All His
request for @blackcherrywhiskey
Sorry it took so long and sorry it is so long lol, but I hope you all enjoy because I certainly enjoyed writing it
Nsfw/mdni
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Arriving at the party, a welcoming blur of writhing bodies, liquor that burns its way down your throat and enough music to drown your emotions in, you find yourself eager to separate from your boyfriend, not even him really , just the emotions hanging in the air.
it had been four days since the argument, you rarely bickered let alone argued on this scale, it had been playing in your mind over and over
You walk into your shared office, room dimly lit, finding vessel scribbling on a note pad as he sat at his keyboard, you could hear the process of him jotting something down, playing a few notes then getting frustrated and ripping the paper away, a pile of wadded up paper sitting beneath him
“I made you some tea.. I figured you might want a break my love?” You knew the new album was hard on him, it all was, so much change in his life in such a short time, you know he is grateful but he has always been a perfectionist, so much harder on himself than need be, his very worst critic.
“Thanks just give me 10 more minutes, its almost there” he said not even bothering to look at you when speaking , drawn into that space in his mind you cannot reach.
“Ves you said that two hours ago…you shouldnt overwork yourself, I worry” worry was an understatement, you know he cant help it and sometimes he needs someone to pull him out but its not an easy task, though you will do it everytime for him
“I just need to finish this song, you know how important this is , I cant let people down… th- they have given me so much” he said finally turning to you voice dropping to a whisper at the last words
“I know love, But they wouldnt want this for you, you have barely eaten, slept or even left this very room vessel. You need to rest” you spoke with a finality in your voice, trying to be stern, he turned towards you , though his hands stopped shaking in that jittery way they seemed to when he was over working himself, you could see the moment he had become angry, such a rare thing yet so recognizable, the sudden hardness to his soft features, the furious glint in his eye.
“Just please, let me finish this, I do this for us! I cant just stop working so much has to be done, I dont have the luxury of just turning my brain off! “ he snapped at you, nearly shouting, you flinched at the octave his voice had reached, never once in your relationship has he spoken to you with such anger behind his words
“Ves please.. Im trying to help” your voice came out weak, gentle yet pained, the heavy weight settling in my chest as I watched him run himself into the ground, Its never been this bad, this intense.
At my tone he lets out a harsh breath, seeming to register the hurt his words caused gaining his control back he lets his shoulders drop and eyes soften when he speaks again “i-im sorry...ill come to bed”
You both went to bed that night with nothing more than whispered ‘I love yous’ not even holding one another as you went to sleep
To anyone else this may seem so small, but to you it was worrying, vessel had never once snapped at you, never raised his voice out of anger, never even caught an attitude with you. Maybe it was the exhaustion, maybe it was your presence but since that night you have both been distant, seemingly miles away in the same small flat.
Shaking the thoughts away from your mind you come back to the present, you and vessel had just sat down at the table with his band mates, it was off in the corner but close enough to the bar to easily get drinks and it wasnt too packed to make your way to the dance floor, truly you were excited for the night out, maybe its what you both needed, atleast you hoped so.
The guys were already tipsy and goofing off as you joined in with their banter and conversation, you hadnt met them all that long ago but you clicked immediately and it seemed to make Ves happy that you got along with his friends. Looking to your side , you catch sight of vessel staring into his drink, speaking when spoken too but still quite reserved. II looked at you and silently made a face as if to ask ‘whats his problem?’ But truly all you could do was give him an apologetic smile and slight shrug of your shoulders
Later into the night after a few too many drinks and many ridiculous stories shared with the guys you managed to forget the foreboding feeling of unspoken feelings between you and vessel, he seemed to loosen up better too after being around his friends but only so much.
As the others delved off into their own conversations and the dancefloor became crowded III held out his hand to you
“Come dance with me!” He nearly shouted as if he wasnt only a table across from you. you hesitated for a heartbeat, but Vessel had never minded before, the music was good, and your body wanted to move. So you took III’s hand and let him lead you into the center of the crowd.
The dance wasn’t sultry. It wasn’t even close. III was purposely being stupid by
twisting his lanky body like a baby giraffe, making you laugh until you were beat red, At one point, he leaned in, mouth close to your ear, and shouted, “Guy behind you’s dancing like a walrus having a seizure.” Nodding his head over your shoulder.
You cackled and threw your head back in a full body laugh, not caring for how loud you were , but then, out of instinct or maybe habit you flicked your eyes up.. and froze. Vessel, still sitting in the corner booth but he seemed so alert, posture tense and the waves of anger coming off of him were nearly visible, as if his body was buzzing with the energy, the way his hand was wrapped to tightly around his drink, his jaw clenched, the slight tick in it showing the storm brewing beneath his rigid exterior.
Never having seen him look this way, look this angry, certainly not with his eyes fixed on you, that feeling came back, that feeling of pure anxiety, knowing something was about to happen but not what , how, or even why.
As soon as the song ended you weaved your way back towards the table, the change in your mood clear, the frantic energy seeming to suddenly leave your body as you thought over every thing that could possibly go wrong, what he could possibly be mad abo-
Your thoughts were interrupted by a hand wrapping around your wrist, startling you and clearing your mind, the hold not rough nor gentle but claiming, possessive…looking down at the offending hand then up to the body it was attached to you found the eyes of your boyfriend staring into you, somehow seeming darkened, burning with rage. He yanked you towards him, breath brushing the shell of your ear.
“Its time to go.” His voice came out dark and deep, still with the smoothness he always carried but with much darker intent behind it.
You blinked, slightly breathless and furrowed your brows, looking up at him with a lost expression “ what? Why?.. Ves whats wrong?” You asked truly concerned and confused
You got no answer, just the weight of his stare, seeming to burn through you, He didnt let go of your wrist but guided you through the bar and out the doors, pulling you behind him as you slightly stumbled, struggling to match his much longer stride, the cold air hitting your skin bringing a shock and sobering you up quickly.
You tugged in his hand as you walked in the direction of your home “Vessel.. Talk to me, Whats going on?” Your voice coming out gentle , unsure, never having seen him in this state.
He stopped walking abruptly, nearly bringing you face first with his back and turned to you, his expression framed with shadows, backlit by the street lights, seemingly more calm but with a careful intensity, too controlled.
“ we are going home.” Thats all he said, tone cold , and uncaring at the moment. He turned right back around and kept walking, not stopping until you were standing in your living room, door shut and locked behind you, still utterly confused as to what is happening. You round on him your frustration flaring , “You’re not saying anything Vessel, But you are acting like I’ve done something to horribly wrong”
“ Im acting like a man who’s watching the woman he feels he can barely hold onto light up for someone else!” He shouted , taking a deep breath, as if trying to regain his composure “Forgive me if it turns my stomach” he said with a much calmer tone but just as upset
“I wasn’t flirting Vessel.. I was trying to keep my mind off of how distant you have been, after the other day it feels like we are miles and miles apart” you said exasperated, hurt he would ever think such a thing , even more pained by the anger between you too, the emotion thick in your voice.
In one step Vessel was no longer across from you but directly in front of you , swiping tears of your cheeks you hadn’t even noticed fall, a haunted expression on his face right before he smashed his lips onto yours pushing you back against the apartment door resulting in a dull thud as you were trapped by his towering frame, pinning you between the hard wood and his toned body, the kiss is hot, possessive, passionate.. despite all the emotions running through you, immediately you feel the heat pool in your stomach at the way his tongue slips into your mouth, drinking you in as if he’s a man starved for your taste, your hands find their place around his neck and wound tightly in his hair as he hefts you up, hands holding tightly to the underside of your thighs , your legs wrapping around his waist
He breaks the kiss as you take a breath, nipping at your cheek and jaw before moving to your ear “you’re mine” he growled with through ragged breaths “no matter what we go through, you are mine.” His words , not a question but a decree that draws a low whimper out of you as his teeth graze just below your ear, moving down to kiss from ear to collar bone, slowly moving across the room
You are thrown onto the couch, bouncing lightly. Eyes wide as he pounces on you once again, his hands trail down your sides, roaming your body as he continues his kisses, down your throat, over your collar bone and across the curve of your breasts, kissing down the exposed skin of your low cut top, he pulls back just enough to see your expression, lips slightly parted and breaths coming short, his own eyes reflecting the same raw , unfiltered desire as your very own
Removing your shirt as if the item offended him he paid special attention to your chest, releasing you from your bra and taking one plush mound into his mouth, biting down roughly while rolling the opposite nipple between his fingers, you let out a loud moan at his actions and he responds with a low groan “such a beautiful girl for me” with particularly harsh pinch to your nipple causing you to call out he rasps out “my beautiful girl” he says voice thick with desire as he continues down the expanse of your body, removing your jeans once reaching your waistline, pulling them down slowly and running his hands over your legs before spreading them, looming above you , staring, caressing your smooth skin as if you are something precious he must treat with reverence.
His breath ghosts over the bare skin of your pubic bone as he bends down, taking a small bite of your thigh, causing more filthy, needy sounds to leave your mouth
“Vessel please.. please” you say with a breathy tone, not even sure what exactly you are asking for
“Ive got you darling” he says against your thigh right before his mouth is on you, his tongue moving with precision like you are a goddess to be worshiped, moving slowly, deliberately. Drawing shakey moans and whimpers from you as he goes, every flick of his tongue, suck on your clit and wanton moan he pulls from you is a claim he is staking, a message carved into your very being
You are his. All of you. Always.
When the heat of his mouth against you begins to be too much and you tangle your hands in his hair, holding him there as you writhe against him , he wraps his arms around your waist keeping you still as he devours you like a man starving, as if he would die without your taste on his tongue, every time his name leaves your mouth like a plea it seems to renew his fervor, His mouth is relentless, tongue sliding through your folds , sucking your clit into his mouth just hard enough to make your hips jerk up into him, You try to close your thighs, to ease the pressure building, but his grip is iron tight. One arm leaves your waist snaking around your leg, pressing your thigh flat to the couch, holding you open, exposed, exactly how he wants you.
You moan loud, ragged and raw as he groans into you, the vibration sending a shock through you.
“Louder,” he rasps between licks, voice dark and low. “ Let me hear what i do to you, let me hear the proof that you’re mine”
He flattens his tongue and runs it up as he shoves two long slender fingers into you, curling just right to have you seeing stars, your back arches up off the couch, hand fisting in his hair, his mouth and fingers work in tandem as your moans get higher in pitch, your thighs shake under his weight and tears spill from the corner of your eyes as you fall over the edge, shattering into a million pieces with a loud moan, nearly screaming his name as you come, his fingers still moving slowly, fucking you through your orgasm as he looms above, watching you fall apart
You are barely recovered from your high when he lifts you up, gently turning you around to placing your hands on the back of the couch and bending you at the waist, the fabric a biting contrast to the heat radiating from behind you as his body presses in , his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise , you feel him line up, the hard tip of his cock dragging between your already sensitive soaked folds, teasing you.
He presses his chest to your back , ragged breathe coming sharp near your ear
“ you dont get to light up like that for other people, not when you cry like this for me” as if to punctuate his words he slams into your entrance as he finishes his sentence, immediately pulling out and pushing back in with a punishing thrust, pulling a strangled gasp from you , he picks up a pace thats hard and fast, the angle he has you at hitting the perfect spot every time, every groan that leaves his mouth, every plea that tumbles from your lips and every thrust is a mark , a brand.
His hand slides from your hip to your hair as he pulls you up , licking up your neck and groaning broken sentences of praises to you
“Such a perfect girl for me “ he moans into your neck “ my. Perfect. Girl.” He moans punctuating every word with a roll of his hips
“ who do you belong to love?” He grits out “I want to hear you say it”
“ you- fuckkk… vessel you, i belong to you” you manage to spit out, a jumbled mess but it seems to satisfy him
You could feel a second orgasm quickly approaching his name falling from lips like a prayer begging for release "vessel... p-please please let me come" your voice comes out like a broken record "then cum for me show me I'm the only one to make u feel this way, that you belong to me, only me" At his words you felt the band pop in your lower stomach causing waves of pleasure to fill you as you ride out your orgasm
He continues his punishing rhythm almost overstimulating you however after a few more thrusts his pace falters and he lets out a long groan, filling you with his cum before collapsing onto the couch, bringing you down with him.
Bodies slicked in sweat and burning hot you both move to cuddle onto the couch, looking up at him with your legs thrown over his hips and your head on his chest
“Ves.. Im sorry” you say after a moment, not quite sure how to feel or how to talk about it, he startles a bit but then pushes your hair away from your face as he speaks looking into your eyes rubbing soothing circles on your lower back
“No I’m sorry love, I think my fears about pushing you away after the other night manifested from my own self loathing to jealousy, Im truly sorry for getting angry with you like that when you have done nothing wrong” he said solemnly , then after a beat his expression changed “though make no mistake, you belong to me love”