marco busy with work and coralee craving his attention. she's not usually the one who has to initiate things, marco always anticipates her needs, but he's been too distracted the past few days.
he doesn't shoo her away when she cozies up to his side at his desk, her warmth is a much needed comfort with all the stress he's been under, but he doesn't do much more than wrap his arm around her shoulders. and as much as she loves being held, simply being held isn't what coralee needs in this moment
"marco" a soft whine, her hand on his chest dragging closer to herself in an attempt to pull his gaze in her direction. it works, but his tired expressed fills her with worry that she's bothering him
"i want..." how can she even say it? she can't, not directly, but now she's dug herself a hole, started a sentence she has to finish. "i want attention"
his book is closed now, a smile tugging at his lips. "what kind?"
she's at a loss for words, her whole face hot at the thought of the answer she couldn't speak. but she doesn't have to answer, doesn't have the opportunity to before marco's lips are on hers. "this kind?"
she's in his lap before she even realizes he's moving her. hands on her waist slide upwards, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples through the fabric of her dress. "this kind?"
her whine only makes his smile stretch wider
"you have to tell me when i get it right"
marco's work is long forgotten, but he's still in for a long night
okay more Castella thoughts, this time 🔞 shippy 🔞 ones, and basically a retelling of a discord discussion haha
but leaning into the age/experience gap between Castella and Thatch. Castella isn't a virgin but past partners have been unsuccessful at getting her off. she's only ever cum by her own hand.
when she and Thatch sleep together for the first time, she tells him not to be upset if she doesn't cum and he tells her not to worry about it, let's just have fun.
🔞 more under the cut 🔞
even just one of his fingers is so much thicker than her own, when he slides that second one in the stretch makes her legs tremble. her hands are on his chest, nails digging into his skin as his fingers curl inside her. she's close, it's only been a few short minutes and she's closer than she's ever been with a partner before. she's vaguely aware that she's whining something, pleading maybe, but she doesn't know what words she's actually saying, if they're even words at all.
his lips trail down her chest, the wet heat of his mouth around her nipple in combination with his fingers is almost too much. and then his thumb presses into her clit and pushes her over the edge been uncomfortably teetering on.
she's moaning, back arched, toes and fingers curling, scratching red lines into his chest. and when her world stops spinning she realizes that Thatch is sweetly kissing her forehead.
"how did you.." she's still breathless, her voice slightly hoarse from the volume of her unrestrained moans. "..can you do that again?"
and he does
she taps out after the second orgasm. she's never had two in one sitting before. and she feels so bad that she couldn't keep up. she wants Thatch to finish, but she barely has the energy to jerk him off, so he puts his hand over hers and helps her, and then she promptly falls asleep as soon as he cums.
when she wakes up she apologizes, which is met with confusion and then followed by reassurance, gentle kisses, and more cuddles
I realized I'd never posted this fic here. It's pretty much been retconned at this point, but it's the first and only fic I've written (so far, at least) and I'm proud of myself for writing it at all. 💕
Summary: Marco and Coralee settle into their new private room aboard the Moby Dick.
Characters: Marco x female original character
Tags: 🔞MDNI🔞, resolved mutual pining, newly established relationship, anxiety, body image, breast worship, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampie
It'll be the talk of the ship tomorrow, the mermaid thought, if it isn't already tonight.
The hall was quiet, save for the soft clack of Coralee's heels against the floor. The sound echoed in her mind, much louder than it was in reality, her anxiety telling her that the rest of the crew could hear it, that they knew where she was headed, knew what the night undoubtedly had in store.
Her fellow nurses had helped her pack her things and seen her off with a smile, but she knew how they gossiped. She sighed at the thought, shifting the box that she was carrying in her arms. It was heavier than she would have liked, but she had stubbornly decided to fill it to the brim rather than take a second trip.
When she arrived at her destination, she realized her hands were too full to open the door. The thought of placing the box on the floor crossed her mind, but she dreaded lifting it again afterwards. Hoping for assistance, she gently tapped her foot against the door in front of her.
"Marco? Are you in there?" She called out, barely louder than her speaking voice, nervous for anyone but him to hear.
The door slid open and Coralee was greeted by an all too familiar smile. It had only been a few weeks since they had become a couple, but she had known Marco, known that smile, for well over a decade.
"I could use—" She started, only to be cut short.
"Let me-yoi." His hand slid under the box and Coralee felt the weight shift out of her arms. "Where should I put it?"
"By the bed is fine." She answered as she stepped inside the room, if you could call it a room. It had been a storage closet just a few days ago, prior to its conversion to a private bedroom. Their bedroom.
She closed the door behind her, the sound of the latch clicking into place causing her chest to tighten. They were alone, and here they wouldn't be interrupted. She should be happy, she was happy, but she couldn't help the tension building in her body.
"Heavy box-yoi." He commented, setting it down by the foot of the bed.
"It's mostly books." She explained as she came up to his side. Her eyes fell on the box at her feet, scanning over the meager belongings it contained instead of looking at the man beside her. She was quiet, nervous to say the wrong thing, and she shifted her weight between her feet, feeling increasingly awkward the longer the silence between them continued.
"Coral." There was concern in his voice and he lifted his hand to cup her cheek. Her eyes were so focused on the box she hadn't realized he had reached for her until she felt his touch, prompting a small gasp of surprise. "If we're moving too fast-yoi…"
Her teeth dug into her lip and she shook her head a little more emphatically than she had intended to. They had spent years at arm's length despite their feelings for one another. Now they were finally together and the last thing she wanted was to slow down. "That's not it. It's just… everyone knows."
"Knows what? That you're my girl now? That I love you?"
"That we're sleeping together." She answered, barely louder than a whisper.
A grin spread across Marco's face and she realized the mistake she had made. They hadn't slept together, not yet; there was so little privacy on the Moby Dick that every intimate moment they had shared thus far had been cut short by either one of their crew mates or Coralee's fear of being caught. But now the mermaid had made her expectations abundantly clear.
"Is that a proposition-yoi?"
"Marco!" She whined and lifted her hands to her face, cupping her searing hot cheeks as she leaned forward to press her forehead into his chest, overwhelmed by the sudden urge to hide.
The blonde wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in closer. His embrace was warm and comforting and she felt the tension in her body start to melt away. He hummed softly, seemingly in thought, before he tightened his hold, gripping her firmly and hefting her up into his arms. "You're too wound up. Relax. Let me take care of you-yoi."
"Marco!" She squeaked his name again in protest. Despite her whining, her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs following suit around his torso. A hand crept up her back as she did, his fingers lacing into her hair and pulling her into a kiss that she readily returned.
It only took a few steps for him to carry her to the bed. He lowered her gently to sit in its center and crawled atop her, their lips meeting again. Coralee followed the push of his kiss, lying back against the mattress as he pressed ever deeper, his tongue gently working her lips apart and sliding inside her mouth. His taste was intoxicating and she felt the heat that had been so centered in her cheeks spreading throughout her body.
When he finally broke away from her mouth, it was only to pepper kisses along her jaw and down her neck. He nipped and sucked at her sensitive skin, just enough to make her squirm but not so much as to leave any marks, only to be cut short by the collar of her uniform, his lips prevented from continuing any further.
She felt a mixture of relief and anxiety as he started to unbutton her dress. She was hot and ready to be free from her clothes, but she was afraid for him to see her. Afraid that he would change his mind once he did. She couldn't stand the sight of herself, surely he would feel the same way.
"Marco…" She placed her hands atop his, holding them still.
"Do you want me to stop-yoi?" His tone was soft, kind, and she knew that if she said yes that he would accept it without complaint. But she didn't. Instead, she shook her head and guided his hands down to the next button. Her own hands moving to his chest afterwards, under the sides of his open shirt to push it off his shoulders while he made short work of undressing her.
Marco's eyes trailed over her now exposed body and Coralee's chest began to tighten again. It felt like hours passed before he finally moved to touch her, placing his hand on her stomach and sliding it upwards over her curves to cup the underside of her heavy breast. She wasn't sure if he was just trying to reassure her or if he was truly in awe, but whatever the reason, his words were the same: "You're beautiful-yoi."
"Marco, you don't have to—"
"Coralee." He cut her short then lowered his head to place a line of kisses along her collarbone, speaking softly into her skin after reaching the center of her chest. "You're the most beautiful thing I've seen in my life."
She barely had time to soak in his words before his mouth moved lower, lavishing her breasts with kisses. Each press of his lips, his tongue, his teeth setting off sparks beneath her skin, distracting her from her worries and adding to the heat coursing through her veins.
Her hips bucked forward when he took her nipple into his mouth and she reached for the back of his head, digging her fingertips into the stubble of his undercut and holding him securely in place. The thrust of her hips had clearly caught his attention, as his free hand moved down her body until it reached the line where her skin met scales. And there it stayed until Coralee whined a quiet, "please."
He obliged, his fingers gliding down to the heat radiating from between her thighs. She had to bite back a moan as he dipped a single finger between her folds, pressing gentle circles around the sensitive bud near the top of her slit.
"So wet." Marco groaned into her skin. She could hear the desire in his voice and she felt a pang of guilt; she had barely even touched him. But whatever she had thought to do to remedy the situation slipped from her mind when his finger slid inside her. So lost in the pleasure, she couldn't think, she could only feel the sensations. The wet heat of his mouth on her breasts, the gentle stretch as he slipped a second finger inside of her, then a third, the friction as he thrust them in and out.
"Marco." She whined, somehow still coherent enough to keep her voice quiet, but not enough to form a sentence. "There... please."
Her hips rolled forwards, guiding him to her sweet spot. She could feel her muscles tightening around his fingers as he curled them against her front wall, her thighs trembling, back arching. Then, with a brush of his thumb against her clit, all of the tension released and she melted into the mattress with a heavy exhale.
Marco slowly withdrew his hand and lifted his head from her chest to smile up at her smugly. "Feeling more relaxed-yoi?"
"Mm-hmm." A soft hum of confirmation was all she could manage, her mind hazy from the intensity of her orgasm.
"Good." He replied, moving up her body to kiss her again. It was softer than his earlier kisses, tender and loving, but each one that followed was filled with more and more hunger, until they were all tongue and teeth.
He broke away to shift his weight shift above her, rising to his knees. Coralee's gaze lowered to the space between them, finding his fingers working to untie his sash and unfasten his pants. She took in a sharp breath at the sight, watching as he hooked his thumbs under the layers of his remaining clothing and pushed them down, only for the band of his shorts to catch behind the tent from his erection.
Before he could move to pull himself loose, Coralee's fingers had already slid under the fabric and wrapped around his length. She was eager to finally touch him and she felt a rush of heat to her core as she stroked him, her hand moving down to the base of him then back to the tip where he leaked onto her palm. He exhaled a heavy breath and pushed forward into her hand as he leaned down over her again.
"All this from touching me?" She asked, not a hint of teasing in her voice, only adoration.
"I've wanted to do that to you for a long time." He replied, placing a hand atop hers and guiding his cock to her entrance. He paused there, his eyes searching her face for permission.
Her answer came as a roll of her hips that pushed his tip into her wet heat, and with a single, slow thrust of his own, he buried himself to the hilt. His fingers had prepared her for the stretch, but the sensation, the fullness, the unique feel of him, was no less overwhelming, and Coralee couldn't help but moan in spite of her best efforts to stay quiet.
"That's a pretty sound-yoi." Marco teased, looking down at her with a self-satisfied grin.
"Marco, please." She would have blushed if her cheeks weren't already red from her arousal. "I can't—I don't want anyone to hear."
"Why? No need to hide what we're doing-yoi. Everyone knows."
Before she could answer, his hips started to move and all words were lost to her except his name, which she whined weakly as he fell into a steady rhythm. His pace was slow at first, but the speed and strength of his thrusts increased as he continued. Each stroke drew him back to the tip before he crashed back into her, grinding into her walls in a way that made her legs shake.
He lowered his head against her shoulder, sucking her skin into his mouth and biting down gently, repeating the process across her clavicle and up her neck while his free hand slid down her side and moved between their bodies. When his thumb pressed into her clit, it was almost too much for her to handle and she moaned again, much louder than she would have allowed herself to had she been thinking clearly.
"That's my girl. Be loud for me." He purred between heavy breaths.
He shifted his hips, adjusting his angle to drive his cock into the sensitive spot she had shown him earlier, each thrust pulling another unrestrained moan from her throat. He was so clearly focused on her pleasure, but the way he groaned as she tensed and tightened around him let her know that he was enjoying himself too. And it was that knowledge that had her teetering on the edge of orgasm, only to be pushed over by another press of his thumb.
"Marco!" She called out his name as her fingertips dug into his biceps and fin-feet curled behind his thighs, her release washing over her in waves that made her body spasm. Above her, Marco's breath hitched and his pace became erratic before he stopped thrusting altogether and let out a moan of his own. His cock, buried deep inside her, pulsed as he filled her with his spend.
They remained still for a time. Eyes shut and foreheads pressed together as they caught their breath, sharing the same air.
Finally, Marco moved, slowly sliding out of her, the drag of his still half hard cock against her walls causing her to whimper. He fell onto the mattress beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her snug against his chest. Her legs tangled with his and she could feel his spend leaking out of her, dripping down her thigh and soaking into the sheets.
"How're you feeling?" Marco asked.
"Mmn." She hummed a non-answer as she considered her reply, her hand finding its way to his chest, fingertips tracing the edges of his tattoo. "My throat's a little sore."
"You did get a little loud there-yoi."
His tone was teasing, but there was a hint of concern. He was worried about her, or so she assumed, and with how anxious she had been, she could understand why. But she wasn't feeling anxious now. Maybe her mind was still hazy from the afterglow, but she felt light in his arms, safe, loved. Tomorrow she would have to deal with the rest of the crew, with whatever gossip they would whisper when she walked past, but now it was just the two of them.
"You asked me to." She replied and she felt his laughter rumbling in his chest beneath her fingers.
"If that's all it takes, next time I want to hear you scream." He said with a grin, leaning in to press his lips to her nose, her cheek, her neck. Light, feathery kisses that tickled her skin and had her giggling and kicking her feet.
"Marco!"
He pulled her in closer, his lips continuing their playful assault. And as their first night of many came to a close, the sound of Coralee's laughter echoed through the halls.
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