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You weren’t a part of S.T.A.R.S.

You weren’t even an officer. No, you were a receptionist who showed up at the early hours of the morning with your steaming cup fit perfectly in hand and often that warm jacket pulled tight because night receptionist enjoyed blasting the cool right at the desks. You were someone who made sure whenever a face entered or left they signed in, they a proper smiling greeting every morning, and that they always had someone who was willing to say even a few words to them. You were the front face of the station when people walked in, but you weren’t an officer. You weren’t Chief Irons. You weren’t even a detective up and coming. And you certainly weren’t like the captains you’ve met.

So why did you capture Albert Wesker’s attention?

At first, you didn’t notice it. When you had started this job months ago you had been warned that while he was surface level polite he would never be one to make conversation. If you could get more than a nod to acknowledge you had said something that would have been considered an improvement. But it wasn’t like it was a negative thing. You had been subjected to the opposite, in fact, where the person didn’t know when to close their mouth or let you continue your work. And being the receptionist and nothing more, you found that you couldn’t exactly say anything back to the officers. Just smile and try to focus on typing up the different papers that had been left with you in hopes of keeping Chief Irons satisfied. Especially since he wasn’t known to be a patient man.

However, on one particular day when one of the officers had been speaking to you endlessly about anything and everything, the door had shuddered open and in walked the man himself. Albert Wesker, his uniform immaculate and strapped tight to emphasize the physique you assumed was needed for the job he had to perform. At least that was a raining bonus of this job. Getting to see the fit officers from the S.T.A.R.S. sector often helped to balance out some of the more unpleasant aspects of it. Wesker had taken three steps in when he spotted the officer. Or, you had assumed so, as the man wore sunglasses even indoors and made it to where you could only guess his line of sight. It could have even been the sign in sheet he was looking at next to the officer, but you didn’t know. All you did know was that this officer was still chattering in that friendly tone of his you’ve come accustomed to when Wesker finally approached the desk. Normally, he would sign in silently and make sure you could properly see his badge as a confirmation of protocol, not that it wasn’t ever on display on his person. Then he would nod and head down the hall to his own office. Instead he broke that normal routine today and brought a hand up to touch at the officer’s shoulder, making him jump and turn. 

You were still smiling. You became aware of this when the officer shot a look over to you then back to Wesker to gage the situation, before he simply muttered a greeting and goodbye in one go. When Wesker’s hand dropped the officer turned and smiled to you once more before he was heading down the hall at a brisk pace. You weren’t sure what happened there, or why Wesker had bothered to intervene.

Then, he spoke to you and you became aware of your heart jumping back to life.

“I didn’t want him disturbing your work.” Wesker wasn’t a man of many words. You’ve heard him speaking to others more than to you. Usually it was only about work. He didn’t seem like the kind of man to share his personal life in the open or even a man of small talk alone. So, the fact he was making conversation with you was enough to briefly make you jump and look up at him. Now you were really looking at him.

Albert Wesker was an attractive man. You would have to be blind to not notice. He was tall, had a very appealing body he took great care to maintain, and had that entire mysterious ‘Don’t come near me’ approach you remembered enjoying in those cheesy romance novels you stashed at home. A sharp jaw without a hint of stubble on it meant he took care to shave possibly every day. Great hygiene then, too. Another bonus. But whenever you dared to look to his hands as he picked up the pen to sign you realized he had no wedding ring. No anything. Not even a watch was on his wrist this time, leaving a faint pale circle where he normally wore one. His penmanship was sharp and immaculate too.

‘Kind of perfect.’ You had to fight the brief flush that tried to form at the thought. Yes, Albert Wesker was very attractive, but you were just a receptionist and realistically you knew the odds of him being single were slim. And the chances of him being single and looking to you of all people were slimmer.

“Thank you, Captain Wesker.” You always made sure to use proper titles. Chief Irons had made sure of that day one of your hiring. Wesker stood back after dropping the pen and you followed the motion. Your gaze traced up his chest and past the vest until you found his face, which was angled down like he was looking at you. All you could see when you looked into the glasses, however, was the reflection of yourself, so you quickly turned your gaze down and towards the work you still had left to do. Shuffling papers to organize them and distract your hands from nervous fiddling, you expected him to walk away after a moment.

He didn’t.

“If there is any officers bothering you, inform me. I will make sure you’re undisturbed.”

“Oh, that’s not…” You started, but the fact of what he said managed to suddenly stun you. Like your brain had properly processed his words just as you looked up to smudge on that perfect little smile again. But it faltered and your lips were just barely parted. He remained standing where he had been with his hands now at his side.

“I mean it. You’ve been staying late this week, I’ve noticed. An hour each day.” You opened your mouth to speak. “Your shift is supposed to end with mine. I stay late generally to make sure Captain Enrique is completely updated before I leave. I’ve left before you each day this week. That’s unacceptable.”

“I’m…sorry?” You felt like you should apologize. He sounded not disappointed but annoyed, as if the fact of you staying later than him was insulting somehow. But he didn’t look annoyed. He looked as he always did. Which, now that you think about it, might be annoyed.

“Don’t be. However, I expect whenever I leave tonight you will be leaving tonight as well.” He spoke clearly and carefully. He made sure you understood, even leaning down just a little to break his posture just to emphasize himself. “Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.” It slipped out because honestly, this man was intimidating. But it was…well, you couldn’t say it wasn’t very attractive. To have this authoritative man giving you what felt like an order? You were certain you’ve read about this in one of your novels before. But those novels definitely would have taken a turn after what you said. Your heart hammered in your ears and you were more aware than ever of not just the feeling of your flush but the feeling of his gaze. You could easily feel how he was looking at you now. Not at the sign in sheet or at anything else, just you.

He nodded in satisfaction, stood back up to his original posture, then proceeded down the hall.

‘What the fuck?’

Nobody disturbed you. 

While you wouldn’t have complained, you’ve grown used to the officers who would occasionally stop by to talk. Some even took their lunch break at your desk just for a chance to have some company. You wouldn’t say it wasn’t unwelcomed, the socializing giving you something to look forward to a lot of the time considering paperwork could make your eyes cross half the time. But there were times you wished you could have more quiet to simply listen to the low hum of the jazz you put on in the background and focus solely on your job to make sure you could get as much done as possible. 

Today was the day you finished early.

It shouldn’t have been so shocking considering you were almost completely alone the entire time, only disturbed when someone came through to sign in or out. A few times you helped with the booking process, but there were others there who handled that process usually. Meaning, twenty minutes prior to when your shift was due to end, you were done. You almost couldn’t believe it. Even when you looked at the organized and signed papers stacked neatly into the little slots and dividers to be sent off to the respective places the next morning, you couldn’t believe it. Not when Kathy, the night receptionist, slipped in with her own bag and cup that was similar to your own. 

“I’m done.” You had announced when she sat in the chair next to you, her keys rattling when she hooked them under the desk. At your words, the older woman turned and her eyebrows shot up. Kathy wasn’t too much older, but she was old enough to understand your longer hours in the office. Before you had come along she had done the day shift and knew the costs that came with it. She also knew it wasn’t often one would be finished so early.

“Really?” Her eyes raked over the neatly cleaned up desk and the standby screen on the computer. Even the sign in sheet had been filed away, a fresh one and new pen stashed up and waiting for whoever came through. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe you, you knew this, but you also knew there was a chance something had been overlooked. Anything. But when her piercing eyes found nothing, she blinked and turned that gaze back over to you in shock.

“….Well, you’re done.” Kathy said. She began to unbutton and take off her wool coat, the same one she wears every night. As she did so she looked you up and down. “Do you have a date tonight, dear?”

“What, no? I just…I got done.” Kathy looked like she didn’t believe you one bit. You knew how much of a gossip bug she was. It couldn’t be helped there were some evenings that you spent an extra half hour just sitting with her to catch up on what you’ve witnessed or heard through the day and her through the night. It was like a strange form of therapy between the two of you. Which is why you knew you couldn’t tell her anything too incriminating, not with the way she could sniff out the truth a mile away. If you could help it you wouldn’t have told her anything about the Wesker incident from earlier. Not that much had happened that you deemed worthy to talk about.

However, fate was not on your side and as you spoke you were aware of approaching steps that suddenly stopped by the desk.

Kathy’s eyes only briefly widened over your shoulder, then her own polite smile graced her lips. A practiced, precise smile she’s done for years at this job.

“Captain Wesker, heading out?” You froze. You didn’t need to turn around to know he was behind you at the edge of the desk. Having angled your chair around to face Kathy you hadn’t expected him to show up in such a way. Hell, you didn’t actually think he was going to go through with his words from earlier. You didn’t turn around and instead busied yourself with gathering up your personal items to put away in your bag. Your favorite pen, your small snack bag you munch on through the day, even your keys. You didn’t live far, just a twenty minute walk that could sometimes take longer depending on the weather.

“I am.” He spoke in the same tone he always did. You felt the briefest flutter of relief and thought he would sign his name on the fresh sheet then leave. He did sign it, however he didn’t immediately leave. Not without saying your name first. “Are you coming?”

Kathy was staring. Her smile was polite and practiced and never faltered, but you watched how her eyes immediately drew to you like a magnet. Your cheeks were burning even when you tried to smother it and the feeling of anxious hands clawing up your chest took hold. She saw it all. Even when you shot her a look that you knew wouldn’t have been enough to explain yourself, you tried and she just smiled a little broader.

“Escorting her home, Captain? That’s very nice of you.” Kathy reached out with one hand and patted your arm to make you aware of the cold touch. “She even got done early. Early! Isn’t that something?” You thought briefly about cursing Kathy. You could quickly see what she was getting at, what she was playing. Kathy had been one of the first ones to warn you about the Captain and his nature, but she was also the first one to tease you when she realized your attraction for the man. This was one of those moments.

“She’s very good at what she does.” 

You wanted to die. The way Wesker spoke conveyed nothing. The same tone, the same voice, the same speech pattern. Nothing except what he said and who he said it about changed, but something changed enough that had Kathy grinning a little bigger. 

“Well, go on, don’t let me hold you up. I’ll see you tomorrow night, dears.” Kathy patted your arm again. When she pulled it away it felt like a tether for a ship coming undone. You wanted to stay at port, but the waves were going to pull you out whether you wanted to or not, so you took a sharp inhale and finally rose. Your bag was a hip bag that wasn’t terribly big and was able to tuck under your lengthy jacket. When you finally looked at Wesker you found him just waiting there for you. He didn’t move when you circled the desk and were able to see he was wearing his own S.T.A.R.S. jacket. It was zipped up to cover over the top few buttons of his shirt that poked over his vest. His uniform was still in place as if it had never been disturbed.

He nodded towards the door and you started the slow walk towards them. It wasn’t a terribly chilly night despite the breeze. Spring in Raccoon city often kept it a mix of warm and cool that felt just right to you. Wesker followed you out the door and down the steps to the sidewalk in front of the station. This was where you knew the two of you should part ways. You would go right and start your trek towards your apartment building where you would lay in bed mortified for hours, while he would go left to the parking garage to get in his vehicle and head his own way. Only, he didn’t move even when you turned and wished him a very quiet goodnight. He didn’t move when you started down the sidewalk like you were going to pass by him.

He did move when you were almost past him, his hand coming up to touch your arm in a loose grip you could have pulled away from if you wanted. The warmth of his hand could be felt through your sleeve and you hated the goosebumps that came from such a touch. When you looked up at him you found he was already looking back at you.

“Let me drive you home.”

“That’s not necessary, I don’t live far.”

“Let me walk you home, then.” You thought about denying him again. You had made this walk before with no trouble. But he was turning and letting go of you and standing at your side before you could form the words. You waited to see if he would change his mind or if you could will yourself to deny him. Neither came. Just your acceptance, once again, of this stubborn man’s nature as you ducked your head and hoped the dim light of the street lamps you both walked past was enough to hide your blushing. This wasn’t how you expected your evening to go.

Hell, even on the off chances you fantasized about this man, which you tried not to in fear of never being able to look at him again, it never went like this. Some of the cheesy ones included him leaving his number for you on a sticky note or something and eventually asking you on a date. Maybe to that coffee shop you’ve overheard Chris Redfield mentioning down the street somewhere. Or to another little place. Just something to get to know each other. On the less than innocent ones, you imagined his office. You’ve been in there a few times, you knew it reasonably wouldn’t work considering how crowded it was, but the off chance it did often had you set ablaze in the privacy of your bedroom at night.

Even now, walking with your arm nearly touching his as he escorted you, the thought of said fantasy had the faintest drag of arousal trying to take root.

When you spared a glance you found that Wesker looked completely focused on his task at hand. His head was on a small swivel, turning from left to right every few steps in a pattern you supposed he’d developed in his days of service. You knew he was good at what he did and this would be the safest you’ve ever been with him escorting you home. If someone had ever thought about bothering you on the street they’d more than likely second guess that now. His hands were in his pockets when he walked and his steps evenly spaced, if not a bit slower than your own. Him being taller meant his strides were longer and you would have struggled to match his faster pace if he didn’t ease up.

“Thank you.” The words felt right to say. Even if it wasn’t the time or place, though when that could have come you weren’t sure, you decided to say them. Even if to break the silence that was rattled by the occasional passing car. Wesker’s head turned when you spoke and he hummed, though he didn’t speak in return. An acknowledgment, something you were used to hearing from him when he entered and left the station. “For earlier.” You specified. While you wouldn’t have ever done it, you were thankful he gave you a chance to get your work done.

You also suspected it was why you weren’t bothered the rest of the afternoon either.

“You’re a very dedicated worker.” He finally spoke. Your apartment building was in sight and you had just started to open your mouth to announce so when he spoke. “I’ve not seen you miss a day since you’ve started. Mrs. Katharine says you do excellent work. Chief Irons has praised you before.” He trailed off and you felt your heart stuttering. They said that? All of them? 

“Oh.” Your voice cracked very faintly and you cleared your throat. “Oh.” You said again.

“I also share the opinion.” He said finally. The building was right beside the two of you now, the stairs that cut up to the next floor where you apartment was on display in the small hall between two connected buildings. You both stood there and he was facing you now. You knew he was looking at you. Not only could you feel it but his body language of the way his head was angled down gave you no reason to doubt so. “I think you’re doing excellent work. I think you’re a very dedicated worker. I think you’re very kind.” He paused then and you almost couldn’t hear the next words out of his mouth because of the blood rushing in your ears. “I also find you fascinating and would like to come up with you.”

“Come…oh.” 

Come up. To your apartment.

Are you certain you weren’t dreaming and this just wasn’t some kind of stray fantasy once more? You couldn’t be certain anymore, not with the way he spoke those last few words. It wasn’t in that familiar stoic tone or way he spoke. It was a whisper. Something private and reserved just for you as he bowed his head a little more to invade your space. You waited thinking you would wake up any minute, or the dream would change and you would actually be in his office again like it almost always shifted to. But nothing changed as time dragged on and you watched the faintest twitch in his jaw, as if realizing he had made a mistake of some kind.

“Okay.” You squeaked it out before he started to pull back, watching how he paused.

“Are you certain?” He asked and in the way he asked you knew he wouldn’t have forced you to do anything. He wouldn’t force himself up into your apartment. Hell, even up there, he wouldn’t force himself on you or expect anything. Even if all the two of you did was talk and drink the instant coffee mix you had, he sounded okay of that too.

Which is hilarious in the long run to you, considering you somehow found yourself in your bedroom with your back flat on your bed and head tossed into the thrown about pillows as this man’s mouth did things to your cunt you hadn’t ever experienced.

You weren’t sure what path you took between letting him inside and getting to the bedroom. There weren’t drinks involved or anything of the such, but it felt like such a blur that your pleasure rattled brain couldn’t even begin to remember. All you could focus on was the fact he hadn’t even taken your panties off, just used a thumb to pull them aside so he could dive right in with the flat of his tongue licking from hole to clit in one swipe. Both of your legs spasmed and threatened to close around his head. Wesker’s other hand came up to grip one of your thighs while he situated the hand holding your underwear aside to make sure he could get a proper taste without being smothered. Not that he looked against it if the heat in those startling blue eyes were anything to go by.

When had he lost the glasses?

Fuck, his eyes were so beautiful. They were so blue even the morning sky could never compare to how vibrant they were. Even in dim lighting of your room they stood out like stars and you couldn’t help but look at them when his mouth all but swallowed your cunt, nose brushing just above your clit as he slurped and licked. Wesker devoured you like a hungry, hungry man. You weren’t sure when the last time he had ever done this was, because with how he made you sing he definitely did this before, but you could have thought he had been denied an addiction with how he tasted you.

“You’re so loud.” He only paused in his ministrations to speak against your thigh, wet lips kissing a hot trail before he nipped there. That was something else you weren’t expecting. He was a talker in bed. His soft huffs were broken up by words whispered not in the voices you’ve heard before. This was a heated, rolling tone like that of thunder. He didn’t always speak against your thigh either. Somethings in the crook of it and your groin, panting the words without ever really pulling off your lips. As if separating wasn’t something that came to mind. His hand not holding your underwear aside tightened and his eyes fluttered shut. His shirt was opened but not gone. His uniform itself, the vest and the essentials on the belt, had been safely deposited to the side. “I want to hear you again.”

You moaned softly. Then it turned to a loud, shaking gasp when he buried his face right against your cunt again, lapping at you until he latched his lips onto your clit and sucked. The pressure felt like it would pop any moment when he did things like that and your hips bucked to chase that overwhelming pleasure. It tried to gather right into your stomach, making the muscles there twitch as your entire body started to shake. Both of your hands found his hair and you were very fond of messing it up just to hear him grunt when you did so, enjoying how debauched it made him look with the loose strands falling over his forehead. But it was growing harder to hold your eyes open as his tongue swiped, and it grew worse when he freed one thigh to bring two fingers down and rub along the length of your hole. It twitched when he prodded at it, gathering slick along his fingers and slowly starting to prod and push.

When he pushed in to the knuckle you thought you saw stars and threw your head back, feeling when that pleasure finally broke over. There was a moment you couldn’t focus on anything except the pleasure pouring out and right into Wesker’s awaiting mouth, his hands holding you in place as you bucked into his touch. His body arched, you felt when the bed shifted, and his mouth took everything you could give him. Shocks tore through you still and the pleasure felt like it would never end before you collapsed, his mouth pulling off after a moment so he could pant against you.

When you opened your eyes his were still closed. His face was red and his lips shining as he slowly licked them clean, taking his time to savor the taste. If you weren’t already so flustered and gasping you would have let out a very pathetic noise right then and there.

“Albert.” You hadn’t said his name much since this started. Maybe once or twice. But whenever you said it his eyes snapped open and all his focus went right back to you. His body lunged up from the crouched position he had been in, hands all but fumbling between bringing your body against his and tearing at his own clothes. You hadn’t expected the man to be so…reckless in his movements, not considering how he was in nature, but you found you didn’t mind when he couldn’t choose between fighting with his pants to kick them down or touching you. Your mouth was claimed by his and between the wet kisses that tasted of you he spoke breathlessly.

“You did so good for me. Tasted so good. You should have seen how you looked, how beautiful you looked when you came. You looked so divine, so perfect. So-“ He made a small noise as he released his cock from behind his much too tight underwear and steadied the weight of it with his hand. You dared to look down between where the two of you were on your sides and against one another. He was uncut and long enough he filled out his own hand, the length of him twitching and pulsing as pre-cum gathered at the tip to be swiped by his own thumb.

“Albert.”

“Lift.” He patted one of your legs to pick it up and you obeyed. Your underwear was pushed and kicked down by him until it was gone and dangling off your raised leg and he didn’t waist time in pulling you close and making you curl that leg over him. He did finally pause when he brushed the tip against you to gather the slick there, his gasp hot against your ear as his body seemed to cover your own. “I didn’t bring…a condom.” He said it almost shamefully, yet he didn’t stop himself from grinding into you. From dragging the tip back and forth just to feel you there. To gather and lube himself up from your own slick as you whimpered into his chest.

“Pill, please, just-“ You didn’t have to tell him twice before he was filling you. The tip managed to fit through the opening with some pressure, but the length of him took a few shallow thrusts to fit entirely into you, working each inch carefully. 

“So good, doing so good for me. Letting me fill you up.” The hand that had been guiding his cock settled instead on your ass and pulled at a cheek as if to expose you more, his head coming down so you could pick up on the gasping grunts he let out into your hair and behind your ear. “This pussy squeezing me so tight. Making it so hard to not fuck you, but you’re so good for me. Aren’t you? Doing so damn good for me. My perfect little…” His words felt like gibberish to you, something he was gasping and saying just in the moment. But you couldn’t deny what they did to you. How it made you flex around him and draw out more grunts from him as you felt the entire length of him fill you up. The stretch ached in just that perfect way and you were moaning into his neck when he finally bottomed out. The angle had him deep and pressing along your walls in just the right way to have you shaking.

“Albert.” You gasped his name and his hips twitched back and forth. Slowly. Shallow, careful thrusts as his own sounds began to pick up above your head.

“You’re so perfect.” He muttered. “So damn tight around me, trying to make me cum already? That’s…ah, you’re too good. Too good for me, too tight, too wet and warm and just-“ He was shaking as his thrusts picked up a little more, one hand curling up to cup the back of your head and keep you pressed down. You wanted to lift up and see what expression he was making to join those words, but it seemed like he didn’t. His grip didn’t falter and when that fat head hit one perfect spot and you felt the coil of pleasure building again you just cried out. “There you go, look at this. Want to make me so proud, want to come around-ah, around my cock, right? Let me feel you come on me. Need to feel it.”

You didn’t realize how quickly hearing someone say these words could bring you to an orgasm but it did. Normally you would have squeezed a hand down to flick at your clit at least a few times to push you past that edge, but the hot heat of being pressed against him while he desperately spoke and gasped into your neck was all you needed as his cock reached those perfect spots. As your body began to shake and lock up you were aware of when he gasped and jerked a little faster, his head falling back and the muscle of his neck flexing.

When you bit into it to stifle the loud moan he almost tore you felt when he jerked out of you and fucked himself against your lower stomach instead until the first hot wave of cum coated you.

Chapter Text

“This is stupid.” Scott Summers, you’ve come to find out, is a very, very stubborn man. An extremely stubborn man who, especially when embarrassed, likes to lash out. Even at you, the person he goes to bed with every night. The person who wakes him up with a kiss first to his forehead then over his nose and cheeks until he wakes up. The person who lets him take your hand when a particular mission did something to really shake him but he can’t let the others see it. You, who he was currently looking at through the glasses he always wore in the down time at the mansion while he was seated against the propped up pillows on your shared bed. It was tucked neatly into a corner to offer the most room possible in the center. You normally took the side against the wall when you both slept, aware of when he often couldn’t sleep or would get up to check on a disturbance of some kind.

But you had grown used to how Scott acted and instead of being offender in the way he spoke, you just laughed softly as you stood at the end of the bed.

“If it’s so stupid you shouldn’t have agreed to it.” You teased him lightly. You got to watch how his jaw tightened just slightly, his crossed arms wrinkling the already messed up shirt that had been untucked in the path to the bed when you had both laid hands and lips on one another. His hair was untucked too and swept back and aside with strands sticking up from your own hand, his belt partially undone where it settled over his lap. Although his posture was tense you could see him relax slightly when you kneeled on the bed. He had managed to work off your pants halfway before you had nudged him onto the bed and away from you, much to the pouting man.

“Doesn’t mean it’s any less stupid.” He stated simply, but he eased when you brought yourself closer and closer. It was surprisingly easy to distract such a hard focused man. While you hadn’t expected it in the early days of your relationship with him, it turned out that simply flashing him some less than family friendly eyes and whispers could get him distracted from anything. As terrible as it could sound, he was easy to manipulate with your sex appeal should you wish to. It helped when he tried to argue or you wanted to make a point on something. At least, it did until he started to catch on. Now you had to work for it to distract the man, such as settling yourself between his spreading legs and letting your hands trail just over his chest. Both of his arms dropped and those warm hands found the dips in your hips to pull you into another kiss. With him raised up and off the pillows his chest pressed to your breasts and you released the softest moan into the kiss. He was as aware as you were that your bra had also been abandoned, meaning the only thing keeping him away from your breasts was the thin sleeping shirt he had bought you as a gift months ago.

One of his hands started to inch up your side but you caught it before it brushed under your shirt and pressed it to his own stomach instead. He tensed and the kiss broke as you peppered smaller ones on his jaw. Your free hand pressed to his chest and guided him back into the pillows.

“If you really don’t want to…” You started to say, but you felt when he shifted under you and gave you the full view of him laid back, head and shoulders braced against a pillow.

“I didn’t say that.” He quickly said. When you looked down at him you became aware of the faintest pink trying to take root on his cheeks and his head tilted just away. A sign he was no longer looking at you. “Just…” He sounded uncertain and you took some pity as you kissed down his jaw to his neck.

“Color?” You asked. He bristled briefly then settled again, like a startled cat succumbing to an owner’s touch.

“Green.”

“Good,” You remained perched over him, but your chest was no longer against his. Instead, you angled so you could rest your cheek against his shoulder to look down where his hand remained on his stomach, fingers twitching. “Slowly, reach down and touch yourself through your underwear.” His sharp inhale greeted you. But it wasn’t the one that signified he was about to argue or disagree about something, but it was the one that signified his like for something. Particularly his like for you. His hand was slow and uncertain when it eased down the length of his stomach pausing just at the waistband of his underwear before it eased past the opened portion of his pants and belt. Unzipped and unbuttoned, you could make out the beginnings of his erection pressing firm against the soft material of his briefs. It twitched under his own touch and a small noise escaped the back of his throat as he began to palm himself. The movements were slow and clumsy at first, like he had actually never gone through with touching himself before, but as you watched his erection grow his movements steadily grew to a more practiced motion. 

You continued to kiss at the junction of his neck and hum when he made a small noise.

“Feel good?” He nodded against you. “Slowly use your thumb to push his briefs down.” He started just a little too fast and your hand traced along the length of his arm. “Slower.” Where you touched muscles twitched and he sighed as he followed your words. Slowly, he pushed the tight waistband down, down, down. The base with trimmed hairs just starting to grow back in was exposed first. Then the length of the shaft that continued on and on, lengthy veins starting to make themselves known until the edge caught just on the edge of the tip before he gave a tug. He was fully erect when it sprung back up, the tip turning a rosy pink. His sharp inhale was satisfying. 

“Leave them there.” He had started to wiggle his briefs and pants down further, but you stopped him just in time to have it digging into part of his exposed sack. The pressure made the skin turn a slight red, but he wasn’t complaining. His legs shifted and parted and Scott shivered under your touch when you shifted with him to spread his legs with your knees. “Now, start at the tip.” You were calm with your instructions, but the heat pooling between your legs was anything but calm. Your underwear was going to be soaked through when this was over and Scott seemed to be aware of that as well when you spread your legs for him. Hell, you were already so soaked if he didn’t notice he was a blind man. His hand returned and he pressed his thumb and fingers to the edge of his foreskin and slowly peeled it back. He was breathing harder when it pulled back over the tip and pre-cum started to bead and gather from the motion alone. Under your eyes his thumb rubbed under the edge of the tip, making the entire length of him twitch in his hold and his breathing stutter out into a stifled hiss against your hairline. 

“Don’t stay quiet.” You told him. You felt when he swallowed and his thumb rubbed along the edge once more until it teased the wet slit. That’s when he gasped, a little less restrained, and let his head rest against your own and the pillows. 

“Come on…” He started, the softest noise escaping him when he swiped his thumb over the slit again.

“Sounds like someone doesn’t normally take this long, hm?” He didn’t respond at your accusation, but the way he was squirming at just the beginning of such teasing gave him away. Your grin could be felt against his pulse point and you let your hand drop to his chest to pull his shirt up higher. That little red happy trail of his always drew your eyes after all. “I’m on the mark with that one, right? You don’t ever have time though, isn’t that what you tell yourself? That you never have time? Oh, Scott, good things come to those who wait.” He made a noise caught between a disagreement and pleasure and his head fell back again when he swiped once more. “Stroke yourself.” Just as he started to grasp himself you suddenly took his wrist, making his entire body lock up. He didn’t pull at your grasp at all, just let you guide his hand away from his cock and towards your spread legs. When you turned him palm up and pressed it flat against your soaked underwear. Scott made a noise like he was choking on the breath he just sharply inhaled.

“Can’t stroke yourself with a dry palm, right?” You asked it with an open, hot mouthed kiss to his neck as you dragged his palm and fingers back and forth. Those fingers twitched and when they curled to press through your underwear you ‘tsked’. “No, no, not yet.” He huffed and you pulled his wet hand back to let go of the wrist. “There you go…”

Scott’s chest was moving quickly when his wet hand finally touched his cock, fingers curling to hold it as it pulsed and twitched just from the hold alone. You weren’t sure if it was the build up or the action you had just caught him off guard with, but the moment Scott’s hand closed around his cock his head fell back and to the side as he gasped and finally, finally let out a soft moan. At the noise you pulled back and off of him to rest on your haunches.

He looked a mess.

His other hand had come up to steady his glasses when you moved, a natural movement he’s practiced since his youth. It wasn’t something he thought of before he did it, unlike the way his hand jerked a little too hard and made his legs pull up before dropping out again at the motion. His face and neck was flushed, lips parted and sweat shining on his forehead. Where his head has been tossing back and forth his hair was ruffled.

When he realized you were looking at him his lips snapped shut and he tried to steady his heavier breathing.

“Good boy, look at you. Taking it slow for me, right?” Your words broke the facade he tried to hold, head tilting up and back as he moaned into the air. His hand jerked again then set to a slow, rolling pace as he twisted his wrist on the upturn. Every stroke pushed and pulled at his foreskin, dragging it back and forth over the tip on the longer strokes and making the pre-cum dribble and wipe off. “Tease yourself, slower, thumb the tip, Scott. There you go.” You were whispering it and your hands were on his chest and stomach, fingers  ghosting to feel how the muscles twitched and spasmed in his stomach. Playing with the curls of his happy trail you satisfied yourself to watch how his head tilted back further then forward to watch his own hand like he couldn’t believe it. Over your knees you could feel when his legs spasmed and flexed and tried to close, blocked by your presence as your hands continued to trace patterns across his twitching body.

He looked beautiful. He looked like he was slowly falling apart right in front of you. He looked like nothing you’ve ever seen before.

It was perfect.

“Doing so good for me, aren’t you?” He shuddered and nodded his head. With how his hand didn’t even try to grasp his glasses now you knew his eyes had to be shut. This was confirmed only once the  glasses edged further down the bridge of his nose and you reached up to steady them and guide them just a little away. Just so they wouldn’t be harmed. He moaned again and you were aware of his pace almost picking up before he slowed himself down, the arm stroking flexing with the restraint. “Do you want to come?” When you asked he just nodded. “Verbal, Scott.”

“Yes!” He hissed between clenched teeth and this time he threw his head back further until it bumped into the wall. He didn’t notice or care and just opened his mouth to gasp and moan a little louder. “Please, please, please.”

“Faster.” You ordered and he was quick to obey, that red tip disappearing in his palm at a quicker pace, leaking over his flexing fingers. His hips were raising and dipping to chase the pleasure. “Faster.” You ordered again, breathlessly, and he could do nothing but obey. Scott’s body was lighting up, a blush spreading and coating him as his body began to jerk and twist and buck into his own hand like it was your own. He fucked into his palm like he could imagine fucking you and that might just be what he was doing. Imagining it was you atop him. Imagine you were bouncing and riding against him and driving him just to the edge.

“Come, Scott.” You ordered and watched how his eyelids fluttered with movement behind them and he was arching completely off the bed. Like your command was all that he needed, his hand jerked himself once, twice, three more strokes before he was exploding over himself. Shots of white painted his stomach and up to the dip of where stomach muscles met his diaphragm and his entire body shook. You felt it against you and felt it through the bed when he quivered, continuing to stroke and milk droplets until he had nothing to give before letting his cock go to flop into a small trail of his own release.

Those desperate gasps turned into softer pants with his moans finally worked into small grunts whenever his cock still twitched, like it was trying to find more to offer. His hand settled against his lower stomach and he sighed heavily. All the tension from before melted from him and he sank completely into the pillows and bed. Your hands stroked carefully over his shoulders and along his neck as you bent to kiss him. A slow, tender stroking of lips that broke as you hummed and smiled at him. He licked his lips.

“Was that so stupid?”

“Glasses.” He said quickly and simply, choosing to not even acknowledge you. Your laugh was soft and he waited until you passed the glasses into his awaiting hands, which shook when he secured them onto his face. You could tell when his eyes opened and he could once again see you, because he tilted his head a certain way and didn’t hesitate to lean up and in for a kiss. Then another. And another. His hands settled low and against your thighs as he tugged until one was being pulled up and over his, the drag of his pants sending shivers. When this kiss broke and he tugged the other leg up to have you straddling him, he muttered. “Your turn.”

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If ol’ Benny knew this is what he would have got for shooting some lady in the head, he would have done this much sooner.

The desk he had taken up doing business at wasn’t the most sound piece of furniture. In fact, he would have rather not used the damn thing at all when he considered just taking everything over to his bed and spreading it out to work there. He could balance it on a piece of wood across his lap and have more stability and less splinters. But at the desk was a very nice, very soft cushioned chair with enough room for him to comfortable spread his legs and recline.

And enough room for the naked woman he had shot maybe less than a month prior to seat herself right on his exposed cock.

Although Benny was good at predicting the odds, he could have never predicted these odds. Not in a million years. In fact, if someone had told him just a month and a day ago what would come from him going after that courier he would have thought the blabbering idiot was off their rocker. But that would have been a bet he would have lost, probably the only one in a while, and he would have been glad of that. In fact, he was beyond ecstatic he would have been wrong.

The courier was someone spunky. You were not what he had been expecting when he finally got the chance to have a brief conversation with you. Mind you it was after you had absolutely rocked his world in his room when he thought you had marched right in there to kill him. Well, you had admitted that was the original plan, but when you changed your mind and stuck around he wasn’t about to complain either. When you let him speak and you started to add remark after remark, Benny would have almost claimed he was in love right then and there. Except he knew it was more of talking with his cock, which had grown hard whenever you opened your smart mouth just to get the final say, and he wasn’t against that either.

Coming to an agreement wasn’t something neither of you had expected either. Benny had thought there would have been more fight, yet there wasn’t. Whether all the fight had been knocked out of you through the wastelands you’ve had to traverse for the last few days prior to showing up with a gun ready to paint his walls with, or whether it was the fact he caught you in a moment of weakness post the absolutely violent evening spent in the bed with each other, neither of you knew. All that Benny knew was there was a nice agreement between the two of you and that ended with him seated on this chair with a nice naked woman on him warming his cock while he tried to focus on the papers.

“How much longer?” You established early in this arrangement that you were impatient. Benny had never been one to draw things out, not when he wanted something, but seeing how you pouted and cursed was satisfying enough to convince him to do such a thing. His hand was tracing up and down your bare spine, feeling the scars and nicks from your life out in the wilds. Your life before he had shot you. He didn’t know much about you, just what your occupation had been and that you’re a dangerous enough woman you could have easily killed him a while ago had he not gotten the jump the first time. And he knew that when he dug his thumb in like he was annoyed at your hip it made your cunt clench and he had to fight back the noise.

“Keep distracting me an’ you’ll be waitin’ all night.” He wasn’t nice when he spoke, his tone taking that on of someone ready to snap. But that couldn’t have been farther from the actual truth. His hand continued the motion up and down all while he tried to focus and maneuver the papers in front of him around. All about the casino and the numbers and everything in between that he really needed to focus on even if just for a glance. But it took a few squeezes too many and a sharp shudder racking through his body before he figured out that you were periodically tightening yourself around him. Massaging him.

His grunt was one part impressed and one part annoyed.

That same hand that had been tracing up and down your spine suddenly dropped and laid a harsh smack across your ass, making you jerk and squeeze tighter around him before easing up.

“Behave or you’ll be in the corner instead.”

“Sorry, sir.” Your voice took on that snarky tone he was so used to he couldn’t help the grin when he settled you back against him, feeling your breasts right on his chest.

“There you go.” He muttered, cooing almost mockingly at you as you tried to relax yourself against him. His cock felt smothered and hot and under his clothes he felt sticky, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to milk this for as long as possible. “There we go.”

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Prom wasn’t meant for the adults. It was meant for the teens inside of UA to have a chance at normalcy with everything that had been going on. It was a chance for temporary peace considering the chaos that had been following every single one of them. 

It was a chance for everyone to take a breath and simply enjoy their youth while the adults provided that security to allow them to do so.

It was most certainly not for you and Toshinori to sneak off into your vehicle parked just far enough that the street lamps couldn’t catch how you were folded in the back seat so the slim man could fit his fat cock right into you. It most certainly wasn’t meant for you to have teased him all day with the idea of your own prom dress you hadn’t even told him you had brought before showing up in it and watching as he devoured you from a distance.

It wasn’t for when he bent over you to take hot, rasping breaths against your ear as his hips almost desperately pistoned back and forth with enough force to make you drag against the rough material of your seats. One of his hands was spread across your lower back where the dress was hiked up to, the other was braced against the opposite door as he rocked himself back and forth. His eyes were closed and his face set in a focused scowl, eyebrows pinched and mouth parted to let out to pitiful sounds. You probably didn’t look any better and knew you’d have to remain out here for a while afterwards trying to fix your make up. If it could be saved. It was hard to say when you could spot your lipstick smudged against his lips and neck.

“More,” You gasped and your hands were in his hair to bring him in for a kiss, tongues dragging before you parted it to allow a trickle of spit to connect you. “More, Toshi, please!” You moaned loud enough it echoed in the vehicle and Toshinori looked like a man drowning. His mouth opened further and he released a rattling whine before he picked up speed, his grunts a deep alternative to the sharp, higher moans he often released. When his head fell back you knew he wouldn’t last much longer. You were proud of how long he’s already lasted when he had folded you backwards immediately to eat you out the moment the door was open, regardless of how reckless this was.

“N-not going to-“ His sharp inhale and shaky gasp gave away just what he was trying to say. If he didn’t have you folded with your legs braced at his chest you would have tried to buck up and meet him thrust for thrust, but you couldn’t move. All you could do was feel how the front of his dress pants were grinding against your clit just right and every inch of you was on fire as your cunt pulsed and milked at him. 

“Please!”

That one cry from you was all it took.

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You could always tell when Miguel had gone through a particularly rough evening at work because it always played out the same.

Your roommate had been someone you had met in college. He was going for that biochemist degree while you were settling on the literature degree necessary to help put your name out in the field for the editing work you so wanted to do. It was a comfortable enough profession, even if you had to work a second job for a while until you managed to climb and gain enough attention to do nearly all of your work from home. Miguel wasn’t a man of many words and he found that sharing an apartment with his brother, who you swore up and down was a nice enough man, wasn’t preferred to apparently picking up your ad in the paper and calling you at an awkward hour. Surprisingly, you found that living with Miguel wasn’t terrible. The two of you had enough in common that on the evenings the both of you were in the living room at the same time you could keep conversation going, even spend time chatting over a show or movie the two of you agreed to watch.

When he graduated and you shortly followed, you had assumed he would eventually move out on his own. Especially once he had started dating this nice woman that you enjoyed having over for dinner. Dana, you think her name was. Honestly you had been rooting for them until the day Miguel came home with such a solemn look you thought it was time he would be leaving when it was opposite. They had broken apart and you were there to hold his hand. Not that he would admit to squeezing it as tight as he had when you started to pull it away, nor would he admit to being the one who leaned in first to kiss you when the hour grew late.

You would admit you were the first to pursue something from it. When his heartbreak had eased up and he threw himself completely in work, you took notice of the stress it was putting on him. How he came home later and later, missed more and more important meals as he kept forgetting his lunches at home. You had even tried to pack him a lunch or dinner before and found it forgotten on the counter. When the pressure began to build and you found that talking to him when he got like this was like navigating a mind field, you snapped first and it led to a very rough argument. You two weren’t often prone to them considering if either of you got frustrated enough you could just walk away and talk another time, but this was a blow up and you eventually settled on one conclusion.

He needed an outlet.

Well, you had told him he had needed to get laid, and he had barked at you something and you made that move, that first moment of pursuit, when you kissed him in the heat of it. But in your defense he was the one who encouraged taking you against the kitchen counter and making you moan loud enough you were surprised you didn’t receive a noise complain the next day. Then the fear of things being awkward sat in and you thought briefly of avoiding him. Despite how childish it seemed you weren’t prepare to not only lose the man as a roommate over this but possibly as a friend.

That fear went out the window when he bent you over and fucked you against the couch the next morning.

The two of you talked that evening about boundaries. About whatever the two of you were and how to navigate this new field as it was obvious neither of you were going back to just being roommates and friends. What was also obvious was how much more relaxed Miguel was, meaning your statement of him needing to get laid had held up. But your earlier statement also rang true; he needed an outlet. When you jokingly told him that he could just use you for his stress anytime he felt like it since you were always around, you hadn’t expected to see how his eyes darkened and he looked at you like you were actual food.

“¿Es eso una promesa entonces?”

It’s why you knew when he had a bad day at work because he would come through the door silently. Often he returned to you making dinner, a new habit that came from him spending late nights at work. Really the late hours should have been a give away from the beginning. You were in the kitchen and, considering the new developments in your relationship, you didn’t see a reason to wear anything more than just a loose robe. Your skin still smelled of the expensive soaps you had dabbled on for your recently passed birthday, soft and pliant from the extra long shower you had taken. Your hair was still a little damp when Miguel approached you from behind making you jump when you were suddenly aware of him.

“Oh, Miggy, geeze, wear a bell or something.” You teased him as you returned to looking at the slow bubbling sauce. “Spaghetti sounds good, right? Nothing fancy, to-“

His hands came up and cupped your breasts with enough force to wind you, jerking you back and into his chest as he released a very low, rumbling sound against the back of your head.

“Later.”

“It’ll burn!” He let you at least reach out to turn it to a low heat before he jerked you back further and away from the kitchen.

“Later.” This time he spoke in a firm voice. A low serious tone you could associate with the lines of stress marring his face and cupping the sharp frown. His eyes were molten and dark when you were whirled to manipulate you just how he wanted, guiding you until you fell with your knees catching the edge of the couch to drop. One of his hands was wrenching through your hair, fingers lacing and knotting to hold you in place as the other was fighting to undo his belt and the dress pants he wore to work. He hadn’t even shrugged off his lab coat he must have worn home, entirely focused on one thing only.

Your mouth was open to meet him without him having to tell you, the tip of his cock dripping pre right into the dip of your extended tongue when he rested the fat head on it. You’ve seen his cock enough times to know just the length and thickness of him, you knew it wouldn’t be too easy to fit him without working up to it. Yet you’ve gotten enough experience with said cock that when he began to slowly push past your lips and along the length of your tongue and to the curve of your throat you didn’t gag. You didn’t choke. Both of his hands cupped your head and pushed your hair back as he pressed and pressed and pressed, his head falling forward so he could keep staring at you with his mouth opening.

The smell of him was musky when your nose was pressed right into the curls of untrimmed pubic hair nestled at the base. Seated with the entire length nestled deep you became acutely aware of every pulse from his cock. It twitched and jerked at the noises you made. Soft, gagging sounds that mingled into the desperate little moans you knew he loved because he could feel them along the length of him. His thighs, what was exposed of them to your greedy eyes, flexed when you moaned again and tried to wiggle your tongue on the underside of him.

“Ahí tienes.” You loved his Spanish, loved when the words fell naturally from his lips and rolled as he gasped. His hair was already messed up when he had started to fuck your mouth, careful when he pulled out and pushed back in, but it was even more so when he jerked his head down to watch his cock disappear and reappear. Miguel was a watcher. You learned that in the way he manipulated your position so no matter what he could always watch his cock filling you. Moments like that often brought with him a slack-jawed open mouth expression with half-lidded eyes as the grip of his hands softened a little. Then it redoubled in the fever and his hips began to roll, heavy sack pressing against your chin with every thrust.

“Going to, ah, you’re going to be mine.” He muttered, his hips immediately picking back up the pace until all that filled your ears was the beating of your own heart, the rush of blood, and the slurping that accompanied how you drooled around his cock as he began to set a more brutal pace of using your mouth. Both of your hands settled with gripping and holding tight to your robe as you let him use you, let him ravage your mouth. He gasped and brought one leg up to brace against the edge of the crouch next to your leg and the new angle let him go deeper. “Mine, all night. Not letting you go. Need to- fuck, ah, need this. Need you.”

Must have been a very bad day at work.

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“Like…like this?”

Crocodile liked to collect precious treasures from around the world. It was a privilege he often took advantage of when he was given the chance to. His name carried power and wealth behind it, enough to make an entire country bend at his feet and all but worship him like some kind of God amongst them. All according to plan, of course, not that would need to know that fine little detail. They never would need to know. Which is why it worked out so well in the end and he was able to send out every single one of his puppets to the ends of the New World to pluck up every treasure he could find. Some rare coins secured from the bottom of the ocean to a precious jewel stolen right out from a noble’s home who claimed it came from the Celestial Dragons themselves. It didn’t matter where it came from all that mattered was how rare and unique it was.

And you, by far, felt to be the most unique thing he’s added to his collection.

Crocodile could never say he was a lonely man. Being a Warlord brought perks to it. Perks of pirates throwing themselves at him in hopes of the extra protection that came with being associated to someone of that title, or a few brave marines who wanted something to brag about in terms of showing bravery. Occasionally a stray young woman in Alabasta had tried to take his interest when he was spotted walking in or out of the casino he owned. Other times it was familiar faces from his own works who attempted, once more, to sway him into their corner. It wasn’t that he was lonely, it was that he seen nobody worthy of his time. A quick fuck was different from the dedication he was prepared to show someone, anyone, who he deemed worthy.

And you caught his eye one day.

You weren’t a pirate. In fact, you weren’t much of anything when he saw you come through town, rags called clothing torn and coated in holes from the latest sand storm that he had caused. Not that you or anyone else would have known. You looked well enough in shape to have traversed such a desert and you were ready to offer up work to the first person you came across just for a place to stay for the night. Of course, he had tried to ignore this immediate pull to you and tried to just move on for the evening, focusing on the work he needed to give his entire dedication to.

That lasted until almost morning when he managed to catch you in the streets before you could slip out of town. Your clothes had been fixed up well enough and you looked ready for travel when he had cornered you, asking if you would rather have a more permanent job and residence. Believing it to be a trap you had denied him, which he had taken very well considering who he was and how dare anyone deny his generous offer. Once you seemed to realize who he was and what he did, what purpose he was serving this country, you agreed.

And eventually found yourself seated on one of his broad thighs, the current dress he had bought you (because when you work for him you have to dress the part) pulled up to expose the lace he had also bought you. The gifts had come immediately once you were hired, as was the expensive spa treatment normally reserved for the nights he was particularly stressed. Your denials had been cute until he made it known you would accept them, then it turned to charming when you shyly took every gift. Once you were cleaned of the dirt on your body and given some chance to gain the weight you had obviously lost in your travels, Crocodile found you to look like something of a jewel. Not just any jewel. But his own private, personal, single jewel that he wasn’t about to share with anyone else. Nobody else. That’s why once you were livelier he took you away, told you that you’d never have to work again and locked you right up inside of his own private little quarters to stay with him.

Like currently, while he was sitting at his desk and trying to take a break from the paperwork that had been plaguing him to instead play with you.

You were wet and soaking a warm, wet patched right on his thigh and it made his already aching cock twitch against his pants, but he withheld himself. This wasn’t the moment to indulge in himself. No, he was showing something else off entirely as his broad hands encircled your waist, thumbs digging in slightly as he tugged and maneuvered you just to show you how to roll your hips.

“Like this.” He confidently whispered and was rewarded with a sharp, beautiful gasp from you that stirred him further. He guided your hips until the motions were your own, watching how you took up a slow, uncertain motion with your hands resting on his chest. Right where he had left them. You were always so good for him and so good at following his orders that he never had to worry about disobedience. Which is why he allowed himself to close his eyes and lean his head back, exposing the length of his throat to the soft kisses he expected you to pepper it with. Soft, gentle kisses that had you edging up and along the sharp pulse. This close he could hear every gasp, every whine, and feel when your thighs shook as they cupped his own.

“A-ah.” Your moan was like syrup to his ears and he let his mouth open to breath in the smell of you as you bucked against him. Your pace was gaining speed, gaining momentum, all on your own. His hands were there to steady to, to keep you from tumbling off him in the eager way you were moving. But he let you do it all, let you set the pace as your nails dug through his clothing and into his chest. Crocodile lifted his leg and flexed it just slightly, enough to throw off your rhythm and make you gasp and moan louder than before, your head falling to rest on his shoulder. 

The pattern you followed in your grinding was faltering and he knew without having to look down you were close.

“Come on me.” He ordered.

And you always obeyed his orders.

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Your husband was a cruel, cruel man when he wanted to be.

You blamed it on the pressure that man put himself under on the daily. You blamed it on the image the public had painted of the Commander, putting him atop a throne crafted of soldiers he threw out to their awaiting deaths without a true end in sight. You blamed it on the political pressure from above as well baring down against his shoulders while he tried to face them head on. You blamed it on every ounce of responsibility he carried all on his own without ever daring to ask for the help of another, even that of Levi of Hange.

While Erwin Smith was painted as the fearsome Commander to all of his soldiers, the one who continued to march right for death as though meeting an old friend, to you he was your husband who seemed to have a mean edge to him in particular on this evening. When he finally retired to his quarters and you were able to join him, pulled away from your time serving as one who overseen the medical supplies. Your order had just been filed away and passed onto your Commander, who then blew out the candle on his desk and once more returned to the man who was your husband instead. He was tired. You could see this in how he slouched just slightly into his chair, bringing a hand up to undo the top buttons of his shirt while letting his head recline and rest. 

Then those brilliant eyes opened and he motioned with his free hand to the bedroom door. You had known what this meant. On those particular days when the stress finally added up and he couldn’t handle one more paper you often found that the loving husband who would hold you close and tell you stories his father used to tell him would turn into something without much care to his touch. You were a toy for him, something for him to let out these frustrations on. Something that often benefited both of you, though him more than you at times.

Which is how you found yourself on the bed, the very bed you two had made love in so many times before, with your hands bound to the wood of the headboard by the very straps he wore on his body. It was a delicate balance of force and care so he wouldn’t damage the skin around your wrists. He knew how much you relied on your hands to do work for his men, his soldiers, so he would never dare risk harming you to the point you couldn’t perform your duties. Erwin wasn’t one to hurt you in general, though the bruises on your hips or ass from the treatment often came expected. Which is why you weren’t surprised when the burning in your thighs was coming both from how far he had your legs spread to offer up your cunt to his awaiting mouth and that grip of his that had his knuckles turning white under shaking hands. His eyes were closed and his hair messed aside to barely tickle against your thighs. His mouth was closed entirely around your cunt, though his tongue and lips gave focus to your hooded clit. Slurping and suckling at it until your body spasmed and arched against the bindings and his hands, your toes curling and flexing into the sheets of the bed. Your gasps were always a little too loud despite trying to hold them in for fear of being just a little too loud. Loud enough someone patrolling nearby might pick it up and spread the talk once again. It wasn’t a secret you two were married, you were expected to have these things occur, but you hated being unable to look men in the eyes knowing they had heard your sounds of pleasure the previous day or so.

Erwin found amusement in it should nobody comment on it at least. If even one comment was made, especially if it was an inappropriate one out of line, he would see to it that Levi was over the punishment for them personally. Perhaps this was why his confidence in striking fear through the use of his Captain had him doubling up his efforts suddenly to draw out more sweet sounds from you. It worked and you felt the liquid heat of arousal pooling right into your groin, spreading out like a forest fire trying to burn out of control. Every inch of your body felt aflame, felt like it could lock up at any moment when you finally tipped over that edge. Even your hips had started to move without your decision, rolling to grind his mouth and tongue not just over your clit but over your open, twitching hole. His tongue swiped at it and pressed just deep enough to penetrate and you saw stars behind your closed eyes.

“Erwin, so close-“ You always gasped his name like a prayer and it always got to him. His groan was savage and rough and buried deep enough into your cunt that the vibrations rocked your body. Right there. You were right there. One more long swipe of his tongue, one more slurp between puckered lips, just one more anything and you would have fallen over.

But it didn’t come and your body arched when cool air replaced where he was, the shock of it making you whine loud enough it echoed in the room. Your thighs shook under his hands though he made no motion to stop you as you rolled your hips up and down, chasing pleasure that was slowly slipping away. Your clit was throbbing, hole clenching in desperation, but nothing. Nothing came to tip you back over that edge and instead you found your body shivering until the peaked pleasure receded into a lurking burn. Your chest was heaving and your nerves were alight when you managed to open your eyes and find where he had lifted himself up and off of you. His mouth was shiny and his eyes were glued to the spot between your legs. Both of his thumbs came down and parted your lips further so he could get a better view of your hole and how it clenched on nothing.

He licked his lips clean of your slick and caught your gaze.

“One.” He stated simply. Your whimper was a soft one, a pleading noise that he soothed away carefully with a kiss to your lower stomach. “I expect five from you tonight. Could you manage that for me?” When you didn’t answer he nipped at your hip, feeling you jump and nod. “Perfect. My perfect wife, hm?”

And at that he dove right back in with his tongue picking up the pace as though he had never stopped.

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Being a Druid meant the call of nature was always right at your doorstep.

Being a Druid who grew up in the wild meant you were more connected than many of your fellow Tieflings who grew up either in the cities or in the planes of Hell prior to the fall. It also had put you in a very awkward position when you arrived to the Grove, a place you had hoped to find sanctum in considering everything that had happened in the previous two days. Only you found it in a turmoil of its own, with the pot stirred until it was ready to overflow and temperatures as hot as Avernus itself, you had almost expected everything to fall apart the moment you left to go find this ‘Halsin’ man they had asked for. The leader of the Grove, or so you had heard. Gale, Astarion, and Lae’zel had been skeptical. You were too. Especially since they expected you to walk right into a camp of Goblins and come back out unharmed and with this person at your side. Hearing rumors about a bear had been what led you right to him. As a Druid you knew the basic shapes, you knew that a bear was one of the harder ones you could take shape of but it was also one of the more resourceful ones that many Druids who grew up in woodlands like this often felt drawn to. 

Ironic in the end, considering you had always been drawn to something like the Elk. Not a deer, not like you had initially thought when you had learned to take the shape of another animal, but the Elk with massive horns you could use to knock trees down and throw foes when they got too close for comfort. It was the shape you had taken when you entered the prison and fought off the guards before they released their Wurgs.

It was the shape you dropped as the bear turned to a man who stood twice your size and looked at you like a normal bear would have a cornered Elk in the wild. Then he blinked and those piercing eyes had softened and he was soft as well when he approached and spoke and introduced himself as the man you had been on the hunt for: Halsin.

Being a Druid meant the call of nature was always right there. Halsin was no different and you found some comfort in finding someone else who was so connected with nature. That night at the party with everyone sharing drinks and pipes and stories around the fires you had found him just away from the party at the edge of the creek that ran aside the camp you had temporarily fixed. The moon was high and full enough you wouldn’t have required any light to see, not for who and what you were. You also knew Halsin didn’t need the torch that was a few feet away either, already watching you approach as that tail of yours flicked behind you with every step. You tried to carry yourself the way nature intended: a predator. A beast meant to chase and strike fear in others.

But under his gaze, you felt very much once again like that cornered Elk in the dark forest without a herd.

“Not going to join the others?” You asked. His arms were crossed and his smile still polite despite the way his eyes were roaming. He radiated a strangely calm confidence about him, his chin held up even as he looked down at you. Poised not to run but to strike should the need arise. Halsin shrugged his heavy shoulders and looked out to the others.

“I think I rather enjoy watching them have their fun. They’ve all deserved it.” His eyes returned to you and his smile curved a little higher. “You included. Shouldn’t you be with your friends to celebrate?” The way he poised the question felt like a careful manipulation of words. Both of you knew why and you gave away that you knew when you narrowed your eyes up at him. Astarion and Gale had been open about their advancements towards you. Lae’zel had been at some point too, though her advancements were retracted the moment you hesitated with an answer, leaving you to wander right over to the sauntering Vampire. Who was also a little upset when you denied him, though he continued to offer a few subtle touches and promises despite your polite declines. Gale was nice and accepted when you told him a polite no, instead opting to wander through the party and talk to the others.

Halsin had been watching you that entire time. Watching and waiting patiently until you had come to him first. It set something instinctual in you aflame. Not fear, you didn’t feel the immediate need to run from him at this observation, but caution. Like you had just realized you were in fact not in control in this situation and you were late to this realization. Halsin definitely already knew this.

“I think I’m intending to find some…interesting way to celebrate.” You tried to choose your words to be more aloof, maybe be a little more subtle. But being subtle wasn’t something you had much practice. Nature had never been subtle and it wasn’t in you to fight nature like that. Halsin’s lip turned a little sharp when he smirked.

“Is that so?” But when he spoke he didn’t sound at all like he was portraying. In fact, his voice was still polite and soft and his smile once more softened out as he shook his head. “Go. Celebrate. I’ll be here and we’ll leave in the morning, you should try to get your rest.”

You were confused after that. Halsin wasn’t someone who should have pulled away so easily. It was in your nature, therefore it should have been in his nature, to not deny the nature of things. And at the root of it, nature was screaming for something to acknowledge that spark you felt whenever you looked up at him. Whether it was a very quick romp in the tent that ended with a wobble in your step or an elongated tussle in the forest that left him picking leaves and sticks from his hair. Something should have happened.

But it wouldn’t for a while. Not until the problems that weighed on the older Elf’s shoulders was finally smothered down. Not until the Shadowlands had been reborn and the evil from there banished, leaving the land to slowly lick its wounds. Not until the darkness in his gaze wasn’t from guilt of a time when he couldn’t save the lands, but when it was instead how he looked at you over the fire at the camp just before you were supposed to reach Baldur’s Gate. New and old companions had gathered, wounds old and new being licked as they all shared new stories and the stew Gale had made sure to provide for the evening. Tieflings that had loitered in the lands unable to pass were now sharing the meal as well, many catching up with Wyll as he regaled them with the stories of his travels so far.

You weren’t focused on them. After Rolan and his siblings had been reunited and the Tiefling had sobered up long enough for the three of them to give thanks, you had managed to keep your distance in the camp to avoid much socializing. Halsin, however, had spotted you immediately over the fire and you felt his gaze before you could see him. He was across the camp and surrounded, but he only had eyes for you.

He looked hungry and you were reminded very quickly of the beast beneath the man and felt the hairs on your body raise. That urge of caution you hadn’t felt in so long returned with a vengeance and you felt the unsettling urge to run. But you weren’t uncomfortable like you should have been. The thought came with a sudden rush of heat, which knocked the air from your lungs as you stood a little straighter. When you stopped reclining into the tree he stood a little straighter too. Mimicking you, he stepped slowly to the side to mock your own steps. A dance between the two of you that went unnoticed even once you started to slowly slip into the forest. He paused in his steps when you started to disappear into the bushes and tilted his head in question. There again was that soft face you’ve grown used to from the man. The actual man, not the bear, and you smiled at him before nodding back behind you.

His steps were sudden and more assured as he started to cross through the crowded camp. Instinct pulled and took hold to direct you to turn and no longer walk but sprint into the woods. You could see through the trees and bushes. Most of it was regrown from the damage done, though scarring to the land could be seen when the curled up, dark grass crunched under your bare feet. When had you lost your shoes? Oh, of course, once you started to run you had kicked them off, waving your tail to keep balance so you didn’t stumble and risk ending whatever game had started before you even got a chance to draw it out. They were too clunky and loud for what you were doing. Plus the feeling of the cool dirt between your toes, the mud clinging to your feet as you sprinted was something that couldn’t be compared to anything.

You had made distance by the time you heard the first sound of something behind you. It was light and fluttering and you only had to turn and look up to realize it was just a bird. Not one of those crows who had continued to ambush you when you tried to explore the lands before, but just a normal crow who cried out and took flight when you passed by it. You cursed and immediately turned a new direction. The creature had already given you away and you could only hope Halsin wasn’t close enough to-

A crunch, the snap of something in the tree line and you didn’t hesitate to once more take to sprinting. That instinct that guided you, kept you alive when you grew up in the wilds of the land, directed you to flee. It didn’t direct you to turn and fight with the horns you would have bore, it directed you to run like the prey animal an Elk actually is. It directed you to lower your head and avoid the low branches as something massive gave chase. You wouldn’t have had to look back to know the thumping and splashing were Halsin’s bare feet colliding with the puddles of mud you managed to jump or bounce around. The sounds of limbs snapping from the force of his own body hitting them was growing closer and you turned sharply around a tree. The roots were knotted up and should have tangled his feet, but he was older and faster and had experienced more than you could have ever experienced in the wilds and he must have thrown himself over them because he never fell behind.

Too close. He was too close and your heart was racing, your throat burning as you sucked in sharp gasps, your eyes wide as you tried to figure out a new path. Another right, another left, straight. Straight. Right and right once again, a sharp turn around that let you catch a glimpse of one large arm reaching out to grasp at the tree he could use to turn himself around and never lose his momentum. Your legs were burning. You haven’t had to run this long and this hard in a while and the ache settling in meant your steps were growing clumsy. Weak. And all it took was finally one simple mistake of your foot getting caught in a root and you fell. 

You hadn’t expected him to be so close because the moment you fell he was upon you, the heat and mass of his body encircling your own with arms and legs and bracing so you both tumbled and took the brunt of it against his shoulders. You both rolled and tangled in limbs and leaves and it ended with him pinning your front to the ground, one hand against your shoulder and the other reaching out to grasp your wrist when you reached out to try and pull yourself away. That panic of being caught was transforming when you became more and more aware of the heat and length of him against you. The muscles of his body were fine tuned, a weapon in itself as his legs pinned your own and his chest pressed into your back so you could feel his heart there. His panting was heavy and raspy against your neck and he buried his face right into your pulse point. 

“You run so fast,” He muttered and you became more aware of his teeth and lips against you flesh as he spoke. Then you became aware of his hips shifting and the length of his hard cock fitting just against your ass. He adjusted to press firmly and began to roll his hips slowly, steadily, and rasped out against your flesh. “Not fast enough, though. And you were caught.”

“What do you plan to do with your catch?” You threw your head back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to roll your hips back. The pressure of him had you pinned, but the attempt had him inhaling and rumbling out the softest growl.

“What does a wolf do with the duck it’s caught?”

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“You would trust an assassin with a blade to your throat?” Zevran’s accented voice was low above you. Although you knew he didn’t care to catch the attention of the others at the camp, even took pleasure in drawing eyes and disturbing others sleep, you knew he at least kept it down for the sake of you. That and he knew if too many were aware you would cut this scene short before it even began. And it had take him so long to work you down into trying something new, something that took more time than the quicker romps in your tent you were used to. He was straddling you already nude from the shared bathing you had done earlier. Taking your time in the cool stream allowed you to watch days worth of traveling dirt from your flesh and ease the worry of what was to come from your mind. Politics meant you were always on edge, being a Gray Warden meant you were always directly involved in major politics. Everything else just felt like a bonus. Including the fact only days ago you had to deal with the Werewolves in the forest at the hands of the Dalish and the curse that littered the land from their involvement. You weren’t normally someone for negotiating, rather to use your axe as a negotiator like your family in the underground had done before you. Dwarves weren’t entirely known for their patience. Especially not in politics.

Thankfully, when your temper just edged on too much, the soft and slim Elf you’ve found yourself drawn to knew just what to do to help you relax.

“As much as I probably should.” You muttered from where your cheek was pressed to your crossed arms. It had started with a massage of his hands tracing the muscles you’ve honed from years of carrying an axe almost as big as you. Zevran was a gentle lover. A surprising fact you hadn’t been expecting from the assassin when he first took you to bed. But you found a softer reproach wasn’t worth complaining about considering there was nothing else soft in the daily. He chuckled above you and one of his hands disappeared from your back. You knew already where it was going and found the immediately urge to tense and reach for the weapon at your side. 

“Green?”

“Green.” You said. Zevran brought the flat, cool length of a dagger, one of his, along the curve of your back and you shivered. Goosebumps lined your spine and you fought the initial urge to jerk to the side. That would have definitely ended this little experiment sooner than either of you would have liked. Zevran hummed in approval when you dug your nails into the fabric of the leather you were spread across. He dragged the other flat end to the opposite side of your back.

“You hold too much trust in me, dear, though I can’t say the notion isn’t appreciated, no?” His dagger was edged further up and you closed your eyes when the sharper edge caught the skin. The initial sting had your fingers twitching. It didn’t hurt like you had expected, the shallow cut more than likely not even bleeding, but it was a sharp enough sting to remind you just how sharp the weapon to your back was. The tip was lifted and pressed to your shoulder and he drew it along the length of your shoulder muscles. He outlined them, then the bumps of your spine, then to the curve of your lower back where he paid attention to freckles gathered in a spot there.

Then he dragged it back up and added more pressure on the next slow pull. It stung but didn’t cut and you mouth parted as you released the softest gasp. Then another sharp drag and this time it did sting. He didn’t cut the entire length of your back, just the upper portion before he stopped it and dragged it right back up. 

“You’re so pretty with my marks on you.” He whispered.

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While Steve would never hit you, that didn’t mean you would never hit him.

He was bent across the end of the bed and naked from the waist down. The shirt he had worn that compressed to his muscles was hiked up to expose more of his lower back to you and the dip of his waist you always loved to grab onto. His head was buried into the pillow you had given him for some comfort, his cheek red from both the flush lighting up his neck and the pressure of burying himself into it. His eyes were closed and mouth opened to release the gasp that accompanied when your hand stroked up the back of his thick thighs, feeling that firm steely muscle twitch under your palm.

Steve was built like a damn truck. The muscles honed from the Serum and his own intense training he put himself through near daily were something that he couldn’t have hidden even if he had tried. Any clothes he wore always emphasized them, filled out by the curves and bumps. Every actioned made them flex. Whether he was just shopping in the store and reaching on the higher shelf for a can of something and his chest constricted as did the length of his arm, or whether he was attempting to beat his previous record of jogging through the city at a near unbeatable pace. Everything he did emphasized how strong this man was. Naked he couldn’t hide it even more. Your hands appreciated the dip and curve of his thigh that connected to the angle of the backs of his knees. His calves flexed when you ghosted your fingertips over them and you sighed into his lower back. Where he was bent over with that perfectly rounded ass on display, you were standing and able to fold yourself over and against him whenever you pleased.

When you kissed the spot above his ass he twitched and his hands dug into the bed with enough pressure you worried for the state of the sheets.

“So sensitive today,” You teased him and stood back to bring your hands up to his thighs. It didn’t take much encouragement to have him spread them further and your hand disappeared between them. When he thrust forward with a gasp you knew you had found your prize, fingers curling around the length of his cock and angling it back so it pressed to the edge of the bed. It twitched and droplets of pre coated the sheets, the veins pulsing along the underside of him. When you pulled your hand away the muscles in his legs and ass relaxed.

His hips jerked forward, however, when you pressed the flat of your palm to the underside.

“So damn sensitive.” You said again and grinned when his hips rolled to chase that pressure of the bed and your touch before you pulled it back. His gasps and noises fell into sharper breaths and his eyes opened to make sure you were still there before they closed. That flush on his cheeks lit up brighter.

He was so cute when he was embarrassed.

It also helped that when your hands grabbed the globes of his ass to squeeze them in warning, he couldn’t stop his gasp and groan when you finally brought your palm right down across his ass.

Where as Steve’s slap would have hurt you more than a flash of red and maybe a bruise, your hand on his ass provided that pleasant sting that he never expected to like. His head fell back and his mouth parted to let out those sinful noises. Another massage and grasp before you brought your hand up and slapped it right across his ass once again.

Another gasp and this time he thrust against the bed. You bet if you bent back against to look his cock would be absolutely dripping.

“You like this?” You asked. He nodded and you made sure to slap a little harder, watching how his entire body jerked and he pulled up the blanket. “Do you?”

“Yes!” He sharply hissed out and it almost sounded like a whine when you grabbed the reddening skin and massaged it a little harder than last time. His hiss between clenched teeth turned into an actual whine when you slapped him twice in quick succession. Then another. And another. All until his legs were shaking and you finally gave reprieve. His skin hot under your touch and red enough to glow was greeted by your soft kiss. First on one cheek, then on the other.

“Good.” You cooed at him and heard when he released a slow, shuddering breath. "So good for me." He moaned a little softer as you kissed along his back, at the chills that had settled and at the spasming muscles.

Another hit was met with a moan this time.

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Madara Uchiha, your husband as of two weeks now, found out something about himself recently. It came as an accident. It wasn’t even sexual to start with. It had been prior to your wedding, when the two of you were getting ready to go meet with your parents for dinner plans and discuss the upcoming wedding and times for it. He had stepped out of the bathroom after having applied cologne and was fastening the watch on his wrist when he caught you bending over in front of the mirror. It wasn’t intentional. Just being in your underwear, that blue set he had bought you one day thinking it would look good on you (he was right), had caught his attention. He was a simple man after all. But it was the image of being able to see not just your front as you bent over to face him while you tried to dig through a bag for the make up you had recently bought, but it was the fact he could see the details of your exposed ass in the mirror. And his own reaction. He could see just how hungry the simple sight managed to get to him and the seed for the thought was planted.]

Less than a week ago he had divulged once again.

You had been riding him in the bed and it was also unintentional that while your eyes were closed and he had fisted his fingers through your hair to pull you back so he could take a breast in his mouth he spotted the two of you in the mirror. Not even just that, he spotted how the length of his cock shining with your creamy slick disappeared back into you. Something about the image and witnessing how your ass jiggled when he jerked you down a little harder than intended against his lap had his balls tightening up sudden enough he had to slow your pace or risk finishing suddenly. His eyes met his own over your shoulder and he made a motion of licking up your breast and to your neck, watching the mark he left through the mirror against your throat.

He was hooked.

“Like this?” You were settled across his lap and smelled like that shampoo you had bought. The shower had done nothing for the two of you except promise what was to come, hands dancing over each other until the two of you could barely focus to rinse the soap from your bodies. Now mostly dry he had brought you to the end of the bed, where he had seated himself with his legs spread so your own could rest over his thighs. The length of his cock pulsed where it was nestled against your folds, slick already coating the length of him where he had been rolling his hips in a grinding motion. Your cheeks were hot and you hesitated to actually look at the mirror he had taken care to position earlier that day. His intentions had been clear the moment he dragged you to this position and he had never been more grateful that you were so eager to try something with him. Even with that shy glance that you couldn’t hold back as your eyes fluttered down. It made his cock twitch once more and he couldn’t help the delicate kisses at your neck. Madara was a big man overall, tall and wide and with enough room for you to hold onto his legs or arms even seated on him like you were. His hair was pulled back to keep from sticking to the two of you in a loose tie and one of his hands had already started to rise to massage a breast.

“Perfect.” He muttered in that low, eager tone he reserved for moments like this and you shivered in his hold and against him. His fingers curled to pluck and tug at your nipple and he felt when your cunt clenched above him. A preview of what was about to be enveloping him and he bit his lip to stifle the grunt. His eyes never fell away from the mirror. Even when his free hand slipped over your thigh to pull the foreskin of his cock back and reveal that flushed, thick tip that leaked. Even when his hand fondling your breast urged your up enough that he could just push the tip against your hole and feel how you were already swallowing him up. Clenching onto him like a vice that didn’t want to let him go. That initial pop of pressure when the entire length of him was finally pressed in, breaching that tight hole and urging him in until he couldn’t fit further and your ass was digging into his groin. Your head fell back at that initial feeling of fullness. 

His eyes never left the mirror and how your slick dribbled around his cock and mixed into the curly pubes just over his sack. His eyes never moved when he lifted you with both hands and watched how he was pulled out just to the tip where he could almost pull out completely, almost. Then he dropped you down slowly and watched how you stretched around him.

It felt like the wind was knocked from him at the sight of it, eyes fluttering when the image of him pushing so deep, so far into you almost choked him. Your hands were clenching at his thighs and your moans were against his ear, picking up sound once he picked up the pace for you. That slick turned creamier as he began to fuck you earnestly, his legs parting further to get a proper stance as he began to thrust up into you. It required him to bring one hand back and balance against while the other held you to him, but it didn’t matter.

At this angle, he could still see it all.

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College was supposed to be the time in your life where you experimented. Where you tried to figure out just what you were aiming to become as an adult. You discovered foods you never thought you would have a chance to try, got to speak to people from backgrounds you could have never imagined, and even learned about subjects you never thought of before.  You got to figure out how to be an adult around people close or far in age who were trying to find their own way in life no matter what time it was for them.

You were no exception.

Right into university after high school and graduating with honors, it was no surprise you were accepted with a full scholarship that covered you moving into the dorms. It was a surprisingly large enough campus that you could have spent the day trying to find every corner and still wouldn’t have seen it all. Very few of your high school friends went to college, none of them went to the one you had picked that was out of state and almost three hours away from your home town. It had been the top pick on your list and more of a dream than a reality. Until that acceptance letter came in the mail and you were able to make that dream a reality and moved yourself right over.

College was the time of your life even with the harsh deadlines and full schedule of classes you took each semester. 

It was also the time you found yourself sandwiched between your two lab partners from Biology II with their cocks buried to the hilt inside of you.

Kylo Ren wasn’t what you would have expected from a star student. He was impulsive and combatant in everything he did while occasionally throwing a tantrum that earned him judgmental looks from the other students. It was hard to approach him and even the professor seemed to favor emailing him over a direct message. It didn’t help how big and lanky the man was, having apparently grown into his size later in life than when he should have and it catching up to him all at once. You had met him in Biology I, though you never spoke to him until Biology II when you offered to partner up with him.

Armitage Hux was the opposite and just what you expected in college. He was a prim and proper man who had moved from England only a few years prior to graduation, finishing off his education in a private school. He was top of the class with seemingly no effort and unapproachable by anyone who favored not being given such a sour look. He dressed like a professor himself would and didn’t hesitate to ignore someone should they not be deemed worth his time. You had spoken to him in Biology I, when you both had been partnered. You were a little surprised and proud of yourself when he sought you out in Biology II as a partner. 

The two men looked less than pleased to be stuck with one another, a history there you never got to hear about from either. But the two seemed able to get along due to one buffering factor; you. Whether it was the fact you were able to keep them focused and direct their annoyance or disinterest in one another back to the project. It felt like you were wrangling toddlers half the time and if they both worked each other up you mostly gave up on the situation and relocated yourself just far enough away in whatever room you were in to avoid their arguing as you continued on the project. Eventually they would settle down when they realized you weren’t there anymore and migrate close to you once again.

That really should have been your first sign you were more than a lab partner to them. You were a fascination to Armitage. An enigma he seemed strangely fond of in the simple ways that he always held the door open for you, managed to always have an extra pen for you to borrow, and even had a charger on him whenever you three met up. Kylo was…more obsessive. He followed you closely even outside of the project or class, often helped you carry or move things whenever he found you in the middle of doing something. If he spotted you while you were eating or just existing he’d always sit next to you, even if the two of you never said a word to each other the entire time. At some point when it all came to a head between their dislike for each other and their infatuation with you, that couldn’t be said. What could be said was this wasn’t the first time you were sandwiched in your bed and thankful the few others you shared a dorm with were out for the afternoon.

Armitage was always underneath. Despite how he groaned or complained and even tried to flip the tables despite knowing he couldn’t actually throw both you and Kylo off and around at the same time. But he always caved surprisingly quickly, usually once you were planting your mouth against his neck and rolling your hips to drag his cock against you. His pale skin always lit up a beautiful red to emphasize the freckles on his neck and shoulders that you liked to taste. Every nip you gave the junction where his shoulder met his neck made him jerk and his hands grasp at your hips to urge you back down as he bucked against you. Armitage was always the one to enter you first at this angle, releasing a strained gasp and groan with his eyes closed and head thrown back when he pressed himself to the base inside of you. Your moans were always muffled against his shoulder or his chest as you kissed at him, feeling when his hold shook.

Kylo was surprisingly careful under your guidance. He never pressed in too fast or without proper lubrication spread across himself first, with the entire length of him glistening to he could press the tip right against the underside of Armitage’s own cock. Armitage always made a face at the initial feeling then relented when the pressure and feeling of another cock dragged against his and filled your hole further. It took some work to put both of them in you, often starting with fingers and spreading until you were leaking all over Armitage’s thighs.

“Slow down you brute-“ Armitage hissed as Kylo’s particularly sharp thrust rocked you forward and higher up to bite at his ear, whining into it. Armitage was letting out sharp gasps and noises through his clenched teeth, eyes narrowed past your shoulder to the man panting and grunting above you. Kylo’s pace didn’t even slow. If anything, at your lack of complaining and his spite for Armitage, he set a much more brutal pace that rocked you and Armitage further into the wrinkled sheets. Your moans grew into muffled screams that had Armitage’s hand coming up to lace and tug at your hair, moaning right into your ear when he tucked his face to your neck. This close you caught the faintest whines that he tried to hide, all of which slipped out between barely parted lips and when his body shook too much.

Kylo’s own hand bracing against your back dug nails into your spine and you knew he was close. Emphasized in the sharp, shameless thrusts as he took up a more bruising pace, ignoring how Armitage’s body began to twitch and spasm under the ministrations.

“Fast-“ Armitage hissed suddenly and Kylo’s free hand, once grasping the pillow passed Armitage’s head, curled so the large man could press his full wait down and grind himself into you instead of thrusting. The friction was felt on your walls and against you clit when you were smashed against Armitage, who jerked and tried to buck when the pace faltered. Armitage’s head was thrown back and with a strangled sound he was coming, hands bruising as he pulled your head back and folded your spine so he could properly look up at you with that flush, shattered expression he only got this far gone. That neat hair was tussled, sweat sticking bangs to his forehead and eyes wide despite how they tried to flutter closed.

Kylo’s strangled noise came with your orgasm, which locked the two cocks further against each other and pushed out Armitage’s cum to drip along the lengths of them and onto the bed. 

It didn’t take much longer before Kylo jerked out and set a brutal pace on his cock with his own hand until he splashed the cum at the space where Armitage and you were still connected, seeming satisfied when Armitage twitched and frowned in displeasure despite how his own spent cock continued to pulse.

Then he collapsed against your back and you wheezed as Armitage groaned.

“Get off.”

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You’ve never taken a Tiefling to bed.

Especially not one who was so confident and fragile all at once. Rolan had convinced you when you first met him months ago in the Grove that he was a master Wizard in the making who would one day shatter mountains and manipulate the stars himself. Even Gale was fascinated by the Tiefling’s energy and even the few times his magic was witnessed. That conviction for who he was remained even when you found him drunk and nearly losing his life out in the Shadowlands when he desperately went after his siblings. It remained even when you found him with a blackened eye and broken spirit.

It remained long after he helped to take back the tower and soon took up the mantle as it’s new master, his siblings coming in to help him establish a new layer of control as he was finally given the space to explore his abilities.

His power did grow surprisingly quickly. Fast enough that once peace finally came to Baldur’s Gate and it looked like you could have a proper future, you were shocked to find what all he could manage to do with just a single hand. It also shocked you when he began to properly ‘court’ you. A concept you were a little familiar with, having been born in Baldur’s Gate years ago and witnessing it amongst the nobles there, but you had never been subjected to it. It also turned out that Tiefling courting was unique and something you’ve not seen before being Human. Flowers and gifts were common for Humans from what you’ve seen, for Rolan the Tiefling it was more than that. Often did he make grand gestures to show that he was worthy of not just your attention but worthy enough to keep it for years to come. This came in the form of mastering a type of magic you’ve never seen. Sometimes it came in the form of having found a rare magical artifact of some kind that he would always give to you despite you telling him to keep it in the tower. He even learned to dance just for you.

It was adorable and his siblings had teased him the day you returned his affections and just how happy he had ended up being. Tails of a Tiefling gave away everything about them. It told you just how he was feeling and it really didn’t help that his raised up into the air just enough to be noticeable when you walked into the room. That was another point of teasing. But here, with the two of you in his room alone and bare to each other and with his body sprawled under you, that mouth of yours tracing patterns over his chest as he gasped and arched to chase it. 

The Tiefling body was something that constantly ran hot and had more ridges than smooth portions of skin. Like he had been crafted from the stones from Avernus itself, your hands couldn’t roam very far without stumbling over a sharp or hard part. His hip and spine were encased in the small pebbles of sharp bumps, his chest outlined in them. His sternum stood out sharper than anyone’s you’ve seen before and his heart was racing under your hand when you pressed your palm above it. That tail of his was thrashing beside him and made noises when the flat side of the tip slapped to the sheets. His cock was heavy and ridged like the rest of his body and the tip was oozing right into the dips of his slim stomach.

Rolan’s legs had more muscle than the rest of his body. His body was shaped and well maintained, but there was a noticeable lack of muscle against his softer chest and arms compared to the legs you let your mouth drop to kiss. His thighs flexed and almost closed when you nipped at the flesh there and your arms had to keep them spread. When he gasped your name and brought a hand up to tug at your shoulder and try to pry you up to kiss you once again you fought against his hold and enjoyed his almost pitiful, upset whine. Your grin was felt and his tail lashed now in annoyance at your amusement, something he forgot when you kissed along the length of his leg and back up. Right when your lips dusted over the crease of his thigh and groin and his cock twitched against his stomach, you pulled away and gave the same treatment to the other leg.

“You’re doing this on purpose.” He rasped when you returned back up and ghosted your breath at the base of him, where his sack flexed. Your tongue flicked out to taste it and his entire body jerked with a strangled sound. “S-stop the teasing, damn it.” He was cursing now, his words muffled when he brought one hand up to cover up the moan you almost pulled from him when you licked a little harder up the center of his sack. Every inch of him lit up and he arched up into the air, thrusting once, then twice before his cock was resting on his lap as he panted.

“I love your body, Rolan.” You stated it simply as your cheek came to rest on his thigh, both hands traveling up to touch and brush across his stomach and chest and every sharp edge he had. His eyes fluttered and his mouth parted as he arched and tried to roll into your touch. One of his hands fell to touch one of your own and you linked your fingers with his and felt that desperate grasp of his hand.

“Hush.” He hissed and that tail of his curled suddenly and wrapped around your out-stretched arm and squeezed just slightly. “Hush, damn it.” He muttered when you laughed into the dip of his hip before you turned to kiss at the base of his cock. Here he smelled musky and felt the hottest under your lips. A particularly thick and long vein on the underside pulsed when he twitched and his lips parted to release a shaky moan.

“You’re just so pretty, Rolan. I can’t help it. I love this, love every inch of you.” As you rose and let him finally pull you up you took pauses to kiss and mark up his chest, nipping fading marks over his ribs and chest. By the time you finally reached his lips he was panting and shaking and it took both hands to grasp and pull you into a wet, harsh kiss. His mouth was open and his tongue pressing and curling in your open mouth, another feature of the Tiefling you weren’t entirely prepared for. Every inch of you burned under his touch and kiss and he guided you up until you were straddling his stomach, just where the tip and edge of him was resting at. When you parted your hands went up and caught the end of his horns where the skin was stretched around them and watched how hissed. 

The Tiefling body was so, so sensitive.

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How does one who is pent up manage to have sex with their tall, very fit and attractive boyfriend who seems to get so flustered at even the faint offer of a glimpse of your breasts?

Well, you stay completely clothed of course!

You wore a skirt just for this purpose and made sure that, while it was hot and sweaty under your buttoned uniform, nothing was untucked and didn’t show more skin than you already flustered boyfriend could handle. Your hat was abandoned to the side and your gloves were lost so you could slide your hands through his hair and hold his head back just to keep his eyes from wandering. He was seated in the wooden chair once shoved under the desk in his private room. His rank definitely gave him privilege here to afford a private room with a lock, an important detail that he wouldn’t have missed on a night like this. Those long legs were planted for balance and to keep from knocking the chair back when you raised and dropped yourself on his lap. His pants weren’t pushed down at all and were instead just opened enough through the front with his belt tossed open for his cock to have been exposed.

The entire act of exposing said cock was a quick endeavor broken by kisses and quick strokes that kept the man distracted as you worked your underwear aside and tucked him under your skirt. When he did instinctively try to look at feeling the dripping cunt dragging over his tip you had thought ahead and made sure the length of said skirt covered the entire scene. A jarring feeling for certain, but it wasn’t unwelcomed by him judging by how tightly he gripped your hips and dragged you along himself. His head was thrown back, hat abandoned so his lips could part into desperate gasps as he raised and pressed the tip through the opening.

After that, well, the rest was history.

Your hips were rolling more than actual bouncing, grinding your clit against the material of your skirt as your mouth parted and you dragged your nails through his hair. His eyes were wide and wild and both of his hands continued to roam the body you didn’t allow him to even glance at, his fingers spreading and digging in with enough force to bruise you through your clothing. Those thick thighs of his flexed when you braced against them and occasionally he dared to thrust up, trying to match your pace before his own rhythm faltered and he let out a choked sound. He filled you just right at this angle, the fat tip dragging along your walls as you dared to tug at his hair again when those eyes trailed.

“Eyes on me.” You gasped and your mouth was against his when a complaint started on his tongue, hips gyrating faster. Those hands jerked and he keened in your mouth, tongue pressing to your own as his body spasmed under your ministrations. His moans were muffled and swallowed and your hands held him there so your noses touched as he gasped and panted into your open mouth. “Eyes here, eyes here.”

“Yes.” He gasped, the sound a lost, choking noise he could barely get out. The two of you had engaged in enough in the past that you were aware of just what he looked like when he was pushed to the edge, teetering right there with only one more thing necessary to push him over. And you were in the same boat. That’s why one of your hands remained in his hair to keep his head pulled back and on you while the other hand dropped and you were touching your clit with enough pressure to make you keen against him. He felt the change, felt when you tightened around him further and his hand disappeared and knocked your own aside to quickly rub in its place. His fingers, calloused and thick were so gentle when he tried to match your motions even though he didn’t see them and yet it did it. Just the thought of him so desperate to push you over the edge, to knock you past that limit sent you crumbling and you were gasping his name into his neck.

Your orgasm was like liquid heat boiling over. A pot left on the stove too long and pouring hot water onto the eye below, sizzling until someone finally turned the switch off. But that switch wasn’t turned off and you found yourself pushed off his lap with him following, cock buried to the hilt as he curled his massive form over you and braced his hands to the floor suddenly. Senses dulled by your orgasm it took you too long to realize he had you pinned and his hips were moving unevenly, jerking as he chased his own pleasure and huffed and groaned above you.

When he moaned your name you were vaguely aware of his nails digging grooves into the ground behind your head and suddenly his hips jerked twice and he was pressed as deep as he could be. You felt when he came, his cum thick and filling and coming in waves with every short, sharp thrust. Every panting breath sounded like he was choking and when he started to settle you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes and found he had never stopped watching you.

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“Are you sure?”

You had probably asked that question so many times that Tobirama’s patience should have been waining at some point. But it never did. He was patient and gentle and kind even when you were sitting over his stomach and your hand was finally, finally at his throat and your fingers were just starting to tighten around it in experiment. His eyes were piercing and sharp and followed your every movement from the way your chest heaved tightly at your breathing, to the way your eyes dropped to your hand at his throat, to the point where you both were connected to. His cock had been nestled deep in your for a minute now, the entire process of him filling you taking long enough that you had to work your way onto him. This angle didn’t help when mixed with the size and length of him. He was a big man over all and that traveled through all of him.

Still, you’ve made love with your husband enough times to know just how to work him safely into you and how long you would have had to sit there to adjust. That time has already passed and now you were left with that feeling of being full and the racing heart of anticipation swelling in your chest. His request hadn’t come from nowhere. It had happened once in the heat of the moment, when your hands had desperately tried to grab onto something and it ended with your fingers digging into the side of his neck when he fucked into you harshly one night. Your nails dug in and his gasp had been loud and heated and his pace had turned brutal before he finished deep inside. When his question was asked it was over dinner and you had almost choked. Tobirama wasn’t known for his timing, you had known this for years, still you had wished he would have been more tasteful in the least.

But the question was asked and on the table; he wanted you to try choking him.

While the thought had crossed your mind in the past you had assumed he would have rather wanted to choke you instead of letting you do it to him. That seemed more reasonable considering how in control he normally was in the bedroom. Still, he had asked you and it was rare whenever he came to you with a request so you were eager to indulge him. Even now, when your hand hesitated to tighten further as your eyes traced his face in worry.

His lips turned up just slightly in amusement and his hands settled on your thighs to rub comforting motions.

“You won’t hurt me if that’s what you’re worried-ah!” The sudden pressure of closing your fingers was surprisingly satisfying. Especially when his eyes fluttered closed and the strangled sound of pleasure and shock was torn out of him and felt under your palm. His cock twitched inside of you and you gasped at the motion. Then your hips rolled, slowly, and you let your fingers tighten further and further. His pulse was thrumming under your touch and his body was jerking up weakly against his own attempts to keep himself from moving. His control in his body was normally well maintained, which left you fascinated at this new development.

Another squeeze, another thrust, another strangled sound under your fingers.

“Like this?” You asked and flushed at the breathless way you sounded. But seeing him like this was doing something to you, making you tighten and pulse around him as his hips jerked up once again. With his eyes half opened he licked his lips then nodded as much as your hold let him.

You squeezed again.

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“You couldn’t take him.”

Johnny Silverhand was a pain in V’s side. She hated the man at first, had thought of him as a parasite looking for the right moment to burrow right to the stem and cut her out of her own body. He was a menace who she was forced to share a mind with and the thought of ending her own life before he could was such a promising enough thought she had to regularly go for a jog through the mostly secured streets of Night City in hopes of distracting her mind. He was no help, of course, with all of his suggestions either coming with the hint of bodily harm to either herself or someone else or the destruction of a massive company she was trying to use for her own gain.

Well, less the company and more of the hidden experimental tech she had accidentally inserted just before dying. A common mistake, of course, and one that had put her on a path she couldn’t step off of anymore. Others were tied in by association and soon it was a spider web of connections that all started with her at the center. That was a level of pressure she’s never faced before and when she had thought she would at least be alone when her end unavoidably came to her, she found she wasn’t and that thought might have scared her more. She wasn’t really alone with Johnny there, but he didn’t count at first. Not until the two of them started to see eye to eye, even going as far as the man offering her up the dog tags and promise he had inherited. She wore them at all times now, along with that dumb tattoo on her upper arm that had earned her a few words of teasing, especially from Panam when she saw it.

However, someone who had definitely been there since the beginning was a man she had managed to mostly ignore feelings. Mostly.

When Jackie was around and him and Misty could act as that sweet buffer that took all the attention, she didn’t mind sitting beside him and occasionally making small talk with the Ripper she had been introduced to through Jackie. Before this, when she was all suit and prim and proper, she had never even thought of seeing a Ripper. Wouldn’t have thought about it considering her coverage meant she wouldn’t have had to worry about faulty equipment. Until they purposefully turned it on her and she found her entire system on the verge of shutting down.

Viktor Vektor had saved her life and to this day he continued to give her hand outs she never once thought she deserved.

It continued on once her and Jackie lived together and it wasn’t uncommon for the two of them to show up with matching injuries that required the man’s touch. Based upon Jackie’s initial description of Viktor, V had been convinced he was going to be an old man in glasses with overalls who spoke only about the glory day. While the personality was on par with the description, he was not the old man she had been picturing with gray hairs and a lengthy beard. He was the well-toned, muscle filled beast of a man dressed ready to go out for a casual dinner after he managed to stitch his patient up.

And that voice?

It was to die for. V had been ashamed at how quickly she had fallen for this man in what had started as simple attraction and lust she could temporarily burn out through a quick rub off in the night. Then, one night, it developed into something more.

She blamed that night of too many drinks, of when Jackie and Misty had ventured to the bar to pick up another round through the crowd and left her and him alone in the booth, elbows touching when she stretched her arms up and out. Viktor didn’t move away when her knee had touched his and his head was angled slightly to look through those sunglasses and right at her. Nothing in his stare gave anything away, nothing about his relaxed body language gave anything away.

But she just knew something was different when she and him spoke. And then he laughed and she found her heart skipping and she almost fell apart right there. She was sure she had a dumb smile on her lips when Jackie returned because he didn’t shut up about it later on the ride home and she had almost punched him for it if she wasn’t still thinking about his smile and laugh and the way the sleeves of his shirt clung to his upper arms.

She was gone.

“I could take him.” V told Johnny in response as she adjusted and re-wrapped her fists. The pattern mattered, Vik had been the one to teach her that when she started to climb the ranks of street fights to the upcoming professional match with the heavy weight champion that had called her out specifically. Why she wouldn’t know, just that Fred was very excited for the upcoming match and you were very much under prepared for such a thing. Street matches were one thing, but the heavy weight champion? That was an entirely new ball field that she wasn’t prepared to face.

Johnny had already took up a bet with her that she would kick his ass. She took up that she would at least last a couple rounds before the knock out came. That’s when the inner parasite had given her the best suggestion she’s ever heard from him; ask a professional for training. And who was the only other professional she knew who wouldn’t mind taking the time to train her?

“Are you talking to yourself in there?” Vik’s voice was low in nature but carried like a drum hit. It jarred her and she cursed as she finished up her preparations quickly and finishing off the wrapping. As she slid on the boxing gloves she dared a look up to Johnny with a spiteful glare.

“You’re going to stay quiet and stay out of my way this entire time, got it?”

“What, can’t handle that I could do better?” Johnny was always quick with the comeback. It was either entertaining or it was terrible and pissed her off. This was edging somewhere in the middle as she scoffed and stood, rolling her shoulders. 

“How about you just go do…whatever you do when you’re not out here and leave me alone for this, right?” Johnny cocked his head to the side and uncrossed one leg to stretch it out. V had grown used to his mannerisms and she hated that she found herself falling into some of them. Such as the way he cocked a hip to the side she did the same movement.

“Fine, fine.” Johnny dropped his arms and turned to bring up that metal arm to clutch at the cigarette she could almost taste. “But I swear on every fucking thing, if you make me stay here and watch as you eye fuck him again I swear. I fucking swear, V.”

“Shut the fuck up.” V turned away and she heard when he fizzled out of her reality and back into the safe little chip somewhere in her brain. Dormant, for now, though she knew he was there. Always there. Like a little sleeper agent that wouldn’t ever go away. When she came out of the bathroom Vik had let her use in his shop he was already up and in the ring he had in the back. It was a part of the shop she hadn’t found a need to explore before. Everything she needed from him was right up front where she could just walk right in. Why would she have any reason to go to the back? Other than that one time she got overly nosy because he didn’t talk about some mysterious boxing past that Jackie kept hinting at and she was drawn to the trophies and posters shoved right to the top of a small locker room. No wonder she didn’t notice a thing, Vik had all but shoved his entire past right up there and out of sight from his clinic. Unless one had been nosy she would have never known he had made it all the way to the heavy weight championship one in his youth. What had actually happened she didn’t know. Of course she could have asked Misty or even looked up that name he went by when he still commanded the crowds with his prowess, but she wanted to hear it from him.

Sadly, Vik was a mostly open book with nothing but vague sentences inside.

It was shocking enough that he had agreed to ever train her for this. She had assumed she’d have had to go to the streets and throw punches with whoever she found in preparation. But the conversation was brought up when she had ordered the mark V Gorilla Arms and was seated on the chair waiting for him to get everything ready. It was a drastic change, after all. V had done Mantis Arms only for the longest time, had even recently dropped a pretty penny on a new set that had enough heat to burn through metal like butter. Although Vik wasn’t normally one known for small talk he couldn’t help but ask her what it was about.

When she casually dropped the name Razor he had turned faster than she had ever seen. Although those glasses were hiding the eyes she had only seen once or twice, she could practically feel the fire in his gaze that matched his wild grin. His excitement was palpable and she didn’t know what had come over him when he started spouting off pointers and she finally cracked and asked him to be her personal coach. And the rest led to this moment when she walked out in the boxers that she knew had once been Jackie’s, yet she had stolen them when she lived with him and never returned them and the tight sports bra that showed off the physique shaped by the city around her. Her tattoos were a testament to her time there too, a few even done by some of Jackie’s family when she had spent more time than she should have at Mama Welle’s bar. 

The sight of Viktor stopped V before she even approached.

V had known the Ripper had to be strong physically. She’s witnessed this man lift Jackie up and into the chair alone with her fumbling hands to help. She’s witnessed him pick up and throw an entire man who was getting too close for comfort to Misty in the alley one day. The clothes he wore didn’t entirely leave much to the imagination on the daily, but seeing him in only that tank top that had peeked out over the tops of his button up and boxing shorts he filled out way too well? V suddenly felt like this was a terrible idea. Back to her she could see the muscles shifting when he stretched and rolls his arms, his head popping to one side then back to the other. When he turned around after a moment she always realized he had ditched those sunglasses and his bright blue eyes weren’t hidden anymore and V knew that was going to be a dangerous distraction.

“There you are, kid. Thought you managed to get lost.” Her clapped his gloved hands together then motioned for her to climb up. V stumbled when she pressed through the ring and looked around in mild awe.

“And here I thought you were just some old man who drank piss tasting beer.”

“My beer does not taste like piss.” She noticed he didn’t deny the first part and smirked, which he didn’t entertain anymore as he began to circle the ring, dragging one glove along the top rope of it. “How much do you know about boxing?”

“Just what you’ve told me when we’ve watched those matches.” Which was a lot. Vik was always detailed when he witnessed something he was passionate about, never once slowing down in how he spoke unless V managed to interrupt him with a question. So, this at least meant she knew the basics and what a “piss poor punch” looked like in many details. Vik nodded his head and continued to circle, V turning to keep him in her sights the entire time.

“Alright, well, it’s not like a street fight, you should know that much. Although I can’t say how professional this is going to be, it’s going to be against someone who is a professional and that should be enough. That means we have to start with the basic. Can you dodge a hit?”

V had opened her mouth with a very confident answer in her voice only for Vik to move like a blur, ducking his body low and coming up with a flash of red from his glove that V barely wobbled out of the striking range for. Her eyes had to be wide and the shock obvious when she fell back and against the rope because Vik was grinning. Now he looked like the boxer he was instead of the old Ripper Doc who often kicked up his feet and complained at the aches in his wrists after fiddling with his arm’s mechanism for too long. The mechanism he had left at the desk and gave her the view of a battered arm with small blots of bruising and scarring from his constant dosage of the stimulants he always had on him. He patted his gloves together and didn’t give her a second to relax once he threw another. And another.

He was in his element now and V felt like a fish out of water despite having worked her way up to where she was.

It was almost comical how easy it was for this man to disarm her like he did. How easy the sight of his muscles flexing with every throw, how the grunts when he swung and just missed and stumbled a little distracted how, how everything about him distracted her. Maybe that’s why the next strike that she should have been able to drop low and avoid caught her shoulder and sent her sprawling back and against the rope. Vik was quick to jump on this advantage and his arm was bracing against her chest and her eyes were wide because suddenly he was much too close and the musky smell of him and his cologne was overwhelming her with how close he was. The heat of his body was scorching and her body reached back at the ropes to try and balance herself as he raised up his other fist for a strike that never came. He was huffing softly and brought his hand down as he released her and stepped back to let cool air break the heat between them.

“If this was a match I would have continued to hit you until the ref broke it up. I can’t say if the ref would do such a thing in this match considering, but you would have definitely been coughing up something before we were pulled apart. It’s not just punches you’ll need to block. You have to keep them off of you too, kid. They’ll take advantage of anything you give.”

“Well, in my defense, I wasn’t expecting my doc to throw himself on me like that.” V teased through the ache in her shoulder as she rolled her arm back and forth. Vik scoffed and stepped further back to the center as V followed his steps slowly.

“I don’t think Razor is going to announce his next punch, but if it makes you feel better. Right hook.” V looked confused. Then she ducked because, as he had stated, the right hook was swung and she was in a direct path to be struck by it, collapsing to the ground and popping back up as she stumbled.

“Very funny.”

“Didn’t you know, I do comedy during the day.” The next punch he threw V decided not to dodge but to instead bring her arms up and out to take the hit. The Gorilla Arms he had put in handled the hit well and the whirring of them activating was loud in the clinic, a sound that made Vik grin. “There we go, was worried you forgot you had these.”

“I don’t want to hurt my favorite Doc.” She muttered and dropped her arms to roll them back and forth. Steam hissed briefly when a vent opened and she felt the tension in them release, the hit’s impact directed out and away. They definitely were worth the credits she had to dish out for them. Vik snorted.

“I’m not made of glass, kid. Just because I decided to keep my body intact doesn’t mean I can’t handle a hit.”

“From Gorilla Arms?”

“From you.” That felt personal and V crossed her arms and cocked a brow at him. Vik’s lips upturned and the mirth in his eyes was still weird to see directly considering she was used to the glasses. She was used to not seeing his gaze and not knowing where it was at. Now? Now she could see how it took her in. How it traversed from her face to the rest of her in a swipe and back up. Her heart rate spiked and she could feel the sweat on the back of her neck. Vik brought a hand up and rubbed the back of his glove over his cheek to knock sweat aside. “Do you know how to do a take down?”

“Like…you mean tackling them?”

“Yes and know. Considering Razor is going to be twice your size, I think you’re going to have to do more than just tackle him.” Vik had a point and she didn’t like it. Still, she motioned with his hand to go on and he shrugged. “Take me down.”

“Just like that?” She asked and he nodded. “….Doc, you sure?”

“Just try.” V scoffed. Try? Oh, she was going to do more than just try, she was going to do so. Which is why V took a quick step and picked up speed in the short distance between them. She was worried that he wasn’t going to be prepared when she just caught him bringing his arms in to block and she pulled back the last second. A mistake on her part, because when she finally met him she found that he was a wall of muscle she couldn’t move and his arms looped around her into a hold she’s seen in the ring before on his TV. And in a swift jerking motion that used her momentum he flipped them and she was taken down to the ground, his weight heavy atop her as his legs angled to pin hers to the ground and her arms were held out by his shoulders. Even when she thrashed and tried to kick him off she found she couldn’t move, just gasp and smack at his back desperately until eventually she gave up and felt his hold relax.

“You can do better than that, can’t you?” He mocked lightly when he pushed up, one hand aside her face to brace and the other just beside her ribs. His eyes took her in suddenly before they quickly snapped back to her face like he was aware his gaze could finally be seen. There was a flush to him, but she blamed it on the heat of the training. 

“Didn’t think you could do that.” She admitted and he laughed a breathless sound before he pushed back up slowly and held out a hand for her to take. Their gloves squeaked when they met and he pulled her up quickly, making her wobble before bracing against him. “Okay, okay, I’ll actually try this time. I promise.”

“Good, you shouldn’t hold yourself back just because it’s a familiar face. Might be what costs you.”

“I get it, I get it.” She waved him off and stepped aside a little further, then she braced herself. This time she didn’t rush in, instead taking a moment to properly assess Vik. He took up a proper boxer’s stance even if it was more relaxed, prepared to jump aside or adjust however he needed to. It was like his previous stance. He was also a heavy weight boxer, someone who was heavier and bigger than her even with her enhancements. In a fight for a survival she could have won, there wasn’t much doubt, but a fight to not kill him and just practice how to handle a hand to hand fight? Different world all on itself.

“Go low.” Johnny was there suddenly and he was seated on the ropes, his body curled as he tilted and took in the image of the Doc. V narrowed her eyes past Vik’s shoulder for a moment before returning her gaze right back to him.

‘I don’t need a back up coach.’

“Obviously you do since I think you’re going to keep failing on purpose just to grope the poor guy. Or hope he gropes you. Pervert.” Johnny shook his head and in a flicker he was walking in the ring behind Vik now. Close enough Vik should have been aware and feel if he was actually there. Johnny looked him up and down and whistled slowly. “He’s built like a brick house. Probably would lay you on your ass if you gave him the chance. At least he’d fix you up afterwards. Might even offer to finally pay off your debt by-“

‘Not the time.’ V felt a flush and tried to act like she was still figuring out an angle. Vik didn’t look in a hurry, simply watching as she maneuvered herself back and forth in thought. Really she was trying to focus while Johnny was still there and still watching.

“When you charge him keep up, then drop last second. Sweep those legs. You know the fuck I’m talkin’ about, right? He’s pointed it out all the time on that stupid match he watches.”

‘Knew you paid attention.’

“I have nothing else I can do, The fuck do you want me to do?” Johnny stepped back and nodded towards him. “Now, hit him. And if you fuck this one up, I’m taking the reigns and showing you how to actually fight.”

The thought of Johnny taking control and trying to manipulate the body she had carefully put money and time into, again, was not on her bucket list. Especially if she was supposed to trust him with throwing a damn punch at the doc with those hands of hers that he had put in himself. So, she braced herself and took off with a new resound speed, keeping up like before and watching how his arms started to come up before she dropped suddenly. Her shoulders and body caught his waist and upper thighs and the wind being knocked from him was loud, a strangled sound when she wrapped her arms around his lower back and lifted with all her might. It wasn’t exactly her strength she used to lift him but the momentum of running itself and she dropped him to the mat with a resounding thump that echoed as she continued to see it through. Her body folded over his and she tried to mimic the pin from earlier, the same pinning motion that had her immobilized. But he was big and sturdier and when he began to thrash she had to lock up around him and fight the way his hands caught her sides and tried to push her up. She grunted and struggled to keep locked onto him, his thrashing growing worse until he managed to kick and roll them over and latch onto her there. Her legs curled around his waist and she bucked herself up to throw him. It almost worked if he didn’t press his weight against her, making her buck again.

He grunted and she made a noise when she tried, once more, by bracing her elbows into the ground and thrust herself up. Until his hands pressed right to her arms and shoulders and kept her held there as he choked on some strange sound. There was a moment she worried she had actually hurt him. That is until she felt a hardness dig into her thigh when he tried to keep her pinned in her thrashing. The feeling of it had her frozen and she choked on a gasp, blinking through sweat and adrenaline that hammered her heart in her chest. Her fight left her and Vik once more kept the pressure to hold her down. Up until he realized she was just tense and no longer bucking and thrashing like a wild creature and he lifted himself up enough to let her breath and so his own heavy breaths warmed her cheeks as he looked over over. Pride mingled and fought with another emotion that was so hot in his gaze that it would have been dumb for V to not pick up on what it was.

Lust.

“There you go.” He muttered and his voice was lower. A rough edge burned to it and V felt her legs coil a little tighter around him, a motion not lost as his eyes dipped like he could see the point the two of them met. His own tension was there and he didn’t move for several seconds, maybe even minutes. V couldn’t be sure. Not until his body lowered a little more like he was relaxing himself into her instead of pinning her and he felt when her legs tightened just a little more. “You know you’re supposed to let go once you’ve lost, right? End of the round and all.” Vik teased, but there was nothing in his tone that gave away what he was feeling. Not at first. But his eyes wandering gave it all away and it left V to wonder how often those eyes had traveled when he had his glasses on.

“You’re saying that like I lost here.” She muttered and his grin turned a little higher at the edges, his head angling down so his breathing was felt at her lips now. When this turn of flirting and almost glances became this she wasn’t sure, he probably wasn’t sure either, but she was vaguely aware of Johnny’s faint ‘finally’ echoing in the back of her head as she surged forward to kiss him.

It had been building. She would have been an idiot to deny that the sexual tension between them might have always been there. Even when she had first met him and Jackie was that buffer to keep things from becoming too much too fast, leaving them to the glances and her flirting that he always politely pushed aside. Always, it had to be there, because if it hadn’t then this kiss wouldn’t have felt like puzzle pieces clicking into place. It wouldn’t have felt like something right had finally happened and she could forget about everything in the world around her and focus instead how quickly he was trying to force off the gloves on his hands without breaking the kiss. He tasted of that piss beer she mocked, some type of gum he must have been chewing, and him. Just him. It was hard to explain it but it felt uniquely like him and her mouth moved to engulf him. V kissed like she fought; reckless. Vik tried to keep it slow, tried to work his way up to when his lips would part and his tongue would find hers, but she almost immediately started with tasting him and his patience had been worn thin for a while.

When those gloves were finally thrown off and his hands could touch her he didn’t hesitate to bring one down to her hip and bring her up to properly feel the erection straining his boxing shorts. The thought that he might be naked under said shorts did something to her and she rolled her hips in his grip just to feel him closer. The boxers she wore definitely didn’t do much to keep a barrier between them and the length of him slotted perfectly to her lips and her mouth parted from the kiss to gasp.

Vik cursed because he had definitely just found out V wasn’t wearing underwear under the boxers.

“Is this part of the training?” V asked when his mouth lowered to her neck, teeth leaving marks down the length of it. She arched and managed to throw her own gloves off and brought one hand up to grip at his hair and urge him lower and lower. That bra did nothing against his mouth and he was nipping through the pad of it at her breast. He laughed hotly against her chest and dove lower to nip at her diaphragm and feel when her legs finally loosened under his touch. Letting him dip further down so his mouth found her stomach and his eyes looked up at her.

“If it makes this a regular thing, sure, kid. Sure.” His mouth opened and the open mouthed kiss he pressed at her lower, twitching stomach had her arching and chasing and his hands held her down before they were hooking fingers into her boxers. V propped up on elbows to watch him and how he pulled them down and revealed that some of her tattoos did in fact leak into her inner thighs and hips. And that she was in fact soaking the interior of the boxers from how wet she already was. Those eyes were so reflective and expressive that it was entirely impossible to miss how he looked at her like a damn meal, the boxers pulled down and peeled away to be tossed aside. His hand dropped and caught her ankle and in a tug she was pulled right flush to his face, the stubble of his chin scratching at her groin as he muffled a hiss as his tongue finally slipped between the wet folds.

It felt like liquid heat where he licked. His tongue was long and flat and swiped over her hole and to her clit in one sharp swipe, his nose pressing just to the top and between soft curls as his grip tightened suddenly on her leg. Then her thighs. His mouth opened to swallow up in wet, loud kisses, and Vik indulged himself without a hurry. Even when V’s hands dipped and tugged at his hair to urge him to speed up, he took his time. His tongue curled and flattened when he took his time, his eyes closing to savor this. Whether it was the taste or the act alone, he was invested and he pulled back only long enough to bring one hand down and between her parted thighs.

“Vik, come on, don’t” ‘Tease’ was forgotten when two fingers of his swirled around her clit and gathered that slick he had licked from her. Lightning replaced the pooling heat and she bucked off the mat and into his other hand that tried to keep her in place. Her moans hit a high pitch and she threw one hand back and to the ground with a loud smack but the other continued to tug at his hair. Vik grunted at the treatment and didn’t let up as his tongue replaced those fingers and the tips of them pressed at her hole, dipping in slowly until the knuckles were stretched taught and she was bracing her feet and trying to arch off the ground. Vik’s other hand kept her pressed to him and he set a slow, careful pace to work his fingers in and out of her. Wet, warm walls squeezed and milked his fingers with a preview of what was to come and his entire body twitched with need, his groan vibrating along his tongue and against her clit.

“Shit!” She cursed and threw her head back hard enough it bounced and she was certain she saw stars. Just two of his fingers stretched her out enough to have an ache and her mouth opened wide to let out another shameless moan.

“Fuck, didn’t expect you to be this….” His words trailed off where they were whispered against her thigh and he worked his fingers deeper and he curled them to drag along the spongy arch of her walls. When she nearly screamed out and her nails dug into his scalp with a new pressure he grinned. “Being a doctor has some benefits, huh?”

“If you don’t hurry up and get your cock in me you’re going to need a doctor.” She hissed and the threat sent a thrill through him. As much as when she raised her flushed face and he got to look at the shameless heat and eager desire burning hot in her eyes. Her mouth was parted and all he wanted to do was kiss her again. His fingers jerked back and he didn’t hesitate to lick them clean even as she tugged at his hair and urged him up, up, then over. Her weight was quick and precise and when she flipped them he grunted. Not expecting the switch, all he could do was brace his hands to her hips and watch how she tugged at the strings of his shorts and soon the edge of it. Just as she tugged it low enough the fat tip of his leaking cock could be exposed he pulled the same trick on her; another flip. V grunted and cursed and looked ready to put up another fight until his hands dropped and shoved his shorts down far enough the rest of his cock was visible between her spread legs. With her knees cupping his ribs she got the perfect view of when the length of him, flushed and pulsing with pre leaking from the tip, pressed right against her puffy folds. He rolled his hips to trace himself there and gather her slick on the underside of himself. He was shaved down enough that the curl of pubes was rough when it brushed her thigh. One of his hands dropped to press two fingers to himself and line the tip up with her before he paused.

“Certain, right?”

“I swear to any fucking thing, if you don’t-“

“Geeze, clam down, double checking.” He muttered but his grin gave away his amusement. That grin faltered and fell into an open gasp as he pressed the tip through the ring, feeling the pressure pop when he started to inch himself in. Vik wouldn’t be confident in the way he acknowledged he was bigger than the average. From a completely medical observation, he was more than well endowed for someone completely organic, so when V dug her nails into his arms and gasped he tried to take his time to fill her. He knew it had to hurt, had to ache, no matter how worked open she was, but her legs were trying to loop around and pull him in and the man only had so much self control.

“Fuck, needy aren’t you? Christ, easy, let me-fuck.” His hips were jerked forward and when he sank to the base he could only gasp and bring his hands above her and to the mat to brace himself. Her legs had wiggled free to loop around him and she was thrusting herself up and against him, setting the awkward pace that had him tugging and pulling just right enough to burn. His mouth hung open and he choked against her throat at the way her cunt was trying to smother him. So tight, so warm, so constricting he couldn’t do nothing except become a slave to the pleasure. Vik managed to buck his hips to meet her thrusts. Skin on skin sounds echoed when he took over, his rhythm much more punishing now that he didn’t try to ease himself in.

“Shit, know how tight you feel?” He asked hotly into her ear. V just arched and turned to catch him in a sloppy, wet kiss. Because she couldn’t stand to do anything else. Everything felt suffocating and hot and all she wanted to do was try and flip them again so she could set the punishing pace. So that she could draw out sweet sounds from him instead of how every thrust knocked moans right out of her mouth. She wanted so badly to put up some of a fight instead of letting his hands catch her thighs once more and folding her further open. The angle pushed him deeper and that burn in her body lit up like an inferno. Every inch of her body was aflame, nerves raw and exposed as she was vaguely aware of just how loud she was. If anyone started to walk down the steps with the intention of entering the clinic they’d definitely hear them. She could only hope Misty had no reason to come down at that moment. Her hands caught his head above her and drove her into another kiss, tongues meeting before she nipped at his bottom lip on the pull back. Vik chased her with another kiss to block the groan knocked from him and his hands were tightening on her thighs.

“Close,” He grunted against her lips and she licked his in return, a motion that made him jerk and almost laugh if he wasn’t moaning. His hand released one leg that bounce and curled over him as the hand dropped so fingers could clumsily rub at her clit between them. That must have been all her body needed because that growing coil of pleasure suddenly popped and stars danced behind her closed eyes. Her orgasm was like liquid fire when it sank through her, every muscle locking up and spasming out of her control even as she tried to brace herself against him. She was aware of how sensitive her cunt grew when it pulsed around him, when it milked and squeezed until Vik was choking on his own sounds and leaning further in to gasp against her neck. “Fuck, V-where? Fuck, tell me-“ His thrusts were sloppy and obvious in how he was chasing his end. Both hands returned to her legs and his weight pressed to her chest as he braced against her.

“Fuck, inside, I don’t kno-“ V’s words sealed his fate and Vik was falling apart against her. When he locked up she got to watch how his jaw clenched before his eyes fluttered shut and his mouth opened to release an absolutely filthy sound in the air. The groan that turned into a drawn out moan was hot against her ear and his hands shook as did his twitching thighs. Pressed flush against her, V was aware of his cock spasming inside of her and the flood of warmth as he filled her. And kept filling her, twitching inside until his strength failed and he collapsed against her, panting.

V closed her eyes and relished in the weight and heat of him until he managed to steady himself enough to raise up his head and kiss her. First her cheek, her nose, then her forehead. When she opened her eyes he kissed her properly and she hummed into it.

“How many rounds is there in boxing?” She asked against his lips. Vik pulled back with somewhat of a curious expression.

“Anywhere from four to twelve, why?” When V grinned he felt as though he had fallen into some kind of a trap.

“Then we have a few more rounds to go, right?”