#Saxons/Reader

[hearts4hughes]

ugh story of my life

[witchthewriter]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Also this is 18+ ... we acting like grown ups.

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑼𝒉𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅

“Destiny is all… but you were never part of the plan.”

・This marriage is a strategic alliance. An act to broker peace between two warring factions.

・Even though Uhtred wants this peace, he isn't thrilled about it.

・At first his mindset was to keep you alive, but the more you got to know each other...the more he was in denial:

“I don’t care about her. I just need to make sure she stays alive… for the alliance. That’s all.”

・What started as a simple sword lesson had turned into him pushing you harder than he intended. Wanting you to see the true strength of opponents.

・He didn't want to sugarcoat what war and battles were. (Not that you had been fantasising about them anyway).

・Uhtred thought his lesson was going well until you finally knocked him to the ground.

・For a split second, he was shocked...stunned and then he stared up at you, breathing heavily. And then he smirked.

・Showing indifference, Uhtred trains you to fight. And adorns you with proper fighting gear, a shield and gets a blacksmith to make your very own sword.

・Even in the early stages of your marriage, Uhtred would subconsciously protect you - no matter where you were or what you were doing. E.g., even at the tavern, he never let anyone get too close (his men were like three other bodyguards)

・You were glad for Finan, he became like a brother to you. Always making things lighter, bringing the humour.

・Because you were constantly on the road with the four men. And Uhtred didn't trust anyone else to take care of you.

・But he would never say that...

・Sihtric barely spoke to you, but he held a lot of respect for you.

・Over time, Sihtric becomes one of your fiercest defenders, in battle and in life. Like a quiet shadow, a forcefield ensuring no harm comes to you.

・Osferth; he's your first friend, real friend, although he was a bit awkward. You become the sister he's always wanted. And he becomes that little brother who wants to follow you everywhere and do everything you're doing...

・The truth of Uhtred's feelings comes out during a heated argument. After nearly getting himself killed...again, you accuse him of putting too much at risk to gain Bebbanburg, that he cares too much about gaining that castle back.

・Shocked, ashamed, embarrassed that you would say that. Uhtred's face heats, and what you say is truth. Well, it was truth, until:

"I have spent my whole life fighting for Bebbanburg! But then you came along, and now I’m fighting for something else. For you. Don’t you see that?”

𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖:

“My Heart” uses this one when you have private moments and when he feels vulnerable. I.e., after a battle or during soft, intimate conversations.

“Shieldmaiden” is used in front of his men, showing his pride in you.

“Wife” is both teasing and affectionate, often said when you’re being stubborn.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Shared Vision and Purpose

Closed Off (Uhtred) x The Person They Warm Up To (You)

Brave Warrior (Uhtred) x Self-Assured Damsel (You)

Places His Wife Above Everyone

𝑷𝒍��𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Home Is Wherever You Are

The Parents Of The Group

Reluctant Allies to Lovers

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Kingdom Dance by Alan Menken

Scotland by BBC Scottish Symphony Orchestra

I Had To Do That by James Newton Howard

𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒏

“I didn’t want this, but now? I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

・Your marriage was a political alliance to strengthen ties between Ireland and the Saxons. Finan, as Uhtred’s right hand, was seen as a valuable connection.

・How else could Finan endure this other than with humour?

・As soon as you met him, he was cracking jokes. Sometimes he was funny, other times you were annoyed - because he was constantly making light of ... everything.

・When you called him out on it, he sighed, "I'm sorry lass. It's ah...the only way I know how to cope sometimes."

“She’s alright, I guess. I mean, for someone who can’t keep up in a fight…” (He says this right before throwing himself in front of an arrow meant for you.)

・Day by day, you were slowly opening up to each other. Learning through talking by the fire, on horseback, walking through the forest.

・Soon Finan began to lean close while talking to you, staring into your eyes, moving a piece of hair behind your ear, brushing past you "accidentally", etc.

・Finan was always looking to see if you were okay. Even in a crowded hall, his gaze would flick to you every few moments, but if he was ever caught, he'd smirk and look away.

・Whenever you feel down, Finan doesn't mind making a fool of himself to make you laugh

・If talking doesn't help, he'd happily slip in the mud during training or let Sihtric carry him around bridal style.

・One night, as a joke, you tied a small braid into his hair, saying it makes him look more "noble." He laughed it off but didn't take it out... he wore it for days afterward.

・His feelings are brought to light during a drunken night around the fire. The others were sharing stories about what they fight for; land, honour, family, ... fun.

・Someone asked Finan and as he was about to make a joke, he glanced at you.

・Your face was illuminated by the light of the flames, and it hit him like a punch to the gut.

"Her."

Silence fell. He looked to you who was wide-eyed, "I'll always fight for you."

𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖

“Lass” is his go-to—light, teasing, and affectionate.

“Trouble” slips out when you’re bickering or challenging him (which is often).

“Little One” is playful, his everyday teasing, often when he’s trying to make you laugh.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

You Fell First, But He Fell Harder

Constant Banter

The Sarcastic Duo That Can Finish Each Other's Insults

Places His Wife Above Everyone

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Height Difference

Bickering and Banter

Timeless Love

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey

Valerie by the Midnite String Quartet

Happily Ever After by George Fenton

𝑺𝒊𝒉𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄

“You make me feel like I belong… like I'm worth loving.”

・For Sihtric, he was forced to marry you. The King willed it so. It was a cruel decision. the King wanted to somehow split up Uhtred's group - make it harder for them to be connected.

・It didn't turn out how the Monarch intended...the group just kept you with them.

“I don’t care if she notices me. I’m just here to protect her.” (He says while carrying a pouch full of the random trinkets you’ve given him.)

・You were trained by all of them in battle; how to defend, attack, how to do a shield wall etc.

・Spending time with the men was fun; even if Sihtric was silent most of the time.

・Finan always made you laugh, and Osferth made you feel comfortable no matter what the context was.

・In time, you truly thought of Uhtred as your leader. And you too called him 'Lord.'

・Sihtric constantly lingered in the background. He was always nearby, however, he was never imposing. Just ensuring you were safe.

・You were very different to what everyone thought. There was a softness in you. A heart of gold.

・When you became comfortable around Sihtric, you started to give him things.

・Particularly things you found on your journeys. E.g., many many rocks; smooth river stones, shiny pebbles (anything shiny really), beautiful feathers from birds, flowers that have specific meanings etc.

・And he keeps every single item.

・His pockets are completely full.

・Sihtric is constantly staring, but instantly looks away when he's caught. A small blush dusting his cheeks.

・Another thing is his quiet gestures...he'll fix your armor, puts extra supplies on your horse, sharpens your sword without saying a word.

・The love you hold for each other comes out during the aftermath of a brutal fight.

・You were tending to Sihtric's wounds, hands trembling as you stitched a deep cut on his arm.

・Sihtric couldn't help but watch your face, the concetration, the look of concern.

・You were both silent until you uttered, "You...you could have been killed," your voice was soft but full of emotion.

・Sihtric caught your wrist, his blood-stained fingers entwining with yours.

In a voice so wrapped with truth, Sihtric whispered, "I would die for you. Without hesitation. "

・This marriage wasn't duty anymore. Now...it was love.

𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖

“Little Blade” pops up during training sessions or when you sass him.

“Mine” is possessive, intense, and usually slips out during high-stakes moments.

“Angel” when he’s overwhelmed with how much he adores you.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Madly In Love (Sihtric) x Ridiculously Oblivious (You)

Sun (You) x Moon (Him)

Always Bringing Them Rocks They Think They Would Like (You) x Keeps The Rocks (Him)

Places His Wife Above Everyone

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Healing and Redemption

Unbreakable Bond

Emotional Intimacy

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Me and Your Mama by Childish Gambino

Sex On Fire by Midnite String Quartet

Fire In The Water by Feist

𝑶𝒔𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒉

“You make me brave. Brave enough to be yours.”

・The marriage was to save your life. Many Saxons wanted you dead, but a marriage to a religious Saxon meant you'd be safe.

・Early on in the marriage Osferth would blush at everything you did. From compliments to teasing, he was constantly red-faced.

・But as your time together grew, he started seeking out those moments.

・Even though he’s usually mild-mannered, if anyone speaks poorly of you, Osferth is the first to step up; sword in hand, voice shaking, but unwilling to step down.

・Osferth would give you thoughtful gifts. Small items like a bunch of wildflowers, a smooth stone, etc. But never admitting they’re from him.

“She’s just being friendly. That’s what this is… right?” (As he turns red after you compliment his sword-fighting.)

・Both of you faced your feelings when he thought he lost you.

・It was after a battle; a close one where you all were separated from each other. You were missing for a few hours, and Osferth had been searching unrelentlessly.

・With each moment his panic had risen. His heart beating so fast he thought he might die.

・But he did find you. You were unconscius but alive.

・Osferth cradled you, tears in his eyes while whispering his feelings:

“Please, don’t go. I… I love you. I should have said it before.”

・You stirred at his words, opening your eyes, smiling lightly.

・Blinking slowly, you hummed. Moving to hold onto his arm.

"I love you too."

𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖

“Sweetheart” is his everyday term — filled with gentle love.

“Dearest” slips out when he’s overwhelmed with love — often in moments of shyness or soft confessions.

“Braveheart” is used when he’s overwhelmed by your strength, often after emotional or dangerous moments.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

He Confessed His Love When Thinking You Were Unconscious 

Black Cat (You) x Golden Retriever (Osferth)

Menace To Society (You) x Living Moral Compass (Osferth)

Places His Wife Above Everyone

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Trust and Dependence

Intertwined Destinies

Love Conquers All

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush

The Train by James Newton Howard

Let The Light In by Lana Del Rey

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒈𝒈𝒓

“I would follow you to the ends of the earth—because without you, none of this matters.”

・There was constant tension whenever you were around Sigtryggr.

・He rarely spoke to you in the early days of your marriage.

・Seeing it only as a way for him to gain more power

・And in return, your family would be safe - your village, kingdom, would not be harmed by any Dane.

・You kept your own beliefs and wore your traditional family clothes, even though you did not know when you would see your family again.

“She talks too much… but I don’t want her to stop.”

・Watches you when he thinks you aren’t looking.

・His stoic exterior hides it, but he studies you. Including how you smile, how you move, how you speak.

・Sigtryggr knows what your favourite colour is, what you like to do with your time - all because he notices things. And he wants to know more about you.

・He lets you in; allows you to see glimpses of his vulnerable self.

・He shares stories of his past, things he’s done, things he regrets and waits to see if you’ll turn away. You never do.

・And in a world where he controls everything...he lets you make decisions. E.g., about where to travel, what to eat. He values your opinion.

・When both of your feelings were revealed, it was during a difficult situation.

・You had confronted him after a harsh decision in battle. He had executed someone who defied him.

・It shocked you. But ... you understood. Traitors had to be punished, maybe he went a bit far this time but you understood.

・In the comfort and seclusion of your shared bedroom, you spoke your thoughts.

"Don't you think that was a bit ... brutal? I mean, yes he was a ... traitor but you could have done anything else-"

"I know you think I'm a monster," he replies, his voice low. He wasn't facing you, almost as if he wouldn't. Or couldn't.

"A monster?" You replied, shocked.

"Yes! Do you think I wanted this? To be this man?" His words came out like venom.

You soften, and step closer, "No. No, you aren't a monster. Sigtryggr, I have seen the good in you!

His gaze turns to you, utterly and completely. Gently taking a hold of your wrist, voice low and vulnerable: “I’ve done terrible things… but I would burn the world for you.”

・No more pretending. You had the realisation that...he is completely, undeniably yours.

𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖

“Beloved” used during rare, emotionally charged moments e.g., after a battle, during confessions, or when you’re vulnerable together.

“My Flame” is used when there's passionate, heated arguments or intimate moments.

“Little Chaos” he calls you this when you’re being unpredictable or teasing him.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Soulmates

"I've done terrible things in the past" (Sig) x "All i care about is who you are in the present" (You)

The Hyperactive (You) x The Unheeded Voice of Reason (Sig)

Places His Wife Above Everyone

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

I Can't Exist Without You

Healing and Rebuilding Together

I Go Wherever You Go

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

One More Hour by Tame Impala

Margaret by Lana Del Rey

Dance Me To The End Of Love by Leonard Cohen

[genieswishes]

okay okay but hear me out right. slow soft sex with saxon who gets super freaked out because he was trying to do his usual thing and then it got real vulnerable all of a sudden and he doesn’t know how to feel about it after….BUT he knows it got vulnerable because he actually felt safe with her and blah blah blah or whatever. i think about him. that man needs to be fucked real gentle and lovingly or something.

anon, I like the way your mind works… I’ve added some plot to this though so bear with me in the first half…

let me be in your life like that ft. Saxon Ratliff

MDNI 18+

cw: obsessive(?) Saxon, established relationship, fluff, p in v (unprotected), “babe” as a pet name, mentions of oral (f! receiving), mentions of cheating (not followed through)

a/n: re-read it and now I have to write rafe & him tag teaming or something... idk the things going on in my head are devious rn. Title inspired by Ariana Grande’s “west side”

Not that SAXON RATLIFF ever thought of himself as the loyal kind, but he’s just been so uninterested in any girl other than you. Well, any one other than you. Understand that he would never admit that he’s a shit boyfriend; in every relationship before this, there was always a point where he’d wake up to realize how little he cared for his current partner. There was a whole twitter “exposé” at one point from one of the sorority girls he dated. Something about how much of a douchebag he was and that “he’s the equivalent to a community bike.” So with that in mind, he can’t help but be confused about his current predicament.

He’s away from you, on some business trip in the Outer Banks to close up a deal with some investors. Really, it’s more like a vacation; hot girls in the most scantily clad bikinis, (other) out of touch nepo babies on their week long vacation trip, and all the great restaurants, of course.

But get this, he can’t get his dick up. Like at all. Every time, he would bring someone back to his room, and bam! He’s got whiskey dick. Not that he could even fall back on that. Half of the time, he wasn’t even drunk. He’s never had this problem before. Rather, the opposite. Always needing another warm body. Always needing someone new. Which is why it’s such a perplexing experience to come to terms that he’s being haunted by you. From his wet dreams to any time he’s getting hard, it’s always about you, you, you.

So, maybe he needs to fuck you out of his system. Have his way with you on his bed, in the bathroom, in his car. And when that doesn’t work out, he figures he needs to go to your place; smell your sheets when he has you pressed into him, use your shampoo when he’s got you in the shower, eat you out as breakfast on your kitchen counter. Just anything to work you out of his head.

He thinks it’s finally working. He’s over at your place again, nose buried in your hair to smell that fresh shampoo as your legs dangle over his shoulders. Y’know, to really ram into your cervix. He swears he’s starting to feel that same sort of boredom he’s gotten with all his past relationships. Suppose that after today, he’ll be done with you and onto the next.

But, he makes a mistake. He kisses you. And it doesn’t feel like those “heat-of-the-moment” kisses. Matter of fact, it’s something much too foreign to him. Your nose is bumping his, and your lips are entirely too soft. How is it that the way he’s fucking you is so savage, but every touch of you makes him confront those weird butterflies in his stomach? How has he never noticed how you scrunch your nose? That you laugh with your whole chest? Or how your smile lines enrich your expression?

“Saxon?” You’ve got lilt to your voice that he can’t bring himself to snap out of. “You good?”

Somehow, you don’t even realize what you’re doing with your eyes.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?”

“What are you talking about, you weirdo?” God, how is it that even your giggle is infectious?

He rolls his hips slowly, almost experimentally. He catches how you gasp a bit at that, rolling once more at a much slower pace.

“Please, babe, keep doing that.” Your legs are around his waist now, but he’s taking his time rocking back and forth, reveling at how your breath hitches when he circles your bud.

You’re kissing at his shoulders, hand massaging through his hair, and he doesn’t ever want to leave this moment. He whines at how you’re touching him. Soft, high moans that sort of catch you off guard. It makes you feel so good to know he’s enjoying himself though.

He’s kissing the nape of your neck, leaving deep hickeys in his wake. Then he’s at your lips again, gently. As if he’s scared he’s going to break you. As if all the time before he wasn’t going crazy on you.

“Ugh, I think I’m going to…” Saxon is rutting into you now, fingers still on your clit.

“Okay, fuck, don’t pull out…”

“huh?”

“Inside! Just cum inside!”

Your legs are tied around him, and you’re so tight that Saxon couldn’t even pull out if he wanted to. He’s so deep in you that he wouldn’t even be surprised if you told him your Plan B didn’t work out. He figures he would cross that bridge when he gets there.

For now, he’d rather enjoy basking in the heat of the sunlight to cuddle you with.

[ordinary-barbie]

they say, "keep your friends close," but you're closer.

summary: Saxon should be your enemy—Piper hates him, and he's got all the qualities you can't stand. Still, you're drawn to this man...and it turns out he wants you too.

pairing: Saxon Ratliff x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k

tags: language, au where Piper goes to a different college and has a different major, enemies to lovers, reader has curves, slight age gap, unprotected p in v sex, cowgirl position, doggy style, fingering, cunnilingus (f receiving), multiple orgasms, usage of pet names (sweetheart, baby, babe), usage of good girl, Saxon being an asshole but also down bad for reader

note: fic title inspired by the song enemy by Charli XCX.

18+ only, minors DNI!

When Piper asked if one of her college friends could come home with her for her senior year spring break, Saxon hadn’t thought much of it at first. His little sister always had a stick up her ass, being an English major and all, and he assumed that the people she surrounded herself with at the University of Georgia would be equally insufferable. One Piper Ratliff was bad enough, so Saxon would steer clear of the Ratliff mansion for the week.

That all changed when Piper came home an hour earlier than expected.

Saxon was in the dining room, going over some business shit for his dad when the door swung open. “I’m home!” Piper announced.

Saxon swiveled his head towards the front door, curious as to who Piper could’ve possibly brought home. You shyly stepped into the house, accepting Piper’s help with your bags, and Saxon took the opportunity to get a better look at you.

Fuck, you were actually…hot. His eyes raked over your figure, examining your curves, your nice rack, and that ass…

Saxon forced himself to think about business expenditures so he wouldn’t pop a boner right then and there.

“Hey Piper, why don’t you introduce me to your hot friend?” Saxon asked, smirking.

Piper rolled her eyes. “Don’t even think about it.”

Saxon sauntered over to you, a cocksure grin on his face, and you froze in your tracks. Did Saxon look like the total frat boy douche that Piper described him as? Yes. Was he also so hot that you were internally melting in his presence? Well, duh.

“I’m Saxon,” he introduced himself, his voice dripping with arrogance.

You gave Saxon your name before quipping, “You must be the fuckboy brother I’ve heard so much about.”

To your surprise, Saxon laughed. "You're a feisty one, huh?"

You wrinkled your nose. "Try not to cream your pants, Ratliff," you deadpanned.

"Can't make any promises, sweetheart," Saxon replied, trying to look casual and not like your dry-humored insults were making his dick twitch. Girls never talked to him like that, like they absolutely hated his guts. You seemed like you would be a challenge—and Saxon loved a challenge.

Piper glared at Saxon. "If you could not be a total creep towards my friend, that would be awesome."

Saxon rolled his eyes. "Chill out, lil sis! I didn't know it was a crime to flirt."

Piper sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Don't you have work to do or something?"

Saxon chuckled. "Nah, this is way more fun," he said, his tone full of smugness.

"Whatever, let's just go upstairs," Piper said, itching to exit the conversation. You happily obliged, grabbing your bags and following Piper up the stairs without glancing at her older brother.

Saxon let his gaze follow you as you walked upstairs, focused on the curvature of your ass. The way he saw it, he was in the best possible situation. Your hot, mouthy self was going to be here for a week, and the more he hung around, the more opportunities there would be for you to be mean to him. Plus, he would annoy the shit out of Piper in the process. It was a win-fucking-win.

Saxon forced himself to get back to work, but his mind couldn't stop drifting to you. He pulled out his phone and did something he thought he'd never do—look up Piper's Instagram. Once he found it, he immediately went to her following list, grinning when your handle came up after he put your name in the search bar.

Your profile was set to private, which somehow made you even hotter. Saxon sent a follow request, then sat back and waited. Five minutes later, his phone pinged twice.

@/yourusername has accepted your follow request.

@/yourusername is following you!

The corners of Saxon's lips curled up into a smirk. Oh, this week was going to be fun.

-

You honestly didn't know what was wrong with you. It was bad enough that you allowed Saxon to follow you on Instagram, but then you just had to go and follow him back.

His bio was dry—just Saxon, 25, Duke alum—and his grid was exactly what you expected. There was Saxon, posing with a bunch of other douchey frat bro types in board shorts on a yacht. Saxon in a golf cart, flipping the camera off. Saxon in a bar, drinking beers in a Duke basketball jersey.

And yet...his account was weirdly appealing. You hated to admit it, but Saxon had quite the magnetic presence about him. You just couldn't look away. So you hit the "follow" button without a second thought. He was annoying as fuck when he opened his mouth, but you still thought he was hot, and life was too short to forgo the pleasures of following hot guys on social media.

"I'm so sorry about my brother," Piper apologized. "I swear, his sole purpose on this Earth is to antagonize people and drink protein shakes."

You smirked. "It's all good; I can handle him."

Piper snorted. "Oh, I believe you. But hopefully, he won't be bothering us too often."

-

The following day, you were awakened by a roaring buzzsaw's lovely sound. Nope—it was more like a blender. It was still obnoxiously loud, however.

You grunted, hopping out of bed to freshen up for the day and investigate. You ambled down the stairs, casually dressed in a vintage Georgia Bulldogs tee and shorts. As soon as you glanced into the kitchen, you spotted the perpetrator—Saxon.

"Morning, sunshine," he chirped, sounding way too chipper for...7 in the morning.

"Is it really necessary for you to make whatever concoction that is so early in the morning?" you snarked.

"Early bird gets the worm, babe," Saxon replied. "Gonna chug this protein shake down and hit the gym. You in?"

"I would rather eat dirt," you bluntly replied. Saxon chuckled, getting a glass out of one of the kitchen cabinets.

"Do you always have this much of an attitude, or am I special?" Saxon teased, finally shutting off the blender.

You rolled your eyes. "Saxon, you're already entitled and privileged enough. You don't need any special treatment from me."

Saxon still had that damn smirk on his face as he poured his shake into a glass. You wished you could wipe that look off his face. Guys like him were nothing new—rich douches who acted like they owned the world and expected everyone to fall at their feet.

(You ignored how he made your heart beat faster and caused a growing ache between your legs.)

"So what are you and my sister getting up to today? You gonna sit around and talk about how much you hate the patriarchy?" Saxon snickered before chugging his shake.

"You think you're hilarious, don't you?" you drily replied. "We're gonna go chill with Lochlan today, maybe go see a movie or something."

"Saxon gasped, dramatically clutching his chest. "Without me? That hurts, ___."

You shrugged. "Figured you would've fucked off to somewhere else. Don't you have to get day drunk at the country club later?"

"Not today. I already have 'annoy Piper and her hot friend' penciled into my calendar, and that's an appointment I can't miss," Saxon retorted.

"Do you always antagonize your sister's friends like this, or am I special?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Saxon grinned smugly at you, an amused glint in his eye. "You're definitely special, sweetheart."

-

Saxon had become a constant fixture at the Ratliff home this week. If Tim and Victoria had been home to witness this, they'd have been shocked. Saxon was usually content doing his own thing, preferring to hang out with his friends or whatever fling he'd bedded that night. But suddenly, he was very interested in spending quality time with his siblings, and it was all because of you.

You were surprised at Saxon's constant presence, but you'd be lying if you said it was unwelcome. You found that you actually enjoyed bantering with Saxon; it felt good to have a guy give as well as he got. He was definitely insufferable, but you would sorta...kinda...maybe actually miss him when it was time to head back to Georgia. (But only as a sparring partner. Piper may have been the one who wanted to become a lawyer, but you were the one who loved a good back-and-forth.)

It was Tuesday now, and you and Saxon had the place to yourselves. Lochlan was at school, and Piper was visiting a friend in Charlotte. You were lazing on the couch, watching a random game show, when Saxon ambled over, flopping down next to you.

"We should go out on the boat today," Saxon said casually.

You turned away from the screen. "Yeah, I guess we could go when Piper comes back."

Saxon chuckled. "Nah. I was thinking just the two of us."

"Me, alone on a boat with you? Oh goody, I've always wanted to get thrown overboard," you quipped.

"C'mon, I don't bite—unless you're into that kind of stuff," Saxon responded, his eyes drifting to your chest. Of course you had to pick this time to walk around without a bra on, not that he was complaining at all.

"Fine, I guess it wouldn't be terrible to get out of the house for a few hours," you conceded.

Saxon looked like the cat who got the cream. After four days, he would finally have you all to himself. The tension between you two crackled in the air—he knew you had to be feeling it, too. Saxon wasn't used to working for a girl's attention, but he actually enjoyed playing the long game with you. He knew it would be worth the wait in the end.

-

You hated to admit it, but you thought the boat life was pretty fun.

It was a beautiful day for sailing, and the water looked crystal clear. Saxon was a not-terrible boat driver, which helped. You sipped on your peach vodka High Noon, feeling utterly relaxed.

"You're staring," you muttered to Saxon, noticing how he constantly snuck quick glances at you while driving.

"Just making sure you're having a good time. You're quieter than usual. I don't know if I like that," Saxon joked.

You smiled—an honest-to-God grin—and Saxon felt his heart stutter momentarily. Fuck, as if you couldn't get any more beautiful. As fun as it was to rile you up, he needed you to smile like that at him again.

"I'm having a good time, really," you assured him, taking another sip of your hard seltzer. "You're not being a giant ass for once. I think I like that."

Saxon laughed, light and airy, and you felt your chest grow warm. What was happening? Were you actually feeling...affection? For Saxon, of all people?

Oh, you were in trouble.

-

After an afternoon of sailing, drinking, and banter, you felt sleepy but content. You took a nap as Saxon drove home, leaving the older boy alone with his thoughts. He had initially planned to get you out on the boat and maybe charm you enough for you to let him give you some head or at least finger you, but Saxon found himself having fun just talking to you. You'd opened up more throughout the afternoon, telling him your interests and hopes and dreams and shit, and Saxon actually asked probing questions to get to know you better.

Fuck, this was becoming more than just a horny crush for him. He was actually catching feelings. What would he do once the week was over and you returned to school?

Piper was going to kill him, but Saxon didn't care. He needed you.

-

Piper had texted you saying she was going to spend the night at her friend's house, which made Saxon secretly grateful. The last thing he needed was his sister fucking nagging him when he finally decided to make a move on you.

You and Saxon ended up having dinner with Lochlan, ordering in some Thai food from a local place. Lochy was a sweet kid, very soft-spoken but nice. Saxon enjoyed ribbing his brother, but he actually listened to you when you told him to lay off Lochlan a little bit.

After Lochlan went to bed, you busied yourself in the kitchen, putting the takeout containers in the fridge and washing up silverware. To your surprise, Saxon helped you, even volunteering to dry and put away the forks and spoons. You didn't know what had gotten into him today, but you weren't complaining.

Once the kitchen was clean, you and Saxon parked yourselves on the couch. Saxon stretched out like a cat, putting his feet in your lap, but you couldn't bring yourself to push him off. You liked having him so close to you.

"What are you thinkin' about?" you questioned, seeing how Saxon was lost in thought, like he was trying to decide something.

"Honestly? I really want to kiss you right now," Saxon admitted.

Anticipation swirled in your gut. "So do it then," you snarked. "What are you waiting—"

Saxon sat up, pulling you into his lap and kissing you deeply. And shit, his lips felt amazingly on yours. He lightly bit at your lower lip, eliciting a moan from you. His hands roamed over your body, caressing everything he could get his hands on: your tits, your ass, even your thighs, so soft to his touch.

"My room. Now," Saxon grunted, his erection straining against his pants. He led you by the hand up the stairs and into his bedroom, which thankfully wasn't close to Lochlan's—the last thing you needed was your crush's younger brother being able to hear y'all through the wall.

Saxon pinned you against the door, nipping at your neck. You whimpered before taking the chance to grind against his clothed erection. Saxon grunted, his eyes darkening with lust.

"Condom?" he asked breathlessly.

"I'm on the pill," you replied, smirking at him.

"Fuck, you're amazing," Saxon moaned, picking you up and tossing you onto the bed.

The two of you quickly shed your clothes, eagerly getting tangled up in each other. Saxon slid two fingers inside your pussy and was absolutely gleeful to see your juices soaking his hand. "Holy shit, baby. You're soaked."

He continued to finger fuck you with one hand while using the other to play with your nipples. He wrapped his around a nipple and sucked, the sensation of his hot mouth on such a sensitive area driving you crazy.

Feelings of pleasure swirled in your mind, and before you could warn Saxon, you were cumming all over his fingers.

"What a good girl," Saxon marveled, licking your essence off his fingers. "You may be a sourpuss, but you taste so sweet."

He laid you on your back, muttering about how he had to taste you from the source. You weren't expecting him to be incredible at eating pussy—it was always a miracle when a guy even managed to find your clit. But Saxon ate you out like he was competing for a fuckin' Olympic medal. You tried to keep your moans as low as possible, but fuck, Saxon was too good with his tongue. He found your clit with ease, licking and sucking at it like he was dying of thirst.

Your legs were shaking. You couldn't believe that Saxon Ratliff was making you feel so good. "I'm gonna cum again," you muttered, clamping your thighs around Saxon's face as you orgasmed.

Saxon looked up at you, his face shiny with your cum, grinning devilishly.

"Sweetheart, this pussy is amazing," he purred. "I already know you're gonna feel incredible. Just get in my lap and ride my cock."

You climbed into Saxon's lap, slowly sliding yourself onto his cock. You groaned at the sensation, relishing the way his cock was stretching your walls.

"Goddamn, you're so tight and warm," Saxon muttered.

You bounced up and down on his dick, riding him like he was a bucking bronco. Saxon's eyes rolled back in his head, and you felt smug about making him feel this good.

"Ugh, yes baby, feel so good on my cock," Saxon praised, shutting his eyes for a moment. "Fuck! Can't wait to fill up your tight pussy with my load."

You felt yourself clench at Saxon's absolutely filthy mouth. "Yeah? You want my warm cum, sweetheart? Need me to stuff you full?"

You whimpered, your brain short-circuiting. Saxon chuckled darkly, pulling out quickly and making you pout at the loss of his dick.

"What's the matter, baby? Missing my cock already?" Saxon teased, patting your cheek condescendingly.

"Saxon. If you don't start fucking me again, I'm going to kill you," you grumbled, not in the mood to play games.

Saxon leered at you. "Get on your stomach. I wanna fuck you doggy." Your favorite position—you guessed some men were good listeners after all.

You turned over on your stomach, ass up in the air for him. Saxon smacked your butt, enjoying the way it jiggled before he pushed himself in, causing both of you to groan again. He grabbed your hips, fucking you roughly and deeply. You felt like you were going to make an indent in Saxon's mattress after this.

Saxon groaned, loving the pornographic moans he was forcing out of him. He truly didn't give a fuck about anyone else in the house or the neighborhood hearing you at this point. You felt absolutely incredible, and his balls were just aching to unload inside you. But first, he needed to make you cum one last time.

He took one hand off your hip and found your clit again, rubbing it in slow, small circles. "You can come for me one more time, right? Be my good girl," he encouraged you. You gasped, coming undone yet again for him.

"Baby, I'm close," Saxon warned, continuing to pound into you. "Gonna fill you up so nice and deep."

With a grunt, Saxon came, his cock twitching inside you. You whined at the feeling of his cum filling you up—so warm, sticky, and thick. You felt like a stuffed-up cannoli.

Saxon slowly pulled out, lazily watching the way his cum leaked out of you. He let out a sigh before collapsing next to you. "Fuck. That was even better than I expected," he said, taking a minute to catch his breath.

You shook yourself out of your daze, feeling fucked out and tired but in the best possible way. "That was good," you admitted. "Really good."

"Hope you know you're not getting rid of me now," Saxon teased, pulling you against his chest. "I think your pussy put a spell on me or some shit."

You agreed—you definitely wanted to do this again—but you worried about Piper's reaction. "What about Piper?" you asked nervously.

Saxon shrugged. "She's an adult. She can get over it."

You couldn't help but giggle. "Okay then. Let's go get cleaned up."

-

When Piper returned from Charlotte, she had to pinch herself. There you were, relaxing on the couch—in Saxon's lap. You were idly scrolling through your phone while Saxon rubbed circles on your upper thigh.

"What happened while I was gone?" Piper puzzled. She'd seen your Instagram stories of you hanging out with him on the family boat, but she didn't expect it to lead to...whatever this was.

"We unexpectedly bonded," you replied, smiling coyly.

Saxon smirked at Piper. "You're not going to have a stroke over this, are ya, sis?"

Piper shook her head. This was an absolutely bizarre situation to wrap her head around, but if Saxon was really the one who made you happy...

"Just be good to her, all right?" Piper threatened her brother.

Saxon stared at you fondly, stroking your cheek. "Obviously. I'd be an idiot to fumble a girl like this."

[blank-potato]

Family Affair

Pairing: Lochlan Ratliff x Stepmother!Reader x Saxon Ratliff

Summary:

“Are you alright?” Saxon asks with fake concern, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Peachy," You grunt out through gritted teeth. His hand travels further, sliding up your leg, and you curse yourself for wearing a dress today. His fingers are teasingly light as he softly touches your panties, touching, but not enough to actually give you what you want. Lochlan notices the shift in your posture, how you curl in on yourself a little. It doesn’t take a genius to see what’s happening; it just takes someone who isn’t wrapped up in their own world. Or After boundaries were pushed between you and both siblings, Saxon is intent on teasing you without giving you what you want, whereas Lochlan won't let you ignore him anymore.

Tags/Warnings: 18+ Explicit content, mommy kink, breeding kink (brief? mention), oral sex, choking kink (minor), fingering, dry humping (minor)

A/N: The levels of degeneracy are quite high with this one, but I couldn't stop writing, and I'm going to miss seeing these freaks on my screen every week. Enjoy ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

Part 1

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You were convinced you were going mad. They would have to lock you up and throw away the key if this went on any longer. Every time you’d see Saxon and Lochlan talking, you felt like it was about you. The side glances or half-hidden laughs, the tension in the air made you sick. You were so scared that the secret would get out and your whole life would implode. Timothy would kick you to the curb, and you’d be left with nothing but regret and shame. It was getting hard to even look at him, or even Lochlan. It was unbearable having to avoid him, it was like kicking a puppy. He knew something was off, but you didn’t know what else to do. 

On the other hand, you couldn’t keep your eyes off Saxon. It’s almost as if since that day, he had cooled off. The flirty comments were far and few between, the looks more like glances. Had he gotten what he wanted and moved on?

It was so unfair, especially since you couldn’t stop thinking about that night. You hated to admit it, but you missed his attention. 

This needed to be confronted, otherwise it would eat you alive from the inside out. You knock on Lochlan and Saxon's door, which pulls you out of the whirlwind of doubt and second-guessing spinning in your mind.

“Come in.”

The door opens to reveal Saxon… shirtless, because life couldn’t be more cruel.

“Did you need something?” he says, almost sounding bothered at your presence, or maybe he just really didn’t care.

Never in all the time you knew him did he not care about you being around. You felt hollow.

“I just figured we should speak.”

“About?” he mutters, not looking up from his phone.

“The weather. What do you think?”

With a sigh, he stands up and finally meets your gaze, looking at you with his usual crooked smirk, but the gentle chaos of his messy bedhead softened it. He looked almost cute, but you had to put a stop to that thought immediately; that kind of thinking was dangerous. 

“Thought you'd be happy I'm leaving you alone.”

“I am!” you shout a little too forcefully, eyes looking right at him. The more you lied to yourself, the more you felt control leaving you again, like sand slipping through your fingers.

“I am…” You repeat softer, the words catching in your throat as you play with your wedding band to calm yourself, the metal suddenly feeling far too cold.

“So why are you here?”

His gaze is scrutinising, and you hate it. It cuts right through you, like he can see right through your carefully constructed walls, like he can see what you're really feeling. Everything you’ve been trying not to admit, even to yourself.

“You haven’t told Lochlan, have you?”

“I haven’t… is that all?”

“Yeah…”

“Are you sure?”

Noticing him move closer to you, and you step back until you can’t anymore. He made you feel so small, his presence towering as he crowds around you. His eyes locked on yours, he doesn’t have to say a thing, and he has you right in the palm of his hand.

His lips ghost your neck, making your hair stand up on end. Everything in your body screamed that you wanted him and needed him. Just the heat and scent of him made your knees weak.

He doesn't touch you, his arms are caging you in, but no part of him is on you, and it's driving you crazy. To have him so close yet so far, to see the condescending tilt of his smile, and not be able to do anything.

“Saxon, we can’t—”

“I’ll see you at breakfast?” Saxon interrupts, smooth as ever.

He pulls away, but you remain frozen. Your heart is still racing, your breath shallow, and your brain is trying to play catch-up. 

“I…” You start, but struggle to find the words to finish your sentence. You figure you took too long because he moves past you without you ever finishing. The door slamming shut as he leaves you there, trying to recollect yourself. The worst part is the anger you feel at wanting him back as soon as he leaves. 

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“Can you pass the salt?” Timothy asks, his voice distant, almost automatic. He seemed a little out of it, but you were sure it was just the early morning fog.

"Of course, dear," you reply, offering a practiced smile as you hand it over.

Sitting with the whole family, breakfasts tended to be a little more civil, probably because you were all too tired to fight this early. This was what families should be like, a brief illusion of peace over eggs and toast.

"I'm going to visit the temple today," Piper says, her tone lighter than usual, almost hopeful.

The conversation turns to her Buddhism journey, and you nod along, supportive. You were all for it and wanted her to experience all that she could, and if it meant her having a little less time to judge you, that would help too.

Lochlan offers words of support when no one else would. He was gentle and thoughtful as always, and you try to stay with it, but you can't focus.

Then Saxon cuts through the calm like a blade. You figure it’s something crass by the way his voice drops into that teasing tone he saves for stirring things up.

You hear Lochlan laugh along with him, and you wonder, did he really find it funny? Or was it just easier to laugh to appeal to him?

Looking down uncomfortably at your plate, you push your food around with your fork, appetite long gone, but Lochlan notices immediately. It was uncharacteristic for you to be so quiet. You always had something to say, a joke, a sharp observation, even just a hum of agreement to keep the air warm between you.

But it was especially odd that you were so quiet to him. You always talked to him. Always reached for him. And now, your silence felt like a wall he wasn’t used to being on the other side of. 

Saxon puts his hand on your thigh, and it brings you back to the present moment, your fork pausing in your hand. The way he’s touching you is anything but innocent, rubbing up and down, almost massaging it.

“Are you alright?” Saxon asks with fake concern, his voice dripping with mock sweetness.

“Peachy," You grunt out through gritted teeth.

His hand travels further, sliding up your leg, and you curse yourself for wearing a dress today. His fingers are teasingly light as he softly touches your panties, caressing, but not enough to actually give you what you want.

Lochlan notices the shift in your posture, how you curl in on yourself a little. It doesn’t take a genius to see what’s happening; it just takes someone who isn’t wrapped up in their own world.

The conversation continues as Saxon leans closer, his gaze flitting around the table naturally, and against your better judgment, you rock against his hand. The fact that this was the most attention he had given you in what felt like ages only made you want it more.

“Is anyone listening?” Piper asks, her voice laced with uncertainty.

“Yeah, go ahead, Pipe,” Timothy says, distracted, looking to the side, his attention clearly elsewhere.

The sound of muffled voices cuts in and out, and you’re left lost in the moment, chasing the feeling he’s giving you but not being able to fully surrender without being too obvious. He’s put you in a tough situation, and he knows it, the smirk on his lips telling you everything you need to know.

“What do you think?” Piper asks, and you notice the whole table’s eyes on you…

“I…” you begin, but there’s no end to that sentence. You let out a fake cough as all of a sudden Saxon starts furiously rubbing your clit through your underwear. You bite your lip as you try to focus. You know you’re taking too long to reply, but he just keeps going, never letting up. 

“I think I left my sunglasses at the villa, I’ll be right back.”

The words fly out of your mouth, and you scurry off back to the villa, with your tail between your legs. But you still find yourself missing him. 

Saxon: 2, You: 0.

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Saxon doesn't stop; he had made a conscious effort to be everywhere yet nowhere. Whenever you wanted him, he'd be distractingly absent, and when you were finally enjoying a bit of peace, he would be there to break it.

The only thing that could calm you down would be a nice shower. He couldn't possibly ruin that, could he? The spray of the hot water helps you relax, are you still horny? Maybe? But it's a more general horny, rather than a Saxon focused one. You're distracted when you hear the door to your room open, footsteps approaching the bathroom door.

“Timothy?”

There’s no response, but you hear the bathroom door opening. You notice a tall figure outside the shower screen. Clearing away the condensation, you see Saxon.  

"W-what are you doing in here?"

“Charity,” he quips, opening the door to the shower.

“H-hey…” you stammer, caught off guard as he steps in without hesitation. His shirt gets wet, and so do his shorts, but he doesn’t seem to care, focused purely on you.

“What? It’s for a good cause,” he smirks, his eyes glinting mischievously. "If you touch yourself in front of me, I might decide to help you out. I’ve seen how frustrated you’ve been lately, and I know it’s my fault, or at least partly.”

You don’t hesitate nearly as much as you should, but you must just be that desperate.

You start to touch yourself, your hands tentative and shaky, something about him breaking that little bit of confidence you had.

“Don’t be shy. You and I both know you’re anything but that.”

Sensing that, he steps forward and places his hand over yours. Acting as your guide, he slides both of your hands, lower towards your pussy.  He moves his hand and just watches, and you feel that he’s too far away despite you breathing the same air. It’s nowhere near enough, you need his body against you. You need him fucking him so hard you don’t remember your name, you need him to fuck you silly. 

You reach out for his hand, and he lets you take it. You step out of the shower, closer to him than ever. He’s so close to touching you, you would take anything. He could just hold his hand there and you’d rock against it, like a wanton whore. You try to, but he swats at your thigh in mock disapproval.

“You’re not gonna ask?”

“Can I please…?” You ask trailing off, the fact that you were naked in front of him was embarrassing enough, but the pleading was something else.

“Yes?” He says, placing his knuckles against your sensitive folds. 

“Grind against your hand?” You finish, keeping your eyes downcast. The look on his face was no doubt deliciously smug, but you’re not sure you could handle that.

With a sigh, he moves his hand from between your thighs, grabs your towel, and tosses it at you. 

“You’re dripping on the floor."

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Later that afternoon, the rest of the Ratliffs leave to go on a yacht without you. You were all for family bonding, but the boat ride on the first day nearly had you puking your guts out, so you didn't want to take that chance again. Plus, it’d be nice to have some alone time, well, if it weren’t for the fact that Lochlan decided to stay with you. He had claimed “boats aren’t really my thing”, which you highly doubted, but nevertheless he was firm in staying. 

After spending hours hiding away in your room, you finally come out. The grumbling of your stomach was something fierce, and no incestuous drama would stop you from eating. At least that's what you thought until you saw Lochlan already there, and felt your appetite completely disappear.

You turn away, but not quick enough, hearing a small “Hey,” from behind you. You walk up to him, trying to maintain a modicum of composure, “What are you making?”

“Just some tea Piper got. It’s supposed to be super healthy, and organic or something,” he says casually while inspecting the packet, “I can make more if you–”

“That's fine! I'm fine.”

There's an uncomfortable silence, and you look over to see Lochlan's face fraught with sadness. He fidgets with his watch, puppy dog eyes out in full force.

“You've been avoiding me, and…” He pauses, his voice quiet but vulnerable. “Did I do something wrong?” His eyebrows quirk up in concern, the uncertainty in his gaze pulling at something deep inside you.

You stand at the counter, fingers tapping out a nervous rhythm. You didn't know how to handle this? There was no chapter in the stepmom handbook titled “How to Deal with Your Stepson Jerking Off Onto Your Panties.”

“Look at me.”

His sharp tone of voice shocks you a little. It was cold and almost demanding. You look up and see his expression, he was frowning and looked serious. It’s only when you’ve maintained eye contact for a few seconds that the tension in his gaze melts, and his eyes soften again.

“That night when I was ill…did you hear anything?”

You shake your head, not trusting yourself to be able to speak. 

“What about the soup?”

The fucking soup. 

If only you hadn’t brought it back for him, you wouldn’t be in this situation. The tension still hung in the air like a thick fog. Your mind drifts back to that moment, seeing him like that, the guilt and frustration all tangled up in his eyes.

“What soup?” You say, playing dumb and forcing a nonchalant shrug, but you couldn’t play that dumb. Not anymore. Words weren’t exactly your best friend at the moment, though. He sees through all that. 

“Whatever you heard, I…” He pauses, his voice tightening, the tiniest crack in his usual composure. The way your legs close, or how your fingers stop tapping and instead grip the counter hard, he sees that too.

“I didn’t mean to. I just… I couldn’t help myself.” Before you can react, to argue with the lack of control and how many lines he crossed, he says, “And then… with you and Saxon.”

“Wait, what?”

Lochlan glances around the kitchen, biting the inside of his lip. He looked guilty, but not as guilty as you felt.

He wasn’t the only one crossing boundaries; the weight of your own actions hangs over you.

“I saw you guys. The kissing and then…”

The dread hits you like a freight train, and you feel like dropping dead on the spot. You just might. Anything would be better than this.

“Oh my…” Your voice is shaky with disbelief. It turns into a groan as you hide your face in your hands. Just when you can’t take it anymore, you feel his hands softly pulling your own away from your face. Lochlan’s sweet, but nervous smile comes into view.

“I won’t tell my dad or anything. You can trust me.” He says, his voice gentle, and you feel like you could trust him.

“I only ask for one thing in return.”

“And what’s that?” You ask, nervously, almost afraid of what he might say next.

You wait for his reply, but he steps closer, his arms caging you in, trapping you against the counter. Wordlessly, slotting his knee between your legs just like Saxon had done to you the night before. You open your mouth to protest, and you try desperately to hold onto any semblance of being a good stepmother, but he silences you. His soft but insistent fingers press gently against your lips, almost taking you back to that night yet again.

“Please, just…let me make you feel good.”

It takes a second to breathe, to steady yourself, but you nod at him… giving in like you did with Saxon. 

He lets his fingers explore, tracing up your inner thighs as you fight not to shiver against him. It's slow, almost agonisingly slow, but you hold on. It was like he was taking his revenge on how you had been ignoring him.

“Lochy…” you whine, but he doesn't stop, just continuing to tease you, and offering you no relief. Leaning in just that little bit closer so you can feel his breath on your neck. Just that little bit more and you’d lose control, but it seems teasing runs in the family as he pulls away with a cheeky grin.

“Lochlan,” you say a little louder, fighting to be firm and authoritative, as if you were reprimanding him, but it falls flat. 

You're completely weak to his touch, and you both know that.

Finally, he reaches your panties, the same type that he had stolen from you the other day.

His hand slithers and starts rubbing you through the fabric, finding the wet spot immediately.

“This wet already?”

You look away, focusing on the kitchen cabinets behind him, too ashamed to look him in the eye as he was taking you apart.

“Look at me, please.”

You oblige, feeling incredibly exposed, knowing you must look a mess. The little smile on his face only confirmed it. 

He peels the garment away from your aching pussy, letting it drop to your ankles wasting no time in diving in. He holds your chin in place, not letting your gaze wander as he fucks you with his fingers. You still can’t believe how wet you got for him. You were dripping with need for him, and he had barely started. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so turned on. 

“Is that good?”

“Y-yes,” you gasp out, and Lochlan's face lights up with glee, like a puppy that’s managed to catch its own tail.

It's clear that he's been thinking about this for a long time, the needy look in his eyes.

“So perfect, you make me never want to stop.”

“Y-yeah?” You stammer, hips bucking against his hand a little. 

“Never seen anyone so pretty,” he insists as he moves faster, the palm of his hand rubbing against your clit as his long fingers caress your spot. 

You want so badly to respond. To say something, anything, but nothing comes out but whimpers, breathless and shaky.

He leans closer, whispering against your ear, "I’d let you do whatever you wanted with me."

Just then, a thought flashes in your mind, throwing your head back. Lochlan is on his knees for you, taking direction like no one else could and laser-focused on making you feel good. 

It’s like he knew exactly what to say to you.

Just then, you feel something poking against your thigh and look down to see his cock pressing against you through his shorts. He starts grinding against you, matching the thrust of his fingers to it. Your mind can’t help but think of what it would be like if he were inside you. You imagine his body weight pressing against you as he gives you orgasm after orgasm, all the while telling you how pretty you are.

“What do you want me to do?”

Cupping your face with his free hand, you feel your heart thrum with excitement. 

“I want…I want you on your knees.”

His eyes spark with amusement, and you can see he’s about to do it. But fate has other plans as you hear voices approaching nearby, the sound of footsteps growing louder.

“We need to stop…”

“In a second,” he says, his voice low and urgent, nuzzling against your neck, getting lost in the warmth of your scent before pulling away reluctantly, like every part of him is fighting to stay.

His fingers pulled out of you, still wet with your slick and you adjust yourself, putting your panties back on properly, shuddering a little as your sensitive clit rubs against the fabric. 

“Wait…” He says, slightly dazed, but not moving away from you. The voices grow louder, not moving from the spot they were at outside. You had a few moments before you’d be caught. 

His hand goes back to your chin, and he guides your lips to his fingers, making you lick your wetness off. To say you were making a show of it would be an understatement; the way you were lapping up his fingers, you'd think they were covered in honey. Never breaking eye contact, you take his fingers as deep as you can, making his breath hitch before you pull away. You certainly wouldn't be winning any ‘Stepmother of the Year’ award anytime soon.

“Fuck,” he wheezes, appreciating your little show as he feels himself twitch a little in his shorts. He wipes his fingers on his shirt and presses himself against the counter, trying to will his erection to go down. 

The rest of the family comes in, not knowing what transpired just a few seconds ago.

“How was the boat ride?” You ask, forcing a smile, looking at Timothy and wrapping his hand around yours, trying to appear casual. You half-listen to the reply, your mind still tangled up, but you glance back at Lochlan for a moment, catching his eye and seeing just how satisfied with himself he looks. You’re just sad you didn’t have enough time to wipe it off his face. 

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You had definitely earned a place in hell or maybe you’d be reborn as a bug for this bullshit you were doing. Not one stepson, but both of them? There was clearly no going back from that. It plagued your thoughts, your night with Saxon, and now Lochlan fingering you in the kitchen. You wanted to go home, maybe there you would be able to get your head on straight. 

You kiss Timothy awake, littering his face in kisses. The more affection you showed him, the easier it’d be to move on. That had to be the case.

“It’s already 10, sleepyhead,” You whisper, but he grumbles a groggy reply. Knowing it’d be a while before he got up, you stumble out of bed and head straight to the kitchen for your morning coffee. 

Incestuous drama might stop you from getting your dinner, but it wouldn’t stop you from getting your morning coffee. Or at least, that’s what you thought before you saw Saxon making his godforsaken protein shake.

“Morning,” you mumble, eyes still half-closed. You had intended it to come out with a little more gusto, but it comes out quiet and sheepish instead.

There was plenty of space in the kitchen but Saxon chooses to brush past you, the sweet scent of his cologne filling your senses, and feeling the outline of his dick making you almost nostalgic.

“So you’ve moved on,” Saxon says, playfully, as he dumps his protein powder into the blender.

“What are you talking about?”

Yet again, you didn’t have time for his shit. You’ve been aching and waiting for him, but he only decides to rear his head to stick his nose in your business after you’ve done something horrible. 

“You. Loch. Kitchen. Ring any bells?”

Your heart races as you furrow your brows, wondering if he heard them.

“He told me.”

You sigh, because of course he told him. Of course, Lochlan ran straight to Saxon like some messed-up confessional.

“What now? Gonna call me a degenerate again?” You grumble, rubbing your forehead in frustration.

“Just glad you’re finally…letting loose.”

He invades your space like always, his fingers trailing down your neck, gently brushing against the expensive necklace Timothy bought you for your 6-month anniversary.

“Need I remind you this is a shared space?”

“Hasn’t stopped us before.”

And sadly, he’s right. You look down, his fingers now lightly resting on your throat. He pulls you in, stopping just short of kissing you, his eyes studying the way your chest rises and falls. You feel the nervous quiver of your lip as you anticipate his touch.

“Beg for it,” he shrugs.

“W-what?” You stutter in shock.

“If you want me to kiss you, you need to beg.”

The pride is suffocating, but you want it so bad. His presence is just right in front of you, his grip just strong enough to keep you from stealing a kiss.

“Please, Saxon.”

“Please, what? How am I supposed to know what you want, if you’re not specific?”

“Please kiss me,” you beg meekly.

He looks you up and down, and you feel especially pathetic. You were a Ratliff now, southern royalty, and yet here you were, begging for touches and kisses. Saxon just chuckles and lets go of your throat before going about making his protein shake, tossing things into the blender.

“But Saxon, I begged.”

“I didn’t say I’d give it to you.”

He turns on his obnoxious, little blender, your blood boiling as it whirrs loudly, drowning out any chance of you saying anything more. You stand there, left sexually frustrated, watching him casually go about his business, completely indifferent to the tension. You hate to admit it, but Saxon was winning by a long shot.

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You walk into the villa, from a clarifying stress management session, and all is clear. Your time in Thailand was still uncomfortable, but soon it would be over. You would pack your things, board that flight, and pretend none of this ever happened, go home and be free of whatever this mess had become.

You couldn’t lie, the sense of guilt and shame had whittled down to but a toothpick. The moral dilemma of sleeping with your husband’s sons had become more of an afterthought. The guilt would come back another day, but the horny is now. If you were going to go out, you may as well go out with a bang.  If you gave in to temptation, maybe you would be able to move forward. Ignoring it wasn’t exactly going well anyway.

Knocking on their door, you wait a beat longer than you need to, Lochlan opening the door this time. He’s all smiles and soft eyes, and it does boost your ego a bit, knowing you’re the reason why.

“Oh, hey.”

He steps aside as you slip past him, sitting on his bed like it’s yours. 

“Are you okay? Is this about…?” he trails off, his voice gentle, the question lingering between you both, unspoken, but fully understood.

“It’s about that.”

You pat the space next to you. He looks unsure, shifting on his feet, and nervous, like he's afraid stepping closer might break something fragile between you.

The bed dips with his weight, and he’s right next to you, so close you can feel the warmth of him without even touching. 

“I don’t want to play around anymore, Lochy.”

“What are you—?” he starts, but you cut him off, voice soft but certain.

“You want me, and I want you too. Let’s stop pretending.”

The words hang in the air, heavier than they should be, but honest in a way that leaves no room for hiding anymore.

You climb into his lap, slow and deliberate, your hands finding his shoulders as you settle against him. He looks up at you like you were his salvation, like he couldn’t believe you were finally choosing him. His hands hover at your waist, hesitant, trembling slightly, and you guide them into place.

“It's okay,” you whisper. “You can touch me.”

You lean in and peck his lips, soft, a little shy, and you both laugh, nerves and tension breaking just slightly. Then you go back in, kissing him deeper this time, slow and certain, like you’ve made up your mind, and there’s no going back. His hands tighten on your waist, pulling you closer, like you’re both finally saying everything you were too scared to before.

His hands travel down from your waist and he cups your ass with his hands before looking up at you innocently, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah, it’s okay, Loch.”

He kisses your neck eagerly, almost trying to prove himself to you. You feel the heat of it bloom across your skin, his lips insistent, breathing in your scent like it grounds him.

Your breathing syncing with one another, grabbing him by the shirt, you kiss him again, and he’s lost in you. The kiss is gentle and desperate, like he’s trying to show that he belongs to you, a silent plea in each touch. His hands trace your back, pulling you closer.

It isn’t long before you feel a hardness poking against you.

“I turn you on that much?” You say grinding your ass against him. He nods quickly, his mouth suddenly too dry to utter a word. You get off his lap and get undressed, each layer of clothing removed, only getting him more excited. 

“Leave your panties on.”

“Alright, Lochy,” You smirk, almost teasing, and move your hands away instead, focusing on your bra.

He wastes no time getting naked; by the time you’re making your way back over to him, he’s ready.

“I’ll take it slow, okay?”

He nods and holds your waist as you straddle him before helping lower you down onto him. The stretch is perfect, and so is the look on Lochlan’s face. 

“You’re doing so well,” You praise as you kiss all over his face, making him sigh in contentment. 

His eyes roll back when you bottom out, and you pet his hair, living for the way he’s leaning into your touch. You feel the urge to pull him closer to you and watch as he rests his head in the crook of your neck. You are full of him and have never felt so at home.

“Mommy,” He sputters out when you start moving your hips. It catches you off guard, but you can’t deny you liked it. The way he looked up at you like he said something wrong. Yet you hated how natural it sounded coming from his lips, like he had no idea what he was doing to you.

“Say it again.”

“Mommy, please.”

There it is, that same sweet sound reaching your ears, sweeter than any symphony you’ve ever heard.

His eyes flutter open and shut, the sunlight from behind you acting like a halo. His beautiful angel. For a second, he just stares like he can’t believe you’re real, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he blinks too long.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, voice rough with emotion. His hands travel upward, holding onto your chest, playing with your nipples almost curiously. You squeal at the feeling and move your hips faster. 

You bounce up and down on him, biting on your fist, doing very little to hide both your moans. It’s impossible not to squeeze your eyes shut, overrun by how good he was making you feel. Every sensation, every touch, was amplified, electric beneath your skin.

“Don't close your eyes. I want you to look at me.”

His voice was low, commanding, but still tender. It was a line that Lochlan walked beautifully, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel some type of way. You open them slowly, locking onto his gaze, and suddenly it’s even more intense, like he’s unraveling you with just his eyes.

And you let him.

He reaches up, pulling you to him by your hair and kisses you like you're all he's ever needed. It’s sweet, how needy and clingy he is, like kissing you is the only thing keeping him alive. You hadn't known it would be this good, otherwise you would have given in sooner and said guilt and shame be damned. 

“G-get me pregnant,” You blurt out, causing him to stutter in his movements. He then starts moving again, doubling, if not tripling his efforts, and sending you into a state like freefall. His eagerness and enthusiasm are not something to be scoffed at.

He leans you back until you're laying on the bed, and starts moving his hips, rolling his cock into you slowly but deeply.

“Like this, Mommy?”

“Just like that.” You hold onto his hips, guiding them in and out of you, moaning every time he brushes against your spot. You knew that he’d wake up with your scratches on him, and that only made you squeeze harder.

The door swings open, startling you both, but noticing that it’s Saxon, he keeps going without missing a beat.

“W-wait, you can’t—” You whine to them both.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” Saxon swiftly replies, closing the door behind him. His gaze lingers, shameless and amused, as if walking in on this was exactly what he expected, or maybe even wanted. Lochlan looks over at him as he’s thrusting into you, and you feel something change. Something about the way he’s touching you felt familiar, almost as if he were mimicking Saxon’s movements from the other night.

Before you can question that, Saxon distracts you. Subtlety isn’t your strong point as your eyes land on Saxon’s lips, your gaze lingering just a second too long before you tilt your chin up toward him. You feel Lochlan grip harder at your hips from losing your attention, but he doesn’t say anything, just holds you there like he’s afraid to let go.

Saxon kisses you without hesitation, and it knocks all the air, all the thoughts, all the restraint out of you. The kiss is rough and hungry, like he’s trying to claim you for himself, to brand you with the taste of him. His hands fist in your hair, the other pressed firm against your throat, holding you like he owns you.

By the time he pulls away, you’re dazed and lost in a dizzying, forbidden ecstasy. Your lips left swollen, and thoughts scattered like ash.

Blinking yourself back to reality, your eyes focus, but when they do, you see something confusing, to say the least. 

Lochlan and Saxon kissing.  

As soon as it happens, there’s an instant replay in your mind, trying to make sense of what you just saw. 

The hesitation on Saxon's face just before Lochlan pulled him in. Tufts of Saxon's hair threaded between Lochlan's fingers as he guided their lips together. Lochlan sliding his tongue into Saxon’s mouth with little reservation. It was hungry, like Lochlan’s hands holding him close. But also something desperate, like Saxon’s lips falling into sync with Lochlan’s. 

You were shocked… but you didn't hate it.

It was twisted, but everything about this trip had been. What’s one more thing?

You see him smiling into the kiss as he briefly looks at you, and he’s loving the attention. He needs attention. Not just Saxon's, yours too. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a message. 

And now that you got it, your heart won’t stop racing. Saxon pulls away first, slow in his movements as he looks at you while Lochlan resumes fucking you like nothing happened.

“Mommy…”

He’s lost in thought, watching your face screw up with pleasure as his little brother ruins you for anybody else. Saxon got a little bit harder, whether it was from that thought or the kiss, he didn’t know. He didn’t even know which one was worse. 

“Gonna— I’m close. Gonna get you pregnant.”

He kisses you again, but it’s like someone flipped a switch. Tongues tangle, teeth clashing in a rush of urgency, pulling back, a thin strand of spit still connecting your lips. 

You barely get a moment to breathe before his lips are on you again, and he can’t get enough of you. He was insatiable. You can’t focus on anything but him. All sense of control, completely out the window. 

You feel your body tense up as you clench down on him, your orgasm rolling over you in waves. Your spasms and shakes, guiding him into his own orgasm as he holds onto you, wanting to fill you as deeply as he can. You take every bit of it before he pulls out of you, cum dribbling out of your now empty hole.

But you’re not empty long as Saxon picks up your legs placing them on his shoulders as he eases into you; Lochlan's cum acting as lube.

“Taking it so well for both of us, aren’t you?” 

“So well,” You gasp brainlessly as you look up at Saxon, his strong arms holding your legs.

By this point, you’re already halfway to being spent. For someone with no experience, Lochlan did a number on you, and Saxon was finishing the job. He’s only pissed that he didn’t get there first, but a good brother always shares. 

Saxon starts to gain control of the situation, the way his hands guide your body, the confidence in his touch. It pulls the balance of your dynamic back to where it usually sits: with him in charge. But there was still a lingering tension beneath the surface, something raw and unspoken. Like no matter how much control he took, Lochlan had still managed to shake something loose in him, and no one knew what to do with it.

Saxon smirks, his voice low. “I want to hear how much you want it.” 

“So bad, I wanna take everything you give me,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Hear that, Lochy?” Saxon teases, his eyes glinting with mischief as he looks at his brother. Lochlan smiles back and sweetly adds, “Wanna try begging for us?”

“Please, fuck me,” The words tumble out of your mouth so quickly you can barely register what they’re saying. “Don’t know what to do with myself otherwise.”

Clearly, liking your answer, he gives it to you as hard as he wants, and you’re not complaining. 

Lochlan is already getting hard again, and you can’t leave him like that. So you take his cock into your hands, but the moment you do,  he immediately tries to downplay his needs. 

“You don't need to…”

“I want to,” You puff out between moans, and he stops protesting.

You jerk his dick a few times before taking him into your mouth. He lets you, eyes shut as he holds onto his own thighs. He thrusts shallowly, as you only get halfway down his shaft. Your lips stretch around him as far as he’ll let you go.

“Deeper, Lochy,” Saxon commands, reaching up and pushing your head down on his cock making you gag around it. The sound makes them both smirk just a little, enjoying just how thoroughly they wrecked you. 

“Hold her by her hair too,” Saxon says lowly, and Lochlan obliges without hesitation, letting him order him around, like he wants to please him just as much as he wants to please you.

You can barely keep up with both of them because you’ve never felt so full in your whole life. 

Your legs are trembling on Saxon’s shoulders as eyes fall down your cheeks from the lack of air; any more of this, and you might pass out.  You can only feel as Saxon kisses your calves, as they tremble against his thrusts. 

He drops one leg off his shoulder to free up a hand to toy with your clit, making you cry out on Lochlan’s cock. 

“Your mouth is so good, Mommy.”

The familiar stuttering of Lochlan’s hips tells you that he’s close and he pulls you down onto his dick as he fills your mouth with load. He was completely blissed out as he moans your name.

Soon after, Saxon's lips swoop in to meet yours, his tongue exploring your mouth, tasting what you hadn't swallowed. You can already tell without looking where Lochlan's eyes are. You had a feeling that kiss was a message too, one you couldn't completely decipher. You weren't sure you wanted to.

"Doesn't she look pretty?" He comments as if you're not there, wiping the spit and cum off your lips.

"The prettiest," Lochlan says agreeing with him in earnest.

Saxon, having all of your attention now, lifts your hips off the bed, pistoning into you at a persistent speed, the sound of your hips slapping against one another, echoing in the room. 

“Ready to come for me?”

“Y-yes," and you really meant it. Your body was wound up with tension, and you needed this release more than anything. 

Lochlan sensing how close you are, quickly leans down and starts sucking on your tits sending you over the edge. He cups them both in his hands, his lips travelling between the two. The reverent, soft touch was the perfect contrast to what Saxon was doing to you. You climax again, your scream muffled quickly by Lochlan’s hand. The room seems to spin as you lie there, your pleasure still fresh. The feeling of Saxon’s sticky cum, hitting your face, bringing you back to earth.

“Good girl,” he coos, and you accept the compliment with open arms or rather an open mouth.

The three of you collapse onto the bed, and the room fills with silence, thick and suffocating. Bodies still tangled, hearts racing, breaths slowly steadying. There is so much to be said, and yet no one dared to say it.

You think you’d all rather die than say it.

It’d just have to stay a secret, and what family doesn’t have secrets?

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[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

Treading Water Pairing: Saxon Ratliff x Girlfriend!Reader

The pool of the White Lotus Resort after midnight was a different world. The daytime chatter of tourists was gone, replaced by the hush of the ocean breeze and the distant clink of glasses from the resort’s private lounges. The water was still, the moonlight casting silver ripples across its surface, and the air was thick with the kind of heat that never truly left, even after the sun had set.

It felt stolen, like you weren’t supposed to be here.

Neither was Saxon.

Yet here you were—waist-deep in water, his hands gripping your hips beneath the surface, his chest brushing against yours, his eyes flickering between mischief and something darker.

“What if your mother finds out?” you taunted, voice low as you traced a single finger down his damp shoulder.

Saxon exhaled a sharp breath, his grip on you tightening just slightly. “Then she’ll make some passive-aggressive comment over breakfast and pretend she didn’t hear you moaning my name in the middle of the night.”

Your stomach flipped at his words, but you refused to let him see it. You tilted your head, nails skimming lightly down his chest. “That’s assuming I do.”

His smirk faltered for a half-second—barely noticeable, but enough for you to catch it. You had him.

He recovered quickly, stepping in closer, leaving almost no space between your bodies. The water made everything feel weightless, like you were floating between a dream and a mistake.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” Saxon murmured, his voice softer now, rougher, his fingers sliding down your spine.

You let your lips graze his jaw, not quite kissing him, just enough to feel his breath catch. “You love it.”

A slow chuckle vibrated against your skin, his hands slipping lower, pressing you flush against him. “I love it when you quit pretending you don’t want this as much as I do.”

Your fingers curled into his hair, pulling him in just enough that your lips brushed—a breath away, torturously close—but still, you didn’t close the gap. You wanted to make him wait, make him chase, make him feel what you felt every time he whispered something in your ear at the dinner table just to see you squirm under his mother’s disapproving gaze.

“Beg for it,” you teased, barely above a whisper.

Saxon’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenching. For once, he didn’t have a cocky response. Just the quiet rise and fall of his breath, his hands skimming over wet skin, the tension between you stretched so tight it might just snap—

His mouth was on yours, deep and impatient, tongue sweeping against yours in a way that was more desperate than smug. His hands slid down, gripping beneath your thighs, lifting you slightly so your legs wrapped around him. He groaned into your mouth, stumbling backward until his back hit the pool wall, but he didn’t stop kissing you. Didn’t stop biting, licking, sucking like he was making up for lost time.

Water splashed between you as he dragged you even closer, kissing you like he needed you, like something in him would unravel if he didn’t. His hands roamed, exploring skin damp with chlorine, thumbs tracing the curves of your waist, nails scratching lightly as he tilted his head to kiss you deeper, dirtier.

You gasped into his mouth when he pressed you against the ledge, holding you there, teeth tugging at your bottom lip like he wanted to ruin you right here, in the middle of the goddamn pool.

“Saxon—”

“Shhh,” he murmured, but his voice was too wrecked for his usual arrogance. He was unraveling, falling apart beneath your touch, beneath the way you were rocking against him. Hard. Desperate. A collision of heat and restraint unraveling all at once. He groaned into your mouth, hands gripping, pulling, deepening—like he was making up for every moment he had to pretend you weren’t the only thing on his mind all night.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, the water lapping against your bodies, your fingers still tangled in his hair.

Saxon exhaled a laugh, low and dazed. “That’s more like it.”

You smirked, running a thumb over his swollen bottom lip. “I’m just getting started.”

Then—a noise.

The shuffle of footsteps on the nearby stone pathway.

You both froze.

The spell snapped, the sharp contrast of reality hitting as Saxon rested his forehead against yours, both of you breathing hard, his fingers still curled around your hips.

“Shit,” he whispered, grinning like a devil, like he knew exactly what kind of trouble you’d just caused. “We should probably move.”

You swallowed, still dazed, still feeling the ghost of his mouth on your skin. But you smirked, running your fingers through his damp hair before whispering—

“Not yet.”

And just like that, he was kissing you again.

[murdrdocs]

fucking around w saxon, not exactly dating but not really fucking other people either. and he tells lochlan abt the shit yall get up to. he does it when you’re with them, too, explicitly telling lochlan the details about how your legs were in the air and your pussy was fucking juicing all around saxon’s dick. and eventually saxon just casually offers lochlan to sit in some day, to watch what the two of you do. and he goes a step further, too, telling you that you should “let lochy have a try”, like your body is just a video game or something.

[castieltrash1]

Heyyy! Would you be willing to write a Saxon x fem!reader story with the she fell first but he fell harder trope? I need to see that man crash out when he realizes he’s in love with her (like in that tweet about this trope where the “fell harder” person is like “if I can’t get married tomorrow I will start biting people” 😭😂) thanks!

ty for the req saxon is like a brain worm to me i became addicted to him so im excited for this :3

saxon ratliff x fem!reader; mutual pining, she fell first/he fell harder trope, mentions of sex, canonical doucheyness heh

you’re not someone saxon would initially concern himself with, especially when you begin to show interest in him quickly after meeting. he likes the chase, the ego boost he gets from convincing someone to change their mind about him. it’s less about turning hate into love, and more about the slight shift from bashful resistance to feeble acceptance. if he knows he has power over you right away, the spark dissipates. this isn’t to say he won’t fuck you -- but that’s probably all he’ll do. whoever you’re on vacation with in thailand (friends, family, even your own brain) will continually remind you of that. hit it and quit it, one night stand, muay thai and chill -- you hear it all.

but you’re determined, which he likes. if you asked why, he’d said he’s not used to women in his life being so forward with their wants/desires, though it’s clear that assumption comes from a very warped perspective of female sexuality. you’re simply the first person he’s really noticed doing it, something he attributes to a lack of external distractions. without pornhub and an explore page full of instagram models, saxon is forced to acknowledge that you want him, not just in the way he's used to, and you’re not afraid to show it.

of course, as he accepts this massive mind-fuck and spirals, you shift your attention elsewhere. if he’s not going to share your passion, why waste your time? you’ve got all of ko samui to explore, with or without him! spoiler alert, it will be WITH him because now he’s trailing behind you like a lost dog. it’s what he’s used to -- the hunt -- but he hates it this time. he hates watching you devote your time to anything or anyone that doesn’t revolve around him. you shouldn’t expect anything less from such a spoiled guy, honestly.

you don’t need to open your eyes to see what, or who, suddenly covered the sun from shining down on you, interrupting your scheduled tanning time. still, you turn toward the emerging shadow, cracking a single lid open to peer at saxon through your tinted shades. he’s in just a pair of swimming shorts, a conscious decision if the subtle flexing of his muscles and position of his crotch inches from your face is any indication.

“if i wanted an umbrella, i would’ve sat under one,” you casually remark, ignoring the way his gaze drags over your exposed skin, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

“i think we should have dinner together. tonight.”

“can’t. busy.”

his smile falters, brows twitching together in confusion. he knows he hasn’t been reading the last few days wrong -- you want him, and he’s ready to make your wishes come true. he blinks in disbelief, the silence between you two thick with anticipation, before he scoffs, fingers flexing at his sides.

“uh, okay. fine,” he says, feigning indifference as he stomps off like a tantrum-throwing toddler. “whatever.”

+ once saxon’s groveled enough to get you back, he is NOT letting you go. whatever outings you’ve planned or hotel accommodations you’ve scheduled will now be a couple’s experience! if it’s not something he can join (or make you cancel,) he’ll whine about it for hours before and after, only shutting up when you offer him some form of reassurance. basically, let him help you christen every surface of your suite and he’ll call it even.

white lotus weekend 🪷

[ferrariswiftiespace]

i loved your saxon ratliff x girlfriend!reader, can you please write more about girlfriend flirting with lochlan and saxon watching jealous, ending with saxon separating you from lochlan and you blow a kiss to lochlan.

thank you so much, yes i love the idea! should i put a name to girlfriend!reader?

saxon ratliff x girlfriend!reader

faceclaim madelyn cline

summary saxon gets jealous of you flirting with lochlan to provoke him

the night air is thick with heat, the glow of pool lights casting soft ripples on the water’s surface as saxon watches from the deep end, arms stretched along the pool’s edge. he’s been watching for a while now, eyes narrowed behind wet lashes, jaw tight as you sit beside lochlan on one of the lounge chairs.

you tilt your head, dragging your fingers through lochlan’s slightly damp hair. he stiffens under your touch, his face instantly going pink, but he doesn’t pull away.

“you’re looking really man now, lochy,” you tease, tilting your chin in approval as your fingers twirl a stray lock of his hair. “that outfit looks really cute on you.”

lochlan ducks his head, his shy smile barely contained. “oh—uh, thanks,” he mumbles, voice almost nervous but clearly enjoying the attention.

you grin, leaning in slightly. “i mean it. you’re not the same little lochy from before. you’ve grown up.”

“you think so?” he asks, sneaking a glance at you before quickly looking away again.

“mhm,” you hum, playfully ruffling his hair. “it’s kinda adorable, seeing you all shy.”

lochlan chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. “well, it’s not every day you say nice things to me.”

“hey! i’m always nice to you.”

he raises an eyebrow. “you called me a baby last week.”

you laugh, tilting your head. “but a cute baby.”

lochlan shakes his head with a small smile, then glances at you, his eyes flickering over your swimsuit before he can stop himself. “you look really good in that swimsuit,” he admits, the words tumbling out in a rush, like he didn’t mean to say them out loud.

that does it.

saxon moves so fast the water barely makes a splash, climbing out of the pool in one swift motion. before you can blink, his hand is gripping your arm, firm but not rough, yanking you up from the lounge chair.

“jesus, sax,” you laugh, trying to pull away. “jealous much?”

lochlan lets out a nervous laugh, watching as saxon practically manhandles you. “uh—dude, we were just talking.”

“yeah? well, now we’re leaving,” saxon mutters, his grip unrelenting as he starts pulling you away.

you and lochlan exchange a look before bursting into laughter, fully aware that saxon is mad. he doesn’t say a word, just keeps walking, dragging you with him.

as you pass lochlan, you lift your free hand and blow him a teasing kiss, your grin widening when his cheeks flush again. but before the kiss even lands, saxon is quick to yank your arm down, his grip tightening.

“you think flirting with my little brother isn’t wrong?” his voice is low, tense, but there’s something else beneath the annoyance—something possessive, something desperate.

“i wasn’t flirting, we were talking.”

“yeah, right,” saxon scoffs, shaking his head before pulling you closer. “just keep your hands out of his hair next time.”

[fuzzypursehoundzipper]

A speshy speshy night

Saxon Ratliff X fem! Reader

Summary : Saxon can’t wait to get you to your hotel room in Thailand.

Tags : established relationship, fingering, missionary, unprotected p in v.

Mature content! 18+ minors DNI!

The constant heat and sweat thanks to Thailand's climate made your skin glow and Saxon being Saxon was already super horny after the long flight and a not so speshy speshy massage.

It was already hard for Saxon to control himself in the flight from introducing you to the mile high club and now it wasn't helping seeing you glowing in a beautiful red bikini by the pool.

He kept looking at you like a lion looks at his prey and you kept on blushing under his glance. No words exchanged between the two of you just that look that only both of you knew what it meant.

Finally after a very long day and the dinner with his family the two of you were going back in your room.

Saxon grabbed you as soon as the room's door opened and pushed you again the wall. " You have no idea how much I have been waiting to get you alone in this room with me" Saxon said as he took off your clothes with passion in his eyes. "Have you bought enough bikinis for this trip?" He asked while taking his shirt off. You replied "enough for 4 more trips like this one" then he said " Good, because I'm tearing this one off of you" and in a blink of an eye he tore off your red panties along with your bra with his strong but smooth hands.

You jumped and he grabbed you and took you towards the bed. He threw you on the bed and you could tell by the look in eyes that you are not going to walk properly tomorrow morning.

He kissed you like you would slip away from his hands if he wouldn't. Then he went on to your neck and left some hickies on your collarbone even after you begged him not to. For which he replied "there are a lot of horny guys on this island. I don't want them to bat an eye on what's mine." And went along with his work.

After waiting for the whole plane ride to the country and the day, he Wasted no time in pushing your legs apart and forcing his length into you.

You still wasn't used to his big junk and it hit you hard every single time.

" Sax.. Saxon baby..You.." you said " can't even form your sentences properly can you?" He said as he kept on hitting that spot which made you roll your eyes.

He kept thrusting into you as you grabbed his shoulders for dear life. Your nails were digging into his back probably leaving scratches. His thrust were heavy and desperate to see you in the way he loves to see you.

It was only a matter of time until you came after he moved his fingers on your clit making you reach heaven. Seeing you in this form was enough for him to loose it too. After a few more thrusts he also came undone. He laid on top of you and kissed your forehead before laying beside you.

Both of you were breathing heavily. " I swear we are going to do this every single night in this city"

You laughed and kept your head on his chest and he said " go to sleep babe, you still have 6 more days to go. I don't want you to be tired for tomorrow." You listened to his beautiful voice as your eyes shut and you felt as safe as you can in his arms. As he also became comfortable and put his hand on your waist, You knew this trip was going to be a good one.

This is my first smut for Saxon Ratliff! Do let me know how it is in the comments! You can reblog! Like and comment! Enjoy! 🎀

Please comment and let me know how it is.. I’m open to any suggestions or improvements!

[hearts4hughes]

I DON’T LIKE SHARING | SAXON RATLIFF X READER

note: i need more saxon fics in my life!!

the problem was that you were never supposed to be more than a passing thing. that was the unspoken rule. a glance across the hotel bar, a late night on the beach, your hotel room, a secret. nothing real and nothing serious.

but now, as you leaned into some guy’s side, laughing like you didn’t feel saxon’s eyes burning holes into the back of your head, something shifted.

his jaw clenched. his drink stayed untouched in his hand. your head tilted back, your hand resting on the guy’s arm like it belonged there.

and that made him snap.

he didn’t think, just moved. slow, steady, pissed off. people turned to look as he crossed the sand, his expression unreadable. but his chest was tight. his hands were already curling into fists.

you didn’t notice him until he was right behind you, until his hand slid around your waist and pulled you back into his chest like you’d been his all night.

you stiffened and your breath caught.

“we have a time limit on how long you ignore me?” he muttered against your neck.

your spine straightened. “what the hell are you doing?”

“didn’t like the view from across the fire,” he said casually. “figured this one was better.”

then he kissed you. it was light, lazy, possessive. his thumb grazed your lower back like he was reminding you, just so you wouldn’t forget.

the guy beside you took a step back, clearly uncomfortable.

saxon didn’t even look at him. well, not at first.

“you her butler or something?” he asked finally, eyes finally flicking to the stranger.

the guy muttered something under his breath and walked off without waiting for a response.

you pulled away immediately, anger bubbling up fast.

“what the fuck is your problem?”

he just grinned; that same stupid grin like everything was going exactly how he planned it.

“i don’t like sharing.”

you stared at him for a beat too long.

because neither did you.

[genieswishes]

gotcha workin’ for it ft. Saxon Ratliff

MDNI 18+

pairing: Saxon Ratliff x Reader

cw: p in v (unprotected), pwp, mentions of breeding kink (no follow through), teasing, “baby” as a pet name, established relationship, random pop culture reference

a/n: this was supposed to be a Saxon and locker room talk, but the more I wrote, the more it divulged from its original plot… maybe I’ll revisit that idea when I can write a clear enough story for it.

“You’re always so whiny and pitchy.” SAXON RATLIFF mutters in your ear. He goes on to mimic your moans, exaggerating the way your breaths are stuttered. You punch at him hard to get him to shut up.

“What?” He grins at your response, taking advantage of the wide mirror in front of you two, lifting your chin so that you’re forced to face yourself. “Look, you’re literally heaving!”

He has your back arched enough that you can see how your chest is moving to his rhythm. Your hands are placed on his bed post as he’s got your hair in one hand and your chin in the other. He’s got his hips pummeling into you, his own body arching over yours so that he can rest his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re like…” He’s chuckling a bit. “Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!”

Your words were about to form a snarky comeback when he hits a particular thrust that makes you choke on your spit a little.

“Hey,” This asshole has the audacity to snicker at you. “Breathe, baby, breathe.”

Thank god you don’t go into a coughing fit. But you also curse whatever reverence is out there as your boyfriend leans back and straightens himself, stopping when you’re so close to your climax.

“You’ll need air if you’re gonna be moving, right?” His voice raising an inflection towards the end of the question.

“Huh?” And your voice does come out quite pitchy.

“Well, I’m not doing all the work,” He slaps your ass. Hard. “So, come on, back and forth.”

“God, you’re seriously a grade A asshole.” Yet you find your hips are already slapping back to him, your back arching to his pelvis.

His hands find themselves steady on your waist, only there to hold on to some stability and guide you to some sort of pace. Soon, your bedroom is filled with nothing but your wet squelching and a speed comparable to that of Ariana Grande when it comes to switching races.

“Uhh, fuck,” Saxon has long abandoned his motive to stay still, rocking into you as he palms your tits and enjoys how your ass bounces back on him. “Fuck, fuck, you feel real good...”

You’re so close, and you know he is to with how he twitches inside of you. You got him whispering into your shoulder, your name repeated like a prayer.

He’s calling you pet names in between his moans. “Let me cum inside…”

In usual Saxon fashion, he’s not asking with a “please” or a “can I…?” but masking his demand to sound like a request.

“Nooo,” You’re telling him unconvincingly. “Pull out…”

“What? You scared I’m gonna baby trap you?” He’s got a lilt in his voice, still teasing you when you’re both so close to finishing.

“Yes, don’t fuck around!”

“Yeah, maybe I will…” Saxon’s got his arm snaked around your waist now, thrumming into you all harsh. “Have a tiny me go running around…”

You’re yelling “Saxon!” but he feels you clench him at that notion.

“Yeah, and you’re probably gonna be calling for me just like that too.” His fingers are working magic on your clit, circling your bud in quick motions. “You know me… I’m a family man.” And boy, is he.

You can’t even respond, too focused on finding your end of the bargain. Your boyfriend is also stuttering in his movements, rutting faster to get to his arrival.

You reach your release before him, Saxon cumming right after and painting your back in white.

He falls on top of you, warm to the touch. You bask in the comfortable silence, deciding to ignore the mess that’s gonna need to be cleaned. Better to enjoy this quiet before Saxon catches his breath, right?

[ordinary-barbie]

bad moon rising.

pairing: saxon ratliff x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

summary: It's the night of the Full Moon Party, and you just knew some shit was about to go down.

tags: language, suggestive references, drug use, established relationship, mentions of infidelity but no cheating happens, Chloe being manipulative, pet names (baby and baby), reader is protective towards the Ratliff boys, rewriting canon basically

note: fic title from the song by Creedence Clearwater Revival. also I hope this is good lmao but I wanted to try my hand at rewriting something from canon!

Even though tonight was supposed to be a celebration, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen—and it wouldn't be good.

Your best friend always teased you about your innate ability to suss out the vibes of a situation, calling it your "tingling spidey-sense." You wished you could turn it off because this was a vacation. You were supposed to be having fun with your hot boyfriend, Saxon, at a luxe resort in beautiful Thailand, not worrying that shit might go down tonight.

When Chloe had invited you, Saxon, and Lochlan to party on Gary's yacht later, you felt something twist in your gut. Every cell in your body told you to say no—but Saxon and Lochlan wanted to go, and there's no way in hell you were gonna let the boys go alone. Chelsea seemed sweet, but there was something about Chloe you just didn't trust.

You'd seen how she'd looked at the brothers all afternoon, how there seemed to be a predatory glint to her gaze. You weren't worried about Saxon cheating—he was way too down bad for you to even think of straying. But you knew that probably wouldn't stop Chloe from trying. And Lochlan had become like a younger brother to you, so you felt it was your duty to look out for him.

A few hours later, it was time to meet with Chloe and Chelsea. When you emerged from the bathroom of your and Saxon's shared bedroom wearing a black bikini top and a teal sarong you'd tied into a skirt, your boyfriend gasped, taking a minute to drink it all in.

"Do we have to go to this party?" Saxon muttered, busying himself by pulling you close to him and leaving open-mouthed kisses against your neck.

You were totally down to spend the night wrapped up in bed with Saxon, but you weren't going to ditch Lochlan and leave him alone with Chloe. "Baby, we already promised we'd go. We can have our own fun later," you assured your boyfriend.

You felt Saxon's smirk against the nape of your neck. "Holding you to that promise, babe."

-

The night started off well, if a little chaotic. The city streets were filled with revelers, and you allowed yourself to be swept into the fray, enjoying the street food, neon paint, and the thumping bass of music blasting from the bars. You'd taken loads of photos with Saxon, Lochlan, and Chelsea (on Saxon's phone because you were a goody two-shoes rule follower) but also made sure to unplug and soak up the moment because when would you ever get to do something like this again?

Then Chloe brought out a little baggie with some pills, and your "spidey sense" started tingling again.

Chelsea gamely took one of the pills, but you declined before Chloe could ever offer you one.

Chloe groaned. "Come on, it's the Full Moon Party! Have a little fun."

"I said 'no,' Chloe," you firmly said, smiling politely.

"Okay then," Chloe said, turning to Saxon.

"I don't take drugs—I am the drug," he replied confidently. You couldn't help but giggle at your massive dork of a boyfriend.

"Saxon, Lochy, don't be boring," Chloe said, pouting. You stiffened, not appreciating the indirect shot at you. Saxon noticed how tense you were and rubbed soothing circles on the back of your palm.

"Nah, I'm good," Saxon demurred.

"Wow, you're so whipped," Chloe teased. "Lochlan? You in?"

Lochlan shrugged, taking one of the drugs before you could stop him. Saxon squeezed your hand reassuringly. "I'm sure he'll be okay," he said, knowing how much you worried, though your chest still felt tight with anxiety.

Chloe and Chelsea were giggling, ready to continue the party back on the yacht. You sighed, feeling so tired but even more determined than ever to look out for Lochy.

-

The vibe totally shifted once the five of you were back on the boat. Chloe, Chelsea, and Lochlan turned into a giggly mess. Chloe and Chelsea decided to kiss, probably out of boredom. Lochlan, high out of his mind, watched the two of them with rapt interest.

Chloe beckoned Lochlan to come closer, and that was the last straw for you. "Leave him alone," you said. "He's clearly high off of whatever the fuck drug you gave him and I can't let you take advantage of him."

Chloe looked peeved. "You've had a stick up your ass ever since I brought out the drugs. Lochlan is 18; he doesn't need a babysitter. We're just having fun."

"Party's gotta end sometime," you replied, shrugging your shoulders. "I don't give a shit if that makes me a killjoy or someone with a stick up my ass. I'm trying not to make this trip something he'll regret."

"Lochy, come here," Chloe purred. "Your brother and his girlfriend might be lame, but you don't have to be."

Lochlan looked between you and Chloe, feeling unsure. You knew the boy was a people pleaser, but he also looked up to you and Saxon a lot.

Saxon cleared his throat, standing alongside you. "Yeah, it's getting lowkey weird in here now," he said. "Let's go, Lochy."

Chloe scoffed. "You've got to be kidding me."

Lochlan stood up, ultimately deciding to join you and Saxon. You slung a protective arm around the younger boy, glaring at Chloe. "We're leaving. Thanks for the invite, but I think we've had enough fun."

Chelsea smiled sadly, enveloping you in a hug. She really seemed like a lovely girl, and it sucked that Chloe managed to have her under her spell. "See you around?" she asked, and you nodded.

Then you and the boys got the hell off of that yacht. You were relieved to have listened to your gut. Nothing good would've come from staying on that boat—you were sure of it.

-

You and Saxon spent the next few hours watching over Lochlan. You listened patiently as he rambled on about whatever came to mind and kept a constant eye on him, worried that he'd find a way to escape and put himself in harm's way. You and Saxon were relieved when Lochlan finally fell asleep, instantly collapsing into your shared bed and snoozing until lunch.

You and Saxon were sitting on the balcony, eating some fruit, when Lochlan came in, looking a tad groggy. "I totally blacked out last night," he mumbled. "What happened?"

"Nothing much," Saxon replied smoothly.

"You got high so we decided to take you back here," you said. "You were very interested in recounting the entire timeline of the Marvel Cinematic Universe to me and your brother."

Lochlan groaned, rubbing a hand across his face. "I didn't do anything else stupid, did I?"

"Nah," you reassured Lochlan. "I wasn't gonna let anything happen to you."

"Well, thanks," Lochlan said with a grin. "I'm gonna go get some water."

Once Lochlan was back inside, Saxon looked fondly at you. "Is it weird that I think you're hot when you're all protective like this?"

You felt your face grow warm—Saxon still knew how to make you flustered even after a year of dating. "So I'm not your 'boring' girlfriend?" you teasingly asked.

"Hell no. Fuck Chloe," Saxon said, capturing your lips in a kiss.

You were glad to feel more at ease now. Saxon and Lochlan were your boys, and you refused to let anything happen to them. The Ratliff family was a bit of a mess, but they were your mess, and you'd look out for them no matter what.

[blank-potato]

Mommy Dearest

Pairing: Lochlan Ratliff x Stepmom!Reader x Saxon Ratliff

Warnings: 18+ Explicit Content

Summary:

“Oh please, I'm not the only man in the house that's been enjoying the view.” “Yes, but only your father should be–” “Oh, I'm not talking about my father.” Saxon cuts you off, and judging by his expression, you can tell whatever he’s thinking isn’t good.  What? You pause and try to think, if not Timothy, then who–? “Lochlan?” You say in surprise, your eyes almost falling out of your skull, “Saxon, don't say shit like that.” Or You're their new stepmother, and the family has been going through...growing pains. So Saxon is a little freak to your face, and Lochlan is a little freak behind closed doors.

A/N: The Ratliff family's fuckupedness is a contagious disease fr. Also, I'm honestly surprised I didn't drop a mommy kink in there. I might if I fuck around and write a part 2 (update - I did). Anyways, enjoy the messiness :)

Part 2

❀❀❀

The Thailand trip had been uncomfortable so far, to say the very least.

The family had been going through changes: their parents' divorce, Lochlan's soon-to-be heading off to college, Piper's foray into Buddhism and her thesis, and, of course, Timothy's remarrying. Their world had been turned upside down in a matter of a few months.

So you understood why they didn't take to you being their new mother figure right away.

Piper seemed to be on edge with you. She tried to be polite, to keep things civil, and to be as accommodating as she could, but all in all, she wore her heart on her sleeve. Her father, marrying a younger woman, someone who had once been his secretary, just rubbed her the wrong way, no matter how much she tried to hide it.

You remembered the early days. You'd help out at the office, handle late-night calls, and sometimes swing by the house to drop off documents for Timothy. You didn't know that she saw the way you'd blatantly flirt when you guys thought no one was looking. To her, you were the other woman. And it was hard to reconcile that no matter how hard you tried.

Sure, the marriage had started with an affair, but it wasn’t just some fleeting dalliance. This was love. You weren’t a gold digger, no matter what they all thought.

“Good morning.”

“Morning,” you reply, not looking up from your coffee cup. You knew if you met his eyes, all you'd see was Saxon giving you “fuck me” eyes. Looking you up and down like he wanted to take you right there. In some ways, dealing with Saxon was more difficult than dealing with Piper. 

He wanted to fuck you, which was a big problem. Since you were once his father’s secretary, the two of you worked quite closely together. You were around often, and always just within reach, so when you became his stepmother all of a sudden, it was a surprise, to say the least.

But something as little as a title or a ring on your finger wouldn’t stop Saxon. If anything, it only seemed to make him more relentless.

You look at his face briefly to see that you were right and sigh into your coffee cup as you take a sip.

“Don't look at me like that.”

“I can't appreciate you?”

“Not like that,” You reply with a glare. He was always doing stuff like this to test your boundaries, to see just how far he'd be able to push you.

“Oh please, I'm not the only man in the house that's been enjoying the view.”

“Yes, but only your father should be–”

“Oh, I'm not talking about my father.” Saxon cuts you off, and judging by his expression, you can tell whatever he’s thinking isn’t good. 

What? You pause and try to think, if not Timothy, then who–?

“Lochlan?” You say in surprise, your eyes almost falling out of your skull, “Saxon, don't say shit like that.”

“Why not? Are you saying you hadn't noticed the way he looks at you?” Saxon says as if it's completely normal. He turns on his blender, and you contemplate.

Lochlan had been the kindest to you of the Ratliff siblings. He was the only one to truly welcome you to the family without any wary looks or ulterior motives. When you were worried, when you felt like an outsider looking in, Lochlan had been there, offering reassurance with an easy smile and a comforting presence. Lochlan was a good kid. The fact that he could even suggest something like that is disgusting to you.

“It’s going too far, drop it,” You declare firmly, your eyes meeting him for the first time this morning.

“Drop what?” Lochlan yawns as he steps into the kitchen with his messy bedhead. He scratches his head, curious to know the reason for all the tension and why you looked like you were seconds away from slapping Saxon across the face. 

“Nothing important,” You blurt out hastily before walking off, leaving your coffee unfinished. 

“Dude, what did you say?” Lochlan questions, his expression turning to one of concern. You and Saxon had your problems, but he’d never seen you react like that. 

“I didn't say anything, she's just being a hardass like usual.” His brother replies with an air of nonchalance. Before Lochlan can investigate further, Saxon pours his ungodly protein shake into a glass and slides it to him.

“Drink up, bro.” And he does very reluctantly. 

❀❀❀

“Are you not coming?” Timothy asks, pausing at the doorway.

“No, I don't feel well,” Lochlan replies sheepishly. He was pale and clammy, holding onto his stomach as if he were trying to steady himself.

“Should we send for someone, Timothy?” you ask, glancing at your husband with concern.

“No, no, I’ll be alright. I just need some sleep, I think,” Lochlan interrupts before his father can respond, offering a weak smile that does little to ease your worry.

Your eyes furrow, you hated to see Lochlan in distress. He looked nervous and pale, his usual easy demeanor replaced by something uneasy and guarded.

“Are you sure, Lochlan?” you press gently.

“Yes,” he insists, forcing a weak smile. “Go, enjoy dinner. I’ll be fine.”

You exchange a glance with Timothy, but ultimately, you nod.

“Alright,” Timothy concedes. “We’ll check on you when we return.”

As you leave, you can’t shake the feeling that something is off, but there’s no time to question it. So the rest of you leave for dinner.

Dinner, like everything else, was uncomfortable. Piper was tense and irritated, shooting pointed glares at Saxon for still having his phone at the table, while Saxon was too busy making eyes at the server to care.

“If they don’t want me to stare, then–” Saxon starts, a lazy smirk on his face.

“Saxon, don’t be disgusting,” Piper cuts in sharply, her tone dripping with disapproval.

Timothy sighs, rubbing his temples, and you wonder—not for the first time—why family dinners always felt like a battlefield.

“Don’t be so sensitive. It’s nature.”

“But that’s no excuse to act like an animal,” you say, your tone firm as you defend Piper. You can see the flicker of appreciation in her eyes, but Saxon isn’t letting up.

“Maybe,” he drawls, swirling his drink lazily. “But every once in a while, we have to let loose. Did you ever let loose? In college, maybe?”

His smirk is infuriating, his tone deliberately goading. You grip your fork tightly, willing yourself to stay composed.

“Saxon…” his father warns, his voice laced with exhaustion.

“I’m just trying to get to know my new stepmother better,” Saxon says, all feigned innocence. “If not college, how about before that? Or after? Surely there’s something interesting in your past, a few skeletons in your closet?”

You sigh, standing up from the table. You knew he wanted a reaction and you’d be damned if you gave it to him.

“Honey–” Timothy starts to say in an apologetic tone, but you stop him with a comforting pat on his shoulder. 

“It’s okay. You’ll have to excuse me, I'm going to go check on Lochlan. Maybe get him some soup or something.”

You disappear from the table, but you can still feel Saxon’s eyes on you, like always.

❀❀❀

You enter the villa, kicking off your shoes and making a beeline to Lochlan’s room. You had stopped by the front desk and had them order some soup for him. You set the tray down carefully, placing it on the kitchen counter as you head into the hallway leading to his room.

You don’t bother turning on any lights, guided only by the soft glow of the moonlight drifting in through the windows. The quiet hum of the night surrounds you, only broken by faint sounds coming from Lochlan’s room. You begin to worry, scared that he was actually in more pain than he was letting on. 

“F-fuck…” You hear Lochlan say from his room. You're about to enter when you see something you shouldn't see through his door that was left ajar. His hand was wrapped around his dick as he jerks off, his hips stuttering and twitching with each touch.

His face was contorted into one of desperation as he flicks his fingers over the head of his cock, using his precum as extra lube. 

You’re about to turn away, completely mortified, when you notice something in his hand. Something white that he’s rubbing against.

Your heart sinks when you notice that it’s your white panties furled in his hand, and to make matters worse he says your name, his voice cracking midway through.

He puts it over the head of his cock and starts fisting his cock that much harder, his hips trembling.

You don’t know how to feel. Your sweet, innocent Lochlan was fantasising about you just like Saxon said. You didn’t want to believe it, but as you watch him lift your underwear to his face and breathe in your scent, you have to.

He moves his hand up and down his slick cock desperately while trying (and failing) to keep quiet. He falls back against the bed, lifting his hips to fuck his hand, the sound of his fist meeting his thrusts sounding obscene to you. 

“You like that?” He breathes out, his eyes squeezed shut, his expression one of pure ecstasy. You could only imagine what he’s thinking, but it must be something special the way he says your name over and over again like a mantra. 

“Need to fill your pussy up.”

Your heart was broken that he could be talking about you that way, but it also intrigued you. 

He was talking so filthily about you, you had never seen this side of Lochlan. So free and overrun by feeling. He was always such a people pleaser, bending over backwards to make everyone comfortable. To hear him talk so explicitly about wanting you, about wanting to fill you up with his cum, had you feeling breathless. 

He lets his hips fall to the bed, breathing heavily before turning over to grind into it. He places the soft fabric of your panties against his face again and moans in pure delight. 

With each roll of his hips, you find it harder and harder to keep your composure. You watch as he works up a sweat all because of you, all because of his desire to have you. You can't help but imagine yourself underneath him, guiding his hips to you, encouraging him to fuck you harder.

“Need you so bad…”

He gasps and pulls his hand away for a moment before going back to stroking his shaft. From the way he was trembling, you wouldn’t be surprised if he started touching himself as soon as you guys had left and had been edging himself since.

“Wanna… get you pregnant.”

That definitely knocks all the air out of you.

You and Timothy had explicitly decided not to have kids. You didn’t want any children, and he didn’t want any more, but something about hearing it from Lochlan’s lips made you rethink your decision. His sincere, desperate plea and the way he sounded almost like he was on the verge of tears did something to you. 

You see his hand start to move faster and his cock twitch in his hand and before you know it he climaxes, the spurts of his white cum landing on your panties.

He breathes heavily as he rides out his orgasm, cleaning himself up with your underwear afterward before tossing it aside.

You back away from the door, the shock of what you just witnessed starting to catch up with you. It had only just happened, but you were already thinking about it again. Flashes of Lochlan’s body appear to you like a flipbook. His perfect body, racked with desperation and desire for you. Each micro expression, from the quiver of his lip to the furrow of his brow...all for you.

You breathe in, and the shame you feel hits you like a semi truck. You just stood there and watched as Lochlan, your stepson, jerked off to you and you…enjoyed it. You were no better than Saxon, in fact, you were worse. Speaking of the devil, when you turned around, there he was. And from the smug look on his face, he saw everything too and saw your reaction to it. Wordlessly, you push past Saxon and out of the house, with no destination in mind. Just needing to erase what just happened from your head.

❀❀❀

You return later that night, long after dinner ended, and the walk you took didn’t do you much good. Timothy and Piper question where you went, with Piper complaining that I left her to fight against Saxon on her own. You smile at the fact that at least in one small way she considered you an ally, but the smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes, not like anyone noticed.

And you told a version of the truth of what you did after leaving dinner to Timothy, hoping that your internal dread didn’t show up on your face. Lochlan came out of his room, rubbing his eyes and running a hand through his dishevelled hair. You barely look at him, scared that the guilt might come out in your expression, that he’d see something you weren’t ready to explain.

“How are you feeling?” you ask, keeping your voice even, though your hands fidget at your sides. He takes notice of your slight nervousness but ignores it, thinking nothing of it.

“A lot better, thanks. I guess all I needed was a nap.”

He smiles innocently, and he looks so believable, like lying was second nature to him. It was hard to think of his smile in the same way after what you had seen. All you wanted was to go back to before dinner so you could look at that smile and feel nothing but warmth and closeness. Instead of shame, guilt and arousal.

You nod at him with a small smile before disappearing out of the room, much to Lochlan’s chagrin. His eyes fall on the counter and he sees a bowl of soup.

“What’s this?”

“Stepmother dearest said she’d drop off a soup for you earlier, didn’t you hear her come in?” Piper says. 

Lochlan looks back at the soup on the kitchen counter, which had long since gone cold and with a distant expression says, “No…I didn’t.”

❀❀❀

Hours later, after everyone has gone to bed, you sit out by the pool on one of the lounge chairs, staring at the water as your thoughts swirl.

"Having fun?" a familiar and especially annoying voice says before settling down beside you. You don’t have to look to know it’s Saxon.

“Leave me alone.”

You felt sick to your stomach, thinking about Lochlan like that. You were supposed to be his new mother figure, but how were you supposed to do that when you knew how he really felt about you?

“Why would I do that?” Saxon says snapping you from your thoughts. His bullshit was the last thing you wanted to deal with after what just happened.

“After all the shit you gave me for bringing up Lochlan eyeing you up–”

“Saxon–” You try to interject, but he keeps talking, his voice laced with smug satisfaction.

“You watched as he came for you and from the look on your face…” he pauses to chuckle, “You liked it.”

A second wave of shame hits you, a tsunami of guilt and self-reproach, making you feel like the worst person on the planet. 

“And you call me a degenerate.”

His fingers trace your lips, slow and deliberate, and you find yourself frozen in place. You don’t move or pull away. You just sit there, your breaths shallow, your heart hammering in your chest.

“You fight and go on and on about how this is wrong. But you want me too, don't you?” He asks, even though he already knows the answer.

You could admit, Saxon was handsome. You saw the way he'd charm the pants off anyone he wanted.

Even when you were just Timothy's secretary, you saw him flirting with girls at work, with no intention of having anything meaningful with them. Not to mention how he'd call you into his office just to flirt with you, and watch you squirm. 

“Plus, I’m a little more age-appropriate.”

Again, where you would usually snap back and argue with him, the energy to fight is completely gone. He takes your silence as an answer and leans in to kiss you, and you don't stop him. You let him take you by the waist and pull you closer, his touch giving way to a dangerous feeling inside of you. 

He spreads your legs and climbs between them, his knee resting against your sensitive spot, causing you to let out a little whine. 

You pull back, suddenly remembering where you are, and anyone in the family could wake up and see you through the glass windows and doors. 

“Out here? We can’t, someone might catch us,” you whisper at him, the shame creeping back up your spine.

“Who cares?” He huffs, his hands caressing your inner thighs.

“Saxon, no. What if Piper or your father or…?”

“Lochy?” Saxon murmurs against your ear, making you shiver at the feeling as well as the thought of Lochlan watching the two of you. “I think he’d enjoy it.”

Little did you know, your fears were already being realised. Lochlan had woken up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water when he saw the two of you. Curious, he went up to the window, and before he could go out, he saw Saxon pull you in and kiss you and how you did nothing to stop it. In fact, you kissed him back.

That’s all it took for him to get turned on, his dick pressing against the confines of his boxers begging to be released. Your whispered moans reach his ears only faintly through the window that was cracked open, but he wishes he could hear more.

He watches as Saxon pulls you to the edge of the pool chair and kiss his his way around your thighs, fondling your ass with his big hands. 

And when he pulls off your shorts in one fell swoop, Lochlan loses any sense of self-control and reaches into his boxers, thrusting into his hand shakily. He swears he’s never been this horny in his entire life. And the way after a few strokes his cock is already twitching like he’s going to cum reflects that. He forces himself to slow down; the biting pain of edging himself again had him reeling. He had to drag this out as long as possible, he wouldn’t finish until you and Saxon did. 

Back outside, Saxon looks up at you, and you’re waiting in anticipation for him to make the first move.

Your heart almost leaps out of your chest as you watch him get on his knees for you, his hands caressing the obvious wet spot on your underwear.

You feel embarrassed that after months of saying no that he finally wore you down, that he won. But once you feel his tongue glide over your sensitive spot through the lacy material of your panties, you feel like it was worth it.

He doesn’t waste time and pulls you to him, pushing aside the fabric with his teeth.

You watch his back muscles ripple when he grips onto your hips, moving you back and forth to make you ride his nose. The rough treatment, puts you on a whole new plane of existence, as he laps up at your folds while his nose grinds against your clit.

You had heard stories about Saxon in bed around the office but you never thought he’d be this damn good at it. He continues ravaging you as your back arches up from the pool chair, your toes curling in pure pleasure.

Much to your disappointment, he pulls away, and you miss his touch as soon as he does. The way he was looking up at you, his face covered in your wet slick, had you wanting to finish right there on the spot.

“Ready?”

You weren’t sure if you were, but you nodded regardless. He sheds himself of his boxers and places them next to him as you look on in awe at his package. The expression on your face gives him an ego boost (not like he needed one) and he works over his cock a few more times before placing his hips between yours.

He looks up and at that moment sees Lochlan staring at the pair of them, but neither of them stop what they’re doing. Some sick part of them is urged to keep going, especially because they’re watching each other. Lochlan wants to see Saxon ruin you, and Saxon wants Lochlan to see him ruin you. And so like a good brother, he makes sure not to take your underwear off and instead pushes them to the side again as he fucks into your wet hole, he might even swipe them for Lochy later.

“I’m gonna breed that slutty little hole of yours, understood?” He purrs against your skin as he leans back down towards you.

The implication that he’s trying to get you pregnant hits you hard again. The way he said it makes you feel reckless and dirty. He then holds onto your waist, starting to use you like a fleshlight as he pulls you down onto him. 

“I asked a question.”

“S-sorry, I understand,” You stutter out as you bite back the moans, threatening to leave your lips.

You were so far from being in control, despite your new role as matriarch of the family. Saxon destroyed all that, he made it exceptionally clear who was really in control tonight. But more than that wanted him to tell you what to do; you needed his control.

The sensations rising within you become too much, so you bite your hand trying to stop your moans from getting out. Saxon sees this and, without missing a beat, pulls away your hand and shoves his boxers in your mouth to replace them.

The fact that he had been wearing them all day, the way his salty taste of his precum that had leaked into it, and how the smell of him still lingered all worked together to turn you on that much more. You kind of understood why Lochlan did what he did.

Suddenly, he lifts your shirt and bra, sucking on your hard nipples and you squeal, the makeshift gag in your mouth doing little to hide it. But even then, Saxon doesn't stop; as you fight to keep yourself under control, he revels in being able to make you lose it. 

It only takes a few more well-placed thrusts and his other hand rolling his nipple between his fingers to make you come. Your whole body shaking as you hold back the scream of pleasure you want oh-so badly to let out. Saxon’s orgasm follows not too shortly after yours, his moan coming out right against your ear as you feel his load fill you up. Your legs shaking as you wrap them around his waist to feel him that much deeper inside of you.

Inside the house, unbeknownst to you, Lochlan also finishes pretending that it was him cumming inside you and not Saxon or if he was really being honest with himself, him cumming alongside Saxon. He comes down from his high, making sure to milk every last bit of his orgasm before going back to bed with his cum-stained boxers, sure that he’ll be thinking about what he saw in the morning. As for you and Saxon, he heads in first, giving your head a condescending pat as he leaves you on the pool chair completely and utterly wrecked. 

You go to bed after cleaning up a little and relax into the sheets. Timothy reaches out immediately and holds you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. It feels good, feels right. But a part of you is still thinking about the brothers. The fact that Saxon’s cum is still inside you and the fact that somewhere in this villa are your panties stained with Lochlan’s.

That’s the sort of thing that keeps you up all night for all the wrong reasons. 

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Saxon x girlfriend!reader where reader is basically the girl everyone wants that Saxon chased after not because he liked her but because he had to have what no one else could. They start dating and Saxon genuinely falls in love with her and dose everything he can to impress her but she’s very “whatever” about his efforts because she’s just satisfied with having a boyfriend with money and she was willing to turn a blind eye if he cheated but then he starts telling her how much he loves her and she’s just like “yeah right” and expects him to cheat any minute. It turns into this pathetic chase that his family witnesses first hand when they go to the white lotus. Maybe it even gets to the point where she avoids him during the trip like running off with his siblings or doing activities on her own. You can decide the rest.

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Pairing: Saxon Ratliff x Girlfriend!Reader

Saxon was never supposed to fall in love with you.

You were just a status symbol, the most sought-after girl in his world, the one everyone wanted but only he got to have. That was the point—why he asked you out in the first place. You were untouchable, a trophy to be won, and he was the guy who won you.

And you? You thought he was cute. He was rich, not as insufferable as the other trust-fund losers that constantly threw themselves at you, and—most importantly—dating him made life easier.

So you said yes.

And somewhere along the way, he fell in love for real.

If Saxon thought this vacation was going to bring you closer, he was a fucking idiot.

You spent most of your time avoiding him, filling your days with spa treatments, yoga classes, and endless glasses of overpriced rosé with Piper while he chased you like some lovesick puppy.

At dinner, you barely spoke to him, more focused on your wine than whatever conversation his family was pretending to have. When the night wound down, you’d finally give him your attention—dragging him to bed, letting him have you, but only when you wanted.

It was just enough to keep things smooth.

And yet, he wouldn’t stop trying.

More gifts. More attention. More effort.

At first, you ignored it—thinking it was just a game, the way rich boys got obsessive when something they owned started slipping from their grasp. But the way he watched you, the way he kept pushing to spend more time together, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered…

It felt real.

You weren’t sure how it happened, but somewhere between another overpriced dinner and another bottle of wine, you found yourself alone with him on the villa’s balcony—the air thick with something unspoken, the glow of the infinity pool casting blue light against his skin.

He was nervous. You could tell.

“You know,” he started, turning a half-full glass in his hand, “I wasn’t supposed to feel this way about you.”

You raised a brow, lazily sipping your wine. “What way?”

Saxon looked at you then, really looked at you, and the vulnerability in his eyes made something uncomfortable stir in your chest.

“I love you.”

You laughed. A quiet, disbelieving breath of laughter, because that was the last thing you ever expected to hear.

“You don’t,” you said simply, shaking your head, because how could he?

“I do.” He leaned forward, setting his glass down, his voice softer now, but certain. “You think you don’t have anything to offer me but your looks, but you don’t even see yourself the way I do.”

You froze.

Because that was the part that got you.

Not the “I love you.” Not the romantic confession.

But the fact that he saw right through you.

That he knew. That he understood.

And that scared you more than anything else ever had.

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Timothy Ratliff/OC ~ Timothy Ratliff/Reader

We have a little jealous!Tim, some awkward situations, and a confession...

“Tim, get in the bathroom.” I scream-whispered to him, panicked when Saxon kept knocking. Tim was fumbling to pull up his shorts and I was trying to get him out of the chair. 

“He’ll go away. Just ignore him.” Tim said and I was beyond irritated that he didn’t lower his voice. That he wasn’t fucking moving. 

“Have you met your son?” 

“Callie, I can hear you in there. Just talk to me for one second.” Saxon’s voice was muffled from outside, but still too close for comfort. I stared at Tim, daring him to continue believing that this problem would just disappear.

He raised his hands in defeat and walked across the suite, closing the bathroom door behind him. And then I realized in absolute horror that I was still naked.

“One sec!” I called out, grabbing my bikini and Tim’s sunglasses and shoving them into the desk drawer before pulling on my cover up. It was just long enough to cover my ass and it would have do.

“You okay?” Saxon asked as I opened the door and squinted at the brightness of the sun backlighting him. I stood on the threshold, trying my best to use my body to block the view of the inside of my room all while making sure all of the parts of me that I had no interest in Saxon ever seeing were kept hidden.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“What’s on your face?” His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at my cheek and my stomach almost dropped out of my body. He was looking at his Dad’s cum. Jesus Christ.

“Oh. I was just working and…uh, that Pam lady gave me a face mask sample from the spa and I must have not washed it all off.” I wiped my hand across my cheek, trying to remove the worst of it. I could only imagine what I looked like. Probably like I had just been on my knees sucking his Dad off. 

“Sure, cool. Look, I was a bit harsh at the pool. You never slack.” Saxon shoved his hands in his pockets and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Was he nervous? “And I wanted to see if you wanted to get a drink or walk down to the beach or something?”

We both heard a loud bang coming from the inside of my room.

“I think my curling iron fell off the sink.” I lied before he could even think to ask and took a step closer to him, closing the door to the villa slightly behind me, “Are you telling me that you couldn’t find any hot, dumb girls by the pool to hang out with?”

When he smiled, I saw a hint of Tim in him. His smirk was the same. He was cute. All of my friends thought he was hot. I knew I should be with a guy like Saxon, or at least with someone his age. Our age. 

But he did absolutely nothing for me. In fact, he mildly repulsed me. 

“I’d rather hang out with you. Hot and not dumb. Much better combo.” 

Another crash and I started to sweat. Tim was going to fuck it all up.

“What is going on in there?”

“Monkeys?” I was desperate to end the conversation and not let everything unravel. Saxon could be naive, and an ass, but he was far from stupid, “Raincheck on the drink? I have to finish a report for the Bank of New York project and send it off by this afternoon.”

“Alright. Don’t work too hard, Cal.” He said with what I sensed was a bit of disappointment. He jerked his chin up as a goodbye and I plastered on a calm, completely fake smile while I watched him walk back up the path towards his villa.

“Are you kiddin’ me?” Tim barged out of the bathroom as soon as I closed the door, red faced, one of his hands clenched in a fist at his side.

“What the fuck?” I gestured at him. I had told him to hide in the bathroom and thought it was obvious that meant to not make a bunch of noise while he was at it.

“He was pissin’ me off! Does he think you are into him?” Tim asked and then I saw insecurity flash over his eyes. If I wasn’t so scared at almost being caught I could have reveled a bit in his jealousy, “Are you into him, Callie?”

“No! I’ve been telling you for six months he’s been acting like this and I guess it took seeing it first hand for you to believe it,” I crossed my arms. Were we really doing this? “What am I supposed to do about it?”

“Tell him you have a boyfriend!” Tim threw out his arms like it was the simplest solution in the world.

“And do I have a boyfriend?” 

“Yes!”

“Who?”

“Me.” 

God, hearing that from him was heaven. His tone was so final. So sure. So possessive. 

But it was also so completely fucking delusional.

“So I’m supposed to stop your son from hitting on me by telling him you are my boyfriend? That his Dad is my boyfriend? Do you see a problem with that?”

“Yeah, fuck. Okay Callie, it’s just…I just didn’t know.” He lowered his voice and I could tell he was trying to wrestle with his words.

“It’s fine. Just believe me when I tell you he’s been trying to get in my pants and also believe me when I say I have no interest.” I promised. I hadn’t so much as thought about anyone else since Tim came into my life. 

“I raised him to have good taste at least.” He broke into a grin, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I’m also going to make sure he keeps his hands to himself.”

“You do that.” I shook my head as if I didn’t believe him.

“I’m dead serious Callie. You are mine.” 

“Uh huh.”

“I know you think this is funny, but I’m pissed, baby.” He said as bent and hooked an elbow behind my knees to pick me up and toss me on the freshly made bed. He moved to lay next to me, propped up on his forearm to look at me, “I haven’t been doing a good job making it clear that you are off-limits.” 

“Off-limits?” I rolled my body to face his, “Bit of a double-standard.”

“Well, fuck. Maybe I don’t want it to be.”

My stomach knotted. We were dancing close to what felt like brand new territory for us. For over a year there have been no labels, no explanations. It was a mutually beneficial affair. And a friendship. And for me, love.

Love.

“Tim, you said you loved me.” My brain circled back to before we were interrupted and it almost physically hurt to push the words out of my mouth. I watched his face for any signs of embarrassment or regret that he had said something false in the heat of the moment. I found nothing but openness in his blue eyes.

“Yeah. I did.” 

I took a deep breath, desperate to portray the same calmness he radiated. It was almost impossible after hearing him confirm everything I had wanted to hear. 

Because it made me want to jump on him and also yell at him for making me constantly question everything. I had been starting to think I had given up my entire life, had built so much on a sordid secret, all for him. That it would never be anything more than sex.

But there he was, inches away from me and looking at me as if it was the most indisputable thing in the entire world.

“Can we talk about that?” This time I failed at giving much of a voice at all to the words and they came out barely above a whisper.

“I thought you knew, Callie. How could you not know?”

I sat up, wanting the higher ground in the conversation when he had the audacity to look at me as if I was completely clueless.

I can’t know when you’ve literally never said! I can’t know when you won’t leave your wife! I wanted to scream at him. Fucking men. I took another deep breath.

“Tim….you’ve…”

“If you don’t feel the same way, I understand.” He jumped in before I could even put a coherent thought together, looking up at me while reaching for my hand and I let him have it. I’d let him have anything he wanted.

I wanted to laugh at the two of us — educated, successful — and terrible communicators. 

I threw my right leg over his waist and moved so I was straddling him, gently pressing my hands on his abdomen to keep him flat against the bed, “I think it’s pretty obvious how I feel about you. How could you not know?” I parroted his words back to him as his hands encircled my waist.

He was getting hard again and I recklessly rubbed myself against his crotch. I could feel the shape of him perfectly through the thin linen of his shorts, and didn’t care if I left a wet spot on the fabric. He deserved it for all of the emotional whiplash he gave me.

“When is it going to be real between us, Tim?” I asked, pausing the roll of my hips to try and coax an answer from him.

“Soon, honey. We’re gonna talk about it when we go to Phuket. I have a plan for everything. We just need to close this deal with the New York account and then things are changing.” He gripped my waist a little tighter and then moved his hands down to my ass, “You can hold on a little bit longer for me, can’t you baby girl?”

Something about his voice seemed so sincere, so definitive. I allowed myself a little more hope. He had kept his promises to me about everything else. 

“Callie, I need to hear you say it.” 

“I can wait.” I nodded, “A few more days.” 

I’d have to seriously re-evaluate my life and my choices if I left Thailand in the same situation I came there in. That would be my line in the sand. 

“Good girl.” 

He was going to kill me. His words had disarmed me enough for him to maneuver me on my back and push my coverup over my hips. He brushed a knuckle against my clit and I nearly lost it right there. 

“Now I need to get back to reminding you who you belong to.” Tim said as he got off the bed and tugged on both of my legs until my ass was at the edge of it. He held me there, leaned over me and capturing my mouth in a kiss I felt in an entirely different way.

He was still kissing me just as deliciously as he always had, but I had only seen the surface of it before — the want, the chemistry. Now I felt his need. His care for me. 

And then I felt his palm cup me right before he pushed a finger into me, the coldness of his wedding ring jarring against the warmth of him. Then another finger. Then a third. 

“Fuck!” I moaned, letting my body have its own mind as I moved against his touch. His thumb rubbed circles against my clit just slowly enough to keep the growing pleasure in my belly from breaking open.

“I’ll get you there, baby, but you need to tell me who you belong to.” It was a near growl against my neck as he kissed down to my collarbone. 

“You.” I breathed, desperate for a bit more pressure from his touch. He was holding back on purpose.

His other hand moved down my body as he pulled away until his only connection with me was his fingers still stretching me, making me mindless. 

“Callie, I can’t hear you.” 

Only part of me was aware that he had knelt down at the side of the bed, moving my calves so they rested on his shoulders. My entire body was tense, focused on the frustration of being so close to orgasm.

I almost shattered when I felt him pull out his fingers. I opened my eyes to see his blue eyes looking at me from between my thighs, his mouth so close to where I needed it. 

“Baby…” 

“Tim it’s you! It’s you.” It was easier than I imagined to rip that out from my heart, because I meant it. We both knew it, but it didn’t make my reward for it any less sweet when I finally felt his tongue against my clit.

He delivered on his promise to me quickly after that. And I made damn sure he would taste me on his lips for the rest of the day.