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Hi!~ I am determined to saturate AO3 with Guilty Gear Reader Inserts. I will be using AFAB reader with fem pronouns unless otherwise specified. Here you will find tags and pairings as well as a short description for each chapter. I am definitely open for requests!

1.

Just a Game- That Man (Asuka) x Reader, NSFW (2.7k)

Cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, orgasm denial, deep-throating, cumming inside, somewhat established relationship

It was easy to forget who That Man was. He was just Asuka, to you. 

2.

Brevity (Excerpt)- Answer x Chipp Zanuff x Reader, NSFW (3.1k)

Threesome- F/M/M, cunnilingus, cumming inside, pregnancy kink, somewhat established relationship, light dom/sub

Chipp was always gone and you needed release. 

3.

Let Me Worship You - Ky Kiske x Reader, NSFW (1.5k)

cock worship, cock warming, "office" sex, cumming inside, affair

The First King has been stressed lately..

4.

I'll Play Along- Axl Low x Reader, NSFW (3.1k)

light dom/sub, rough sex, deep-throating, overstimulation, leaving bruises, cumming inside

Axl wanted to be taken seriously.

5.

Damn Woman- Chipp Zanuff x Reader, NSFW (2.2k)

rough sex, wall (tree?) sex, bounties, bruises, babes (chipp obv.), Chipp POV

Bounties aren't usually Chipps' style, but a man has needs.

6.

Pillow Soft- That Man (Asuka) x Reader, SFW (3.6k)

mind numbing fluff, non-canon magic explanations

Asuka takes you on a date. 

7.

Sweet as Sin- Sin Kiske x Reader, NSFW (3.9k)

implied loss of virginity, cunnilingus, cumming inside

Sin asks you to hunt a bounty with him. 

8.

Entitlement- Sol Badguy x Neutral!Reader, NSFW (1.8k)

monster cock, brat taming, spanking, dub-con (but reader is into it- it’s just that sol is too much) 

Sol Badguy takes what he wants. 

9.

Reading Material- Sin Kiske x Reader, NSFW (4.9k)

cunnilingus, cumming inside, touch starved, Switch Sin??

Sin asks about the book Sol gave him.

10.

Wartime- Ky Kiske x Reader, NSFW (1k)

cumming inside, risk of getting caught, urgency, sweat and blood mentioned

Ky was fed up with the constant war, taking refuge in the arms of his lover.

11.

Divine- Johnny x Reader, NSFW (3.2k)

cunninglingus, fingering, PIV sex

You had seen guys like him before- surly and sexy, womanizing POS. Who knew under those black sunglasses was a man devoted to your pleasure?

12.

Corruption- Zato- 1 x Reader, NSFW (3.2k)

corruption kink, dub-con w/ Eddie

Zato experiences the desire to ruin. 

13.

Dive- Axl Low x Reader, NSFW (850)

public sex, alcohol

Bar hopping with Axl is always fun.

Coming Soon!

Leo Whitefang x Reader NSFW

Chapter Text

It was easy to forget who he was when his fingers traveled down your skin. His chest rose slowly as he drew in a quiet breath. You lay on a soft, simple bed. The blankets had been tossed aside when you arrived, silken white sheets exposed as you sank into them, clothes folded on a nearby dresser. 

Asuka ignored you at first. He shut the door with a quiet thud, walking as if without purpose to the paper stacked desk. His back was turned to you as he stripped off the layers of clerical clothing. Your eyes widened at the slip of skin, peeking hard back muscles for just a moment before they disappeared under his white undershirt. His arms were lean but muscular, his false youth playing on the smooth skin. 

He liked to look before he touched, he said. He let his eyes wander over every curve of your naked form, lingering from one place to the next. It made you self-conscious, like he was nitpicking every little thing he could change about you.

He had the power to, you knew. That Man could destroy and rework you in an instance, mold you into something more to his liking. The thought had clawed at the back of your mind for a while as you lay, waiting for him to arrive. But now his lips brushed against your ear, whispering in that sweet, soft voice. 

“Perfection.” 

And you couldn’t help the rush to the place between your thighs. He noticed, of course, as your thighs squeezed together slightly. A chuckle left his lips as he brushed soft fingers over the swell of your breast, pinching the nipple just to watch you squirm.

He didn’t stay long though, just enough to roll the stiff nub between his forefinger and thumb a few times before sliding a hand down your side, admiring the curves of your body before squeezing your hip. 

He looked at you with a golden eye, the other obscured behind the red winged patch. His snow white hair brushed your forehead, soft and light, leaning in close. He smiled sweetly, as if trying to quell your worries. He smelled like old books and something faintly perfume-like. 

You reached up, wanting to run a hand through his hair, but he caught your wrist quickly, pinning it above your head with a mind-numbing quickness. The smile faded quickly from his face, a placid expression, “The game.” 

You nodded, which resulted in a raised eye-brow from him, expectant. “Y-yes, Sir,” you mumbled quickly, trying to hide the blush rising on your face. 

He had described his expectations to you in detail the day before. Arrive at this time, walk to his room, located up this staircase, that door on the left, strip, fold your clothes and wait. Do nothing unless you’re told and address him as Sir. These were the rules for your time with him. 

Now, he purred in your ear, “Good girl. I know you’ll do exactly as I asked.” 

Well, that certainly didn’t help the heat on your face. Asuka chuckled softly, probably amused by how easily he got to you. He brushed his fingertips across your thigh, delicate and non imposing. It was hard to think those hands had been responsible for the destruction of millions of lives. 

But he was slipping a finger over the spot between your thighs, a nearly silent sigh escaping his lips as he swept over the wetness pooled there. But you heard it, a soft moan of your own escaping your lips. He lingered there, dipping a knuckle into your waiting sex, releasing your wrist to hold the sensitive mound of flesh on your chest. 

He almost looked like a man at work, focusing on his movements as he circled your clit and teased your nipple. He wanted you squirming, you know. He wanted you begging him to take you. But not quite yet. 

He pinched your clit, jolting your body from its pleasure haze with pain. You suck in a harsh breath, sensitive. He was smirking at you, moving to the end of the bed. He crawled in slowly, light and shadows playing on his golden eye and pale skin. He practically shone, you thought. 

Your eyes stayed glued to his as he positioned himself over you. Asuka’s lips brushed over yours, impossibly white eyelashes prominent on his half-lidded eye. “Thank you for coming.” He whispered. 

Of course you had come, dummy, you wanted to tell him. You had been aching for his touch, daydreaming of the promises he had whispered in your ear. But all you could manage was a soft mewl as he gave your breast a light squeeze. 

He looks like velvet, your skin pliable in his hands. One of Asuka’s hands comes up, thumb tracing your lower lip, pulling slightly on the pink flesh. A bolt of arousal goes through you, sharp and hungry. He was so handsome, taking control. Asuka was a self-righteous man, of course. His superiority was apparent and so undeniably sexy as he dipped down to envelope one of your nipples in his mouth. 

He seemed to delight in your reaction, rolling your other nipple between his fingers. His shirt hung loose around his frame, allowing you a brief peak at his lean chest as it brushed against your stomach. You wanted so badly to pull it off, to strip him down to the same bareness. 

He let his teeth graze the sensitive nub, pulling away as you bite back a whine. He smirked again, kissing easily down your body until he reached the spot between your thighs. You were hyper aware of the slickness there, you watched him wearily, thighs squeezing together reflexively, trying to keep him away. 

He gave a disappointed hum, gaze glaring into yours. That was enough to make you comply, you thought as you opened your legs hesitantly. His fingers found your softness easily. Your hips gave a little jerk as you sucked in a breath, fingers clenching the silk sheets. 

“You’re wet ,” he stated as if it were merely a fact. “Do you like this that much?”

Your face was hot. He was playing a game with you, but you couldn’t take the bait. It wasn’t as if it was just his touch that got you this wet. It was his voice, his presence, the anticipation . Instead, you parted your thighs further, displaying your glistening folds so he could see just how far his touch had taken you. 

“You’re beautiful,” he said, drawing a finger over your slit- almost a coo. “So wet and eager for me.” 

His lips were thin but soft, and hungry. Asuka placed a kiss on your clit, drawing the sensitive nub between his lips to tease and suck. You fought the urge to tangle your hands in his pristine hair, unashamed of the noises that escaped your lips, back arching slightly from the sheets. 

A cool breeze brushed across the room, sliding over your blazing skin. He allowed you to rock your hips against him, lapping you up and down. He teased you with his tongue, flicking it across your clit, alternating soft licks with long curves of his tongue. You tried to match his lack of rhythm, predict any of his movements to gain the slightest bit more, but soon your skin was searing in frustration. 

The pleasure ebbed just out of reach. It would come in great swells that faded as Asuka changed his mind as to what part of your cunt he wanted to pleasure. Your breath was ragged, small moans escaping your lips. You tried not to squirm, to refrain from his game as long as you could. But he slipped a finger into your channel, curling to meet that spot that made you lose sense of yourself, lips wrapping around your swollen clit. 

Your fingers wrapped around his hair, pulling his mouth against you. You were close, so, so close. Just a little more... It was merely a second before you realized what you had done, releasing Asuka’s hair quickly. He sighed disappointedly, withdrawing from his place between your thighs. Your heart pounded in your chest as he sat back on his knees, observing your body. 

“Well, it seems that since you cannot follow the rules,” he touched his thumb and forefinger to his chin, a slight sheen from your wetness obvious there. “You won’t get the reward.” 

A disapproving mewl escaped your lips as he left the bed. His erection was obvious, tenting the black slacks he wore. He palmed himself for a moment, lost in thought. He turned back to you with a mischievous look in his eye. “Lay with your head hanging off the bed,” he commanded with a finger pointed towards the ceiling. 

Oh. A bit of nervousness rose in you as you eyed his erection. It would have taken time to work that into your mouth regularly, but with what he had in mind.. You must have hesitated for too long. “ Now .” Asuka said. 

You complied swiftly, laying on your back with your head hanging off the bed. Asuka ran his thumb over your chin, palming himself absentmindedly as he moved to knead your breast. You took a deep breath. This was Asuka. No matter what bravado he put on, he was still kindhearted. He wouldn’t hurt you. Right? 

You were brought back to reality by something pressing against your lips. You opened automatically, accepting Asuka into your mouth. You closed your eyes, humming happily at the surprisingly pleasant taste, swirling your tongue around the swollen head. Asuka sighed quietly, free hand lifting his shirt away from your face. He loved the feeling of your mouth. 

He slid more of himself in, working your mouth until his tip prodded your throat. It made you gag, tears forming in your eyes. But you kept your tongue and mouth busy around him, hollowing your cheeks to suck as much of him as possible. He wasn’t thick, but the length was challenging enough. You let yourself fall into a rhythm, losing yourself in his taste and the gentle rock of his hips. 

Askua’s moan pulled at something deep inside you, your cunt throbbing. You moaned in response around his cock, letting the vibrations play at the sensitive spot at the base of his head. Asuka laid a soft hand on your face, stroking your cheek, “As long as you’re good for the rest of the night, you’ll get your reward.” 

He slid himself from your mouth slowly. An overwhelming desire to please him took you. You sucked on his cock a little harder, trying to urge him back into your throat. He seemed to sense your want, wrapping a hand around your throat. You moaned softly, his thumb pressing just below your chin. 

Asuka slid his cock back into your mouth slowly. His thumb pressed on his erection through your throat. It hurt, but you didn’t have time to focus on that as you gagged. He kept going, letting you gag around his cock, tears streaming from your eyes before quickly removing himself, leaving you gasping for air. 

As you sucked in a shaky breath, you felt his hands wrap around your feet, twisting and pulling your body in one swift motion to the end of the bed. Asuka positioned you so your ass hung slightly off the edge, your heels on his shoulders. A burning desire was apparent on his face as he circled your clit once more. 

Excitement at the quickness of the night coursed through you. You had anticipated a long, drawn out game of chess with the Gearmaker. But his strength to resist you seemed to be leaving him. 

His finger slipped lower, shallowly entering your inner walls, first to one knuckle, then the second, until his whole finger was buried inside of you. He pulled it out, before pressing it swiftly back in, establishing a slow but punishing rhythm. Your breathing was heavy, the familiar sensation building in you. A second finger slid into your walls. 

Asuka’s gaze was locked on your face, fingers working in and out of you. Every time you felt your orgasm creeping up on, Asuka anticipated it through the clench of your channel around him and the heave of your chest and removed all stimulation away. His free hand worked slowly to remove the rest of his clothing. The black slacks fell to the floor and he tossed the white shirt to the side carelessly. His chest was the same kind of lean muscle as the rest of his body, but much more defined. 

The whimpers that escaped your lips brought a smirk to Asuka’s face. He leaned forward, pressing your knees into your chest. You felt his erection prod your entrance. You relented and squirmed, trying to tease the man into finally taking you, tears of frustration from your denial clung to your lashes. 

Asuka wiped them away gently with his thumb and pressed his fingers against your lips. You accepted them greedily, tasting yourself on his digits. Asuka reached between your legs, drawing a finger along your slit once more, as if to test that you were still wet. You begged him with half-lidded eyes, soft, needy moans escaping your lips around his fingers.

You’re overstimulated and under-stimulated all at once, squirming under his touch, skin so hot you could barely stand it. “S-sir,” you pleaded around his fingers. He pulled them away, returning them to circle your clit, sending a shock through your body.

“Yes?” He said coolly. You felt the head of his cock pressing against your entrance ever so slightly. 

You didn’t know what to say to make him finally ram the thing into you. “Please-” was all you could manage. 

He smirked again, “You’ve been a good girl, haven’t you? Does that make you think you deserve a reward?”

“Yes, Sir,” you breathed, an orgasm danced at the edge of your vision. Asuka rubbed his tip in your slick, saturating the head and you moan, keen, whimper, anything to urge him into you. 

“So good for me-” he whispers. The head of his cock pressed between the lips of your sex, sliding gently inside. You tilted your hips down for him, relishing in the squeeze, your walls gripping him tightly. 

The sigh he let out as he hilted completely was soft and pleased, the sigh of someone content with everything in their life. Your moan was much more ragged, ecstatic with the feeling of him filling you up. 

Everything faded into the background as Asuka rocked his hips, settling a moderate rhythm. Every stroke ignited a fire inside you that was deep, almost primal. Your fingers were twisted in the sheets, moans lost to the room as nothing mattered but his cock inside of you. 

You had discussed sex. Everything from slow, passionate encounters to hurried, mind-shattering numbness. It made you see kind, all knowing Asuka in a different light. From a being with universe shattering power, to a man with desire and passion. 

You could feel him twitch, hear him sigh sweet words in an old language as he quickened the pace. One of his hands held your hip, the other resolving to work your clit. Release came tumbling over you like a train. You let his name slip from your lips, body seizing and rolling in pleasure. Your walls gripped him tightly, throbbing around the fullness. Asuka groaned deeply, both hands gripping your hips tight as he thrust hard. 

His own release coated your insides, your cunt still twitching in the aftermath of your orgasm. His chest heaved for a moment before he regained his composure. Still hazy, you reached out to him, removing your legs from his chest. He leaned into your touch questioningly. 

You pulled him into the bed, backing yourself further up the now cold sheets. His cock slid from you, spilling his cum onto the sheets. You ignored it, but reached for his cock. Asuka twitched slightly, sensitive at your touch. But you pulled him on top of you, sliding his softening cock back into your folds, wrapping your legs around his waist. Asuka sighed, allowing himself a few leisurely thrusts as he settled on top of you. 

Finally, he kissed your lips, soft and sweet, the same Asuka you had come to know. Not That Man, not the Gearmaker. Asuka. You rubbed his back with light fingertips, surprised by the sheen of sweat there. His sigh was content in your ear as he leaned into the soft pillows. 

“Good girl,” he murmured. 

Chapter Text

You had decided to stay in bed today, a great plush mattress sunken into the floor. It had been ages since Chipp last came home and you were horny out of your mind. You decided it wouldn’t hurt to pleasure yourself. Your body had changed rapidly and ached daily, a little time for yourself would be helpful. You pushed the covers to the end of the bed and slipped open the white nemaki you often wore to bed, letting your hand run down your body to find the spot between your thighs. You slipped the other hand under the fold of the nemaki to gently squeeze your breast. Your breath came out in light pants as you drew a finger over your slick, a bit shocked at the scale of your need. 

A sharp knock at the door startles you and before you have time to move your hands away, Answer strides in. His eyes open wide at your form and he clears his throat, turning sharply to leave. As his hand reaches for the door, your inhibition leaves you in just enough time to softly call out his name. 

The man froze and retracted his hand, fidgeting with a button on his suit. A few moments passed before he looked at you, his blue-green eyes glazed. 

A realization settled on you as the man walked towards you slowly, peach hair fluttering over his shoulder. The look he had given you so often, paired with a small smile. You saw it now as he lowered himself to the floor, pulling off his shoes. You propped yourself up on your elbows, eyes trained on his as he crawled onto the bed, settling into a lounging position beside you. You laid back slowly, sinking into the soft silken pillows. 

Answer moved slowly, undoing the tie to your gown. It fell away easily, along with the fabric concealing your swollen body. He moved his hand away, simply gazing over your body. You felt incredibly exposed, gooseflesh rising. You turned your face away in embarrassment, but Answer’s hand caught your cheek. His palm was smooth on your face, thumb gently rubbing your cheek. 

He pulled down his mask with his free hand, peach lips surprisingly full. Time slowed as he leaned towards you, gentle and sweet, kissing you deeply. You can’t help but ease into his touch, running a hand over his arm. He leaned back, unbuttoning his suit jacket and pulling it off slowly. He didn’t speak, only gazes over your body, eyes lingering on your swollen breasts

A bit of panic rose in you as he took his time undressing. Was he hesitating? Did you force him to do this? Did he think he had to please you? You wanted to say something, breath hitching as you motioned to speak, but he gave you a sharp look. You settled back into the pillows, still worried. Answer stripped the red shirt off slowly, revealing a slender yet muscular body. A bit of light hair dotted his chest and arms. He was still looking over your body, letting a soft hand trace down your leg. “Answer-“ you mumbled, needy. 

“I’m committing this event to memory,” he said, voice low and gruff. 

You could see now his erection, straining hard against the suit pants. A shiver of need ran through your body as he positioned himself between your legs, pushing his long hair behind his head. His breath was warm against your sex, a gentle huff coming from his nose. He teased you for a few minutes, his tongue lapped at you with nowhere near enough pressure for you to be satisfied. You tried arching your hips to meet his mouth, but his hands were surprisingly quick and strong, holding you to the bed. He continued until you were flushed and squirming under every brief twitch of his tongue. Only then did he pull you in a little closer, nails digging into your soft flesh, and let the flat of his tongue slide across your sex. Your toes curled and thighs twitched to squeeze his head slightly. 

You whined a little when he pulled away, the ache in your core obvious. He shushed you gently, running a hand along your face before prodding your lips with his index finger. You took it into your mouth gratefully, sucking gently and swirling your tongue around the long digit. Answer palmed himself briefly through his pants, eyes narrow and glazed with lust.  

He removed his finger from your mouth slowly, letting your tongue drag across it before leaning down to kiss you. He circled the soaked digit on your clit. He was careful of your womb, propping himself on his arm as his tongue prodded your lips and slid into your mouth. You could taste yourself on him, becoming enveloped in his sweet natural scent. The whine from your throat seemed to persuade him into action as he hummed gently in response, sliding the finger slowly into your needy core. 

He slid his finger in and out a few times, searching for the spot that would make you whimper his name. 

“I thought I was content to watch, but this looks like too much fun.” 

Answer pulled away from you, a guilty look was strewn across his face as he looked towards the voice. Chipp stood in the doorway, leaning against the closed door, a smirk strewn across his face, semi-hidden by the zipped mask. Any response you could have given him fell away as his red eyes drank in the sight of you and Answer. 

He was remarkably fast as he moved, stripping off his gauntlets, rope, and tunic. He was half-stripped as he fell on his knees on the bed. Your brain had no time to process the change until his large hand reached out to grab Answer by the hair, pulling him back into a deep kiss, Chipp’s chest to Answer’s back. 

Answer practically melted into Chipp, a soft moan escaping his throat. You watched as Chipp tasted your cunt on Answer’s lips, dragging his hand across his erection. When they finally broke away, Chipp smiled at you, his face sly over Answer’s shoulder. 

“I didn’t forget about you,” he purred, not bothering to take off his shoes as Answer moved to your side, allowing Chipp between your legs. The ninja kissed you hard, tweaking your nipple and massaging your swollen breast. You were like putty in his hands, moaning against his touch.

The bed shifted as Answer stood, you reached out for him, but Chipp took the opportunity to grab your hand, pinning it above your head. Answer reappeared a moment later, easing himself into the bed with two silver squares and a bottle. You recognized the condoms and lube from some of your nights with Chipp. A brief question of did they? entered your mind before vanishing.

Chipp commanded your attention, his teeth sharp as he nipped your lips. His erection had become obvious as well, pressing into your stomach. He breathed against your lips, words urgent and drunk on lust as he ran a hand through your hair,  

“You’re not going to be able to walk for a week after I’m done with you, hime .”

“After we’re done with you,” Answer corrected. You looked over to the man standing just out of your field of vision. Your eyes widened to see Answer setting his belt on the clothing chest, pants folded neatly beside it. His cock twitches at your gaze, the swollen head slick. A soft gasp escaped your lips that made Answer chuckle. 

Chipp hummed in annoyance. He leaned back as his hands slid on your inner thigh, thumbs gently teasing the outer lips of your sex apart, exposing you to the cool air and the eyes of the two men. You shifted, equally uncomfortable and aroused by being so revealed to them. But the looks on their faces are hungry, two predators ready to devour. Answer gave himself a few strokes as he settled on the bed. A sense of boldness overtakes you.

“Is that a promise?” You breathed.

Answer huffed, amused and Chipp grinned sharply. Answer was on your again, giving you a hard kiss that quickly turned into more as his tongue prodded your mouth once more. You heard Chipp snicker and he was suddenly at your neck, sharp teeth sinking into your neck, lips pulling at the flesh painfully. 

You moaned into Answers lips, tangling your fingers in his hair as Chipp released you, admiring for a moment the mark he had made. He moved to your breast, sucking harsh marks into your flesh before teasing your nipple, his free hand taking the other breast. You sighed, arching into his touch, letting him nip and pull at your swollen, sensitive nubs. Answer slid a hand down your back, rubbing gently as if to calm you. 

“You’re so gentle, Answer.” Chipp teased, rising from his place at your breasts to pull Answer towards him. Their kiss was rough and quick. Answer practically devours Chipp’s neck, the usually reserved man tugging at Chipp’s hair, exposing more of his neck.

“I’ll show you gentle,” he threatened. Chipp’s laugh was cut off by a moan as Answer did something you couldn’t quite see at his neck.

Chipp turned to you, managing a half-smirk as Answer raised a hand to pinch his nipple. Chipp took the opportunity to slide two of his fingers inside you, ensuring you weren’t left out of the fun. 

You whimpered, but your body greedily welcomed them inside of you. They’re long and good, rubbing against all of the spots he knows too well. You were incapable of real thought, with Chipp’s fingers buried so deep inside of you. All you could think of was the stretch of him, the feel of him claiming you as his own. Your cunt squeezed around his fingers, watching Answer stroke the other man’s erection through his pants. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered aloud, toes curling. Your hands gripped the sheets hard, “Ch-Chipp, I’m– I already–”

You heard Chipp’s voice, low and quick as pleasure washes over you. Your body squirmed, walls pulling at his fingers as waves washed over you. Answer was on you the moment your eyes opened slightly, just enough to see Chipp smirking, removing his pants before squeezing shut in ecstasy as Answer’s tongue met your sopping slick. You tangled your fingers in his hair,

“Ans-Answer, please,” you pleaded, sparks flying in your eyes as every flicker of his tongue and puff of his breath against your overstimulated slit made you whine and whimper and moan.

Chipp praised the man in a low voice, eliciting a gentle moan in response. Tears are in your eyes as Answer finally pulled away. His face was coated in your sex. Chipp pulls him back and greedily licks and sucks on Answer’s lips. Your eyes fluttered to their cocks, both painfully erect, bobbing gently in the movement of the two men. Chipp gazed down at you, Answer planting small kisses along his jaw. 

“Turn around,” he commanded. A bit confused, you complied, sitting up with the help of Answer, the heavy weight on your stomach shifting as you settled on your hands and knees, ass exposed to the two men. A cool breeze washed over your wet cunt, making it contract around nothing. The bed lurched as someone stood. Chipp whispered something under his breath.

As you turned back to ask him what he said, a soft hand gently gripped the back of your neck, pressing you back down towards the bed. Your heart raced at the dominating touch and cunt throbbing for attention. You felt soft fingers teasing your entrance for a moment, pumping in and out to draw the wetness from your core. 

The fingers withdrew and something more substantial replaced them, a cock sliding along your entrance. An unfamiliar moan that could only be Answer’s came from behind you. You almost laughed to yourself. It was so unlike Chipp to be so considerate. You murmured Answer’s name, pressing back slightly against him, desperate to be filled. His voice came broken,

“I-I’ll be taking my-,” a soft gasp escaped his lips. “-taking my time with you.” 

You wondered what Chipp was doing to make the man come so undone. But that hardly mattered as Answer pressed the head of his cock into you. He filled you slowly, an unexpectedly loud moan came from his lip as he bottomed out, still gripping the back of your neck. 

“Good, fuck , you feel amazing–” he slurred, hand gripping your hip tightly. 

You rocked against him unashamedly, trying to fuck yourself on his cock. The bed lurched again and you heard Chipp chuckle, “Don’t get too desperate now, hime. ”

You ignored the ninja and focused on Answer’s cock slowly fucking you, body burning at his praise. You heard Answer moan “Boss” under his breath and curiosity got the better of you. You settled your upper body into a more comfortable position. Answer released your neck and coincidentally allowed himself a deeper angle. Your breath caught as you were finally able to look back. 

Chipp had Answer by the throat, a wicked grin on his face as his hips moved, sliding himself into the other man. Answer’s mouth hung open, his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut as he moaned. You watched entranced for a moment, Chipp’s eyes fluttering slightly. But need got the best of you. You wiggled yourself on Answer’s cock, momentarily forgotten about. 

Chipp gave you a knowing look and placed his free hand on the opposite hip from Answers. He pulled your hips back on Answer’s cock while sliding himself in. You worked together slowly, using Answer to pleasure yourself. But the man didn’t seem to mind his lack of control. He was a mess between you, his moans filling the room. Chipp whispered something in his ear that made his gaze turn on you, almost apologetic. Answer pulled your hips back, impaling you hard on the length of his cock. 

It was almost overwhelming, the way Answer established a pace, his cock sending pleasure radiating through your body. Chipp’s hips met every thrust, hand closed around Answer’s jaw, pulling it to the side to expose his neck which he sucked on hungrily. 

You could see Answer coming undone, his breath beginning to sound unsteady in his chest. His mouth was moving and you knew he must have been talking to you, but all you could hear was the slick wet sound of his cock driving in and out of you and the pound of your own heart in your ears.

His hips stuttered, even strokes turning into ragged plunges of his cock into you. You realized your breath had been coming in ragged gasps, overwhelmed by pleasure and the sight of the two men behind you. The way that his pelvis ground against your clit with his final thrust was enough to push you over the edge, your channel throbbing, pulling him deeper as he unloaded inside you. 

Warmth coursed through your body, small moans falling from your lips as he gently rocked himself inside you, your cunt milking him. Answer’s hair was a disheveled mess. His glasses had fallen halfway down his nose which he pushed up quickly as he regained his composure. Chipp whispered sweet praise in his hair which made him blush. Unable to stay in this position any longer, you crumble to the bed, Answer’s softening cock sliding out of you with a wet noise. 

Answer slid down beside you on his back, his chest heaving. You felt the warmth of Answer’s cum oozing from your cunt, wetting the bed. You heard Chipp give another smirking laugh, “Look at you two. Such a mess.” 

You watched as he pulled a condom from his still erect cock and thought you should clean up, your thighs soaked and uncomfortably sticky. But Answer pulled you on your back and kissed you deeply. You could taste Chipp on his lips, the familiar salty taste of his cock. It made you moan, thighs squeezing together slightly. 

Chipp broke between the two of you, drawing your face to his, eyes devilish. He lifted your hips easily off the bed, level with his cock as he sat on his knees. Answer dutifully placed two very plush pillows under your hips to make the angle easier for you. You sunk into the soft fabric as Chipp positioned himself at your entrance. Answer held your head in his lap. Chipp slid in easily, Answer’s essence still coating your walls. 

The angle was pure pleasure as Chipp fucked your entrance hard, consistently hitting the spot that tipped you over the edge. It’s too fast, too soon, against your poor cunt that had more stimulation today than the past few months combined. You could feel your orgasm hovering at the edge of your vision in moments.

Answer used your open-mouthed moan to slide the head of his cock into your mouth, groaning as if in relief when your lips sealed around it. He wasn’t completely hard and the taste of your combined sexes overwhelmed your senses. Past your own taste, Answer’s was delightful. You found yourself sucking eagerly, cleaning the mess from his cock. 

“Oi,” Chipp said. “Keep your eyes on me.” 

He accented his command with a hard thrust of his hips. You whined around Answer, your tongue sloppily sliding along his shaft. You locked eyes with Chipp, watching his face as he fucked you. Answer gave a soft moan and reached out to tease your clit, sliding his hand along your body until he found the place where you and Chipp met. 

The scream of pleasure was lost to Answer’s cock. 

You thought you lost consciousness for a moment, but your tongue was still moving against the meat of Answer’s shaft and your heart was racing as aftershocks ripped through. When your eyes managed to refocus and remember where you were, Chipp was panting, a toothy smile on his face. His cock was buried deep inside your cunt dripping, filled with their cum. Answer pulled his cock from your mouth, allowing you chest heaving breaths. 

“Good girl,” he purred, stroking your hair. The waves slowly ebbed as your cunt beat in pleasure. Chipp pulled himself from you with a rush of liquid, coating the pillows. He lifted your hips gently as Answer tossed the pillows to the side. 

Answer lifted your head from his lap gently, kissing your forehead as he settled on his side on your right, pulling you into his embrace. You felt Chipp slide in behind you, pressing his chest into your back. He wrapped his arm around you, ensuring there was no space left between you.

You couldn’t process what exactly had happened or what it all meant but the warmth of the two men’s bodies and their hands on yours and each other’s was euphoric. You fell asleep first, the soft hair on Answer’s chest tickling your nose. 

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The castle lulled in the midday. It was almost too easy to push open the gilded doors, to slip past the guards who couldn’t care less about you. There were perks to this cleaning job. Certain, blonde, handsome quirks. 

Your shoes tapped loudly on the wooden floors, the room silent. King Kiske- no, Ky - sat at his desk, a great traditional number of deep mahogany wood. Mountains of paperwork were stacked high on either side of him. His eyes lifted briefly at your entrance but became entranced in his work once more. 

So serious - he was obviously stressed, his left hand flexing as if grasping for the answers to the kingdom of problems that lie before him. But that didn’t stop you from sauntering behind his tall chair, leaning over to brush over the area between his legs. Dizzy was away, and that meant you could touch him. 

His willingness to ignore you was frustrating, a sigh escaping your lips into his impossibly soft, golden hair. Maybe he needed a little distraction, all this stress couldn’t be good for a king, right? 

So you moved to the side of the chair, sinking to your knees, swiveling the chair to face you. Ky let out a peeved sigh but ultimately didn’t protest. You palm him through his black jeans, eyes glued to the growing bulge. 

“Keep working if you want, but I want this.” You cooed to him. 

His cock seemed to enjoy that, flexing a bit in your hand. Need coursed through you, placing a kiss on the tip through his pants, teasing with licks and kisses. Satisfied with your efforts, you worked on undoing the black belt, luckily he wasn’t wearing his sword right now. 

You looked up, hoping his attention was more on you than his work. But the King was a stickler for following through. His hair hung a bit looser around his face, but the pen in his hand was still scrawling away. 

Disappointed, you freed his erection from its prison. The same sense of awe filled you every time. Gosh, it was gorgeous. Tall and thick, curving slightly up. A deliciously thick vein ran along the underside, leading its way to the swollen tip. The sheen of a sizable drop of precum caught your eye. 

No wonder Dizzy had gotten pregnant so quickly. Perhaps it wasn’t impossibly large, but it was enough to make your legs clench a bit, praying it would fill you at some point today. You wrapped a soft hand around the base and placed a kiss on the head, looking up at Ky’s face. His dazzling eyes met yours briefly, fluttering between you and his work. 

It was intoxicating, tongue sliding slowly up the shaft, swirling your tongue to suck the head into your mouth, teasing the precum from his slit. His gasp was so cute, a large hand landing on the arm of his chair. You released him from your mouth, giving his length a slow pump. 

“Let me worship you.” The words slipped from your lips as your free hand slid up his thigh to massage the tense muscle there. 

You’d suck the stress out of him through his cock if you could. Ky’s hand was gentle on your head, smoothing your hair and tucking it behind your ear as he set down the pen. The encouragement was enough to send you into a bit of a haze, sucking his length back into your mouth, gripping the base. Your eyes locked with his for a moment as your tongue circled the tip, his gaze half lidded. 

Ky’s face pricked up for a moment, looking towards the door. “Under the desk,” he commanded shortly. 

You complied happily, this wasn’t the first time you had been shoved under something to avoid being caught. It was cramped under the desk, Ky’s knees resting just outside your shoulders. You shuffled slightly, trying to get as comfortable as possible. Finally content with your position, kneeling with your legs splayed, you worked to free Ky’s sack from pants. 

You sucked a warm, smooth globe into your mouth, relishing in the taste. He was a clean man, thankfully. You alternated between the two orbs, struggling to pull them both into your mouth. Ky’s hand gripped your hair hard for a moment before rising above the desk. You heard them land on the desk with a gentle thud, a soft, shaking sigh escaped his lips. 

The door opened with an announcement- some politician from the kingdom. You ignored them entirely, giving his cock a few lazy strokes, making sure it stayed nice and hard before returning your attention to his balls. 

The politician seemed to drone on for ages. You laid your head against Ky’s thigh, focused on pleasing him. You could see his toes flexing against his boots as you worked on him. Part of you hoped you could make him cum with the man in the room. 

But the man droned on for ages. Ky’s erection faded slowly, pulling a frown from your face. Not fair . Eventually, the man left. 

Ky’s chair flung back suddenly, rolling loudly across the wooden floor. A hand reached under the desk and grabbed you by the arm, pulling harshly. You stumbled onto your hands and knees, Ky standing above you. 

His grip in your hair was strong as he shoved his cock into your mouth, a bit more forceful than typical of him. But you welcomed it greedily, sucking and pumping it back to hardness. Before you could lose yourself on his cock, Ky sat back down in his chair.

“Come here,” he said, leaning an elbow on the desk lazily, eyes searching the papers. 

Confused, you climbed awkwardly into his lap, the chair spinning slightly in your effort. But Ky paid no attention, pulling up the dress skirt typical of castle maids. He slid your panties aside with ease, guiding your hips as he sank his cock into your waiting slickness with ease. 

A whimper escaped your lips. He made you feel so full . The tip poked against your cervix, width stretching your walls in the most heavenly way possible. Ky hummed happily, sliding the chair back into place at the desk. Your lower back bumped into it gently, making you lean forward into his chest. 

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, shooing the collar away to plant soft kisses on his neck. You tried to move your hips, to work yourself on his length. 

“No,” Ky whispered assertively. His hand slid under the dress skirt to give your ass a spank. 

Your mewling pout did not seem to sway him, so you tried to occupy yourself with the paintings on the walls. It was so frustrating to be so full of Ky’s cock but unable to do anything about it. Especially when he gave an occasional pump or grind of his hips, sending you into a new spree of mewling and begging. But all of your kisses and pleas fell on deaf ears. 

“Patience,” he cooed each time. 

Time seemed to drone on forever. You would never get done actually doing what you needed to do today at this point. You had just wanted to please the king for a moment. 

Finally, he finishes his paperwork with a happy hum, shuffling the papers behind your back. Ky stood abruptly, grabbing you by the hips and setting your form on the desk, cock still buried inside you. His form leaned over you, pushing you back on the desk. Your arm reached out and brushed against some papers, scattering them accidentally. He scowled for a moment but returned his attention to you. 

Ky placed his arms on either side of you. The pure muscle in them flexed as he began to work himself in and out of you. It was a damn shame those arms were hidden all day. 

His thrusts were hard and deep, the angle allowing him to hit that wonderful spot that made your toes curl and heat rise in your face. You bit your lip hard to stifle the moans, pleasure running through your body like bolts of lightning. 

You watched his face as he fucked you on his desk. His mouth hung open slightly, painting with exertion. His golden hair hung from his face, a few strands sticking to his lips. But his eyes. His ocean eyes were piercing, trained on your expression.  

Ky’s strokes stuttered for a moment, drawing back and thrusting hard several times before burning inside you. His groan was low in his throat as he coated your walls with his seed. The First King could be a selfish lover at times. But that didn’t mean you hadn’t been wanting more and more of him from the moment your affair began. 

He sighed in a content manner, blessing your lips with a deep kiss. He moved to your neck, sucking a spot into the soft flesh, pumping his softening member in and out of you slowly. You were flushed by the time he finally released your neck. 

His breath was warm against your ear, “See you later tonight?” 

You nodded and kissed his neck back quickly before straightening up. Ky helped you down from the desk and settled back into his chair after tucking himself back into his pants. 

You were thankful for the length of the dress as Ky’s cum spilled down your thighs, some of it on the floor. You cleaned quickly, not wanting to extend your delay much longer. You stole a glance at Ky as another guest was announced, tidying the papers you had spilled on the desk. 

He gave you a small smile, a bit of the stress had melted from his face. 

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What a shithole . The place reeked of cigarette smoke, some sleazy looking guys too deep in their cup were slurring jokes in the corner. But Axl liked this place, he said the billiards were the best this side of town. Dozens of glasses hung from a rack behind the bar, the colorful bottles of sweet liquor glittered in the dim lighting. A heavy rock song was playing over the speakers, drowning out most of the patrons.

The bartender shouted something over the music in an angry voice. Axl’s hand wrapped around your own and pulled you into the bar from the cold night air. With the door closed, the place was considerably warmer. A flush ran over your face. 

Axl kept hold of your hand, leading you to the bar past the group of rowdy men. You spotted a much quieter group near the billiards, engrossed in a game. Your shoes stuck slightly to the black and white checkered floor. A trio of women and a separate man and woman sat at the bar. The only free seats were the two separating the groups.

Axl let your hand go as he sat on one of the hard wooden stools next to the man who seemed to be on a date with the woman. You admired his consideration, sliding into the only empty stool, conveniently next to the trio of women. 

You caught the woman next to you leaning over to her friend in the corner of your eye. Her friends’ eyes seemed glued to Axl, who was happily conversing with the bartender, as they spoke, laughing. You hummed in annoyance but ultimately resigned. It was common for women to look at him. 

Who could help it though? His laugh was boisterous and infectious. His kind face had a way of making you fall into his lap and stay for the look in his eyes.  Axl slung an arm over your shoulder, pulling you against his warm body. 

“Everything okay, babe?” 

The deep smell of his cologne made your skin tingle. You offered him a smile and settled against his body, content. Axl chuckled and called for a round from the barkeep. 

Soon enough, your lips were tingling, mind buzzing from the alcohol. Axl had outdrank you by a mile but the man could hold his alcohol, you had noticed. It would catch up to him in the morning though. Axl flipped his golden hair over his shoulder, leaning down low over the pool table. He took his shot and gave a happy shout, clapping the shoulder of some stranger beside him when the pockets were filled. 

You stood behind him, content to watch until the crowd died down while nursing another drink. He had tried his best to teach you how to play, but you were no match for the crowd that huddled around the fluorescent green table. These people seemed to be weirdly serious about their pool playing, talking gibberish strategies as the others took their turn. 

Axl reached an arm out behind himself, gesturing for you. You set your drink down on the nearby table and stepped forward to accept the half hug. His lips pressed into the top of your head, long hair brushing against your cheek. Your heart hummed happily, he was affectionate and a bit possessive at times. It was reassuring. He said something that was lost to the music and left, leaving you to observe the others’ turns. 

You hadn’t noticed the man slinking up next to you. Not until his hand squeezed your ass, making you jump reflexively. He was a grimey looking dude, a patchy beard dotting his sagging face. He reeked of alcohol, leaning in close to your face with a shit-eating grin. You backed away, putting your hands up to shove him back. You bumped into something solid. A calloused hand landed on your shoulder, clutching down painfully. 

“Hey!” Your voice was lost to the music. 

A deep chuckle came from behind you, a giant man towering over your frame, holding you in place. You looked at the group around the table, desperate for some help. They had stopped their game, glowering at you. Your eyes widened. They must have been in on whatever was happening. 

The man who had groped you leaned in, mouth by your ear. “You’re too pretty of a bird to be here. Why don’t we take you somewhere nice?”

As the man’s hands groped your hips, you felt the mountainous man behind you lurch to the side. Shouts rose from around the bar. You took advantage of the situation and twisted away from the goon. A warm hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you back. Axl positioned himself in front of you, fists clenched. He shot you a grin over his shoulder, 

“Sorry it took me so long!” 

You couldn’t help but smile back. He turned in time as the goon swung a fist at his face, moving out of the way at ease. You sat back and laughed to yourself, watching Axl land blow after blow. Your drink was strong, but you downed it entirely as you watched. 

A chair broke somewhere and a few tables flipped over, shattering glasses. Why was it that every time you came to one of these places, he got into a fight? But.. you were willing to forgive him this time. The grin on his face as he returned to you, a pile of bodies slumped over the floor and pool table, was victorious.

Axl pulled you against his body, giving you a long, deep kiss that made your stomach do cartwheels. His lips tasted like beer, large hands on your upper and lower back. The barkeep came up, waving angrily. Axl pulled away, still giving that million dollar smile. He offered a short apology to the man who seemed even angrier that Axl wasn’t taking this as seriously as he was. 

You beamed and pulled on his arm, leading him out of the bar into the cool night air. The alcohol’s effect and the adrenaline of the fight was settling in now. The door slammed behind you, crisp air filling your lungs. Axl laughed and slung his arm around your shoulders, walking lazily in the direction of where you had parked. You slid onto the motorcycle behind him, pulling on the jet black helmet. The bike roared to life as you settled into his tartan patterned jacket, wrapping your arms around him. 

The ride back to his apartment was fast. Axl slipped in and out of traffic with ease, the bright city lights racing by. The grey hue set over the scene by the helmet’s visor made everything seem surreal. You gave Axl a slight squeeze, his hand squeezing your arm in response for a quick moment. 

Axl sighs, stretching out his arms in a swooping manner, holding them behind his head as he ventured into the apartment. You shut and locked the door, thankful to be out of your shoes. Your head swum a little, eyes floating over his form. But something seemed off. His body seemed tense all over, shoulders drawn in, fingers locked tight around each other as he stared at the ceiling. 

He caught your looking from the corner of his eye and let his hands drop to his sides, giving you the fakest grin you had ever seen. You huffed a little, his face settling into a hardset expression, teeth pressing together. He eyed your approach, letting your hand slide over his chest. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” You purred. It was easy to get him to talk. 

He gave an exaggerated sigh, shooting you a “do I really have to” look. Your silence spurred him into action, pulling you into his broad chest once more. But this time his embrace was hard, a hand holding your head against his chest, fingers tangling in your hair. His voice was low, uncharacteristically deep,

“I didn’t like seeing someone else touch you,” he admitted. His hair tickled your face, “I’m the only one who gets to do that.” 

Oh . There it was, the possessiveness. A familiar heat, one that you had barely acknowledged simmering became stronger, needier. You pressed your thighs together, painfully aware of his body pressing against yours. 

“Oh?” You asked, breath giving away your need. “You’re the only one I want to touch me.”

The words sounded weird coming from your mouth. But Axl didn’t seem to mind, the hand not in your hair trailing down. “Is that so?” He teased. 

You hummed in response, letting your hands trail over the muscles in his back. Yes . His voice continued, almost serious, “I guess I’ll have to do something about that.” 

You could feel now how needy you really were. The dampness between your legs was apparent, a consistent drum of desire and excitement for what would come next. “Please,” was the only word that could escape your lips.  

Axl’s mouth was ravenous, seeking every bit of bare skin he could find, but that smile never left his lips. He nipped and kissed your neck, your collarbone, eager to devour you. His touch was firm, body pressing your frame against the bed, hands held above your head by your wrists. He seemed ready to prove something, to confirm your existence here, now, with him, gasping and shaking under his touch. 

Your shirt was peeled away before you had ever touched the bed and the rest followed quickly. You had tried pulling Axl out of his clothes but only his jacket and boots remained discarded in the pile of clothing on the floor. Axl’s voice was teasing as he reached to pull away your panties, running a finger over your slit through the sodden fabric. 

“Do you like it rough, baby?” 

“M-maybe,” you squeaked, soft, cheeks burning under his baby blue gaze. He chuckled, stroking his finger over your slit again.  

“W-wait, Axl,” the alcohol was definitely getting to you now. You sat up, clinging to his blue shirt. “I- I want to..” you let your eyes, trailing down his body to the place between his legs, do the talking. 

Axl chuckled and sat back, eyes heavy with lust. “I’ll play along,” his tone was half-teasing, half-serious. 

Your hands traveled down his chest, feeling his defined muscles. You lingered around his v-line before palming his hard cock through his pants, enjoying the sounds of his groans. You unbuckled his pants, pulling both his pants and boxers down with some assistance, feeling your pussy grow even slicker in anticipation of seeing his already hardened cock.

You stroked the thick member slowly, a bit in awe by the swollen purple head leaking precum. You licked the tip tentatively before taking it into your mouth, a soft moan coming from your throat. Axl’s hand twisted in your hair, his hips pressing his cock further into your mouth. You accepted as much of it as you could, delighting in Axl’s moan. 

He fucked your mouth with intent, hitting the back of your throat and releasing soft moans into the air. You couldn’t help but moan as well, the vibrations traveling down his cock eliciting more lewd sounds from him. 

You looked up through the tears that were balancing on your lashes to see his head thrown back in pleasure, “Fuck—that’s it, baby. Your mouth feels so fucking good.” 

Axl’s grip on your hair tightened as he moved his hips at a faster pace. Knowing that he was close, Axl pulled his cock from your throat, eliciting a small whine from you. 

“Sorry, baby” he cooed. “But we’re not done yet.” 

It was easy to forget how strong he was until his hands grabbed you, lifting you off the bed a little to slam your body (not quite gently) down. He pulled off his shirt quickly, leaving himself entirely exposed. His eyes were wild, mouth turned upwards into an eager grin as he literally tore your panties away, the fabric ripping and tossed aside. Axl’s lips sucked a deep mark into your neck, hands palming your free breasts. 

Your mind could barely comprehend what was happening, engulfed in pleasure, his cock teasing your soaked entrance. Axl cooed praise, stretching your walls drastically as he slid into you. He rocked his hips into a rough rhythm, blonde hair bouncing against his bare chest.  He leaned into your body, sucking bruises into your neck for you to find later. 

The sounds of your moans and sex fill the room as Axl’s cock slammed into you. “ Yes - babygirl, fuck- you feel so good.” He whispered fast in your ear. 

Heat rose in your body quickly with his words, “Fuck- Axl, I-” you stammered out. Axl chuckled, hips halting with a hard thrust, burying himself deep inside you. You cried out, a bit in pain and in disappointment as Axl withdrew, his long cock sliding slowly from your needy hole.

“I said-,” he murmured in your ear. “I’d play along.”

Axl planted a rough kiss on your cheek, moving down your body which squirmed in need. You had been so close. What game did he think you were playing? Your mind was still fuzzy but becoming clearer as he positioned himself between your legs, kissing the soft flesh of your inner thigh.

You whimper, back arching as Axl’s hot breath brushed against your slightly swollen sex. “Be good, sweetheart, and I’ll make sure my touch is the only thing you remember.” 

His hands trailed up your inner thighs, thumbs gently teasing the outer lips of your sex apart so that the pink folds were exposed. You shifted, a bit self-conscious but Axl hums in approval. You stole a glance at the man and couldn’t help the rush of desire that went through you seeing him there. His bare arms are corded muscle, bright eyes mischievous and hungry. 

When Axl’s tongue darted out to taste you, a spiraling shock wave that you felt from your shoulders to the tips of your toes ran through you. You moaned into the empty night air. Seemingly encouraged, Axl flickered his tongue over your clit, letting you mewl and squirm under him. 

His tongue practically abused your clit, your stomach flipping and heart pounding with how good it feels. You want to grab his hair and pull him in, pull the pleasure from him yourself. But that dumb bandana was in the way and a good way to piss Axl off was to take his bandana. 

He teased you for a few minutes, his tongue slowly lapping at you with just enough pressure for you to grow impossibly hot, teetering on the brink. After a few moments, you’re devastatingly flushed and squirming under every brief twitch of his tongue. Only then does Axl pull you in a little closer and let the broad flat of his tongue slide across your sex entirely, making your toes curl and your thighs twitch as an orgasm wracked your body. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered aloud, body twitching in the aftermath of your orgasm. 

But that didn’t stop him. Axl continued to abuse your clit, occasionally wrapping his lips around it to suck. A long finger slid easily into your entrance, curling up to probe that sweet spot that made you incoherent. You came again quickly, mind lost in how damn good it felt. 

You must have been a puddle under him, his voice distant, jesting, “Done already, dear?” 

You managed to protest, grabbing his muscular arm, pulling him closer to you. Axl chuckled, swiping the still engorged head of his cock against your soaking wet folds. 

“What a good girl,” he murmured, sliding his cock into your entrance once more. 

You thrust your hips against him weakly, trying to make sure he was buried in as deep as he could go. Axl smirked and pinched your nipple, sending another shock wave of pleasure through your body. You cried his name to the ceiling, another orgasm already building as Axl pumped his fat cock into you. 

“Yes-” he groaned. “Say my name baby. Let me know who’s fucking you.” 

He accented his words with a hard thrust of his hips. He was taking your confession to rough treatment seriously. You let his name fall from your lips in a slew, gripping his forearms as he fucked you mercilessly. 

Axl was a flurry of movement, pulling himself out of you, turning your body over, pulling your body down so your feet touched the ground, bent over the bed. He entered you again quickly, the new angle making your stomach do flips. 

He tangled his fingers in your hair again, pulling back harshly. His fingertips dug into your hips as he thrust hard, as if determined to see how red he could turn your thighs. Another orgasm wracked your body. You were thankful for the bed beneath you, your legs felt like jelly. You were utterly overwhelmed at this point, not even sure what noises were coming from your throat. 

Axl groaned, a final hard thrust burying himself in your pulsating cunt. You mewled as he emptied load after load of seed into your walls. You looked back at him over your shoulder. His chest was heaving, some of his hair stuck to his chest and face, mouth cocked in a half smile, half sigh. 

He caught your eye and fixed his smile. He slid out from your walls, leaving you feeling empty as his seed leaked from your swollen cunt. You moved to crawl into the bed, but Axl’s hand came down a bit too hard on your ass. You yelped in pain, squirming slightly. 

“Oh, shit, sorry baby,” Axl apologized, kissing the top of your head. “I need you to be good for me just a little longer.” 

You sighed into the bed, shaking slightly. Axl climbed into the bed in front of you, positioning his still mostly erect cock in front of your face. You took it into your mouth lazily, your combined tastes overwhelming your senses. Axl’s praise kept you present, his hand smoothing your hair, stroking your cheek periodically as you cleaned his cock. 

When you were finished, Axl leaned back into the pillows, opening his arms wide. “Come here, pretty girl.”

You crawled slowly into his arms which wrapped around you gently, sliding your bodies down so you were laying on his chest. Axl hummed a tune, running his hand through your hair while the other rubbed your sore body. 

You didn’t remember falling asleep but the sounds of Axl’s snores filled your ears. The room was pitch black, the traffic outside quiet. You released yourself from Axl’s sweaty body, the arm that was wrapped around you reaching to scratch his thigh in his sleep. You smiled to yourself and felt around for the blanket, pulling it over your bodies as you settled back down, sore and happy.

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The night air ruffled his hair. The moon was obscured by clouds tonight, both a blessing and a curse. Chipp remained motionless in the tree, blazing red eyes scanning the forest below him. It had been a long time since he had tracked down a bounty, but funds were a bit tight and he needed to eat. She was a crafty woman, maybe her tricks would have worked on a lesser man. But he was a shinobi, a master of shadow and he had watched her every move. 

She didn’t seem to know that though, settling down to sleep under the dark cover of a tree. Newbie move. Chipp leapt to the ground, silent. He shrugged the cord of rope off his shoulder, tying a type of lasso into it. Pity, she was cute. Her soft breaths cast a small cloud of condensation into the cool night. Her hair had fallen slightly in her face, arms clinging to her pack. It felt unfair that she was sleeping. 

An amusing thought ran through Chipp’s mind that made him grin inwardly at his cleverness. He looped the rope back around his shoulder, looking around the forest for the right tool. Maybe he should see why this lady had such a high bounty on her. It would certainly be more fun that way. He found a stick on the ground, picking up the slightly wet wood, he tossed it at her. 

The broad side hit her in the head, startling her awake. Chipp tried hard not to laugh at her surprised face. He readied himself, the long gauntlet blade glittering in the dim light. Her eyes locked on him immediately. Good, she could see in the dark too. She set her pack on the ground, drawing her fists up. 

As much as he hated it, Chipp was impressed. Her form was excellent and she was wide awake despite being completely asleep just a moment before. She was going against him with bare fists as well. She must be a magic user, he thought. 

He waited for her move patiently. There was no need to go rushing into the fight. She was no match for him, he knew that with every ounce of confidence in his body. So he just studied her. Her body was curvy, a mixture of muscle and soft skin. Her face was pretty, eyes blazing, analyzing him. He let his eyes trail over her breasts and ass. Not bad, he thought. 

She rushed him suddenly, swinging low. It was easy to block. In fact, she left herself wide open for a slash from his blade, but he let it miss, swinging over her head. She backed away nervously, eyeing the blade. 

“You know it's not fair to fight an unarmed woman with a thing like that.” 

Fuck, her voice was sweet. Chipp laughed, “As if I’d go easy on you just for being a woman.” 

She sighed and held up her hands, feet shuffling. “Then I yield.” 

Chipp remained motionless, poised to strike. She seemed annoyed with him, tapping her foot into the soft earth. “What’s wrong with you? I said I yield.” 

She walked towards him, hands raised. He stayed motionless. He had been tricked for less than a yield by a pretty woman. She stopped in front of him, face twisted in a ridiculous manner. Cute. Her hands reached towards him, but Chipp stayed motionless, waiting for her move. 

Her small hands closed around the rope on his shoulder. Her eyes weren’t on his, they were on his body, running amok over his form. Her breath hitched for a moment before coming out shakily. It was here he could see how small she was compared to him. He practically towered over her. What was her bounty about again? 

She pulled the rope from his shoulder, leading it carefully down his arm, over the blade. She looked at him pleadingly, “Do I have to tie myself up too?” 

That made Chipp laugh. He straightened up finally, which seemed to scare her. She clutched the rope closer to her body, as if it would protect her. He unfastened the mask hiding his lower face, giving the girl a toothy smile. “Only if you want to.”

That seemed to do something to her, her face twisting. When she met his gaze, her eyes were glazed, big and beautiful. Her sweet voice came out a low, sultry whisper, “I’d rather you do it.” 

Fuck. That did it. He had tried to ignore the twinge in his cock but the blood was rushing there now. He shifted uncomfortably. He couldn’t let this woman seduce him. He was a ninja. She was a bounty. He needed to eat. 

“Uhm-” her voice was small. “Can we eat first? I haven’t eaten in three days and-” 

She didn’t finish the sentence. Chipp looked at her with a bit of pity. He was going to take her in anyways. There was no harm in letting her eat. He gave her a short nod and she smiled, stress melting from her shoulders. She dropped the rope and jogged back to her pack, rooting through it. 

She brought out a package of rations, setting it on the ground before rummaging again. She eventually found another package. She looked at him with shy eyes, holding it out with both hands. “Uh- I know you’re going to take me in, but- if you’re hungry, you can have some.” 

Well, he couldn’t say no to that. Chipp took the rations, his fingers brushing her soft hand by accident. She blushed and hid her face, turning away from him. Cute. He sat on the soft earth under the tree, folding his legs beneath himself as he opened the pack. 

She sat next to him, a little too close than he would have liked. Chipp eyed her wearily. Did she think she could butter him up with food and flirting and get away? Hell no. He munched on the hard rations cracker. 

“Wha-what's your name?” Her voice was soft, nervous. Gods, did she ever shut up? 

Chipp eyed her, annoyed. What did it matter? It's not like he’d go calling for her when this was all over. But he answered anyway, “Chipp.” 

“Chipp,” she whispered to herself, seemingly happy. “Nice to meet you Chipp! Th- thank you for not grabbing me in my sleep.” 

He ignored her. She sure liked to talk for a bounty. He finished the ration quickly, balling the wrapper up in his hand. 

“Oh, let me-” she leaned over, moving to all fours, a hand stretched out to take the wrapped. 

Her fingers closed around his clenched fist, but didn’t try to pry them open for the wrapper. Chipp contemplated her for a moment, an insane sense of lust overtaking him. His cock jumped in his pants, breaking his concentration on her.

She moved closer to him, eyes half-lidded, ration forgotten on the soil. Her soft fingers touched his chest tentatively, as if he would lash out and bite her at any moment. Fuck it, he thought. Why not enjoy his bounty a little more? It had been too long since he had sex anyway. 

Chipp gripped her wrist lightly, her eyes widened, almost afraid. He smiled wickedly at her and pulled her body into his, wrapping his arms around her form. She kissed him deeply, letting her hands tangle in his hair. Chipp groaned against her lips, cock straining against his pants already. 

She found that out too as she moved to sit on his lap. She jumped a little, cursing under her breath, but ultimately settling on his lap to grind on his erection. Chipp gripped her ass, guiding her hips on his length. Her moans were soft in his ear, lips pressing soft kisses against his jaw. Chipp smiled wickedly and sank his teeth into her neck, pulling a cry from her throat as he ground her hips hRD against his cock. 

It was about time she knew who she was messing with. He released his teeth from her neck and sucked a hard mark into her soft flesh. It was almost too easy. He stood, lifting her with him. She clung to him desperately, wrapping her legs around his waist. Chipp held her with one hand and used the other to drop his massive rope-belt. It fell to the ground with a heavy thud. 

Chipp set her against the tree, trapping her small frame between him and the towering sterling. She looked up at him with lustful eyes, sinking to her knees. He moaned softly as her hand palmed him through his pants, her eyes glued to his erection. She pulled on his pants and underwear, exposing his cock to the cold night air. 

He loved the way her eyes widened at the sight of him. She looked up at him, almost pleading that he pardon her. But she went down there first, right? Chipp gave his cock a few slow strokes, brushing her hair away. Confidence seemed to fill her as she licked his cock, sucking the tip into her mouth.

Fuck- it was nearly impossible to restrain himself. Her mouth was warm and wet around him, teasing the most sensitive parts of his tip, small hands stroking his massive length. He wanted to ram his cock into her throat, make her choke around him and beg him with her pretty eyes to let her breath. But, he was a caring man, deep down. 

She worked wonderfully on his cock, pulling him closer to the edge. Eventually, Chipp decided he had enough and pulled himself out of her mouth. She looked up at him expectantly, standing. Chipp pressed himself into her, positioning his leg between her thighs. She seemed to catch on quick, grinding against him as he assaulted her neck. 

Her moans were loud in the quiet forest. If he wasn’t in a hurry to never see her again, he would have trained her to be quiet. But it didn’t matter now. Her breath was hot against his ear, her fingers tangling in his hair. 

“Please-” she whimpered. 

As if he needed anything more. Chipp undid the fasten of her belt and she slid out of her pants, taking her panties off as well. She stepped out of them as Chipp lifted her, pinning her against the tree. Her legs wrapped around him again. Part of her looked scared and the other part looked absolutely ready to be destroyed. 

Chipp decided he liked the second look better, sliding his cock into her tight cunt. Fuck- she was absurdly tight. Her walls squeezed every inch of his cock as he buried himself inside her. It was a shame he would have to turn her in. He could use someone to warm him at night every now and then. 

Her moans were whimpers and mewls as he fucked her. He had tried to hold back, he didn’t want to her hurt. But she was begging him for more, to fuck her harder. Who could say no to that voice, begging them to leave her unable to walk? Chipp thrust into her without abandon, letting his own moans mingle with hers. 

He could feel his release building quickly. Dammit- it had been too long since he had done anything, let alone had a moment to just jack off. He tried to think of something that would make her cum first. His hands were supporting her bare ass, which he squeezed slightly, adjusting his grip to hold her with one hand. She barely weighed anything to him.

If she liked it rough, why not be a little rougher, he thought. He took his free hand and wrapped it around her throat. The moan that came from her mouth was delicious, her eyes rolling back into her head. 

“Chipp- I’m-I,” her voice came out choked and broken between moans. 

Good. Chipp gave her a few hard thrusts, angling his hips to plunge his cock into that sweet spot so many women had. She practically convulsed around him, her walls squeezing him hopelessly hard, pulling him deeper into him. 

That out of the way, he didn’t need to hold back. Chipp released her throat, gasping breaths coming from her chest, and reached down to give his balls a squeeze. The woman kissed his neck, nipping the thick muscle. That did it, his body shuddered as he came, releasing months of pent up tension into her. There was too much for her to contain, most of it spilling from her cunt, his cock still buried inside of her. 

Chipp panted and sighed, leaning his head against the rough bark of the tree. She cooed under him, fingers brushing lightly over the muscles in his back. He set her down gently, enjoying the view of her trying to balance on shaking legs. She looked up at him and smiled before sinking to the ground. 

She grabbed her pants and pack and shot him a grin. Shit. Chipp reached out but a single snap sounded in the air and she was gone. Chipp cursed himself, his cock throbbing in the aftermath of his carelessness. He grumbled in anger as he pulled up his pants and tied the rope belt around his waist. 

Damn woman. 

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Some things were better left unsaid. You press hard on the backspace button of your phone, sighing in frustration. I want to see you. His words echoed in your mind like a song stuck on repeat for days. You let your body fall onto the soft couch, staring at the ceiling. Of course you wanted to see him too. 

You had been listening to Asuka’s podcast, his lectures and explanations of all things magic and science were fascinating. Every Friday, he held an hour where anyone could call and ask questions. Usually, no one called, soft piano music playing in the background until his melancholy voice came in with the closing statement. He seemed lonely. So you made it a point to write as many questions as you could to ask. He had been delighted, launching into a passionate discussion with you. You called again every week. 

One day, a friend request on your social media page appeared. Along it was a long message explaining that Asuka was the man who hosted the podcast. He had really appreciated having someone to talk to since he lived alone. Your heart had skipped a beat. The profile picture was of a soft looking man with cotton white hair and golden sun eyes, the right one covered in a peculiar red winged patch. 

Since that day, Asuka had found his way into every corner of your mind. You spoke daily, growing closer and closer each month that passed. You remembered the news, you saw the accusations against him and the events that unfolded. He explained that he had been misguided, driven by the wrong morals. He was trying to atone for his sins. A soft part in your heart knew he wasn’t lying. A soft part in your heart was falling in love with him. 

So when that message appeared on your phone, you squealed in excitement and then quickly fell into panic. You weren’t ready to see him in person. What if all of your feelings came falling out on your face? What if he didn’t feel the way you did and he just wanted to be friends? But why would he say it like that? I want to see you.  

You grabbed for a pillow and sighed into it, pressing its soft façade into your face. Your friends have been no help. Their half-hearted “do it” and “worse thing that could happen is he’s short” weren’t enough to give you the courage to tell him you wanted to see him as well. Your phone blipped with another message from Asuka. I’m sorry if I put you in an awkward situation. I don’t mind only messaging one another. 

Man, he knew how to pull on your heartstrings. You took a deep breath and typed with shaking fingers. No, I want to see you too. Your finger hovered over the send but ultimately pressed it, relieved. It was the truth. You set down your phone and wandered your apartment, trying to pass time until he replied. A warm breeze with the promise of autumn drifted through the open window. The sun set in its golden splendor, tendrils of sunshine wafting over the walls and wooden floor. It will be cold soon. 

Eventually, his response came. I’ll be back on Earth next week. What day works best for you? Oh shit. It was happening. Your mind is equal parts excited and nervous, Friday. It was set. In just a week, you would be meeting Asuka face to face. You looked around your apartment, eyeing the overflowing bookcases and semi-neglected plants. Would he want to come here? The idea made heat rise in your face. Asuka was kind and the most intelligent person you had ever met, but did he even... You tried to shake the thought from your mind. There wasn’t a point in ruminating over his sexual exploits. Whatever happened, happened. He was handsome enough, but would you even be attracted to him in person? 

The week flew by in anticipation. Asuka’s radio show announced its hiatus and you were left listening to your usual playlist. You spent the Friday morning in a flurry of cleaning and stress over what you would wear. What would he wear? His profile photo had him wearing some sort of clerical, priest like outfit. He would be here in two hours. Did he know how to find it? The buildings around here looked the same. 

You sipped on a water bottle, contemplating what you would wear. He didn’t tell you what he had planned- which obviously didn’t help. Your friends had suggested something comfortable but sexy. Were you really trying to seduce him though? 

You settled on something comfortable, a pair of jeans, a matching top and cardigan, and a pair of boots. The weather today was cool and windy. You dressed and fussed over your hair and face for nearly an hour and a half. What was happening to you? Why were you so nervous, acting like this was a date? You were just hanging out. 

Finally done, you sat on the couch with a sigh, occupying yourself with your phone. Would he knock? Was he going to message you to let you know he was here? The remaining half-hour crawled by. A sudden soft rapt on the door made you jump. Asuka. An insane nervous energy settled in your body. It was happening. He was here. On the other side of the door, that you were unlocking, opening. 

“A-Asuka,” your voice whispered even to you.

He was ethereal. The bright day’s sun made his hair shimmer. His visible eye widened and settled quickly into a kind smile. He was taller than you thought, your frame rising to his chest. 

“Hello, y/n.” Asuka chirped happily. 

He was dressed in light washed jeans and brown boots. A plain white shirt poked out from under his long-sleeved grey dress shirt, unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He wore a pair of square, black glasses, the right eye blackened like sunglasses. It was entirely new and overwhelming. Asuka’s smile faltered. Shit, you had been staring too long. You moved out of the way.

“Come in!” Gods, you sounded nervous. 

Asuka looked past you and into your apartment, stepping inside. His eyes immediately found the bookshelves. You had lit a vanilla scented candle, its scent heavy in the air. You watched as he wandered around, studying the room before pursuing the bookshelf. 

“Did you have any trouble getting here?” Talk, you need to talk. 

“No, I found it just fine.” He didn’t turn to talk to you, bending over to slide a book from its place on the shelf. 

“Th-that’s good.” Was it always this hard to talk to people in person? 

You grabbed your phone, typing quickly to your friends. He’s here! Gorgeous. You grabbed your bag, sliding it on and walked towards Asuka, curious as to which book he had chosen. Your heart flipped, a gasp escaping your lips when you saw it. You snatched it quickly from his hands. It was a sketchbook and poetry book from years ago. Your face burned as you clutched it to your chest, embarrassed.

Asuka chuckled, a soft, caramel sound. He took the book from your hands and returned it to the shelf. “I wish I could draw,” he stated longingly. 

Still embarrassed, you nodded in agreement. You have tried to learn how to. Something touched your elbow lightly, bringing you back to the present. Asuka’s hand fell to his side and he smiled again, “Shall we go?” 

You nodded, smiling back, excited to finally be doing something other than defending your home from his quizzical eye. You blew the candle out quickly, grabbing your keys and following him out the door. 

“Where are we going?” You asked, locking the door behind you. 

Asuka was halfway down the hall already so you jogged a little to catch up to him. He seemed occupied with the walls, touching his chin lightly. If he had heard your question, he wouldn't answer it. You followed him out of the apartment, walking slightly behind him. His steps were measured and consistent, hair bouncing softly on his head as he walked. You wondered if he had trouble seeing with one eye. 

He held the door open for you as you broke into the cool midday air. The sun was warm on your skin, something that had always delighted you. Sweet sunshine. Asuka sighed happily, his face turned upwards towards the sky, hand still hanging on to the door. He looked almost childlike, eyes shining, peach lips turned upward. 

You smiled to yourself and followed him again, trying to stay more by his side than behind him. Asuka looked around as you walked together, hands in his pockets. You wanted to hold his hand, but you still weren’t entirely sure if this was a date or not. The streets quiet this time of day, a few cars buzzing by on their magical devices. 

“I miss seeing trees and animals,” he said softly. 

That’s right. He said the place he lived was fairly barren. “We can go to the park later if you’d like,” you suggested. Asuka hummed in agreement, smiling. 

He led you deeper into the city, eventually stopping outside a museum. You smiled to yourself, how fitting that he would want to come here. He looked at you, chewing on his lip slightly. 

“Is this okay? There’s an exhibit here that might help you better understand the question you asked me two weeks ago. I’m afraid my explanation was winded.” 

What had you asked him two weeks ago? Oh- something about what determined the appearance of a magic user’s glyphs. You had wanted to learn magic badly since you began listening to Asuka’s podcast. But you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him how to start. 

He presented two tickets at the door, leading you into a large hall. The entrance was grand, stained glass casting beautiful hues over a towering skeleton from long before the Crusades. It had been a while since you had been to a museum. Asuka let you wander, following behind with an air of amusement. You had to stop him from confronting a curator over a small inaccuracy concerning the Backyard. He knit his brow and looked at you, his face an unrecognizable mixture. 

“I owe the world the truth.” He sounded almost emotional, his hand came up to clutch the front of his open button-down.  

You tried to think of the right words, “You’re doing everything you can to tell them. Maybe we should tell the museum about your radio show? They could interview you and everything!” 

He considered it a moment before shaking his head, “No one is supposed to know I’m here. We’ll have to leave it be.” 

You nodded and followed him away from the display. Why did no one have to know? Was he breaking a law, coming to see you? You felt a little guilty, but ultimately, it was good to be around him. He gave off a shy but serious air, but his smile made your nerves melt away and you found yourself having fun. 

He was right, the exhibit on glyphs was much easier to understand. The color of a glyph had to do with the person. A lot of it had to do with chemicals and their reaction with the Backyard.  There was little evidence, but one theory was that the color was a reflection of someone’s soul. This exhibit was meant for general knowledge of course, but Asuka seemed happy when you were able to explain it back to him. 

“You’re a fast learner!” He grinned, smile-lines played at the corner of his eye. 

Your heart skipped a beat, happy with his praise. He also seemed to be enjoying himself, happy with the number of people at the museum today. He liked that people were willing to learn and explore. 

When you left, the sun was setting. You stretched your legs slightly, wondering if there was a place to sit. Asuka’s voice came from behind you, still standing on the stone stairs leading up to the entrance. 

“Are you hungry?” 

You looked up at him, the golden hue of the sun set his exposed eye on fire, reflecting on the frame of his glasses. He was really here, wasn’t he? The soft part of your heart tugged on you, urging you to spill all of your secrets, to tell him you wanted to hold his hand. Tell him you wanted to spend more time with him, to touch his hair, to be held in his arms, to listen to his voice in his chest as he rambled on about something you couldn’t care less for.

You smiled, “Yeah! My feet are killing me too. What do you like to eat?” 

He looked down at you, eye a bit wide at your question. “I have a place in mind if you mind going along with my plans.” 

There he went again, dodging questions about himself. Maybe he didn’t have a food preference? No, everyone liked something best. You made a secret goal to at least learn what his favorite color was. You agreed to go along with him, following him down the street. You wished again that you could hold his hand. 

He led you to a small cafe. There were a few people sitting outside at circular tables, lights hung from posts, leading to an awning that led into the cafe. A kind looking lady took Asuka's last  name and led you to an open table under a tree, setting the menus down in front of you. It was rare for there to be physical menus nowadays. Many places had adapted to magic quickly, hiring writers to create notes for their businesses.  

Asuka smiled at you sweetly. “Ky recommended this place to me. It seems he picked a lovely spot.” His eyes didn’t leave your face as he said lovely . 

You looked around, admiring the contrast between the lights and the setting sun. Wait. “Ky?” You asked. 

Asuka made a face like he had forgotten you were meeting for the first time. “Right. Ky Kiske, First King of Illyria. We’re acquaintances from the... events last year.” 

King Kiske. Your mind had to wrap around that one, sobering to the reminder of who Asuka was. Who he had been. Asuka must have read your thoughts from your face. 

“Y/n, I hope you know I’m not who I used to be. I-” it was unusual for him to stutter. “I want to be better.” 

That warmed your heart. Yes, his past was a part of him, and it always would be, but people were capable of change, capable of growth. “You’re wonderful, Asuka.” The words left your lips softly. 

He smiled warmly, “Thank you for teaching me.” 

You wanted to ask what he meant but the waitress returned, asking for the order. Frantic, you scanned the menu quickly and ordered the first thing that looked good. Asuka gave his order and you were left in silence again. 

“What’s your favorite color?” You blurted out suddenly. 

He looked surprised then turned to thought, touching his chin again. It was a cute habit of his, you decided. “What’s your favorite color?” He responded thoughtfully. 

You couldn’t help but sigh and restrain from rolling your eyes. Asuka looked worried, mouth slightly agape. “Is there anything you like?” You questioned the former scientist. 

“I like science and magic; books and nature. I like listening to the piano and teaching people. Am I supposed to like more?”

You chewed your lip, a little ashamed with your outburst. Of course he liked things, just not in the way you were used to. “No,” you said quietly. “Those are all good things.” 

Asuka smiled softly, a slight chuckle on his lips. He laid his hand across the table, palm facing upward. “I like you, y/n.” 

Oh . You felt like a silly, naive child. You looked at his hand and took it. His fingertips were rough, but his palm was soft and warm. Asuka smiled as he held your hand in his, squeezing slightly. 

“I like you too, Asuka.” 

The dinner passed peacefully. You ate together as the sun set, sky darkening despite the bright café lights. Your meal had already been paid for, Asuka explained as you left. You wondered if it was King Kiske’s doing. A strong breeze wafted through the streets, sending a shiver over your body. 

Asuka offered you his arm, hands still tucked into his pockets. You took it gratefully, happy to at least be touching him. It seemed like a dream, talking with him as you wandered past glowing shops, neon lights and racing cars. You led him to a nearby park, delighting in the quietness it offered. 

“What color is your magic? Maybe that could be your favorite color?” It seemed like an innocent enough question. 

But Asuka stiffened, his face contorting. He took a deep breath and looked around the park. “Do you want to see?” He sounded scared, but excited, like he was sharing something intimate. 

You nodded, letting go of his arm. Asuka took a few steps away from you. He held his hands out to his sides, palms pulsing once in unison. Two bright red glyphs appeared in the air, swirling within each other. They cast an eerie glow over his grim face, contouring it with shadows. Asuka moved his hands in, posing them in a circle. The glyphs floated towards each other, merging into a single, stagnant shape. Writing circled it, in a language you didn’t understand. 

But something about it, staring at the red shape, purple electricity crackling from on occasion. Something about the whole situation made a tear fall from your eye. Was this the color of Asuka’s soul? Red? Red like fire, like blood.

‘Y/n?” Asuka called softly. The glyph disappeared quickly. 

More tears were coming now. No, that couldn’t be right. The theory was wrong. There was no way Asuka’s soul was fire and blood, destruction and death. It had to be the chemicals. Asuka’s hand brushed your cheek softly. He looked distraught which made you cry harder. You hadn’t meant to hurt him. 

But his arms wrapped around you, pulling you to his chest. Quiet shushes left his lips as he smoothed your hair, pulling strands away from your face with a single finger.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He whispered into your hair, arms tightening around you. 

You shook your head, trying hard to get yourself back under control. “No-” your voice shook. “I don’t know why I reacted like that. I’m sorry, Asuka.” 

Asuka kissed the top of your head softly. Shock ran through your body as you realized how close you were to him right now, face nestled in his tear stained chest. Your fingers flexed on his back. Asuka pulled away slightly, his hand coming up to tilt your chin up to face him. 

His free hand wiped the remaining tears from your face before cupping your cheek. He leaned in slowly, your body acting on its own as time slowed. Your lips met his softly. He kissed you slowly, as if savoring it. His thumb stroked your cheek absently and he pulled away, golden eye soft. 

“I love you,” he whispered. 

The words went in one ear and bounced around for a moment before you finally understood the ramifications of what he said. Did he just say he loved you? You had just met in person for the first time, you had just kissed for the first time. You had barely held his hand! You looked at him with wild eyes. His face went red and he looked away, releasing your face and backing away slightly. 

Not wanting things to be awkward, but unsure of what to say, you took his hand in yours. His fingers were long and slender, perfect for flipping through pages. They seemed to engulf your hand as he smiled back knowingly. It was too soon for such words. 

He kissed you again outside your apartment door. You leaned into his touch, the faint smell of old leather and books on him. He said goodbye with promises of a message when he arrived back safely. Your mind screamed at you to invite him inside, to keep him close for just a little longer. I love you . His words were clear in your mind. 

You fell onto the couch in silence, hugging the pillow to your chest. It was soft, just like Asuka. 

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Asuka sat in the leather chair heavily. What had he been thinking? He scared her with his magic then he told her he loved her? He groaned and ran his hand through his hair. He was embarrassed. She didn’t reject him though, right? A soft knock on the door distracted him. 

“Enter.” He said, standing. 

Ky walked in, smiling, shutting the door. His smile faded quickly, “A- Asuka. Did something happen on your date?” 

The scientist fell back into the chair, giving the King a defeated look. Ky grimaced and took the seat across from him. “That bad?” 

Asuka sighed and rubbed his chin, staring at a spot on the wall to his left as he spoke, “No, it was wonderful. I simply made an error.” 

The King chuckled and leaned forward, “Did you tell her you loved her?” 

Asuka’s eyes widened as he looked at the King who laughed. “Don’t worry,” he said. “It happens to the best of us. Dizzy and I are a good example of when wrong things go right. I’m sure she’ll come around.” 

He nodded, thankful for the other man's words. “Thank you for letting me borrow these clothes, she seemed to like them.” 

Ky nodded and smiled. “Of course. They look good on you.” Ky stood, walking towards the door. “Goodnight, Asuka.” 

Chapter Text

It was practically criminal to name him Sin. Especially as he paraded about, stalwart body on display in his odd outfit. How could such a happy-go-lucky guy look like... that? A warm breeze brushed through the air. It smelled like summer in Illyria, trees rustling loudly. The partial Gear wandered aimlessly through the courtyard as if lost in his mind. He kicked a rock across the white stone, watching it roll. He seemed to sense you watching, eyes turning on you sitting at a blue metal table near the water. He waved a white-gloved hand and jogged over, narrowly avoiding a cluster of strolling women. As he approached you, Sin threw his hands in the air, exaggerating a sigh. 

"Y/n," he sang, "I'm so bored." 

He ran a hand through the disheveled mass of blonde hair that topped his head. It was looking long, had he cut it recently? He swung back and forth on his heels, hands on his hips. You couldn't help a smile at this childishness. 

"When will Sol be back?" You asked. The old man seemed to be the only one who could entertain him. 

Sin shrugged, "Now that Jackie's with him, I've been stuck here." He eyed you, face turning upwards in a grin. "Wanna do a bounty with me? You don't have to do much but watch!" 

You laughed, considering it for a moment. Why not? It wasn't like you had a lot to do nowadays. Besides, time alone with Sin was few and far between with the Valentines in the castle. And that crush of yours had been nagging you to ask him out. "Okay," you warned. "But I'm not carrying your flag." 

He clapped you on the shoulder, your heart fluttering at his touch. "Deal! But you gotta cook." 

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The bounty Sin picked had a last known sighting in the Eastern part of the kingdom, a good three days' ride by bike. He insisted on taking the same bike, saying he didn't want to have to worry about getting separated. The idea of being that close to him had brought a redness to your cheeks, but you agreed anyway. You spent the rest of the day getting ready, packing a small saddlebag of a change of clothing and a knife. Sin thought your knife was funny, asking what that would do against someone with a sword. You laughed, asking if he intended on letting you get hurt. His face was twisted, confused. "Of course not."

The morning air was heavy with dew. Sin waved to you cheerfully, yawning. He took your bag, strapping it to his own before mounting the bike. Your heart pounded in your chest as you wrapped your arms around him, resisting the awful temptation to brush your fingers over his exposed muscle. The trademark blue and orange flag was strapped to his back, thankfully rolled and tied in place. You leaned into him, his body sturdy and warm. 

"Ready?" He called back, smiling. You nodded, flushed as the blue and white bike roared to life. 

Ever youthful, the tires screeched as Sin took off, popping a wheelstand. He let out an excited holler that brought a smile to your face, clinging a little tighter to him as the bike settled back on two wheels. 

The castle faded from view quickly, racing down the glaring white bridge. The trees grew taller and denser the further from the city you went, civilization fading away. Sin's hair whipped in the breeze, face obscured from your view. You settled against him as much as you dared, watching the scenes fly by. 

It was nice to be out here with him, alone. Being around other people was a dance of hiding your feelings. But they always seemed to catch on, noticing your lingering gaze and maybe a little too loud laughs. Everyone noticed but Sin. You sighed inwardly. Maybe this trip was your chance to tell him. 

But what if he rejected you? The entire trip would be ruined and you would have to sit in awkward silence together. You imagined his cheerful face turned down and your heart sank. Maybe it was best if you kept your feelings to yourself. Time passed quickly, altitude rising as Sin navigated the roads into the mountains. 

Sin called for a stop as the sun began to sink, casting orange hues over the landscape. It was gorgeous, the distant water glistening on the horizon. He slowed the bike, easing into a small clearing. You figured he had been this way before with Sol. You swung off as he came to a stop, legs like jelly, sore from the day's ride. Sin kicked the stand and the bike fell silent. Insects sang in the rapidly cooling night. You wrapped your arms around yourself, walking life back into your feet. 

Sin sighed happily, stretching. He swung his flag around his shoulder, flourishing it a bit before sinking it into the soft dirt. "We'll rest here for the night. Tomorrow we'll go through the mountain. I'm starving."

You took the hint and began unpacking the small pack of meat and the vegetables from your pack. Sin built the fire expertly, using a little spark of his black-red lightning to light it. You had to remind yourself sometimes that he was a Gear- deadly, with unbridled power, the son of the Lightning King. 

But then he reached a finger to scratch under his brown eyepatch, falling back on the ground to stretch out like a lazy cat, and you remembered he was still Sin. 

"What did you bring to cook?" He called back. 

You picked up the pack of ingredients, swinging a cooking pot over your chest in a mocking bow, "A warm beef and vegetable stew, your Highness." 

Sin laughed and swiped playfully at your leg as you passed, nearly tripping you. "Don't call me that!" 

You grinned at him from across the fire, setting up the pot, emptying a canteen of water into it. You settled into the soft ground, feeling the dirt between your fingers as you gazed out at the setting sun. Sin hummed a tune to himself, waiting as patiently as possible. 

"Do you like Illyria?" He asked suddenly. 

You looked at him quizzically, his gaze settled on something in the surrounding trees. "I suppose so," you answered. "Why do you ask?" 

"I want to go lots of places and see lots of things. Illyria is just a small part of the world." The passion in his voice was moving. 

"Where would you go first?" A cool breeze brushed through your small campsite, you huddled a little closer to the fire, watching it crackle and spit. 

Sin was silent for a while, "I'm not sure!" 

You smiled to yourself, shielding your eyes from the smoke of the fire. "There's lots of places to go. Some people toss a knife at a map blindfolded and go where it lands." 

That seemed to excite him, "I'll do that then!" 

"What if it lands in the ocean?" You felt like teasing him a little. 

A genuinely worried look crossed the young man's face. Your eyes widened, stammering that you were just teasing. Sin's face settled into a smile that made your heart thump in your throat. He could make anyone seem like the most inspiring and wonderful person in the world with that smile. You stood, legs protesting for a moment as you emptied the stew contents into the pot. 

"What are we gonna do with the guy when we catch him?" 

Sin stood as well, going to where his flag stuck out from the ground. He loosened it, eyes lingering on the bold word written on it, "OATH." He gave it a courtesy swing, the flag rippling through the air. "We'll tie him up and call for some of old man Leo's guys to come get him." 

That seemed good enough to you but wasn't the point of a bounty to bring the person in for them? You shrugged it off, no point in worrying about it until the time came. You watched Sin swing the polearm for a few moments, admiring the flexibility he exhibited. 

The night grew cold rapidly as the sunset. You huddled close to the fire, nursing the stew until it was ready. You gave Sin a considerably larger portion than your own, recalling his legendary appetite. He smiled excitedly as he settled on the ground next to you. His exposed skin shone with sweat in the firelight, blonde hairs sticking to his forehead and cheek. 

Sin hummed happily as he ate, "This is really good, Y/n! Much better than the shit Sol makes." 

You smiled back, pleased with his praise. You let your eyes linger on his arms for a moment, watching the thick muscle flex as moved. Sin caught your eye, eyebrows raising quizzically. "Something up?" 

You shook your head, ears burning as you focused on eating your own food. Sin finished quickly and went to the bike, rooting around for something. You tried not to watch him, to mind your own business. But it was so damn hard to deny the infatuation in your heart, especially when he was right there. Sin procured a black-bound book that looked tiny in his large hands. He settled in next to you, a bit closer than before, showing you the cover with golden letters. 

"Tales from Illyria," you read aloud. "I read that in school." 

Sin nodded excitedly, "I'm getting good at reading! Is it okay if I practice now?" 

You couldn't help but smile. Despite being a fully grown man, he was still young and Sol hadn't taught him much else but fighting and surviving. Sin leafed through the book which had more pictures than you recalled. Illyria itself wasn't old, most of the stories inside the book predated the Crusades, but the creation of the Castle was one you admired. 

Sin read aloud slowly, using a finger to trace the words as he spoke. You watched him, a proud feeling blooming in your chest. He really was getting better, only needing help twice on words that had stumped you when you were young. 

You had barely noticed the fire fading. You poked at it erratically, trying to keep it alive. Sin chuckled and took the stick you were using from you. He had a much easier time seeing in the dark, you noticed. A harsh breeze ripped through the trees, sending shivers over your body. Sin clapped his hands, standing. "Well! No fire for the night." 

Your heart sank a little. It was going to be a cold night. You resigned to packing away the leftover stew. Sin packed away his book and looked out over the sky. The moon was rising, obscured slightly by clouds. You pulled your sleeping sack from your pack and laid it out in the spot you had been sitting, welcoming the warmth of the fire's embers. 

You glanced at Sin quickly as you settled into its warmth. His eyes were on you, face drawn down in a sad puppy-like look. You furrowed your brow, "Sin? What's wrong?" 

Another gust of wind burst through the small camp. Sin shivered slightly, glancing over his shoulder at his bike. "I forgot a sleeping sack." 

Oh, gods. Your heart was racing in your chest. You couldn't just let him sleep in the cold, right? You considered your sleeping roll for a moment. It was big enough to fit the two of you, but it would be tight. You glanced nervously at Sin whose eyes were downcast, chewing on his lip. You pat your roll happily, swallowing hard, "We can share!" 

"Really?" Sin sounded all too cheerful as he padded over to you, kicking off his brown shoes as he set his flag on the ground. 

You nodded, opening the roll enough for him to slide in next to you. He seemed massive next to you, settling on his side. Your blood roared in your ears as he laid next to you with a sigh. 

"Thank you, I was worried I would have to dig a hole to sleep in." He whispered. 

Your laugh sounded nervous even to you. His chest was too close, his smell overwhelming. He practically radiated heat. You huddled into yourself, tucking your arms in close so you didn't accidentally touch him. Sin made an annoyed noise that drew your eyes to his. 

"Do you not want to cuddle?" He practically whined. 

Something glass-like broke in your mind. Your mouth opened and closed slightly as you tried to find words- any words, something to say. Sin chuckled and wrapped a massive arm around you, pulling your body into his. You gave in and nuzzled slightly against his exposed chest, his other arm sliding under your head. 

"There," he sighed happily. "Much better." 

You hummed in response, utterly overwhelmed. Sin's heartbeat calmly against his chest while yours raged. What had happened? How did you so quickly come to being wrapped in Sin's arms, stars twinkling in the cold night sky? Where was the innocent Sin, and who replaced him with this guy? The wind whipped through the camp, scattering some of the ashes.

He fell asleep quickly, chest rising and falling greatly with each breath. He sighed in his sleep, pulling you in a little tighter. Your heart wanted to melt. His face was so innocent as he slept, soft hair falling into his exposed eye. You fell asleep shortly after, watching the shadows dance over Sin's frame. 

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It was still dark when you woke up, groggy. You blinked slowly, eyes struggling to focus in the dark. Sin was sitting up, muttering to himself, messing with something. 

"Sin?" You called softly, voice heavy with sleep. 

Sin froze, looking down at you. He moved in the dark, a massive hand coming down to stroke your hair. "It's alright, Y/n. Go back to sleep." 

But now your eyes were adjusted, Sin's other hand was clutching something in his lap. Mind still heavy with sleep, you reached out, muttering "What's wrong?" 
 
Your hand brushed over something warm and stiff. You froze, the realization dawning on you. You withdrew your hand quickly, wide awake, ears burning. Sin stuttered, "I- I don't really know what's going on. It's been happening a lot recently and it-," Sin gasped slightly, pushing down on his erection. "It really hurts!" 

Your mind raced instantly to the deepest secret you held. You looked up at Sin, his face twisted slightly in pain and confusion. You reached out again, brushing his hands away to drag your palm over the tent that had formed in his trousers. Sin gasped slightly, hand gripping the golden cross necklace that hung around his neck. 

"Tha-that didn't hurt." He muttered, voice thick. 

You hummed slightly, palming him through his pants. Every touch only made him harder until even you thought it must have been painful. You pushed yourself up gently, gazing at Sin's soft face, exposed eye wide. 

"Let me help," you whispered, fingers snaking down to reach for his sash. 

"I- 'd like that," he shudders, voice deep and low, and you smiled at him as your fingertips gently reached below the belt to work off his pants, Sin lifting his hips to help you. Your breath caught in your throat as you tugged them down and saw how big he was. His cock was straight and long, thick enough to make your mouth water slightly as you pressed your thighs together.

But you were sure he didn't know how impressive he was, either ignoring or not hearing the small gasp that escaped your lips. He looked at you curiously, eyelid heavy as you stroked him slowly, his muscles flexing at the sensation of your soft skin on him. 

A small whine escaped his lips as you squeezed his tip gently. "That feels really good," he breathed. 

You had to swallow the arousal coursing through you. It was like your wildest dream was coming true. You let your thumb swipe over the slit of his cock, smoothing the pre-cum over his tip, eliciting a soft moan. He was sensitive. His hips bucked up into your touch, murmuring your name. 

"Do you want to feel even better?" You cooed softly, stroking him absently. 
Sin's eye widened, fingers gripping his necklace and the bedroll beside you. "B-better?" 

You nodded, sitting up and shuffling closer. The night air was cold, prickling at your skin. You ran your free hand across his muscular thigh, drawing your nails on his skin lightly. Sin shuddered under your touch, leaning in. You let your lips meet naturally, savoring the soft, sweet taste. 

You pulled away reluctantly, kissing his sharp jaw, planting a soft kiss on his neck, still working his cock slowly in your hand. You wanted to slide yourself onto his lap, feel him stretch, and fill your aching wetness. But he was new to this, you weren't even sure if he was understanding what was happening. 

So you positioned yourself between his legs, lowering yourself down until you were level with his cock. Sin looked down at you curiously, head tilted to the side. You pressed a soft kiss to the head of his cock, lips brushing the lip. The taste of his pre-cum on your lips only added to the heat growing in you. Sin gasped softly, making you smile to yourself. Just wait. 

You gave a long, slow lick from the base of Sin's dick to over the head, swirling it slightly with your tongue before taking just the tip into your mouth, eyes heavy as you gazed up at Sin. He tasted too good, better than should have been possible. Sin groaned, a large hand cupping the side of your head. 

He shuddered as your tongue traced his tip, sliding across the seam of his glans. His hand tangled in your hair. You bobbed your head further down, taking in more of his cock, letting your tongue work against him, enjoying the way he squirmed under you. The moans of your name that fell from his lips went right through you, to the throbbing need between your thighs. His lustrous hair stuck to his face, eye closed, chin tilted upward with an open mouth. Fuck- he was so gorgeous, it was unfair. 

You worked as much of his cock into your mouth as you could, gagging slightly when you went too far. Sin groaned, his breath hard, "I- I-" he repeated. 

But you understood, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. He was so big that your whole hand wrapped around him with more still buried in your mouth. Your mouth worked in tandem with your hand, losing yourself in Sin's tastes, his moans and whimpers driving you into a bit of a frenzy. Sin gasps, stuttering something unintelligible as his hips buck up, driving his cock into your throat. You gagged reflexively, almost missing the first spout of release. 

You had to swallow twice to take all of his load. Sin laughed shakily, pushing his hair back from his face as you sat up, body aching in need. "That- that was great!" He exclaimed, grinning at you. 

You chuckled, settling back down into the bedroll. Sin settled in beside you, neglecting to pull up his pants. He wrapped his arms around you again, squeezing you. "I feel much better!" 
You smiled into his chest, "I'm glad." Your need still throbbed, but you tried to ignore it. He would probably fall asleep soon. 

But his erection pressed against your stomach, jumping slightly at the contact. You relaxed, assuming it would go away. But it didn't. Sin groaned slightly, reaching down to clumsily stroke himself. "Why won't it go away?" He whined. 

"Maybe you need something more," your voice was soft but heavy with need. 

Sin's voice was quiet as if he was catching on to something, "What more is there?" 

"Sex," you suggested. He had to know what that was, right? 

"Sex?" He questioned. Gosh, why was his voice so innocent like that? It made you want to take control. 

You propped yourself up, pushing on Sin's shoulder to roll him onto his back. You slid on top of him clumsily. From his lap, you had a different frame of reference. He was pure muscle, tall and powerful under you. His hands settled on your thighs as you leaned against him, constricted by the bedroll. You kissed him deeply, savoring his passionate response, squeezing your thighs, grinding his cock against you. He moaned slightly against your lips.

You cursed yourself slightly, pulling yourself off him to remove your own pants. Sin's eyebrows raised as he realized what you were doing. "Do you-?" He didn't finish his question. 

You climbed onto him once more, kissing his neck as you positioned his cock at your entrance. You were soaked, Sin's impressive member sliding in, stretching you in ways that you didn't know were possible. You couldn't help the gasp that escaped your lips. Sin choked on a groan, his voice worried, "A-are you hurt?" 

You shook your head, sinking yourself onto his cock entirely. "No- you're just really big." You breathed against his neck. 

Sin's fingers gripped your thighs hard as your walls clenched around him. "Is that good?" 

You pressed a kiss into his shoulder, murmuring a yes as you began to work yourself on his cock. Sin's hips jerked reflexively, catching on by your moans that he should do that again. He felt so good, filling you up so perfectly, stroking spots inside you that felt like fire. You couldn't help how raggedly your breath came. 

"S-sin, so- good," you managed to say. 

You tangled your fingers in his hair, his pants and whimpers intermingled with your own. Sin squirmed under you, moaning your name like a prayer. He was close.  

You redoubled your efforts, slamming yourself down on his thick cock, squeezing yourself around him. You weren't even thinking when your release found you suddenly, crying out Sin's name into the night. That seemed to do it for Sin too, a cry of relief left his lips as he squeezed your thighs hard.  He came inside you, cock twitching as he filled you with his release. You rocked yourself on him slowly, prolonging your own pleasure as long as possible, pushing his cum even further inside of you, toes curling. 

You fell into his chest, each of you catching your breath. One of Sin's hands came up to hold your head against his chest. "Tha- that was even better than the first thing." 

You chuckled against his sweaty skin, "Yeah, it was." 

"You said that was sex?" There was that curious, boyish tone again. 

You nodded, kissing his jaw. "That was sex. Did you like it?" 

Sin laughed and squeezed you against his body, his cock twitching, still buried inside you. "It was amazing! Can we do it again?" 

The thought made your face burn; you removed yourself from Sin, his cock sliding out of you with a rush of his seed. "Y-yeah!" 

Sin yawned, pulling you back into his chest like a stuffed animal. "Awesome," he murmured sleepily. 

He was out in an instant. You huffed to yourself, slightly annoyed with the mess between your thighs. Your mind reeled for a moment but savored the full, warm feeling, walls still throbbing slightly. You nuzzled into Sin's chest, the smells of sweat and sex filling your nose. Maybe this was the right time to tell him how you felt. 

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Every passing day was getting harder and harder. You just needed proof. Just a little evidence to prove your innocence. You tossed the blanket into the backseat, the sun was rising and it was time to get moving. You were on the run, falsely accused of murdering some guy you didn’t even know. You had no idea who could have framed you which made finding proof of your innocence even harder. It was hard to frame people nowadays with the technology available to the police. But whoever had done you in was crafty. 

You started the engine to the car, cursing under your breath at the low gas gauge. You found it a few days ago, heart racing to find the keys still inside. You hadn’t wanted to steal it but they had your plate information and you needed something new. You left a little money on the street under a rock, hoping the owners would find it. You pulled onto the road bumpily, having parked far off the road in order to sleep. It was going to be a long day. 

The roaring engine was just about the worst thing you could have imagined. You looked in the rearview mirror, the red bike gaining on you impossibly fast. The rider was impossibly large, a hulking character hunched over. You contemplated for a moment, but sighed. It was time to give in. You set your blinker like a good driver and pulled over, stopping on the side of the road. It was quiet out here, far from any civilization. 

You barely had time to leave the car before you were pressed against it roughly.

“Hey!” You shouted, angry. You were going to surrender. The man behind you huffed under his breath, a low, bear-like noise.

Your hands were wretched behind you painfully, locked into the magical cuffs. You scowled, “Could you not be so rough?” 

The man barked in a short laugh, “Shoulda thought of that before you killed a man.”

Okay, you were angry now, struggling against the cuffs. “I didn’t kill him! I was framed. I’m not a murderer.” 

That must of been hilarious to the man, “Yeah, and I’m the fuckin’ tooth fairy.” 

You huffed as the man pulled you by your arm away from the car, finally getting a good look at him. He was massive, towering over you in layers of thick muscle, spiky brown hair concealing a crimson headband. He was clad in a tight black undershirt and cropped red jacket. His white jeans were dirty, stained at the ends. You knew who this was, of course. The “hero.” Sol Badguy. Your eyes fell on the gaudy belt, an audible laugh falling from your lips, Free .

A large hand struck the back of your head, making you wince. “What the fuck, dude?” Who pissed in his cereal? 

“Shut up,” he growled. 

Fine. You sighed, wincing again as you were shoved into the small side car. Apparently he wasn’t the charming type. Too bad, you shrugged inwardly. At least he was nice to look at. You figured he would want to get rid of you and collect the bounty quickly. So you hunkered down in the cart, trying to find a comfortable spot for your bound hands, and watched the scene roll by. 

The sun was setting when Sol decided to pull over. He dismounted the bike quickly, yanking you out of the pod by the arm. You protested, legs wobbly as he pulled you towards the woods. Where the hell were you going? You didn’t have time to answer as Sol tossed you against a tree, your shoulder crashing into it painfully. You grimaced, settling onto the ground against it. 

“Stay,” Sol commanded, walking towards another tree not far from you. 

You huffed, eyes rolling. This tough guy act was getting old. You averted your eyes as Sol undid his belt, back to you as he relieved himself by a tree. Your face burned, mind trying to drown out the sound. 

“I- I really didn’t kill anyone, ya know.” You had to break the silence. 

“I know.” Sol answered curtly. 

Your eyes widened, flickering to him before looking away. “You believe me?” 

Sol chuckled, “As if a brat like you could kill anyone.” 

Well. That stung. You sighed, annoyed, “Then why are you taking me in?” 

Sol had finished, turning towards you. He must not have been a shy man, your mouth fell open and closed quickly at the sight of his limp cock as he stuffed it back into his pants. Gods, he was huge. Your face burned even hotter, thighs squeezing slightly. 

Sol stood a little too close, looking down on you. You were painfully aware of the proximity of your face to his crotch, the bulking man towering over you. “Because a bounties a bounty.” He answered gruffly. 

You scowled at the man. Sol shifted his weight between his feet, your eyes jumping to his crotch and away again, settling on a stick. Sol chuckled, a low, hard sound in his chest. “Never seen a cock before?”

Your scowl deepened, locking eyes with the bounty hunter. Defiance rose in you, frustrated with your situation, “Plenty bigger than yours,” you hissed.

Sol laughed, face twisting in a crooked smile. His gloved hand kneaded himself through his pants for a moment, belt hanging loose around his hips. “You’ll eat those words.”

A tiny sense of dread settled over you, overshadowed by something more. Something that made your stomach twist and thighs squeeze together. Holy fuck this was hot. Sol leaned over you, one hand pressed against the trunk of the tree, the other on his hip. You swallowed hard, watching the man’s cock stiffen in his pants. 

“It’s not gonna touch itself, ya know.” 

Well, that was true. But your hands were still bound. Sol seemed to realize that, dismissing the glyphs that held you. Your desire and curiosity overtook you, nervous energy rising. You fumbled first with his zipper then with freeing his erection from the black cloth of his underwear. Sol grumbled, annoyed, batting your hands away to do it himself. 

He must have had the biggest cock you had ever seen. But you knew from the moment your fingers wrapped around his shaft that he wasn’t even fully hard. You carefully pumped both of your hands over his shaft, a satisfied feeling in the pit of your stomach as you felt it beginning to firm. 

You took your time working it, trying to settle your nerves as the great tip flushed darker, pre-cum leaking from the slit. His cock throbbed once in your hands and Sol sighed, his chest compressing greatly, “Now be a good brat and suck.” 

Something about the way he said it sent heat right to the place between your thighs. Your lips parted in a soft, barely audible whine, eyes glazed over a little. Sol chuckled, rocking his hips against your hands once to remind you what he commanded. 

Your mouth opened almost on its own. You leaned into him, sliding your tongue to trace the slit of his tip. The taste of him flooding your senses. He was musky, salty, overwhelmingly masculine, towering over you with his giant cock slipping between your lips. Something about his scent lingering in the air and the tang of his pre-cum in your mouth made you ache, needy and wanting.

You avoided Sol’s gaze as you focused on the head of his cock with laps and soft sucks, searching for the spot that would make him cum the quickest. Sol huffed, thrusting his cock into your mouth, “Get to the point.” 

His words screamed ‘suck before I fuck your face.’ A tiny whisper in you wanted him to. But as you slid him your mouth, jaw aching and eyes watering- you think it's better he doesn’t. You couldn’t fit even half of it in before you gagged. Sol seemed to like that, the crooked smile playing on his lips, “Your mouth’s a lot better stuffed with my cock.” 

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your throat. Sol laughed, his hand coming from his hip to your cheek. He lingered there for a moment as you lapped at him, bobbing your head back and forth, secretly delighting as his tip bumped against your throat. 

But he must have gotten bored, hand wrapping to grip your chin. He yanked your face upward, cock still buried in your mouth, you could feel the drool smearing on your chin. You hadn’t noticed the tears that had gathered in your eyelashes until your eyes met his. 

“How ‘bout I give you somethin’ to talk about?” 

Your mind didn’t fully comprehend the meaning of his words until he had you bent over, shoulder pressing into the thick tree trunk, large hand wrapped around both of your wrists, binding them. His free hand pulled down your pants and undergarments expertly. 

His cock slapped against the meat of your bare thighs, making you painfully aware of your body, heated and throbbing in desire. His hand came down hard on your exposed ass, pain radiating from the spot. You cried out, tears at the corners of your eyes. 

Sol paused, his cock poised at your entrance. “Try to keep quiet.” 

He sheathed his cock inside you with a brutally quick motion. It hurt- stretching, aching, making you feel impossibly full. But his hips didn't meet your own as his tip pressed against your deepest core, unable to fit the rest. He was rough, fingertips digging to the soft flesh of your hips. Sol didn't moan or give any indication of pleasure outside of an occasional huff, a little darker and deeper each time. 

You, on the other hand, were a cacophony of moans and groans, whining each time his tip clashed with your deepest point. Your body was on fire, writhing under his brutal strokes. Your insides were aching, abused and sore from how his cock plunged in and out of you. But you loved it. You wanted desperately for that extra bit of stimulation that would send you over the edge. 

Sol chuckled darkly, “Not so much a brat now, are ya? Gettin’ fucked on my cock-”

Sol’s words made your stomach twist. You bit your tongue, trying to stifle your moans. You couldn’t let him know what this was doing to you. But he read you like a book, hand leaving your hips to give you that extra bit you longed for, pushing you quickly over the edge. You cried out in ecstasy, shoulder banging painfully against the tree as Sol thrust hard, delighting in the tightening of your channel around his impossibly thick cock. 

Your body throbbed as he thrust again, twice more, fingernails digging hard into your flesh as he spilled his release, hot and thick inside you. He let you fall the moment his grip on your wrists ceased. You sank to the ground, body throbbing all over, claimed. Sol’s seed spilled from your hole, eliciting a soft whine from your lips. 

Sol huffed, obviously pleased with himself at your ruin, “I ain’t done with you yet, brat.” 

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Sin’s bright laughter filled the room, a silly show projected on the wall. He slammed the cotton pillow into you playfully, hair tousled and eye patch askew. You held the pillow to your body, laughing and calling for the fight to be over. 

“I win!” He exclaimed happily, mouth twisted in a triumphant grin as he adjusted the leather patch.

It was late at night in Illyria, but you weren’t tired anymore, Sin having started a ‘pillow war’ at your first yawn. You spent a lot of nights here, lounging in his room on the oversized bed, watching whatever show had happened to catch his attention. You laid back, tossing the pillow to the side, eyeing your form briefly. You were dressed in a matching peach colored silk tank and shorts with no bra. He was dressed in a plain white t-shirt and blue plaid pajama pants. It had initially struck you as odd that he seemed to wear more clothes at night than he did during the day. 

Sin pulled one of the blue covers over his shoulders, wrapping it around himself as he stared blankly at the show. You smiled to yourself. The two of you had grown close over the past few months, it had become natural to be near each other. His presence was comforting, like you could relax without judgement around him. So you started dressing comfortably during your almost nightly hangouts. 

They were innocent enough in the beginning, shoving each other playfully and making jokes. But one night, Sin laid his head on your lap, laughing at the way your cheeks went red, but delighting in the softness of your thighs. You ran your fingers through his hair, joking with him. When you looked back at him, his face had gone soft, exposed eye closed, a tear on his cheek. It had dawned on you that no one had ever touched him like that. He was used to being hurt and hurting others. He fell asleep quickly. 

The next night, he kissed you suddenly, nearly missing your mouth. Your eyes had gone wide, utterly surprised. But he found your lips and nearly devoured them, messy and urgent. You barely had time to breathe between the roughness of his mouth against yours. Kissing was something he liked to do, quickly becoming a lot better at it, his hands cupping your face, thumb stroking a cheek lazily as you became intoxicated in each others’ taste. 

You had come to the castle a few months ago, studying under one of the scholars that resided here. He was a kind, older man of lithe proportions. Seeing that you had become close, he encouraged you to teach Sin in your free time, to pick up where Sol failed. You undertook the task graciously, but that often meant enduring Sin’s questions. 

“Hey, Y/n, what’s ‘playing doctor’?” He asked suddenly, not turning to face you. 

Heat rose quickly in your face. What? Where did he hear that from? Sin turned, seeing the look on your face, “Sol said he and Jackie were gonna go play doctor and I couldn’t come.” 

Oh geez. Kissing was one thing but you weren’t really sure if you were ready to explain that. You reached for the discarded pillow and clung it to your face, inhaling the cotton scent. Sol had really neglected to tell him things. 

Sin tugged on the pillow, winning it away from you. He looked down at you with a big, puppy dog look, “Tell me.” He whined. 

Jeez. For someone who didn’t want to be treated like a kid, he sure acted like one. You pouted for a second but gave in, who could say no to that face? 

“Playing doctor is something old people say when they’re going to have sex.” You forced yourself to say. 

Sin’s face flushed, he must have at least heard about sex, right? His voice was small, “I- I was reading a book and that was in it.” 

“Sex?” What kind of book was he reading with that in it? You had been teaching him older children’s stories. 

“Yeah, I didn’t understand it though so I threw it away.” He leaned back in the bed, crossing his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. 

He threw it away? You chewed on your lip, watching the show. You couldn’t deny your attraction to Sin. You had imagined it, sure, but any attempt at it felt like taking advantage of him if he didn’t know what it was. The bed shifted as Sin did. He poked your side, tugging slightly on the peachy fabric, “Can you teach me?” 

Oh gods, your mind left for a moment before slamming back into your skull. Sin’s expression was begging you. 

“Sin- I-,” you wanted to tell him that it was wrong. 

But he was kissing you, a rough hand coming up to your face. His hair tickled your face, the masculine scent of him and his sheets overwhelming. Your skin prickled as his fingertips pressed into your skin slightly, the silky fabric of your top brushing stiffening nubs.

Sin pulled away slowly, eye half-lidded, looking over your body. Right, you reminded yourself. He was still a man and not so naïve as when you first met. His hand left your face and trailed down to your breast, face lighting up as he squeezed it gently, 

“What’s this? Its so soft..” he trailed off as his fingers brushed over your stiff nipple. 

“My breast,” you breathed, his finger traced over the curves, delighting in the way your nipple moved. You had to smile, placing a hand on his chest, “Yours are different from mine.” 

You mimicked the movements he made, running a hand over hard pectoral muscles, searching for his nipple, his eyes fluttered slightly when you found it 

“What’s next?” He was excited, you noticed his pants tenting 

You reached for it without a second thought. Sin’s eyes went wide as your fingers raced his length. You palmed him through his pants for a moment, utterly impressed with the length of him. Sin’s eye gazed over the soft curve of your body, voice breathy, “I- I don’t know where… on you.. “ 

You reached for his hand on your breast and began to guide it down to between your legs. You tried to hide your expression as his long finger brushed over your clit through the silky material. You guided his fingers, need coiling inside you. He seemed to catch on quickly, eagerly moving his fingers to see your reaction. 

“Sin..” you whispered, letting go of his hand to focus on his cock.

He seemed to really like it, hips rocking slightly against your touch. He kept his fingers moving in the manner you had shown him, “I-in the book, they took their clothes off...” 

You laughed to yourself, teasing a little “What book were you reading?”

Your hand was still on his cock, moving in deep half strokes. Sin’s face went red, “Th-the old man gave it to me..”

You squeezed his tip slightly, “I think he was telling you something..”

Sin leaned in close, fingertips playing with your clit, bright blue eye half lidded. His voice was low, deep, “To play doctor?” 

The implication sent a shiver through you. The look on his face was sensuous, like you had played right into the palm of his hand. What the hell was this side of him? 

“Yeah, maybe.” You stuttered out quietly, hyper aware of his fingers bringing you closer and closer to release. 

His free hand clung to the hem of your shirt, a husky tone settling over him, “Can we?” 

You screamed internally. Was this really happening? Did he really just ask you to fuck? But you nodded quickly and Sin was visibly excited, bouncing a little in happiness, dropping the husky voice and removing his fingers from your need. 

A bit disappointed, you sat up and he pulled the fabric over your head in one quick motion. His eye settled wide on your chest, bare breasts exposed and nipples stiff from stimulation. Sin grabbed them both and squeezed a little too hard, making you wince. He looked confused at your reaction, eyebrows raising high. Your hands settled over his, guiding them to rub and squeeze, “Be gentle..” you soothed. 

He caught on quickly again, letting you slip his shirt off as well to run soft fingers over the hard muscle. How the hell was he so muscular? The layers flexed as he moved his hands on your breasts. He seemed hypersensitive to your touch, soft gasps falling from his lips. A seductive attitude crossed your mind as you leaned in to kiss his neck. Sin moaned quietly, hands pausing at your breasts

“What else did your book say?” You whispered into his ear, hands trailing down to stroke his cock again. 

“I- uh-” He stuttered, too distracted by your touch. Your movements stopped on his clothed erection, looking at him expectantly 

“The guy wa-was on top of the lady and..” 

You smiled knowingly and fell back into the plushy bed, pulling Sin on top of you, his hair framing his face. He looked over you for a moment, affirming every affection in your heart for him as his fingers hooked at the hem of your shorts, pulling them down. 

Your face burned under his look, glued to the newly exposed skin. You pressed your thighs together, almost embarrassed by how wet you were. Sin settled back on his knees, pushing your legs out of the way so you were entirely exposed to him. That's right, he was really fucking strong. 

He was touching you again, “It's really wet..” he murmured, eyebrows furrowing 

You groaned aloud. Why did he have to say it like that? Embarrassed, “Th-that’s a good thing.” you tell him. “It means I like it.”

That was a dangerous thing to tell him. You'd have to have a long talk about consent another time. But Sin seemed encouraged by that, continuing to play with your slit, rubbing long fingers across it. Your eyes settled on his still enraged cock, straining against his pants. A little selfish feeling, you sat up, “It’s not fair if I’m the only one who likes it.” 

You tugged on Sin’s pant legs and he understood, getting off the bed to take them off. Your eyes are stuck to him as the fabric falls away. It should have been illegal for someone to look like that. His wide chest was entirely muscle, abdominals flexing as he straightened. His cock was long, curving slightly to the right, a blond mass of hair at the base.

Sin shifted, turning his face to hide his expression from you,  “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You close your mouth, swallowing, watching his thick arms as he crossed them. “You look gorgeous” is all you could breathe out.

Sin shook his head, a low chuckle in his chest. He crawled back into the bed over you, hands on either side of your body. He leaned down to take your lips in his, the tip of his cock bumping into your entrance. You whined against his lips, the need inside you still tight.

Sin broke away, mouth hovering just above your own, “Are you okay?”

You hummed in response, running a hand down his chest to stroke him, sliding his tip against your wet slit. Sin moaned, breath warm against your own, 

“Sex is when a man puts..” you stuttered as Sin thrust slightly into your hand, brushing your clit. “.. himself inside a woman.” 

Another problematic explanation. The gender spectrum would have to come at another time. Sin rocked his hips again, lips brushing against your ear as he settled his forehead into the pillow,

“Show me.”

His voice was absolutely erotic, puling a small murmur of agreement from your lips. You guided him to your entrance, using your free hand to pull on his hips, cock sinking into you slowly. The stretch was delicious, parting your walls, bottoming out impossibly deep inside you. 

Sin groaned loudly, “Its so tight and..” he rocked his hips against yours, grinding his pelvis into your clit. Your own moans come at a shock to you, thankful the castle walls are thick and the show was still playing in the background. A slight sheen of sweat formed on Sin’s body as he worked himself inside you. His voice came out choked, 

“The last part of the book- was about- about thrusting. That’s as far as I got.” 

A lurid curiosity enveloped your mind. You reached down to grip Sin’s hips, running your thumbs over the sharp v shape. He let you control his hips, moving them into a rhythm, guiding his cock in and out of you. Ever the quick learner, he began to thrust on his own. His breath came out panting, biting his lip to muffle moans as he took control, thrusting a little too hard. You gasp at the suddenness, digging nails into his flesh, and Sin lessens. He quickly loses himself, thrusts stuttering and moans falling freely. 

“I feel-” his confession was cut off by a groan, gasping breaths, shaking as pleasure wracked his body. His hot release filled you quickly, held inside as Sin buried himself as deep inside you as he could. 

His body sagged into yours, his forehead braced on your shoulder as he composed himself. You ran your fingers through his hair, moving the golden strands away from his eye. The need inside you was raging, urging you to move yourself on his cock still inside you, but you ignored it for now, happy he had came. But it was like he knew what you were thinking, your walls tightening around him. Sin propped himself up, eye half open as he breathed, “Its not fair- if you don’t feel this good too.” 

Sin squeezed your breast slightly before running his hand down to your joined sexes. His fingers found your swollen clit quickly, mimicking the movements you taught him. “Here?” 

You could only manage a nod, face burning. You were so full, filled with Sin’s cock and his seed, his fingers circling your clit. As you squirmed, Sin slipped out from inside you, release spilling onto the sheets. You came quickly, pleasure flooding through you like lightning. Your body shook under Sin, pants and legs weak. You brushed away his fingers, threatening overstimulation. 

Sin settled on top of you as he withdrew his hand, burying his face in the pillow, murmuring, “So soft..” 

He was out like a light, heavy body making it hard to breathe under him. You stroked his hair for a bit before waking him with chin and jaw kisses, tucking strands behind his ear. When he didn’t wake, you shook his shoulder, moving slightly under him. He startled awake with a gasp, hair and eyepatch disheveled. You adjusted the brown leather gently, a soft smile on his lips. 

He rolled off of you and onto his back, sighing. You slid out of the bed quickly to use the restroom and clean yourself. When you returned, Sin was sitting up, staring confusedly at the bed, “What happened?” 

What happened? You sat next to him, following his gaze to the white, wet stain on the blue sheets. A little guilt arose but quickly settled, “You came,” you gestured towards the spot. “That’s your sperm.” 

He still looked confused. You set your mouth, dammit Sol. “I’ll teach you tomorrow.”

Sin shrugged, bouncing off the bed. He stood, stretching his arms and back, softened cock still wet between his legs, “I’m starving!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, collecting your discarded clothes. You dressed together quickly, grabbing one of the sheets to cover your body, sneaking through the castle to the kitchen. You stayed outside, watching out for any late night stragglers. The cooks were unsurprised to see Sin, giving him some fruit and waving him away. You ate together in the hall, sitting on the dark floors. Your mind burned with the events of the day as you returned to your room, curling up with the dark blanket. 

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The next morning was business as usual. You woke with the sun and spent the day with your teacher, pouring over tomes and practicing note making. You followed him quickly through the halls, carrying the large stack of tomes. He might have been old, but he was certainly fast. He had been quiet today, which worried you. You followed him into the great library, delighting in the smell of the books and the soft chatter of the people that gathered there. As you set the books on one of the wooden tables, a flash of gold caught your eye. 

Sin was walking into one of the aisles, the Valentines Elphelt and Ramlethal in tow. Your cheeks burned with the memories of the night before and you moved behind your teacher slightly, hoping to hide from view. He looked down at you queerly, 

“What are you doing, child?” 

You huffed slightly, not a child. You looked up to see Sin emerging from the aisle, stopping an aid to ask a question. The old sage followed your gaze and chuckled, twisting his thin beard in his hand, “Flesh, heart or mind?” 

It was a question he liked to ask often when questioning your motivations. In fact, he seemed to categorize everything into three parts. You held up three fingers, shy to admit your feelings to him. He laughed, a brash sound that usually drew the eyes of anyone near. He closed the tome with a soft thunk, lowering his voice. 

“A bit underdeveloped in the mind but strong in the flesh and heart.” That was the last he said on the manner, letting you stay behind him out of view. 

“Come now.” He said after a while, gathering a few of the tomes. You gathered the rest quickly, bowing your head as you passed the trio, unnoticed by Sin, but you felt Elphelt’s lively eyes bearing into you. 

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You returned to your room late in the day, having picked up dinner in the kitchen before. You usually saw Sin after dinner, hanging around in some part of the castle. You hadn’t today, which made you wonder if the King was back. They had dinner together for hours when he was in the castle. Your mind raced immediately to the worst case scenario, imagining Sin declaring proudly that he had “played doctor” with Y/n. King Kiske’s face twisted with anger, calling for your removal from the castle, Queen Dizzy crying, Elphelt breaking a glass and Ramlethal staring at the scene with a blank look. You shook it from your mind. Sin was a grown man.. Gear. 

You stepped into the shower, seeking refuge from the thoughts. A muffled knock on the door startles you, surprised you even heard it. “Just a minute!” You called loudly. 

Who the hell was knocking on your door. The bathroom door opened with a creek that made you jump. “Y/n?” The happy, unmistakable voice of Sin called. 

You sighed, heart racing. “Sin! Hang on, let me get dressed before you just barge in!” 

How did he even know where your room was? You always went to his. You finished quickly, stepping out of the shower into a freezing cold room. Sin stood in the open doorway, leaning against the frame, eyes glued to your figure. You frowned at him slightly, drying off with a nearby towel. He was dressed in a black tank top and blue knee length shorts, bare feet.

“I- I found the book I was talking about and I thought we could..” You tried not to look at him as you wrapped the towel around you. Is that what he was here for? Wait. You looked at him finally, eyes wide. 

“Uh.. Sin. Did you.. Tell the Valentines about what happened last night?” 

He blinked at you for a moment then laughed, “Of course not!"

Your shoulders sagged in relief. Wait, you should ask him if he told his father. But Sin moved toward you, hand coming up to your face, thumb tilting your chin to look up at him, “This is something I want to keep to myself,” he whispered, the low voice returning. 

You wanted to curse the gods and Sol Badguy. Where did he learn that voice? You had to go on tiptoes to kiss him, clinging to the towel to keep it up. His kiss was deep and needy, teeth dragging against your lower lip. He broke away, a goofy grin plastered on his face. He grabbed your hand, pulling you excitedly into the room towards the bed.

You climbed into it after him, keeping yourself covered with the towel. It was a lot smaller than his bed and the closeness that he sat next to you with brought your attention to the scant security of the towel. He held up a black book with golden words in a cursive script, ‘Lover’s Night.’

You withheld a laugh. The book had been very popular during the post-Crusades population boom. This was the book Sol gave him? Sin looked a little shy, hair hiding his face as he flipped to a dogeared page, “This is where I stopped.” 

You took the book from him. The scene was similar to what had happened the night before, though a bit exaggerated. You leafed through the pages, scanning for the next scene. Sin took half the book from you, leaning in close, trying to keep up with you. You found the next scene after a moment, pointing to it for Sin to read. He whispered to himself as he read. 

Your ears burned slightly, the man in the book was going down on the woman. Sin hummed in his chest, a noise he made when thinking. You continued reading quickly, trying to get the jist of it. The man commanded the woman to ride him when he was done. Sin exclaimed excitedly, “I think I get it!” 

You wanted to jest with him, but he took the book in one hand and pressed on your shoulder with the other. You let yourself fall into the bed, head on the pillow, still holding the towel. Sin set the book, open, to the side, scanning it for a moment before turning on you. His gaze was heavy with a new look, “Don’t hide,” he cooed. 

His long fingers closed gently around your wrists, pulling open the towel with your arms. A shiver ran through you as he drank in the look of your exposed body. What happened to sweet, innocent Sin and who was this man devouring you with a crystal blue eye? Sin ran a rough hand over the soft curve of flesh on your chest, his expression lighting up gleefully. Ah, there he was. 

His hand moved in the way you showed him, caressing and squeezing slightly, gentle but effective. His lips crashed into yours, hungry and eager, forgetting to let you breathe. You sucked in air when he broke away, caught up in his passion. Sin moved down clumsily on the small bed, glancing at the open book. 

Your heart was pounding as he positioned himself between your open legs, a cocky smile on his face, “I got this, trust me.” 

You weren’t sure if those were the words you wanted to hear coming from him right now. Sin kissed your folds tentatively, eliciting a whimper. But he never went at anything half-heartedly, and this was no exception. He licked roughly, dragging his tongue across the entirety of your sex, lapping at you eagerly. His fingers clung to your hips, flexing. It wasn’t that it was bad, but he was clumsy at first, making a face that you didn’t bother to read into as he tasted you. But that didn’t mean you weren’t enjoying yourself. 

You let out a low moan as his tongue probed your entrance, flicking inward on it with interest. When he explored a little further, entering just inside of you, a whine in the form of his name fell from your lips. He chuckled in his chest as you squirmed- he liked hearing his name. You hid your face, growing a little embarrassed. The Prince of Illyria was stuffed between your legs, making you mewl like a castle whore. He turned his attention to your clit, swiping with his tongue. It felt too good, trails of pleasure dancing like lightning all over your body. 

“S-Sin,” you whimpered, thighs squeezing together, halted by his shoulders. His name felt so right in your mouth, fingers gripping the bed sheets. He doesn’t respond, instead bringing a finger up to tease and prod your entrance. 

All of the pleasure inside of you reached a fever pitch as his long finger slid inside of you, feeling nothing but the static that burst forth. It was overwhelming in an entirely different way than other orgasms you’ve had, perhaps because of the newness of it all or the excitement that came with a new partner or hell, just because of Sin himself. 

Sin seemed pleased with himself, wiping his chin on the back of his arm. He sat up on his knees, smiling at your body twitching in the aftermath, “Told you so.” 

You didn’t have time for his cockiness, something inside you eager for more. You sat up swiftly, tossing aside the towel, gripping his muscular arm to trade places. Sin was grinning, laughing lightly at your desire as he pulled the rank over his head quickly before settling into bed. 

It was impossible to ignore how hard he was, the blue shorts outlining every inch of his erection. You bit your lip, fingers slipping under the hem as Sin lifted his hips to help you slide the shorts down his body, taking a pair of grey underwear with them. His cock slapped against his pelvis with an audible noise, leaving a trail of precum connected to his tip.

It wasn’t in the book, but you couldn’t help yourself. It just looked too good. You gripped the hard flesh in your hand, running a flat tongue from the base to the tip, wetting it. Sin gasped, body flexing under you. You smiled inwardly, running the tip of your tongue over his slit to collect his essence before pulling the head into your mouth. He was surprisingly pleasant, sweet though a little salty. 

Sin lost it, a groan ripping from his throat. His hand gripped your hair hard, hips jerking up to press himself further in. You bat his hand away, a smirk on your lips as you let go. 

“Wa-wait that felt good,” he whined, a smile still on his face. 

“Maybe it's in the book later,” you teased, positioning yourself over him, brushing the tip of his cock against your entrance. 

Sin tucked his arms behind his head, chest wide as he pouted. But the sour face melted away as you sank down onto him, finally really feeling his length, how full he made you. You braced a hand on this thick thigh for support, moving your hips slowly, still sensitive. Sin gasped slightly, mouth hanging slightly open as he watched you, eyebrows raised. 

The look made your confidence surge. You braced a hand on the bed and the other on his chest, not bothering to keep quiet as you bounced on his cock, pleased with the way he seemed to strike deep inside you. Sin’s face twisted, eye closing, pushing his head back into the pillow as he bit his lip to stifle a loud moan. He gripped your hips, urging you down harder on him. 

It was perfect, watching him come undone. His cocky attitude slipping away into curses and pleas, your name on his lips like a deity. He looked so pretty under you, face flushed, eyes fluttering between open and closed, herculean body moving in time to your own. You ground your clit against his pelvis, sealing your second orgasm. 

You kissed him deeply, riding the pleasure with weak legs. He groaned against your mouth, moving your hips on his cock. You tried to move with him, but your mind was hazy and weak. You settled into the crook of his neck, kissing and nipping at the hard flesh. Sin’s nails dug into your hips. 

“I-I!” He gasped, slamming your hips down hard, impaling you on his length. 

Sin’s entire body seemed to twitch with his cock, filling you once more with his release. His chest heaved, head heavy in the pillows as he caught his breath, hair falling across his face. You swept it away affectionately and settled onto his chest, exhaustion creeping into your bones. His chest rose and fell more steadily, the sound of his heartbeat comforting. 

“Why does that feel so good?” He whispered into the air in wonder, not expecting an answer. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the proud feeling blooming inside you at his praise. You leaned forward to kiss him lightly, a soft gasp met your lips at the stimulation of his sensitive cock. You pulled yourself from him reluctantly, returning to the bathroom to clean yourself. 

When you returned, Sin had donned his shorts, chest bare. His exposed eye was sleepy, drinking in the sight of your bare body. “Can I stay here tonight? He asked, the innocent tone returning. 

You nodded, pulling on a pair of pajamas quickly before settling into the bed, pulling the covers over your bodies, “We can read more tomorrow.”

His body radiated warmth, muscular arms wrapping around you as he pulled you into his chest like a stuffed animal. He hummed in agreement, nuzzling into your hair. 

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“I had him!’ You exclaimed, pushing aside the deep blue fabric of the tent. The air inside was stuffy, the sounds of the camp permeating the walls.

“You nearly had a sword in your spine.” Ky admonished, following you inside. It was a relief to be inside, having spent the day in the blazing sun. 

You pulled the steel helmet from your head, tossing it onto the wooden table centered in the tent, tearing off the sweaty leather gloves caked in mud and blood, grumbling, “At least I didn’t use magic.”

Ky frowned at you, ocean eyes hard as set the Thunderseal on the table. “This is war, Y/n. We’re fighting for the sake of humanity. Use your magic if it means your life.” 

You tsked to yourself. He was right. He was always right. You had watched the magicless Foot Soldiers slain under the might of the Gears. You hadn’t risen to the rank of Divine Guardian at such a young age by simply slashing a sword. But you felt the need to prove something to the men who blew you off as a lucky token.

The back of his fingers were rough on your cheek, brushing away something spotted on your face. His long, golden hair was matted in sweat, clinging to his dirty face. Kindness always seemed to break through his war torn eyes when he looked at you, “I don’t want you hurt.” 

His other hand was on your hip, pulling your body against his, lips crashing into yours harshly. The anger melted from your heart. He was intoxicating, the smell of his sweat and the dirt of the battle, the urgency of his lips and hands as they snaked under your armor. 

“Ky-” you breathed between kisses. “We’re gonna get caught.” 

Ky groaned against your mouth, expert fingers unlatching the last button holding on your longcoat. “I don’t care.” He mumbled, pushing your body backwards into the table. 

You sat on it, rejoicing in the feel of his hands on you, kneading at the sore muscles in your shoulders for a moment before trailing down to your breasts. Of course he cared. He was expected to be the hope of the people, the leader of the Sacred Order of Holy Knights. But he dropped the act, giving in to the deeper pleasures of his mind. 

Why did Gears matter when everything you wanted was right here? Why did kings and countries and kingdoms matter when the Holy War threatened to tear it all apart? But victory was so close. When this was all over, you knew he would have to leave. The Order would be disbanded and you would return home. So you let the hesitancy go, leaning into his touch, brushing his hair out of his face and wrapping your fingers in it. He was here now, you were both safe another night.

Ky’s hands slid under your hips, squeezing the soft flesh hard. You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his erection scrape against you as he lifted you from the table like it was nothing. He carried you a short distance, sighing as your lips pressed into his neck. Ky pressed your body into the thickest wooden post that held the tent, lips on yours once more as he moved his hips against yours. 

You moaned into his neck, keeping quiet. The camp was loud, but you couldn’t risk a passerby hearing. Ky made a noise of urgency in his chest, letting your legs drop from his hips. You kicked off your boots and pulled the white trousers off quickly, discarding them close by. Ky simply slid himself from his pants, pulling them down slightly, tossing the blue tabard to the side. The longcoat of his white uniform was enough to hide things, but he was careful. You kneeled in front of him, wrapping your hand around the base of his erection. You had always thought he was perfect, enough to leave you always wanting more.

Your mouth was wet in anticipation, tongue finding the slit of his swollen tip. Ky didn’t moan, but his chest sank a little, signaling his relief. You ran a flat tongue along the underside, looking up to meet his heavy eyes. The loud laugh of a warrior outside the tent reminded you of the urgency. You stood, leaning into Ky’s embrace. He picked you up again, still gloved hands squeezing your ass as he slid into you. 

You groaned quietly against his lips. He had the best way of making you feel so full, chest pressed hard against yours to keep you steady against the post. His hips dragged, thrusting hard into you. He chased his own release more than your own, you knew. But it didn’t matter. 

Your mind was lost to the pleasure, every ridge of cock sliding against your spongy walls, gripping him and sucking him in deeper. The feeling of his hips pounding into yours, nails digging into your ass, his breath hot and panting in your ear. You wrapped your fingers in his hair, tugging slightly. 

He loved that. A barely audible gasp left his lips, accented by an especially hard thrust. You knew he was close already, so you kept a hard grip on his hair, leaving a trail of kisses on his neck and up his jaw. You nibbled his ear lobe gently, sending him crashing into his release. Ky moaned softly in your ear, a sweet, relieved sound. 

He gave his hips a few more thrusts, pushing his release further into you. Your legs shook slightly around him, your own pleasure brimming. Ky unsheathed himself from you, seed spilling onto the dirt ground. You let yourself sigh aloud, holding on to him for a moment as your feet met the ground. He tipped your chin upward, kissing you lightly, “I’ll make it up to you later,” he promised. “We have to meet with the other Guardians Angels.” 

You pulled on your trousers quickly, stuffing your sore feet into the worn boots. Later couldn’t come soon enough. 

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Of course you had seen guys like him before. The kind who came sauntering into the bar with that sacrosanct air, chests bared like some kind of presenting gorilla. You leaned a little heavier into the sharp drink, too deep in yourself to wince as it prickled down. Who the hell wore sunglasses inside, at night? You watched the long haired blonde slide into a cracked leather bar seat, high collared black jacket fluttering. He leaned on an elbow, flashing an elegant smile at the bartender. The clear glass dotted with a green lime came to him quickly, sliding across the dark wooden top into his open hand. 

The room was dim, lit solely by a handful of scattered neon signs. The one with the pineapple winked at you, flickering under your cold gaze. The heavy stench of smoke floated just above the patrons’ heads. The crimson glow of cigarettes lit the strangers’ faces for only a moment, disappearing into obscurity under the lights. 

Your drink had gotten warm under the constant nursing. But it was better than slamming it down and forgetting why you were there. Your date was nearly an hour late at this point. It was easy enough to look past his propensity for sleazy bars, but this was the line. He had made an offhand comment on your appearance a few days prior, joking you could at least lose a little weight. It hurt more than you let on, glaring rather than screaming, cursing silently instead of telling him off. 

Ahhh fuck it. You watched the flickering pineapple, sucking down gulps of the hard drink. It was a no brainer. You deserved better. Let the asshole rot in his meager manhood. The empty glass made a satisfying ring on the dirty round table.

“You look like a woman made new.”

Well, perhaps. The blond man strode with unnatural grace to your corner. His wide hat tipped drastically as he leaned into the table, elbows propped up, brown leather gloved hands folded. You could feel his obscured gaze on you, a cracked smile on his lips. You fingered the empty drink, looking around the bar to see if anyone took notice of the conversation. 

“Just treating myself,” you smiled slightly. 

The man chuckled, a quiet, hard sound. His jawline was sharp, clean shaven with a careful hand. His gaze never left you, “Women should always be treated well,” he paused, leaning in with a tilt of his chin. “Especially the pretty ones.” 

Your cheeks burned red, thankful for the lackluster lighting. No one seemed to notice the man who stuck out like a sore thumb. Your eyes wandered for a moment over his exposed chest, noting the hard muscle and dip of his hips under the tightly waisted pants. He was just looking to get lucky, waiting for someone down on their luck or deep in their cup to score for a night. Your brow furrowed at that, hard eyes turning on the man to turn him down. 

“Look, I-” your words were cut short by the man’s voice. 

“Name’s Johnny,” he turned to face you, hand outstretched.

You shook his hand tentatively, blushing as he brought your own to his lips, kissing your enclosed fingers. The avert of your gaze seemed to disappoint him, releasing your fingers. 

“Y/n,” you said enough to be heard above the drab music. 

Johnny smiled, bright teeth flashing. “Why don’t we take your newfound freedom and treat it to some pleasure?” 

Wow, that was fast. You could have swore he had winked from behind the dark shades obscuring his face. Johnny had come onto you with scarcely an introduction, more bright teeth and muscle than gentlemanly. You gave him a once over, he was definitely hot. Maybe he knew how to treat a woman. 

Why not? Maybe the drink had given you some courage, maybe it was the way his jaw flexed as he smiled. But his cologne was strong in your nose, slipping from the seat into his outstretched arm that wrapped around your shoulders. Your fingers slipped into the hand that hung from your shoulder as Johnny pushed open the door. The warm gust of air was a welcome contrast to the stuffy bar. 

The city lights twinkled in multicolor brilliance. The streets grew quiet as Johnny led you further from the city. The smug smile never left his lips for long, cracking jokes laiden with compliments. You found yourself captivated by his aura. He was confident in himself, a suave persona. But there was something different under there, evident by the way he would pull you closer to him to avoid puddles or how his grip tightened on your hand when passing groups of people. 

It was easy to spot the airship yard as the lights faded into a consistent yellow glow, edging further and further from the city. 

“You’re an airship pilot?” You didn’t mean to sound so shocked. The hat should have given it away, right?

Johnny chuckled, “Think of me as a modern day Robin Hood.” 

So a thief? Your shoulders sank a little, the description matching more with your expectations. Johnny led you up the metal stairs to the deck, arm sliding from your shoulder to a hand on the small of your back. Were you really going home with a sky pirate? You’d have to kick yourself with regret in the morning. 

The halls of the ship were surprisingly wide, allowing you to stay at Johnny’s side as he led you past closed door after closed door. Your eyes lingered on them down a particular hall. Each door was decorated in different color frills and pictures, a different month written in a neat hand on each door. The entire thing struck you as girlish. 

“Are there a lot of women on your crew?” You asked openly, passing the door marked ‘Febby.’

“My entire crew is female.” He said it bluntly, like it was an obvious and common occurrence. “They’re the best around and damn near some of the greatest women I’ve met.” 

Your heart warmed to hear him speak positively of them. Sure, it was a little weird that he was the only man in the crew but female empowerment! If they really were modern day Robin Hoods, that meant they gave back to those less fortunate than them, right? Your stream of thoughts ended as Johnny slowed, a simple door with his name inscribed in a similar manner. 

The first word that entered your mind was lush . The room was a grand size, cast in a pinkish red hue. The bed dominated the space, large enough for six people to lay comfortably, decorated in deep pillows and black sheets. Johnny’s fingers closed gently on your hips, nudging you into the room after him. The floor was metal like the rest of the airship, but a dark rug warmed the space considerably. A tall wardrobe sat next to a floor mirror and a dark table waiting inside the door, decorated with a bottle resting on ice, completing the space. 

Johnny slid past you, loosing the cork of the bottle. The door closed with a gentle thud, leaving the space dim. A nervous energy had fallen over you at the room’s grandeur and the absurdity of it all. A prickling sense of insecurity flared as you took a stemmed glass from his hand, fingers brushing only for a moment. 

A heavy scent hung in the air, recognizable as his cologne. Music, soft and sensual, came to your ears, Johnny’s hand finding your hip and pulling you to him. He sipped from the glass, a smile on his lips, looking down at you. You sipped from your own glass, the bubbly liquid sweet and cool. 

“There’s no need to be shy, baby.” Johnny cooed, sitting the glass behind him on the table. 

His fingers lifted your chin, gently urging your gaze towards him, leaning down. His lips were warm, soft and gentle on your own. He brushed his nose against your own playfully as he broke for air, hand moving to cup your cheek. The hand on your hip pulled you against him. You couldn’t help but settle your fingers on his chest, leaning back into another kiss. 

He was certainly enticing, the sweet liquid on his lips, gentle touch moving to explore soft curves. A shudder ran through your body as he brushed over your breast. His breath is warm against your lips, forehead pressing into yours. His eyes are indistinguishable behind the dark plastic, 

“I can take you home if you’d rather not stay-” 

His lips took yours again, teeth tugging and tongue teasing. An intense desire settled between the two of you, conflicting with your anxious state, “But I think you want to.” 

“I just-” the words stuck, dry in your mouth. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

The confession was unexpected, Johnny’s eyebrows raising with a cool laugh. He guided your hips to turn, the mirror reflecting your image back on you. You looked so small as he pressed against you, the heat between his legs evident. 

“How could you disappoint me?” His breath was warm on your ear, low and sensuous. 

Both hands slip up, slowly over the dips and curves of your body. Your breath hitched as they found your breasts, squeezing but restrained by the fabric covering them. 

“You’re absolutely divine.” His voice again, fingers coming up to tuck hair behind your ear, giving him access to your neck.

His touches were sweet, laced with enough pressure and desire to cloud your mind. You found yourself pressing back into him, entranced with the image of your conjoined bodies. Johnny’s fingers found the heat between your legs easily, dragging a long finger over your clothed sex. You pulled away, finally overcome with enough need to pull him into a hungry kiss, finding purchase in the worn fabric of his jacket. 

Johnny practically growled, his erection pressing into your stomach. With unforeseen strength, he lifted you from the ground, gripping your ass. You wrapped your legs around his waist, the gold accents of the jacket digging into your thighs. In an attempt to wrap your arms around his neck, you brushed off his hat, gasping slightly as it fluttered to the floor. 

Johnny ignored it, in four quick strides, your back was on the bed with a satisfying fluff. His body was on top of yours, pressing you into the soft sheets. 

“Do you feel what you do to me?” He asked, a grit low in the back of his throat as he pressed his hard cock against you. You notice suddenly how wet you are. “It’s taking everything in me to hold back and not simply ravish you right now, sweetheart.” He sighed in your ear, and the sound made your stomach clench in need.

His fingers are quick, pulling off your shirt, leaning back to remove your shoes and pants. You were completely exposed before him before your brain knew it, the warm air of the room soothing on your skin. Johnny grinned crookedly, shrugging off the jacket. He pulled the brown leather gloves off as his eyes drank in the sight of you. His arms and shoulders were sturdy, toned skin dotted lined with scars. He looked divine, the head of his cock straining against his pants. 

You’re surprised when, instead of caging you beneath him, he sank to his knees, pulling your hips to the edge of the bed. Johnny left feather kisses along your stomach and hips as he lowered himself to the ground. 

“Spread your legs for me,” he said – so you did. 

Johnny gently caressed your legs, running his right hand up and down them, soothing your nerves under his gaze. He began moving his fingers to the inside of your thigh, taking things slow. Your legs trembled, not so much out of nerves anymore but rather, anticipation. Your body radiated heat. 

He slipped his hand over your leg, garnering him access to the place between. You squirmed at the feeling of his fingertips teasingly brushing your slick parts. After warming you up to his touch, he solidly glided his middle finger into your entrance, eliciting a gasp from your lips. 

He moved his finger slowly, pulling it nearly all the way out before pushing it back in in a steady, gentle rhythm. He glanced up at you, tutting under his breath. You had thrown one arm over your eyes, shielding yourself from his gaze and the things he was doing to your body. It shouldn’t have felt so good, your breathing deepening. His finger slipped from you, pulling a whine from your lips. 

He stuck the dripping digit into his mouth, sucking your arousal from it. You peeked from below your arm, catching the smirk on his lips. Your ears burned hot, nuzzling your way back into your arm. Chuckling to himself, Johnny returned his hand to your body. This time, he used two fingers and rolled them over your parts, slathering whatever juices ran from your body up to your clit. He stopped at that button of nerves, drawing slow circles over it. Your hips pushed against him almost on their own, revealing your need. 

Johnny took this as a sign and moved his fingers to your entrance, pushing the two inside. You squirmed and clenched at the feeling as he hooked his fingers, searching for your sweet spots. You felt his breath on your folds, warm and slow. 

"What are you…?" Panic rose in your throat. 

Johnny held your thigh against the bed firmly, a smile playing on his lips. When your resistance ended, he reached up to remove the black sunglasses. Your eyes were met with incredibly kind eyes, but tired, blue eyes. His suave persona had melted away into a stunning man, gentle and passionate. 

Johnny kept his eyes trained on yours, lowering his face to the heat between your legs. One slow lick from where his fingers rested to your clit was a sufficient enough answer. You pressed your head into the bed with a moan. His tongue worked in tandem with his fingers, flicking over your clit each time he rubbed the spot within. Soft begs fell from your lips, urging the man to give you more as you wrapped your fingers in his soft locks. 

With a chuckle and chide at your neediness, Johnny sucked your sensitive button between his lips. He removed his fingers from your heat and grasped onto your thighs, keeping your twitching legs from closing. Your release came quickly, a flood of pleasure blooming from your core and washing over the heat of your body. 

You watched through lidded eyes as Johnny wiped his mouth, rising from his place between your legs. You pushed yourself higher on the bed as Johnny undid his belt with deft fingers.His voice was deeper, chest rising and falling, “As much as I’d love to stay there and make you scream-”

He slid the tight pants down his hips, shaped in a delicious dip. Your eyes widened as his cock sprung free, slapping against the flat of his pelvis. He kicked off the pants, crawling forward on the bed, “-but I just can’t wait with a woman like you in my bed.” 

His kisses on your neck were urgent, trailing down to take your nipple in his mouth, rolling it with his tongue. You ran your fingers through his hair, back arching to meet him. His tip pressed against the lips of your sex, prodding open the folds. You reached down to touch him, to give him a little of the pleasure he had given you, but his fingers caught your wrist, pressing it above your head. 

Johnny lifted away from your breast with a sigh, “This is about you, baby, not me.” 

You took his words to heart, melting under his touch. It was like he knew exactly what you needed, when and where. Just as the begs for him to finally enter you came to your lips, his calloused fingers gripped the base of his cock. He sat back in the bed, teasing your entrance with his tip. He slid inside you slowly, stretching your tight walls. Your senses were overwhelmed in bliss as his hips rolled against yours. 

Johnny leaned forward, cock buried inside you. He planted his hands on either side of your head, lust evident in his eyes. Your hands weaved throughout his sweat-damped hair and a coy smile pulled at your lips. He looked primal in this light, the red glow cast on his skin, his eyes a deeper color. The music was just right, playful and sweet. 

Johnny returned your smile before pressing a soft kiss against your  mouth. You accepted it eagerly, lips parting for his tongue to explore. Rolling his hips into you, he elicited a surprised gasp from your lips. He swallowed your sounds and did it again, searching for that same reaction.

You slid one hand down to his shoulder blade, clawing at the slick and sweaty skin in an attempt to pull him closer. Johnny complied and as he lowered his torso more against yours. He dragged his tongue over each bump and curve of your neck, tasting the salty sweetness of your  skin. His hips met yours hard, his cock finding that spot in your walls that made you bite back a scream of pleasure. 

His teeth dug deep into the flesh of your neck. You cried and whimpered in surprise and responded by dragging your nails down his back.  He groaned at the feeling and pulled his mouth from your neck, leaving a deep bruise dotted with crescents from his teeth.

You raised your hips, pressing the heels of your feet into his rear. Johnny thrust his hips forward, reaching a deeper spot than he had yet. You didn’t try to stifle your moan at the sudden intense pleasure. Johnny did it again and again, adoring every moan, sigh, and whimper that crossed your lips with sweet encouragement and praise. He felt your body quivering beneath his with your impending orgasm but he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. 

Your body contracted around him, finding yet another release. Your voice became hoarse with the intensity of crying his name, head pulled back in an almost inhumane way. Johnny hissed loudly, his brow furrowed and sweat dripped down his back. 

He let out a throaty groan and rolled his hips into yours once more before pulling out swiftly. His body shuddered as the pleasure ripped through him suddenly. The hot, thick liquid fell on your stomach, coating it. He curled over your body, panting and twitching from his release, but it was over all too quickly.

“That felt amazing, baby,” Johnny cooed, brushing your hair from your face. 

You ran a finger through the cum painted on your stomach, humming in agreement. Your eyes met his as you sucked the coated digit into your mouth, reveling in the salty taste. Johnny sighed, chuckling to himself, “I’ll have to keep you.” 

You chuckled in response, noting the way his shoulders sagged, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Johnny ran a hand through his hair, pushing away the strands that had stuck to his face. He eyed you with a cocky smile, “Come on, I need a shower before round two.”

“Round two?” Your legs trembled around him in response. 

Johnny slid his hands over your thighs slowly, gently kneading the supple skin. His cocked smile had twisted into a grin, “Don’t think I’d let such a beautiful woman get away from me unruined.” 

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Women really were such vile things. Zato leaned heavily with his back to the wall, weighing the feeling in his chest with the utmost suspicion. His midnight leather clad form melted, easing once more into the cool shadow’s embrace. Nothing swayed him anymore. Or so he thought, red eyes of Eddie falling once more on her form. Was it his own desire burning or the shadow’s twisted thoughts describing the ruin he would bring to her? 

A silver bell hung from the thin strip of black fabric around her neck, eyes painted in a masterful wing. The ruffled dress of a similar color looked awkward on her, like she had been convinced into wearing it by one of the female horde around her. They leaned against the bar, laughing entirely too loud for his liking, crowding the small space. Zato eased from the shadow, heavy boots connecting with the wooden floor. His eyes lingered on her, drinking in the curve of her neck to her jaw, the fullness of her hips. 

Yes, he could definitely ruin her. Hold that pretty jaw of hers up to face him as she sinks to her knees- make her cry out in a delicious mix of pain and ecstasy. It was only a matter of getting her away from the group. Zato pushed back the long strands that fell over his shoulder, striding carefully towards the horde. Their eyes fell on him in an instant, voices quieting to hushed whispers and giggles. He flashed a dazzling smile, full lips curling as he gestured to the bar, 

“Excuse me, ladies.” 

They parted like the sea, allowing him to lean against the glossy wooden surface right next to her. He was aware, of course, that her eyes had fallen on his broad shoulders and the way his pants clung to his hips. However, his mind was occupied by Eddie, slithering under the barstool she perched in. He urged the shadow not to frighten her. This was a game they were playing- a delicate one. 

A glass of water sat in her hand, delicate fingers clutching the clear glass. A tall, thin glass of tom juice slid into his own. He brought the tangy liquid to his lips, savoring in the strong taste for a moment. He was unusually emotional tonight, it seemed. Zato turned to face the woman, aware of how he towered over her. He opens his mouth slightly, aiming to speak but falters, the realization quickly dawning that he had never tried to sway a woman into his bed. He played it off with a smile, slightly encouraged by the small smile that formed on your lips in response. 

“A ladies night out?” He asked casually, bringing the glass back to his lips. 

She must have assumed that he couldn’t see the way her eyes loitered on his chest. She laughed, softly, heat rising to her cheeks as she answered with a breathy yes. Zato couldn’t help but think how cute that was–  so obviously unaware of the toothy grin of Eddie. He pictured her on her back, wide eyes and bitten lips and breath dying in her throat at the touch of his teeth and hands and cock, that little bell jingling at the thrust of his hips. 

Small hands on his forearm tore his attention away from the delightful thought. He looked down at the small frame of a woman with entirely too much makeup, thick false lashes fluttering up at him like they would take flight. She was clad in the same frilly dress. She flashed a smile, pressing her chest against his arm. He couldn’t help but furrow his brows at her. 

“Hey, handsome,” she slurred, flipping her brown hair. “We were wondering if you would maybe come dance with us?” 

Ah, he hadn’t noticed the other woman behind him, enthralled with her phone. Zato stood a little straighter, noting the frown that had formed on the woman at the bar’s face. He felt Eddie creep up his back, slipping between his shoulder blades. He looked at the woman sipping her water, glaring ever so slightly at the one clinging to his arm. Zato grinned to himself and pulled away from the woman, moving to drape his thick arm around her frame. 

She jumped slightly at the contact, mouth parting slightly. 

“I was about to ask, uh-” he looked at her now. “What was your name?”

“Y/n,” she said softly, nestling into him. 

Zato grinned openly. Yes, this was going well. Eddie slid down his back to pool at his feet. The other woman shot y/n a dirty look, scoffing loudly. She turned quickly on her heel and walked back to a group of women waiting on the impromptu dance floor, throwing her hands up in apparent frustration. Y/n let out a shaky breath, as if she had been holding it this whole time. He let his arm fall from around her, not missing the small pout that formed on her lips as he stepped back. 

He wanted so badly to wrap his fingers around that pretty neck, her eyes wide and searching his face. He would absolutely ruin her. 

“Are- you here with anyone?” She asked shyly, looking around the bar in an attempt to look anywhere but at him. 

Now was the time to move. Well, if he knew how to. His gaze settled on her thighs, pressed together ever so slightly. Eddie tickled his ankle, coaxing him towards her. Zato perched a hand on his hip, leaning down to lightly grasp her chin between his forefinger and thumb. A risky move, but the way her chest rose in a sharp inhale and lips parted in a soft gasp gave him the impression she didn’t mind, the unfamiliar ache of need in his cock. 

“Just you, love.” He cooed, lips twisting in a smile. 

***

Your heart thumped in your chest as you turned the nob, jumping with the click of the lock. What had you done? Just brought this strange... handsome.. stranger into your home? A small voice in the back of your mind was screaming that no one safe dressed like that. No normal man wore all black and a belted blindfold over his eyes and could still make you feel utterly exposed. Nevermind the lower half of his face was gorgeous and his body was impressive to say the least. 

There were hands on your body, caressing you, squeezing your hips and ass with a fierce desire. Your body responded in turn, heat lingering in each place his fingers touched. It was dark in your place, not having a moment to turn on the lights. A flash of something red caught the corner of your eye, but his fingers turned your chin to look at him. 

His lips were surprisingly soft and clumsy, as if he were nervous or inexperienced. The thought made you chuckle internally. He seemed to know where your bedroom was, leading you to it quickly, breaking for just a moment to open the door. 

The soft moonlight of the window shade you had forgotten to close illuminated the room. You wished for a moment that you had taken care to clean up, but it didn’t seem to bother the man. Fuck- you should have gotten his name. As the question left your lips, he stifled it- teeth nipping. You groaned in response, letting him lead you to the bed. A sudden, very important thought sprang to your mind, 

“I—I haven’t–”

Oh, fuck. He didn’t try to hide the smirk that twisted on his lips. If you knew what those little words did to him – if you could have heard the desire roaring in his chest, how excited he was that he’d not only get to utterly ruin you, but to get to be the first one to do it 

“That’s alright,” Zato cooed, as his fingers went to your hips. “I’ll be gentle.”

Your breath caught as he led you onto your back in the bed. He leaned back, perching on his knees like he was giving you a show as he pulled the tight, black turtleneck over his chest, tossing it to the side carelessly. You could barely stop yourself from ogling at him, the firm stacks of abdominal muscles, the scars lining his chest.

He pulled the gloves off slowly, gazing down at your form. You were almost enthralled, uncaring of whatever lay beneath the blindfold. His rough fingertips pushed the hem of the awkward dress you wore to your waist, letting his fingers dig into your plush thighs so hard that there’s no way you won’t be marked with fingerprints tomorrow – that made you whine, softly as to not appear so needy. 

His hand encased your breasts in just the right way to make you groan, the other slowly rubbing the outer part of your thigh. You could hear breathing besides from your own in the darkened room, heaving, panting, ragged breaths. It didn’t seem to be coming from the man, his own lips sealed in a small smirk.  

He pulled your dress up to bare your stomach and undergarments to the cool air. Your thighs squeezed together instinctively, heat rising in your face as you were exposed to him. Zato chuckled, a deep, dark sound that almost seemed to echo in the room. The clasp of your bra came undone suddenly, a dark figure materializing in the air beside you as the fabric was pulled free. 

A twisted grin and two round eyes glowed bright red against a black shadow, white, human-like teeth appearing, holding the bra between them. You held back a yell of fright, eyes frantically looking between the man and the shadow. 

“He won’t bite,” the man murmured in his baritone voice. “Not too hard at least.” 

You began to protest just as a warm, wet mouth closed over one of your nipples sucking at the tender, sensitive flesh until you felt your back arch. A gasp crossed your tongue, fingers scrabbling at the sheets as his mouth traveled to your other breast, sucking and lapping at your nipple until it’s hard and aching under the assault. 

A second sensation- biting at your neck. You remembered the shadow, its red eyes glaring. 

The man’s long, thick fingers slid down the cool skin of your stomach to the waistband of your panties. They didn’t push the fabric inside, instead they rubbed across the damp cloth, where it stretched over your mound. His fingers caressed your soft, wet folds through a tantalizing layer of thin cotton cloth, finding your clit with ease. 

You whined, low in your throat, between the fingers toying with your clit, his mouth on your breasts, and the shadow’s sucking deep marks into your neck, pleasure rose hot and sudden between your legs.

His long fingers left your clit and hooked into the waistband of your panties, finally easing them down your legs and off. His mouth left your breasts, long blonde hair falling across his chest as he sat back. Strong hands clamped around your thighs, drawing your legs apart, further and further until you were spread as wide as you could manage- your entire sex open and exposed to the cool darkness of the bedroom.

The soft ring of the bell at your neck broke the silence of the room as you squirmed slightly. This seemed to entice the man, lips parting slightly as he looked down at you. He brought his thumb to your lips, pressing against them slightly, urging them apart to welcome his digit into your mouth. You sucked on it gently, secretly loving the salty taste. He looked pleased, his other hand at his waist. 

You assumed he was palming himself from the corner of your eye, gaze still locked on the black belt covering the crimson fabric over his eyes. He pulled the finger from your mouth slowly, fingernail dragging down your lip ever so slightly. His hand returned to your sex, a finger dragging over your slit, parting the plump lips. He eased the finger inside you, your walls pulsing around him. Zato smirked fully at the gasp that fell from your lips. He seemed to be enjoying taking his time with you. 

The finger pumped in and out of you, helped along by your slick. He pressed another alongside it and scissored them gently, stretching out your channel in preparation for what you’re going to take in a matter of minutes. 

“Don’t be shy now,” he rumbled. 

You let your mouth drop open as his thumb rubs firmly across your clit, the noise is caught only by the ceiling above you both. He made a few noises of praise that you couldn’t fully discern, because now he’s started pulling forth your pleasure and doesn’t want to stop. The shadow slid across your body, cold, raising goosebumps on your skin. It’s dark mouth met your nipple roughly, sending pleasure laced shocks of pain through your body. 

His thumb was toying with your clit, rubbing firm circles with it as your channel clenched around his fingers. He moved against the textured spot on your inner walls with expert precision. You groaned, hand flying out to grip his forearm. The smirk deepened on his face as your hips moved against him, needy, in search of more stimulation.

“Come now, sweetheart, let us see what a dirty girl you are.” Zato grinned. 

Something about his words pushed you over the edge as pleasure washed over you in great waves. Your breath came in great pants, the aftershocks of your orgasm still gently rippling through you even as Zato pulled his fingers out of you. 

You looked up at the man, eyes glazed as he adjusted himself with his other hand. When he slipped his fingers back into your mouth, you suckled on as if in a haze. 

He tugged down his pants enough to reveal his flushed cock, curving to lay against his stomach, hard and leaking precum from a reddened tip. Your eyes widened, as you realized why he has taken his time. 

Zato wrapped his fist around the shaft. Even his big hands around it did nothing to make it look smaller. His voice was teasing, “You’ll make me blush if you keep staring like that.” 

You tore your eyes away, heated and needy even though you just came. You wanted him inside you, badly. Your walls clenched around nothing, begging to be filled. The shadow moved from his paused place at your chest to slip into the bed, disappearing from your vision. Something seemed to come undone in Zato. His hands gripped your calves hard, forcing your knees against your chest. He held your ankles against his shoulder, chest heaving as he pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance. 

The position meant that you felt every ridge of his cock, every vein, every throb – inch by inch, as he sheathed himself slowly inside you. Tears beaded in the corner of your eyes at the burn and stretch–

He was maybe two thirds in when he paused, blank expression gauging your reaction. You whimpered, fingers tangling in the bedsheets. 

“P-please,” you begged, “Please-”

He laughed, low and dangerous. 

*** 

He wanted to see you on your hands and knees, watch his cock stretch you out that way. He wanted to watch you gag and choke and drool around his cock. Zato wanted to claim each and every inch of your body until you were as much as part of him as his shadow. 

But for now, he bottomed inside of you. He loved how your thighs trembled even with him keeping them prone against you. You’re so cute. He barely remembered how he had gotten to this point, cock buried in the gorgeous form beneath him. 

Zato didn’t care to please you or be particularly gentle, but he wanted to use you for much longer– so he let you get used to the rolling rhythm of his hips, slowly. He resisted the urge to piston his hips in and out of you, to bring about the ruin that had encased his mind for the past hour. Only after the light hump of your hips against his, begging for the sensation yourself, did he let himself fuck you the way he wanted. 

***

His hips jerked in and out of you, the noise of skin slapping against skin very loud in the bedroom. The noises of his cock driving in and out of your tight cunt would be shaming if it didn’t feel so good. The little bell around your neck chimed with each thrust of his hips. You lost track of time, the man you met at the bar bent over you. 

The shadow mouthed greedily at your lips. It bit at your neck, at your throat, the man’s grip on your thighs never faltering for a moment. You could do nothing but let yourself be fucked like an animal.

That seemed right. He was rutting into you hungrily, feral in his enjoyment of your body. The shadow slid down your body to the place between your legs. It’s dark tendril fingers began to coax your swollen clit to another orgasm. 

You whimpered,  head pressing back into the pillow as a cry escaped your lips. Zato wrapped his fingers around your neck, pads pressing into the sides firmly. The feel of your body clenching and pulsating around his cock, the sight of his hand wrapped around your throat was enough.  Zato’s hips slammed against you as rope after rope of his cum filled your walls.

You didn’t even realize he’d come inside of you, mind reeling in hazy ecstasy, cunt throbbing. Zato leaned down, pressing your knees into your chest hard enough to make it difficult to breath, hand never leaving your throat. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, planting a kiss on your cheek. 

You whimpered as Zato withdrew, releasing your neck as he pulled out slightly and you felt it, his load far too thick and full to not have a bit of it trickling out of your stretched hole. He seemed to admire the look of it; pink darkened to red from his persistent thrusts, your slick coated the thick pearly white of his seed.

“Y-you came inside me,” you said, your voice thick with the memory of his fingers at your throat. “I- I don’t even know your name.” 

Zato ignored you, absent-mindedly circling your clit with his finger. “You’re still so sensitive.”

Your body jerked in response, a soft whimper. A swirl of shadow engulfed your vision. You felt yourself be lifted from the bed, feet connecting with something hard. Cool air hit your soft, wet, overheated folds as the shadow dissipated. You realize quickly he’d pressed you against the window, breasts teasing the cold glass.  

There was no one outside, thankfully. Still, you could be seen like this, on display for anyone who might pass by. The realization only made you wetter as you felt Zato press against your back. 

He chuckled softly behind you, hand running up your body to curl lightly around your throat.

“Insatiable girl-” 

You let your head fall back against his chest, nuzzling into his neck where his hair had fallen. His skin was cold but it soothed the fire raging on yours. The words that left your mouth were barely your own, a beg and a challenge, 

“Fuck me.”

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Your breath hung in the sharp night air as you stumbled out of the bar, feet tangled in his. Your combined laughter melted into the roar of city life. Axl slung his arm over your shoulder, pulling you close for warmth. You pressed upward on sore feet to kiss his jaw, stealing a moment to inhale the scent of beer and cologne. Bar hopping had Axl grinning, long legs eager to find the next dive. You jogged a little to keep up, mind fuzzy and brimming with the same excitement. 

The next place was certainly a dive, the only lighting a few haphazardly placed black lights. Thick smoke hung in the air, buzzing with loud music. A four person band painted in florescent colors played on a tight stage. Bodies crammed together, swaying and hollering, spilling drinks. You hadn’t noticed Axl’s absence until he was pressing a crappy plastic cup of something yellow into your hand. You sipped on the black straw, wincing as the liquid burned your throat. 

“Good, innit?” Axl shouted over the music, not bothering with the straw of his own drink. 

You nodded along, sure it was. His grin was worth the lie, arm wrapping around your waist to pull you into the crowd. He stood behind you, one hand on your hip, the other downing the drink. Was it the alcohol getting to you or was this music actually pretty good? You found yourself swaying to the beat, pressing back against Axl. 

His hand trailed up your side to cup a breast. A tiny voice in your mind screamed that you were in public. A shuddering breath and quick look around told you no one was paying attention. Hell, there were two chicks grinding not far from you. You let your inhibition leave, sucking down more of the liquor till none remained. 

It didn’t take long for his fingers to find yours, pulling you from the crowd towards the bathrooms. A wicked smile slipped from your lips as Axl knocked open the door a little too hard. It was a tight space, a single toilet and dirty sink. The light was dim and luckily not black light. 

He didn’t bother locking the door, just closed it and pressed your body against it, one hand between your legs and the other tangled in your hair. 

Axl’s kiss was sloppy, his tongue sliding against your own, the muscle swiping across your lips and in your mouth messily. You couldn’t help the quiet, high pitched moans you let out, or the grip your fingers found on his silky hair. 

“Axl, please- ”

“I know baby, I know-”  He breathed, hands on your hips to turn you over the dirty sink. 

Your fingers found the edges surprisingly sturdy, looking through the stained mirror at the man behind you. Axl’s gaze was focused on your ass, that goofy grin on his face as he yanked down your pants and panties. His fingers swept over your slit slowly-  both of you surprised at just how wet you were. Your breathy moan caught his attention in the mirror. His grin cocked into a smirk as his finger slid easily into you.

He didn’t take his time fingering you, the pleas falling from your lips wearing his patience. Axl tugged down his pants clumsily. Before you could register his fingers leaving your pussy, he slid into you in one smooth thrust. 

“Fuck, baby- you’re so- fuck- so fucking tight,” he cursed thickly. You rolled your hips against his, eager. 

“Axl- ” you whined, high pitched and breathy. 

“Fuck, okay, okay- ” Axl pulled his hips back, every inch of his thick cock dragging against the walls of your cunt. His tip played at your entrance for a moment before he slammed back in. The bass of the music on the other side of the wall deepened. 

“Fuck!-” you readjusted your grip on the sink, bracing yourself. 

Axl built up a fast, rough pace, hips smacking loudly against your ass- balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. Your arms ached trying to keep yourself steady, but that didn’t matter when his cock was so delicious. 

His hand snaked between your legs, fingers coming down to press on your clit. Your moan came out a whimper, unable to move away from him. 

He rubbed quick, uneven circles against your clit, thrusts not stopping for even a moment. You felt your release mounting, eyes rolling back. 

“C’mon, baby- cum for me, cum on my fucking cock-”

Something about his voice, thick and strained in pleasure, demanding you cum for him was enough. Your plush cunt tightened around him, waves of pleasure threatening your consciousness. Axl thrust twice more before stilling, a groan tearing from his chest as he pumped hot seed inside you. 

You caught your breath for a minute, Axl leaning down to press his forehead between your shoulder blades, sharing a shaky laugh with you. He pulled out quickly, pulling up his pants with inept fingers. You pulled up your own pants, not caring that his release coated your thighs. You’d be home soon enough with the look in his eye.