gill is literally me when I think I'm being super chill around my crush while acting like an absolute lovesick dumbass and making it so fucking obvious for literally anyone with eyes to see like shubman PLS 😭😭😭
warning 18+ : mature themes, language, blood, gore, tension, crime, power dynamic, banter, sexual tension.
A/N: THIS IS NOT ME GLORYFYING THE ACTUAL CRIMINAL REHMAN BALOCH THAT WAS HEAVILY BEHIND THE 26/11 ATTACKS. THIS IS AN APPRECIATION FOR AKSHAYE KHANNA PLAYING THIS CHARACTER IN THE MOVIE. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU FIND THIS MORALLY WRONG.
Playlist to listen while reading this!
Ooh, girl, I wanna know
Are you ready to cry? 'Cause I'm no good, no good
Ooh, girl, I wanna try
I'm an awful guy and I'm always away
And I'm tryin' to say
I'm a piece of shit
Believe in this, I'm tellin' you
Lyari, Karachi. A place riddled with criminals, dacoits, filthy men who killed, stole, drugged, fucked. Once a chunk of it was under the rule of the pathans, led by Babu Dakait and Arshad Pappu; Until ofcourse, a certain young boy was brutally shot dead at his friend's wedding, a certain young boy who's very father was "The Bastard King of Lyari"
Rehman Baloch, aka Rehman Dakait. Rehman's very "rational" response to the death of his son was to end the life of his father/nemesis, Babu. "Bacche ko nahi maarna chahiye tha, Babu" (shouldn't have killed the kid, Babu) There stood Rehman, baby blue kurta smattered with blood and brains after crushing Babu's skull with a weighted stone, announcing the beginning of his utter and complete reign over Lyari.
Amongst the crowd who stood witness to this moment right in the middle of the marketplace, were You. A woman like you did not belong in a place like this. The blood, the gore, the crimes, the illegal occupations that ran like rivers, existed like swamps through the streets of this city were never supposed to bloom a beautiful lotus like you, but isn't that how it goes? Lotuses often bloom in the marshiest of lands, and there you were;
Doe eyes wide open, flushed rouge cheeks, medical textbooks in your hands now clutched tight to your chest, petal like lips which now were apart, stuttering in shock to what you had just witnessed. As if fate had brought you this cursed moment, your eyes flickered around, meeting his for barely three seconds which honestly was enough to send electric sparks down your spine. This effect went both ways, something about you nicked something in him. He let his eyes scan you head to toe before a quiet "huh" went off in his mind, as his eyes met yours before he sauntered off back into his jeep.
Medicine was your vice, you were pure, clean, steralised as the local government hospitals that you worked for in the city. You lived your life in this godforsaken city by muting the brutal reality, convincing yourself of a good life that came by being a doctor and bettering people's lives.
One day, You were working your rounds at the Lyari General & Teaching Hospital, when all of a sudden a black jeep pulled up outside. Goons, Big men dressed in pathanis and kurtas calling out, yelling for nurses and doctors to come with them. It scared you, but fate seemed to favour you less these past few days, because one of the men, tall and fat, spotted you in your damn pristine white coat, with your littman stethescope hung around your neck which honestly felt more like a noose at this point. They ushered you and one other nurse into their jeep, driving you off, to place you'd wished you had never stepped a foot in.
The tires came to a screetching halt at the entrance of a 2 storeyed house, you stepped out only to be ushered right inside the doors, coming face to face with a man laid out on the couch, bleeding from his abdomen. You recognised the man, Uzair Baloch, Rehman's cousin. This was danger, you were in the very house everything that terrified you, that you hated about this city.
But with a person bleeding out, wounded, you worked your ass off to heal, mend, sew stitches and work with whatever limited resources that the nurse had brought along, just so you could save Rehman's brother from bleeding out. You went into a sort of trance, ordered his men around to help, making them bring you IV fluids for Uzair, stabilising him on a more comfortable bed; All of which was observed by a pair of eyes that you couldn't forget if you tried.
Hours later after the whole ordeal settled, you sat there, monitoring Uzair's health after your work on him, when he entered the room. The wooden door clunks behind him as he closes it, jolting you a bit as you whipped your head around, now facing him. "Aapne aaj jo kuch bhi, humare bhai ke liye kiya-" (Whatever you have done today for my brother-) he takes a few steps closer towards you, clearly towering over you "Uske liye hum, aapke shukrguzaar hai." (I am extremely thankful to you). You would have responded immediately if you could, if your damned mind wasn't focused on entirely something else.
See, as much as Rehman scared you, there was a significant part of you, that unfortunately found him devilishly handsome. Those deep set eyes that held more than words could ever convey. The jet black locks with a strand delicately falling over his forehead, the sullen look, the black pathani he wore, the constantly lit cigarette that seldom left his lips, maybe just his personality in general. Something about a man that powerful, ignited a fire within you, and embers from the fire flickered right down to your core when he spoke to you, now, for the first time. You shuffled in your stance, intimidated, his eyes bore into you as he waited for your reply.
"Uski koi zarurat nahi, mai sirf mera kaam kar rahi thi, bhale hi aapke aadamiyon ne mujhe mere marzee ke khilaaf yaha ghaseetakar laya ho." (no need for that, i was just doing my work, even though your men dragged me here against my will.) You said the last part with much snark that wasn't needed, bravery that was stupidity which you really shouldn't have shown, you mentally facepalmed, cursing yourself for speaking out before you thought properly.
Luckily for you, Rehman only let out a breathy chuckle. His life didn't involve women, he thought they were nothing but mere distractions for his goal of taking over Lyari, his circle wasn't meant for women, he killed his own mother for crying out loud, but yet today, here you were, a lotus in mud, a stark contrast, and he found you alluring. Noticing you in the crowd the other day, watching you work effortlessly today, saving his brother's life, did something to his heart, he could not deny the fact that you truly were a sight to behold.
He took a few steps further, coming way too close for comfort for you, grabbing a hold of your hand- your breath hitched, he pulled it up to his lips before he spoke, "Gustaakhi ke liye-" kiss "maafi" (i apologize for the rudeness)
Gasp. What. Huh. He kissed your knuckles. Rehman Dakait, the cold blooded devil reincarnate, simply kissed your knuckles like a gentleman. Rouge ran across your cheeks, your body felt hot all of a sudden, hyper aware of the proximity and his actions, you would be lying if this did not send a rush right down between your thighs. You slipped your hand out of his grasp, glancing from his eyes to his lips and right back up, you just couldn't help yourself.
He noticed, he fucking noticed, the corner of his mouth slightly upturning. "Uhh- hmm, shukriya" (thanks) you replied, barely able to form words. "Aapne aapka naam nahi bataya?" (You didn't tell me your name?) he asked, voice low and almost husky. You tell him your name, he just slightly tilts his head, and narrows his eyes. "Jachta hai aap par, khubsoorat naam, khubsoorat chehra" (Suits you, beautiful name, beautiful face)
What in the actual fuck was happening, did you not just watch this man brutally murder his own dad about a week ago? how was he doing this complete 180 shift. Every cell in your body, every fibre of your muscle, was screaming out at you that THIS, was utterly confusing and plain wrong. Whatever it was, it was making you lose your mind, you were supposed to despise this, despise all that he was, but all your poor mind could muster up was how he was slowly but surely, against your will, taking over you.
Two weeks later, the same black jeep that took you to his house, now stood outside your home, The same men who dragged you to his house, now introduced to you as Hamza and Donga, stood there, Donga had a bouquet of fresh, deep red roses in his hand, Hamza politely asked you to step in the jeep, they were here to take you to check up on Uzair's recovery. You hesitantly stepped outside the safety of your abode and made your way to them, you were anxious inside, unsure if what you were doing was right, accepting the bouquet of roses, stepping inside a dangerous known dacoit’s jeep;
You took one sniff of the flowers, the smell was so enchanting that it masked any doubts and uncertainty about the step that you were about to take. You arrived at the house, heading straight to where Uzair was kept; you were supposed to be doing a routine check up on him, making sure he was recovering well like the good little doctor that you were.
You stepped outside the room and just as you were turning around the corner, you felt a presence pressed up against your back, a big hand barely touching the side of your hip, a deep rough voice almost purring at your ear-
"Mujhe ummeed hai ke iss baar, mere aadamiyon ne aapke saath badtameezee nahi ki hogi." (I hope my men weren't rude with you this time around) Fuck. Chills ran the length down your spine, and your heartbeat quickened. You were fucked. You tried to gather yourself, your fists tightening up a bit as you responded. "Iss baar unka bartaav kaafi behetar tha, par woh gulaab...kyu?" (Their behaviour was much better this time, those roses...why?) He chuckled- "Aisa samjhiye aapki pichle baar ki takleefo ke liye. Rehman Dakait ke ghar aap jitni haseen ladki aaye-" (Think of it as if it's for your last visit's troubles. A girl as beautiful as you visits Rehman Dakait's house)
His large hand slowly squeezing, gripping the side of your hip, as if he was testing the waters. "Par badle mein sirf aisa bura waqi'a aur munh mein kadwa zaaika leke nikle — ye baat mujhe manzoor nahi" (but instead has a bad time and leaves with a sour taste, does not sit right with me.) This bastard had infiltrated your mind, and sure as shit was not planning to leave any time soon. Your skin felt like it was on fire, his touch setting you ablaze, your throat suddenly ran dry, the room felt like it was closing in on you, goosebumps ran down your arms as you momentarily closed your eyes and gulped.
'This is so fucking wrong! this is so fucking wrong! this is so fucking wrong!' kept blaring in your head like a siren, your heart was beating faster and faster as your chest rose and fell; he knew the effect he had on you, he could see it in the way you reacted, your body failing to listen to your inner voice giving away whatever truly lied in your heart, you were falling, falling like the last leaves of autumn, and he planned on fully taking advantage of that. That insolent, dangerous, hot motherfucker only stood pressed further into you, eyebrows raised and a little smirk starting to form on his lips. But you weren't some weakling yourself, you wanted to, nay you HAD to give him a taste of his own medicine.
Your deviant little mind came up with something of its own, something so bold you wouldn't dare dream of doing if you weren't under his effect like this. You knew this was wrong, fuck you really knew this was going to leave you entirely ruined, but with his tall stature pressed up to your back, you felt a slight poke against your taut ass, and that? was your final straw. Your body began moving; acting before your mind could even decide if this, if ANY of this was okay.
You slowly turned around, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze, your chests rising and falling, barely brushing against each other as you spoke- "Ghar se nahi, aapse baat karke nikli thi, Aur woh mulaqaat-" (Not with the house, I had an experience with you and had left, and that experience-) You bit your lip, and slowly brought your knee up, barely laying a feathery nudge right to his core "itni bhi buri nahi thi.” (Wasn't that bad) You brushed your knee against his hardness bulging through the silk fabric, his breath caught in his throat and his hand on your hip tightened, it was an unexpected, bold move from you. His eyes studied your face, noticed the way you were practically chewing on your lower lip at this point, and he found himself wishing he was the one doing it for you; the mere thought of that sent his cock in a frenzy, he slightly shivered as he felt it twitch, begging to be freed from its clothed prison.
Instead of pushing your leg away, he moved himself closer to you, body practically fused to yours at this point, centimeteres away from you, he let his bulge press further on your raised knee; letting you know exactly the effect you were causing. Your breath hitched at the feeling. The grip he had on your hip tightened, thick fingers practically digging at your side, He brought his thumb up, letting your bottom lip loose from your teeth, gently grazing it, his voice heavy as he spoke "Sambhalkar- aapko andaaza bhi hai aap kya kar rahi hein?" (Careful- Do you even know what you are doing?) He wanted it to sound like a warning, it honestly was, but it came out like a taunt instead, like he was challenging you, trying to pushing your boundaries to get what he wanted from you.
"Sach kahu toh...mujhe nahi pata, ye kyu, kaise-" (To be honest...I don't know, why, how-) Your hands betrayed your mind, painfully slow and moving with uncertainty as they raked over from his chest, and come up to rest on the collar of his pathani, his eyes following their movement. His free hand that wasn't on your hip grabs a hold of your right wrist, bringing your hand to his lips again, kissing the back of it with tenderness you hadn't felt before. A breathy broken sound left your mouth as you felt his kisses, he didn't stop at just one kiss; He made sure every finger tip was marked. You knew you were far gone by this point, slick coating the inner lining of your panties, eyes glossy, mind foggy.
His hand dropped yours, moving too fast for you to even react as it cupped your jaw, pulling you closer in. Tilting his head in the nape of your neck, his lips found your sweetest spots, peppering kisses on you. You couldn't stop the whimpers, breathy little sounds that left you, neediness dripping from your voice. "Rokna chahti ho- toh ab hi roklo" (If you want to stop me, then do it now)
He mumbled between the kisses. You helplessly, furiously nodded no, brows furrowed, hands tightly clutching, gripping on his pathani for dear life. You were too shy to muster up any words, too embarassed to feel this fucked, this turned on for a man such as himself, so you let your body talk.
Your hand found the nape of his neck, fingers entangling in the same locks that bewitched your heart when you first set your eyes on him; You pulled him away from your jaw, bringing him face-to-face with you, eyes that flickered down to his lips and right back up, noses nudging, breaths mixed, lips merely millimeteres apart, you let your eyelids close as your heart took a leap of faith, finally closing the gap between, crashing your lips against his, for a kiss.
A/N: AHHHHHHHHH this is crazyyyyy!!!! the first time i ever wrote a fanfic was on wattpad as a baby army back in 2018 HAHAHA, I hope you liked all that I wrote, I didn't make it fully nsfw as i was unsure if i wanted my first ever tumblr fanfic to be completely smut, hopefully kept it just the right amount. Let me know if you like this, or if I should write a part 2 or keep it just as this sole fanfic, or even if you have any suggestions. Thankyou for your time!
summary : reader is a very shy girl and rehman has to do something about it 😉
A/N : pls enjoy guys n give lots of love pls cz i love attention n pls point out any mistakes!! 🤍
disclaimer: this story is based on the characters in the movie Dhurandhar, written and directed by Aditya Dhar. this isn't related to the actions of their real-life counterparts.
rehman never had a problem with how you communicate or better wording the way you didnt
infact he actually enjoyed it , he adored the little blush that came to your face or the way you’d fidget with the sleeves of his kurta and his most favourite the way your eyes flickered to his lips as a silent invitation.
and usually he’d always give in to your shy little invitations but today , no.
today was different , rehman wanted to be mean .
you had been staring at his mouth as he talked on and on about shipments and upcoming meetings. your big doe eyes darting up to his mischievous ones every time he caught you , your cheeks burning pink out of embarrassment.
it was adorable. painful, even, how shy you were, how you practically shrank into yourself when he turned the attention back on you.
“kya hua jaan, kuch chahiye?”
rehman says leaning into your already small frame .
you looked like a deer caught in headlights, lips parting slightly but no words came out to back you up . you shy away back to the stolen kurta of his that you were wearing.
“bolo na jaan e man”
you shook your head quickly , as if to say never mind but he wasnt gonna let you get away so easily.
“kya hua hai , apne hone wale shauhar ko nahi bataogi?” he teased even more
his fingers found your chin , tilting your face towards him so he can get a better look at your blushing face
“jab bhi tumhe kiss chahiye hoti hai toh tum itna sharma kyu jaati ho?”
yours eyes widened even more , the shock spread clearly on your face. he never said it out loud before had never made you acknowledge the way you begged for his affection without speaking.
“ab bas bol bhi do” rehman murmured. “bas ek lafz , mere liye”
you swallowed hard, but your lips stayed sealed, trembling slightly as you fought against the unbearable weight of his gaze.
his thumb brushed the side of your face his other hand resting possessively on your thigh. “mein intezaar karunga”
you let out a shaky breath, fists clenched in your lap .
your entire body burning flush with embarrassment and he enjoyed every second of watching you struggle so hard.
after what felt like ages, you finally managed to let out a tiny barely audible “kiss…” barely above a whisper.
rehman broke into the most evil boyish grin you’ve seen. not even a second later rehman was ontop of you pushing your back against the sofa pinning you beneath him , his mouth finally claiming yours . his lips rough and demanding, swallowing you whole filled with so much desire that all your efforts paid off .
and when he finally pulled away, leaving you all breathless and dizzy, he smirked at the dazed, flustered look on your face.
“dekha bas itna hi kehna tha” he murmured brushing his nose against yours “itna bhi mushkil nahi tha” as he dove back in for an even hungrier kiss.
Do we fuck with jealous best friend Art? Because if yes, someone needs to convince me to finish my draft. I present, sneak peak:
You didn’t even remember what you were talking about at that point. Throwing curses and glares while Art walked beside you angrily. Of course he wouldn’t let you walk to the dormitories on your own in the dark. How had it gotten this far? Wasn’t this about your sore shoulder, why were you talking about your sex life?
At this point you were ignoring him, angrily searching for your keys in your bag with slightly blurry vision.
“Let me,” Art’s voice was soft as he tried pushing your shaky hands away, to search for your key.
“Fuck off,” you snapped, glaring at him and pushing his hands away.
“Fine.” The word was strained as it escaped him and you looked up angrily. He was suddenly crowding you again, eyes dark but not with anger. You never realized what an imbalance of power hovered between you two but with him leaning over you like that there was no way not to notice.
“If you’re so desperate to blow off steam, fuck me instead.”
father jud's eyes that were squeezed shut in ecstacy were now open. and they'd never looked so vulnerable. sad, shameful eyes, almost on the verge of tears. there was nothing but his rosary between the two of you, flopping on his taut abdomen with every thrust, catching him in the act. witnessing sin.
a small of course left your lips and you instinctively pulled him into a hug, your bodies still attached to one another. he hugged you tighter, impossibly tighter, as if he was trying to erase any distance between the two of you. his large arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you close. he seemed to unwittingly slip deeper inside of you, and you felt the pleasure caught in your chest.
he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, hiding away. the few seconds of silence seemed to stretch indefinitely creating a cold stillness in the air you were hesitant to interrupt. but you had to.
"is everything okay?" you whispered. if he wasn't so close, he'd barely be able to hear you. you heard him sniffle.
"i- i don't know. i thought i was better than this. i really did."
you swallowed. you didn't want it to come to this. or maybe you did. part of you knew this would never end well. he wouldnt leave the priesthood, not that you'd want him to. you'd never become a catholic. even if you did, exceeding in devotion and singing the psalms all through chimney rock, it wouldnt end well. he wasnt that kind of person. he'd never make this mistake again. you knew, if the day ever came, you'd have to make the most of it.
but why were you guilty then? you had no obligation. no oath. no vow.
"we can stop. you know that right? just tell me and we can just –"
"i don't want to," he interupted. "the worst part is, i don't want to. and even now..."
you run your nails down his back, softly. he squirms inside of you.
"...you feel so fucking good." with this shameful confession, he buries his face back into the nape of your neck. there's nothing you can do but sigh. you want to hold him, till the end of time, till he doesn't have to feel this way.
"fuck, i'm so sorry."
"you're just a person, jud. a vessel of the lord's message, sure, but still a person. c'mon, look at me," you say, and he does. his face, as beautiful as the first day you saw it, now stained with a single tear. you can feel him trying to apologize, you can see the guilt circling his eyes.
"and so am i. i'm not some sinful temptation sent by the devil," you say, cupping his face in your hands, "you wouldn't fall for that."
"i don't want to make you feel like that, ever. it's not you. it's me, i came here. i came here hoping, praying even, to land up where i am."
you wipe away the tears from his face, kissing him on his cheeks.
"praying worked out for you then," you say. he smiles. for the first time in what feels like forever, he smiles that same abashed smile, his gaze downcast and innocent. it makes your heart flutter a bit. he licks his lips before softly planting them on yours. its almost chaste, slow at first but all the more erotic. his hand presses against your back and you feel the cold metal of the cross on your stomach.
"i guess i should probably make the most of it then."
adrian chase / fem!reader. 18+. softcore smut, dubcon, stalking (?) idk he's a freak.
tw: the lion does not concern herself with proofreading
you'd thought him sweet, at first. that maybe he could use a friend.
that's the problem with throwing a starving dog a bone. he'll always come back hungrier. take and take and take until your cupboards are bare.
for every moment you spend in his company, there's something increasingly sinister in the way he looks at you. only in a certain light, but definitely there. something frenzied. obsessive. a sort of intensity he hasn't yet earned.
you don't ask how he knows things about you he shouldn't. the names of your neighbors and your parents. what you had for dinner last night and the colour of your sheets. it's sick, but there's something easy about it — to know he's already done the hard parts — memorizing the small talk and a lifetime full of anecdotes. like spotting an animal in the forest and knowing it's already been watching you for hours.
maybe you're put together wrong. wired to feel comfort where there should be revulsion. fascination where there should be fear.
his looks don't help. soft lashes, big hands. sharp angles and kind eyes the colour of sea glass.
in the front seat of his car, he kisses you like he might never get the chance to again. teeth knocking in enthusiasm, spit soaking your chin. he can't seem to decide what to do with his mouth or his hands, so he does it all. paws at your ass and nearly chews through your bottom lip. winds his hand around to cradle your jaw as he chokes you on his tongue. you can't think straight for days.
two nights later, you catch a whiff of his grocery store cologne on the breeze from your open window. just past midnight, freshly showered and on your way to bed. fear sinks a stone in your gut.
you call his name soft under your breath. disbelieving.
he steps out from the shadows in the corner of the room on your second try of his name, smiling dopily. he's only ever unsettling when you notice the madness in his eyes.
"you shouldn't leave your window open like that, y'know. something bad could happen."
you picture him scaling the side of the building to creep in and suddenly feel sick.
"like what? you're gonna chop me up into little pieces?" you aim for humour and land squarely on paranoia.
he frowns — tuts at you, disapproving. "i wouldn't've made any noise if i was gonna kill you, silly."
"besides," he shrugs. "i could'a done that an hour ago when you were in the shower."
"here — like this-"
you go lightheaded as he takes a step foward.
he sidles up behind you — brings his hand up slow and drags a thumb across your throat. a cartoon slicing noise accompanies the movement, and you're keenly aware that you can feel your heartbeat in your molars. he bumps his hips into your ass and you squeak, stomach swooping, warmth pooling in the cradle of your hips.
your head spins. the burning in your stomach starts up again. that sick, hot combination of revulsion and lust. the thought that perhaps you've bitten off more than you can chew all at once.
so you take it in small bites.
spit up the bile rising in your throat and let him kiss you half blind, crooked glasses and flushed cheeks. push the thought aside when you realize you'd never given him your address. pretend not to hear when he tells you he loves you — calls you his best friend, face buried between your legs.
— summary: adrian meets his other self from another dimension, and you finally have the opportunity to make your wildest dream come true.
— pairing: adrian chase x female!reader x alt!adrian chase
— word count: 4.8k
— warnings: +18, smut !!! (minors dni), descriptions of the reader having female genitalia, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, threesome, oral (male receiving), eiffel tower (!!!), pussy pronouns, praise and degradation kink, body worship, voyeurism, they all match each other's freak tbh, both adrians are losers and sluts for the reader.
writer’s note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!
“Adrian, baby, I think this is wrong,” you say to Adrian as you walk behind him, holding his hand, his gloved fingers intertwined with yours, keeping you close to him.
You look everywhere frantically, still not convinced that this world is much better than your real one. This one feels... off. There was something weird going on. You still didn't know what exactly, but you were damn certain of it.
He turns back to look at you, speaking softly, “Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you. Plus, I know my other self wouldn't do anything to you either.”
“How do you know that exactly?” you ask him in a whisper, your eyebrows furrowed. “We don't know these people.”
“I just... know,” he shrugs, you can see how excited he is about all this even through the reddish visor of his mask. He's smiling. “Call it interdimensional intuition.”
“It literally never ends well when you meet your other self,” you're trying to convince him, mentally listing all the times you've seen how cathastrophic it gets in films and TV shows when characters go into a parallel dimension and meet versions of themselves. “I've seen it in Coraline, Dark, Everything Everywhere All At Once, fucking Rick and Morty —the thing is, this is nuts, Ade.”
“This is the best, baby!” Adrian shakes his head enthusiastically, giving your hand an encouraging squeeze. “You'll have two of us. Can you believe it? Literally my wettest and dirtiest dream come true, holy fuck.”
One Adrian? A hot mess.
Two Adrians? Literally a dream.
You entered his house, his other self's house. It turns out his father didn't leave his mother for another man in this dimension. The Cheerios are called “Cheeri-ohs” —ridiculous. And the Adrian from here also has a top-secret room.
A little hideout... that's pretty tidy.
“What the fuck?” exclaims other Adrian, turning around and aiming a gun at his other self, which he pulls out of nowhere. Classic Adrian. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”
Well, it turns out he looks exactly like the real Adrian. He's wearing the same suit, the exact same colors, he has the same haircut, the same type of glasses, and the same nonchalant look flashes through his blue eyes.
You don't even know why you thought he'd be any different in the first place.
They're like twins, in a way. A bizarre way.
It's so weird that you stand in shock behind Adrian, your Adrian, with your hand tightly grasping his forearm.
“Dude, hold on, just hold on!” Adrian says excitedly, in a rush taking off his mask to show the other Adrian that it’s him, himself. “It’s me! I’m you from another dimension. My keys worked to get in here!”
He's… too happy about all this. Chirping like a jolly little bird.
And the other Adrian… is looking at you now, hiding behind your boyfriend like he is your personal human shield —he actually is.
His gaze switches, he slowly lowers his gun, his face turns pale, and his lips part.
He recognizes you.
And it's like he's seeing a ghost.
“Holy shit…” he mutters.
And your Adrian gives a little jump of joy, pointing at him with a finger. “Holy shit!”
“Are you real?” other Adrian asks. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
He walks toward you with hesitant steps.
“Yeah, dude, it’s me. I’m you!” your Adrian replies, assuming the question is directed at him.
But no, Adrian 2 is right in front of you, the gun long forgotten, tossed on the floor. His eyes are glossy, and as you look up at him, you notice the frame of his glasses is gold. And it's really the only thing that allows you to differentiate him from your real boyfriend.
Adrian realizes that his other self is not really talking to him, and his smile gradually fades from his countenance as he glances at the two of you, his brow slightly frowning, yet that expression of bliss remains indelible on his face.
He flinches just a little when Adrian 2 leans toward you and hugs you.
Adrian is hugging you. Not your Adrian, you've never seen this one before in your life.
But, for some bizarre reason, it's as if you've known him forever. He smells the same as always, his arms hold you as always, his face snuggles into your shoulder as always, and his lips pronounce your name just as they always have.
Maybe it really is interdimensional intuition.
“H–hey...” you speak in a low voice, clearing your throat as you raise your arms and tentatively hug him back, looking over his shoulder at your Adrian, feeling a bit awkward.
He is looking at you two with a gigantic smile on his face and then, like it's the best thing he can think of, he approaches you from behind and hugs you, leaning his head on your other shoulder.
“This feels like a wet dream.” Your Adrian whispers with a dreamy edge to his voice, his warm breath brushing up against your neck, his fingers gently caressing the curve of your waist. “I’ve dreamed about this so many fucking times.”
Of course his words are suggestive, because of course Adrian has dreamed about him and his other self fucking you at the same time.
He's a freak.
But so are you.
Because, how many times have you dreamed about this, too? About having two versions of your boyfriend. All for yourself.
“Are you okay?” Adrian 2 asks in a quavering voice, pulling back from you just enough to take your face in both of his hands very carefully, gazing at you from head to toe, scanning you, looking for any sign of injury.
“Yes, I'm—” you stutter, mildly overwhelmed by all the attention and the way he's looking at you. You give him a little, sheepish smile. “I'm fine, Adrian”
He closes his eyes when he hears your voice speak his name, leaning his head slightly and, as he does so, it lightly brushes against your forehead.
He sighs softly, “I had forgotten your voice.”
His words sound like something he doesn’t want to accept, something he doesn’t want to confess, something he is ashamed to confess.
Suddenly, the atmosphere has shifted to an emotion that gives you chills.
Adrian 2 lowers his hand until it finds yours and then offers you a tight little smile, soft all over. The blue of his eyes feels like a calm ocean, enveloping you with a familiar warmth. He feels like… home.
Adrian 1, your Adrian, is still hugging you from behind and looking at his other self with a grin, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“I take good care of her,” he tells him as if you weren’t actually there with them. “You don’t need to worry about her, she’s a badass— Oh my God, do you know how many times I’ve dreamed about this?”
It's like the third time he's said that.
“I've dreamed about it too!” Adrian 2 beams at him, his eyes flashing with that special gleam you know all too well. “Does she prefers pandas, polar bears, black bears, or brown bears?”
“Pandas, obviously!” Adrian answers instantly, no doubt about it. Adrian 2 nods his head in agreement. “Where does she like to be caressed the most?”
Adrian 2 smirks knowingly, “Her back, waist, and when she's on her period, her tummy.”
“Yes!” Adrian blurts out, overjoyed with the conversation. You, on the other hand, are blushing like crazy, standing between the two of them, spectator-like, gawking at the unhinged scene. “What’s her favorite movie?”
“Alice in Wonderland!” they both answer in unison.
Again, your Adrian is a bit too excited about the topic of conversation, moving away from you a little so he can continue with the knowledge test, “Oh! I know. In what place does she like to be fucked the most?”
“Adrian,” it's the first time you've spoken in a couple of minutes, so your voice is slightly faltering, but it carries a note of disapproval.
“It depends on the day, but usually on the bed, sometimes on the couch, other times in the car, the bathroom too,” Adrian 2 replies anyway, enumerating with his fingers.
“Adrian,” you name him again, slowly, calling out both of them this time, looking between their faces, blushing.
“And in the kitchen!” they both point at each other as they speak at the same time.
“Adrian!”
They both turn toward you, “What?”
You stare at them both, your lips parting but no words coming out. It’s like your brain short-circuited —and honestly, who could blame you? Two Adrians, practically vibrating with joy over knowing intimate details of your life, throwing them around like trading cards.
You briefly think that you would very much prefer them to be throwing you around. Just squished between them.
However, you make an extra effort to push any kind of dirty thoughts out of your mind.
And you rub your temples. “What the fuck is wrong with you two?”
Adrian tilts his head, peering at you with that stupid wide-eyed innocence. “What? Baby, we’re bonding! It’s important for us to be in sync if we’re gonna—”
“Don’t say it,” you cut him off, narrowing your eyes.
“—share you.”
You groan, dragging a hand down your face. “This is fucking insane, Adrian.”
“No, baby, do you realize how fucking amazing this is? Twice as much of me,” Adrian leans close to you so he can whisper in a low voice, but loud enough for other Adrian to hear, “twice as much for you...”
His eyes are darker when you turn to look at him, his fingers are running up and down your waist, slipping under the fabric of your shirt.
Your cheeks are burning, and before you can protest, Adrian 2 lowers his voice, with a sigh that vibrates in your chest and ignites that familiar flame in the lower part of your belly.
“She's blushing. She does that when you touch her here...” his hand rests on your hip, right on that sensitive spot that always makes you shiver.
You feel your whole body tingle, in sheer commotion as it responds to their attention, their touch, their words. Pretty soon, your pussy starts throbbing.
“Exactly!” Adrian squeals, delighted, and slides his palm down your other hip, mirroring the movement as if they were fucking coordinated. “It’s like looking at myself in a mirror.”
He giggles.
They both giggle.
And you're sandwiched between the two of them, wrapped in warmth, hands that know exactly where to touch you, identical whispers that make you light-headed.
There are so many possibilities, having them right there for you. And everything indicates that the decision had already been made the moment Adrian 2 had first looked at you.
Now you're horny.
Maybe you have been since the moment you walked into the room and saw the other Adrian. He's so hot.
They're so hot.
“This isn't fair...” you breathe out, trying to sound firm, but it only comes out as a muffled groan.
“Of course it's fair,” Adrian 2 snorts, his fingertips leisurely caressing your hip, swiping just barely further back. “We all win in this arrangement. We have you, you have us both.”
Can you? Have them both? Take them both?
Adrian nods, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek, reassuringly. “Just say the word, baby. You're the boss.”
For a heartbeat, the room feels too small. Their bodies close around you like a secret. Your skin hums under their fingers; you can almost hear the blood rushing in your ears.
And then, somehow, you are on the sofa, half-naked, sitting on top of Adrian, making out with him, while the other one kisses your neck, sitting right there beside you.
“You're so fucking hot, Jesus fuck,” Adrian 2 groans raggedly against your skin, and his voice breaks when your hand blindly reaches for his crotch. You can feel the bulge, too big under the fabric of his suit pants.
And then you feel him melt under your touch. He's trembling, desperate, but self-controlled enough to wait and receive everything you're willing to give him. He knows his place. He knows that even though he looks exactly like your boyfriend, he really isn't.
“You can kiss him, babe,” Adrian whispers between kisses, hardly opening his eyes to look at you with half-closed eyelids.
You look at him with some hesitation, even though what you want most at that moment is to kiss the other Adrian. “Are you sure?”
“Fucking affirmative, one hundred percent,” he assures you, kissing your mouth again. “I want you to fuck him, baby. And I want to watch.”
Having his approval, you shift toward the other Adrian, who is waiting patiently, seated on the sofa, manspreading, painfully hard.
Adrian's fingers reassuringly caress your hip as you stretch toward Adrian 2, propping one hand on his leg.
He gulps loudly.
“Can I kiss you?” you ask, breathless.
He nods frantically, blinking a couple of times as he fixes his glasses, sheepishly. “Please.”
You lean in slowly, his breath is warm against your lips; he smells like your Adrian but there’s a different edge to him— less polished, a little darker.
And there’s something dark about him. Something in the way he looks at you, in the way he touches you. Urgently, with necessity, driven by dark possessiveness. A sense of ownership.
Your fingers slide up his chest, over the rough fabric of his suit, until you find the edge of his collar. He’s trembling under your touch, his eyes darting from your lips to your eyes like he can’t believe this is happening.
Then you kiss him.
It’s soft at first, hesitant, the kind of kiss you’d give to test a dream, but he immediately deepens it, one hand flying up to cup your cheek. His mouth moves against yours with a hunger that feels familiar but alien at the same time.
At your other side, Adrian exhales a sharp sound, half groan, half laugh. His hand slide up your side, thumb grazing the undersides of your breasts.
“God, that’s so fucking hot,” he groans right into your ear. “It's like watching a porn video of us, babe.”
If you weren't so horny and lust-dazed, you would have paused to scold him for his choice of words, but you're so horny that instead, you laugh darkly into his other self's mouth.
Adrian 2 kisses you harder, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go. His other hand finds your thigh, squeezing it, his thumb drawing slow circles.
“Touch her,” Adrian says quietly to his other self, like a coach giving tips. “Right there.”
Of course, he’s an instinctual specialist when it comes to you. He knows everything about you.
Adrian 2's hand slides a little further down your thigh, into your crotch, and you gasp when you feel his fingers rubbing against your clothed pussy, still in your panties, already ruined by how wet you are.
“Like this?” he asks, his voice hoarse.
“Exactly like that,” Adrian coos, eyes locked on you, fingers still drawing idle shapes on your waist.
Your hips jolt forward against Adrian 2’s hand, your breath catching in your throat as his fingers press and rub through the damp fabric of your panties. The friction is maddening, every slow circle pulling a soft moan from your lips.
Adrian chuckles darkly, enjoying the show firsthand, his hand already moving down to his crotch, the pants of his suit was sliding messily down on his ankles.
“See? I told you… she loves it when you touch her like that. She gets so fucking wet so fast.”
His voice is low, rasping with desire, and the way he says it makes your pussy clench even tighter.
“Fuck…” other Adrian breathes out, his voice trembling now too. “She’s so beautiful.” He strokes harder, the heel of his palm pressing down on your clit while his fingers tease the edge of your slit through the soaked lace. “She’s dripping already.”
You whimper, your nails digging into his shoulders for balance, and that sound alone seems to drive them both insane.
“Adrian,” you whine out.
“She's ready,” your Adrian croaks out, observing every single expression on your face with his dark eyes, noticing the tearful in yours, so desperate and needy. “It's like the fucking Niagara Falls down there, huh?”
“Fuck yes,” Adrian 2 hisses, sliding one finger inside you, the slick heat swallowing him instantly. His eyes lock on yours, wide and reverent, like he can’t believe he’s the one doing this, has the possibility of doing so, of doing you. “You feel so fucking tight, princess…”
It's an unusual nickname. You hardly ever hear Adrian using it for you. But that's exactly what this is— this isn't Adrian. But the way he delivers it, with dripping honey on his tongue, it makes you almost feel like you've been hearing him call you that your whole life.
You bite your lip to stifle a moan that crawls up your throat.
Adrian hums, “Yeah? Tight as fuck, right? Imagine her with your cock buried in her.”
Adrian 2 groans brokenly at that, curling his finger inside you until you’re keening, your walls clenching around the intrusion. Your thighs tremble as pleasure courses through you, your body pressed perfectly against him.
He moves his fingers inside you with a delicious clumsiness, like he wanted to learn you by heart in a single touch. His breathing becomes ragged, and his glasses slip a little from the sweat dampening his forehead.
When he finally pulls them out, the movement is slow, wet, and obscenely loud. He holds his hand up in front of him, the basement light highlights the sticky sheen that coats it. He’s trembling, his mouth slightly open, as if he’d never seen anything so perfect in his life.
Then Adrian appears very close to you, leaning toward his other self’s hand and taking his fingers into his mouth.
He sucks them.
He sucks them slowly, with a guttural moan, dragging his tongue around Adrian 2's knuckles, savoring you all over his skin through it. His eyes glow with pleasure as he holds your gaze.
When he pulls away, a strand of saliva briefly connects other Adrian's fingers to his mouth. He runs his tongue over his lips, delighting in the taste.
What a fucking freak.
You’re sure you could come just from witnessing that scene… so filthy, so bizarre. Your pussy is vibrating, aching to have something, anything from them.
Your chest is still heaving when Adrian grabs your chin and tilts your face to his, kissing you very slow, tasting the moans still trembling in your throat.
And you taste yourself on his lips, as well.
When he pulls back, his lips are wet and his eyes are gleaming.
“Get on his cock, baby,” he says, low and commanding, his hand sliding down to squeeze your ass, affectionately patting the soft flesh. “I want to see you ride him.”
Adrian 2 looks ruined already when you turn back toward him. He is flushed, glasses slipping, his cock straining painfully against his pants.
You grind down on his bulge through the fabric, drawing a guttural groan from him. His head falls back against the sofa, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling in frantic rhythm. He can't control his hands, clutching your hips, pressing you down onto him.
“Fuck, she does that to me all the time,” Adrian chuckles, clearly enjoying the show. “Drives me fucking crazy.”
Adrian 2’s hands tremble as he fumbles to unbutton his pants, finally freeing his cock. It springs up thick and flushed, the head leaking already.
You gasp softly at the sight, your pussy clenching in anticipation.
It's incredible that even their dicks look exactly the same. Same in length and width.
“Holy shit,” you whisper, licking your lips.
Guided by his hands, you lift yourself up and line him up with your dripping entrance. He is shaking beneath you, his hands gripping your thighs tight.
And then you sink down.
You don't really have any more time to waste, right? You want to fuck him. And that you’ll do.
The stretch makes you gasp loudly, your nails digging into his shoulders as his cock pushes into you inch by inch, stretching you open until he’s buried completely inside. That takes about ten full minutes, for your body to get used to his size.
Both Adrians groan at the same time—the sound mingling, dizzying you.
Adrian 2 can barely breathe, his glasses fogging as he watches your expression, blubbering his name on top of him.
“You feel —oh fuck —you feel unreal,” he groans, his hips twitching up into you. “Like fucking heaven— b–baby—”
You start to move, rolling your hips, riding him slow at first, savoring the drag of his cock inside you. Yep, even the bend is the same. He hits that spongy spot every time he bottoms out, his balls smacking against your ass creates an obscene and pornographic sound that that echoes with every mercilessly bounce of your hips.
His head falls back, his mouth dropping open as a broken moan slips out.
The way his cock makes its own way inside you is perfect, the bend is perfect, he feels perfect. He feels like he always does. Only his grip is more desperate, more needy.
And you just know his hands will leave marks on your hips, on your ass, on your flesh, for a couple of days. You will be marked by him. Inside and out.
You hear your Adrian moaning right next to you, and when you turn to look at him, he's already jerking off, gazing at you with half-closed eyes, hazy with pleasure and lust.
And when he leans in to kiss you, it makes your pussy clench even tighter, so greedy.
You pick up your pace and your bouncing on Adrian 2’s cock now, your wetness making every thrust obscene, every sound echo through the room.
Adrian 2 grips your waist desperately, his hips bucking up to meet yours urgently, his groans loud and shameless.
“Jesus Christ, I’m not gonna last,” he pants, biting his lip hard.
You are moaning out his name—their name—the sound trapped between your lips as your head falls down against Adrian 2's shoulder.
And then—
“Let's swap,” Adrian's command comes out falteringly from his lips.
Both of you turn to look at him.
“W–what?” Adrian 2 stutters, unable to hear anything his other self had said, far too absorbed in listening to your moans, the pounding of his flesh bumping against yours, the woozy sensation of your warm walls clenching tighter and tighter around his cock.
“L–let’s swap,” Adrian repeats, his voice heavy with lust, his hand still wrapped around his cock, pumping slowly as he stares at the way his other self disappears inside you.
Your pussy clenches instinctively at the word. Swap.
Adrian 2 whimpers under you, his glasses fogged, his face flushed. He shakes his head faintly, “I–I don’t want to pull out—”
“Relax, dude,” Adrian says with a smirk, already moving closer, his free hand curling around your waist, squeezing. “She’s gonna take both of us. Just in different ways.” His touch is one of urgency, but he caresses your skin tenderly, always tenderly. “And you're fucking crazy if you think I'll let you cum inside her. You may be my other self, but that's like, way off limits, man.”
You tremble when you feel his words against your neck, his lips brushing your ear. And then his hand is sliding up your spine, pressing gently, urging you to lean forward.
You know exactly what he wants.
Your thighs shake as you lift off Adrian 2’s cock, the wet drag making him groan so loudly it almost breaks your heart. But you obey Adrian guiding pressure, sinking onto your knees on the sofa, leaning forward until your chest is pressed against Adrian 2’s.
And behind you, you feel Adrian lining himself up, pumping his dick and rubbing it very gently in between your wet folds.
“That's it, baby...” he praises softly, his tip teasing your entrance before pressing in slow, stretching you once more. Your moan is muffled against Adrian 2’s lips when he kisses you, messy and needy. “So good...”
Adrian groans low in his throat as he bottoms out, his hips flush against your ass.
His hands grab your waist tightly, holding you still as he savors the feeling. “F–fuck… o–oh! She's still so fucking tight, how the fuck—”
Adrian 2 positions himself in front of you on the sofa, his cock gently slapping against your face, silently seeking your consent to fuck your mouth so he can cum.
And who are you to refuse, honestly? When he's looking down at you like that, so adoringly.
The sofa creaks under the violent rhythm Adrian sets, his hips slamming into you mercilessly. The sound of skin on skin echoes through the room, obscene, wet, fucking perfect.
“Look at her,” Adrian coos, his hand sliding down your spine, through the perfect arch you put on for him, until it lands on your ass, slapping one of your cheeks just right. “She’s fucking glowing. You feel that, man? She’s fucking gripping my cock like a fucking boa constrictor, but she’s sucking yours like she needs it to breathe. Such a fucking freak.”
His words, his praise and degradation all at once, make your whole body flutter, especially your pussy.
And they can both feel it.
You are sucking hard on Adrian 2's cock, swiping your tongue up and down the swollen vein that extends his entire length.
The sound of Adrian fucking you from behind and the sound of your mouth blowing other Adrian melt together to create a pornographic harmony in the room.
Adrian 2 moans, his head tipping back, with his eyes fluttering shut, “She’s—fuck—she’s perfect.” His hands wander—one tangled firmly in your hair, guiding you, the other gripping the sofa, “You takes us so well, princess.”
He's speaking to you, praising you with words, looks, touch.
But those soft coos don't match the rough thrusts of his hips, ramming his cock all the way into your throat.
You're gagging and he loves it.
As Adrian fucks you harder from behind, your cries vibrate all around Adrian's 2 cock, and you can tell by the way his muscles tense up that he's close.
And you're definitely close too.
Adrian is on a rampage, pounding you from behind with a brutality that makes your knees wobble against the sofa. Every thrust of his hips against your ass thunders, the legs of the furniture screeching against the floor.
Your moans are suffocated around Adrian 2's cock, who gives you no truce. He grabs your hair and sinks you deeper onto his cock, making you gag, tears streaming down your cheeks as your throat contracts desperately around him.
The combo is delicious torture, a dream come true: your pussy twitching with every thrust of Adrian, your throat being stuffed and used by other Adrian.
The sofa creaks and trembles beneath you, the wood protesting with every motion. The rhythm is too wild, too heavy for a simple piece of IKEA furniture.
“Fuck— we're gonna break the fucking couch,” Adrian 2 growls through clenched teeth, digging his fingers into your hair, his neck tense and veins bulging as he stares at your face drenched in saliva and tears.
“Let it break,” Adrian slurs, his voice breaking, in awe at the way your ass bounces against his hips with every thrust, jiggling. “I don’t fucking care– just– huh– don’t stop—”
And they don't stop.
The squeaking turns into a louder creaking, until— crack!
One of the sofa legs breaks. Everything shakes violently, the three of you sinking lower all at once.
But you don't stop. On the contrary, it drives you all even crazier.
Adrian lets out a hoarse laugh behind you, still buried deep inside your pussy, shaking the broken sofa with increasingly brutal thrusts. “See that? We fucking d–destroyed it. We fucked it to death. Holy shit, baby– ngh–”
Adrian 2 moans desperately, pushing your head lower onto his cock, your throat swallowing every inch. “She's—god—she's gonna make me cum—fuck, I'm so close—”
Your walls close around Adrian like a fist, your whole body shaking, already lost in an orgasm that sweeps over you like a giant wave. You scream around Adrian 2's cock, vibrating against him, and that sound just breaks him.
With a roar, Adrian 2 explodes in your mouth, his hot seed filling your throat as he shakes, his eyes fixed on you as if you were a miracle.
You swallow everything he gives you, which is a lot.
Adrian 1 feels it—how your pussy tightens, how your body shakes uncontrollably—and with a fierce growl he buries his cock deep inside you, spilling inside you, filling you up until his balls are empty. His breathing is ragged and broken as he keeps pumping, milked by your spasms.
The sofa, already worn out, collapses completely to one side with a monumental thud!, dropping all three of you to the floor, still recovering from your orgasms.
“I'm going to need a new couch.” Adrian 2 sighs, brushing his hand through his hair before fondling your face affectionately, pushing his now softened dick back into his white briefs.
Adrian carefully pulls out of you, leaving a trail of flattering kisses along your spine. He pulls your underwear back up over your hips, settling them back into place as you lie down on top of Adrian 2, who happily welcomes you into his arms.
Adrian drops down on the wrecked sofa, grabbing your legs and placing them on his lap,
And he high-fives his other self as if they've just won a game. “Worth it.”
“Fuck yeah,” other Adrian agrees with him, naturally.
And you, cuddled between them, with your throat burning, your pussy still throbbing, your legs useless and absolutely stuffed full of them fucking everywhere, you think yeah, it was definitely worth it.
Creepy loser!Konig, who just can't get enough of you sometimes. Ever since you kissed him, he's gotten more needy, feeling like he's one step closer to sliding his cock into your warm, wet cunt. He just has to be a little more persistent!
Konig has become shameless too, practically sobbing and begging you to give him another kiss, just a little one, he promises he won't try to touch your breasts either :(( Sometimes, though, his weakness overtakes him, which leads you to your current scenario...
You'd just gotten home, keys in the door, when you hear it. The slick sounds and pathetic whines, no doubt coming from Konig as he jerks off his fat, veiny cock. He's there on the couch, tears running down his face, contracting his abdomen to thrust his strong hips up into his tightly closed fist, fapping to some trashy porn featuring a girl that looks suspiciously like you...
You're a little disgusted, but also not very surprised that your weirdo roommate would do something like this. You startled poor Konig when you loudly cleared your throat, making him extra whiney and pathetic, spewing apology after apology, even as he continued to jerk himself off until he came so hard, he almost passed out :(( The thick seed spurting from his swollen tip, landing on his tummy while his thick cock continues to pulse, his heavy balls tightening up from how much sperm he was pumping out, but it was all wasted because it wasn't inside of your precious pussy :(
For the rest of the week, he mopes around behind you, looking like a pathetic, wet-eyed puppy. You'd slap his hand away every time he tried to reach for you, poor dick hard and leaky for you, but you just won't give him a chance!
Konig's even resorted to texting you weird things. You'll be in class when your phone pings, and there in your messages is a photo of his huge cock, thick, veiny, and drooling thick pearls of precum over his swollen knuckles and a dark, thick happytrail leading down to the base. Another text follows after that,
Simon's never been difficult when it came to food. Growing up, he learned not to be. You ate what you had, and you kept your mouth shut. When he enlisted, that turned into metal tins and packaged rations. Food was just fuel. Something to fill your stomach. Nothing more.
That all changed when he married you.
The first time you packed him lunch, it wasn't anything super fancy per your standards - just a simple box with rice, a bit of meat and vegetables, neatly arranged. To other people, it might not have been much, but to him who'd always had to make do with leftovers thrown together and bland cafeteria food, it was everything.
The presentation alone was enough to let all his buddies at work know how much you love him. They teased him for it, of course. 'Big lad like you, still letting your missus pack you lunch.' Got thrown with a gentle nudge to his side. Secretely, though, these guys all wished they were lucky enough to have someone prepare them a yummy lunch.
Simon wasn't the kind of man that took without giving.
So, in his own way, he tried to show you he loved you too. He tried to make your life a little easier by keeping your side of the wardrobe stocked with new clothes, your shelves full of books on you to be read list, and the fridge and cupboards full of things you liked.
He did his part at home, too. Washed the dishes. Folded the laundry. Cleaned. Figured it was the least he could do.
His own quiet way of saying thank you.
He made sure to tend to you in the bedroom, too. Eats your cunnie till you're begging him to stop cus "It's t-too much.." and you "Can't take anymore.."
And when he's had his fill of you and he feels like he's paid you back for all the delicious meals you prepare for him, he makes love to you. Full nelson. Doggy. The lotus. Cowgirl. Each time you cream around his cock, he puts you in another one.
"There we go, lovie.. just like that." Whispered when you roll your hips back and forth. "Christ you feel incredible.."
"Bounce on my cock, take what you need.." Panted between grunts while you ride him.
"That's it.. Atta girl.." when your cunt starts fluttering around him. "So fuckin' good for me.."
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holy fuck.
you can barely think anything beyond those two words over and over again. at least throughout your mind. your mouth utters percy’s name in strings of moans and whimpers.
and tears, if you’re being completely honest.
the raw, nearly unreal, sensation of percy’s cock thrusting into your sopping cunt makes you feel like elysium isn’t too far away.
you’d never taken him like this before— not until today. but when he stepped out of the bathroom, it was over for you.
in all his glory, there he stood; towel low around his hips, water droplets falling over his tanned abdomen, black hair tousled, and pink-flushed cheeks.
you truly hadn’t cared whatsoever if he was to protect himself or not. but, how responsible, percy had asked you thrice if you were comfortable with doing this.
and you’re sure he might’ve asked a fourth time (or perhaps a fifth even!) had your hand not gone and wrapped around his length, stroking it teasingly.
that shut him up fairly quickly.
which only leads you to where you lay now. your nails dig crescent-shaped holes into percy’s back, you presume they may even draw blood within seconds.
you feel like you’re falling apart, body arching to meet each delicious thrust. this, you have to admit, feels eternally more pleasurable than anything you’ve ever done before.
accommodating to that statement, percy’s lips drop to your naked chest, taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth. his tongue swirls around it, teeth lightly nipping in the process. the sensation doesn’t help the coil that builds up deep within your belly.
“fuck— sweet girl,” percy moans, releasing your breast, leaving it soaked in his saliva. “gods, you feel perfect.”
his voice is raspy. no doubt, either from waking up not even an hour and a half ago, or from the guttural noises he can’t seem to stifle.
you tug at his hair, pulling his mouth to meet your own. the kiss is nothing unlike his thrusts; gentle yet still utterly desperate. and it only takes a handful of seconds to find your much-needed orgasm.
the lingering reminder that it’s almost as simple as this that could have you round and waddling in a matter of months is enticing. you would happily carry percy’s baby if it meant you’d have experienced such pleasure as this.
it doesn’t take long after your own release that percy follows, the feeling of you tightening around him and drenching his cock sending him spiraling. he happily fills you with his own warm seed.
your moans are swallowed within the kiss, your teeth clamping down on percy’s bottom lip to draw blood. then sucking it off and letting the salty taste fill you as well.
you’re sure now that this will not be the only time you lack proper protection.
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