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Sunday Romance #2: I Hate You

So...sadly I missed out on the first Sunday Romance prompt but I’m ready to try this one out. Now I don’t ever see my couples saying “I hate you” to each other but that doesn’t mean they always get along...

WIP: Ignition Series

Ship: Honor/Cowen

Word Count: 1353

Warnings: Sexual Content 

@sunday-romance​ 

About ten minutes pass as we keep staring at each other. My eyes are willing her to understand my worry for what she’s been doing but all I get from her is disinterest in this whole conversation it seems like and that rubs me the wrong way.

“Honorée...you don’t give a shit about what I’m saying to you?” I say as I cross my arms staring at her. 

“Will you please get off my back, Cowen? It’s not a big deal, all right? Ivan wasn’t even there at the club.” Honor says with a sigh and a soft slap on her leg with her palm. 

I’m just not understanding how about two weeks ago, she was nearly in tears trying to be here with me and safe from this dude and now she’s just risking her life for money. I rub my chin and in the next second decide that if she’s going to play this game then I could as well. 

“If that’s the case then I guess it’s fine for you to head back to your loft right?” Honor’s eyes narrow as I shrug. “You know...since’s it’s not a big deal that a pissed off drug dealer/brothel owner is after you.”

Honor puts her phone on her bed and then gets up to come and face me. I suck in a breath at her beauty. Even when I’m ticked off, she takes the air from my lungs.

“So you’re going to play with me like this huh? With my life? You know I have to save money to take care of my girls, Cowen.” She says, crossing her own arms as her irritated gray eyes meet mine. 

“Don’t give me that, Honor. Don’t you put your girls in this cause if something happened to you, that would be a moot point wouldn’t it? What might be a better idea is to get a real job. You’ve heard of those right? Where you wear regular clothes and don’t have guys oogling your tits all day.” 

Honor’s head goes back as if she’s been backhanded. I hate that I have to be an asshole but there is only so much a person can take. I’m trying to keep her safe but there’s that saying, “You can’t help somebody who doesn’t want to be helped.”

Honor shakes her head before she gives me the hardest glare I have ever seen from her. “...I can’t stand you. Who are you to tell me what job to do in my fucking life? I’m a grown ass woman and I’ll do what I want, Mr. Steele! Don’t you forget who you are talking to!” Her voice raises in the bedroom, warning me to leave her alone.

I don’t back down “If you can’t stand me so much then why the fuck are you here, Honorée?! If you feel that way, why not just pack you clothes and go? I won’t stop you since you’re grown right? Hell, I’ve done nothing but take care of you here and make sure you are safe, but that’s not enough? It’s not enough to care about you? To love you?” 

I can’t stop the words that have come from my mouth. It’s not the way I wanted to tell her this, but she needs to know how worried she makes me and why. I look down, feeling the sudden blush creeping up on my cheeks but hearing nothing but silence is weirding me out so I take a glance up.

Honor’s jaw is on the floor, no doubt in surprise of what I just said. Before I can say anything else though, her lips are suddenly on mine. My arms go up in the air as my body tense, not entirely sure of what was happening. As her soft lips caress over and over, I moan into her mouth as my arms encircle around her waist. 

I’m all too aware of her hands lifting up my fire department’s t-shirt before pulling it over my head canceling out any other thought that was going on. Really hot sex was about to happen and I wasn’t against that. My left hand rises to her breast, not at all holding back on how firmly I was squeezing. Her hiss of pleasure was what is awarded to me and her hands frantically start undoing my pants. The clanking of my metal belt buckle sounds off in the room when they fall to the ground. I look down at her before I push down my boxers.

“Is this because I said I love you?” I ask in confusion but Honor doesn’t answer; in fact it’s almost like she’s trying to ignore that fact. Shit, that hurts a bit but if all she wants is a hard fuck, I don’t mind giving that either. 

Picking her up, I wrap her thick thighs around my waist before turning her to the wall hiking up her mini dress. Her moans fill my ears and I don’t know if they are real or fake. It takes no effort at all to pull her panties to the side before thrusting upwards into her wet hole. Both of our moans barely have a chance to mingle before I’m thrusting hard and deep into her, ignoring her intakes of breaths and sharp cries just as much as she ignored my feelings for her. 

Like I said...two can play this game.

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Last Line Tag

I was tagged for this by @catharticallysarcastic. Thank you, Szan. This was just something popped up for me today and is for Serotonin that won’t be here for a long while but hey something to look forward too.

Hikaru put a hand over his wife’s mouth as he kept pounding behind her taking in every muffled moan and gasp. “You want this to last, Mrs. Mizuno? Then keep quiet so you don’t wake Nari-chan up. Understand?”

It’s been a while since I have tagged anybody so I’ll do the usuals even a repeat for Szandra. Also of course whoever wants to is officially tagged by moi.

@kainablue @ladywithalamp @daftydrafty @kasey-writes @catharticallysarcastic @raevenlywrites

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Hunger At Breakfast

Bacon. That’s what my mind is registering right now and wait…cinnamon? These aromas slowly rouse me from my pleasure induced sleep coma and I open my eyes. Moving a bit of hair out of my face, I turn my head and find the source of the delicious smells.

Cowen is at my stove frying up bacon with his back to me. I shamelessly take my time admiring the way the muscles there curve and dip as he keeps cooking and this cooking of his goes on for about another ten minutes before he puts the fried pieces of meat on a paper towel covered plate and turns to face my direction. There is a pause between us and his eyes gleam as he scans over my sheet-covered body.

“Good morning, Mr. Firefighter.” I say while slowly turning around and sitting my body up then I watch Cowen put the plate of bacon on my bar. My loft didn’t come with a dining room so I usually ate my food there on one of my two barstools. I’m glad Cowen had good intuition on where to put the food instead of lumbering around clueless.

“Good morning, Dollbaby.” Cowen greets back while gesturing to the food. “Why don’t you get that sexy body of yours out of the bed and join me here for breakfast? I’m sure you’re pretty hungry.”

Honestly…I only half hear what he said to me because my attention was on the hills and valleys of his chest and abdomen. Cowen was clad in blue jeans. Blue jeans that were slightly unzipped and revealing to me a patch of his dusty blond pubic hair and the top of his cock.

My clit aches as I start remembering last night and I answer while biting my lip. “I was hungry then and I’m hungry now, Cowen.”

Cowen doesn’t say anything at first, but I can see in his darkening blue eyes that he knows exactly what I’m talking about. He turns to the plates he made saying in a now gravel like voice. “Then I suppose we should take care of both your types of hunger, darlin’ shouldn’t we?” All I can do is nod and while Cowen goes back into the kitchen to get the rest of the food, I stand up and stretch my limbs before putting on a nearby black silk robe over my nude body.

My fingers tie the straps to my waist as I walk up to the bar saying, “Dollbaby, huh?”

“Yeah. You gave me a nickname. Only fair that I give you one too. You like it?”

I move some of my hair behind my ear, looking down at the plates full of eggs, bacon, cinnamon rolls, and fruit. “It’s something I can get used to. Wow, this food looks great!” I think about Cowen’s line of work and frown dubiously. “How do you know how to cook, Cowen?”

"Well, it's just us firefighters. Not a single woman in sight so we have to feed ourselves however we can. I just prefer to do it in a tasty way." Cowen motioned to me, holding the spatula. “What about you? Can you cook?"

I scoff, shaking my head. "Not if my life depended on it!" Cowen and I share a laugh and I hear him ask, "Really? Not at all? What do you know how to cook?"

"Burnt meat, burnt vegetables, burnt bread...even burnt drinks."

"Honorée...now I know you're pulling my leg." Cowen shakes his head as he puts bacon strips on each of our plates. I watch, my stomach grumbling a bit deep inside. My smile is from ear to ear. "No, It's the truth! I promise you and I'm warning you now: I fuck up a majority of foods I make." I shrug. "That's  why I only go to places like restaurants, fast food joints or I eat at friends' houses."

"Then how did Heaven and Savannah eat?"

My heart warms hearing Cowen remembering the names of my daughters and smile graciously when he sets a plate down in front of me. The first bite I take is of my bacon and I moan so very happy when I taste the salty savory goodness nearly melting in my mouth. Cowen eats while standing, leaning over his plate on the counter, waiting for me to answer.

" How else? They ate the same things I did! Or Andre's wife Lea would cook for us. When we lived in the house, I would make really simple things or microwavable things from the grocery store. I know, it's not a very motherly image, but we made do and we survived so there."  I stare at Cowen, who doesn't take his eyes off of me as he consumes a forkful of his sunny side up eggs.

"You guys ate. That's all that matters in the end."

I point at him with the fork in my hand. "Now you're getting it."

Cowen chuckles, moving his food around before taking another mouthful. My eyes once again take in his huge frame crouched over my counter. His Fabio like hair trails down his back and his shoulders, making shiver as I remember how I loosened it from his ponytail last night while screaming out with ecstasy.

Glancing back up at me, Cowen freezes mid-bite as he realizes that I'm staring at him. I don't move my gaze from his, challenging him to do the same to me as he did on my bed. He stands up and clears his throat, using a paper towel to wipe his mouth. The paper towel goes on his plate and his hands go in his pockets. "Darlin'...If you're thinking what I think you're thinking then I suggest you remove that robe of yours so I can make up for lost time. If not, then let's get back to eating.”

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Whelp...

It’s not a full-on sex scene written...but it’s still pretty spicy.

Reaching under her arms, Hikaru brought Aija onto his lap and started kissing her. Aija wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed back, breathing out softly feeling Hikaru’s lips going down along her neck and collarbone. When she felt him growing hard underneath her, she paused his sensual journey by putting a hand on his face.

“Wait, what about Daddy?” She asked.

Hikaru chuckled with amusement at her question. “He’s asleep, you teenager. You telling me you can’t stay quiet enough for me to be between your legs right now? If so, you’re getting rusty, Aija.”

Aija poked out her lips at him in a pout. “I can. It’s just going to be a challenge.”

Hikaru lowered Aija to the bed on her back before moving his head down between her legs. He lifted up her gown to her hips then gripped at her breasts with his large warm hands. Their eyes met and Hikaru smirked.

“I’ve never known you to back down from a challenge, onna…hope you don’t start now.”

Aija started to talk back but then gasped out feeling Hikaru’s tongue going to work. Breathing hard, she glanced frantically for a pillow before putting it over her face to let out a muffled moan. Below her, Hikaru chuckled again before returning to his feast.

onna = woman

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Incoming Lemons

Just a reminder...I am an erotic romance writer so there will be smut being written or posted in the future. If that’s not your cup of tea, then please feel free to block the bits lemons tag.

Also: @rhine-cane, @courtoflanterns, @kainablue @alessia-writes-smut  

I have been seeing that you all have been writing some good hot stuff so I’m hoping I can add my own hot material for you to read! If you would like me to take you off of my taglist please let me know!

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Favorite Parts of Oxytocin Pt. 2

12-21 (summer chapters)

Chapter 12

At the sound of Aija’s loud moan, Hikaru stopped his actions staring down at her. Aija panted, finally realizing that he had stopped and looked at him with confusion.

“That doesn’t sound quiet does it, Aija?”

“No.” She breathed out.

“Then I guess I should stop, huh?”

Aija pushed her hips toward him, as if the mere thought would destroy her. “Nooo…” She whined out.

“Then let’s start over and this time-“ He lowered his face back toward her thighs. “Show me what quiet really means.”

Chapter 13

His blood suddenly rushing hot with anger and arousal at the charged yet gorgeous woman in front of him, Hikaru glowered at her for a split second and then rushed forward so fast that she barely even had a chance to gasp. He put her hands behind her back with one hand and he pulled up against her body, pressing his cock against her. Both of them let out hard breaths and Aija gave him a hard glare. Her body shuddered against his with suppressed rage. She didn’t like how he held her and she struggled against him. “Get out…just…get the hell out.” She gritted out.

Chapter 14

Hikaru backed up from Aija, leaning against her wall with crossed arms. “You can’t even wait for me to come home, Koi? You have to take care of things by yourself?”

Aija started to look away with shame, but then popped her head up stating, “I have the right. It’s my body.”

Hikaru’s gaze lingered on her jeans which Aija realized earlier that she had left unbuttoned. His jaw tightened and his eyes glittered dangerous sparks of desire. “That’s true. But you share it with me.”

Aija was speechless. Breathless was more like it. She was unable to tear away from his gaze as she felt her inner muscles clench hard with want. “Yes.” she whispered in agreement.

His thumb rubbed over her plump bottom lip as he asked her, “You feel like sharing now?”

Chapter 15

Just as many times before, Aija felt her heart leap four times faster at the sight of him and she got up to meet him halfway. She saw Hikaru take in her red sundress and noticed his bigger than usual smile – the one that meant he approved of what he saw before he used one arm to gather her into his embrace. Aija took his face and brought it down to kiss him deeply, savoring his growl of want and while passion swirled hot through her body, she felt him hold her tighter, picking her up and bringing her back to the others.

“Yeah, yeah…we’ve seen you kiss before. Now you’re just showing off.” Andrew grumbled, looking at the two with a mock expression of annoyance.  Christopher nodded in agreement with a look of fake disgust.

Chapter 16

“All right, let’s just get to the point then.” Hikaru stood up and came over to Aija to stare down at her. “Why didn’t you tell me that your father was coming down to Seattle?”

“I just didn’t think it pertained to you, babe.”

“No? I just come over and fuck you every night. But that doesn’t mean anything, I bet.”

A soft yet audible gasp came from Aija, who was floored by that sentence. “That’s not fair. You and Daddy are both backing me into a corner and I wish you didn’t.”

A shrug was given. “You have nobody to blame for that but yourself, Aija.”

Chapter 17

“I was here with some friends earlier. Why? Can’t a girl be at the same bar as you?”

“Free country.” Hikaru muttered, requesting yet another shot. Nicole watched him take it back like a champ and settling it down and then said to the bartender. “I think he’s had enough.”

“I’ll grab the tab then.” The bartender said back with a nod. Hikaru moved Nicole’s hand from his elbow and slurred at her, “What gives you the right to tell people when I’m done? You’re not my wife.” He paused, coherent thought leaving him. “Are you?”

Chapter 18

“So I just… show her the world?”

Asami nodded in agreement. “Show her the world, Aniki. We both know you have the means to do so.”

A knowing smirk graced Hikaru’s face.

Chapter 19

“I thought that this thing between your daughter and I was going to be the same as before, that she would be just fine with a sexual relationship. I’m sorry to say that to you, but it’s the truth.” He waited for Derrick’s reaction.

“Go on.” Derrick said, as if through gritted teeth. Hikaru could hear him take a deep breath.

“She’s different to me though. I want more from her than just her physically. I want her smile, I want her personality. I want her fears, her likes, what makes her sing, Mr. Edwards. I just…want all of Aija.”

Chapter 20

The brisk Jamaican breeze blew in, the wind blowing her ponytail back. She closed her eyes with a smile letting it flow over her. She had wanted to look at the beach but before she could make her exit, Hikaru grabbed her hand halting her movements. Aija looked at him in question and he advanced toward her.

“Oh, I hope you didn’t think that you’d be spending your birthday without your clothes off.”

Aija swallowed hard at the husky tone of his voice, pointing out at the view. “I…just thought I’d look at…”

Hikaru brought her over to him against his stone-hard cock, hearing her gasp. “Feel that? You thought wrong.”

Chapter 21

His eyes looked up. Hikaru froze seeing Aija walking down the same pathway he was, dressed only in a robe and her sandals. In no time at all,  his cock grew hard and all thought left his brain. Aija’s body stopped seeing him and nothing between them was said. Nothing was needed to be said anyway, all they both needed to know that they wanted each other was to look in each other’s needy eyes. Hikaru and Aija started walking up to each other briskly until they collided in a heated embrace.