Aaand it’s done!! Thank you to everyone followed the update on twitter. you made the experience x100 better!! I came up with the story hour by hour, so I’m glad I could make a sense of this mess of strips :D It was a nice experience, but really tiring, time to sleep for me :D
Things to note about Chrom’s Army (Which you’d only learn from supports and DLC)
Henry wants to make a curse to rid mother’s of childbirth pain.
Inigo learned his philandering ways by misinterpreting his mother’s advice of “talk to women to overcome shyness!”
Brady promised Inigo to that he’d play violin for him if Inigo promised to dance with him.
Owain is haunted by his first kill and is terrified of bridges,
Lon’qu loves potatoes, while Panne cannot eat them.
Sully is a noble from a long line of knights.
Virion literally ran away from his wartorn country, hoping that if he ran, his men would resent his cowardice and stop fighting rather than die for him. It worked, to Virion’s relief and shame.
Virion beats Robin in chess. Consistently. He’s smart enough to realize he’s not fit to be a tactician however due to how much he sacrifices.
Libra’s parents, ironically, thought he was possessed by demons and abandoned him.
Kellam started being ignored by his family because he was selfish and never shared his toys. It just kinda…stuck.
Ricken can butter sculpt.
Basilio considers Gregor his equal and a worthy candidate for becoming a Khan.
Lon’qu doesn’t drink. Ever.
Stahl suffers from stomach cramps, but luckily, he’s a skilled apothecary.
Gaius can cook and sew extremely well.
Frederick is terrified of wild animals.
Gerome and Brady share similar fashion tastes.
Chrom once knocked Vaike out with his goulash in a cooking contest, then claimed he won by technical knockout.
Summary: Steven spends weeks getting to know you, stubbornly ignoring Marc's insistence that you were flirting with him and that he should ask you out before he misses his chance. He wants to believe the other man, he does but Steven knows that someone like you would never go for an odd ball like him. Never had and never would. He's ok with that, mostly. After all friendship is better than no relationship at all.
Well he was fine with that until he wakes up smelling like sex and alcohol, with no memories of the night before and the sweet smell of your perfume clinging to his sheets.
It's all downhill from there until suddenly it's not.
Pairings: Steven Grant x fem!reader / hints of Mark Spector x fem!reader & Jake Lockley x fem!reader
Rating: M (implied sexual activity)
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As the weeks went by and Steven got to know you even better things began to get even more out of control, like the other alter was getting bored of hiding but didn’t want to just straight up come out and introduce themselves so instead they were making their presence known in other more annoying and worrying ways. They had a bad habit of leaving dirty dishes in the sink as well as their dirty and sometimes blood splattered clothes scattered around the room. That was fine, had to be even if it left Steven panicked and slightly scared when he came across a blood soaked shirt and no noticeable injuries on the body. He didn’t really want to think about what this other alter got up to because both he and Marc were half way convinced he was some sort of mass murdering sex fiend. The point was Steven could deal with the few extra chores this new alter generated even with Marc grumbling in his ear about how much of an asshole this other alter was.
What he couldn’t deal with was waking up as naked as the day he was born, smelling like cigarettes and alcohol with a pair of lacy underwear clutched to face like some sort of deranged pervert.
Steven had freaked out and Marc had had no choice but to take over the body because Steven was to busy hyperventilating over the fact that whoever this alter was had clearly brought someone else back to the flat, to Steven’s home. It felt like an invasion of his life, like his space had been violated, almost like someone had broken in and moved everything half an inch to the left just so he would know something was wrong. He could sort of deal with the other person going out and picking women up but not this, not having them here in his home. It wasn’t just anyone that had been here though was it? The other alter had left the sheets smelling like sex, papaya and sweetness. Steven would recognise that smell anywhere and the fear that this other alter had done something to you, with you, had set in quickly.
He hand been terrified that they had pretended to be him, had used the number he had been so chuffed to get to lure you in and take advantage of your kindness. Steven had been worried beyond rationality that your friendship would now be in tatters and it had only been Marc’s strong and grounding voice that had stopped him from having a full on panic attack. He had shown Steven his phone, letting him see that there were no new calls and the last text that had been sent to you had been the photo of a mouse sitting on top of a cats head that he had sent to you the previous day before his mind had gone blank.
That had helped calm him but he had still let Marc stay in control of the body, getting them ready for their shift at the museum and paying hardly any attention to the other man complaining about the state of Steven’s hair because “how the hell do you even see with this shit flopping in your face like that.” If he had been paying attention Steven would probably have found it funny watching Marc trying to make himself look like Steven but as it was he was still stuck staring at his bed with absolute dread and horror, that sweet scent that had clung to the sheets invading Steven’s mind and making his stomach churn.
Even though he knew that he hadn’t spoken to you Steven couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that had settled over him. It stayed with him all the way to the museum, even when Marc practically forced him into fronting because he couldn’t deal with Steven’s job. Steven stayed on edge the whole day, right up until the point he saw you striding across the room towards him and then he would have sworn his heart stopped, his breath catching in his throat as he waited for you yell at him or slap him, maybe even both. His hands were shaking and he felt like he was going to be sick. He can’t do this, can’t lose you because of something some other alter did.
In his mind Steven’s already lost you, either to anger or the realisation that he isn’t who you might think he is because Steven’s well, Steven and this other alter probably had the same confidence and charm like Marc to lure you into his bed because he knows, is so sure of the fact that you would never do anything remotely like that with him. You are beautiful, confident and smart, the literal embodiment of sunshine in his grey and dismal world. Steven is nothing like that. He’s weird and nervous, a mess really, both physically and mentally. A walking disaster as Donna would say. You would never pick him. Would never want him and he had come to terms with this. Steven wasn’t the guy who got the girl but some part of him had gotten you, the other alter having confidence and charm to take what Steven so desperately longed for.
It hurt, the unmistakable sting of jealousy poking at his fragile heart. He already felt like he had lost you which was ridiculous because Steven hadn’t had you in the first place. Didn’t stop him from feeling like an unwanted and pathetic mess though. Marc tries to reassure him, to comfort Steven from the reflective surface of the counter but it doesn’t do much to get Steven out of his slump, just reminds him of how jealous he had been of Marc at the begging. He got to go on adventures, got the beautiful women on his arm, a real James Bond type. Of course Steven had been jealous what with his sheltered and unfulfilling life and complete lack of any kind of relationship. Seems he was meant to be the one who missed out, relegated to the shadows and only good for keeping a roof over their heads. He was nothing, a nobody and he was sure if he let Marc have the body, if he slipped back into the darkest recesses of the other mans mind never to be seen again that there would be no one to miss him, let alone even notice if he was gone.
So deep in his wallowing Steven didn’t even notice you stood before him, your smile quickly falling as worry took over. Steven didn’t answer you the first couple times you said his name, to lost to himself and Marc’s attention was firmly fixed on his alter. So it came as a surprise when warm and delicate fingers brushed across his brow, brushing his curls away from his eyes. His head jerked back, eyes wide as he looked at you like a startled animal. Warmth radiated out from where you were touching him, your fingers gently trailing down the side of his face until you were cupping his cheek. You looked worried, the concern obvious when you asked what was wrong.
Steven didn’t know what to say, how to even begin trying to find out if it had been you that had left his sheets smelling like sin and sunshine and everything Steven longed for but knew he would never have. He wanted to know, desperately so but at the same time he didn’t because then what? He would have to tell you it wasn’t him, would have to explain about Marc and then this other alter, this unknown person who had swept in and stolen you away. Oh gods you would run away from him quicker then Steven could probably even explain himself properly.
He took your hand in both of his, missing your warmth as he placed your hand down on the desk. He should ask, had to ask but when faced with the worry and concern in your eyes he couldn’t do it, to scared to know the answer. So he he just smiled tiredly, promising you that he was fine “just had a rough morning is all, nothing to worry about love.” You don’t seem convinced, eyes darting across him as if you’re looking for anything physically wrong with him that could explain his weird behaviour. When you couldn’t find anything you reluctantly gave in, double checking that he was sure and insisting that he could tell you if something was wrong, that you would always have time for him, to listen to him. And oh wasn’t that something, stealing Steven’s breath away and making tears prick at his eyes because Steven had never had someone like that in his life before, so willing to offer up that level of comfort and companionship. Yes Marc had tried his hardest to give Steven a simple and easy life, letting him believe that he had at least had his mum but that had all been fake hadn’t it. This though, this was real and Steven couldn’t stop the painfully wide smile that stretched across his lips if he tried.
It took remarkable effort but Steven managed to pull himself together long enough to start fiddling with the packets of sweets on the counter, making himself look busy and trying to hide the idiotic look on his face. It was probably why he didn’t think about what he said next, acting like a right dope at the fact you were being so nice to him. He didn’t even realise he had said till the words were out of his mouth, his casual enquiry about what you had been up to the night before slipping out easy because Steven had asked you the same question time and time before. He froze, body tensing as he waited for the answer that he feared was coming.
You seemed to still for a second, your eyes boring into his as if you were looking for something. Steven held his breath, eyes wide as he remained trapped in your intense gaze. This is it, he’s sure of it. Even Marc is watching you, his eyes dark and intense as he to waits for you to laugh at Steven, to roll your eyes and say “with you silly.”
That’s not what you say though, your brows furrowing slightly before you slump forwards against the counter with a huff. The next five minutes we’re filled with you complaining about the night before. You had gone out with some of the other tour guides to a new club out in Soho, a mistake apparently because that wasn’t your idea of a fun evening. You had stayed though, slowly sipping on your cocktail and trying to at least try and have a good time whilst also turning down guys who were looking for something more then you were willing to give. Eventually though you had given up and headed home in the early hours of the morning, not wanting to be too tired for your shift that day.
The relief Steven felt at knowing you hadn’t been anywhere near him or his flat was probably obvious but Steven didn’t care. As much as Steven wanted you in his life in the romantic sense he didn’t want it to be like that, almost like he had lied to you, using deceit and trickery to get what he wanted. Plus he would be a rotten liar if he said the thought of someone else getting to see you like that didn’t make him stupidly jealous. Even if that other person shared the same body as him. It was just some strange coincidence that his bed had smelt so much like you that morning, taunting him with what he wanted but couldn’t have. You couldn’t be the only women in London who used the same perfume or body wash or shampoo or any combination of those things. He had been stupid to jump to conclusions like that. After all, you wouldn’t go for him like that, no matter how charming and dashing this other alter might be.
You are absurdly cute as you role your eyes and grumble about everything you had hated about the whole experience, stating you would rather go to a nice pub instead. Somewhere where you didn’t have to shout to be heard over the music and where you could actually get some personal space because people weren’t packed in to the last available inch. Steven wanted to suggest a nice little place he knew of, not even ten minutes walk from the museum. A real traditional pub with a beer garden that you could enjoy the limited sunshine in and it even had vegan food on the menu that was actually pretty decent. It was the perfect opportunity, a brilliant idea for a first date and even Marc was hissing at him to “do it Steven. Come on ask her, she’s gonna say yes.” Steven should ask, he really should and the invite was on the tip of his tongue but then something shifted and a beam of sunlight fell across you, making you look like some sort of angel or nymph and whatever small speck of confidence Steven had had vanished as he was reminded yet again that you were to good for him. To perfect for a head case like him.
Instead Steven had offered his opinions on those kind of clubs, wrinkling his nose up in disgust and agreeing that he to would much rather spend an evening in a nice pub, with decent company and a pint or two of good quality beer. That had gotten a smile from you, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you leant across the counter to tease him “oh I don’t know. I’m sure you go down a treat at those sort of places. What with those big innocent eyes and all those muscles you’re hiding under those outlandish shirts. I bet you’re completely irresistible.” Marc was adamant you were flirting with him but Steven was to busy blushing like a virgin to do much more then laugh in nervous embarrassment, brushing off you words and telling you that “nah, not me. Bet you do though. Pretty girl like you probably had a queue a mile long for a dance. Probably had to beat them off with your purse or some’ing.”
Marc tells him that was a good thing to say, that he apparently had some sort of game but Steven wasn’t really sure what that meant so he did his best to ignore the other man and focus all his attention into you. You blushed, a glorious pink colouring your cheeks as you ducked your head slightly as if to hide from him. Steven was captivated though, a feeling of pride welling in his chest because he was the one who made you look like that and wasn’t that bloody brilliant.
He wants to keep you there, wants to make your blush and smile and maybe even giggle like some sort of giddy school girl. He wants all of your attention on him and only him, just like how when you’re in the room nothing else exists for him. He knows it’s obsessive, probably a little creepy and possessive but you are all Steven thinks about these days and he’s hard pressed to care about the reasons why he should probably be trying to put some distance between the two of you.
You turn back to look at him, your eyes wide and practically glowing in the sunlight. Marc’s hissing almost a constant stream of “ask her Steven, ask her now,” and for once Steven is inclined to listen to the other man. He loved you. Oh gods does he love you and whatever he had been feeling before that had kept him from telling you that suddenly vanishes and is replaced with a confidence that Steven had only felt after the Duat, once he and Marc had decided to coexist and accept one another. He opens his mouth, the first few words of his invite slipping past his lips and he swears that he sees hope and excitement in your eyes but then someone’s calling your name and the moment is lost.
Your head snapped to the side and Steven deflates, all that confidence disappearing as Marc groans loudly in frustration. He swears he hears the echo of laughter coming from somewhere far away yet frightened close but it’s gone before Steven can concentrate on it enough to figure out where it’s coming from. Steven feels colder now that he doesn’t have your attention and he can’t help but frown as he listens to one of the other tour guides tell you off for having wandered away from your group for so long. You are apologetic, giving Steven a sad smile and a quick goodbye as you rush off to wrangle your group back together and move onto the next exhibit.
He doesn’t see you for the rest of the day though he does get a text from you, a text that has Steven giddy with excitement and a nervous wreck all at once. You start off with yet another apology for running off so suddenly, something that Steven had assured you it wasn’t a problem because he understood how busy you were. He even apologised for keeping you from your duties though he hadn’t been expecting you to turn round and say that you “would happily allow you to distract me any day,” that you enjoyed his company and your daily chats. He was stunned and giddy, sat at his rickety little table in his cave like flat with his glasses perched on his nose and staring down at your text like it was a communication from some great deity. And then your next text had come through and Steven had dropped his phone like it had electrocuted him.
Let me make it up to say tomorrow morning at 9:30? There’s this vegan cafe not far from the museum that I think you will like. Have breakfast with me?
Steven just stared down at his phone in shock, body unmoving as Marc demands to know what’s happened from the mirror propped up on one of the nearby shelves. He stutters over his words, unable to fully form a sentence and pointing at his phone like that would explain everything to the other man. There’s a loud huff and then a tugging in his gut like he’s being pulled back. Steven goes willingly, letting Marc slip into place as his eyes role back and everything goes dark for a second until he’s the one looking out through the mirror and watching as Marc roles his shoulders, shoving his hand through his hair to get it out of his face and settles into the body. He chucks Steven’s glasses onto the table as he reaches for the phone with his over hand, his brows furrowed in concentration as he reads through the messages. It should feel like an invasion of privacy but Marc already knew half of what you two talked about and it wasn’t like anything inappropriate had been said. It would just become glaringly obvious how much of a love struck idiot Steven was but again, Marc already knew that.
He’s silent as he reads and Steven can’t help but fidget, toying with the cuffs of his shit and nervously waiting for Marc to say something about it all and bring some form of order to Steven’s chaotic mind. Eventually he placed the phone back down, leaning back in the chair and staring out across the flat. His voice is calm and kind of flat when he speaks, what Steven thinks is a small condescending smirk tugging at the edges of his lips. “So a date huh?” Steven makes a small wounded noise, likes he’s just been kicked and quickly starts trying to explain why it’s not that. Not a date. It quickly dissolved into a one sided conversation where Steven ends up convincing himself it is a date and full on panicking because he had never been on a date before “except that one to the steak place but erh I didn’t get that date now did I and anyway can’t really say it was a date because I was two days late thanks to you and that bloody pigeon.” Before Steven can get too lost in his rambling though Marc cuts him off with a laugh, a small smile on his normally stoic face as he watches Steven in the mirror.
Steven’s mouth suddenly feels dry, his words disappearing. He didn’t think Marc was laughing at him, not in a malicious way any way but it still leaves him feeling a little unsure of the whole situation. Marc picks up the phone again, completely ignoring Steven as he timidly demands to know “erh what you doing mate?” He doesn’t answer, the phone buzzing in his hands before he’s tapping away again. Panic sits heavy in Steven’s chest, back to wringing his hands as he waits for Marc to tell him what’s going on.
There’s another buzz of a text coming through, Marc smirking as he reads it and Steven practically whines wanting to know what you had said. What Marc had said to you? In one fluid movement Marc pushes up from the seat and drops Steven’s phone next to his glasses, turning and winking at Steven and telling him that it “looks like you’re gonna to be busy tomorrow morning.” Steven’s to busy grinning like a dope to pay attention to anything else, Marc informing him that as Steven was getting the body on one of Marc’s designated days he was taking the body now, going for a run so he didn’t have to listen to Steven panic about the next morning. Steven just mumbled out a “yeah mate,” waving the other man off as he slips into that dark nothingness that they go to when they want to be truly alone, already panicking over what clothes to wear and if he should bring flowers. Should he try to kiss you after or would that he pushing it too far too soon.
Pairings; Steven Grant x fem!reader, Steven Grant x Y/N
Summary; You had just begun working as an archivist for the British Museum. Love has a way of finding its way into your life in the most unexpected ways. Life takes a turn for you once you meet an easily flustered and adoring Steven Grant. Fluff and Smut and Pining and all the beautiful things.
This began as a one-shot, but as of now, I have plans to expand upon this story. It features Steven and Reader at the moment, but Marc will eventually be introduced in future updates.
All updates will be posted here and on my AO3 account VladaJ
Warnings; 18+, smut, language, oral male/female receiving (photos are not mine, please message for removal)
You had just moved into the city, hired as an archivist at the British Museum. To be surrounded by so much rich history and culture, it was truly your dream job. A dream from your childhood. An escape from the nightmare that was your reality growing up. You were no stranger to loss, to grief, to sadness.
You had just moved into the city, hired as an archivist at the British Museum. To be surrounded by so much rich history and culture, it was truly your dream job. A dream from your childhood. An escape from the nightmare that was your reality growing up. You were no stranger to loss, to grief, to sadness.
You worked relentlessly in school to give yourself the opportunity to begin a new life. A good life.
Life as an adult was still a challenge, but you were tackling it well. You had your own flat, a career you loved, but you were an introvert at heart. Meeting new people, making new friends; it was never your strong suit. You believed you were fine, though, happy to be on your own. It was easier this way, simpler. Your family was out of the picture. Acquaintances never stuck around long enough to become friends. Your dating history was abysmal at best. It took years to build confidence in your own independence, but you had reached it.
Work kept you busy, and you didn’t mind. The last thing on your mind as you buried yourself in your research was a relationship.
It’s funny how the world works. It crept up on you slowly. That anxious, nervous feeling. You couldn’t understand it, make sense of it. When it came to him, these feeling were reserved for him alone.
You met him on your very first day. You had accidentally stayed far past your scheduled hours, overwhelmed and excited by your new assignments. The museum had closed to the public hours beforehand. You believed the building to be empty aside from the few security guards and janitorial staff that occasionally made their rounds. You were taking this time to further explore the museum.
It all seemed impossibly more mystical in the quietness after the crowds had cleared and the lights had been dimmed.
You had wandered into the Egyptian exhibition. Ancient statues and art lined the walls. You held your arms across your chest, taking in a deep breath as you stood before the statue in front of you. Years of hard work, moments of pain, and determination, all accumulated into this moment. You sucked in a deep breath, feeling your eyes water; pride, happiness-
“Ramesses the second.” A male voice spoke behind you.
Your heart lept inside of your throat, your pulse beat wildly as the blood rushed to your head. “Jesus Christ.” You exclaimed, whipping towards the voice, your hands clutching at your chest in your surprise. You believed you had been entirely alone. Your silent moment of reverie popped in an instant.
You were met by a man who looked nearly as surprised as you did, as if he hadn’t been the one who had snuck up beside you.
“Oh God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” His face was flushed with embarrassment. You were sure you held a similar disposition. You stared at him, wide-eyed for a moment as he continued to ramble on.
“I work here,” He motioned to the staff badge clipped to his waist. “I was just on my way out- this exhibit is on the way. I saw you standing here. Well, I have to say I was surprised to see you. I wasn’t sure if you were a patron. I’ve never seen you here before- I saw your badge.” His words were a jumbled mess as he pointed a shaking hand towards the badge clipped haphazardly on the side of your hip.
A smile crept up your lips as you took in the flustered state of him, harmless enough.
His rambling halted in a quiet whisper as his eyes dropped to the ground and found their way back up to yours. There was a brief moment of silence shared before you reached out your hand and introduced yourself.
“(Y/N), I’m sorry. You just startled me a bit was all, thought I was alone. Today’s my first day. I’m an archivist for the museum, stayed a bit late.” You spoke softly, feeling the heat spread across your cheeks.
His face lit up as he listened to you. He quickly clasped your hand, shaking it enthusiastically.
“Steven, Steven Grant. Just a clerk. I’d love to be an archivist, though. It’s wonderful to meet you. I usually stay late, wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here either,” Steven quickly began to babble again.
You watched him as he spoke. He was charming, in an odd, talkative, and nervous-mumbling sort of way. Far from what you believed your usual type to be. You watched his eyes fall to the floor again as he noticed your amused expression.
“It’s wonderful to meet you, Steven,” you smiled earnestly up at him. You looked over your shoulder at the statue you had been quietly observing just moments before. He followed your gaze.
“It’s Ramesses the Second; the statue. He was one of the greatest Pharaohs of ancient Egypt, known for the Battle of Kadesh.” He motioned towards the statue. While you knew this already, you didn’t dare interject. Watching his expressions as he talked about the history of the statue made something in your chest stir. For ‘just a clerk,’ he truly seemed passionate about what he was speaking about.
You had a thing about male counterparts overstepping and over explaining things of which you already had a great understanding, but with him, just something about the way he explained it all; you didn’t mind in the slightest.
In truth, you were thankful for the awkward first meeting. He had been the only other person who had spoken to you that day besides your manager, who gave you a quick walkthrough of the building before showing you to your desk and dropping a caseload into your lap.
Those ‘accidental’ late-night meetings continued for weeks. Even when you were tired and ready to be home, you pushed yourself to stay just a tad bit later. To see him, to listen to him, to watch his deep eyes brighten as he pointed you around exhibit after exhibit.
He always seemed just as nervous as he had that first night you had met. But you enjoyed the conversations, he was friendly and kind, traits that seemed harder to come by these days. You thought of him as just a friend at first. Of course, he was fit, odd, but charming nonetheless. But there was no way that he was into you.
Right?
You hardly doubted your own looks. You were confident in yourself, and besides, you never cared much about the way you looked, anyway. You were always told how much you resembled your mother growing up. And while your issues with her were in the past and somewhere locked deep away, she was the most beautiful woman you had ever met. If you looked like her, then there was no need to worry, right?
The men from your past had all expressed their attraction to you as their opening line, hook, and sinker. It became quite galling over time. Was that all men saw you as? Just another beautiful woman? You had always wished to meet a man that could see past what was just surface-deep. You had given up on dating entirely. Put no effort into it. Put no effort into the way you looked or came across.
So why now, after all this time, were you waking up earlier in the mornings to pick out the right outfit, digging through your old makeup bag, fussing with and taming your wild head of hair? Why were you counting down the hours for your shift to be over? Why were you waiting nervously in an exhibit you’d walked through dozens of times just to see him?
You were acting like a silly schoolgirl all, hoping for your crush to notice you. You scolded yourself for it. Yet, you couldn’t help it.
It was pointless anyway. If he were interested in you at all, he would have said something by now, surely.
Right?
You tapped your foot nervously, fussing with the hem of your skirt, checking the time on your watch over and over again. It was getting late, too late. Maybe he had already left. Your heart sunk in your chest as you exhaled a deep sigh. Time to give it up, you thought. Pick up take out on your way home, throw yourself a one-woman pity party, open a new bottle of wine. You had nearly reached the exit doors when you heard a familiar voice call from behind you.
A smile spread across your face as Steven ran up beside you, grabbing the door and pushing it open for you.
“I’m sorry, was stuck on inventory again tonight.” He smiled. You couldn’t help but notice the way his cheeks flushed as he looked over you. He quickly diverted his eyes, a small smile spread across your lips. You had picked up a new shade of lipstick, cherry red. Wore a new skirt, questionably shorter than your normal business attire. But you were sure this had nothing to do with his flushed expression, this was just the way he always acted. You figured that this was just his default demeanor. You couldn’t help but find it charming in a way.
“That’s okay.” You replied. He nodded, his eyes still diverted towards the ground.
There was a moment of quiet shared between you. This was your usual routine, a small goodbye before you both left the museum on your separate routes home.
“Well, I’ll see you on Monday.” He said, looking down at you, a half-smile plastered across his face.
You nodded. He turned on his heel, heading away and down the steps to catch his bus home.
Your mind raced. It was Friday, the start of the weekend. If he were truly just a friend, then there would be nothing odd or out of the ordinary about asking if he would like to hang out, outside of work. Grab some drinks. That was what friends do, right? There’d be no harm in asking.
“Steven?” You called out to him. You regretted your words instantly. What if he were to say no? God, so stupid.
He stopped his pace, turning back towards you. “Yeah?” He looked back up at you from the lower steps of the walkway.
Fuck, this was so ridiculous. What the hell? Might as well ask now, no turning back.
“Would you,” Your breath caught in your chest as his expression brightened.
Fuck it.
“Would you like to grab a drink? There’s a bar close to my flat, a bit dingy, but the drinks are cheap, and the music’s good.” You asked, feeling your cheeks heat as his eyes widened.
His bemused expression quickly transformed into a wide, sloppy grin.
“Of course.” He replied. You let out a small sigh of relief, your heart still pounding up in your throat.
He made his way back up the steps beside you. “Just guide the way.”
You nodded, your own smile widening by the second.
The night went by incredibly. If it were a date, it’d be the best date you had ever been on. But it wasn’t a date. Just a few drinks shared between coworkers, between friends. If that’s all it could ever be, that was okay. Just to spend time with him like this. Watch his cheeks warm as you continued to empty the bottle of gin that you shared. If this was all it could ever be, then this was enough.
The hours went by and soon you had both finished the bottle of gin, your mind was fuzzy, your body warm. Your inhibitions lowered with each drink. It was wonderful. You shared academic conversations, felt your breath grow unsteady as you watched him slip into another one of his passionate rants.
Last call for drinks was announced, and you both decided that it was time to head home.
“Can I walk you home? I know you said you live close by. It’s awfully late. I’d just like to make sure you make it home safe.” He began. That wonderfully nervous feeling began to build in your stomach.
You sucked in your bottom lip, nodding up at him. His face flushed red as he helped you from your seat, you grasped his hand lightly as he held it out to you to pull you from the benched bar seating.
The cool air outside of the bar sent goosebumps against your skin and you couldn’t help but shiver. Steven noticed and promptly offered you the coat he was wearing. You smiled up at him, “yes, thank you.”
He quickly slid it from his shoulders before moving to drape it over your own. His warm finger brushed softly against the exposed skin of your arms. Your skin was alight. It was the closest he had ever been to you. You let out a low sigh, settling into the warmth of his coat.
You wished that he would have slowed his movements as he moved to adjust the coat around you.
You couldn’t stop yourself from staring up at him in awe. Maybe it was the alcohol, the soft glow of the city lights, but he was so entirely beautiful then. Your heart felt too full, part of you was terrified. It must be a sin to feel this way about a man who you were sure could only see you as a friend, a colleague.
The two of you began the walk towards your flat just up the street. You made a conscious effort to slow your steps, just to make the moment lasted a bit longer.
You moved closer to walk beside him. From this distance, you could smell the cologne that he wore, it was intoxicating. You’d occasionally ‘accidentally’ brush against him. You were positive that he would pull away, distance himself, take a few more steps in front of you to keep that distance. But he didn’t, he didn’t move further away, only took steps in closer to you.
It was quietness, a comfortable silence shared between you both. It didn’t take long before you had reached the steps leading up to your flat.
“Well, this is it. Thank you for,” you began, wishing that you had the courage to say more. To say anything more.
He looked up at you as you stood above him on the steps. The expression on his face was indiscernible. You just wish that you could see what was passing through his thoughts.
‘Ugh,’ You thought, ‘fuck it.’ The words left your lips before you could give them a second thought.
“Steven?” You asked. Every rational thought in your brain was screaming at you to stop, be quiet, tell him ‘thank you for the night’ and enter your flat alone. But you couldn’t stop the question that came next.
He looked up at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue. You chewed at your bottom lip before meeting his eyes again.
“Do you...” You began, no turning back now. “Do you think I’m pretty?” Your body heated in an instant. You wished more than anything that you could take back your words. You watched as his face flushed red. Oh no. So stupid, you couldn’t believe yourself. You had never been so straightforward like this, felt so nervous over something like this.
Steven looked around, his lips moved silently as if he were trying to find the right words to say. Oh God, you instantly regretted your question. Of course, he didn’t. If he did, he would have said so already. Right?
You turned away from him, trying to hide your embarrassment, and began fumbling with the keys to your door.
“Just forget it. I’m so sorry, Steven. Thank you so much for tonight, I just,” Now you were the one who was rambling.
Before your keys slid through the lock, you felt Steven grip your arm from behind. He spun you around to face him. His eyes flashed and his pupils dilated in the dim night light glow of neon signage and street lamps.
What came next is something you still dream about to this very day. He wrapped his hands around your forearm, stepping up the stairs until he stood fully beside you.
His fingers found themselves delicately wrapped around the frame of your face, all the air in your lungs sucked out in an instant.
“Stunning. I think you are absolutely breathtaking.” He answered, his voice just above his whisper. His face was so close to your own, the sound of the blood rushing to your eyes was drowned out by the loud pounding of your heart. So, so close. If you just leaned forward, just a bit-
His lips met yours in an instant. You melted into him. If heaven were on earth, you believed at that moment that you had slipped into paradise.
That moment grew into a love that you had only believed existed in fairytales, unreal, implausible. But it was real, so impossibly real.
Girlish attraction transformed into passionate, unbridled love and adoration. He expressed his feelings of infatuation for you since the moment he had first met you. He never believed that a girl like you could love a man like him. But you did, you loved him. You loved him emphatically. He worshipped and praised you in every small moment he could.
Sometimes you were unsure if you were just in a dream, a happy dream. But you didn’t have happy dreams, not like this, never like this. This was real, this was true, this was love. The most beautiful man that you had met in your lifetime. Kind, funny, smart, shy and easily flustered and so uniquely him.
As your relationship grew and developed, you fell even more in love with his small quirks that made him, him. He was so incredibly stunning, inside and out.
Steven expressed his love for you tenfold. For the first time in your life, you believed you had met a man that adored your physical beauty but also adored you for your intelligence, for your personality, for all the small things and moments that made you, you. The things about you that humanized you, the pieces of you that built home in your soul. The things that no one had noticed before.
The physical intimacy began slow, you were both inexperienced and nervous to explore each other in that way.
But you craved it, needed it so desperately. He began to spend nights in your home. You shared knowledge and research and reached out for his input on your projects. It began as falling asleep in your living room. You on the couch and him blissfully asleep in your armchair. Pages and documents spread across the floor.
Slowly, he began to join you on your large chaise, your head in the crook of his neck, his arms wrapped around the expanse of your waist.
But tonight was different. You spent an hour getting dressed up. You knew he was far too shy to take things further than just the occasional kiss here and there. If things were to progress, you would have to initiate the next step.
He had planned a dinner for the both of you, somewhere nice. Much different from your usual casual cafes and late-night take-outs.
You even went out to pick out a new dress. Dark blue slip dress, his favorite color. It was much more revealing than you were usually comfortable with, but you felt truly stunning in it. You hoped more than anything that he would notice, wanted to watch his face redden and listen to his words stumble and ramble as they did when he was stricken by you.
You waited anxiously at your dining room table, checking the clock obsessively, waiting for him to arrive.
He told you he was going to pick you up at eight o’clock. At seven fifty-nine, you heard a knock at the door. No matter how many times you saw each other, that nervous, butterflies in the stomach feeling never went away.
You bolted upright, smoothing out your dress and grabbed your clutch. You made your way to the door, sliding and unlocking the deadbolt. You paused for a moment, maybe you had overdressed, maybe it was all too much. Your mind raced.
Another soft knock rapped against your door. You took a deep breath, grasped the doorknob, and pulled the door open.
Your heart skipped a beat. He was dressed in a fitted suit. A bouquet of your favorite flowers held in his arms. He was perfect, in every sense of the word.
You couldn’t help but blush at the way his eyes widened as he scanned over your body before meeting your eyes.
“I-“ He stuttered, “ You look absolutely stunning, love.” He said, handing over the flowers to you. Fuck. You wished you could just pull him inside by his tie. Let him slide his hands up against your body before sliding the straps of your dress from your body and letting it fall to the ground. You’d let him take you now, in any way he wanted.
“Thank you, honey. You look incredible as well.” You replied. You stood up on the toes of your heels and planted a soft kiss against his cheek before wrapping your free hand within his own.
You gently pulled him into your flat. “Thank you for the flowers. Just let me put them in a vase before we head out.” You smiled up at him.
He nodded, a wicked grin spread across his lips as he followed you into your flat.
He watched intently as you filled a vase with water and slowly arranged the bouquet. His eyes never left you. You felt as though you were on fire under his gaze. Maybe you could skip dinner tonight. The idea of a night in with just him sounded greater than anything at that moment. You exaggerated your movements, bending over slowly, making sure he had a full view of the thin and small dress that fell and grasped in just the right spots.
You noticed the way his breathing hitched as you made your way beside him. You bent over his lap, reaching across him to grab your clutch that you had placed on the countertop beside him.
His fingers gently traced up along the exposed skin of your low-cut dress, sending a shiver up your spine. You couldn’t hide the soft sigh that escaped from your lips. Steven’s body tensed underneath you. He quickly cleared his throat, adjusting in his seat. You stood up studying his darkening expression.
Fuck.
We can always push dinner back a bit later. An idea came to you then. You stood up straight, adjusting your dress.
“Steven?” You asked in a low voice. He cleared his throat again before looking up at you.
“Yes, love, what is it?” He asked, his pupils dilating by the second.
“I’m not sure if this is the dress I want to wear tonight. Would you help me choose a different one?” You asked in the same low tone. Your lip was in an intentional pout. His eyes lit up at your words. He rubbed his palms against his slacks as he stood.
“Of course,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. You wrapped your fingers around his own and he followed you into your bedroom. He sat down on the bed as you opened your dresser. You didn’t really have another dress you’d prefer to wear. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. You had bought one more dress while shopping for the one you currently adorned. But this other dress- well, it is far out of your comfort zone.
Black, nearly sheer, cut lower, and fitted tighter. You had nearly decided against it, believing you’d never actually feel confident enough to wear it out anywhere. But at least it’d hang pretty in your closet.
You were so incredibly thankful at that moment that you had decided to get it after all.
You faced away from Steven and worked at the zipper on the back of your dress. You listened carefully as his breathing grew louder and unsteady as you worked the zipper lower and lower.
He had never seen your body entirely naked before, only glimpses. You had only ever felt his hands move carefully over your clothed body as he worked his mouth gently against your own.
Your hands froze just before you reached the bottom of the zipper. Neither of you spoke for a moment, only the sound of both your increasingly shallow breathing could be heard in your room.
“Is it stuck, the zipper? Could I help?” Steven asked softly behind you. You heard him shift in the bed before he stood up, making his way behind you. Your breath was caught in your throat. Something deep within your stomach fluttered in a way that you had never experienced before. You suddenly felt warm, in the best way possible.
You didn’t need any help with your zipper, you could easily do it yourself. But the thought of him, with his hands so close to your exposed skin- Yes, actually, you decided. You would love help with your zipper.
“Mhm,” you nodded, looking over your shoulder back at him. His eyes were dark, in a way that you had never seen before. It only worked to build that warm feeling inside of you. “Yes, please.” You replied.
The back of his knuckles slowly trailed down your back until they reached your zipper. You couldn’t hide the low sigh that slipped past your tongue. You were on fire.
He lowered his head and planted a soft kiss near the base of your neck as he slid the zipper the rest of the way down. His fingers then hooked around the straps of your dress before he slid them down your arms.
The dress fell in a pool of fabric to the floor. His hands traced down your arms. How had you never noticed the roughness and calloused feeling of his fingers before?
Your mind was soon a hazy mess. You leaned back further into him. His hands moved carefully to wrap around your waist. How had you never noticed just how large his hands were?
All the air seemed to be sucked from the room.
“Is this okay, love?” Steven asked softly against your hair.
You melted further into him, pressing your back against his chest as his hands moved closer to your stomach. “Mhm, please, don’t stop.” You replied. Any hesitation in your mind vanished completely. You needed him. Wanted him. Loved him. Desperate to have him closer, in any way possible.
You turned to face him. Your bare chest exposed to him. He sucked in a sharp breath, scanning over the expanse of your body. A smirk spread across your lips as you watch his heart nearly pounding out of his chest.
You slowly reached up to his tie, undoing it slowly until it hung undone around his neck. You stepped closer, nearly pressing yourself entirely against him. His eyes widened. He quickly shoved off his coat as you undid the buttons of his shirt.
He gently slid it from his shoulders. You looked up at him, feeling your mouth water at the sight of him. You’d never be able to get enough of this, of him.
You reached up, your fingers gently slid down the expanse of his broad chest and toned stomach. You had an idea that he was fit, but he was truly something like a work of art.
He shuddered at your touch, letting out a deep groan as your finger moved lower until they stopped just above his belt.
You looked up at him, his gaze nearly eating you alive. Fuck, you would do anything to please him at that moment. You wanted to be good for him, do good for him.
You slowly traced the buckle of his belt,
“Can I?” you asked breathlessly, sucking on your bottom lip.
He nodded. The muscles in his stomach rippled as his hands flexed at his sides. Inside of the sweet, innocent eyes of the man you had grown to love, something dark spread through them. A side of him you had only caught glimpses of was now on full display to you. It was indescribable, the lust that filled your increasingly clouded mind. You needed more. You wanted to see just how dark those eyes could get.
You worked the buckle of his belt until it unfastened. You slowly lowered to your knees until you were kneeling completely in front of him, never breaking eye contact. You had never felt so powerful, so beautiful.
You carefully slid your hands around his hips before planting soft kisses on the area of his stomach just above the hem of his pants.
He sighed a deep moan. His hands slid up the sides of your face until they gently found themselves wrapped through your hair.
Your nerves were eased by his quiet praise. “So beautiful. Perfect for me.”
You had never taken a man in your mouth before, but now the thought of it made your mouth water and your stomach flip.
Your fingers slowly unbuttoned his trousers before sliding down the zipper. You traced a light touch over the hem of his boxers.
The grip he had around your hair suddenly tightened as his stomach flexed at your touch. Fuck.
Your hand slid over the hardening bulge against his boxers. The fire inside of you grew lower, setting your core ablaze. Another wave of nerves grew inside of you as you stroked along the full length of him. He was large, thick in every way that could be intimidating. Your mouth fell agape. Unable to hide your shock.
You looked back up at him, your eyes wide and wild. A sinful smirk spread across his face. This part of Steven was so new to you, but it was incredible. So incredibly beautiful. But you could still see that soft, gentle, man you had fallen in love with in the lustful blur in his eyes.
You were ready for this, despite your lack of experience. You knew Steven was fairly inexperienced in this sort of stuff as well, which eased your nerves even further. You would both figure it out as you went. Together.
You pulled down the waistband of his boxers. His cock fell up towards his stomach before falling straight in front of you.
“We can go as slow as you want to, love.” He spoke in a reassuring, soft tone.
You nodded up at him, “just wanna make you feel good.”
You carefully wrapped your hands around the length of him. Even with both of your hands, he was larger than you could hold.
He sucked in a sharp breath, his head falling back up towards the ceiling.
You twisted your hands up and down his cock as he guided you through it.
You listened intently to the way his breathing grew ragged and strained as you became more comfortable with him in your hands. His soft and rough moans were the most beautiful sound. You would do anything to hear more of them.
“Just like that, you feel so good. I’m so close, angel.” He praised between broken breaths.
Your core clenched, you could feel your own arousal dripping past your folds.
He was so incredibly beautiful, caught in the moment you leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock. His whole body tensed and flexed. A string of obscenities stumbled from his lips. Filthy words you’d never expected to hear from him. This only urged you forward.
You kissed him again, this time lapping your tongue against him. His eyes rolled back into his head. His moans grew increasingly labored.
“S’good, love.” His voice was nearly lost to himself.
You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, sucking softly, hallowing your cheeks around him as your hands worked quicker. You could feel him pulse in your touch.
“Can I come in that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart?” He asked, running his fingers gently through your hair, tracing lower until they wrapped around your neck.
You pulled away slightly, meeting his eyes. “Yes, please.”
He groaned, his grasp on your throat tightened sightly as you took him in your mouth again.
Just moments later, you felt his movements stutter and his cock pulse against your tongue. His warm release coated your throat and lips. It was unlike anything you had tasted before. It was incredible. Watching him fall apart above you, you would do anything to see him like this. Over and over again. You continued your movements until he was a mumbling mess of moans and shallow breaths. He gently pulled himself out of you.
You swallowed his come. The feeling of his release coating your throat made your most sensitive parts throb. Your arousal dripped down your inner thighs.
You were both breathless, your bodies alight.
He quickly pulled you up into his arms, planting heated and desperate kisses against your lips and face. He picked you up against him, your legs wrapping around his waist.
He brought you over to your bed, gently laying you down on the edge of the bed.
He knelt before you on the floor beside the bed. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled your panties off, discarding them on the floor.
Your chest rose and fell in shallow breaths as you watched him take in the sight of you completely.
His grip around your thighs tightened. He pulled your hips closer towards the edge of the bed.
“So perfect, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful.” He groaned, planting sloppy kisses against your inner thighs. Your mind was a fuzzy mess.
“Mmm, closer Steven. Need you.” You spoke through labored breaths.
You met his eyes, a sinful smirk plastered against his lips. He pulled you closer once more, his mouth just about your clit. The warmth of his breath against you set your body alight. He traced a soft kiss against your clit, your back arched up against the bed, your toes curled under you as he dragged your legs up around his shoulders.
He pressed his tongue against your folds and began tracing gentle, quick laps against you.
You whimpered, his low groan vibrated through you.
“Does that feel good, love?” He asked with his lips still against you.
You could hardly formulate your words. That beautiful warmth began to quickly build inside of you.
“Mhm, so good.” You sighed out as his motions quickened.
“You taste like heaven against my tongue.” His words were quickly sending you over the edge. You were desperate to come against his gorgeous face.
His grip around your thighs tightened bruisingly against your skin. The slight pain was so beautiful, you desperately wished that it’d leave marks in the morning.
Suddenly, you felt two of his fingers sliding through your dripping folds as he worked against you. He slipped inside of you, curling his fingers up to press against your most sensitive spot.
You cried out, your hands dug deep into the duvet.
“Fuck, fuck Steven, I’m so close.” You sighed out, feeling your legs wrap tighter against his back.
“Come for me, love.” He groaned against you. His words were the final push you needed. That warmth inside of your core spread through you. Your vision blurred through your blinding ecstasy. His pace was relentless as he continued to push you through your high. You were both a rambling mess of obscenities and praise.
He continued until you were clenching desperately around his fingers. Begging for him to slow his overstimulation.
He slowly stood, pushing you back further into the bed. He fell into the mattress beside you, quickly pulling you into his arms. You reached forward, clasping his head between your hands. You kissed against his lips and face, tasting your release against him.
This was heaven on earth, you were sure of it.
You both stayed quiet in a moment of blurred ecstasy. The sound of your uneven and ragged breathing filled the room as you both came down from your highs.
Once you regained your composure, you looked up into his eyes, his grip around you tightened. His deep, dark eyes lightened, catching that light you loved so much. He smiled down at you. “I love you.” He whispered, pressing kisses against your temple.
You melted into his embrace. “I love you too, Steven.”
There was another moment of blissful silence before Steven spoke again. “How about we push our dinner reservations back a bit?”
You smiled, nodding up at him. “Sounds wonderful.”
Summary: Someone couldn’t handle herself while texting Jake and there is no turning back.
Warnings: If sex scenes aren’t your thing, this fic isn’t for you. 🔥
My native language isn't english, so forgive me the possible grammar errors.
Never alone
Jake: Can you focus on what we are doing, please?
You read the message and something large clogged your throat. Is it possible that he knew what you were doing?
MC: I am focused. I just got distracted for a second, sorry about that.
Jake: Good. So, are you on board for this? It isn’t too hard task for you?
Oh yes, it is, and you know it. How can I possible focus on anything while discussing with you? It was so strange feeling, since you had never seen his face, but you imagined him as tall, with dark hair and well-built. You had dreamt about him for weeks now, even while you were awake. It has almost become an obsession to you, and you checked your phone probably a hundred times a day, just to see those sweet three words… Jake is online.
MC: So, what is exactly you want me to do?
You saw the pencil mark as a sign that he was writing and apparently deleting the written message few times. There was this tingling feeling in your toes and you felt slightly nauseous. You were longing for a message, where he would tell you to take off your shirt and give you a new instruction. You knew that he could told you to do anything, and you would oblige easily without a doubt. Your nipples went hard even for that thought and you had this longing sensation, like an ache, between your legs, demanding and pulsating. The top you were wearing was a long gone and you laid on your back on the sofa and the only light in the room was the light coming from your phone. Your hands wandered through your body with light brushes, occasionally rubbing your breasts, and you closed your eyes. You imaged that those hands weren’t yours, but Jake’s. You drew circles with your fingers at the surface of your skin, ending up on the waist band of your panties. Slowly, you touched yourself in a trembling hand, and small moan escaped through your lips, waking you up from this daydream and the imaginary picture of Jake in your mind vanished. Frustrated, you took your hand away and put the shirt back on. But he would never do that, and you just knew it. You had confessed that you liked him, and he said that he liked you too. The warming feel with those words was overwhelming and you had returned them many times, just to remind yourself that he had feelings for you too. But I like you too, is such a vague impression after all and could be just a compliment too. How could this ever work since you didn’t even know where he was?
Jake: I don’t want you to do anything what compromises your safety. You know that, right?
Jake: So, forget all your plans going there loudly with cavalry. Since all you have, is me, and I hardly am “the cavalry”.
But you are all I need and all I want, you wanted to respond. But something held you back, and you were afraid that Jake would go offline. You tucked a lost strand of hair back to behind your ear and sighted. Why, why on earth this was so fucking hard. And for god’s sake, you two were just texting and you couldn’t contain yourself. You imagined meeting Jake in person, but how embarrassed you would feel, since you could not even say those things via text, how could you ever say them aloud?
MC: I do know that. I will be discreet, no one will see me.
Jake: Be careful. We will talk again after your mission.
You had feeling that your discussion was coming to an end and the tears started blurring your sight. You just wanted to be close to him, even though it was in opposite ends of two screens between you two. You had been in this situation many times before, and each time it felt harder. It was so utterly crushing to lose contact now and you typed so quickly that you didn’t have time to even think about what you should say to him. Knowing that you were alone the next few weeks.
MC: Don’t go. Just don’t leave me now. I miss you so much. I love you. Don’t go.
When you saw your own words flashing through the screen and realized that you had lost your self-discipline, those tears that you had tried to not let loose, came like spring water, draining your cheeks. You didn’t want to look what Jake replied (or did he even reply?) and you felt so powerless and weak, and those feelings had been inside you for a very long time suppressed. You threw your phone back at the sofa and paced around your living room, cursing under your breath. You fucking idiot, why would you say that? He doesn’t love you back, you stupid girl. If he would, he would have come and get you already.
You heard that you got messages, multiple messages, but you didn’t want to see them. Jake was probably telling her now that they two together were too dangerous and he was wanted by the government… But you didn’t care. If he just would have asked, you would give up your life as you know it without a hesitation. You could move and go no-contact with your friends and family, you would give up your job, that you loved. Because you loved him more.
You loved him.
And this was the thought last on your mind when you cried yourself to sleep.
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You had no idea what time it was, but it was night since it was so dark that you couldn’t see anything. The silence was overwhelming and pressuring, and you laid without moving on your bed covers, and suddenly you just knew, that you were not alone. The only noise in you could hear was your own breathing and you stopped it for a second; but you couldn’t hear anything. You opened your eyes carefully and looked your apartment. Since you lived in a studio, you could see the whole room from your bed. Your heart was pounding so loud and fast that you were afraid it would escape through your ribcage any second now.
You looked thoroughly the room and you couldn’t see anyone or anything moving. Slowly you pulled out from your bed and turned the light on. There was no one in the room. You searched your apartment cautiously, but there was nothing out of the ordinary to be seen. Just when you were going back to bed, you noticed that the window in the separate kitchen was open. Had you forgot to close it? You looked from your window to the yard, but there was nothing. You shut the window second time that night and stared at the darkness, but still, there was nothing to be seen. Remembering last nights text messages made you frown, but you would deal it in the morning. You yawned and turned around.
Just when you thought you couldn’t handle your heart anymore, it stopped and felt ice-cold. There was this dark figure in the corner, just a few footsteps from you. You saw the dark figure was a man with a hood and it was covering his face, so you couldn’t see who he was. But you didn’t need the to see anything more, because you knew who was standing in your home instantly. It just wasn’t possible...
“Jake?” you whispered in utter disbelief. This must be a dream. You pinched yourself from your thigh so forcefully, that it hurt like a hell.
The hooded figure seemed to be alarmed and hesitant, but he didn’t move or say anything.
“Jake? Is it really you?” you asked softly, and the man slowly nodded. The movement of his head was so small, that you weren’t sure if you were seeing correctly. You had no idea what to say anymore, this situation had surprised you fully. You had had these dreams, but now when he was really here, you were so lost on what to do.
“Has something happened?” you asked, voice trembling. Your knees felt that they were going to betray you any moment now. Suddenly the man made a noise, and it took a while when you understood, that he was actually laughing. The laugh didn’t sound joyful, it was more a bitter tone.
“Apparently I have gone mad”, he said in a raspy voice. “I swore that I would protect you and here I am, putting you a more danger that you ever have been.”
You shifted the weight of you to another foot, trying to understand what Jake had just said.
“What do you mean by that? How am I in danger?”
“What else this could be? I am wanted by all kind of people and none of them are on the good side” Jake spat angrily, and you felt his eyes piercing you, even though you couldn’t see his eyes. You suddenly came very, very aware that you didn’t have any trousers on, just the panties. Your hands moved to cover yourself but at the same time, you had dreaded this moment since you ever had chatted with him in the first place. But why was he so angry?
“Could I see your face?” you asked, and you didn’t recognize your voice anymore. Since when you had sounded like that? Maybe your wildest dreams were happening, and you couldn’t believe it.
“No.” His voice was harsh and cold. You felt instant disappointment roaming thorough your body, crushing your hopes.
“But why? You can see mine.”
“Let’s not make this any more complicated than it is”, he frowned and took a step back, adding more shadows in his figure.
“Why are you here then?” The now unrecognizable voice was mad. You felt anger rising somewhere inside of you, making room for itself pushing all the hopeful thoughts aside. “Why the fuck are you in my home in the middle of the night if I can’t even see you?”
Overwhelmed, you turned around and felt so frustrated. Jake was in your home; you finally had met him, and he forbid you to even look at him. This was nothing like you had imagined, there was nothing romantic in this situation.
“I needed to see you”, you heard him answer and waited more. His voice was not so harsh anymore, but maybe… desperate? You peeked him with corner of your eye. He hadn’t move from his spot.
“Why would you say those things? Why didn’t you answer my messages anymore?” he asked and now he’s voice was definitely trembling. You thought that he was longing something and didn’t know if you could give it to him. You turned back to him and took a step closer to him. You slowly reached your hand towards him, but he didn’t budge. For a second you remembered your semi-nakedness but who the fuck cares. This was more important than a missing pair of jeans.
“Jake”, you said lightly and even saying his name aloud gave you a light blush. Get yourself together, you command yourself. “Are you that daft?” you burst, and this was clearly not the answer Jake had expected since you heard offended huff from the darkness.
“I was so embarrassed with my own words, who betrayed me coming out like that, because I had agreed with myself that I would not vocalize my feelings towards you. But I do love you which is absolutely crazy and how on earth I could love something I haven’t never seen or heard before? That would freak out anyone, let alone you, who is forced to work with me to find his sister” you ranted, now looking on anything else except him.
“I don’t expect you to love me back, and I am so sorry for distracting our search towards Hannah. I won’t do it again, I promise. We can never talk about this incident again.” You feel those stupid tears again and flickered your eyes. Oh no, don’t cry NOW!
Everyone who has ever heard silence, know how disturbing it can be. The silence what landed between you and Jake was so thick and full of fear and anxiousness and you waited -, no, - you feared his response. It felt like a small eternity when he finally responded.
“MC…” he said, and that was all he said. Nothing else. You waited but there was nothing more. Feeling so defeated and humiliated, you just wanted to get away from him and started walking out of the kitchen.
But he finally grabbed your hand and pulled you in to the shadows with him. Your confused brain could only register his musky smell and his other hand on your lower back when he pulled you closer. His lips carefully brushed yours and your head felt like exploding. Adrenaline flushed through your veins so fast that it made you feel dizzy, and you grasped his hoodie to stay balanced. You leaned towards him and felt his breath on your face, and you opened your lips, welcoming his.
You had never been kissed like that and it had never felt so good. His lips were demanding, and his grip tightened on your hand; your hands were in his hair, trying to get him closer. You both gasped air between the kisses and his hand moved from your back to your bottom, and you tangled your leg behind his. He let go of your hand and lifted you to his lap and turned you two around landing you on the counter top and you could hear cutlery dropping on the floor. Your brains screamed with joy and happiness, wishing this moment could continue forever. There was only you and Jake in this world, and nothing couldn’t stop you two, you wouldn’t care if the Man Without a Face would have entered the room.
He moved his lips from your mouth to your neck and every kiss he made, left you with a burning sensation and you could not do anything else than moan. You could feel his lips changing from gently kisses to more intense and rougher around your neck and he nibbled behind your earlobe quite forcefully.
“Jake…” you moaned again with pleasure and sent your hands exploring his body, you just wanted to have all of him.
“This is incredibly stupid” you heard him say somewhere lower and you can’t help but giggle a bit. “Why does it feel so good then?” you asked, and he answered by cupping your breast and squeezing it gently and sucked your earlobe at the same time. You could see that the darkness had lifted since moon was shining from the window, lighting the room. He had a dark hair, as you had imagined, and it seemed that other of your predictions had done well too. Jake let go of your ear and looked at you and you could see his blue eyes were full of lust and something else… He stroked your cheek with his thumb, and you pulled him closer between your legs with your feet.
“You are so fucking beautiful, MC”, he said in a raspy voice, still looking at you. “But I did actually know that already. I just needed to see you with my own eyes”. I presumed that he meant that he had seen my social media profiles, and probably something else, that I wasn’t aware of, since he was a hacker.
“I presume that I am not alone with my feelings?” you asked and did not know, what made you so courageous. You two looked each other and time had stopped. Still caressing your cheek, Jake sighed.
“I am not good with expressing emotions. And still, this is incredibly stupid.”
Now was your turn feel offended. How could this burning feeling inside of you be stupid? And why couldn’t he just admit that they were more than pen pals from mystery series of Duskwood? Maybe he didn’t care you as much as you liked to think.
“Yeah, maybe you are right”, you said in a hurt tone and lowered your gaze. “If I am the only one here with feelings, this is going to be a torture for me if we continue.” You let your hands rest on your lap.
“Who’s the daft now?” Jake asked amused and lifted up your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I didn’t come all the way here to tell you I didn’t love you.”
“What are you telling me then?” You didn’t dare to hope for any answer. Jake kissed you again, but you broke the kiss soon (even though it was incredibly hard) and looked him desperate.
“Jake… Please”, you whispered.
He looked you and looked defeated.
“If I say it, there’s no turning back. I feel like I’m trapping you with me, and trust me, it isn’t comfortable place to be in life at this moment.”
“I want to be trapped with you with every cell of my body” you assured him quickly. And you meant every word you said, because this, right here, was where you wanted to be. With Jake.
“I…” he started, and you stopped breathing. You had longed for this moment ages and could not believe that this was happening. Your whole body waited for he to continue his sentence.
“I never want to be separated from you” he whispered. “You are amazing and beautiful, and still so frustrating and stubborn. I came here to tell you that we are better off just friends for both of our protection, but now I am with you and you are just… you! You just look at me and I forget everything I was supposed to say and all I want to do is pull you closer and never let go.”
You exhaled and noticed that he was shaking, and you were surprised to see that you were too. “Well then don’t let go”, you whispered back.
He grabbed your waist and shift you closer to him and kissed you passionately, your tongue met his. He nibbled your lower lip, and his hands were wandering again through your body. You wanted to be touched everywhere by him and leaned little bit back so there was room for his hands. He took eagerly your given chance and moved his hands under your shirt. You felt dizzy again and didn’t even notice that you were moaning again when his lips found a way to your cleavage. He looked up as a gesture making sure that this was okay to you.
“Don't you dare to stop”, you gasped.
He didn’t need more confirmation and pulled your shirt up, revealing your upper body. He took a moment to look at you properly and you felt something getting harder inside of his trousers. Your thoughts moved to the forward where he would finally enter you and the pulsating, aching feeling was back. Jake took your nipple between his lips and sucked it gently and for a moment you were so sure, that you would pass out for the pleasure. He caressed you with his hands and mouth, moving the hands slowly to the waistband of your panties. You tried to take of his shirt, but he gently pushed your hands off back to the counter top as he focused on you; you had no choice than enjoy the ride.
His fingers felt warm when he finally touched you under the panties. You knew that you were soaking wet, but when he started rubbing your clit, you could see the star constellations. Your moans weren’t subtle anymore, and with each noise you made, he seemed to get more fuel on his actions. Jake pulled your panties off easily, revealing you completely. He took he’s moment again to admire you and before you knew, he was continuing rubbing your clit with his thumb and the other hands fingers were inside you, fastening the pace with every moan you let slip. You could feel his tongue on your nipple again and you grabbed his hair. All you felt was pleasure, you had never felt so good in your life; all your emotions from last month while texting Jake and developing one-sided feelings towards him came to final conclusion – you weren’t alone in this after all, and this made you so utterly happy. Your vision started to blur, and you lost your sense of everything else except the overwhelming feeling of relieve when you orgasmed. When you finally came back to your senses, you felt Jake gently lightening his pressure on you and you breathed heavily, trying to get some air. Your smile was contagious, and Jake grinned while watching you.
“What?”
“Like I said”, he murmured, “you are amazing.”
You pulled him for a kiss which deepened shortly. At the same time, your hands found his belt and you started undressing him with his help. When you got rid of his shirt, you saw scars on his torso, and you looked them in confusion.
“Another time, okay?” Jake asked and you nodded and same time you felt butterflies in the bottom of your stomach. Another time…
He opened his belt and lowered his trousers revealing black underwear with a promising bulge in the groin, and you could not wait to get rid of these barriers anymore, Jake was laughing for your enthusiasm and this time, the laugh sounded like it should be; light, happy and a bit teasing.
“I cannot wait you to be inside of me” you confessed, and he did as you told. You could feel him in your entrance, dipping in just the tip. Your whole body was ready, and your mind was yelling you all kind of naughty words and Jake looked you just like he could hear them. He kissed you playfully and you just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Jake”, you moaned, “you are driving me crazy.”
“Now you know how I feel”, he said and took a good grip from your hair, pulling your head back and forced his lips on yours. You felt him entering inside of you and you moaned so hard, that it was a more of a shout than a moan. The thrusts went harder as he listened you carefully first, and all you could do was to say “yes”.
The sex wasn’t like you had imagined, but it was better. It wasn’t gentle and loving, it was rough and needy, and you felt both of you were pouring out all of those long-suppressed feelings and dreams of you two, the desperation with the dangers and the times you two tried to forget each other’s as it was just mad to fell in love with stranger. But here you two were, having sex in your kitchen, against all the odds.
You grabbed the cupboards above you trying to hold your position as Jake pounded in you and you kept drifting in the back of the counter top. Jake suddenly pulled you down from the surface, turned and bent you over, and entered you again, going in deeper with every thrust. You could hear his breathing tightening up and getting faster, as well yours. He grabbed your hair again, which you didn’t know that you liked before, but oh boy, how it made things better. You felt the orgasm coming again and you couldn’t help but scream and arch your back with incoming wave of pleasure. You didn’t hear yourself, but you were screaming Jake’s name, and that was the final straw for him, as he came inside of you.
****
You sat on Jake's lap and laid your head to his chest, as your fingers draw circles on his chest. He kissed you on your forehead and played with your hair.
“Jake?” you asked. “What happens now?”
He looked you in deep with his thoughts and you were wondering, would you even want to hear answer to your question.
“Well. This definitely complicates things”, he said finally.
“You can’t go offline now”, you teased him, trying to lighten the mood. “Can we solve this together?”
“So, we’re together now?” he asked with one of his eyebrows up and you bump your fist in his chest lightly. “That is not how to respond to a lady who has just had sex with you”.
“That is correct”, he frowned. “I’m sorry.”
“Do you have any objections at the topic of us being together?” you asked, and he could hear the worry in your voice.
“Well, I said it before. There’s no turning back now”, Jake gazed you intensely, caressing your cheekbones, “You’re stuck with me now.”
Knowing how hard it was to him say these things aloud, you took this as a victory and snuggled to get better position on his lap. He did love you as much you love him, and both of you know that.
“Just where I want to be. With you. No matter what.”
Going to put a content warning and the headcanon's under the line just in case. This deals very mildly with being attacked, and briefly talks about some stuff but it's mostly about their reactions to the event occurring. Nothing is really graphic, but just in case I want to keep it all hidden and up to the reader whether they want to read it or not.
Asra:
It happened while he was away on a trip. You had just finished up for the day and were in the process of locking up with a last minute customer rushed in requesting a reading. It was already dark outside, but they seemed nervous so you agreed and led them to the back. What you didn’t expect was a large object to hit you on the back of the head, cause you to black out.
You awoke in the morning to a pounding headache and an emptier shop. Luckily the thief didn’t appear to be knowledgeable on magic supplies, as they only took potions and other items that were easily replaced. The money was a bigger disappointment, but you’d had enough saved up to hold you in case of an emergency.
You shrugged off the event, thinking it a random happenstance, unlikely to ever happen again and continued to open up shop.
When Asra finally returned from his trip, you casually mentioned what had occurred, not expecting him rush to your side, apologies slipping from his mouth. You tried to reassure him that everything was fine, but he was adamant that this wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t left you alone again. Guilt hung heavy on his half heart, and he was devastated that you had gotten hurt in his absence.
“Next time I’ll take you with me and keep you safe, MC. I promise.”
Nadia:
She wished she could say she was surprised when the servant informed her that an assassin had been caught assaulting you at your shop. Incredibly worried? Yes. Relieved that she’d had the foresight to post guards near your abode? Absolutely. Surprised? No. After all, she was the Countess, and there were many people who wanted to claim the city for themselves. All they would need to do is render her vulnerable, and sadly there were cleverer ways to do so than to attack her directly.
As soon as she heard the news, she called her meeting to a close and rushed from the palace, barely remembering to don her disguise. Nothing was going to stop her from getting to you and ensuring you were as safe as the servant reported. The shop was in disarray when she arrived, furthering her concern for your wellbeing. She found you upstairs, two guards on either side of you as Julian looked over your wounds. He stepped aside as Nadia approached, noting that you had only suffered minor cuts and bruises.
She had to take a deep breath, willing back the tears of relief she felt at seeing you alive, as well as the anger she felt toward the person who dare hurt you. Part of her wished to immediately punish the criminal, but she’d already committed to bettering Vesuvia’s court system. A full interrogation would take place, to try and suss out who contracted them, before they would be placed in the citizen’s deciding hands.
For now, her focus remained on you, pulling you close, keeping you safe within her arms.
“I know you still wish to run this shop darling, but would you at least consider moving in with me for safety?”
Julian:
There was a fight at the Rowdy Raven, because there’s always a fight at the bar, but usually it’s Julian who gets caught up in it. That night however, you were alone, waiting for him to meet you after work. He was late, of course, so you decided to grab two Salty Bitters and find a table while you wait. As you weaved through the thick crowd, someone bumped into you causing you to spill the drinks on a nearby patron. The man was very drunk and very angry. His fist caught your cheek before you could even process what was happening.
Suddenly, as if summoned by the gods themselves, Julian appeared at your side, taking the man down with a few well-placed hits. Before a full on brawl could erupt, Julian grabbed your wrist and fled out the bar’s back exit.
Once back in the comfort of your home above the shop, he tended to the small bruise that began to form on your face, profusely apologizing the whole time. He felt guilty for not being there sooner and allowing you to get hurt (on top of the guilt of knowing he was overworking himself again). You tried to brush him off saying that accidents happen, but he refused to listen.
That night, instead of drinking away the week's stress like you’d intended, the two of you curled up in your bed, Julian wrapping his long limbs around you protectively. Every time you’d catch him looking guiltily at your cheek, you would have to kiss him and remind him you love him. Eventually he started to overplay it, eager for more kisses, but you were more than happy to oblige.
“Why don’t we meet at the clinic next time? That way you can make sure I get out on time, and I can make sure you’re safe.”
Muriel:
When Muriel entered the hut to see you sitting in front of the fire, tending several cuts and bruises, he stopped functioning. His mind raced to all the possibilities of what had happened to you: Someone broke into the shop, someone tried to mug you on your way home, someone or something attacked you in the forest. It wasn’t until you looked up at him beaming that he was able to shake off some of the anxiety.
Nervously, he sat down to help with the healing while you told this grand story of winning an auction for a set of rare magical powders down in the Red Market. You were on your way back to show them off when you were pulled into an alley and a small group of people tried to mug you. You proudly describe how the fight went down and how you managed to fend them all off on your own, oblivious to the anxiety coursing through your boyfriend.
Muriel pulled you tight into his arms, practically smothering you in his meaty mountain man tits. He ignored your protests that you’d only gotten a little hurt. There was no such thing as ‘a little’ hurt when it came to you. It didn’t matter if you won the battle, though he was proud of you and relieved you had. You had gotten hurt in the process and that was too much for him to bear.
“MC, please don’t go to there without me again.”
(You’d fought over this point, knowing how stressful both the coliseum and being in crowds could be for him. In the end, he won and accompanied you on all future trips. This turned out to be a boon as suddenly you were able to haggle for better prices and win more auctions).
Portia:
There was a group of foreign diplomats visiting the palace that week, and a party was being held in their honor. Being the royal magician, it was expected that you would attend to mingle and perform a trick or two. Portia wished she could be your plus one, but instead she had to work the event, overseeing all of the other servants and making sure the guests were taken care of. She kept an eye on you, both because she could never get tired of seeing your gorgeous face, but also because she didn’t like the way one of the Lords was looking at you.
Five minutes. That’s all the time she took stepping out of the party to check on something in the kitchen, but when she returned, you were nowhere to be seen, and neither was the diplomat. Alarm bells went off in her head, and she quietly informed Nadia that she was leaving her post to look for you. The Countess allowed it, and sent her with a guard in case there was trouble.
It took a while, but eventually she found you in one of the abandoned wings fighting off the man as he tried to touch you. Anger bubbled up in her, and Portia let out a war cry, running to tackle the man to the ground. Together, the two of you overtake him, leaving him curled up in pain. The guard intervenes before you can go too far, escorting the Lord back to the party to await Nadia’s judgement.
The countess gives the two of you the rest of the night off, so you snuggle up in Portia’s cottage. You aren’t physically wounded, but she makes sure that you aren’t emotionally hurt either, giving you plenty of treats and kisses.
“If anyone tries to touch you, I’ll make sure they don’t have fingers to touch with.” “Portia, no!” “Portia, YES!”
Lucio:
You were adventurers, getting attacked was a normal occurrence, be it bandits, or monsters, or bandits with monsters. What was not expected was for Lucio to wake up to an empty bed. He searched all over the inn for you, with no luck. So he woke up Mercedes and Melchior to help him search the town. He didn’t find you, but he did find a ransom note in the one of the alleys. It was bandits (as usual) but this time they had decided to kidnap and hold you hostage in exchange for the most recent treasure you two had found.
Lucio was pissed. He was ready to march into that camp and tear down every last member of their gang, but he could hear his mother saying ‘Use your head, boy’. It was clearly a trap. They were definitely going to try and ambush him instead of peacefully agreeing to a trade. Well, if they were going to play dirty, then so was he. It was only a day’s trip to the Scourgelands from the town you’d stopped in, and while Lucio hated to make you wait, it would be safer with back up. Morga agreed immediately, because she actually liked you.
The bandits were not expecting the terror that rained down on them. While Morga fought her way to their leader, Lucio scoured the camp for you. When he found you, beaten and bloodied, all hell broke loose. Between him and M&M, no on in that tent (aside from you) was left alive. He carried you with one arm, and fought the remaining bandits with the other.
In the end, the entire camp had been wiped out, and their stock of coins and other treasures was split between you and Morga.
“We are taking a long vacation as soon as you’re healed, MC. Somewhere warm, with a beach and no bloody bandits”
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A soft sigh left the woman's lips as she slumped her head down a little in defeat. What had she been thinking earlier? Her back was starting to ache and she was starting to get tired of the sweat collecting on her (s/t) skin. Earlier this had seemed like fun, something she could to to get closer to a seemingly unreachable goal but now that she was actually here and nothing had happened so far she were starting to realize that maybe she should have just kicked herself in the face earlier to have avoided this situation. How stupid of her.. She had been one of the doctors working late shift, throwing out some bloody rags when the Quaestor approached her, scaring her a bit thanks to the their damn near silent footsteps but she managed to keep calm and collected.
The woman would never state it out loud before them, maybe joke about it to Julian or another one of her few close coworkers but there was something about the lead surgeon and no she didn't mean the nearly problematic sharp teeth or the strange horns on their head, granted though while everyone claimed those parts of them were weird she had to admit that they personally didn't bother her. There was only a few things that really bothered her about the doctor like maybe the way one could see their eyes sparkle as they dug into a slowly rotting corpse or maybe the way that they collected parts from bodies to study later but while these things seemed strange and unsettling she still personally couldn't help how she watched them in awe almost every time. They were interestingly.. very pretty to her and she just couldn't help it.
The crimson eyes, the long lashes, and those smooth lips.. she found herself currently flushing a little before huffing lightly. How silly it was really, her 'crush'.. or whatever, something Jules said to tease her often, had distracted her so easily that she had managed to herself into this situation. Stuck ringing a dirty mop in blood red water.. She had so happily accepted the Quaestor's invitation to stay after and yeah she was expected to clean up but damn.. She took the time to look up and curiously looked over her shoulder, the room was lit by torches and candles because unlike the lead surgeon she didn't have the ability to see in complete darkness like them but even so with the dim lighting the room still had a heavy and eery feel. Valdemar hadn't been in sight since they asked her to join them tonight and honestly now that she was looking around she wondered why only she was here. A part of her was so done, her back was for real aching from sanitizing and cleaning the tables, sweeping, and even mopping now. Why hadn't she just said no?
Another sigh left those lips of her's as she raised the mop from the floor and place it back in its bucket. She had to drain the water and wash the mop a little but after that she could just report back to the other and finally head home, maybe head to the tavern even or just get herself a nice glass of wine at home and settle down before some well deserved sleep. She leaned up, gripping the handle of the bucket as she made her way over to a nearby sink and switched on the water. The sound of the running water cut through the silence in the air easily which almost put her nerves to ease, almost. Damn.. where was that Quaestor? She really wondered if it was because they had a lot of faith in her or whatever to finish her work or if they just didn't care to watch and maybe she shouldn't either but while Valdemar was eerily gorgeous they were also quite intimidating and she definitely didn't need to be the next person laying before them, laying strapped to the table and examined...
The woman paused for a moment after that thought. Damn it, she couldn't say she wouldn't enjoy being strapped down before them if she was being honest though... She shook her head, had she been a few years younger she would have tossed the mop aside rather ferociously in a fit of embarrassment. Why did it have to be them? She couldn't help but think about it, it wasn't often she developed crushes and honestly with how close she was with Jules he naturally seemed more like a candidate to her but the second she saw the Quaestor something had seemed to spark so dangerously that it had nearly set her on fire. Her hands carefully threaded through the mop's tendrils as she ran water and soap over it and then her mind started to wander again for what seemed to be the millionth time tonight.
Their eyes were just so beautiful, she had never seen anyone with red eyes like there's except patients but the Quaestor wasn't a patient.. their body was strong, toned and lean and sometimes she stared a little too often because wow they were kinda tall or gosh they looked so fucking good in their work clothes. Oh and their hands, sure they wore those damned gloves most of the time, if not all, but even so she still couldn't help but admire them. How they hadn't caught her rather obvious glances and gazes, no one knew.. She could say honestly that she slightly hated them over it, how could they be so attractive without even trying and how could she fall right into it? Like a fucking moth to a fuckibg light.. "Damn them, let me hurry up and report that I'm done." She began to mumble to herself before humming a little right after. "...Then I could get home and rest, I'm tired.." She sighed before turning off the water and setting the mop aside for a moment to grab the bucket and tilt it, pouring the contents down the drain, watching as crimson water swirled in the sink. Once completely done she moved over to place the mop and bucket back where they needed to be and then turned back around to examine the room.
Slowly, a smile found her lips. Maybe she didn't appreciate her brain trying to make her think of her boss in a not so innocent way and maybe she was a little bitchy right now because she wanted to go home and take one hell of a bubble bath but she did like how much cleaner it looked right now and all anyone could do was thank her for it tomorrow when they all had to work again. Maybe it wasn't so bad, cleaning up so late into the night, maybe, finally, she could get some appreciation in this god forsaken place. After that another hum came out of her. What time was it? Hands curiously checked her pockets as if it was going to help her, which it didn't and then she shrugged. It was definitely maybe midnight by now, she could just check after she found and talked to the Quaestor and with that thought she began to walk. Now trailing down the hall which she believed would lead her to the main office door, passing all the ones that lined the walls.
Once there she couldn't ignore a queer feeling building in her. She had completely forgotten to clean the utensils.. yes that was definitely it. She nearly cursed... well she was at the door already, she might as well tell them she was almost done before going back to finish for real this time.
With that final thought she raised her hand up, prepared to knock on the bulky, wooden door before her but right as knuckle was about to meet wood she paused as a small sound cut through the quiet air. First confusion had enveloped her whole system, the sound had been airy and if she were farther away there would have been no other way she would've heard it. For a moment it was quiet again and now thinking that it was maybe just her, she looked around curiously for a moment. She found nothing here that seemed out of place she could really point the sound to.. Maybe it was because she was tired, she must've been hearing things she told herself with a little chuckle and a shake of her head. She prepared to knock once again and then their was another noise, louder this time and she stopped once more. This time it had sounded like a bitten off curse and now the woman stood there. A part of her told her to leave it be, to not be curious for once in her fucking life but another part... A much louder part, whined at her to at least take a little sneak peak inside. What could it hurt after all? Even if the Quaestor was in there, if she was careful she'd be fine, perhaps. She could take it as a little payback that only she'd know about..and with that her bright and curious eyes looked down at the shiny knob on the door just begging to be twistedby her fingers.
What if it was lock though? A voice in the back of her mind asked her while at the same time she had already reached her hand out to take hold of it and with as much gentleness she could possibly ever muster, she turned the knob between her finger tips only to find that the door actually wasn't locked at all. She continued twisting easily until she could crack it and look in as carefully as possible. What were you thinking really? Peaking in so carelessly and on your boss out of all people?.. She could see a light source, maybe a candle of lantern keeping the room dimly lit but enough for her to see some of the desk and then that silhouette that she knew so well by now. From here nothing looked amiss at first but as she continued to look she found herself growing flustered for some strange reason. Her eyes narrowed and then she saw it.. she had to stop herself from jerking and stupidly slamming the door just as more sounds broke through the air.
"Fuck.." came a hushed hiss followed by the sound of something wet, slimy and against her better judgement she shuddered. What.. where they doing? She asked herself wearily before she decided to get a little comfortable. She had came too far to back away now, she told herself so now she pushed the door open just a little more, looking down at her feet for a moment to make sure no outside light would give her away and then she looked at them again and her face blew up in red. The Quaestor was leaned back in their chair, one naked hand with beautiful painted nails lazily covered their mouth and the desk hid the rest but with the noises filling her ears and the redness on their own cheeks it gave them away perfectly. Were they.. touching themselves? She asked through her inner monologue, invested now into watching for as long as she possibly could before they quite literally skinned her alive.
The more she watched the easier it was for her to see their chest rising and falling after her eyes got used to the lighting, more noticeably than usual and if she thought their face was pretty before the blush that she could see now on their olive skin made them even prettier. The hand over their mouth barely stopped any of their slowly but surely rising sounds and she watched in awe as they leaned their head back as the other hand moved behind the desk. She gulped to help her throat which suddenly seemed as dry as a fucking desert. She knew what they were doing, touching themselves in the comfort of their office.. while she actively watched without their knowing. Their hidden hand ran up and down and she found herself wondering what was truly between those thighs of theirs.. Her face blew up beet red and her hands were becoming sweaty. It.. It would be best to pull away now, act like she hadn't saw anything but then another low, wanton groan filled the air and she nearly collapsed right then and there hearing it so clearly, almost as if it was in their intentions for her to hear it. Her gaze locked on them once again.
"Y/n.. just like that.." they growled lowly and boy suddenly a heat that was as piercing as seven suns came crashing down upon her. Why were they saying her name?! And in such a needy and hot, husky tone.. They sounded much like an actual beast, desperate for a moment of her time and if she wasn't so 'mature', she'd probably be happy give it to them. She'd jump out right now and start shedding clothes if she was. Oh, why did they have to be her boss? She didn't think she'd actually have a chance with them and yet here they were calling her name and touching themselves?! She wouldn't question it now but later tonight in her bed alone and with hands in her pants she'd figure it out all on her own.. Finally she pushed herself to pull away, it was definitely time to close the damn door and act like this didn't even happen even though she could feel a warmth running over her skin, heating her up and almost convincing her to risk a few more seconds.. She ignored it and quickly moved to close the door again, but before she could go through with it they moaned so needy-like and she nearly whimpered, biting her lip to keep quiet. Now.. now that was definitely a sign to leave and with much effort she pulled back and as quietly as she physically could she pulled the door closed with a small 'click' which unbeknownst to her was the sound that sealed her fate for the night. She slowly back away from the door, taking careful steps and then hurriedly scrambled away after she was sure they wouldn't hear her.
She scurried away like a mouse from a feline until she had made it back to the main room where she firmly slammed her hands on a table. Hunching over said table she let out a little curse and tried to stable herself. Her cheeks felt like they were in flames, and her eyes slid shut, lashes dusting her (s/t) cheeks as she gathered herself and tried to make sense of what she had just not only saw but heard as well. As much as she wanted to act like she saw nothing she couldnt ignore how warm her skin felt or how a need of some sort seemed to make itself noticeable between her thighs. It.. it was fine, she'd finish her work and would just leave. She didn't have to announce her departure then, after all they did seem quite.. busy. She probably shouldn't interrupt whether it was true they were thinking about her or something else.. She thought to herself as if she hadn't just came from watching them like some creep. Fuck..
Quickly she straightened herself, taking in a deep breath to help her get it together. "Work, and then home." She spoke as if to remind her of her plans tonight. All she had to do was finish and then head straight home.
Shoes padded against the floor as she made her way over to the dirty trays, cheeks still a bit warm and as she reached forward and collected all the bloody scaplels and other tools into her hands a sudden noise cut through the air. Footsteps. She perked like a deer in headlights, almost jumping at the sound as the steps grew closer, well placed and determined. 'Oh no, here they come!' Her conscious practically screeched at her like a madman and she almost fell in a fight or flight mode but now it was too late to do either as their presence filled the room with purpose. For a moment the woman refused to face them but soon she slowly turned to look over at them after being met with nothing but silence only to find them a lot closer then what she had assumed they were earlier, only standing a couple inches away.
"U-um.." She managed to choke out before letting out an actively awkward laugh. "Good night isn't it Quaestor, I was just finishing up before I left for the night." She spoke as the other stood there for a moment. Her gaze was connecting to the floor to avoid those piercing eyes of theirs which she didnt have to even look at to still feel them stabbinf into her. For a moment there was just silence and at this point sweat was starting to collect on her back, then a low chuckle ran through the air making her flinch a little. Slowly she raised her gaze which was probably the worst thing she could have done because once she had done it she found their gaze on her and their eyes connected. So.. pretty she thought before shaking her head. Quickly she casted her gaze back down again as fuchsia started to collect on her cheeks again. Lightly she began to nibble on her lip, their eyes had seemed to be glowing, lidded with something darker in them that she wasn't used to from them but she couldn't say she didn't enjoy it..
"You know.." came their sing-songy voice and with the heat between her thighs came a bit of some despair. This was her first time hearing anything from them tonight and she was pretty sure they could hear her pounding heartbeat. "I find humor in little sheep that like to wander." They continued, cooing and she shifted her feet before them. "Remember when I announced that I personally do not need all of these lights?" They inquired and Y/n found herself growing more and more nervous as well as.. excited. Quaestor Valdemar claimed many times that they didn't need light to see in the dark, their eyes were nearly so perfect that they could probably even see in the darkness of the oceans. She found it interesting and sometimes she wondered if she could ask about it to them. She loosened up a little before flashing her gaze up again as they suddenly stepped closer and she noticed that those couple inches between them had suddenly became a few centimeters. Nearly stumbling back, the smaller woman quickly cleared her throat and then.. the realization came crashing into her like that of a train. Full impact.
The utensils in those hands almost found a place on the floor but Valdemar smoothly took hold of them from her and placed them back behind her neatly. They could be dealt with they thought quietly to themselves. The closeness made her heart flutter, the Quaestor had never been one to respect or humor the idea of personal space but this was different. Their gaze slightly unreadable but when she looked up at their gaze again they grinned before carefully moving a hand to her neck and for a moment she had believed they'd actually end her life here but then a finger slid over her throat and to her chin, tilting her head up as they leaned down, noses brushing. There was shock first that they were doing this, whatever this was and then her need to kiss those awfully tantalizing lips started to come over her as she let her gaze linger. They really had nice eyes too, she thought to herself before lowering her eyes to look at their lips again and she tried hard not to shiver and yet it ran down her back anyway. A toothy grin appeared on the other's lips and without much of a second thought the smaller woman leaned in, capturing their lips in a sudden kiss. There was a little sound of protest at first from the Quaestor but then they stared ahead at the girl before they lightly blushed, sliding their eyes shut and pulling her closer to them as they took over the kiss.
One of their hands found and curled around her hip while the other moved to the back of her neck, gripping at the hairs there a bit as they pulled her in closer. It was easy for the woman to fall into temptation with their hips against her's, her resolve had fallen into mush, useless against what was happening right now. She had dreamt of this moment so many times, to have them against her holding her still while their lips tainted her's. She had pretty much completely forgottened what she saw earlier surprisingly but Valdemar was quick to remind her. They took her in their hold a bit more before lifting her over their shoulder with ease and the woman let out a startled yelp, squirming for a moment until a hand patted her round bottom. "Stop squirming." They said simply and she found herself blushing more intensely, huffing childishly. Granted, it wasn't rare for the other to pick things up like this, Valdemar was actually quite strong and she's seen them carry many bodies at once before but.. now, being bent over their shoulder, her ass right next to them.. stirred something in her gut that she still wasn't quite ready to face. "Well excuse me, most bosses don't pick their workers up and sling them over their shoulders!" Squeaked the young woman and then she found herself covering her mouth with her hand because who was she to say that to them when they could so easily rip her flesh right off her body and with everything she's seen them do now of course she's seen them do it before. They chuckled before panic could kick in.
"Oh? And most employees don't sneak into their bosses private room to watch them and yet.. here we are." They shot back and the woman bit her lip, shutting herself up as red exploded over her face and with a smug laugh the being began to make their way back to their office. Once their they turned back to the door, locking it because even if they seemed to be the only ones here tonight one could never be too sure. The room was still dimly lit, the lantern on their desk lighting the room just enough for her to see the oddities in jars around them. Valdemar stepped calmly over to the desk and smoothly slid the woman down to the ground letting her stand on her own. They stood before her and for a moment their was just silence but they both seemed to be thinking similar things.
Her eyes tried to focus on their face but the more she did that the more she felt exposed under their strong and sharp gaze, she shivered lightly and for once she decided to be greedy because with how Valdemar was eyeing her it didn't seem like their cared if she thought such of them. They had such nice shoulders, such a lithe form and fuck their hands were naked for once. She eyed them. All those times she had spent imagining how they'd feel on her.. in her and here she was now with what seemed to be a chance. Their hands had a couple scars on them that now since you were closer you could see, and their nails were a beautiful onyx and oh the neat veins that lined them..
"Get down on your knees." Valdemar's voice suddenly cut through the heavy tension that had built up in the room and the woman perked noticeably. For a moment she stood there with red cheeks and wide eyes. "P-pardon?" She asked lightly not particularly afraid she heard them wrong, no she'd happily drop down before them but she did want to make sure they meant it. Their eyes connected again, their crimson ones boring into her (e/c) ones as if they'd devour her at any giving moment. They didn't need to say it again.. and with that she slowly descended, getting down on her knees. Her head hung low, embarrassment and excited showing brightly even on her (s/c) skin.. her hands balled up and settled on her thighs and soon Valdemar's hand moved to settle in her (h/l) hair. The woman nearly shied away from the touch but she soon settled, nearly nuzzling their palm before they pulled their hand back and placed themselves in the seat before her. She casted her eyes up at them to find their cheeks a lovely hue, it seems as though they were just as excited as she was. A grin carefully spread over their lips before they spoke.
"You seemed quiet excited when you watched me earlier.." they spoke, trailing off a bit after and she shivered because such piercing words definitely didn't help her from not wanting to stare at their crotch. She wasn't even looking directly at it and yet she almost couldn't wait to dig in if that's what they really wanted from her. She swallowed, biting her lip to not think about it right now but even if she did ignore it what she couldn't ignore was her own excitement building between her legs.
"Touch it." They spoke suddenly cutting through her thoughts like a sword through flesh, she flinched a little before shyly looking up at them to find them looking back down at her with a lovely smile and sharp teeth and lidded crimson eyes. "W-what?" She squeezed out before she could stop herself, throat going dry and a moment later they reached down towards her once more and took hold of her chin making her squeak a little. They leaned down, so closely it seemed like both of their lips would meet together in another kiss but sadly as the woman leaned into them, hungry for another taste, the Quaestor pressed their thumb against her lips. Her eyes which had fell close a moment ago had fluttered back open in confusion. "I know you wish to, dear, you seemed so curious before.. here's your chance. Touch it, use your mouth." They purred out in a whisper and she nearly melted on the spot, right there between their thighs.. They ran their thumb over her lightly quivering bottom lip slowly, letting out a light sigh before pressing a small peck against her lips and pulling away slowly, chuckling when she whimpered a little.
It didn't take long at all for her to give in, fuck it. Quaestor Valdemar wasn't one to share all of their information to people so even if she did this they wouldn't use it against her right? She wouldn't be wrong for being greedy just this once right? She's never been this interested in someone, why would she hesitate in this one moment? She scooted closer, lifting her hands to their knees and giving them a little squeeze, looking up at them once more before pressing her face into their crotch. She'd never really wondered what the other had in their pants but whatever it was it was warm and wet.. eagerly she opened their pants with her hands, pulling their pants down and once low enough a beautiful pair of lips were there to greet her just as eagerly. There was a moment of silence then a small groan from above, she looked at the spot in awe, fascinated in how it twitched and glistened and it was only when Valdemar moved their hand to her hair again when she snapped out of it, a little more saliva gathering in her mouth. If she had paid more attention she could see the slight bashfulness that showed on Valdemar's face for just a moment, seemingly flustered to find her staring. They didn't have to say anything more it seemed though.
She pulled on their pants some more and almost excitedly Valdemar now raised their hips to help her draw the fabrics down. The more she tugged their pants down the more her heart seemed to pound in her chest. She wouldnt admit it here right now but just looking at the awaited treat before her made her want to reach down and touch herself.
Once exposed enough and with the guidance of their persistent hand she kissed their right knee before growing closer, laying teasing kisses on the inside of their scarred thighs. The flesh twitched under her lips and she couldn't resist letting out her tongue and dragging it along the skin, drawing awfully close to that sweet center but not just yet which made Valdemar biting at the inside of their cheek, struggling to keep even those sounds down. She been so distracted that the shaky sighs above her didn't catch her attention until Valdemar spoke again, their tone a bit lower than usual. "Will you stop that?" They spoke lightly but there was a hint of annoyance there.. impatience.. in their tone and usually on the job when they spoke to her like that she'd apologize vigorously but here and right now, that wasn't the case. She smirked a little against their skin, confidence swelling in her chest and then she bit them, nipped the flesh and their thighs jumped a bit and they raised a hand to cover their mouth before any noises could slip out.
"Are you in a rush?" The woman asked from between their legs and they simply narrowed their gaze at her as their chest noticeably rose and fell. She hovered so damn closely to that spot now that Valdemar could feel her panting breaths on their exposed cunt. The surgeon couldn't speak at the moment, not once in many.. many years had someone left them with words hanging on their tongue. It was her, it was always her, they even despised the thought of vulgar things like this before she so randomly showed up in the picture. From day one to now they had experienced a variety of confusing and intense emotions and much like herself their thoughts had seemed to focus on her. Asking her to join them tonight and catching her so shamefully spying on them earlier had all been part of a plan that they hadn't particularly planned but still seemed to be working smoothly and now that she sat here with them. They found it hard to respond to even that silly question. No, they weren't in a rush. Quaestor Valdemar often studied in their free time but tonight they set that aside. She gave them a cheeky grin before hitching their legs open a bit more and finally laying a heavy lick on the wet lips. Her hot and wet tongue slid from the base to the round clit and Valdemar trembled under her hold, the hand in her hair tightening.
They.. smelled good, something earthy like pine. She had groaned, more comfortable about letting them hear her sounds now, moving a hand up to their already hard clit as well and spreading the lips coyly as her tongue curiously flicked the hard clit before tonguing at the entrance that dripped a clear and sweet fluid. Their thighs twitched noticeably and with curious eyes she glanced up at the other and at first she paused because wow.. she doubted anyone ever got to see them like.. this.. and yet she was this close and because they wanted her to be. A feeling of victory overcame her, she was also the one stirring them up even if she had barely touched them. It made her think in the back of her slowly fogging mind if they thought about her often. If they locked themselves in here and have thought about her being between their legs before. A little purr came from her at that and she finally granted mercy, because oh it couldnt hurt to go a little easy on them. She neared them some more, nose sliding over their crotch which held nicely shaven fuzz and then slid her tongue along the folds curiously and for a moment a mewl built up in her throat. There was one lick, then another, followed by another; her tongue starting from the bottom and trailing over their puffy, wet lips before flicking the hard bud at the tip of her warm fleshy tongue. They tasted so fucking good too, so fucking good that her eyes managed to roll to the back of her head for a moment.
Above her Valdemar arched a bit and groaned, their usually precise eyes clouding in something dark and promising. It was lovely to see, their hand firmly screwed in her (h/c), (h/l), (h/t) hair and the other which had been settled on the arm rest earlier now hovering over their lips to try and stop the noises leaving them. Valdemar wasn't an easily readable being, hell many people didn't even think them human..but here, right now she was seeing them in a completely different view. Her cheeks burned red as she flattened her tongue over the hardening clit and her eyes fluttered shut again when those talented hands of their's pulled on her hair. Under her dirty work clothes (y/n) could feel her thighs growing wet, slick starting to gather thanks to her own growing excitement. She found herself wondering if this was a dream, so many times now had she imagined herself in this spot, between these thighs of their's and being led by their hand. She could see them perfectly from here.. A light gasp fell from the Quaestor's lips as her tongue curiously prodded at their entrance before carefully gliding inside in soaked tunnel. They had such long lashes and never once did she expect to see a shy blush on the other before now. Man, when they leaned their head back she nearly whimpered because never had she found herself wanting to make that delicious throat of their's as desperately as she wanted to right now. She felt grateful, and soon she showed it, flicking and twisting her talented tongue over their soaked folds and sensitive clit. Never once had she seen something so beautiful and majestic, having them twitch under her hands. Her gaze flickered to her hands on their thighs, her left steadily holding their outer hip as they twitched and her right hand cupped the bottom of their other thigh. With an eager moan on her part (Y/n) hooked the underside of each thigh and a surprised sound came from the being above, a sudden gasp, which settled into a low and smooth moan as they opened their legs more for her.
Their other hand moved down to lazily stroke over the back of her neck and she let out a dreamy sigh, engulfing their whole sex with her mouth and sucking on those lips until she pulled away with a sinful wet slurp. Heavy breaths fell from her lips and now not worried about being pinned to a table and neutered anytime soon she lowered one of her hands and licked the digits slowly. Coating them with her saliva and putting on quite a bit of a show for the other while doing so. Valdemar watched with hungry eyes, panting. They were currently contemplating changing their form, bring out a phallus and seeing how much of you mouth could take that. Those round and smooth lips wrapped around their cock and choking on it did sound delectable but said thought was turned down when two protruding fingers slid between their fold before easing inside of their heated cavern. Making a wet squelch in the process. Now she wiggled her hips a little, shivering at the wetness between them, fuck.. she spread those fingers and looked inside, cooing a little at the slick that gathered heavily on her fingers.
"Fuck.." she huffed, lips moving on their own at this point. Valdemar arched their hips letting out another strangled noise. "O-oh..," they gasped and she cut them out with a low mewl. "Its so fucking wet.." They shuddered even when they told themselves not to. The Quaestor wouldn't dare to admit it but the weltering heat inside them didn't grow any cooler when she spoke like that.. How silly, a being as old and talented as them crumbling under her sweet mouth and words.. they'd probably judge themselves for it later because after all, they weren't used to showing such expressions but they seemed to be going against that recently. They'd been excited the second she agreed to safe after and maybe it was a ploy to get her here now but why would they say that? Their legs twitched some more, and they leaned their head back again, moaning and rolling their hips as her fingers sunk deeper into them, practically getting sucked in now.
"You must think about me often huh?.." Her voice cut through the heavy air again and this time Valdemar growled, a noise that shot a sudden splurge of arousal throughout her body. They had to admit that did irk them a little, a human getting cocky over making them twitch and moan even just a little. Oh the things Valdemar could do with just their fingers much less their actual mouth. "Shut.. -ah.." They hissed under another flick and it didn't help with that growing head of the girl's. She licked their hard clit again before giving it a sloppy kiss, and then she laid another kiss on their inner thigh. She left a playful nip there, toying with the other now as if Valdemar wasn't some powerful and royal being who could just be toyed with. "What? What was that? Say it with your big words.." she hummed in a teasing tone and suddenly she was being pulled up before she could think. It was so quick, a surprised yelp fell from her lips followed by a hiss as her back met to wood of the desk that had been behind her. Her figure shivered a little being below them and Valdemar towered over her with a hefty glare. "Damn you.." they growled and she blinked in shock before opening her mouth to apologize, plead for forgiveness because maybe she had done something wrong or had taken it too far but her useless words had got caught in her throat as they ground their leg between her thighs shooting sensations all over her and suddenly she arched against them, reaching her hands to grip their biceps as she let out a startled moan.
Valdemar's trousers had slid down their thighs, the fabrics lowered enough to were they could press against her closely. Their own pussy rubbing along her pants as they caged her in, palms on each side of her and heavy pants falling from their lips in the process. "Don't get a big head just because I'm giving you this.." they spoke with venom into her ear, leaning down to brush their lips over her jawline. That's right, you weren't leading them but instead it was the other way around. They were giving you this, like an owner would give a pets to a touch starved dog. "You know what I could do to you?" They whispered, nipping at the skin before moving one of their hands to trail down her chest like a spider on the prowl. They trailed down, running over the curve of her breasts before lowering over her clothed navel and on instinct she arched under the touch with a shaky sigh. She had a couple ideas of the things they could do to her.. tie her up for one, wrap their hand around her throat was another, hell even returning the favor would be nice of course but all she could do was let out a pathetic whimper.
They were warm, the heat of their pussy pressed against her hot thigh and their own hips ground against her clothed pussy which was begging to be freed. It seemed like Valdemar thought the same and with a toothy and sinister grin they pulled back a bit, her hands falling with the moment as they took hold of her pants and yanked them down exposing her warm, fleshy thighs and panties which they could see was soaked even from here. "Oh, look what we have here.." they cooed like the Cheshire cat, pulling until they freed her from the pants, pulling off her shoes while they were at it and tossing them aside. Crimson blossomed over the woman's face like a plague suddenly. She felt a lot smaller than usual suddenly.. She didnt get much thought to think about it, their hands finding her body once more and without waste, they pulled her wet panties aside before running their fingers other her wet and unattended pussy. Y/n gasped loudly against the better judgement in herself, hips bucking under the much needed attention and Valdemar chuckled lowly as their other hand came up and yank open her work shirt, buttons popping off and shooting across the room while the sound fabric tearing also could be heard.
The cool air rushed over her naked body and as Valdemar's hand moved up and cupped one of her breast she let out a wanton moan. How could they shift this so suddenly? How did she end up in this position again? One second she had been pleasing them, in charge of the famous Quaestor who seemed too far out of reach for people like her and now they had her pinned beneath them, squirming under their touch and they had only just started. It felt good, the circling of their fingers on her clit and she moaned once finally they slid those long, slender fingers into her. She couldn't help how her eyes fell shut, mouth falling agape and hips rolling as best as they could for the both of them and above her Valdemar watched with dark and lidded eyes as they panted, the friction between their thighs also getting the best of them. They had thought back to how many times they've seen her lips, sometimes they stared.. the same way they watched her walk, or work, or talk. Valdemar was a complex being, many long years had passed and not once had they hungered for someone like they had with this woman, much less a human.. They wouldn't call it an obsession, no.. they just enjoyed keeping an eye on her and working their way into her life and a part of them was happy to see how easy it was to get her to this point, under them right where she belonged of course.
They leaned down, their tongue sliding out and laying a long lick along her smooth skin before nipping and sucking on the flesh until a dark bruise started to form. Their digits curled inside of her heat pussy and she bucked, hips jerking when their fingers brushed deep in found that sweet, sensitive bundle of nerves within her snatching a startled moan from her as their lips found her'sin another kiss. "Hold..Hold on.." she moaned against their lips only for them to bite her, a sudden pleausred cry falling from her lips as teeth pierced skin and their tongue lapped at the blood that sprouted out. "No." They responded with a purr and now they laid against her as they continued to work their fingers into her needy little cunt. Their cool skin pressed against her heated skin, their slick gathering on her thigh as her did to their fingers. They panted, fuck.. It felt so good be on top of her, rutting against her rounded thighs and fingering open that sloppy pussy of her's. Valdemar really would have to try their cock out on her neck time but for now they enjoyed the way she arched off the desk, they way her hands clung to their shirt, the way her thighs trembled with each passing second of her orgasm. They liked it so much. They almost didn't notice the knot in them twisting, they were gonna cum.. get their fluids over her thigh and rut until they were empty. They could see her growing close too though and another grin found their lips as they slammed their fingers in deeply, dead on to that spot and she opened lot a flower under the sunlight as pleasure shot through her system.
Oh how she'd look with their mouth on her.. they thought to themselves but Valdemar found themself being greedy. They wanted to see that pretty little face gasp and moan, see that body twist and curl in pleasure and they were gonna do it. They'd keep going until she was begging them to stop. With that thought their thumb pressed against that needy clit of her's and she dug her nails into their shirt and bucked those hips against them, lewd moans falling from her lips and those sinful sounds between her legs fueled them greatly. Their mouth colored her skin in dark bruises, Valdemar couldn't quite help the fact that they wanted to mark her, she had such nice skin after all.
Her orgasm was sudden, cries and whimpers filling the hot and heavy air, her hands sliding down to their hips to grip and lead them and hips jerked as a heavy and numbing white light filled her vision. The orgasm was so intense that her nails dug into their skin and her head fell back against the hard wood on their desk. Words didn't even make sense falling from her lips now as they continued curling their fingers except "Please.." and "Don't stop..." which seemed to be easy to get out though and like a loyal friend Valdemar continued with that pace until her body twitched uncontrollably.
Heavy pants filled the room from both beings, the lantern shoved aside sitting dangerously on the edge of the desk as Valdemar settled more comfortably on top of the woman who was still gathering her breath and struggling to calm her body. Valdemar pressed a firm and dominant hand on her chest, pinning her down easily before running those fingers over her pebbled nipples and they carefully withdrew their hand from her pulsing cunt to raise the digits to their mouth. She lazily watched them, entranced as Valdemar raise the digits and coyly ran their tongue over the digits licking the slick and cum from them. They watched her expression the whole time with a smug smirk and them they began to roll their hips some more against her thigh. She had just came and she still found herself being aroused, Valdemar looked so..fucking good above her even with them grinding against her thigh and fuck... did she bit her lip when they cleaned their fingers of her orgasm? Of course she did. Later she'd most likely have a panic attack of some sort, sure this felt amazing and she was so hot under them but how was she supposed to talk to them tomorrow? How she supposed to talk to them ever?! The two of them had crossed a barrier many people in their situation never crossed.. and if someone told her she'd be helping her boss bust a couple nuts tonight she would have cackled like a madman and yet here she was as they groaned above her.
Easily those thoughts had been pushed aside to the back of her foggy mind, she'd worry later but the view before her was far to fucking good to be ignoring. Valdemar's eyes had fallen shut now and they leaned their head back a little in pleasure, she had been so busy watching that when they brought their hand that was on her breast up to her throat she moaned brokenly, actively caught off guard as those fingers curled around her throat. Valdemar's thigh continuously grazed her clit as they bucked their hips and when they came both of them cursed loudly in a mix of hisses and moans, bodies twitching against each other, Valdemar leaned forward as their body convulsed, their heavy breaths mingling together. For a moment nothing could be heard but there heavy breaths and then after a long moment, Y/n was the first to break to silence.
"I..I'm.." she wheezed, sputtering. Their hand was still around her throat and Valdemar narrowed their gaze a little before leaning down to kiss her lips, actively cutting her off because they could practically guess what she was going to say but they didn't wish for her to get so frantic now.. Not when things were getting so good.
"Turn around, I wish to try something." They hummed and after a moment of watvhing the literal gears in her head turn Valdemar was please to see her be as obedient as a dog and she did as she was told. What a good girl really.
I found my really really old headcanon about the random things I wrote about how Asra fell in love with you. (I'll update it with a better version later on but for now, enjoy)
Asra
I read lots of falling in love headcanons and I am sorry but there is no way Asra fell in love with you at first sight
A crush is a better explanation of what he felt when he first saw you in my opinion
You were his type and he thought he would be so lucky to date someone like you
However, he didn’t let himself fall for anyone quickly
During his route he mentions you two knew each other for about ten years
Since he looks in his twenties, I would say he was at an age to know how cruel people really were in both love and war
Like as a child he did lose his parents and had to live on the streets
Children can’t just process all the cruelties they face and that is fucked up
It is so so so fucked up because he had to think of his childhood after nightmares or uneasy days
He couldn’t even stop himself from thinking so he realized many things later on as a teenager
And I bet my ass he still finds some disturbing details that just made sense to him from his childhood even after his route ends
And probably for the rest of his life as well
He opened up to only Muriel before and even to him Asra didn’t let himself lose control and tell everything
You guys know how good he is with keeping secrets right? It comes from experience
Both he didn’t want to give a panic attacks to his friend and probably people forced him to keep quiet about things out in the streets
Guys this is some serious shit
Like okay, this is a dating sim and devs did their best to not put graphic scenes about the plague in the game
And let me tell you, I can write a LOT about how disturbing the plague actually is
I mean like cremation
A whole ass island where you could hear people cry and scream in pain from afar?
I am not even mentioning the smell that came from the island… It is so so so damn disturbing
Now think about a child that had to survive on his own before the plague
I’d say it is equally scary
Or even more
Asra has probably seen thievery, murder, and other crimes and had to stay quiet because he feared for his and his friend’s life
He did not allow anyone to come too close to him because of this
So when you two first met he didn’t fell for you
However, he found himself observing you from afar
He was curious about you since the day you first talked to him
He found himself paying attention to where you go when he saw you on the streets
He was making stuff and painting masks for you without even realizing
And he wanted you to talk to him
But it was just a crush
He probably started with just being friends with you
He is friendly even though distant for understandable reasons
He liked to spend time with you and only after two years he realized that he fell for you
It was just a moment of realization for him
When he realized that how much he loves you he was already in love
Doesn’t even know when he fell for you this hard
But you gave him security and trust
You supported him when he struggled
You opened your house to him
Share your food with him
Didn’t ask anything in return from him
You were just so natural around him
So… you.
Honest, not afraid to be yourself
And you didn’t care about where he came from either
Each time you made him sure that you were talking to him for him
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