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she's my collar

God of the Dead was always alone. With the coldness weighing his heart and the stench of gastly doom clinging to his skin. But then, one day, the world under his feet shifted. Heart bloomed with bizarre fondness. And the Lord of the Underworld soon started to wish for nothing but to taste Spring Goddess's sweetness every single day. Even if he were to accomplish it by force.

requ ested (pray forgive me for waiting so long)

included in Tales, Myths, Romances

pairings: Hades!Trueform Sukuna x Persephone!Reader

content/warnings: MDNI 18+, greek mythology au, mythologically accurate, possessive behaviour, slightly dark romance, kidnapping, devotion, obsession, heavy smut, Sukuna is his own warning, proper use of belly mouth, double penetration, belly bulges, mating press, oral sex (both), facesitting, yearning, symbolism, Cerberus is just a baby, pussydrunk Sukuna, he's down bad, but he's also toxic

WC: 13.7k (the visions have plagued me)

a/n: I think we all know the story of Hades and Persephone, so this time there's no need for a history lesson! I just hope you'll like it because I had lots of fun writing it! And thank you, dearest anons, for the request <3

divider by @/diviniye art by @/phantomosis on x

It was a universal truth that opposites attract.

Knowledge older than the Gods themselves.

Carved in marble and rivers, bending under the Greek sun in crystal serpentine. Crossing the lands, fields and meadows, with single droplets caressed by nymphs and fair birdies playing in the calm waters.

Everyone knew that opposites work together. 

Everyone could look up and see the sun and the moon frolicking in the same sky. Brush their feet against the hard, stony paths covering the mountains, and yet see little snippets of flowers breaking through the surface. To experience sadness and joy, two contradictory feelings, yet impossible to exist without each other.

Everyone could enjoy the sharp breeze from the thunderstorms, preceded by the sizzling warmth coating their sweating skin. 

Everyone knew the night had no meaning without a day. That spring couldn't exist without a death.

Everyone knew it. 

Or did they?

Or was it maybe something that one, love-possessed God simply wished to believe in? That opposites could attract even in the most impossible-to-imagine scenarios. 

It's not that the Gods of Olympus weren't paired in a rather bizarre manner. For there was a beauty of Aphrodite who cherished the brute God of War dearly. Zeus and Hera, so different and yet ruling over the divine world. And also Dionysus, who haunted by love towards a mortal, made her a goddess.

And yet, Lord Hades couldn't shake off the feeling that his love was plagued by a tragedy from the very beginning.

As how could it be that the Lord of the Underworld's heart, after thousands of years of being burdened by coldness, suddenly bloomed with restless warmth?

With a feeling so unknown and strange, his hand rested on his chest as if in desire to breeze the burning skin up. Long fingers tried to grab the muscle and tear the rosy flesh that separated him from it. But even the God of Death couldn't stop the lovely beating of his heart and mind tormented solely by a thought of… you.

It happened on a sunny day, when, usually hidden in the depths of hell, the Lord of the Underworld decided to take a stroll. Around the spring meadows, with the air carrying the flowery scent of blooming nature. So strange and bizarre, never floating around the endless plains of his domain. 

He didn't show his face often up there, as God of the Dead was much, much busier than one could think! Humans were weak, reckless, dying like flies and flooding the Underworld with their restless souls. 

Heron crossed the Styx like a madman, and Cerberus couldn't close his eyes even for a second, as the hell was a mad and troubled place.

But then, that one day when the sunlight finally blessed his crimson eyes, Hades, or Sukuna as he much rather preferred, could finally pleasure himself in breathing the air not stained by a musty smell of death.

Each of his steps left the lush grass withered, and the air bent under the heaviness of his aura. Birds would fall silent whenever the God of the Dead passed through the trees they sat in, as if in fear of being taken by the Grim Reaper too soon. Fruits hanging off the branches would suddenly fall rotten, not allowing God to taste the sweetness of their pristine juices. 

As there was no sweetness or warmth in Sukuna's life and it had been a long time since he learned how to live with it. For why would anyone care about the wellness of the Lord of the Underworld himself?

And so the world withered and shattered around him, but God truly didn't mind. 

Until he saw you, the Goddess of Spring.

Beautiful, alive, with sun smooching your laughing cheeks and eyes curving under the golden rays. Little flowers were tucked in your hair sweetly, and single strands framed your face heartily. Sukuna enjoyed looking at blooming plants, although they quickly withered under his bloody gaze. 

But not you.

You quickly became his most dearest petal, with loose, light robes always in a riot of pastel hues and lovely laughter carried by spring winds through the vast meadows. Bare feet ran through the fields of flowers without any worries, and eyes always glanced somewhere over the horizon. Somewhere, towards the seas and trees and frolic nymphs playing near the rivers. Fingers weaved wreaths one by one, and a cooing voice helped the flowers grow and blossom beautifully. 

Your robes were always slightly dirty from the earth, warm cheeks marked by pollen, eyes bustling with warmth and kindness, that touched every plant, every animal that cuddled into your open arms.

He usually lurked among the trees. Tall, broody, with a massive body covered by dark robes and a grim aura clinging to his skin. Four arms crossed on a wide chest and two pairs of eyes fixated on a young Goddess frolicking with her friends.

Soon, he started coming more often. 

The usual workaholic, a gloomy God who liked nothing and no one, a brute, as some liked to call him, suddenly found something that started haunting his mind. His dreams and nightmares, as even there, you always seemed to smooch his cheeks like a soft petal.

There, you always seemed to be his.

 His lovely, dear wife. A Queen of the Underworld.

For all those days he watched you carefully, you've never noticed him.

Not even once, as if completely blinded to everything else outside the walls of your little world.

Until one day, you were left alone.

No friends chirping to your ear, no animals warming your legs – just you.

And, well, him. 

He didn't know when and how, but a warming tiredness fell on his eyes, and oh-so-mighty God of the Death slipped into a light slumber. With withered grass lulling his heavy body and birds ogling him from the thick branches. Wind whirred quietly, brushing his pink hair, slipping between the strands and massaging tired temples.

He could almost swear that he fell asleep on the grass. Hard ground moulding under his even harder body and green tuft giggling his cheeks. And yet, after turning and squirming like a restless child, he felt something softer under his head. 

Something plush, squishy, beaming with the sweetest, flowery fragrance he's ever smelled. The wind's murmur turned into a lovely hum. A melody that coiled his senses and flooded down his spine, filling his body like the sweetest wine.

He didn't dare to open his eyes. 

As he knew, the sight of the lovely Goddess brushing gently through his hair would lead to his death. For Sukuna was rather sure that the only thing in this world that could truly stop his heart was the graceful look of your eyes fixed on him.

Not on flowers, not nymphs, nor animals.

Him.

And thus he lay quietly, with your thighs dipping under his head and soft fingers playing with his hair. 

"The Lord of the Underworld in my spring domain," you hummed, swirling a pink strand around your finger. "What a bizarre sight, I must admit."

A chuckle slipped from between your lips when his brows furrowed. Slightly yet rather openly stating that the God of the Dead, with his colossal body bending your earth, has not, in fact, been sleeping. 

But there was no need to out his silly manner, and your fingers continued soft curls around his temples. As everyone, no matter their origin, was most welcome in your domain.

Something changed around him. The air, the melody, the structure of grass.

Your presence brought life back to the withered plants and silenced animals that feared him. The birds sitting high on the branches slowly flew down, huddling shyly on his chest. Decayed grass turned lush once again, smooching his skin with its plushness.

"There's no need for fear," you whispered warmly, seeing how wary the animals were of his presence. "He is a good creature too."

Forest animals started to come closer, and closer, and closer, with deer sniffing his body and frogs clumping on his shoulders. Their little, sticky toes left traces of gluey slime, but he didn't mind.

Because God of the Dead rarely felt a life embrace his body.

And thus he decided to cherish it and pray that this single, intimate moment would last forever. With your thighs beaming warmth under his head and animals cuddling to his limbs. Surrounding him in a tight circle with furs and feathers tickling his skin. 

He couldn't open his eyes, to not destroy the moment, although, heavens, he truly wished!

To see your hearty face up close. To brush the lower lip coloured with fresh berries and tuck a single strand of hair behind your ear. To see the way pastel robes clung to your skin like a mist, and eyes peeked down at him. But instead, he could only lie quietly and listen to the melody slipping past your lips, curling around his mind like a viper.

A moment has passed, and the deep slumber began to coo his senses. He tried to fight it, longing to stay in your embrace a little longer. To remember the melody of your voice and the pattern of fingertips massaging his temples. The flowery, honeyed fragrance clinging to your skin and filling every corner of his body, taking away his privilege to smell anything else for the next few days.

Before the darkness blanketed his mind and breath became shallower, he could hear the last whispers of your voice:

"Go to sleep, my God. Allow me to accompany you for a while."

When he woke up, you were no longer there. Just a withered grass bending under his body and the warmth of the setting sun bathing his hair in red hues. 

No sign of you or animals, and the God, once again, felt devastated. As if deprived of something he should hold onto with all his strength. He was a divine being, after all, and yet your misty figure slipped between his fingers like flowing water. 

But his mind recalled those few words. Allow me to accompany you.

And thus, Sukuna decided to take this wish too faithfully.

⛥ ⛥ ⛥

"Stop going out there alone," your mother has sighed, looking at your figure swirling around the wooden hut. "It's dangerous, the Gods are unpredictable–"

Your head shook, lifting the little willow-wined basket used for gathering flowers. "I am a Goddess, mother," you chirped in with a giggle, before glancing at the woman's creased forehead. "And you are too. There's simply no need to fear anything. Besides, we're safe in the spring domain."

Liar.

You didn't tell her about the God of Death crossing the border between the Underworld and mortals much more often than he should. Than he used to. With his gloomy aura beaming off the woods, although he thought that you didn't notice it. Crimson eyes followed you every single day for the past few weeks, and whenever he appeared, one side of your domain suddenly went quiet. Withered, under his death-bringing feet and the silent atmosphere he spread around himself.

And as a Goddess of Spring, you knew of everything happening on your land. 

At the beginning, you thought it was rather funny. To see the animals and flowers frightened by his sole presence. You didn't give it much thought, as various Gods had strolled through the plains of your earth and chit-chatted whenever they spotted your figure hunched over the flowers.

But Lord of the Underworld wasn't the talkative type, nor did he engage in any closer relations. In fact, you didn't know much about him aside from what you'd managed to notice over the past weeks.

And you've noticed a lot. His body was built like a mountain, with a heaviness that couldn't be put into words. Two pairs of crimson eyes, lidded like sweet almonds and framed by rather long lashes. Pinkish hair reminding you of blushed peonies, and you wondered whether it would feel equally soft under your touch. Four muscular arms carried the little birdies up their trees when he thought you didn't see, and black stripes curled around his body – like deathly mist, tattooed all over his chest, back, and cheeks, as the God of the Dead didn't mind relaxing his beastly, naked body in the nearby rivers.

The water spilt over the grassy edge, and four arms rested on drenched earth. Crystal water looped his body shyly, smooching the sun-kissed skin with cold kisses. He couldn't see your hazy figure lurking in the bushes.

Your eyes glimmering like two fresh peaches and lips curling in a sly smile, upon seeing muscles upon muscles bending on the God's back. Slick and bulging, stripped of the heavy, dark robes he usually wore and enjoying the kisses of the Mediterranean sun.

Sometimes a nymph would notice him bathing at the river and coo shyly at the handsome but rather intimidating God. You've always observed those interactions from the tree, lurking curiously, with birds perched on your shoulders. All the encounters always ended in a rather pathetic failure, with the Lord of the Underworld ignoring the sweet chirps of little nymphs and their promises to warm his cold body. 

All of them flew quickly upon seeing a grave grimace twisting the God's face, and all four palms curling into fists. 

"Always so, so angry," you murmured to the red bird sitting on your finger, as it nodded its little head. 

And so you didn't tell your mother about these few encounters, for there was no need to worry her. She kept you away from the Olympian Gods as long as she could, yet couldn't stop you from becoming a Goddess too. Truly unfortunate, if she had to admit it, as she had tried for a whole life to keep you well hidden in the far, far corner of Mount Olympus, in your own little spring domain.

"Just be careful," your mother whispered, pushing back a few loose strands of your hair. A small basket hung on your back, and robes clung to your skin. "You know how Gods can be…"

You knew. For you heard of Apollo and Daphne. Of Medusa and a curse sent upon her for being a maiden far too beautiful. About Zeus and Callisto, and more, more Goddesses, who suffered a terrible fate from the hands of Gods themselves.

You understood your mother's worry. Why she tried to tie you up to this little hut hidden in the woods of Olympus. Why she was the Goddess of Agriculture and tried so, so hard to keep her dear spring flower hidden from the prying eyes.

And yet, the serpent flow of destiny was truly twisted and unpredictable. Bending under the Moirai's deathly whispers, with a thin thread slipping between their bony fingers like a river of silk. 

As many Goddesses before you, you too were soon to learn that playing with Gods – particularly those who seemed to take a special fondness for you – was a treacherous path. That approaching them cheekily, taking pleasure in keeping them in your arms and cooing like a wounded animal, was simply foolish. Mad, in every deep sense of the word, as out of the many Gods in this world, you particularly should not play like a fox with the Lord of the Underworld himself. 

So, on the same day, as golden rays dribbled down your figure hunched over flowers, hands picking the season's most beautiful blooms, the earth suddenly burst open. With a raw, brutal rumble, unleashing chaos across the peaceful meadow. Birds rose from the lush branches, and all the forest animals that were cuddling near your body ran off.   

The heavy dust had covered your eyes, smooching flimsy dress and delicate petals that bent under the heavy, little droplets of curled earth. 

The obsidian chariot harnessed with three black horses appeared right in front of your eyes. Tall and eerie, still carrying the coldness of the Underworld and a man whose crimson eyes stared down at your figure.

No words could slip past your lips as one muscular arm lifted you up and easily flipped you over the shoulder. Locking you in place with the sheer strength of one hand, until your head hung down the man's back.

"Wait!" Rolled in a scream as the world in front of your eyes started to spin. 

A voice you hadn't heard yet punched you like a bucket of cold water. "Don't be afraid, my Goddess," Sukuna said, before whistling to his horses. "You'll soon be able to run through the meadows of the Underworld."

It tasted raw, heavy, so, so low, licking your ears with flamed tongues. A voice truly worthy of the God of the Dead himself.

Before you knew it, the earth had swallowed the chariot once again. The rumbling tore through your spring domain, causing vast fields of flowers to vanish as if slowly devoured by the sky. The horses sped downward, pulling the chariot deeper into the earth, until only a faint glimpse of the familiar sun remained – a warmth you wouldn't see again for the next few months.

The darkness engulfed you, wrapping your skin with icy, deadly touches. It felt as though the three sisters had already severed your thread of fate, sending you to the Underworld sooner than anticipated and plunging you into the claws of the beast you inadvertently unleashed. 

"My God," you mumbled, trying to wriggle under his heavy arm. "Where are you taking me?"

Sukuna chuckled lowly, his whole body trembling with a laugh that made your spine tingle. "To home, my dearest Queen."

Deathly whispers curled around your body with curiosity, as if the air in the Underworld had tasted such a sweet life for the first time. Dark clouds filled the sky, and the chariot plunged even lower. Soon, a vast, grimy land spread beneath you, with a thick river curling around the dark soil.

You have never seen the Underworld and have never shown any interest in it. Yet, from that point, with the obsidian chariot soaring high in the sky, it looked mesmerising. Almost magical, with deep, dark forests and withered meadows stretching across the land, lit only by the pale blue light of the moon and little gleaming shadows wandering aimlessly across the plains.

It wasn't difficult to spot Hades's temple. Or maybe you should say a castle.

Sitting quietly on the cliff, with Styx's calm waters flowing beneath its heavy walls. It towered over the whole domain, glimmering in blue light under the moonlight's kisses, and something in your breath has hitched upon seeing an enormous garden filled with withered trees looming over the dead flowers. 

The air was biting cold, and yet the closer you were to the temple, the warmer it seemed to smooch your skin. It didn't carry the familiar flowery fragrance, but rather a heavy, woody scent, as if something alive still lingered in the bleak land filled with agony and doom. 

When the chariot came to a halt on the dark grass, Sukuna set you down gently. With one strong arm still stalling on your back, as if afraid the moment your feet touched the earth, you would try to escape. 

But there was no chance for it, as the Underworld was a trickery and a dangerous place.

"From now on, this is your home. My Queen," his crimson eyes never left your face, even when the hand showed towards the temple looming deathly.

You moved a step away, trying to slip from between the heavy fingers brushing your waist. "It is not my home, and I will not be your Queen. Now take me back to my domain."

Looking up was a mistake, for the gravity of his gaze almost pulled you down to earth. Four eyes stared down at your fuming face before one hand lifted and fingers traced the softness of your warm cheeks. "I cannot do it, my Goddess. That's what I decided, and that's what the Gods accepted."

"The Gods?"

His big thumb brushed your lower lip, and you smacked his hand away. A low chuckle slipped through before he pushed you towards the temple. "Zeus agreed, and that's all that matters. Neither you nor even your mother has any say in it."

You tried to move away again, but his strong arm only pulled you closer to his massive body. Twice your height, with four arms ready to manhandle you like a beast – you knew standing up to him would be foolish. And yet, you tried.

But he didn't mind, as you weighed less than a feather and lifting you was not a sweat for a God of his calibre. Your body once again rolled like a sack over his shoulder, but this time you tried to fight. With nails dragging down his back and teeth digging into the muscles bulging under his robes.

For you, it was a matter of life and death. 

For him? A flimsy, sweet teasing from his dearest Goddess, who was yet to accept her fate. 

Oh, his heart swelled with the purest joy at the sight of your misty figure wrapped in his arms after weeks of yearning. It didn't matter whether you wanted to stay here or not – Sukuna aimed to use every possible means to soothe your mind and pamper you like his precious wife.

"You ignorant brute, a beast, freak!" Rolled furiously, as you once again left the bloody, tooth marks on his back. "You cannot do it!"

Another throaty chuckle escaped from his side, with his arm cuddling around your waist with fondness. "I can, my Goddess. That's how love works."

"And what can you possibly know about love, my God?"

Sukuna didn't know much, but his greedy desire to always keep you in his sight and worship you as if you were the only Goddess in the pantheon must have been close to what love felt like. To get drunk on your laugh and the plush skin of your body every single evening, as if his whole world twisted around nothing but you. To hear your chipper run with stale wind through his decaying land and once again feel your fingers brush through his hair. 

The God of the Dead, the elder of the mightiest brothers, harbinger of death, wished for nothing but to taste the nectar of your love. 

But with a frown you looked at him, your teeth digging deeper into his skin – for now, it seemed rather fruitless.

He entered the temple and moved towards the massive stairway curling to the heavens themselves. Your furious shouts could be heard throughout the whole land, but it seemed that neither he nor the servant who suddenly appeared seemed to mind.

"Uraume, prepare a bath for the Queen," Sukuna said, glimpsing quickly towards the woman. Her white, short hair curled around her slim face, and deep eyes blinked in amusement at your sorry state.

"My Lord, I don't think the Queen likes this position," she muttered, sending you a pleading look.

Sukuna scoffed, correcting your body on his shoulder. "The Queen acts like a brat, so she will be treated like one"

Uraume nodded before going down the stairs and disappearing somewhere in the deep chambers of the temple.

Thus, it was the two of you again, and Sukuna moved slowly through the dark corridors, with blue flames licking your writhing body. He didn't mind the shouts, the nails scarring his back through the dusky robes till crimson droplets formed under the material and bites that your teeth have left on his shoulders.

In fact, the God of the Dead took a bizarre pleasure in feeling your flaming touch on his skin. Something in his chest swelled whenever your lips travelled to his neck, and it didn't really matter that they left the bloody bites and not the nectar kisses he yearned for.

At some point, you've finally entered the big chamber. The weird warmness crept through the tall windows, bending in heavy, marble arches. Vast plains of the Underworld rolled like waves on the horizon, and you stopped scratching Sukuna's back when the full land came in view.

Beautiful, endless, mesmerising, so different from what you grew up with. With only a pale, blue moon constantly shining upon the lost souls and deep, agonising cries coming from the Tartarus.

Sukuna finally put you down. "That's our chamber," rolled almost proudly, and you looked around the bedroom.

Dark, draped in misty veils, with a huge bed covered with crimson sheets and a baldachin moving together with gentle swooshes of wind. Warm flames have lit the place, with torches and long waxed candles glimmering shyly around the whole chamber.

Just behind the crimson curtain, you've heard the dripping of water and Uraume's hushed voice. So that must've been the bath.

"I will not be sleeping with you in one bed, my God," you barked, but Sukuna seemed not to care at all.

He pushed you towards the balcony, with a heavy hand placed on your lower back. "That's the garden. I made it for you," your chest squeezed. For you. "You can do anything you want with it, of course."

"It's impossible to grow life within your domain," slipped harshly, before your eyes looked up. Crimson moons stared down at you. All the time. "So you kidnapped me to grow you a garden?"

His sharp jaw tightened. "I did it for your own good," he muttered, hand lifting to brush away your hair. "For our good. I want you to be the Queen of the Underworld. My wife," fat thumb kissed you fuming cheek. "My Goddess."

And as much as you wished to stay angry, it felt impossible to hide the special fondness rising in your chest. A mix of hate and curiosity, as it was difficult to imagine why the Lord of the Underworld himself was such a desperate beast to lock you in his clutches.

Your eyes went back to the garden, taking in the withered earth and flowers bending in death.

But then you've noticed something – a tree. Dark, yet looking rather alive, blooming with red, round fruits that looked as if ready to burst.

Pomegranate.

And you, as the Goddess of Spring, knew why it seemed to be the only fruit growing deep within this deathly domain.

Sukuna followed your lidded eyes before a low hum filled the air. "You'll eat it at some point," seeing a sudden shock bathing your face and a slow shake of your head, he added. "Even if I have to force you."

Soon, you would discover that there were many, many other things the God of Death would force upon you, just to keep you within his touch.

And as surprising as it seemed, eating the pomegranate seeds to bind you eternally to the Underworld would be the last.

You didn't say anything, looking at the pomegranate tree with a grim expression ripping your lips. A Spring Goddess you were, and yet the single look of this rich fruit made you want to burn it right here and there.

"My Lord, my Queen, the bath was prepared," Uraume slipped in politely, before once again disappearing into the darkness.

Sukuna came inside, and you followed, passing under his heavy arm as he lifted the curtains between the chamber and bath.

Multiple candles licked dark walls, and the steam curled in the air. The big, marble pool filled with hot water called your name like a madman, and you were ready to tear your dress in half just to dip inside. The air in the Underworld was much, much colder than up in your domain, and after the eventful day, you truly wished for nothing but a simple bath.

And yet, even this was to be wrecked by Sukuna's four hands slipping the misty robes of your shoulders. Your trembling finger caught the dress in front of your chest before it could fall.

"My God, may I know what you are doing?" There was no trace of madness in your tone, only simple weariness and irritation.

His lips curled in a smirk, and if not for both hands gripping your dress, you would surely smack his cheek. You would try at least, as bending your head back to meet his gaze was already difficult enough.

His dark robes hit the floor before you've noticed it, exposing you to the view that – rather unfortunately – made your thighs clench. Massive thighs bulged under muscles, and it seemed clear that he could snap your neck with a single clamp.

But it wasn't the thighs that hit your cheeks with a maddened fever. No, rather two, fat cocks, with shafts so heavy they barely stood straight. Droplets of sticky pearls curled around two pulsing heads, sticking like a net to his pubes. The smooth, reddened skin glimmered under the dimmed flames, and your breath hitched while taking in the inhumane size.

And then your eyes followed up to his belly, mouth grinning mischievously, torso wide as mountains and four arms, just waiting to grab your flimsy body.

Sukuna was… terrifying. Alluring, feral, obscene, but oh so beautiful. With a body worthy of a God and an almost tyrannical aura that clung to him like a second skin. The mortals have feared him, Gods always tried to keep the relations as polite as possible, and yet you somehow found a wisp of fondness coiling in his gaze.

"I'm planning to bathe with my Queen, of course," Sukuna murmured, tilting his head with a cheeky grin. Four crimson eyes burned your skin, and you've never, ever felt as small and helpless as now. "Let me help you with it." Fingers tugged on your dress, trying to slip it down.

You took a step back, gripping the robe even tighter. "My God, I'm fine. But please enlighten me why we should take a bath together?"

He, however, was relentless, and it took a single, harsher tug to let your robes fall down the marble floor. A gasp slipped past your lips as you tried to cover yourself with pathetic moves.

Sukuna lifted your body with a single arm, and soon both of you sat on the little bench carved in a pool.

He took a deep, deep sigh, leaning against the edge. Two muscular arms kept you in place, with your back plastered to his chest and ass brushing against the massive cocks, while the other two started to soap you up.

A shiver ran down your spine, feeling big, yet soft hands smooching your skin in gentle circles. Slowly, tenderly, massaging your shoulders and back, going down, and down, to the swell of your wet breasts.

A quiet, shy moan escaped your feverish cheeks when his thumbs brushed the perked nipples. You wriggled under his touch, as if fighting against itself to give into the warmness beaming from his body and heavy fingers washing your tired skin.

Your hips jerked again when he pinched your nipples, sending a sudden, electrifying wave down your spine.

"My Queen, try to keep yourself in place," he said with a low voice, and only then did you notice that your ass had been bumping against his cocks for this whole time.

You didn't look back, as if in fear that even a single glance could pique Sukuna's curiosity and test the dangerous waters of your patience. "Is it necessary, my God? I can wash myself."

Two hands gripped your hips, quickly turning you towards him.

Your hands rested on his shoulders as he sat you right on his muscular thighs. The water spilt over the pool's marble edge, and crimson eyes stayed fixed on your face. On your slightly parted lips and hair sticking to your cheeks.

His upper arms slipped up to your waist, while the lower ones started to massage your thighs. In slow, gentle circles, dangerously close to the naked pussy that bounced against the fatness of his shafts.

He played a dangerous, oh so dangerous game, but took a maddened satisfaction in observing the changing looks on your face. Anger mixed with delight, as if you wanted to hit him and nuzzle into his touch at the same time.

"What's wrong, my Queen?" he muttered, soaping up your waist. "Why would you wash yourself alone if your husband is here?"

At this point, both of you knew that the bath was a mere, foolish excuse for the Lord of the Underworld to finally enjoy the sight of your naked body. To take a pleasure in feeling your naked skin against his and test his own patience, feeling the warmth of your cunt brushing against his cocks.

His moves were deprived of any sexual manner, and yet your insides burned with the most wicked flame. Your drenched fold were bumping against his cocks, yes, and the fat shaft brushed against your clit, maybe, but even then, he didn't try to push you.

To force himself on you, as if waiting for your consent.

As if he wished you craved him as much as he did you.

But even then, every few seconds, he would move closer. His fingers would brush your trembling nipples, hips move beneath yours, and he would always take in your muffled moans with a sly smile.

"You're not m-my husband," rolled embarrassingly weak, and Sukuna hummed, brushing your lower lip with his thumb.

"Not yet. I'll give you time to make yourself at home," thick digit slipped inside your mouth, and you quickly bite it. Hard, feeling his bones crack under your teeth, although he only smiled. Like a man possessed. "As I was saying, I'll give you a month–"

"And what then?" you mumbled, with lips still curled around his thumb. "What if you won't tame me after a month?"

Pink strands of hair stuck to his wet forehead, and you needed to dig your nails into his chest, not to lift the fingers and brush them away. Four crimson eyes – two big, lidded in slyness and two smaller, curved like a moon – drank in the sight of a sweet little Goddess squirming on his massive body.

"Then I'll force you to love me," spilled calmly, without hesitation. And maddening yearning in his eyes told you that he was ready to do it. That his understanding of love was far from the sweetness and kindness you've known of.

His fingers travelled up, through the breasts, collarbones, and neck, till the second hand joined your face. He cupped your cheeks gently yet lined with restrained violence.

Possessiveness, madness, that filled his flamed eyes.

"Don't test my patience, my Goddess," he murmured softly, pulling your face closer. His lips nearly brushed against yours, and a wave of warmth washed over your body. "Let me love you in my own way, and I promise to make you happy. Within my domain, you can be as free as you desire."

It was difficult not to have your heart flutter upon hearing those words.

He knew how crazy your mother was about you. That you spent most of your life chained to her leg, never leaving the spring domain, never feeling the winds of freedom.

That's why his promise sounded so exhilarating. Wild, absolutely insane, and yet letting you let out a deep sigh. Because finally, after so many years, you were alone.

Without your mother, without the prying eyes of Gods, without the same meadows caging around you like a prison.

Only with a much, much bigger, heavier, and mind-spilling problem, of a God of the Dead who seemed to take a special, wicked interest in you.

Your hands, still trembling on his chest, pushed yourself away. Hips slipped from his cocks, but not before giving two, feverish heads one last brush. As if you wanted to push him over the edge.

He groaned and squinted his eyes. "Where are you going, my Goddess? We're not done yet."

Four hands shoot towards you, fingers trying to catch your slippery body. It curled at the end of his fingertips, teasing him mischievously with full breasts dripping with crystal droplets and soft skin glimmering under the gentle flame of candles.

His cocks moved, eyes tried to take the wholeness of your divine beauty, and yet, after weeks of watching you every single day, he still couldn't believe that a woman of your sort truly walked this earth.

"I am done with you…" your eyes curved cheekily as you slowly moved back. "My God. I agree to a monthly trial–"

"It's not a trial, you'll be staying here forever."

Your back hit the pool's edge, but Sukuna didn't move. Instead, he observed you. Like a predator, preparing for a deadly attack.

"As I said, I do agree. But if you won't manage to persuade me to stay," slipped in a whisper, and you smiled even wider, seeing a furrow creasing his forehead. "I will simply kill myself. Just like Daphne did."

His heart nearly stopped, crimson eyes bloodshot. Before you could escape the pool, two arms yanked you back, pressing your chest against his. He lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist. Finger gently squeezed your face with a slight pinch, until salty fog blurred your sight.

"My God–" you barely muffled.

"Don't ever," he growled, gripping your cheeks harsher. "Ever say that in front of me again. I will break your legs if I have to. I will tie you up to bed if you force me to," something warm spilt from his belly, and just then, you remembered about his mouth. Heavy tongue took a long, fat drag of your wet cunt, and you cried within his brutal embrace. "You are mine. Every dream of yours, every part of your body, every single laugh, all of it belongs to me."

His grip on your cheeks was too strong to let you shake your head, but light enough to allow another moan to spill from your throat. In sweetness and pain, feeling the teeth of his belly mouth pinch your clit.

"My God–"

"Do you understand me?"

"I-I–ahh," a cry filled the foggy bath, feeling his tongue slurp on your wetness. It felt heavy, girthy, tasting you with a maddened pleasure as if feasting on the honeyed juices dripping down the water.

"Do you understand?" he gritted through his teeth, loosening up his grip on your cheeks. "I don't like to repeat myself."

With another sweet mewl, your head lulled to one side in a nod, and he finally released you from his clutches. You stood right in front of him – wet, trembling, with slippery thighs and cunt already missing the swirling of his tongue on your clit.

His thumb followed down to his belly, gathering traces of your cum. A second later, thick digit found its way to your lips, pushing the stickiness right onto your tongue.

It tasted sweet, almost milky-like, clinging to the muscle like a spider's web while his thumb smeared it all over your insides.

"Tastes delicious, hm? That's what you're keeping away from me," Sukuna groaned, drinking in the sight of your teary face. "I am not a patient man, my Goddess, but my heart belongs to you, and I wish to treat you the best I can," he lifted up your face, creaming your cheeks with the rest of the cum. "But I do warn you, dearest. When the month passes, I won't be holding myself anymore. So you'd better accept this fate and just let me love you."

You didn't nod, didn't even blink. Just observed his devilishly handsome face with teary, wrecked eyes beaming with fury.

You tried to snap back, but his thumb pushed harder on your tongue. "Uraume," he called, looking somewhere over your shoulder. "Take the Queen back to our chamber. I think she's a bit tired."

Light, white robes curled around your shoulder, before Uraume gently pulled you away from Sukuna's clutches. "My Queen, allow me to–"

You shook off her hand, wiping the rest of your cum from your cheek. "Thank you, I know how to tuck myself to sleep."

And so you left your future husband alone, with rage and ecstasy still mixing beneath your chest.

⛥ ⛥ ⛥

The next few weeks passed with silence and tension binding the Goddess of Spring and the God of the Dead like a thin thread of fate. Only the three sisters were able to cut it swiftly and release you from the torment, and yet no one ever came to save the poor petal.

The first few days you spent mostly in the garden, lying under the pomegranate tree and observing the darkness blanketing the sky. The withered plains of the Underworld have never been touched by sunlight, and the lack of it started to bother you too.

There was no way to tell day from night, as the air was always slightly cold and the sky never turned any colour other than dark blue. Sometimes a sudden fog has risen over the horizon, curling above the parched trees.

The agonising screams from Tartarus could be heard over from your balcony, although after complaining to Sukuna about your lack of sleep, they somehow quieted down. You didn't pry into his methods, nor did you need to exactly know how he accomplished it.

It was difficult to grow anything in the garden, and after days of trying, you finally gave up. Well, not entirely, for you spent more and more days trying to think of a plant that would not need sun nor much water to bloom and if Sukuna could let you out even for a few days, surely you could find something.

He, however, was fully relentless at your begging as there was nothing binding you to the Underworld. Yet.

Fresh pomegranates whispered sweet sins to your ears as you looked at the round fruits bursting with crimson seeds. You wondered what they tasted like. How pristine their juices were.

Sometimes your finger would trace their hard skin with delicacy and quickly pull away, feeling Sukuna's heavy gaze drilling the hole in the back of your skull.

He seemed to always have you in his sight. It didn't really matter whether you strolled around the garden or went deeper into his domain – he was always there. Somewhere, lurking at your misty figure, the only colourful thing in his vast world, even if you didn't see him.

For the first few days, you didn't talk at all. And he was oh so angry with your nasty mood swings, even though it seemed he truly tried to be on his best behaviour.

For a while, you even refused to sleep in the same bed. He would wake up in the middle of the night only to find you cuddled into Cerberus's massive, soft body, snoring like a little baby and nuzzled under his heavy neck.

The beastly dog quickly became your favourite creature in the whole domain, and Sukuna couldn't count the times when you strolled with it through the dark plains and meadows, giggling sweetly whenever it rolled in withered grass.

It seemed the beast was particularly fond of and protective of you, so that even the God of Death himself could not approach you without the beast's shiny, sharp teeth growling his way. Crimson eyes observed him carefully, as if ready to rip his heart out if his lone finger brushed your silky skin.

And whenever Sukuna reminded you that Cerberus also had his role in the Underworld, the loveliest pout would twist your lips, and a dog's low growl would slash through the air.

And because Sukuna was softhearted only for you, he didn't have another choice but to allow you to adopt Cerberus as your own, exclusive pet.

But he absolutely couldn't stand waking up to the coldness wrapping around his body, and thus, for the first few days, in the middle of the night, he would travel all the way to Cerberus's cave only to take his Goddess back.

"Where is she?" the God would growl, with all four arms folded on his chest and eyes lidded with sleep. "Give her back, she'll come back to you in the morning anyway."

And the dog would usually ignore him, with three massive heads pretending to be plagued by a heavy slumber. Sukuna would sigh and slip a soft plea, trying to resonate with a beast he raised himself.

Three pairs of bloodshot eyes would glare at him deathly, but after a few quite embarrassing and yet desperate pleadings, the dog would lift his head up, only to reveal your peacefully slipping body. Curled against his fluffy neck, with fingers gripping the soft fur and shallow, peaceful breaths coming from your parted drooling lips.

Sukuna would lift you up with utmost care and bring you back to your chamber, wrapping himself around your body with all six limbs.

When the "morning" came, he was always the first one to slip from the bed. But not before getting himself untangled from your body. Lying serenely on his broad chest, with a drool pooling right above his heart and soft strands of your hair tickling his chin.

It was his most favourite sight during that month, and the only chance to see your face without a pout or crease forming on your lovely forehead. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't get close to you as much as he wished to.

But at least, after the few weeks of constantly going back and forth between your chamber and Cerberus's cave, you finally stopped escaping from his clutches and slept in his embrace for a whole night.

Moreover, during those weeks spent in each other's presence, you seemed to enjoy nothing more than pissing the God of the Dead off.

During one eventful night that both he and Uraume would recall in the future with a painful headache, you sat quietly at the long table. The wooden furniture bent under the heavy supper, with meats, fruits and vegetables prepared in feast portions.

Sukuna loved to see your cheeks stuffed full, and sometimes you would even joke that he tried to fatten you up only to eat you for dessert. He chuckled lowly, every time answering that if only you spread those thighs nicely, my Goddess, I would gladly eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

An embarrassed, nasty slip from your lips, as you tried to ignore the warmth blooming in your lower belly.

One evening, however, Uraume interrupted your supper with a heavy panting and trembling gaze.

"My Lord, my Queen," she said, taking a few deep breaths. "Forgive me for the intrusion, but something deeply concerning has occurred."

"What is it?" Sukuna mumbled, not even looking her way. Instead, he poured you another cup of wine, while you tried to hide your flushed cheeks behind a curtain of hair.

Oh, you were so, so fucked.

"All the souls lingering on the river's banks have entered the Underworld."

Sukuna suddenly stopped and put the jug of wine back on the table with a loud thud. "What?!"

Both you and Uraume shrugged.

"Charon took them all," she said, glimpsing your way.

You, however, looked down at your plate, as if trying to completely erase yourself from this conversation.

"All of them were buried with a coin? How is it possible?" Sukuna growled.

Uraume took a deep sigh, with deep, sorry eyes still lingering on your hunched figure. "He said that…" She hesitated, biting down on her lower lip. "The Queen ordered to let them in."

Fuck.

The air suddenly stilled, and a moment passed before Sukuna's crimson, angry eyes looked your way. But it's not like you could see the rage blazing in his gaze, as you still carefully observed the fresh fig lying on your plate.

The fact that he somehow got delivered all your favourite, fresh fruits down to the Underworld was truly–

"Do you want to tell me something, my Queen?" he asked with utmost politeness, although you sensed the displeasure bubbling in his throat.

"No, not really," you murmured, playing with a juicy fruit.

He took a deep sigh, curling all four of his hands into fists. A soft vein popped on his forehead as he truly, really tried to keep himself calm.

"I will ask you again," slipped softly, before his two hands pulled your chair closer to him. Your thighs brushed against each other, and his fingers lifted your chin up. Till you were forced to meet his heavy, bloody gaze. "Is there anything you wish to tell me?

Oh, lying to him like that was much, much harder.

"Listen," you started, and he already sighed. "I don't see any problem with it. Why would you keep them there if Charon can just take them all to the Underworld? Isn't that the whole point of your domain?"

His fingers tightened on your chin because, dear-fucking-heavens, he really struggled to hold it together. Four bloodshot eyes looked down at your pouty lips and doe eyes, as if your pure loveliness could melt his anger.

Well, it usually could.

"They cannot enter Hades if they do not get buried with a coin. That's the rule all of them must obey," rolled harshly, and your pout became even sweeter. Fuck. "How did you even force Charon to do it? This old man is stubborn as hell."

You nestled into his palm, attempting to ease his heart with a gentle, pleading look. "It turns out most of the creatures here are quite afraid of Cerberus," you giggled, even though Sukuna was clearly unhappy. "Um, and they’re also afraid of you. The threat of reporting to the Lord of the Underworld himself tends to work quite effectively."

Sukuna pulled away with a heavy groan and started massaging his temples. One side of him was rather happy that, after weeks of fighting, you decided to use both your title and him to get what you wanted. But the other wanted to curl his fingers around your neck and snap it clean, for the mess you have caused with your need to piss him off.

He closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. "Why did you do it?"

"They looked sad."

His crimson gaze once again snapped to your face. "Sad? The souls?"

You nodded. "Well, all of them wanted to enter Hades so–"

"My Goddess, you can't do such a thing!" Uraume cried, looking out the tall window as if all those souls were travelling up Hades' temple.

"Why? I thought I was the Queen of the Underworld." A cheeky smile curved your lips, and Sukuna almost lost it. "I can do whatever I want. Your own words, my God."

Well, he did tell you that from now on, this domain was under both his and your control, but his mind ran far too short to predict that you, in fact, wouldn't know the most basic rules of this land.

And thus, he could only swallow his rage and look back at Uraume. "Catch them all and bring them back to the shore. Also, tell Charon that from now on he's forbidden from listening to the Queen's orders."

You scoffed, crossing arms on your chest. "I'm just going to set Cerberus on him."

"Right," Sukuna growled, sending you a short, angry look. "And also chain the dog to his cave. This beast has forgotten who his real master is."

You could forgive him mistreating the poor souls and Charon, but a line had to be drawn regarding your beloved dog.

Your fingers grabbed his forearm, eyes bulging in worry. "Wait! Leave Cerberus out of this," Sukuna looked at your nails digging into his skin and a jittery gaze. "I'm sorry, okay? Just…" There was a thread linking you both – dangerously thin, leading to an emotion your relationship hasn't yet discovered. Forgiveness. "Please don't hurt him. It's my fault. Cerberus listens to everything I say, he's just a silly dog. So let him be. If there's someone who should be punished, it's me."

Sukuna didn't say anything for a while, staring at your pleading eyes with a furrowed brow. A storm of feelings coiled in his head, and you noticed his gaze soften slightly. He often acted like a brute, of course, but you believed that somewhere, deep, deep beneath his chest, there was still a man who placed the little birds that had fallen from the trees back in their nests.

"Fine," he finally muttered and oh, how shocked he was when you chuckled and wrapped yourself around his neck. For a moment, he sat frozen in place, but soon all four arms curled around you, as he inhaled the sweetness coating your skin.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Uraume looked away to hide a little smile tugging on her lips, as it was a long, long time since she had seen the God of the Dead blushing like a virgin nymph.

Sukuna coughed, sending her a deadly gaze. "But I still believe that you and Cerberus could use some time away from each other. I'm tired of raising two brats at the same time," he mumbled, and you giggled into his neck.

"Well, my God, try to suggest it to him, and we'll see what happens," you pulled away, with hands still wrapped around his neck. "I'm afraid your beast found himself a new owner."

And so, since that evening, a little, hopeful grain started to bloom in Sukuna's heart.

As it seemed that his lovely Goddess had finally begun to warm to him. During the evening baths, you chirped into his ear like a fair birdie, sometimes even washing his muscular back and massaging his always-creased forehead.

At night, your body instinctively nuzzled into his. Legs wrapped around him tightly, hands curled around his arms, and a slightly wet cheek left a small puddle of saliva on his chest. He always beamed with warmth, and you, like a cat, used his body as a heater.

During the shared breakfast, you kept talking while he fed you the sweetest, juiciest fruits. What's more, your roles would shift, with your fingers occasionally placing a piece of orange onto his lips – sometimes upper, sometimes lower.

Whenever you stole a few apples for Cerberus, as he's tired of eating raw meat, he would only scoff and wave his hand. The beast has been living on meat and water for thousands of years, and yet, a few weeks after your appearance, he suddenly developed a lavish taste for fruits picked only by you.

On some afternoons, when Sukuna would nap under the pomegranate tree, you would creep to his side. Carefully place his head on your thighs and hum a lovely melody, just like you did back then in a forest. He would always try to stay as still as possible, just to prolong those precious moments – your fingers brushing through his hair and flowery fragrance coating his skin.

One special afternoon, your hum was interrupted by something else.

Something… alive.

The high trilling of crickets, soft chirping of birds and muffled croaks of the frogs, coming from the little pond Sukuna has built up for you.

Your fingers suddenly stopped in their tracks, and the God coughed quietly, wriggling under your touch. Like a dog, begging for more pats.

"How is it possible?" you asked, looking down at his "sleeping" face.

There was a minute of silence before he slowly, carefully opened his eyes and sighed heavily, meeting your solemn gaze. "The animals also need to enter Hades. Just on different rules," His eyes fell on something crawling up your hand. "Look there."

And to your surprise, you've noticed a grasshopper sitting serenely on your skin. It wasn't as lush and green as you remembered it to be, but misty, almost like a cloud, with only his foggy soul still crawling up your arm.

And then you've noticed birds sitting high up on the pomegranate tree, with their little wings looking like a shadow.

Something heavy formed in your throat and heart stirred with affection. "You brought them for me?"

Sukuna hummed, closing his eyes and gently placing your hand back on his head. "You can say that. Most of them were already here. I simply ordered to be bring them to our garden."

Your fingers started working through his hair again – scratching and massaging his head, till the beastly God stretched on your thighs like a cat and nuzzled into the softness of your belly.

You didn't push him away but rather giggled and whispered a sweet thank you. A little smile tugged on Sukuna's lips, and he purred softly my pleasure, Goddess.

And thus, for the first time in your life, you have felt free.

With Underworld's woeful air smooching your cheeks and shadowy animals following you around the withered plains.

You have never felt more alive than in the realm of the dead.

That's why when Sukuna called you into the main hall one day, your heart froze. With dread and fear, upon seeing your furious mother standing right next to him by the altar.

The altar, decorated with your small marble figures and fresh flowers, he ordered to be changed daily since no plant in the Underworld could survive longer than a day.

Your fingers curled in fists, lips fell in line, and somehow, even though you loved her dearly, you simply couldn't take a step closer.

Sukuna stood still, with four arms crossed on his chest and eyes looking carefully at your trembling body. As if he could read all the thoughts coiling beneath your furrowed brows.

"My darling, oh Gods," she sighed, crossing the distance between you two in a few steps. Before you knew it, she pulled you into a hug, although your arms hung loosely by your sides. "I thought I'd lost you forever. Can you believe that I needed to threaten Zeus himself to finally find you?"

She pulled away and grabbed your cheeks, only to meticulously ogle your face. "Oh my, you're so pale! This place did you no good, but at least you're fine. This brute…" she looked over her shoulder, glancing at Sukuna's stony face. "My heart almost stopped upon hearing that he was the one who kidnapped you. Did he touch you? Are you okay? Did he, you know, force you to–"

"Mom," you quickly interrupted her and wriggled yourself out of her embrace. "Why are you here?"

She looked dumbfounded – with warm eyes bulging in shock and lips slightly falling open. When you stepped back, her forehead creased.

"I came to take you back, of course."

A gentle sigh echoed through the vast temple hall as you glanced over her shoulder. Somewhere nearby, a man was attentively listening to you, with a heart pounding loudly in his throat. Filled with fear, anticipation, hope.

Sukuna rarely looked at you with that gaze – filled with love and dread, as if he understood that neither anyone else nor he himself was truly worthy of your heart. He scarcely ever seemed so weak and afraid, as if his mind, soul, heart were fully, completely wrapped around your finger.

And thus now, after so many of his threats, you could make a choice.

To stay here, with him, or go back to your mother.

"Let's go, darling, I'm getting nauseous just from being here," she tried to grab your hand, but, once again, you stepped away.

"I'm not going back," slipped in a whisper. "I can't go back."

She looked shocked, and her lips curved in a nervous smile. "What do you mean, you can't?"

"I'm bound to the Underworld."

Lie.

But oh, how good it felt in your heart, lifting the weight of all the mixed emotions you've buried over the past few days.

"Bound? What do you–" she started, and then, as if suddenly enlightened, gasped. A sharp cry escaped her throat, and her eyes looked back at Sukuna with a frightened, intense gaze. "You! You forced her to eat the seeds!"

Before she could step closer and smack his cheek with an open palm, you grabbed her. "No, mom. I did it myself."

She stopped, turning back your way. With disappointment filling her eyes and trembling lips. "You did what?"

"I love him."

And that, well, that was a confession no one expected. Not you, mother, and particularly not Sukuna. His breath hitched, eyes bulged, and he almost, almost took a step closer.

As his heart, mind, and soul were consumed by a desire to hold you and caress you yearningly until your lips swell from the sweetness of the kiss.

Your mother quickly interrupted, holding your cheeks. "You don't. Don't say it. You don't love him. He's a beast who manipulated your mind, love has no place here. Don't act foolishly, that's not how I raised you."

Your heart shuddered in wretchedness upon her words. As you knew how much she hated all the Gods. How hard she tried to keep this sweet, yet so foreign feeling away from you, as if the little seed growing in your heart was something shameful.

Crystal droplets trickled down your cheeks, wetting her pads. "But I do, mother. And I will stay here, with him. That's my home now."

There was no need to listen to her further. Sliding her trembling hands from your cheeks, you turned and quickly disappeared into the comforting darkness of a temple you used to hate that much.

Her low pleadings filled the main hall, but you could only ignore them. Seeing her again, after a whole month, brought dreadful memories of years spent in her golden cage.

You entered the chamber and sat down on a plush bed. Your hands still slightly wet from nervousness, eyes taking in the cosiness and warmth of the bedroom you shared with… him. Candles licked your skin sweetly, and moon lurked through misty curtains.

Even the usual shrieks coming from Tartarus were mild that evening, allowing you to enjoy the little crickets slipping from the garden.

Cerberus barked somewhere deep within your domain, and a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. You were on your way to give him his daily dose of apples when your mother suddenly appeared.

You sat on a bed, hunched and frozen, not noticing a massive shadow that swooshed closer. Dark robes appeared in front of your feet, and soon a heavy, musky fragrance followed.

"My Queen," Sukuna started, not quite sure what to say. A silence has fallen – pleasant, warm, homey. He sighed and crouched to meet your gaze. "Are you okay?"

Only then did he notice crystal droplets still dripping down your cheeks. "My Goddess, why are you crying?"

"Don't allow her to take me," slipped in a crying whisper, before a muffled choke followed. His big hands gripped yours, trying to stop the trembling. "Please, let me stay here."

His fingers lifted to gently cup your face. "What are you talking about? Of course, I won't let you go," crimson eyes softened as a large thumb brushed your lower lip. "Have you forgotten my words? You're never leaving my side."

"Never?"

He shook his head. "Never. I will stand against all of Olympus if that's the price of loving you."

Another sharp cry rolled from your lips as you nuzzled into his hand.

He changed your positions, sitting on the bed and letting you climb onto his thighs, only to push your crying face into his neck. Four hands embraced you before he began to cradle you like a baby.

With soft whispers and kisses placed on your forehead.

When the first shock rolled away and the tears finally stopped, you pulled back. With swollen lips and puffy cheeks, that made Sukuna's heart swell with fondness.

His tongue lapped up the last salty droplets before big palms cupped your hips. "You'll stay here, with me," plush lips peppered your cheeks, nose, and the slightly trembling chin. "And you'll let me love and worship you as you deserve," his hands rolled your hips against his, drawing a moan from your throat. "No one will take you away from me. Not now, not ever."

Your arms wrapped around his neck, back bent in a delicate arch. You looked at him with a plea, taking in the divine beauty of his beastly face. "What if Zeus himself comes for me?"

His lips were barely brushing against yours, and a woody, heavy smell of his body tickled your heart. "I'll kill him. My Goddess, you truly underestimate me. I will move heaven and earth to keep you by my side."

And then, with a last longing gaze connecting your starving souls, your lips have finally crashed.

In a slow, gentle, yet raw kiss, with his teeth biting down on your lower lip and throat swallowing all your sugary moans.

All four hands quickly found their way around your body – caressing, holding, gripping the swell of your ass and moving your hips in harsher rolls.

Misty robe hanging on your shoulders slipped down with a gentle tug, and soon his two upper hands lifted to cup your breasts.

The softness of your skin made Sukuna's mind spin, and a craving to sink himself into your warm cunt felt almost maddening. His cocks, still clothed by a dark tunic, brushed against your folds and the sweetest, purest moan rolled right into his lips.

"Feed me, my God," you murmured, pulling away slightly. "Feed me the pomegranate seeds and tie me to the Underworld. To you."

Of course, you lied to your mother.

And Sukuna knew it too. He observed you for a whole day and night, never leaving your giggles out of his sight, and thus he was aware of your little, desperate lie.

What he hoped for, however, was that your confession was sincere.

Tasting the sweetness of your lips, he realised how truly doomed he was – completely entangled with the scent of your skin and the beauty of your eyes. His heart skipped a beat when your fingers pulled his pink hair, causing his hips to buck instinctively, seeking the intense pleasure.

You pushed his chest, forcing his massive body to lie down on the mattress. "Feed me, and I shall let you have a taste too."

Your lips met his cheeks, jaw, and dropped down through the bulging throat and collarbones, while fingers slipped from the dark robes. He wore nothing beneath the long tunic, and soon your lips curled around his nipple, biting it softly with a hum.

Two upper arms swiftly pulled you up to his face, while the lower ones still held your bare hips. "What will you let me taste, my Goddess?"

A cheeky smirk tugged on your lips as you placed your leaking cunt right over his open belly mouth. "Your favourite fruit, my God."

With a loud moan, you lowered down onto its tongue, feeling the heavy muscles giving you a long, nasty lick. A shudder washed over your spine, and Sukuna drank the next cry that escaped your throat.

"You taste even better than I remembered, my Goddess," he groaned, feeling the saccharine droplets coat his lower tongue. Sticking to his teeth and inner cheeks like the sweetest honey. "But I have a much better idea."

And with that, you quickly found yourself facing his massive cocks and hovering over his face. Your puffy, drenched folds hang right above his lips, and he looked at your dripping cunt with a low groan.

"Fuck, my Goddess," two fingers parted your folds, only for a small, sticky droplet to drip down his chin. "You smell so fucking good, lower yourself a bit."

He didn't wait for your answer as two big hands pulled your hips down with a single, strong move. A groan slipped past his lips and went straight to your cunt, sending a wave of trembling pleasure straight to your clit.

"That's right, my sweet fucking Goddess," he mumbled, lips curving under the weight of your hips. "Don't be shy, get yourself comfortable."

"I-I'm not shy," and if not for a heat that slapped your cheeks, he maybe would believe you.

But your body was too honest, too inexperienced to hide the way your hips rolled against his tongue. Another pitched moan filled the foggy air when his tongue slipped inside your tight cunt.

His lower hands landed on your back and slowly, slowly bent you down. Till your wet lips met with two, pulsing heads and breasts hang right over the belly mouth.

Oh, he was right, this position was absolutely killing… both of you.

Because the moment big, beastly lips curled around your nipple, your hips buckled, and a sweet moan tickled both leaking heads.

"Nghhh," bounced sweetly off his veiny shafts. "That's–mhmm, my God, feels so good."

Sukuna chuckled, slurping on your swollen clit and pushing another cry from your chest. "Give them a little lick, my Queen. They've been waiting for you whole fucking month."

With a hazy gaze, you glanced at two fat cocks smooching your cheeks. Wet and massive, with droplets of musky precum oozing down the pulsing skin and a strong fragrance making you even wetter. He smelled so heavy, manly, and the moment you gave the first cock a kitty lick, Sukuna groaned straight into your clit.

Your hand grabbed the other one and started pumping it in slow, gentle moves, with your thumb brushing the reddened head. Belly mouth sucked on your breasts as if waiting for something more creamy to release itself onto his ravaging tongue, and you cried even louder whenever the wet tongue travelled between both of your nipples.

"How is it possible, fuck," Sukuna groaned, scooping a hefty gush of your cum and drinking it straight from your fluttering hole. "That you're so sweet everywhere. My beautiful, divine Goddess. Come on, try to suffocate me with your cunt. Put your whole weight into it."

With your cheek stuffed full of his cock, you pulled away with a nasty pop and looked over your shoulder. "My God, please take a deep breath," you reminded, because Sukuna seemed to be absolutely lost between your drenched thighs.

With a single finger thrusting into your tight hole and an open mouth catching all the dripping sap. His teeth grazed your clit, before a warm tongue kissed the pain away. He slurped like a madman, whispering little obscenities straight into your pussy and kissing her with nasty squelches. Gluey cum stuck to his nose, lips and chin, connecting him with your parted folds.

"I can't, I don't have to, she needs me," he groaned, giving you another heavy lick. With tongue covering the entirety of your cunt and finger pushing through your pulsing walls. "So sweet, my Goddess, you're so fucking delicious."

Oh, there was truly no remedy for him!

And thus you went back to his pulsing, almost bursting shafts. Your puffy lips kissed two heads before sucking on one gently. Fingers squeezed his constricting balls, juggling them softly and giving them a shy lick.

Sukuna trembled under your body, so you did it again, and again, and again, kissing, licking and sucking on his balls, while rolling your hips against his tongue.

"My God, are you okay?" you slipped shyly, although a cheekiness shimmered in your haze.

Sukuna pulled away from your cunt, and took a deep breath. "Don't ask me stupid questions, my Goddess. My patience is already hanging by a thread, so unless you want me to fold in half and fuck that cunt raw, you better shut that pretty mouth of yours."

You giggled, biting gently down on his balls. "I'll take that as a ye–ah!" you moaned, when the second finger slipped into your tight cunt. "My G-God, that's too–"

Too much wanted to roll, but Sukuna soon added the third . "You're so tight, my Goddess. I'm afraid both of them won't fit in," he slurped, feeling the desperate squeezes of your walls and juices trickling down his fingers.

Both?

An unsettling, truly frightening thought has crossed your mind. He could tear you apart with one, and using two seemed to be a completely foolish idea!

When his pads pushed something, slightly swollen and plush, your whole body shuddered. Pleasure washed over your spine, dripping down to curled feet, and a sugary moan wrapped around his leaking cock.

"There it is," Sukuna growled, looking at your raw, soaked pussy trying to mould itself around his fingers. "My Queen, you're doing so well. Squeezing my fingers so tight, I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cocks."

The weird warmth has been coiling in your belly since his lips landed on your clit. But now, with fingers pushing your walls and pads brushing against the plump spot, something warmer, wetter started to plash inside your pouch. Something dangerously pleasurable and ready to burst beneath Sukuna's tongue and his big, stomach mouth sucking sweetly on your tits.

"My G-God, I–" you moaned, when all of his three fingers bent against the sweet spot and lips slurped on your clit. "I'm going to, mhmm, allow me to cum on your cocks, p-please."

And a single teary look over your shoulder, with hair sticking to your wet cheeks and lips fallen open, was enough to make him lose his mind.

"Whatever you wish, my Queen," he said, quickly pulling you away from his mouth.

Your body turned again, and this time you found yourself back on top, with two massive cocks squirming beneath your drooling folds and his lower hands gripping your thighs.

"You want me to…?"

He nodded, gently pulling your hips up, to help his leaking heads kiss your fluttering hole. "Ride me, my Queen. I want to watch you take it up…" his fingers traced the softness of your belly, before pushing on a spot somewhere just beneath your button. "here. Both of them."

Your pussy was ready to burst any second, and you could already feel something else, other than your normal wetness, drip down his cocks. The fog in your mind grew thicker, sweat coolly lined your neck, as you pressed both hands against his chest and leaned on trembling, feeble arms.

Rough thumb from the upper arm slipped between your folds, rolling gently the puffy clit. "Slowly, my Queen, take a deep breath." You did just that, with eyes looking straight into his. Both heads started forcing their way through your tight walls, gathering the slippery juices on the way. "That's it, that's my good girl, deep breaths."

He talked you through it, with thumb rubbing the sweet button and lower hands slowly, slowly, pulling you down his shafts.

A sharp cry rolled past your lips when both heads slipped inside. Pushing into your contracting walls and ripping you open, till the metallic taste of blood pooled somewhere at the back of your throat.

The water plopping inside your belly was filling you full, together with Sukuna's cocks constantly trying to thrust inside. You could feel every vein, every detailed curve of his shafts lick your gummy insides, as he pushed, and pushed, and took in the maddening beauty of your face, utterly lost in pleasure.

Your pussy squelched around his monstrous cocks. Cried sweetly, with a clit slowly getting much harsher rubs, till the swollen button started to tremble.

"My God, w-wait, something's wrong," you cried, trying to pull yourself off.

But Sukuna's lower hands kept you in place, and his hips bucked up, trying to meet yours. "Everything's good, my Queen. Deep breaths, you're doing so well."

"No, you don't get it, I–"

The heat hit your cheeks, walls clamped down half-thrust, and the alarmingly plopping water, finally, finally, spilt.

You came.

Or maybe, gushed.

With his cocks barely inside, a hefty wave rolled through your spine, spraying Sukuna's hands, belly, and chest with your cum. Your body trembled in pleasure, and he used this short moment of distraction to thrust his cocks fully, till your hips finally met his.

It was brutal, mean, absolutely filthy, with his lower mouth drinking your squirt and crimson eyes glimmering with maddening yearning.

Something in his mind snapped when he noticed a big bulge right under your belly button, and within a second, your position changed once again.

And this time, you knew that it was over.

He folded you in half, till your ass peeled off the drenched bed, and pussy glistened under his fiery gaze. All four arms kept you tightly in place, with lower limbs spreading your soaked thighs and upper ones taking something from the bedside table.

Only then have you noticed a crimson, bursting pomegranate, licked by the candle's warm tongues and dripping down Sukuna's forearm. He ripped it in half with a single, gentle move, before drinking the seeds with eyes never leaving yours.

"Deep breath, my Goddess," he said again, before both of his cocks rammed into your needy, stretched hole and lips crushed against yours. "Swallow it," he muttered into your reddened teeth, pushing all the pomegranate seeds straight into your mouth. "My little slutty Queen. Coming on my cocks when I barely thrusted in."

The fruit tasted sweeter than honey itself and mixed with Sukuna's sweet spin. His tongue trailed against yours, before lips moved towards your cheeks, chin, jaw, leaving all over your face a sweet, bloody trace of the fruit.

The power that tied your body, heart and soul to the God who wished for nothing but to love you like a madman and worship every piece of your skin.

His thrusts became more erratic, brutal, with squelches filling the wet, foggy air and his heavy, massive body leaning on your folded legs. His hips met yours with each roll, and whenever he pulled away, a long, sticky strand stretched between his soaked shafts and your sensitive cunt.

"Open up, my Queen," he growled, digging his fingers into your jaw. "Show me how well you swallowed it all."

Your lips fell open, and a string of drool trickled down his fingers. Big thumb pushed on your reddened tongue, and you sucked it sweetly, with eyes crossing in pleasure.

The long, fat tongue of his lower mouth slid out and gave your clit a long, filthy lick, before its lips sucked on it raw. Irritating the sensitive button and slurping on the last droplets of your squirt. Sukuna groaned, feeling your walls clamping around his cocks and pushed harsher, as if trying to fight the merciless squeeze.

"Fuck, my Goddess, let me–ahh–let get to your womb," he groaned, giving you a single, brutal thrust. You cried around his thumb, but he simply shushed you sweetly. "Don't cry, it's alright. Ngh, squeezing me so fucking hard," he leaned over, licking off the salty droplets.

His hips moved with unbelievably violent motion, rocking your bed against the wall and drawing a loud cry from your throat. Two pulsing heads kissed your womb with squelches till it swelled like a juicy peach and bent under his heartless thrusts.

A familiar warmth once again started to pool in your belly. Your arms curled behind Sukuna's neck, pulling him into another, filthy kiss. "My God, I'm g-gonna… soon… mhmm so good, s-so–ahh!"

He chuckled against your lips, but couldn't ignore the lovely tenderness filling your teary eyes. His heart jumped, and lower hands folded you into an even meaner mating press. Till you could barely breathe under his massive body, squeezing you down.

"Say it," he whispered, letting his cocks rip you raw. "Say it again."

Two fat shafts slipped in and out, smooching every little corner of your tired, swollen cunt. The pleasure filled you from head to toe, overflowing your body in electrifying strokes.

You knew what he wanted to hear. But his thrusts made a mushy mess out of your mind and eyes rolled back each time his hand pushed the bulge forming under your belly. Not even pregnancy could get you that bloated.

When your head lulled to the side, his fingers dug into your cheeks again, forcing you to look into his eyes. "Say it, my Goddess," he said, licking the last red traces of pomegranate juice from the corner of your lips. "I beg you."

"I love you," slipped like a dream. "I–I, mhmm, I love you. My God, I–"

His lips joined yours in a yearning, maddened kiss. "Fuck, my sweet Goddess. I love you so much, so fucking–fuck."

The warmth in your belly spilt again, and watery cum flooded his abdomen. The belly mouth sucked itself onto your clit, drinking each and every bead of your sweet nectar.

A second later, his hips finally stilled. Pulsing heads nuzzled into your womb, filling it with heavy, gluey cum. He pumped you full, with maddened pleasure creasing his forehead and knees digging into the mattress. Everything, just to get as close to you as possible.

His hefty cum filled your belly before bursting outside and buttering your folds.

"My God, at this point, mhmm, you'll knock me up," a sweet, tired giggle slipped past your lips, feeling his seed overflowing your poor womb. "Although I truly wouldn't mind."

He sighed, nuzzling warmly into the crook of your neck. The plushiness of your skin still made his mind spin, and the flowery fragrance haunted him like a spirit. "My Goddess, don't play with fire."

Your fingers brushed through his hair, pulling a low hum from his massive chest. "I'm not afraid to get burned," you said with full seriousness.

But God didn't answer. Just cuddled closer to your body – plush breasts, soft neck, and hair tickling his nose. He reminded you of Cerberus whenever the beast tried to cuddle into your side.

And with the same love and fondness, you kissed his temple, whispering simple yet oh so important, I'm yours, forever.

Forever it truly was for you, as no other couple on Olympus would ever conquer the utter devotion and love of the Goddess of Spring and the Lord of the Underworld.

Such contrary characters and yet relishing themselves in the most maddening obsession the Olympus has ever seen.

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[liahcharms]

[lastseraphicsoul]

when my kids are complaining about their undereye dark circles, dark blue eyes but mommy had a type.

[bebecitanati]

attack on titan masterlist ・:★:・ﾟ

hange zoe

suds

levi ackerman

the captain’s wife

[bebecitanati]

marvel masterlist ・:★:・ﾟ

johnny storm

a chance

[bebecitanati]

I have no clue if you are up to writing for Hange, but I would love if you wrote a oneshot where reader and Hange are absolutely exhausted after an expedition, and end up bathing together and just being really touchy and loving to each other.

I personally see Hange as AFAB so that’d be great if you wrote them like that. If you don’t write for Hange then I think this would also be cute with Levi but Hange is preferred !!

No pressure to take my request :))

suds

afab!hange zoe x wife!fem!reader

summary : this recent expedition outside the walls had left you and your squad mates absolutely wiped out. the only thing you looked forward to was a nice, hot bath. that, and your wife hange, who knows exactly how to help you decompress.

warnings : i used she/her pronouns for hange. suggestive near the end. yes, i made them married again cause im a hoe for commitment/established relationship pieces.

notes : hi anon, thank you so much for this request cause um hello?? i absolutely will be writing for hange. i literally paused jjk to start writing this hehe. i hope this lived up to your standards <3 even though i might’ve gotten carried away at the end… expect a black cat reader x golden retriever hange piece coming soon…

wc : 3.3k

Pain radiated through your muscles at the slightest movement. The bouncing of your body on your horse caused sharp aches that you knew you’d be feeling for the next couple days. Your eyes burned from lack of sleep, titan blood mixed with the sweat that dripped down your forehead not helping your case as it dripped near your eyes. Looking to your left, Petra was practically slumped on her stallion, head turned away from you. On your right, Oulo’s usually constipated expression looked more strained than usual. This expedition had really knocked your squad on their ass.

Ahead of you, Captain Levi appeared to be completely composed as usual. But you and your squad mates knew better. His usually perfect posture was slightly hunched in, no doubt feeling the effects from the titan massacre you all had embarked on. You were sure that the other squads were experiencing the same.

Your blurry eyesight was able to focus on the headquarters coming up. Your joints practically screamed at the thought of climbing up the stairs to you and your wife’s personal quarters. Shit, why’d Hange’s title have to come with a room on the upper levels? Not that you were complaining of how much more luxurious it is compared to the cramped rooms and communal bathrooms the other Scouts—and previously you—had to suffer with. 

Your squad seemed to be the first to arrive at HQ, the other squads most likely not far behind. Usually, this would cause a stir in your stomach at the thought of something potentially having gone wrong during the expedition. However, you personally saw Hange before the order to withdraw was given, so you were at ease. 

You all led your horses to the stables, where lower rank Scouts were waiting to escort your companions to their designated quarters. Your muscles felt like they were being torn as you swung your leg off the stallion, landing on your feet and hanging the reins over to the waiting young man.

Your squad walked in silence, dispersing once you entered through the doors of HQ. Despite the burning in your quads and calves, you hauled your body upstairs, eager to wash the sweat, grime, and titan guts off your body. Walking down the hallway, you heard footsteps behind you, no doubt Captain Levi eager to retreat to his bedroom and sleep the day off. Once you got to your shared quarters, Levi kept walking as his room was located further down the hall.

“Goodnight, Captain,” your voice was able to croak out behind him.

”Goodnight,” he called out without looking back at you before he paused his steps. “Has Hange made it back yet?” he asked.

”Not yet, but I saw her before we withdrew. I expect she’ll be here soon.”

He turned his head in your direction, sending you a nod and continuing his walk. You knew the Captain had a soft spot for Hange, so his concern was both expected yet endearing to you. 

Entering the room, you kicked off your filthy boots, placing them near the door to avoid spreading titan remains throughout Hange’s office which you’d recently cleaned. Afterward, you walked straight toward the bathroom to begin running the bath water. You made sure to take advantage of the hot water that superiors were supplied with, turning the knobs all the way. As the water began to fill the porcelain tub, steam was fogging up the bathroom. You made sure to leave the door to the bathroom open, both to avoid suffocating yourself and to make sure Hange knew where you’d be once she arrived. 

You removed your jacket, tossing it into a basket you used to collect dirty laundry, which you were in charge of washing of course. You took a moment to splash cold water from the sink onto your face to clean off the titan blood, clearing your vision simultaneously. Letting the bath water continue running, you walked across the office toward the actual bedroom, turning the knob and opening the door only to be met with what looked like a small bouquet of flowers laid on the bed. You definitely didn’t notice those after you made the bed this morning. Walking toward them, you picked up the bouquet with a smile and saw it was an assortment of flowers, your favorites in the bunch. There was a small note attached, and you opened it to find Hange’s messy scrawl.

’Hi Beautiful,

I know this expedition is going to be rough on you, so I wanted to have a pick-me-up waiting for you once you got back. Y’know, other than me of course. Hope you love the flowers, I picked them myself!

Love,

Hange’

Smiling hard at the note, you pressed a kiss to the paper, walking to your closet to place it in a box which was overflowing with notes and letters Hange had written to you. You noticed a vase filled with water on the bedside drawer, impressed yet not surprised that Hange had planned far ahead enough. You carefully placed the flowers in the water, grinning at how pretty they were and how grateful you are to have such a detail oriented partner. Your thoughts were interrupted by boots hitting the floor and said partner’s voice calling out, “Love, I’m back!”

You ignored the pain shooting through your arms as you ran out of the room and straight towards Hange, your arms reaching out to wrap around her neck as you jumped into her waiting embrace. She eagerly wrapped her arms around your waist, catching you easily and swinging your dangling body side to side just to hear that little laugh you’d always let out, just as you did now. She laughed as well, your giggles clearly contagious to her.

”I’m so relieved to see you, my love. You looked exhausted before we retreated. Are you feeling okay?” she asked, placing you back on the floor and moving her hands to cup your face delicately, using her grasp to turn your head and inspect you for injuries. You could feel the cold of her wedding band pressing into your cheek. Her gaze was intense as it always was after you’d come back from expeditions, eyebrows furrowed and lips pinched in concentration.

”I feel like a titan stomped on my body, Hanj. I just want to take a bath and go to sleep,” you answered, eyes following her gaze shifting all over your face.

Hange pursed her lips before her arms pulled you back into her embrace, one of her hands finding its way around your waist, the other holding the back on your head and pressing it into her shoulder. You turned your face to the side and let her squeeze you tightly to her body. You felt her lips press to your hairline, giving you a sweet kiss. She kept her lips there as she muttered teasingly, “Your hair smells like titan smoke, honey. Maybe that bath is a good idea.”

You immediately pulled back from the hug, narrowing your eyes at her before you jokingly let out a ‘tch,’ turning away to walk to the bathroom. You felt her following behind you when you suddenly heard a smack and felt a sharp pain on your ass where she had just swatted. Your body jumped, head turning to look back at her as you rubbed over the spot before you yelled out, “Hange!” 

“You’re turning into Levi with that ‘tch!’ I’m going to have to tell him to stop influencing you so much,” she smiled as she spoke, clearly finding amusement in your annoyance. 

Ignoring her comment, you stepped into the bathroom where the bathtub was filled enough for both of you to fit without overflowing. Turning off the water, you heard Hange’s jacket drop onto the floor. You took the time to add a bit of soap to the water; lavender scented, a gift from Hange when you told her you hated the generic soap you all were provided with. You turned back to see her watching you, waiting. 

You let her step into your space, her hands coming up to undo the straps of your uniform. You reached up to do the same, both of you working in silence. Once yours were off, Hange began undoing the buttons of your top. It was hard to concentrate on getting the leather straps of her uniform off when you would feel the brush of her fingertips on your sternum. You finally got all the straps unfastened, moving onto unbuttoning her top. Hange had finished unbuttoning your shirt, pushing the sleeves off your shoulders. Her slender fingers left tingling trails as they made their descent down your arms. Trying to ignore her intense stare which was creating a warm pit in your stomach, you finished unbuttoning her own, doing the same and reaching out to pull her white pants and underwear down her thighs. She got the memo to take over and step out of both, helping you do the same. Once you were both undressed, Hange stepped into the tub and sank in, her arms coming out to encourage you to do the same. 

Once you felt the heat of the water soothing your aching muscles, you all but collapsed like a rag doll against the front of Hange’s firm body. Eyes closed and letting out a loud sigh, your head reclined to lean on her shoulder, her arms coming around your waist to tug you more firmly against her. 

“I’m grateful for everything your squad does for us, my love. I just hate that it means you come back so exhausted and in pain,” Hange mumbled against the side of your head, afterwards placing kisses next to your ear. 

“Oh my goodness, Hanz! I didn’t even ask how the expedition went for you, I feel awful! You’re probably just as tired, I’m so sorry. I’m the worst wife ever, don’t hate me!” you rambled, turning your body as you spoke to face Hange with an apologetic expression, sitting criss crossed on her lap now. Your arms came up to wrap around her neck, pulling her down to litter kisses on her cheeks, nose, chin—everywhere except her lips. “You’re the best thing that's ever happened to me, I’m sorry for forgetting! I promise I care about your feelings.”

Hange grabbed your face in her wet hands, the water dripping down your neck. ”Honey! Enough of that, I could never hate you. I’m feeling beat, but I know you’re feeling it so much more than I am. Which means that you deserve to be taken care of tonight by me, which is my favorite thing to do. I know you care about me and my feelings, I can feel that simply from the way you look at me—just how you are now. Those pretty eyes looking at me the same way I’m looking at you.”

The dopey smile on her expression as she spoke made your stomach’s butterflies go crazy.  She smushed your cheeks together with her hands, causing your lips to pucker out. She let out a small giggle before pressing her lips to yours. The kiss was soft, just like this moment. Her lips felt like feathers being run on yours, pulling back ever so slightly before returning instantly as if the kisses were a necessity to live. When your smile was so wide it couldn’t be held back by Hange’s hands still squishing your cheeks, she finally pulled back.

”I love you, Hanj. Now, let me wash your hair how you like,” you brought your hands to the back of her head, pulling the hair tie that held her ponytail, off. Her hair tumbled down her shoulders, the ends dipping into the water. You grabbed the small bowl you kept in the bathtub and filled it with water, about to dump it on her head when you realized her glasses were still on. You pulled them off with an amused smile, ensuring you set them on the small stool near the bath to keep them safe and dry. Returning to the task at hand, you dumped multiple rounds of water on Hange’s head, making sure it was thoroughly wet. The whole time, her eyes were shut with a pleased expression on her face that you couldn’t help but smile at. You grabbed the other soap dedicated to hair care and poured it into your hands, rubbing them together to create suds. Hange had created the substance after you said the generic soap was drying out your hair. 

You were absolutely spoiled.

Your fingers ran through her hair’s strands, focusing on the scalp where you rubbed harder. Hange hummed during the massage, which was usually her favorite part of bathing together. Your attention to detail has always been one of Hange’s favorite traits about you. She knows that you know exactly how rough to be with your scrubbing, the circular motions on the nape of her neck, and your attentiveness to not get any soap in her sensitive eyes when you rinsed the soap out. 

Feeling the last of the water running down her head, she felt your hands wring out her hair of excess water. This was Hange’s sign to open her eyes and watch you wash your own hair, which you were too particular about to have Hange do it. She tended to be rushed with it versus you enjoying taking your time. Instead, Hange’s specialty was how she scrubs your body down with the wash rag and soap, just as she did now. Your hands were busy in your hair, arms up which allowed Hange to run the soapy rag on your shoulders and behind them, softly on your neck and breasts which glistened with soap and water. She tried not to focus on them too much, though it was difficult not to when your head was thrown back, hair clean and no longer soapy, your hands pushing the strands back and wringing the excess water out. You were like a portrait Hange couldn’t stop staring at, mesmerized by its hypnotizing beauty. 

She blinked hard, moving the rag down the rest of your body carefully, not wanting to cause your body more pain. Your eyes opened to stare at her adoringly, loving how gentle she was being as she softly rubbed the fabric over your body.  When she was done, you grabbed the rag from her hold to return the gesture. Before you began, you leaned in to press a sweet kiss to your wife’s lips, her lips quickly reciprocating the quick peck. You pulled back and began to rub the washcloth over her body, slightly rougher than how she did. This was how Hange preferred as she knew you’d always remember. 

Once you were both finally clean and more relaxed, you stood first to step out of the tub and grab the towels you had laid out in preparation. Wrapping yours around your body and tucking the end into the bit you had already wrapped yourself in, you turned and held Hange’s open so she could step into it. She stood and stepped out as you did, letting you wrap the towel around her body and giving her the ends to hold. As she walked to the sink to brush her teeth, you lifted the tub’s drain to release the water. Seeing your uniforms on the floor, you grabbed both and threw them into the respective basket. Afterwards, you walked up next to her and brushed your teeth side by side. Hange finished first, spitting out the paste and letting the sink water run it down the drain, leaving her toothbrush on the edge of the sink. She grabbed your hair comb and began to gently brush through the knots in your hair knowing how sensitive your scalp is. Once she finished there, she combed out her own hair which was usually surprisingly knotless. Again, she left the comb on the edge of the sink. You spit out your paste as well, grabbing yours and Hange’s toothbrushes along with your shared comb and storing them away. You knew Hange could be very forgetful with cleaning up after herself, but you never minded as it made you feel good knowing that you could help her in this way, even if it was small.

Hange had stepped away to change into her pajamas, which consisted of a black t-shirt and underwear. You moved to do the same, changing into a tank top and underwear. You grabbed her discarded towel from the floor, moving to hang both on their respective hooks on the wall.

”Oh geez honey, I’m sorry you’re always cleaning up after me,” Hange said apologetically, her eyebrows furrowed and hand rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment.

”Don’t be silly, Hanj. I love picking up after you. It’s the least I could do compared to everything you do for me,” you smiled at her, bouncing over to stand in front of her. “Now, let's go to bed!”

Knowing what was coming next, Hange’s arms opened up to catch your body she knew was about to launch itself at her. As predicted, you jumped into her arms with your legs wrapping tightly around her waist, your elbows resting on her shoulders and hands on her cheeks as you looked down at your wife. Hange no longer struggled to predict your moves, meaning she didn’t stumble at your body’s sudden actions. Instead, she was able to navigate both of you into the bedroom without looking at her surroundings. Not that she could see anything anyways as your lips began to surround her face, placing sweet kisses all over her face as she smiled bashfully under your attack. 

Walking into the bedroom, Hange playfully threw your body onto your shared bed, laughing at your squeal you let out when you bounced on the bed. She made sure to blow out the lit candles on the bedside table, not missing the vase filled with the flowers she had personally picked for you. She pulled back the covers, sliding under them and next to you. She turned her body to face yours, which was already angled towards her. Hange’s arm reached out to wrap around your waist, pulling you in to press your fronts against each other. 

Your stare was strong, passionate as your eyes locked on hers for a few moments before flicking down to her lips. Taking initiative, Hange pressed her lips against yours softly, kissing you in a way that made your entire body feel lightweight. The overwhelming love you had towards her took over, causing you to press your lips harder against hers, turning your head slightly to deepen the kiss. Hange spent no time reciprocating the intensity, turning her head in the opposite direction and allowing her lips to part open, her tongue poking out to softly run over your bottom lip. You moaned at the feeling, allowing Hange to take advantage and slip her tongue into your mouth. You felt her tongue running over your lips and your teeth before finally meeting your own tongue. Her hand which once rested against your waist had trailed down to rest on your ass, taking a moment to squeeze and rub over the flesh and revel in the soft groan you let against her mouth out at the feeling. 

You panted at the feeling of her hand massaging your ass continuing its descent toward your inner thighs from the back. Her hand would squeeze before roughly dragging down, her fingertips just barely grazing between your thighs. Her other hand was holding your jaw firmly, not letting your mouth escape her fervent kisses even when your lips remained open from your heavy breathing. Her merciful mouth eventually moved downward, trailing wet, hot kisses down your neck. She pulled back only for a moment with hazy eyes and a voice that dripped with lust.

“Shh, my love. Let me take care of you.”

Pain radiated through your muscles at the slightest movement. The bouncing of your body on your horse caused sharp aches that you knew you’d be feeling for the next couple days. Your eyes burned from lack of sleep, titan blood mixed with the sweat that dripped down your forehead not helping your case as it dripped near your eyes. Looking to your left, Petra was practically slumped on her stallion, head turned away from you. On your right, Oulo’s usually constipated expression looked more strained than usual. This expedition had really knocked your squad on their ass.

Ahead of you, Captain Levi appeared to be completely composed as usual. But you and your squad mates knew better. His usually perfect posture was slightly hunched in, no doubt feeling the effects from the titan massacre you all had embarked on. You were sure that the other squads were experiencing the same.

Your blurry eyesight was able to focus on the headquarters coming up. Your joints practically screamed at the thought of climbing up the stairs to you and your wife’s personal quarters. Shit, why’d Hange’s title have to come with a room on the upper levels? Not that you were complaining of how much more luxurious it is compared to the cramped rooms and communal bathrooms the other Scouts—and previously you—had to suffer with. 

Your squad seemed to be the first to arrive at HQ, the other squads most likely not far behind. Usually, this would cause a stir in your stomach at the thought of something potentially having gone wrong during the expedition. However, you personally saw Hange before the order to withdraw was given, so you were at ease. 

You all led your horses to the stables, where lower rank Scouts were waiting to escort your companions to their designated quarters. Your muscles felt like they were being torn as you swung your leg off the stallion, landing on your feet and hanging the reins over to the waiting young man.

Your squad walked in silence, dispersing once you entered through the doors of HQ. Despite the burning in your quads and calves, you hauled your body upstairs, eager to wash the sweat, grime, and titan guts off your body. Walking down the hallway, you heard footsteps behind you, no doubt Captain Levi eager to retreat to his bedroom and sleep the day off. Once you got to your shared quarters, Levi kept walking as his room was located further down the hall.

“Goodnight, Captain,” your voice was able to croak out behind him.

”Goodnight,” he called out without looking back at you before he paused his steps. “Has Hange made it back yet?” he asked.

”Not yet, but I saw her before we withdrew. I expect she’ll be here soon.”

He turned his head in your direction, sending you a nod and continuing his walk. You knew the Captain had a soft spot for Hange, so his concern was both expected yet endearing to you. 

Entering the room, you kicked off your filthy boots, placing them near the door to avoid spreading titan remains throughout Hange’s office which you’d recently cleaned. Afterward, you walked straight toward the bathroom to begin running the bath water. You made sure to take advantage of the hot water that superiors were supplied with, turning the knobs all the way. As the water began to fill the porcelain tub, steam was fogging up the bathroom. You made sure to leave the door to the bathroom open, both to avoid suffocating yourself and to make sure Hange knew where you’d be once she arrived. 

You removed your jacket, tossing it into a basket you used to collect dirty laundry, which you were in charge of washing of course. You took a moment to splash cold water from the sink onto your face to clean off the titan blood, clearing your vision simultaneously. Letting the bath water continue running, you walked across the office toward the actual bedroom, turning the knob and opening the door only to be met with what looked like a small bouquet of flowers laid on the bed. You definitely didn’t notice those after you made the bed this morning. Walking toward them, you picked up the bouquet with a smile and saw it was an assortment of flowers, your favorites in the bunch. There was a small note attached, and you opened it to find Hange’s messy scrawl.

’Hi Beautiful,

I know this expedition is going to be rough on you, so I wanted to have a pick-me-up waiting for you once you got back. Y’know, other than me of course. Hope you love the flowers, I picked them myself!

Love,

Hange’

Smiling hard at the note, you pressed a kiss to the paper, walking to your closet to place it in a box which was overflowing with notes and letters Hange had written to you. You noticed a vase filled with water on the bedside drawer, impressed yet not surprised that Hange had planned far ahead enough. You carefully placed the flowers in the water, grinning at how pretty they were and how grateful you are to have such a detail oriented partner. Your thoughts were interrupted by boots hitting the floor and said partner’s voice calling out, “Love, I’m back!”

You ignored the pain shooting through your arms as you ran out of the room and straight towards Hange, your arms reaching out to wrap around her neck as you jumped into her waiting embrace. She eagerly wrapped her arms around your waist, catching you easily and swinging your dangling body side to side just to hear that little laugh you’d always let out, just as you did now. She laughed as well, your giggles clearly contagious to her.

”I’m so relieved to see you, my love. You looked exhausted before we retreated. Are you feeling okay?” she asked, placing you back on the floor and moving her hands to cup your face delicately, using her grasp to turn your head and inspect you for injuries. You could feel the cold of her wedding band pressing into your cheek. Her gaze was intense as it always was after you’d come back from expeditions, eyebrows furrowed and lips pinched in concentration.

”I feel like a titan stomped on my body, Hanj. I just want to take a bath and go to sleep,” you answered, eyes following her gaze shifting all over your face.

Hange pursed her lips before her arms pulled you back into her embrace, one of her hands finding its way around your waist, the other holding the back on your head and pressing it into her shoulder. You turned your face to the side and let her squeeze you tightly to her body. You felt her lips press to your hairline, giving you a sweet kiss. She kept her lips there as she muttered teasingly, “Your hair smells like titan smoke, honey. Maybe that bath is a good idea.”

You immediately pulled back from the hug, narrowing your eyes at her before you jokingly let out a ‘tch,’ turning away to walk to the bathroom. You felt her following behind you when you suddenly heard a smack and felt a sharp pain on your ass where she had just swatted. Your body jumped, head turning to look back at her as you rubbed over the spot before you yelled out, “Hange!” 

“You’re turning into Levi with that ‘tch!’ I’m going to have to tell him to stop influencing you so much,” she smiled as she spoke, clearly finding amusement in your annoyance. 

Ignoring her comment, you stepped into the bathroom where the bathtub was filled enough for both of you to fit without overflowing. Turning off the water, you heard Hange’s jacket drop onto the floor. You took the time to add a bit of soap to the water; lavender scented, a gift from Hange when you told her you hated the generic soap you all were provided with. You turned back to see her watching you, waiting. 

You let her step into your space, her hands coming up to undo the straps of your uniform. You reached up to do the same, both of you working in silence. Once yours were off, Hange began undoing the buttons of your top. It was hard to concentrate on getting the leather straps of her uniform off when you would feel the brush of her fingertips on your sternum. You finally got all the straps unfastened, moving onto unbuttoning her top. Hange had finished unbuttoning your shirt, pushing the sleeves off your shoulders. Her slender fingers left tingling trails as they made their descent down your arms. Trying to ignore her intense stare which was creating a warm pit in your stomach, you finished unbuttoning her own, doing the same and reaching out to pull her white pants and underwear down her thighs. She got the memo to take over and step out of both, helping you do the same. Once you were both undressed, Hange stepped into the tub and sank in, her arms coming out to encourage you to do the same. 

Once you felt the heat of the water soothing your aching muscles, you all but collapsed like a rag doll against the front of Hange’s firm body. Eyes closed and letting out a loud sigh, your head reclined to lean on her shoulder, her arms coming around your waist to tug you more firmly against her. 

“I’m grateful for everything your squad does for us, my love. I just hate that it means you come back so exhausted and in pain,” Hange mumbled against the side of your head, afterwards placing kisses next to your ear. 

“Oh my goodness, Hanz! I didn’t even ask how the expedition went for you, I feel awful! You’re probably just as tired, I’m so sorry. I’m the worst wife ever, don’t hate me!” you rambled, turning your body as you spoke to face Hange with an apologetic expression, sitting criss crossed on her lap now. Your arms came up to wrap around her neck, pulling her down to litter kisses on her cheeks, nose, chin—everywhere except her lips. “You’re the best thing that's ever happened to me, I’m sorry for forgetting! I promise I care about your feelings.”

Hange grabbed your face in her wet hands, the water dripping down your neck. ”Honey! Enough of that, I could never hate you. I’m feeling beat, but I know you’re feeling it so much more than I am. Which means that you deserve to be taken care of tonight by me, which is my favorite thing to do. I know you care about me and my feelings, I can feel that simply from the way you look at me—just how you are now. Those pretty eyes looking at me the same way I’m looking at you.”

The dopey smile on her expression as she spoke made your stomach’s butterflies go crazy.  She smushed your cheeks together with her hands, causing your lips to pucker out. She let out a small giggle before pressing her lips to yours. The kiss was soft, just like this moment. Her lips felt like feathers being run on yours, pulling back ever so slightly before returning instantly as if the kisses were a necessity to live. When your smile was so wide it couldn’t be held back by Hange’s hands still squishing your cheeks, she finally pulled back.

”I love you, Hanj. Now, let me wash your hair how you like,” you brought your hands to the back of her head, pulling the hair tie that held her ponytail, off. Her hair tumbled down her shoulders, the ends dipping into the water. You grabbed the small bowl you kept in the bathtub and filled it with water, about to dump it on her head when you realized her glasses were still on. You pulled them off with an amused smile, ensuring you set them on the small stool near the bath to keep them safe and dry. Returning to the task at hand, you dumped multiple rounds of water on Hange’s head, making sure it was thoroughly wet. The whole time, her eyes were shut with a pleased expression on her face that you couldn’t help but smile at. You grabbed the other soap dedicated to hair care and poured it into your hands, rubbing them together to create suds. Hange had created the substance after you said the generic soap was drying out your hair. 

You were absolutely spoiled.

Your fingers ran through her hair’s strands, focusing on the scalp where you rubbed harder. Hange hummed during the massage, which was usually her favorite part of bathing together. Your attention to detail has always been one of Hange’s favorite traits about you. She knows that you know exactly how rough to be with your scrubbing, the circular motions on the nape of her neck, and your attentiveness to not get any soap in her sensitive eyes when you rinsed the soap out. 

Feeling the last of the water running down her head, she felt your hands wring out her hair of excess water. This was Hange’s sign to open her eyes and watch you wash your own hair, which you were too particular about to have Hange do it. She tended to be rushed with it versus you enjoying taking your time. Instead, Hange’s specialty was how she scrubs your body down with the wash rag and soap, just as she did now. Your hands were busy in your hair, arms up which allowed Hange to run the soapy rag on your shoulders and behind them, softly on your neck and breasts which glistened with soap and water. She tried not to focus on them too much, though it was difficult not to when your head was thrown back, hair clean and no longer soapy, your hands pushing the strands back and wringing the excess water out. You were like a portrait Hange couldn’t stop staring at, mesmerized by its hypnotizing beauty. 

She blinked hard, moving the rag down the rest of your body carefully, not wanting to cause your body more pain. Your eyes opened to stare at her adoringly, loving how gentle she was being as she softly rubbed the fabric over your body.  When she was done, you grabbed the rag from her hold to return the gesture. Before you began, you leaned in to press a sweet kiss to your wife’s lips, her lips quickly reciprocating the quick peck. You pulled back and began to rub the washcloth over her body, slightly rougher than how she did. This was how Hange preferred as she knew you’d always remember. 

Once you were both finally clean and more relaxed, you stood first to step out of the tub and grab the towels you had laid out in preparation. Wrapping yours around your body and tucking the end into the bit you had already wrapped yourself in, you turned and held Hange’s open so she could step into it. She stood and stepped out as you did, letting you wrap the towel around her body and giving her the ends to hold. As she walked to the sink to brush her teeth, you lifted the tub’s drain to release the water. Seeing your uniforms on the floor, you grabbed both and threw them into the respective basket. Afterwards, you walked up next to her and brushed your teeth side by side. Hange finished first, spitting out the paste and letting the sink water run it down the drain, leaving her toothbrush on the edge of the sink. She grabbed your hair comb and began to gently brush through the knots in your hair knowing how sensitive your scalp is. Once she finished there, she combed out her own hair which was usually surprisingly knotless. Again, she left the comb on the edge of the sink. You spit out your paste as well, grabbing yours and Hange’s toothbrushes along with your shared comb and storing them away. You knew Hange could be very forgetful with cleaning up after herself, but you never minded as it made you feel good knowing that you could help her in this way, even if it was small.

Hange had stepped away to change into her pajamas, which consisted of a black t-shirt and underwear. You moved to do the same, changing into a tank top and underwear. You grabbed her discarded towel from the floor, moving to hang both on their respective hooks on the wall.

”Oh geez honey, I’m sorry you’re always cleaning up after me,” Hange said apologetically, her eyebrows furrowed and hand rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment.

”Don’t be silly, Hanj. I love picking up after you. It’s the least I could do compared to everything you do for me,” you smiled at her, bouncing over to stand in front of her. “Now, let's go to bed!”

Knowing what was coming next, Hange’s arms opened up to catch your body she knew was about to launch itself at her. As predicted, you jumped into her arms with your legs wrapping tightly around her waist, your elbows resting on her shoulders and hands on her cheeks as you looked down at your wife. Hange no longer struggled to predict your moves, meaning she didn’t stumble at your body’s sudden actions. Instead, she was able to navigate both of you into the bedroom without looking at her surroundings. Not that she could see anything anyways as your lips began to surround her face, placing sweet kisses all over her face as she smiled bashfully under your attack. 

Walking into the bedroom, Hange playfully threw your body onto your shared bed, laughing at your squeal you let out when you bounced on the bed. She made sure to blow out the lit candles on the bedside table, not missing the vase filled with the flowers she had personally picked for you. She pulled back the covers, sliding under them and next to you. She turned her body to face yours, which was already angled towards her. Hange’s arm reached out to wrap around your waist, pulling you in to press your fronts against each other. 

Your stare was strong, passionate as your eyes locked on hers for a few moments before flicking down to her lips. Taking initiative, Hange pressed her lips against yours softly, kissing you in a way that made your entire body feel lightweight. The overwhelming love you had towards her took over, causing you to press your lips harder against hers, turning your head slightly to deepen the kiss. Hange spent no time reciprocating the intensity, turning her head in the opposite direction and allowing her lips to part open, her tongue poking out to softly run over your bottom lip. You moaned at the feeling, allowing Hange to take advantage and slip her tongue into your mouth. You felt her tongue running over your lips and your teeth before finally meeting your own tongue. Her hand which once rested against your waist had trailed down to rest on your ass, taking a moment to squeeze and rub over the flesh and revel in the soft groan you let against her mouth out at the feeling. 

You panted at the feeling of her hand massaging your ass continuing its descent toward your inner thighs from the back. Her hand would squeeze before roughly dragging down, her fingertips just barely grazing between your thighs. Her other hand was holding your jaw firmly, not letting your mouth escape her fervent kisses even when your lips remained open from your heavy breathing. Her merciful mouth eventually moved downward, trailing wet, hot kisses down your neck. She pulled back only for a moment with hazy eyes and a voice that dripped with lust.

“Shh, my love. Let me take care of you.”

[bebecitanati]

the captain’s wife

levi ackerman x wife!fem!ackerman!reader

summary : you’re the scout’s 3rd squad leader. an ex-member of Captain Levi’s Special-Ops squad. recruited by chief shadis to assist him in training the 104th cadets in their final training year, you and the cadets form a meaningful relationship. not meaningful enough to tell them you’re married to Captain Levi, though.

warnings : not proofread, we die like erwin. annie is a scout cause i said so. prob some inaccuracies whoops. lwk ooc levi, nothing crazy.

wc : 4.3k

The sunlight poking through the curtains shielding the window of your abnormally dark bedroom. The sound of birds chirping, their call to humanity, telling them that day has come. A shiver running down your spine, a sign that your covers have fallen off your body. The lack of warmth that usually radiated from your husband’s body, gone. 

A hand on your shoulder shaking your body, a deep voice calling your name.

”Wake up. You’re going to be late on your first day if you don’t get up now.”

Ignoring the voice of your obviously and usually irritated husband, you let the pillows consume you in their comfort, body falling back into the dark abyss that was sleep.

Just like a titan’s scream, your husband’s voice calling your name in an attempt to wake you up sends a feeling of dread throughout your body.

”I swear on these damn walls, I am never agreeing to wake you up again. Quit ignoring me and get up!”

Your eyes shot open, immediately and blurringly locking in on grey-blue irises. Pissed off, as usual.

”Finally! Don’t even look at me like that, you’re the one who asked me to wake you up when I did. I even let you sleep in for a bit. Your uniform is laid out for you, and I brought your breakfast here. Now hurry up and get in the shower while the water is still warm.”

Irritation instantly disappearing at his words, you sent Levi a small, sleepy smile. Your eyes could barely focus, but it was enough to make out his form sitting on the bed above you. As you do every morning, you open your arms out to him, feeling sluggish and craving his warmth. Sighing defeatedly, he grabbed you by the underarms, effortlessly pulling your body upward and towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist once you were pressed against him, your own arms wrapping around his shoulders. Head pressing against his, your face angled to rest on his shoulder, groggily voice telling him good morning.

“I’m sure you’re having a good morning. You didn’t have to poke the sleeping bear,” Levi huffed and rubbed your back, but you knew his words didn’t hold any animosity. 

“I always have a good morning when it starts by your side, love,” you responded, turning your head to press a kiss against his cheek.

He simply sends you a small “tch” before releasing you, allowing you to stand from the bed and stretch, walking towards your shared bathroom to have a quick shower. You can hear Levi shaking the covers as you shut the door, clearly having been anxious to do the bed. 

This morning, you had to get up earlier than usual in order to head to Trost, base of where the 104th cadets were training. Chief Shadis had personally asked you to assist him in his final year of training these specific cadets in the South division, hoping that having a squad leader’s presence and expertise would somehow snap them into shape. According to him, this group of cadets showed promising potential for possible new members of the Survey Corps, and he wants an actual Scout to instill drive and raise the number of new Scout recruits. 

Showering quickly, you dressed in the neatly laid out uniform, courtesy of your husband of a year. Married couples were a rarity throughout the Scout Regiment, with most couples keeping their relationship under wraps, yours included. Most people found it idiotic and selfish to commit yourself to a person when the possibility of death was so prevalent. However, this didn’t stop couples from forming within the Scouts, the luckier ones taking it a step further and committing themselves to each other on another level. As corny as it sounds, it seems like love was enough to ignore all odds, not allowing yourselves to become consumed by the fear of losing your significant other. 

With these thoughts swirling in your head, you stepped out fully dressed in your uniform, looking around and seeing the empty bedroom. You quickly combed out your wet hair, settling on a simple updo to keep your hair out of your face, using a fancy contraption that Levi had bought you as a gift during one of his journeys within Wall Sina. A ‘big hair clip’ he had called it.

Walking out and into Levi’s office, you spotted him sitting at his desk sipping his usual black tea, your breakfast across from him with a chair pulled up for you. You chatted quietly about your plans for the day, with you carrying most of the conversation meanwhile Levi’s intense stare focused on you, listening intently. With a soft kiss goodbye, you left his office and headed for your own, grabbing some final items before making your way down and outside, greeting anyone who walked by you with a smile. Once you made it outside, it shocked you to see your horse waiting for you, smiling and shaking your head in a mental thanks to Levi. 

Once you made it onto the training grounds, you met with Chief Shadis to go over the plans for the day, and for the remaining year. You were to attend all physical training with the cadets, including hand-to-hand combat, ODM training, and conditioning. You and Shadis rode horseback to meet the cadets, all lined up, saluting, anticipating the man’s arrival. 

“Attention!” Shadis yelled out once you stopped in front of the cadets, introducing you by your first name, followed by, “She’s 3rd squad leader of the Survey Corps, former member of Captain Levi’s Special Ops squad. She’ll be helping me oversee you cadets this final year. Any and all that have questions regarding the Scout Regiment may direct them to her. Lastly, you will treat her with respect, understood?” 

“Yes, sir!” they all responded.

Shadis then proceeded to inform the group that they’d be starting with hand-to-hand combat this morning. You peered at the group of cadets, trying to gauge their expressions. Your eye was caught by a boy at the front of the line up. Young, turquoise eyes filled with anticipation, shifting slightly to look at the taller, sandy haired boy next to him. Making a mental note, you and Shadis began to ride toward the area you’d be training at, the cadets following behind. Your heightened hearing was able to pick up on the conversations happening around you;

”Looks like your dream came true Eren, you finally have someone to ask all your lunatic questions to!”

”Don’t think I didn’t see you checking her out, horse face. You almost started neighing when she looked at us.”

”Guys, keep it down! I heard she has super hearing or something, don’t let her hear you guys talking about her like that.”

”Are you serious, Armin? No way she-“

”Attention!” you called out once you got to the field, hopping off your horse, not looking back at the cadets. “Before beginning any training, I want to see the level you’re all at currently. Commandant has already gone through your ranks with me, but I want to see your skills for myself.” You turned, arms behind your back, looking into the small crowd. 

“You both—state your names!” You looked at the two boys from earlier who obviously hoped this was a coincidence you chose them both and not that you had overheard their conversation, based on the look on their faces. The one with turquoise eyes shouted first, voice slightly wavering, “Eren Yeager, ma’am!”

”Jean Kirstein, ma’am!” The taller one shouted, cockiness radiating from his stance.

”Both of you, step forward!” you commanded, “I want to see a clean, fair fight. No horsing around, got it?” you smirked, confirming even further that you had most definitely overheard them. You heard snickers in the audience at your choice of words. Without turning your head, you saw the sounds coming from a silver haired boy, and a tall, burly, blonde one from your peripheral. “You two! You’re up next. Hope you’ll find it amusing as well.”

Silence followed, only interrupted by the first swing coming from Eren, who seemed to yell and grunt anytime he made any sort of movement. Jean blocks the swing and swiftly punches Eren in the stomach, who hunches over holding his abdomen. Jean takes advantage to swing at his face, uppercutting him. You can see blood fly out of Eren’s nose. You can hear a small, “Eren!” come from a small, dark haired girl in the front of the crowd. 

“You piece of shit!” Eren spits, lunging at Jean and tackling him to the ground. They begin to roll around in the dirt, swinging blindly at each other. Shadis keeps quiet, knowing you’ll intervene. You allow the dirty fighting to continue for a minute, before you walk up to the pair, both pausing at the sight of your boot clad feet in front of them. Stunned, they pause their swinging. You grab the backs of their jackets, effortlessly lifting both upright roughly, causing them to stumble once on their feet. 

“It seems you both misheard me. I did say no horsing around, did I not?” 

“Yes ma’am!” they both shout breathlessly, clearly tired and embarrassed. 

“Right, so what part of that translated into beating each other like idiots?” you calmly questioned. Neither responded, only looking down bashfully. 

“Laps until sundown, both of you.”

The day passed by quickly, and before you knew it, the sun had set and you were at the mess hall dining with the cadets. Loud conversation flowed around you, but did not include you. You weren’t surprised, considering the cadets generally had a scared and constipated expression on their face when barely looking in your direction. 

‘Wow, Levi would be proud of me right about now,’ you thought, a small smile on your face as you looked down at the despicable food. 

“Um, enjoying the food?” you hear someone say, followed by your name. Looking up, you realize it was Sasha Braus, an unusually hungry girl whom you’ve overheard finding a way to bring up food in most conversations she has. 

“Not really, tastes like shredded paper soaked in milk,” you responded casually, bringing a spoonful of the supposed porridge up to your lips.

Sasha took your words as an invitation to begin talking about food. She asked whether you had tried meat before, what type of food they served at the Survey Corp’s headquarters, and began ranting on about the food she’d eat at her home village. She was cut off by Mikasa, a young girl who you suspected shared similar qualities as you, addressing you and asking a question.

”Why do we have to train in hand-to-hand combat? How does that help us against fighting titans?”

You noticed some of the cadets quiet down, clearly listening closely for your answer. You responded plainly, “It doesn’t help you fight the actual titans, but it helps develop skills that will be useful in fighting titans. Learning to be quick on your feet, respond quickly, and avoid swings at you is useful, isn't it?” 

You didn't wait for them to respond before continuing, “Plus, as a woman, there'll come a point in your life when you find yourself needing to defend yourself against someone stronger than you. By the end of this year, I need you all to be capable of defending yourselves against anyone and anything. Understood?”

Sasha and Mikasa were looking at you with stunned expressions, not having expected that response. However, both nodded with a determined look in their eyes. You made eye contact with Annie, a quiet yet aggressively strong girl. She quickly shifted her gaze, focusing on her food instead with tightened lips. You had a feeling your words were hitting deep with some of the girls. 

“Besides,” you added with a giggle, “It’s kind of funny watching Mikasa and Annie handling your asses every time.”

After that first day, the cadets seemed to have grown trustful of you, realizing that you weren’t as stoic and serious as they had imagined. You were just a no-bullshit kind of person, which they respected. After the first couple of weeks, you realized that staying in Trost’s southern training base was a smarter idea than traveling back and forth every night back to HQ. Though he didn’t like the idea of sleeping without you for five days a week, Levi realized that it was better than you traveling at night everyday. He knows you’re more than capable of defending yourself, but it still makes him feel uneasy. At least you were able to visit him on the weekends, which didn’t go unnoticed by the cadets, who wondered why you always declined to join them in the city on the weekend, though they chalked it up to you wanting to spend time with your fellow Scouts. 

Faster than you imagined, a year went by and the cadets were attending their graduating ceremony. Commander Erwin and Chief Shadis had personally invited you to attend the ceremony, seeing as though this past year had made a great impact on the group of cadets you had assisted in training, according to Shadis. Though you were too humble to take the praise, both men had congratulated you on training your cadets hard enough for them to take up all the spots in the top ten. You watched proudly as most of them chose to join the Survey Corps, meaning your goal had been accomplished. 

A couple of months went by with the new recruits officially donning the title of Scouts. Much to their dismay, you had a lot less time to spend with them due to going back to training with your squad. Despite this, they still made the attempt to spend time with you during mealtimes. This greatly annoyed Levi like every other thing, as he felt your time with him was divided so small compared to the time spent on your duties. He would roll his eyes when he heard the cadets calling your name as soon as you walked into the mess hall, and he’d narrow his eyes when you’d look at him with a grimace, knowing you were about to “abandon him” as he put it. 

“Captain Levi always looks so rejected when you come sit with us. He must miss having you on his Special-Ops squad, huh?” Connie asked as you sat down, scooting over so you could sit between him and Sasha. 

“Sure, Connie,” you snickered, thinking about how Levi missed you in more ways than they could imagine.

You heard your name being spoken in a question, “Are you coming with us to Trost for the festival tomorrow? It’s supposed to be really nice this time of year,” Armin spoke.

You took a bite of your bread before responding, “I’m not sure if I’ll have plans already, I’ll have to ask my husband—“

”YOUR WHAT?!” 

“You have a husband! Since when?!”

”Who is he? How could you not tell us until now?”

”You’re married?!”

The last question got Mikasa to slam her elbow into Eren’s ribs, causing him to shout. Realizing your mistake and the curious eyes looking toward your table, you attempted to swallow your bread with your now dry throat, grabbing your water to wash it down. Ignoring the bombardment of questions and looking around to see who had overheard, you thanked the walls that most of the people around your table already knew of your relationship. Levi’s Special-Ops squad, Hange and Moblit, your own squad, and some stragglers who you prayed to didn't care about your conversation.

”Well, I’ve been married for about a year. To whom? I’m not telling you, so don’t ask,” you finalized in a serious tone, grabbing your plate and placing it in front of Sasha who immediately seemed to forget about the topic of conversation. Standing, you walked out, ignoring the shouts coming from behind you. 

You quickly made the walk to your personal office, thankful that today you didn’t have any scheduled training with your squad. Instead, you’d be spending the day doing paperwork with Levi. Your ears picked up the sound of footsteps walking to your office and you readied your voice to shout at the nosy teenagers. You were relieved to see your husband entering your office, shutting the door behind him. 

“So, I take it your friends know we’re more than just ex-squad mates?” he asks, walking over to your desk, taking a seat opposite of you. Anyone else would think that his tone indicated anger, but you knew he was slightly amused.

”It’s not funny, Levi. It totally just slipped out! I know there’s nothing wrong with being married, but I don’t want them to treat me differently now that they know,” you confessed, meeting his now confused gaze. You find it endearing how his face tends to freely show his emotions only in your presence.

“Why would they treat you differently just because you’re married?” he asked, not understanding your thought process.

”Well…they won’t see me as tough anymore,” you muttered out, immediately cringing at the choice of words, knowing Levi was going to have a field day.

”They saw you as tough?” 

His emphasis on the word ‘you’ didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Of course they did!….right?” you doubted your words now.

”Right, of course. No doubt about it,” he answered teasingly, lips very slightly upturned now. He stood from his seat, coming around to your side of the desk, forcing you to look up at him.

”Levi, you’re being mean,” you furrowed your eyebrows, casting your eyes down in slight irritation.

”I’m sorry, love. I’m just teasing you,” he paused to grab you by your underarms, lifting you to sit on the desk, ignoring your yelp at the sudden movement. “Of course they saw you as tough as you really are. But I fail to see how they’ll see you any differently now.”

You allowed him to step between your parted legs, still looking down and avoiding his intense stare. Your voice was small as you spoke, “I just feel like they’re going to think of me the same way other people think of married Scouts. As stupid, or an idiot. They don’t know it’s you I'm married to. I’m confident in myself and my abilities as a Scout, but sometimes I do wonder if people look at us and think “Really, them two?”” you finished. You were embarrassed at your self deprecating thoughts. You felt cold fingers press against your chin, lifting your face up to meet Levi’s stare. 

His steel grey eyes shifted back and forth from yours for a couple seconds. 

“Levi?”

His lips finally parted, “You seriously think people are going to think that of you? What do you think they’ll think about me?” he asked, his tone incredulous. “I’m the hard ass who married you. You; you’re patient, you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, both physically and mentally. Those brats look up to you, you’re so incredible. You really think they’re going to think any less of you?”

”Levi—“

”Wait,” he cut you off, moving his fingers to press against your lips, effectively shutting you up. “If you’re a married idiot in love, so am I. What does that make us?”

He removed his fingers from your lips, instead using them to push your loose hair behind your ear. His stare was so intense, you felt warmth spread in every nerve throughout your body. 

“I don’t think I’ve heard you speak so much since we said our vows. Do you think it’s possible to divorce just so we could get married again?”

The next morning, the 104th recruits gathered together in preparation to head to Trost for the festival. They were standing outside Hange’s office, Eren’s fist coming up to knock on the door. 

It took a couple seconds for Hange to open the door, their erratic eyes widening at the crowd outside their office. 

“Hi friends, what can I do for you? Did you all come to join me in my studies on how Titan teeth are strangely similar to our own? Eren! Can I pull a tooth or two for research purposes?” they quickly spoke. Eren’s eyes widened at Hange’s question, his lips immediately sealing shut to hide his teeth.

”Section-Commander, we were wondering if you could point us to the 3rd squad leader’s room? We wanted to invite her and her…husband to the festival in case they don’t have plans,” Armin spoke up, voice pausing before the word ‘husband’. 

Hange paused before cackling, catching the former cadets off guard and causing them to lean back in fear. 

“Oh sure! All the way down the hall, the last door. Come back and let me know how it goes!” they laugh manically before slamming the door shut.

”Damnit Armin, you were supposed to ask Hange if they know who her husband is!” Connie whisper-shouted. 

“It’s obviously one of her squad members, dingus! We’ve already established that’s why she left the Special-Ops squad. You were supposed to confirm which one of them!” Jean whisper-shouted back.

“Hey Jeanboy, I didn’t hear you step in to ask. Why’s that?” Eren was quick to throw the question.

”Why didn’t you, toothless?” Jean snapped back.

”Enough! Let’s just hurry up and go ask if she wants to come. The food stands are probably empty by now,” Sasha said the last part sadly.

”Sasha, it’s 8 in the morning. The stands aren’t even up yet,” Mikasa responded.

The group bickered the whole way down the hall, stopping in front of the door that supposedly was your quarters.

Connie knocked on the door, only to be met with no response after a minute. 

“Knock again!” Armin demanded.

Connie knocked a second time, waiting for a response. When none came, they looked at each other.

”Do we go in anyway? Technically, it’ll be the office we’re entering, not her personal room,” Reiner chimed in. 

“Good point! Annie, you’re up. You know she has a soft spot for you,” Bertholdt smirked, shoving Annie to the front of the group before she could protest. 

Just as Annie placed her hand on the handle, Mikasa spoke up, “Wait, Annie—“ 

Before she could finish, the door swung open unexpectedly, leaving the group to become frozen in fear when they realized it was not you on the other side of the door, but Captain Levi himself.

All in his bed head and shirtless glory.

”C-Captain! We apologize, w-we have the wrong door! We’re looking for—“ Annie was quickly cut off.

”Do you brats realize what time it is? Who the hell could you possibly be attempting to bother right now,” the Captain seethed, staring at them with a look they had never seen before. It was a mix of tiredness and a level of anger they hadn’t quite experienced yet. However, it could be explained by the fact that it was one of the two days he’s able to sleep in, and they were clearly interrupting that.

They all stood there like goldfish, mouths opening and closing with no words coming out. Mikasa was the first one to snap out of it, saying your name. “We’re looking for her to invite her to the festival again. We’re sorry about interrupting your sleep, C-Captain. Could you point us to her room?”

The Captain lifted his right hand to his face, thumb and middle finger pressing to his now shut eyelids. It was then that they noticed the gleam of a gold band on his ring finger. His eyes quickly opened once more, alert and awake now.

“You’re lucky I don’t kick every single one of your asses right now.” Not taking his eyes off of the teenagers, he raised his voice and called out your name.

Every single one felt their hearts stop at the realization. Holy shit—

“Levi? What’s wrong, baby?” they heard your voice respond. 

Their knees were shaking at this point.

”Your children are here to invite you to that damn festival again.”

”My…what?!” you asked, confused. Your presence suddenly appeared far behind Levi, having barely taken a couple steps towards the door when you saw your former cadets staring at you with faces looking like they had just shit themselves. 

“Oh, good morning everyone!” you smiled widely, walking up to the doorway, standing next to Levi clad in your long robe, crossing your arms over your chest. This allowed your right hand to face the crowd, where they could see a matching gold band on your ring finger.

Annie stuttered out your name, “W-we just came to invite you—well, you and your—you and C-Captain Levi to the festival again. I-In case you didn’t h-have plans after—after all.” 

The Captain didn’t turn his head, but his eyes shifted sideways to look at you. Immediately, Annie locked her gaze on you, and you only. 

“Aw, how sweet of you all! I—“ you paused to elbow Levi lightly in an attempt to forcibly change the look on his face, feeling his glare on you, “We appreciate the invite. However, I think we’re just going to stay in today, thank you,” you smiled both at them and Levi once you noticed his harsh look softened slightly as a wordless ‘thank you’. 

Awkwardly, Armin voiced, “O-oh! Okay, w-we’ll see you guys later then!” before looking at the group. They were all staring at the two in the doorway with stiff smiles and hunched shoulders. 

“No, you won’t,” Levi spoke coldly, slamming the door shut in their faces. 

They could hear your voice laughingly yell, “Levi!” before they heard a yelp and giggles follow.

The group immediately ran back down the hallway before they traumatized themselves further, the ruckus causing Hange to poke their head out to scream and cackle.

”Holy shit, you should look at your faces!”

[bebecitanati]

a chance

johnny storm x fem!reader

summary : you’re the fantastic four’s primary care doctor, working with them to ensure their best health. although you work closely with them, you don’t allow yourself to cross that line of unprofessional. until, johnny storm makes you cross that line.

warnings : SMUT (18+), p in v, no description of body proportions, use of pet names, cursing, alcohol consumption, no use of y/n

wc : 7.6k

“Good morning, Reed!” your cheerful, yet quiet voice called out to the older man. “Come take a seat.” Motioning to the cushioned examination seat in your office, you quickly turned toward the blood pressure machine.

”Good morning, Doc,” he greeted back, addressing you by your title, “How’s your morning been so far?”

He took a seat in the examination chair, already extending his arm out for you to slide and tighten the blood pressure cuff on him. You gave him a small smile, appreciating his readiness.

”It's been decent so far, thanks for asking. What about you?” you continued the small talk, thankful for the blood pressure cuff’s quick readings beeping back at you. 

Small talk is the worst.

”It’s been good, thanks. I’ve been meaning to ask if you decided whether or not you’d be attending tonight’s gala? You know Sue would love to have you there.”

Keeping your eyes down onto the readings your monitor was giving you, writing them onto your notepad quickly, you mumbled, “Haven’t really had time to think about it, sorry Reed.”

”Well, I feel you on that. I’ve been busy too but,” you tore the cuff off of his arm, motioning for him to stand by the height scale, “Have to be there,” he sighed, getting up and following your directions. 

You simply hummed, writing down his height. Once you finished getting his other basic vitals, you spoke.

”You can send in the next person. Thank you, Reed.”

He nodded, opening the door to leave, but not before saying, “I hope we’ll see you there for your first gala tonight, Doc.”

Not looking back up but rather focusing on cleaning the room, you heard the click of the door closing. Sighing, you put your glasses on in order to type Reed’s vitals into your tracking spreadsheet. Your eyes had been experiencing some pain due to constant strain.

You’d been hired to work for the Fantastic Four shortly after their extraterrestrial transformation, seeing as though they needed a doctor to be constantly on top of their health. You’d been recruited by Reed, as you were his original primary care physician before their newfound powers came into play.

You’d graduated top of your residency from Johns Hopkins and quickly became one of the most well-known female physicians in the medical field. Because you were the only woman at the time who was board certified in Internal Medicine and Obstetrics and Gynecology, Reed knew you’d have the capability of treating his team, especially Sue since they were actively trying for a child. 

2 years later, here you were, still working in the Baxter Building.

You were a person who prided themselves on maintaining professionalism. As a woman, you knew that in the media, there was a fine line between attempting to maintain professional relationships and being a bitch. 

You’d created strong yet professional relationships with all 4 members of the team. You weren’t a bitch. 

With Reed, conversations remained strictly professional with the occasional questions about your plans for the weekend—he would only ask on Fridays. 

Sue and you were close, and she often felt comfortable enough to let out her feelings and emotions she’d been feeling, especially with her worries about having a superhuman baby. She always, without a doubt, invited you to stay for dinner, claiming that although the time spent with you was short, they all valued you.

Ben was extremely kind and caring, and you found yourself able to carry a very normal and non-awkward conversation with him, which was rare considering you tried not to overshare. He, like Sue, always insisted you stay for dinner sometime. 

Johnathan Storm was a different story. 

Your normal schedule consisted of waking up, putting together a professional but chic outfit—just because you were a doctor didn’t mean you had to wear boring clothes—which normally consisted of a mod dress, your white coat, and your knee high boots. 

After getting ready, you’d normally grab a coffee from your favorite shop, Dantorelle’s. Then, you’d make the walk over to the Baxter Building, heading for your office on the basement floor. There, the 4 residents would, one by one, make their way to your office. 

However, one part of your routine has recently changed. Instead of grabbing your coffee from Dantorelle’s, someone would now personally bring it to you. That being—

“Good morning, baby.”

Johnny Storm.

You didn’t know whether you wanted to slap him or kiss him. 

Johnny was a pain in your ass. When you first met, he had asked if you needed to inspect his prostate. 

Safe to say, you called HR (Reed) immediately.

After Reed had gone ballistic on him, Johnny began to keep his inappropriate comments to himself—which lasted about 2 visits. In the beginning, Johnny tried his best to get you to react to his flirtatious behavior, oftentimes pushing you to the point of embarrassment due to your obvious blushing. After Johnny probably realized that you genuinely wanted to cry from embarrassment, he toned it down. Now, his comments are usually in the form of questions about yourself, some of which you answered, and others you even decided to ask back on very rare occasions. 

That doesn’t mean he stopped making small comments that made you fall in love with him more each day.

“Please don’t call me that,” you stared at him for a moment before looking back at your computer, “Sit down.”

Really, the nickname gave you goosebumps each time. 

Wordlessly, he placed your iced coffee on a counter near you before sitting in the exam chair, extending his arm as Reed had done before him.

After finishing typing up, you grabbed the blood pressure machine and the specialized thermometer that Reed had built you, special for Johnny. Looking at the iced coffee on the counter, you tried to ignore the feeling in your stomach, knowing that Johnny knew your order down to the smallest detail. 

Extra ice, in a larger cup. 

Turning back to him, you slipped his arm through the cuff, trying to ignore his intense stare on your face and the slight touch of your fingers to his. Grabbing the thermometer, you held it up so he would get the signal. He opened his mouth and lifted his tongue, knowing the routine. He let you work in silence, knowing you appreciated a lack of small talk. 

Once both devices beeped, you removed the thermometer first and placed it down to clean it after. Noticing a higher than usual number, you took a mental note to compare this temperature to previous ones. Sliding the cuff off, you asked your routine questions.

”How’s your morning temperature been today? Do you feel any hotter than usual?” 

He looked up at you with a small smirk, “I do, actually. Especially after seeing you in those glasses, Doc.”

Shaking off the blush that was fighting to appear, you walked over to your laptop to input the vitals. “You have to stop saying things like that to me, Johnny.”

”Things like what? You were the one who asked!” He exclaimed, smiling as if he were clueless. 

“Okay, well I’m serious. Your body temperature was higher than yesterday’s. Any reason why?” 

“I’m serious too! The glasses do something to me, baby,” he gave you a small smirk when you looked up at him, not knowing whether to believe him or not. 

“You could even pull them off at the gala. I can already see it; you in your gown, hair pulled up, glasses on,” he described.

”Well, sorry to interrupt your hopes and dreams, but I’m not going to the gala,” you said with a soft voice. “Can you stand by the height scale?”

He stared at you for a moment, your eyes staring back. He finally asked, “What do you mean you aren’t going to the gala? Why not?”

”Johnny, the scale.”

Huffing, he stood up and walked over to the scale. Once he was facing you again, he interrogated, “Is it because you don’t want to go? I know it can be kind of boring, but with the right people, it can be bearable.”

Avoiding his eyes boring into yours as he said that final comment and instead busying yourself with the numbers on the scale, you answered, “I just haven’t really had time to think about it.”

A beat of silence.

”Bullshit.”

Snapping your eyes from the numbers to his blue eyes, you asked in an offended tone, “Excuse me?”

”You heard me. That’s bullshit and you know it.”

”Johnny it’s not bull—“

”Is it because of what I said the other day?”

At the question, you looked back at the numbers and quickly looked down to your notepad. 

”What? You can’t even look at me, what I said was so unbelievable to you? Or was it unimportant? You could just tell me instead of having me guess, you know,” he spewed, clearly getting riled up. You felt the heat radiating off his body from his anger due to your proximity. You couldn’t deny the warmth you felt being so close to him, regardless of his supernatural powers. “Just forget what I said, please. Probably already did,” he muttered out the last part. He stepped back and began walking towards the door, hand on the handle. You felt the warmth disappear, leaving a cold and empty feeling behind.

Looking back up at his body moving toward the door, you tried to think of what to say before he made it out. But you couldn’t think of what to say. Of what to say to his words from the week before.

”If you gave me the chance, I would love to get to know you personally. Seriously, baby. I know I don’t know much about you, but you seem like the kind of woman who’s worth getting to know, and I’d love it if you let me be that man.”

Right after he’d said the words, you'd stared blankly at him, not knowing how to respond. He knew it was overwhelming so he said he would give you time to think about your answer, no hard feelings.

Well, a week had gone by and you’d never given him an answer. Clearly, his feelings were now hard. 

You’d started to answer him too late. “Johnny—“

”You know what Doc? I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable, you don’t owe me anything. Oh, and if you get anything in the mail today, just ignore it.”

With that, he turned the handle and left, leaving you dry mouthed and with a heavy feeling in your stomach. 

Making your way back home, you couldn’t stop thinking of Johnny’s words. His words from today, and from last week.

You were afraid. 

Afraid that if you let yourself cross this line between professional and personal, you wouldn’t be taken seriously in your field. The world might not take you seriously. 

What would happen if something happened between you and Johnny? Would you be fired? 

Could you handle being in the spotlight you know you’d be forced into? You’re a serious person who hates small talk.

You knew you were intelligent. You were also passionate, fashionable, and respectful. 

What if people thought you were too average to be with Johnny Storm? You know you aren't average, but what if others disagreed? What would happen when they criticize your looks, claiming that Johnny Storm could be dating a model? You knew he was previously a womanizer, what if he got bored and wanted something new and exciting? Too many questions began to overwhelm your head. 

Only one mattered.

What if…you gave it a chance?

Ever since you had joined the Fantastic Four’s staff, they had been nothing but kind to you. They’ve invited you to dozens of dinners since you’ve joined, which is an invitation into their private space. They’ve invited you to every gala they’ve had for the past 2 years, even going as far to allow a plus one so you’d be comfortable. Sue trusts you to help her and Reed with their fertility treatments. 

But none of them have been as persistent to get to know you as Johnny has been.

He’s asked you about yourself ever since he met you. Asking about your schooling, claiming he admires your intelligence and drive. He’s asked about your life as a doctor before joining their team. He’s asked about your outfits, your favorite colors to wear, why you choose to wear dresses over the traditional scrubs or office-like attire. He’s asked about your life outside the Baxter Building, your day to day routine. 

Your coffee order.

As much as you tried not letting his persistence get to you, it slowly had. You couldn’t deny that his compliments made you blush. His kindness and attention to detail in the coffee he brings you every day. His understanding that you hate small talk. 

You care about his persistence. His feelings. Him. 

With tears in your eyes, you realized you had made it to your brownstone apartment. Wiping your eyes, you were let in by the doorman, who told you packages had arrived for you. Confused, you asked who had sent you the packages.

”A mister Johnny Storm, ma’am.”

Grabbing the packages from the front desk, you walked over to the elevator, inspecting the boxes. You were shocked it was more than one. The larger box was long, flat, and weightless. The second box was heavier, smaller, and made a heavy noise when you shook it. Both were wrapped in baby blue wrapping paper, similar to the colors of the Baxter Building.

The elevator dinged, opening the doors to your floor. You walked out and unlocked your front door, struggling while holding the boxes. Once you made it in, you rushed to your room, anxious to open the packages. Placing them on your bed, you started with the larger box. 

You ripped the paper, revealing a plain white box. Opening the box, you gasped when it revealed a silk, brown dress. 

A dress you had mentioned to Johnny when he asked about your shopping addiction and you decided to mention your next dream piece. 

Carefully grabbing it, you lifted it to examine it. It was floor length with a slit on the left leg, up until the thigh area. The top was turtle neck with a halter tie and didn’t reveal much skin. The back, however, was completely bare. It was beautiful.

Placing the dress back in the box, you saw a note you had accidentally missed. With shaky hands, you opened it to read,

”Hope you like the dress, baby. Can’t wait to see the most beautiful woman of the night.

-Johnny Storm

Trying not to cry now, you moved onto the second box after clutching the note to your chest. Wrapping torn, the box clearly contained expensive shoes. Opening the shoebox, you gasped at the cream colored heels, taller than your normal boots you wore to work. You knew Sue most likely helped Johnny pick the pieces out, making it that more special. 

Checking the clock on your nightstand, you realized you had to start with your hair and makeup now if you wanted to be there on time. 

After 3 hours of making sure your updo was perfect, makeup was flawless, and your dress and heels were on—fitting you perfectly, might you add—you realized you would be fashionably late. 

Hailing a cab, you asked them to drive to the Baxter Building. Yes, the walk was not far, but in these heels? No, thank you.

Arriving at the building you felt you had just left, you thanked the driver and began walking toward the entrance.

The walk made you nervous.

What if Johnny wasn’t even here anymore?

What if you looked ridiculous?

What if your name wasn’t even on the list?

Looking around for a familiar face, you noticed Ben, clad in a tuxedo, near the doors, greeting his guests cheerily. Glad that someone you knew would be able to let you in, you lingered in the line. Once you made it to the front, Ben was shocked. 

“Doc?! Is that you?”

Laughing lightly, you answered, “Yes Ben, it's me. Are you going to let me in or am I on a blacklist for never showing up to a gala before tonight?”

”Wow Doc, you look amazing. I mean, you really clean up nice!” he continued, “Of course you’re on the list, you’re one of us.”

”Well in that case Ben, I need your help finding Johnny,” you told him.

He extends his arm out to you and you take it, walking together. He responded after a moment, “So, looks like his plan to get you here worked after all.”

You stopped in your tracks. 

“What? You knew about this?!”

”Of course I did. We all did, why do you think we’ve been extra insistent on getting you to come to this specific gala?”

You cringed and continued walking together, “So I’m assuming you know about…” you trailed off.

”About you rejecting Johnny earlier today? Yep.”

Pressing your lips together firmly for a moment, you asked, “And what did you all think?”

”Honestly? That you’re too smart for your own good,” you both reached the bar, where he ordered a martini before continuing, “We know what you’re thinking, Doc. We know you want to keep your hard earned reputation. We’ve also heard Johnny rant about how you have conversations that you exclusively have with him and sometimes Sue. To everyone but Johnny, it's obvious you care for him beyond just a patient. So we know why you won’t let yourself give in.”

You stared at him in shock as he grabbed the martini from the bartender and placed it into your hands. 

“Look, Johnny isn’t the same guy you met 2 years ago. To him, you aren’t the same woman he met 2 years ago. You need to stop being scared, Doc. Johnny would never let you feel scared by his side,” he paused, watching your speechless face stare at him. “Now, drink up the liquid courage. I’m going to go kick Johnny out of his room, and when we come back down, he’ll eventually find you. Good luck, Doc.”

With that, he patted your arm gently and turned around, walking towards the elevator to go get Johnny. Looking down at your martini, you knew that whatever happened today would change your life at the Baxter Building. 

With that, you downed the martini in one go, ordering a second one.

Once the second martini was in your hand, you got up and walked around, hoping to find Sue and pass time. After about 5 minutes of searching, you found her and Reed talking to a donor. Walking up to them, you sipped your martini lightly. You saw Sue lay her eyes on you, and you smiled at her while she held an open mouthed, shocked smile. Excusing herself from the donors, she pulled Reed in your direction. 

She said your name in a gasp, “You look amazing! You definitely know how to pick pieces for yourself. I thought Johnny had become a stylist overnight until he told me you mentioned the exact dress to him,” she gave you a small smirk as you felt your face on fire.

“We’re glad to have you here, Doc,” Reed simply added and smiled.

”Thank you both. You both look amazing like always, and so does this gala. I had no idea it was so extravagant.”

You conversed with Sue and Reed for around 10 minutes, mostly talking to Sue about how to pick the perfect pieces for your body, the different silhouettes, and an invitation to help her go shopping for non-ugly maternity pieces. They were eventually pulled away by a donor they were forced to greet, and you began walking around again.

It wasn’t long before you felt the feeling of eyes on your back. Turning to look around and find the eyes, you made eye contact with a familiar pair of blue irises. 

Johnny.

It was something out of cliche rom-coms you secretly loved.

You felt the rest of the strangers in the room disappear, the noise of chatter muted. All you could see was Johnny in his tuxedo, perfectly styled hair, and the part of his lips. His eyes were completely locked on yours, unmoving. Both of you stood still, waiting for one to make the first move.

For the first time, it was you.

You slowly walked over to him, eyes still trained on him despite the people walking across your view. Once you got closer, you saw one of his fists clenched, and once you were in front of him, he unclenched the fist and stretched his fingers tensely. You swore you saw his fingertips light up.

Finally making it over to where he stood, his eyes were trailing over every part of you, but ultimately focused on your eyes. You took the chance to catch him off guard and grab his hand. He immediately shifted his eyes down to your hand that was holding his fingers, and he looked back up with a questioning look.

You breathed, “Hi Johnny.”

He released a breath, saying your name in awe, “You look…right out of a movie. T-The dress fits you perfectly.”

You immediately felt your face heat up, “All thanks to you, Johnny,” you squeezed his hand, “Can we please talk somewhere not so…overwhelming?”

“Of course, Doc. Would you be comfortable talking in my room?”

”I would,” you nodded, and he took that as a sign to pull your hand, still holding his fingers, toward the elevator. “And Johnny, call me by my name.”

He looks back and down at you, giving you a small smile. 

Once you made it to the elevator, he pressed the button, and the doors immediately opened. Stepping in first, he pulled you in after him and pressed the number to his room’s floor. When the elevator started moving and neither of you let go of your hands, it became obvious that neither of you wanted to be the first to drop each other’s hand. 

“You look very handsome tonight, Johnny. You really know how to clean up well,” you scanned your eyes over his look, and you swore you saw a twinge of pink appear on his cheeks. 

“Thank you, but what’s going on with you tonight, D-“ he remembered to say your name instead, “That martini is really making you talk.”

Suddenly remembering the martini in your right hand, you looked at it right as the elevator pinged, signaling the arrival at whatever floor Johnny’s room was. You didn’t respond and decided to tip the whole thing back, following Johnny’s tug out of the elevator.  

He pulled you down a hallway with various doors, you wondered if all of the team lived on this floor. It was quiet and dark in the hallway, completely different to the event going on downstairs. 

Once you reached the door at the end of the hallway, Johnny used his spare hand to open the door. You gasped at his room, the view of the enormous window was unlike anything you could imagine. 

He looked back at your surprised look and lightly laughed, pulling you in. On the left, you saw his study area, littered with books, a vinyl player, records on the desk and on a stand you could slip through. On the walls were posters of the team and himself, medals, and his diplomas. On the far right was his bed on an elevated platform, and a door you assumed led to his own bathroom. Straight ahead was his balcony and window view of New York City. 

You looked back at Johnny who was watching you observe his room. 

“What do you think?” he asked.

”It’s amazing, Johnny! I mean, this view alone is insane,” you pulled him toward the balcony so you could actually look out. 

Standing at the balcony, the warm breeze of the hot summer night hit both of you. Twinkling lights throughout the city, the noise of constant buzzing streets was less noisy from the height you were at, but still faint in the background. The stars were in full bloom, the moon hanging over both of you. The silence was comforting, but you saw Johnny shifting his eyes from you to the view through your peripheral vision.

”I know you’re probably wondering why I’m here tonight, Johnny, and I just wanted to start by apologizing to you,” you turned to Johnny, “I’m sorry for ignoring your confession. I’m sorry for making you feel rejected, I’m sorry for brushing you off anytime you were being genuine, and most of all, I’m sorry for making you think I didn’t feel the same way.”

Johnny’s eyes never left yours, staring deeply at you. At your last words, his lips parted in shock.

”I’m falling in love with you, Johnny Storm.”

Before you could even register his reaction, his heated hand left your grasp. You felt his arms reach out toward you, grabbing your waist quickly and roughly tugging you toward his body. You gasped, not only at the roughness but also the feeling of his heated fingers reaching your bare back as they gripped your waist. He pulled you in, dipping his head down and aggressively pressed his lips to your own. 

Reacting quickly, you reciprocated the same aggressiveness. His lips were warm, his chest under your hands was heated and firm as you slid your hands upward into his blonde hair. You felt one of his hands move up your bare back thanks to the dress, and move all the way up to your hair. Goosebumps were left in a trail, he gripped the hair in his hand and used it as leverage to maneuver your head to the side, deepening the kiss. A groan slipped from your lips involuntarily at the tug, and he gripped your waist harder, pressing you against him even more by wrapping his arm around your waist, reaching your hip. Running your hands through his hair as your lips became swollen at the kiss, you tugged the strands at the back of his head, curious for his reaction. 

He let out a moan, vibrating against your lips, making you reciprocate the noise. Taking initiative, you poked your tongue out to pass over his bottom lip, feeling the soft, plump skin. He parted his lips, allowing your tongue to press into his mouth, feeling his tongue press against your own. You let out a whine at the feeling of his teeth nipping your bottom lip and his tongue soothing the pain. At the noise, Johnny leaned his lips far enough to murmur, “You’re driving me crazy, baby,” and dove back in by pulling you in by his grip on your hair, inhaling deeply once his lips touched yours once more.

As your lips continued to flow together, your hands moved down to wrap your arms entirely around his neck and shoulders, pressing yourself even closer than you knew possible. You felt greedy, needing him closer than humanly able. You wanted to feel his skin against yours, the heat of his body without the barriers of his tuxedo. 

Johnny seemed to have the same idea, taking the opportunity to drop his hands to your thighs and lift you into his arms effortlessly. One of his hands gripped your bare thigh, exposed by the slit, and you felt the heat spread to your inner thigh. Never separating your lips from his, you wrapped your legs securely around his waist, feeling his hardened length press perfectly into your core. At the feeling, both of you moaned, disconnecting your lips from each other. You finally opened your eyes, looking at Johnny. His eyes were dilated, the blue irises you loved were barely visible, his hair mussed from your hands running through it. His lips were pink, swollen and shining from the saliva you had exchanged. His chest rose and dropped faster than usual, slightly out of breath from your kisses. You knew you probably looked similar to his state, his eyes trailing around your face as yours were.

”If you want me to stop, you have to tell me now baby, because I don’t think I could stop if we go any further. What do you want?” he asked you, one of his arms lowering to support your weight from underneath your ass, the other one moving up to move strands of hair that had come undone away from your face. 

”You, I want you Johnny,” you answered, voice breathless and almost whining. He wasted no time in grabbing the back of your neck and part of your cheek, pulling your lips toward his for another kiss. This kiss was messy, accentuated by your hands running up and down his suit clad arms, shoulders, hair—anywhere you could reach. You used your legs’s grip around his waist to tighten your body to his, grinding your core onto his boner, attempting to relive some of the ache. You moaned against his lips and he took that as an invitation to grip your ass, grinding you harder against him. At the hard pressure against your clit, the feel of his tip through the suit bottoms, you threw your head back with a loud moan.

He took the opportunity to press his lips lower, traveling down your chin to your jaw, then down to the left side of your neck. His kisses there were open mouthed and hot, encouraging the pool of heat you were sure had to be dripping onto your thighs. You gripped his hair with a whine when he began sucking a mark onto your pulse point.

“Johnny, baby please. I need you, I need you so bad—“ at the sound of the term of endearment, Johnny gripped your hair once again, forcing your forehead against his and gripping your ass hard enough to stop your grinding. 

He panted your name in a questioning tone. You hummed, letting him know you were listening. “Let me fuck you right here, right on the balcony. Let everyone in New York hear how much I need you, how good I'm about to make you feel,” he ended with a smirk, that classic Johnny cockiness seeping through his words. His words certainly had an effect on you, a woman who never allowed herself to cross professional boundaries, was about to let Johnny Storm fuck her out in the open. His words made you confident in yourself, bringing out a side you didn’t even know existed, the sexual desire taking over your words. 

“I’d let you fuck me anywhere you want, Johnny Boy,” you smirked, watching his own disappear from his face at your words. Instead, a darker look fueled by desire replaced it. He brought his hands down to your thighs to lower your body back to your feet, ensuring to grip your waist until you found your footing. Once he was sure you wouldn’t collapse, he began pushing his tuxedo jacket off. You interrupted, wanting to be the one to undress him. You moved his hands out of your way, gripping the fabric and slowly pushing it off his shoulders as your eyes took in the white button up clinging to his muscles. As your hands took over, his hands were gripping your waist, moving around to sensually rub the curve of your ass. Quickly undoing his bow tie, you threw it who knows where, moving onto the buttons on his top. You found yourself struggling with the small loops, realizing your hands were trembling with need when focused on an intricate task. Becoming frustrated, you looked up at Johnny, then back to his shirt, gripping the upper portion and tearing the shirt open. 

When you looked back up at Johnny, you found him smiling in disbelief as his hands stopped, causing you to turn red, let go of his now-torn shirt and let out a nervous laugh, explaining, “I’m so sorry, I just got overwhelmed and now I ruined your shirt—“ he cut you off with a shake of his head, laughing at your rushed explanation. 

“Baby, it's okay, you don’t have to worry about the shirt. I can always buy another, you know that. You don’t even know how sexy you are. Do you know how crazy it drives me to know that you’re desperate for me?” He accentuated his words by moving his hands to the front of your dress, moving the slit to the side to expose your upper thighs. He slipped his hands in, immediately bringing heat to the area as he pressed his hands to your thighs, bringing his thumb near the area you needed him most. Involuntarily, you found yourself parting your legs, hoping he would understand where you wanted his hands to touch you. One of his hands moved slowly from your thigh to the inner flesh, brushing his knuckles against your clothed clit softly. Sensitivity heightened, you closed your eyes and let out a deep whine at the attention yet lack of attention. He pressed his lips to yours softly, muffling your moan when he hooked his fingers into your underwear, actually brushing his fingers on your clit without the barrier of an underwear. He used his leverage to pull your lace black thong down your legs slowly, and you felt the soft, warm air pass over the wetness between your thighs. 

Once your thong was down your legs, you disconnected your lips from his, taking a small step back from his grip. You used his slight shock to your advantage, dropping your hands to his belt, undoing the buckle and pulling the belt out. You undid the pants button, looking up at Johnny who was already looking down at your eager expression. Nodding to confirm it was okay, you went ahead and hooked your fingers into both his pants and his boxers, pulling them down. 

His cock was released, standing long, hard, and proud. Your mouth practically salivated at the sight of his weeping tip, immediately possessing you to reach out and grip him at the base. Johnny let out a groan from the back of his throat at your strong grip, and you took that as an initiative to bob your hand upward and spread his pre-cum with your thumb, coating his head and the top of his cock. You removed your hand and looked up at Johnny as you brought your hand up to your mouth, spitting into your palm. Johnny’s lips parted in disbelief, eyes focused on the string of saliva connecting your lips to the spit in your hand. You brought it down to the base of his cock, spreading your saliva on his cock, pumping him with a strong grip. Keeping your eyes focused on him, you nearly came when you saw his eyes slip shut, lips parting to let out a small moan. 

You stepped closer to him, using the height your heels provided to your advantage and pressed your lips to his neck, feeling his pulse jump. Parting your lips to lick at the junction between his neck and shoulder, you felt his cock twitch at the feeling, his hand reached out to grab your hand and stop its motions. Looking up at him, confused, you were about to protest until you saw the look in his eyes. 

“I need to fuck you now, or else I’m going to come just from your hand alone, baby,” he whispered, pulling your hand off of him. He then grabbed your hips, pushing you backwards until your bare back hit the smooth surface of a wall. Shivering at the cold feeling of the wall, you wished his hands were on your back, shielding you from the cold. Seeing you shiver, Johnny pulled his arms out of the shirt hanging loosely on him, placing it around your shoulders and back, preventing the cold stone from touching your back. Smiling softly at him in gratitude, you wrapped your arms around his neck carefully, bringing him close to you. His cock pressed against your lower stomach, most likely staining your dress although you couldn’t care less.

Pressing your lips to his gently yet passionately, you whispered against his heated lips, “I need you now, Johnny. I need to feel your cock stretch me open, and I want to feel it the next day.”

”Fuck, baby. You’re killing me,” he whispered. He grabbed your exposed leg, hiking it above his waist and pushing your dress to the side. Taking a step forward, his hard length pressed just against your clit as he pressed his front tight to yours, pushing you into the wall with pressure. He grabbed his length, angling it to spread some of your wetness around, lubricating himself enough to smoothly slide into you. The moment he pressed his tip just into you, he hissed through his teeth sharply, dropping his forehead down to look where you were connecting. He pushed into you even further, the stretch was a mix of pleasure and pain, the latter quickly subsiding once he bottomed out. You gasped once he was fully sheathed in you, you swore you could feel him in your stomach the way he was so deep. 

The heat was something else. You had never felt something so hot and heavy inside you, spreading all throughout your stomach, and it caused you to whimper, “Please move, Johnny.”

He didn’t need another reminder, he started to slowly pull out of you, only to slam his hips back roughly, punching a loud and uncontrolled moan out of you. It seemed to only spur him on, causing him to pull back out and slam his hips in the same way, making you moan again. He began to pick up the pace, setting a hard and fast rhythm. 

One his arms that held you leg up moved down, sliding his hand onto the round of your ass, his forearm supporting your thigh. His other hand was holding your face up towards his, eyes locked as he slammed his cock into you and ruined you. You let out whiny, high-pitched moans at every slam of his hips, each one causing him to go even harder. His hand that held your ass was gripping it hard, using it as leverage to push your hips against his. One of your arms slid down from his neck to his chest, trailing your fingers over the hot skin. You brought your hand even lower, moving over his light abs, and around to his back, allowing you to wrap your arm around him and make his movement even deeper. When you looked back up, you saw his lips open, panting out at each sliding his cock was doing. You used your other arm wrapped around his neck to pull him toward you, pressing your lips against his messily, teeth clashing and biting, moans shared between the two of you. 

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby,” he pulled apart enough to whisper the words, “everything about you. You in this dress you wore just for me, you showed up just for me. You’re mine, there’s nobody else for me. You’ve ruined me, doll.” 

“Im yours, Johnny. I’m all yours and I’m not going anywhere.”

Hearing these words seemed to cause a switch in him. He pulled his face back, dropped his hand from your neck to your other thigh, clearly wanting you to jump. You did, wrapping your arms back around his neck, being careful to keep his shirt between your back and the stone. He kept your lower body pressed right into him, not slipping out of you at all. He resumed the rhythm of his hips, the position allowing him to fuck up into you, hitting deeper than you knew. This new angle had you at a slightly higher angle, your breasts close to Johnny’s face. You took the initiative to reach one of your hands behind your neck, undoing the bow holding the top of your dress up. As you pulled one of the strings, the top of your dress slipped down your front, bunching around your stomach, your bare breast now exposed. At the sight of your boobs bouncing from his thrusts, Johnny let out a deep groan, immediately dipping his head down to trail kisses from your neck to your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. 

You were experiencing heights of pleasure you never knew existed, back arching with your head thrown back in a loud, high-pitched moan of Johnny’s name. You didn’t care that the arch caused the shirt to fall from behind you as Johnny’s arm came up to hold your back, pressing you against him. You only cared about the heat his arm brought to your back and the feeling of his teeth biting down and pulling at your nipple, the pain mixed with pleasure causing you to feel delirious. You kept moaning Johnny’s name, not able to form another thought. 

“That’s right, baby. Let everyone know that I’m the one fucking you this good. I’m the one that has you dripping down your thighs. I’m the one who’s going to make you come so hard, you won’t be able to walk,” he panted the words against your chest, diving back into sucking a bruise onto your underboob.

“I need you to touch me, Johnny. Please touch me, please.” 

“I’ll do whatever you want me to, doll.”

You tightened your legs around his waist when the arm that was holding your ass up, moved to your inner thigh, nearing the place that was absolutely throbbing for him. He lightly brushed his thumb over the bud, though the hot, light touch had you twitching your hips for more. He then applied firm pressure, rubbing your clit in tight, small circles. The heat gave you a sensation of fire spreading throughout your entire body—you were sure you had to be glowing in sweat.

You absolutely lost it, grabbing his face and pulling it up to look at you, pressing your mouth against his just to let out your loud moans against his lips. Johnny was a mess, letting out moans against your lips as well, his arm around your back moving up a bit to grip your shoulder, continuing to punch his cock into your heat. From the way his grip tightened against your shoulder, you assumed he was close. Feeling your release approaching faster than you could control, you panted out, “Don’t stop, baby. Please don’t stop.”

”If I ever stopped, you have permission to kill me, sweetheart,” he grunted against your lips, bending his knees just slightly enough to angle his hips forward and upward, straight drilling into you. “Im close, keep moaning my name, dollface.”

The combination of his hip’s new angle, the pressure of his thumb on your clit, and the heat spreading all through your body had you whining his name loudly. Feeling your legs beginning to shake from your orgasm’s quick approach and the strength you were using to hold yourself up, you began to let out louder moans, screams almost. You were almost there, you felt a weird sensation building in your stomach that wasn’t just the normal tightening of your typical orgasm. The pressure was too much to handle, you were desperate to just let go. 

It was like Johnny could sense your need for that final push. He dropped his head back down to your breasts, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and biting down, pulling the bud. At the light pain and strong pleasure, you tipped over the edge. Your orgasm hit you hard, your back arching and pushing his cock deeper into you, your throat raw from the screams you were letting out. 

“Johnny! Oh, fuck, fuck, Johnny, fuck!” you felt something come out of you, a liquid shooting straight onto Johnny’s already soaked cock, coating his hips and lower stomach.

”Fuck, baby you just squirted all over me, fuck!” he moaned your name loudly and you felt his cum shoot into your stomach, hot and like lava coating your insides. You were still cumming, your eyes rolled back into your head as Johnny bit down on your neck as his own release took over. His thumb on your clit got slower, but remained, dragging out your orgasm. You kept fucking yourself on his length, prolonging his own orgasm as well. 

Once you both came down from your high, you were left panting and looking at each other. You moved down, kissing him softly for the first time. His lips reciprocated your soft kisses, soothing each other as you caught your breath and composed yourself. He pulled his lips back first to your dismay, taking the opportunity to slip his length out of your core. You both gasped at the feeling of him pulling out, his cum spilling out of you, his cock soaked in your juices. You brought your legs down, attempting to stand on your feet. You felt your legs trembling crazy as you brought them down, and your knees buckled instantly as your heels hit the floor. 

Johnny was quick to grab your waist and yank you towards his chest, laughing at your shocked expression as he held you up effortlessly. 

“What the fuck, Johnny? I can't even feel my thighs,” you whined, looking up at him with a frustrated expression. Your eyebrows softened at his genuine smile he shone down at you, but you tried to remain fake-angry. 

“What’s the problem, dollface? I told you you weren’t going to be able to walk once I was done with you,” he smirked, using the moment you were too shocked to reply, to take you off guard and throw you over his shoulder. He ignored your shriek, giving your ass a firm slap as he walked back into his room.

“And don’t be upset at me, baby. There’s time to fuck the angry out of you.”