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Imagining Apollo as the ex that your family still loves.
Summary: “Baby, you just need to send for me…”
Contains: angst, anger, smut, he is so goddamn fine, breaking up, making up, your cat is a traitor, both of them yep, fighting, threats, rough s3x, petnames, size difference, size k!nk, overstimulation, established relationships, EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL, multiple ✪rgasms, Apollo is infuriating, only because he misses you tho, desperation from both parties, unabashed longing, your his girl and he needs you nowww (｡•̀ ⤙ •́ ｡ꐦ) !!!, unprotected s3x, Apollo is also hot as fuck, mating press, biting, dacryphilia, filthy kisses (it’s my fic we’re talkin about cmon), fluff, petnames, begging cursing squirting and more we’ve got it all at the hardware store ꉂꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ◍)
A/n— English is not my first language.
“Who let you in here?”
You ask with a glare harsh enough to cool the earths core. Walking into your house, the last thing you expect to see is your ex.
Tall, gorgeous, broad and insufferable as ever.
“Your sister was here when I stopped by so she let me in— even told me to stay until you got back.” He says, flashing you a pretty smile.
“And look”, Apollo holds up your purring cat dangling happily in his hold, “Mikuni even greeted me”. You scoff at that. Figures she would, the traitor.
“Fantastic— now that I’ve seen you, you can go”. You barely spare him another glance as you start towards your bathroom. The whole point of going your separate ways was just that. No more seeing each other. Apparently that concept didn’t stick with him or your family. That left you as the last soldier standing. You refuse to allow yourself to be swayed by his smooth talking, handsome face, chiseled everything anymore.
Facing the faucet and mirror, you turn on the water only for a hand to come up from behind you and turn it off.
“Wha-!”
Before you can so much as breathe, Apollo spins you around, big hands firm around your waist, the muscles in his forearms bulge as he effortlessly lifts you onto the sink— stepping between your legs to bring his face close to yours.
Now, as pissed as you are at him. You, unfortunately in this situation are not blind. His beauty always managed to make you lose your footing. Doubly unfortunately, Apollo isn’t dumb. The piercing in his eyebrow glints under the light as he draws them together, ruddy colored hair falling around his face as he tilts his head, lips brushing your cheek.
The pulsing gets harder to ignore.
“Won’t you at least talk to me? C’monnnn pretty girl, how many times do I have to say I’m sorry?” Your heart clenches at the whine in his voice but you will yourself to stay firm.
“I’ll let you know when you get there.”
Apollo sighs, hot breath fanning over your jaw down to your neck and you shiver, cheeks hot. That’s not the answer he wants.
Dragging his palms down to your spread thighs accommodating his frame, he starts a slow caress. Up, down, up down— occasionally gripping the fat of them before continuing the motions all over again. Your blood starts to simmer under his attention, acutely aware of the light kisses being placed around your ears when he rasps out,
“But I missed you…”
Fuck.
You miss him too.
But you’d lose all your progress if you admit that.
“I-I-“, the lie that you don’t turns to ash on your tongue. It’s not much but he takes it.
“I’ve missed you so, soooo much my pretty girl.” The kisses get hotter, Apollo holding you tighter against him letting you feel every ridge and curve of his mouth wateringly built body.
“I know you’re still angry with me…”
Your breath catches as he meets your blown pupils with his own, leaning down slow incase you wanted out— only you don’t and with that he meets your lips with a firm, wet smooch.
“Let me make it up to you, baby.”
Stay strong, stay strong, stay strong, stay strong— you never thought you’d be chanting yourself out of getting the dicking of a lifetime.
You were going to kill your sister.
Speaking of—
“Sisterrr! Apollo came ov- OH!”
She had bounded into the room with the light on from the open door expecting to regail you with how the love of your life came by with another attempt to win you back.
Instead she finds you with your shirt being pushed off, face flushed, with Apollo standing between your legs— aaallll over you.
You push him away on instinct, pointing out the door with a steely glare.
“Out. Now.”
Apollo frowns, moving like he wants to reach for you again but ultimately deciding against it, visibly deflated he turns to leave and you ignore the tent in his pants. Your sister moves to follow him and also leave because she knew from experience that being around when you were pissed never ended well.
Your voice stops her cold in her tracks.
“Oh no, not you. Let’s have a little talk, shall we? Sister to sister.”
Let’s just say she won’t need a new for a while thanks to all the ones you rip her.
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It only gets worse.
You keep seeing him.
At the market, you’re with your younger brother trying to help him pick out guy stuff. You told him to just take one of your older brothers but he insisted you come because you’re nicer to him.
Letting out an internal coo, you went along with him. After all, where’s the harm in helping your baby brother run some errands?
“Suikichi! S’that you? Man, you’ve gotten tall!”
Harm = Apollo. You wish your life could shit something other than well aimed bricks. Huffing out a sigh, you feel the pulsing migraine between your eyebrows start to manifest. Your brother though, glows with happiness at the sight of his apparently long lost friend.
“Apollo bro! It’s been too long! Still not as tall as you though!” He says as they greet each other with a hug and you watch on like a salty old man. Your brother goes on about what he’s been up to lately, what everyone in your family has been up to, that they all miss him and of course Apollo—
“But your sister doesn’t miss me…”, he says, casting a wink over your brothers shoulder and the younger man turns to look at you before turning back, shrugging.
“Oh she does.”
That little twerp.
You hear the glee in Apollo’s voice when he asks,
“She does?” Your brother nods hard, like it’s a sure thing.
“Mhmm! It’s why she hugs us so long these days.” You aren’t going to have any relatives left at this point once you’re done killing all of them. Moving towards them, you yank him away from the back of his shirt. He yells out that he’s invited to his 17th birthday because he’s suuuch a good time. You roll your eyes and drag his ass all the way home with plans of how you’ll dispose of the body.
Apollo blows a kiss at your hastily retreating form.
“I’ll be there!”
And two and a half weeks later that’s exactly where he is.
The rose color haired hell you can’t seem to escape.
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“Ahhahahaha! Oh stop! You’re such a dear!” You hear your mother’s breathy, flattered laugh and wonder what could be so amusing. It’s just a family gathering—
“Hahahaha! Aren’t I?”
Your heart drops, eyes wide as you snap your head up to find them and certainly enough there he is. Laughing it up with your mother and other female relatives, ensnaring them with his easy wit and charm as you scowl.
Apollo.
Stomping over to them, you force a grin on your face as you greet your mother.
“—and why is Apollo here again?” Irritation radiates off you in waves and Apollo wants nothing more than to get you alone and help you work out that stress. Even though he knows he’s the one responsible for it, he wants to work you through it. Until your putty in his hands— all melty and sweet as he knows you can be.
Your mom shoots you a small look that says ‘don’t be rude’ before answering,
“Come now, you know Apollo is practically family. It wouldn’t be right to not have him around for these things.” You groan petulantly.
“But mom-“,
“And such a face. Just a doll to have around— so stop being so hard on him, ok honey?” Which is practically code for: ‘he’s hot and funny and charming plus we like him, so you better take him back.’ Red begins to dot your vision with how pissed you find yourself. It’s almost concerning. Apollo looks at you stand silently seething, winces as he prepares to leave.
It’s not him running away—no, he wants to be there for you but he also knows that he can’t force that on you before you’re ready. He cares too much about you to do that. Though with that reasoning, he wouldn’t be around your family all the time when you visit but in truth he missed you and it was the only way he could see if you had been missing him too if only a little.
His selfishness only ended up making things harder for you.
“It’s alright, I was only stopping by but I’ll be on my w-“, he stops at the you wrapping your hand around his wrist. Keeping your head down, you steady your voice enough to say,
“It’s fine. I’m glad you’re here, we needed to talk anyway, right?”
Dumbfounded and probably walking into the beatdown of his life, he’s just happy to have you acknowledge him finally and so he nods.
“Right.”
You ignore your mom and aunts waving as you drag the big stupid lug behind you. Even your sisters can’t believe their eyes as you willingly link your fingers with his, dragging him all the way to the house— away from the party gathering and potential witnesses outside, slamming the door behind you as you turn to narrow your eyes up at him.
“Okay— let’s talk.”
And talk you do.
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“Uunngh— fuck!” You scream, moaning deliriously at the breath stealing pleasure.
He’s so deep.
Folding your legs back until your knees touch your ears, back bowing off the bed, Apollo fucks you even harder—leaning down to suck filthy, wet kisses up your throat, teeth scraping the sensitive skin hungrily.
Sweat rolls off the contours of his body and the visual alone serves to make you wetter. Erotic sounds of your “talking” fill the space as he fills you over and over, slick sounds are better than any tune he’s heard as he rails you silly. Your pretty face contorts in pleasure and his cock throbs inside of you at the sight of your glossy eyes.
“Yeeeaaah, that’s it baby…lemme make you feel good”, he rasps hotly in your ear and fuck does it make you melt. Good is an understatement. You came only four minutes after he put it in and now you’re going for your fifth orgasm of your “conversation”.
Shit, you missed this.
“…missed you-!” The words are soft, almost shy as you whimper them out but Apollo hears them regardless, groaning at your sweet confession with your sopping wet heat taking him whole. Slowing down, he grinds his pelvis hot ‘n heaaavy against your throbbing wet clit in pulsing motions and you wail— hands shooting out, greedily grabbing anywhere you can touch.
Reveling in the way you fall apart, Apollo brings his head down to your tits, sucking hard at your nipples as electricity starts to buzz through you. Each heady grind has his cock kissing your g-spot with the fat wet head of his tip, the pleasure so intense it makes your teeth vibrate as you sob— ruined for him.
Popping your swollen tits from between his teeth, you moan wetly at the sting. Apollo laps your tears up from your cheek, leaning down to claim your gasping mouth. For the way he’s pounding you, the kiss is a surprising contrast. His lips follow your lead of push and pull, warm breath coasting into each others mouths before he sucks your bottom lip into his own— groaning throatily at the desperate moan you cry out as he slips his tongue inside, twining it with your own.
Fucking you even harder with your mouths fused together, your hands in his hair and you’re finally not mad at him anymore. He’s ready to marry you right now. Eventually though, you need air so he pulls away with a sloppy smack, lips wet with you and the way you look at him makes him ravenous— driving his hips to move faster as he sucks your ear, releasing it with a bite.
“Tell me—fuuuuck— tell me again, baby.”
Putting you on the spot like this, your flush blooms down to the center of your chest as you fluster and stutter.
“I-I don’t-“, but he’s too close to let you slip away now. Bringing a hand down between your sweaty bodies, Apollo strums your clit in viciously precise circles and your chest caves from how sharply you cry out.
“See? I already know she missed me but I want to hear my girl tell me she did. Mmm, fuck yes— please, baby?”
The deep coo in his voice brings you closer and it’s blinding. You’re so overstimulated that you struggle to get the words out which is a shame because those words are all Apollo needs to get there with you. Pump you nice and full, make you cry over how much you missed him.
Hiccuping wails bleat out of you with each slam of his hips into yours as he puts you through the mattress, so close he can taste it.
“Say it f’me—ah! Tell me you missed me..”, he purrs, fucking you until he can feel the outline of his cock inside your stomach. Fuck, had you gotten tighter?
With him hammering away at your sweet spot, it takes everything to slur the words out between squeals and the way your brain leaks out your ears.
But you manage.
“M- muh-! Hhngh! Missed you! Ohhgodohgodohgoddd!!” Tears run freely now as you completely fall apart beneath him, screaming your true feelings from the rooftops.
“Misssed you sooo much! Ah-! M’c-cummin!” The train it felt like you were riding finally crashes— tossing you overboard as you cum, hard. Tightening around him like a fist, your abdomen even braces as you cum so brutally you squirt, splashing his abs with your hot release as you gush like a broken faucet.
Like a trigger, Apollo reaches his limit as well, surging down to completely devour your mouth, painting your walls with his cum—and it’s a lot. Warm and gooey as he unloads rope after rope inside your pussy, flooding you with him.
Pulling off your tongue with a nasty suck, he lets out a sigh, buried deep inside you. Weakly, you reach for his hand and Apollo feels his heart swell at the gesture, sliding his hand under your palm as he brings your knuckles to his lips— kissing them sweetly as he smiles at you.
Even with you being stark naked and boneless from being thoroughly ravaged; you still get shy with him. Turning your head as you fight a grin bashfully.
And since now seems to be as good a time as any…
“I’m sorry, sweets.” You sigh but the sound is no less dreamy.
“I know, just…”
He waits.
“I don’t like you letting them hanging around you, makes them think they can have you…and you’re for me.”
You mean his fangirls. The reason you broke up—fed up with them constantly on him.
“I am for you.” Kissing your hand again, then each finger reverently. You’re the one person he’d kneel for. No other can measure to you.
“…I won’t tolerating a waiting line, Apollo.” You say in warning and you mean it. You won’t be with him while he has a slew of women waiting and trying to snatch him from you.
“Then consider them gone.” He says, bending over you to nose lovingly at your cheek and you sigh happily, nodding.
“Good.”
Pressing a kiss to your cheek, Apollo moves inside you, completely hard and you gasp. Groaning out—
“Again??” He laughs, nodding against your lips.
“Again, my love. We have a lot of catching up to do…”, he purrs as you fall together in a tangle of limbs and giggles forgetting all about the outdoor activities— much too busy with your own.
And outside your sisters sit together, sipping drinks and sharing knowing looks.
It’s been a bit past 2 hours and you two still haven’t come back out. And they had a feeling you wouldn’t any time soon. Not after what they heard from one of your other sisters involving you and a certain God.
“Told you it was only a matter of time after I caught them in the bathroom..”
They couldn’t have been more right.
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