long, just looking at the girth of it made you shiver a bit, how will that even fit. It was befitting of a protagonist, he's perfect in every way, even in his physical attributes. "Enough staring, angel", he says as he suddenly picks your legs up. You instinctively put your arms around him tightly so you don't end up falling, "hey!", you yell, this wasn't a pleasant surprise, you could've fallen, "relax, you're quite light", he is very strong afterall, he's joined almost every single sport available at this point.

You decide to put your trust in him, he's able to hold you up for over a minute now, there's no way he'll suddenly drop you, that'd ruin the moment on top of you getting hurt. After the shock wore off, you notice something poking at your hole, "hm..?", you let out a hum of confusion, turning your head down only to see his cock at your entrance, wanting to be inside you. "Are you ready to be filled up like you've never had before?", the now cocky-like protagonist asks with a slight chuckle at the end. You nod and immediately feel his cock thrust up inside of you, almost halfway in already. He grunts at how tight you are despite him having prepared your sweet little hole for his cock beforehand. Trying his best to get his cock all the way into your hole as you moan out in pain and pleasure, "relax why don't you?", he gives a teasing smile. Leaning in for a kiss, he manages to get you to relax and without another word, thrusts the rest of his cock into you, shocking you once more. You accidentally bite his lip in the process, drawing a bit of blood. "Agh!", he pulls back, tapping his finger on his lip and seeing that blood is coming out of the wound. He focuses on you once more, as if signifying he's about to move. You give a slight nod and he starts to thrust in and out of you, slowly and sensually at first. "You're really warm inside", he comments while thrusting into you, looking into your eyes as you manage to keep them open.

After a while of the sensual and slow fucking, he gets tired of it, wanting to thrust into you quicker. And so, he does as he wants. Thrusting into you quicker this time, rougher. You close your eyes and tighten the grip on his upper back, scratching his skin through his shirt. Your moans are no longer considered quiet, you're full on moaning your head out. That was before you realized the bell had rung, students were on their way to class and they'd pass by this specific room. You bite your lip in order to muffle out the moans, keeping it somewhat quiet in order to not get caught. River on the other hand, didn't like this one bit. He wants to hear your delicious and sweet moans, you should let them out for him to hear. "Stop biting your lip, angel, let me hear you", something in his voice made you want to obey his words, and for some reason, you find yourself no longer biting your lip, now you're just letting it all out, moaning and crying out for him.

The faster he went, the more you felt like you were about to reach your climax. He also seemed to be close. The both of you sweating, moaning, grunting. "I'm, agh, gonna cum...!", he says as he shoots his load all in you, coating your inner walls with his seed, some even dripping out. At that moment, you also came, releasing your juice all over your stomach. With the two of you now panting and gasping for air, River carries you to a nearby table, letting the two of you rest for a while. Just then, the door swings wide open, "Who the fuck was making all that noise!?", a teacher yells into the room, seemingly staring straight at them. The teacher looks around in confusion, "huh...I was so sure there was someone here...", He then turns his heels and walks back out, closing the doors on his way. You who were covering your face due to this, looked in the direction the teacher was in confusion, "did..he not see us..?", you ask River, to which he replies, "the system did that, probably", as if the system heard the man, it dings and the both of you turn your heads towards the bar of percentage now sitting at a solid 30%, "huh? 30%?", you say out loud in even more confusion, "it wants us to have sex and get it up to 100%", River says without missing a beat, "ready for round two?"

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"Agh..! To..oo big, ahghh...", you try to say in-between moans, overstimulated by his cock and the way he bites your nipples. "You're taking me so well", at least he's enjoying it, a lot. You even wonder if he has an infinite stamina, but of course your thoughts were drowned by the time he came in you for the third time. How many rounds has it even been? The bar has been stuck at 99% for so long, when will this end..You're so overstimulated at this point, River's cock has been relentlessly fucking you dumb. You can't even think anymore, nor can you let out any coherent words. It's been at least a couple of hours since the both of you started this, why hasn't it ended. Your cheeks are wet, wet from the tears which had been and are still rolling down your face. He loves witnessing your debauchery. Your clothes have been discarded to the side by now, you don't know where but they're on the floor somewhere. His thrusts get faster and faster, you didn't even know he could go this fast but here he is, fucking you with inhuman speed. "C'mon..ah..come with me, my angel...agh", he moans and grunts while saying this. Then his thrusts stop and you feel even more liquid filling your already over-filled hole, making it impossible to be kept inside and most of it dripping out your hole and onto the floor which has a pool of both yours and his cum. At that very moment, you feel your whole body give out as your vision blurs until you eventually black out.

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What happened in the room stayed in the room. Your life went on as usual, the normal schedule. Though, one thing has definitely changed. That is the fact that you are now dating the protagonist despite still having the role of a 'background character' . Everyone was shocked but learned to accept it. Who are they to defy the protagonist's wishes? One person in particular wasn't happy about this. None other than his ex, Aria. Everyone saw that coming from a mile away, though, so nobody paid her any mind. After that, River took any and every class you took. Science? You'd see him sit there with an empty seat next to him, looking up at you and asking with a big smile, "come! Sit here, angel!", while patting the seat next to him to signal for you to sit. PE? He'd always get you into his team no matter what. No matter how bad the other team wanted you on theirs, they'd never have you as you now belong to River. Being in the same class as you had its advantages. That is, being able to fuck you in class without anyone noticing. To be frank, the both of you found it out on accident. It was during class when the both of you got a new love quest. You thought of leaving the class to finish but the system didn't let you. It wanted the both of you to do it at that very moment. When he took the initiative and pulled your shirt up to bite your nipples, not a single student nor the teacher had any reaction, it was as if the both of you were protected by an invisible bubble that allowed the quest to take place. That, combined with the fact the teacher couldn't see the both of you the first time, confirmed your suspicions that they were indeed unable to see you.

From that day forward, the two of you almost always got a love quest every single day of school. The session would last at least 2 hours, leaving both of you a hot sweaty mess once it was over and done with. You'd always be embarrassed and extra tight during these. The way you felt eyes on you, it was as if they could see you, but in reality, they really can't. You'd tighten up at the thought of them watching you, making River grunt even more due to your tightness. He'd smirk and ram even harder into you once this happens. "Naughty boy, you get off to the thought of people watching, huh?", he'd always tease you. These love quests would be random, though. Despite it happening every day, the two of you could never predict when it'd occur. It could be very early in the morning, in class, or even during an activity. It was always random, so why would you always see River getting hard even before the love quest appear...? It's probably nothing. You're just paranoid.

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Apologies for the wait. My schedule's been real hectic lately. This is not proofread, so please excuse the probably many mistakes/typos!

I hope you enjoyed it! If you have any questions/reqs, please do send them my way!<3