Mending a wounded Heart ~ Gris Rubion x Black Oc ft. Enjin
🚫 MINORS AND AGELESS BIOS, DNI🚫
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut, use of 'Daddy', unprotected sex, creampie, no specific dom/sub dianamics, just two adults having passionate sex
A/N: If you don't know what a Moomoo is, you are too young to be reading this post. And for those who are old enough, ask your mom, aunt, or grandma. They will tell you and you may know it as something else <3
Isa knew her chances with Enjin was a long shot. She fell head over heels for him when joining the cleaners at twenty-three years old. Three years of admiring and simping from afar. Three years of encouragement from her comrades to tell him how she felt. Three years of her getting cold feet each time she worked up the nerve to ask him. Three years of pining reduce to a rejection.
"Listen, Isa. You're cool and all, but you're not my type," Enjin told her casually as he rubbed the back of his neck. Isa was hurt, but she had to show her cheerful side, even through the sting of the heartbreak.
"Oh. That's okay. I just wanted to let you know. You didn't have to return the gesture." she smiled her usual smile, but fought the urge to cry. She didn't want Enjin to feel responsible for feelings he did not bargain for. She smiled through the night, holding back the tears. Pretending she was fine, so convincing that she almost believed it herself. That was until she was finally able to lock herself away in her room. She broke down immediately, gasping so hard from each sob that she was choking on it. Isa was an ugly crier, so she would allow herself to be emotionally constipated before letting anyone see her in such a vulnerable state. She was the ever happy vibe Isa, after all.
Isa lived a double life. Smiling and laughing with her comrades, but sitting in the darkness of her room feeling lonely. She started questioning whether it was Enjin that she wanted, or the embrace of another person, one she was attracted to. In her quiet and sleepless nights, she yearned to be held, to be touched, to be loved.
As time slowly started to heal her broken heart, Isa started to come to terms with the maybes that were left in its wake. Maybe she just want the embrace of another person, romantic and sexually? Did she truly love Enjin, or was he who she wanted to fill the void in the absence of a partner? Did it have to be Enjin, or could it have been anyone? All the questions swirled heady in her mind and often left her with migraines, which she blamed on hangovers if anyone asked.
One day, her mind was racing too much, so she put on some sweats and a cropped hoodie, and went to her favorite hotspot. The food was delicious, the drinks were sweet, and they were one of the rare bars that had desserts. Sure it was late at night, but they were opened late and she deserved to treat herself.
After eating a nice meal and dessert, Isa was on her third glass of wine, the last of what was in the bottle. She was so far gone into lala land that she didn't realized someone sitting next to her.
"You look more blissful than I've seen in a while," a familiarly gruff voice said, waking Isa from her daydream of dark desires. She was surprised to see Gris next to her this late at night. Gris was yet another man that had caught Isa's eye, appearance wise, but as he was like the dad of the cleaners, it never manifested into actual romantic or sexual feelings.
"Hey. What are you doing out this late?".
"I was curious about this place since you have been visiting it for a while... you forgot I could see you sneaking away from my bedroom window.". Isa had forgotten that.
"Oh. I just. I couldn't sleep," Isa put simply, because she really didn't want to open up about how she felt. Gris had such a protective feeling about him that made everyone feel safe enough to talk to him. If she gave too much information, she would end up spilling everything to him. Not that he would have to fish hard for it, she was three glasses under the influence.
Gris frowned slightly at her words, but ordered a bottle of whiskey for himself. The pair sat in a comfortable silence as Gris down two glasses of whiskey.
"I'll be honest, I've been worried about you, Isa." He suddenly spoke up.
"Why?".
"You may have fooled the others, but me, Semiu, and Boss have all noticed a shift in your energy. Did something happen between you and Enjin six months ago?". And there it was, she had a feeling that he would have picked up on her mood changing. Isa wasn't surprised that Semiu picked up on it, but if Boss noticed it, she really was a mess.
"It doesn't matter anymore. I don't want to bother anyone with my drama.". Gris was quiet for a while, but then he placed a hand on her back, rubbing small circle. The gesture warm and electrifying, it struck her so deep, one would considered it to be spiritual.
They made it back to the base and to Isa's room before she allowed herself to cry in front of the taller man. Gris leaned against her door and let her cry against his abdomen, his hand massaging her head full of tight curls. He didn't speak a word. He didn't have to. He was the comfort she desperately needed, the shield that could hold the full weight of her emotions from everyone outside of that room. Once the storms of her emotions finally calmed down and her breathes started slowing down, Isa was able to hear the steady beating of Gris's heart. The sound calming her more and his fingers massaging her scalp making her sleepy. The older man lead her to her bathroom to clean her face, not caring how puffy her face was or that her nose was runny. Once she was cleaned up, he grasped her face with care and kissed her forehead, whispering sweet nothings that sunk into her skin. Eventually, he carried her to bed and helped her get comfortable. Isa laid in bed with just her hoodie and undies, hair tucked into her bonnet and blankets securely wrapped around her.
"You don't have to bottle up your negative emotions. If no one else will listen, I want to." Gris said gently, and despite Isa's best efforts to hold back, the tears rushed out like a faucet being turned on. The man took noticed, paid the tab, and lead the woman out by her hand; his touch as gentle as his words.
"Do you wish for me to stay or do you want to be left alone?" Gris asked, quietly. It took the rest of her energy to finally admit her silent request out loud.
"Please hold me.". No more words were needed. The blonde man removed his shoes and shirt before climbing into bed to grant the request of the woman. His strong body wrapped around her as his hand stroked her head through the bonnet felt so domestic and right. This was what she wanted. To be coddled at her lowest moments, the feeling of intimacy that wasn't transactional, to feel safe and loved for just a moment.
That night created a shift in Gris and Isa's relationship. She started noticing that Gris was always there, every day. She never took a moment to realize it before since she was caught up in keeping her image as the forever happy Isa. Gris, on the other hand, started to pay more attention to the younger woman. He already knew about her holding back her emotions from way before that night. But Isa had allowed herself to be vulnerable in front of him, so he wanted to show in a quiet way that he was there. They even started praying with each other before each mission, a ritual that started after a particularly scary mission that had them shaking.
One night, Isa was reading in a chair by the window. Gris was in his bathroom getting ready for bed, but she had gotten ready for bed before coming to his room. She was wearing a black and gold moomoo, her curls framing her face, and soft skin gleaming in the lamp light. Gris walked out of the bathroom in just his sweatpants and took a moment to admire the woman in such a peaceful state. He wasn't dense, he knew he loved this woman, but the sight of her at peace in his space, in his presence, was enough for him to act rashly. But he, instead, approached her and leaned on the wall to see where she was in her book. He was about to ask the woman where she was in her book, since she was so wrapped up in it that she did not acknowledge him entering her bubble. But as his eyes trailed the page, he noticed the description of a very intimate scene. The words were so vivid that a small blush formed on his cheeks, not because he was inexperienced, but that he imagined doing it with Isa. The thoughts making his length grow in his pants just slightly, but the light rumble of a groan managed to wake Isa from the trance she was in. She marked her placed before closing book, turning to look at Gris only to gasp and lean away. The man beside her had a look that could only be described as desperation with a hint of bashfulness if the slight blush was anything to go off of. He was both pretty and handsome, a combination that wouldn't work under any other circumstances, but was the perfect way to describe him. It took a moment to realize that she hadn't said anything, and her cheeks were heating up.
"Oh. Gris. I.. I'm sorry I-" Isa was cut off by Gris cupping her chin with his index and running his thumb down her bottom lap. The woman breathe became shaky and her face gave away just how needy she was in that very moment. It was a enough to break a lesser man, but Gris was a patient man.
"I want to kiss you. So bad. Can I?" His question was clear, but his voice was husky. It turned Isa on so bad that she almost pounced the blonde.
"Yes, please." She whispered, before whimpering when Gris finally kissed her. The kiss was restrained out of respect for Isa, but she want more. She needed more.
"Gris, please.. I want you to touch me." Patience be damn if the woman he loved was pleading for him. The man round the chair, kneeled in front of the woman, and pulled her close to kiss her the way she wanted. They have shared small fleeting kisses before and every time their eyes were begging for more. Gris was going to make sure he kissed her for every time her eyes requested for more and he denied her. Isa was intoxicated by his kiss, moaning perfusly, pussy throbing. She wanted him, needed him, all he was doing was kissing and grabbing her, yet there she was grinding her hips desperately against him. Gris groans at the feeling and relishing in the symphony of Isa's moans as his nails dragged down her plushy thighs. It was then that he noticed the wetness on his bare skin, pulling back to see her bare puffy pussy drooling in arousal, her body shaking from the withdraw of his touch. Seeing Isa trembling in heat, night gown hiked up, and dripping evidence of what he was doing to her had Gris unbearable hard.
"Fuck, you look good enough to eat. And coming to my room with no panties? Did you hope for this?" He teased, sliding her gown of before massaging her breast.
"I was, I just didn't think it would happen tonight," her pitch got higher as the blonde sucked on one of her nipples.
"Dammit, Gris. I'm so fucking horny, please do something. Please, " she begged to the point of crying.
"Yes, baby.". He kissed his way down to her pussy and wasted no time licking from entrance to clit, his tongue working her clit faster before enclosing his lips around it. Isa gripped the back of the chair as she grind against his mouth, keep her legs spread for him.
"Yes, Daddy, yes. Please, don't stop. Don't stop," she cried out, stomach clenching as she rode his tongue. Gris was not a very kinky man, but her calling him daddy while begging him not to stop had precum oozing out of his tip. It was all too much to bare so, Gris pulled his cock out of his sweats and started jerking at the same time as his mouth. He moaned against her cunt as she pulled his hair, riding his tongue faster as she drowned in her pleasure. She was so loud, but he didn't care, he could tell Isa was close from the way her legs shaked.
"Gris, Gris, I'm cumming." She cried as her body contorted under the tsunami of her orgasm, a high pitched squeal followed as she rode out her high. Her climax triggered Gris's as he fucked his hand before spilling all over the floor, their moans helping ride out the other's high.
Gris looked up at Isa as they took a moment to catch a breath. She was so pretty all fucked out from just his tongue, full breast lightly bouncing with each breath, plushy belly and thighs glistening in sweat, spit, or cum. She was a sight to behold, but he would only take what she gave him.
"Are you alright, my love?" he asked, massaging her calves.
"Yes. That. Was the best orgasm. I've ever had." Isa answered between breathes and laughing at how distraught she sounded.
"Oh, yeah," he paused to kiss her inner thigh, "Want more, Princess?".
"Yes.". Gris scooped her up in his arms before walking over to the bed and sitting with Isa on top. They kissed more as Gris pulled his pants far enough to let gravity do the rest of the work, then he broke away first to lay back on his elbows.
"Go ahead, love. Take as much as you need." He told her and Isa did not need too much more convincing. She reached between her legs to find his cock, semi hard. The woman pulled it in front of her and drooled on it as she admired it. He had a very pretty cock, proving that he took very good care of it.
"You're such a pretty man, Gris. Every inch of you," she cooed as she stroked him fast to get him nice and hard.
"Fuck. Isa, that's so fucking filthy." Gris groaned in response, trying his best to keep watching the pretty fingers run up and down his shaft. He whimpered when she stopped but soon she was sinking down on his cock, drawing a moan from his lips. He was stretching her so deliciously, that she didn't care about the discomfort as she sank further. And her walls were so wet, so warm, so tight. Gris laid back completely, and grabbed both of Isa's thighs to ground himself to sanity. Once she was fully sat, they took a few moments to adjust to the feeling.
"Darling, please. I need you to move. You feel incredible," Gris begged, but his grip on her thighs loosen up and damn if he wasn't the sexiest man alive. Panting, blushing, begging for her had her clenching tighter, forcing a moan out of him again. Isa finally started rocking her hips, slowly at first but when he grazed that spot, she started bouncing experimentally. And with each bounce, she got louder and faster. Gris was no better, moaning as he grabbed her hips, fucking himself deeper into her pussy.
"Fuck. Yes, yes, take it. You're a fucking Goddess." He moaned, toes curling and legs spreading. Isa couldn't do anything but moan. His dick was too good for words and the way he assaulted her g-spot had her screaming.
"Fuck, use me. Use me, use me. This dick belongs to you" his voice had a higher pitch, but it was music to her ears. Isa wasn't going to last long and she wanted him to bury his cum deep inside her.
"Gris. Please. Fuck me into the mattress." She managed to say through fits of moans, less than a few moments later, she was on her back getting pound. Gris moaned as he mark the woman's throat, giant hands gripping the mattress, and his hips snapping against her so fast it sounded like applause. Both of them were so close, but he needed her to cum first.
"Cum for me. Be daddy's good girl and make a mess of this dick. Cum for me, cum for me." He growled into her ear with that husky voice and that was enough to break her. Isa scratched into his back like a lioness, screaming her second orgasm to the heavens. Gris followed right behind with his own moans, spilling deep inside her cunt. They grind their hips until they milked their high for all it was worth. They both ended up passing out still tangled in each other's arm.
The next morning, Isa woke up sore, but clean and warm. She slowly stirred awake at the smell of food, turning her head to see a casually dressed Gris placing two plates of food and cups of coffee on the short table in the middle of his room. He looked to see that Isa was awake, smiling as he approached her.
"Good morning, beautiful," he paused to lean over her and pant a kiss on her lips, "I brought breakfast and coffee. Go wash up and we can eat.". Isa hummed, getting out of bed with Gris's help and walking to the bathroom. After using the restroom, she looked in the mirror to she wearing Gris's clothes and her bonnet. The gesture made her smile as she washed her hands, but when she looked down, she saw a golden ring adorning her ring finger. She hurriedly brushed her teeth and washed her face before leaving the bathroom.
"Gris, what is this?" Isa asked as she walked out of the bathroom, only to collide into the man in question. The blonde took a deep breath before kneeling, gently holding her hand as the ring gleamed in the morning light.
"I know this is sudden, but I'm too grown to play games with you. I don't just want to date you. I want to be your husband. I'm not saying we should rush into a marriage, but I don't see myself marrying anyone else. So, Isa, would you do me the honors of becoming Isa Rubion?" Gris did not turn his eyes throughout the entire confession. He meant it. Every word of it. The woman let out a humorless laugh as tears dripped from her eyes, uncontrollably.
"Dammit, Gris. You know I'm a ugly crier," she used the sleeve of his button up to wipe as much of the tears away.
"Darling, even with the tears, I love you more than words could express. Please say you'll be my wife.".
"Yes... yes, I would love to be your wife.". Gris hugged her as he stood, kissing her temple and whispering 'I love you' over and over again.
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