Agree-to-love - Flavor Of The Week

Bakugo x Reader SFW

Boom boy wants an invitation

Word count: 3.1k

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The sky, much like the park below, was bustling. Clouds danced around the sun. The park was beaming with people as they gathered to partake in the festivities. Food stands stood along a pre determined path. Filling the air with the delectable aromas of batter frying. Grills sizzling with fresh meat. People gathered around the grassy steps of an amphitheater. On the concrete stage, the band was setting up instruments. Chords occasionally strummed to test the sound quality.

“Over here, Kirishima!” Mina exclaimed, “I found the perfect spot!” Waving from the top of the amphitheater.

Kirishima grinned as he jogged over to her. Bakugo lazily followed behind, a scowl carved into his brow. They stopped in an area that was away from the larger groups, who had laid claim to other steps. It still held a noticeable view of the stage, but tucked off to the side. Bakugo groaned and dropped down, to sit on the soft grass. It was still cool from the rains the night before. It did it bother him, it had a soothing effect on his hands.

“Hey, Bakugo! You can help too, ya know?!” Mina shouted as she gave him a kick.

He scoffed, “Whatever. Don’t see why you need those.” He said as he closed his eyes and laid back. Intertwining his fingers behind his head to keep it propped up.

Mina growled and huffed as she spread out the blankets with Kirishima. Who laughed awkwardly, not wanting to get in the middle of their argument. He was the one who dragged Bakugo along. Not aware that Mina wanted it to be just the two of them. He was dense to her hints. However, Mina was quick to react and had a plan in mind. One that Kirishima would never had envisioned. It was easier than telling Bakugo to just go back home.

“You know, Bakugo.” She said with a sly smile, “I invited, you know who to join us.” She turned slightly to see Bakugo peek an eye open. She giggled, “Yeah. That’s right. She should be here any minute now. You wouldn’t want to seem like a lazy, good for nothing friend when she’s around, would you?”

“Tch. Whatever…like I care.” He said nonchalantly, closing his eyes again.

Mina frowned and sat down on the blankets. Pouting over Bakugo’s insensitivity. She looked over at Kirishima who just shrugged.

“Oh, you’re no help.” She said with a wave of her hand.

“Well, what do you expect?” Kirishima asked as he sat down next to her, “I mean, did you think he would jump around like a school girl?”

Mina rolled her eyes, “Well, no but…” She turned to Kirishima and whispered, “…they totally have something. I mean you saw it too, right?”

Kirishima chuckled, “Well, yeah. But you know him, he isn’t exactly a Casanova.”

“Yeah. I’m aware, but I think she made an impact and I am here for it.” She said with a smile.

“What are you two dumb-asses whispering about?!” Bakugo exclaimed, hearing bits and pieces of their conversation. Only partly paying attention. He kept his eyes closed and choose to ignore them. It was easier than trying to deal with their idiotic tendencies.

“Whatcha doin’?” You asked in a chipper tone.

Bakugo’s eyes shot open when he heard the familiar voice. He stared up at you and could not control the way his mouth slowly gaped open. Your hair flowed freely, blocking the sun that was once beating down on him. It gave you a heavenly glow. You smiled at him, then sat down on the section between Bakugo and the blankets. The rays now beaming back into his eyes. He turned his head to better follow your movements.

“Hey, girl!” Mina exclaimed, “You don’t have to sit in the grass! Come join us on the blankets.” She said while patting the soft, dry fabric.

You shook your head, “I’m good. The grass feels nice.”

Mina shrugged, “Suit yourself.”

You smiled at her and turned back to catch Bakugo staring at you. He instinctively turned away. Closing his eyes, as though he had no care in the world. You laid back in the grass. Unbothered by the coolness that condensed in the small of your back from the grass. You gazed up at the sky. The clouds passed by lazily above you.

“Are you watching the clouds?” You asked, turning to see if Bakugo was.

Again you caught him staring at you. Once more he looked away. Back up at the clouds that were now blocking the sun’s unforgiving rays. You smiled softly, but kept your gaze on him. His eye flickered back to catch a glimpse of you. His cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink when he discovered he had been caught. Again he looked away. You chuckled and turned back to look towards the sky.

“What are you laughing at?” He asked sharply.

You brought your hand up to point at a passing cloud, “Does that cloud look like a duck or a bunny to you?” You asked, avoiding the real answer to his question.

He scoffed, “I dunno.”

“Aww come on…use your imagination.” You said, “What do you see?”

Bakugo looked up at the cloud. He could make out the wings, but not much else. “It looks like…” He said, trying to decipher what his eyes saw, “I just see wings.”

You smiled, “Yeah.” You turned your head and gazed at him, “I see a duck.”

He turned his head and instead of pulling away from your stare, he kept the hold. Your eyes were now locked and his intense stare gave you chills. It may have been the breeze. However, goosebumps covered your skin the longer he stared. His brow was furrowed, but there was a calmness in his eyes. You smiled warmly at him. Although it was for only a brief moment, you could see the subtle change in his expression. His brow loosened and his mouth opened slightly. It faded just as quickly as it came. His expression returning to its normal scowl soon enough.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Mina. Who was exclaiming about the first band going on stage. You propped yourself up on your elbows. Getting a better view of the stage as the band ran out to greet the crowd. They were fired up. You could feel the excitement of the crowd as it roared to life. As the first song rolled through the speakers, Mina stood up. Grabbing Kirishima from his seat. The two began dancing to the upbeat rhythm and hyped up beats.

“Idiots.” Bakugo scoffed.

You peered back at him. This time you did not catch his glance. Although, it still lingered when you turned back to check out the band. He did not like how often his eyes trailed over you. It was like this the last time you met. Mina had invited you to his birthday party. One he did not wish to have, but Kirishima once again insisted. You were intoxicating to him. So calm, cool and collected all the time. You never flinched when he shot off his blasts. Your eyes were always watching and he could never seem to shake off the feelings that gave him.

Moving his knee up, he placed his hand on it. Using his left forearm to keep himself upright. Still trying to give off the fact that he did not care. However, he could not deny that the music, and the company, were actually good.

You peeked over at Bakugo when he changed his position. It seemed he did not catch you. Which was good. You could not look at him for more than a few seconds. It was unfair for someone to look so good. The black shirt he wore, looked two sizes too small. In that position his muscles were flexed and it looked like he could rip the shirt at its seams.

You tried concentrating on the music. However, you could not release the mental image of Bakugo’s thick arms. Your thoughts began to run wild with wonders of what his shirt might be hiding. It was eating away at you. If you were to keep your sanity and composure, you had to do something. You stood up from your position on the ground. Wiping off the grass.

“Hey Mina!” You shouted over the music, “I’m gonna go get something to drink!”

She gave you a thumbs up and continued dancing. You turned to look down at Bakugo. He glanced up at you.

“Want anything?” You asked.

To him the question had many answers. To your surprise, he stood up. What came next almost sent you to the moon. He interlaced his fingers and swung his arms above his head. Then, stretched and arched his back. The contours of his muscles were mouth watering. Your eyes trailed down to the hem of his shirt. That was now hiked up. Revealing the rim of his underwear and the bottom of his smooth and taut abdomen.

“What you lookin’ at?” Bakugo asked sharply.

You shook your head and adverted his gaze. “Nothing. I was just thinking about…what I should get to drink.” You said, hoping he did not catch you staring so blatantly at him. You turned and headed towards the food stands.

Bakugo was only a couple steps behind. You could not see the smirk that formed on his lips. It was quick to disappear. He was confident that he saw where your gaze had drifted. It was a silent gesture. During the walk to the food stands, he got a sight of his own. His eyes once again trailing over your body. Your choice of a crop top was perfect. The way your back moved and arched was a sight to behold. However, nothing compared to way your hips and thighs moved in your tight jeans. He wondered how you could even get into them. Did you paint them on? Would they be hard to take off? His wild thoughts were interrupted by your voice.

“Let’s try this place.” You said as you abruptly stopped in your tracks.

Since Bakugo’s attention was elsewhere, he did not stop soon enough. Instead, he stepped into you. Throwing you off balance. His hand quickly grabbed your waist, preventing your fall. As he held firm to your waist, a group of people walked by. Tightening the space between both of you. You had no choice but to squeeze into his body as the crowd moved forward. You were unsure where to put your hands, but they somehow ended up on his chest. Unwilling to look up, your eyes stayed on your hands. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like hours.

The crowd was gone, but Bakugo had yet to release you. His rough and calloused hand still firmly gripping your supple skin. However, he knew keeping hold of you was not the right step now. So he released his grip. You pulled away at the speed of a snail. Your eyes found the strength to gaze into his. His brow was relaxed, but his gaze still gave you goosebumps.

Bakugo turned away and walked over to the food stand. You breathed a sigh of relief. Unaware that you had even been holding your breath. You both ordered drinks and proceeded back to the amphitheater. The journey back was just as quiet as the one before. However, the atmosphere was different.

“I love this song.” You said, as a way to break the silence and tension between you.

All Bakugo did was grunt in reply. You took the straw of your drink in your mouth. It was easier than your foot. The sweet concoction was enough to distract you during the walk back.

Once again, you both laid on the grass. Watching the band unveil more stunning pieces of music. You could have sworn on your life, that Bakugo was now closer to you this time. Both of your positions, same as before, were now less than a foot apart. Your heart was starting to speed up the pace. Making you lose your composure was something that Bakugo seemed to excel at. His affect, effortless.

As the band continued, so did your thoughts. You two had only known each other for a short time. However, you wanted to know more about him. His likes and dislikes. His dreams and desires. What he had been through and what he planned for his future. He was a closed book and you desperately wanted to flip through his pages.

You turned to gaze at Bakugo, “Do you like the music so far?” You asked. Another attempt at breaking the tension.

“Yeah.” He said quickly.

You pondered on how stupid a question that was. A closed ended question like that would yield no results. You glanced over at Mina and Kirishima. Who were laying on the blankets together. Singing to the song. Neither of them were any good, but they looked so happy. They held each other close and you could not stop that tinge of jealousy that crept into your heart.

The rest of the afternoon continued on as before. Occasionally, you would ask Bakugo a question. His answers were short and to the point. Even open ended questions yielded short responses. Eventually, you gave up and just listened to the music. You hummed along and periodically sang a line or two. You did not want to appear like some obsessive freak. So as you sang along, you kept your distance. Giving him the space you felt was necessary.

As you occasionally sang the ins and outs of the various songs, Bakugo watched. His focus on your soothing voice. You were no Sinatra, but you carried the notes. You did not waver and your tone stayed true. It was much more entertaining to watch than the band. At least, to Bakugo. The conversations you were having were very one sided. It was not that he did not want to talk. However, it was that he did not know what to say. Although, now a question was burning inside him.

“Do you sing professionally?” He asked.

You stopped your melody and turned to look at him. Your cheeks and ears stained pink. Was he asking you a question? Did he just ask, if you sang professionally? You were not a singer, at least not a good one. Singing casually to songs was something everyone did. Did you really sound that good?

You chuckled, “Oh no. No way. I’m really not that good.” You said, waving your hand. A means to brush off the anxiety you felt.

His red eyes drilled into yours, “I think you sound nice.” He said, turning his gaze to the band, “Better than these guys.”

“Thank you. Really, but I’m no professional. Singing in the shower is the only stage I perform on.” You said with a chuckle.

“Then, where do I buy tickets?” He said with a smirk and a side glance in your direction.

You took in a sharp breath. This man was surely going to be the death of you. You could feel it. The tension that was hanging in the air before, was palpable now. If there was a doubt in your mind before, it was out the door now. You glanced over at him and decided to see how far he would go with this. You flipped the switch.

“My performances are invitation only.” You said with a coy smile.

His eyes widened, a thin lipped smirk quickly shifted into a toothy grin. Baring his impressive canines. Not only could you see the excitement start to boil in his eyes. You could also feel it growing inside yourself. You were playing with fire now. He leaned in closer and you stood your ground. Your own smile unwavering as he inched closer. His eyes were swimming in yours. The moment, however, was short lived.

Kirishima once again was unobservant and could not read the situation. He jumped up from his spot on the blanket and exclaimed, “I’m starving! Bakugo lets go get something to eat!”

Bakugo pushed back from his position and slowly pulled his eyes from yours to glare at Kirishima, “I’m not hungry.” He said in a deep growl.

You sighed. Unsure if it was out of relief or frustration. Could you have stayed collected if the moment continued? What was he going to say next? What was he going to do? The remark he made was bold and it took you by surprise. However, you could tell that your comment was also not something he had anticipated.

Kirishima shrugged and walked off to the food stands with Mina in tow. Bakugo turned his attention back to you. Making contact with his gaze sent a chill up your spine. You inhaled quickly through your nose. He placed his hand in the grass next to yours. His thumb sitting gently on the top of your hand.

“So…how do I get that invitation?” He asked as he slowly rubbed circles into your skin.

You could not help but lick your lips as you contemplated what to say. The simple act caused Bakugo to break his gaze with yours. Only for a second. His other hand found its way to the ends of your hair. He trailed his fingers up the strands, then tucked them behind your ear. The tips of his fingers brushing the skin of your neck. You drew your next breath in, slowly. The exhale, twice as long. His thumb rubbed your cheek while his fingers grazed along your jawline and neck.

You wanted to move, you really did. Only your head wavered as you leaned into his hand. Your eyes fluttering. With your face in his hand, you gazed back up at him. Your stare was too much. The tension snapped.

“Fuck it.” He said sharply.

Before your brain could register what he said, his lips were on yours. You grasped his forearm to prevent yourself from falling back. He hit you with more force than you could have anticipated. However, he was a step ahead. His hand ripped away from the grass to wrap around your waist. Pulling you in closer.

You let a moan slip out as you also removed your hand from the earth. Finding its way up his arm. Pausing at every curve in his flexed muscles. Until it found a place in his hair.

In all reality, the kiss lasted seconds. However, in that moment, time was nothing but a construct. It held no place. You both pulled your lips apart. Your hand trailed along his neck and onto his chest. You placed it there as a means to stop yourself. Your heart was beating faster than the drums of a battleship.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.” He said through a long breath.

You smirked, “That definitely earns an invitation.”

Words to describe facial expressions

Absent: preoccupied

Agonized: as if in pain or tormented

Alluring: attractive, in the sense of arousing desire

Appealing: attractive, in the sense of encouraging goodwill and/or interest

Beatific: blissful

Black: angry or sad, or hostile

Bleak: hopeless

Blinking: surprise, or lack of concern

Blithe: carefree, lighthearted, or heedlessly indifferent

Brooding: anxious and gloomy

Bug eyed: frightened or surprised

Chagrined: humiliated or disappointed

Cheeky: cocky, insolent

Cheerless: sad

Choleric: hot-tempered, irate

Darkly: with depressed or malevolent feelings

Deadpan: expressionless, to conceal emotion or heighten humor

Despondent: depressed or discouraged

Doleful: sad or afflicted

Dour: stern or obstinate

Dreamy: distracted by daydreaming or fantasizing

Ecstatic: delighted or entranced

Faint: cowardly, weak, or barely perceptible

Fixed: concentrated or immobile

Gazing: staring intently

Glancing: staring briefly as if curious but evasive

Glazed: expressionless due to fatigue or confusion

Grim: fatalistic or pessimistic

Grave: serious, expressing emotion due to loss or sadness

Haunted: frightened, worried, or guilty

Hopeless: depressed by a lack of encouragement or optimism

Hostile: aggressively angry, intimidating, or resistant

Hunted: tense as if worried about pursuit

Jeering: insulting or mocking

Languid: lazy or weak

Leering: sexually suggestive

Mild: easygoing

Mischievous: annoyingly or maliciously playful

Pained: affected with discomfort or pain

Peering: with curiosity or suspicion

Peeved: annoyed

Pleading: seeking apology or assistance

Quizzical: questioning or confused

Radiant: bright, happy

Sanguine: bloodthirsty, confident

Sardonic: mocking

Sour: unpleasant

Sullen: resentful

Vacant: blank or stupid looking

Wan: pale, sickly

Wary: cautious or cunning

Wide eyed: frightened or surprised

Withering: devastating

Wrathful: indignant or vengeful

Wry: twisted or crooked to express cleverness or a dark or ironic feeling

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1 year ago

Yes Hebaron 👏

I want that man so bad!

The Vulgar Deal

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, nipple play, fingering, creampie, use of the term “good girl”

18+ - Minors Do Not Interact

This is pretty vanilla. If I’m being honest. I wrote this because Hebaron Nitra is not represented enough in fan fictions.

Word Count: 3k

Pairings: Hebaron Nitra x Fem!Reader

Summary: As the Governess of Maxi & Riftan’s child, it is your duty to assure the young boy is well educated. However, Hebaron has taught the young master some shrewd words. After reprimanding him, you and Hebaron strike up a deal.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

Much like a force of nature, you marched down the main hall of the castle. Your brisk stride and furrowed brow announcing your frustration to everyone in full view. Down the long expanse of the hall, you saw him. Standing amongst a small group of fellow knights was Hebaron Nitra.

Without breaking your stride, you pointed at the crowd ahead and bellowed, “Sir Nitra, I must have a word with you. At. Once.” Putting an extra emphasis on the last two words.

His back was to you, his broad shoulders towering over the other men that surrounded him, and he turned slightly to peer at you. Then, he smiled and called out your first name as though you two had been long time friends. In reality, you had spoken to the man sparingly during the three months of your employment as the Governess at Castle Calypse. All of which were to reprimand him in some way.

He waved the men at his side off and turned his attention entirely to you. That impish smile still plastered on his face.

Your heeled, polished leather boots stopped mere inches away from his dirty and worn boots. Based on the slight sheen to his brow, he had most likely just finished sparing with some of the other knights. His cheeks flushed with a slight shade of pink.

With hands on your hips, a slight upward tilt of your chin, and puffing out of your chest, you stated, “I have a bone to pick with you, Sir Nitra.”

With his smile still present, he raised both his brows and said, “Oh, is that so? Please do enlighten me.” Then, with a much too obvious show of swagger, looped his thumbs into his belt.

Once again, your index finger came up. Pointed towards his face. Your eyes narrowed as the malice dripped from your every word, “You have been teaching the young master nasty and vulgar words. How dare you speak so…flippantly around him. He is a young and impressionable boy.” You crossed your arms over your chest and glared daggers into Hebaron’s own, somehow joyful, gaze.

He stroked his beard with a thumb and index finger. Then, for a brief moment, gazed up at the ceiling, as though he were trying to recall a memory or event. He snapped his fingers in realization. “Haha, yes! I recall it now. It was just the other day. Her Grace had brought the young lad out for a walk about the grounds. I was training some of the new recruits at the time.” He grimaced at the thought and continued, “Damn idiots were useless. I do remember saying a few…colorful words at them.”

You gaped. The man acted as though this explanation was more than reasonable enough to justify his crass behavior in front of the Duchess and young master. Your hands tightened into fists at your sides. You lowered your head briefly, took a deep breath, and shot your gaze back up like a slingshot launching a rock at a giant. “How dare you speak in such a way in front of Her Grace and the young master!” Your voice much louder than you had intended it to be, “That is in no way the proper manner in which to speak in front of them.”

Your jaw was set tight as you gazed up at the man.

Yet his face still had that devilish expression on it. As if, there were some sort of inside joke you weren’t aware of.

Hebaron shrugged.

Your cheeks, which were already flushed, felt enflamed at the rage bubbling within. Your eyes widened and you drew in another sharp breath, but before you could speak Hebaron beat you to it.

“Look, it’s not a big deal.” He put his hands up, in a gesture familiar to a gamekeeper trying to keep back a wild animal. He continued, “Her Grace has heard far worse than that on expeditions and the lad will hear more than just me using…vulgar words.”

Your mouth dropped at this. Her grace was such a sweet and refined woman that you could not fathom her being on an expedition surrounded by burly and crass men saying lewd things to her. Your mouth snapped shut and your lips pursed. Once again, you let out a sharp breath. Your arms crossed tightly over your chest as you found yourself at a loss for words.

So, you settled to staring intensely, your eyes filled with a simmering hatred.

Hebaron smiled broadly, “It’s understandable that you’re unaware of how things are around here. You’re still new, but I can assure you that the lad will continue to hear words like-”

“Stop!” You said curtly, throwing a hand up in an attempt to thwart him from continuing that statement. With an exhausted sigh, you stated, “I understand. However, I ask that you refrain from speaking that way in front of the young master.” You paused and steadied yourself for your next words, “Please.”

A lascivious smirk crept into his expression, “Has anyone ever told you that you look beautiful when you’re angry?”

You sucked in a sharp breath. Your eyes widened. You were unsure what to do with your hands anymore. Or what to say in response.

Hebaron leaned down so that his lips brushed ever so slightly against your ear. His hot breath washing over you as he whispered, “I would love to see what sort of expression you would make with my dick filling you up.”

Another sharp inhale escaped your lips as you placed a hand on Hebaron's chest. It felt dense under his tunic, his muscles flexing beneath your touch. In a breathy whisper, “This is…hardly appropriate, Sir Nitra.”

Hebaron pulled away enough to meet your gaze. His green eyes bore into yours. You felt your knees threaten to give way.

“Perhaps, I pay a visit to your bedchambers this evening and see for myself what sort of…expressions that face can make.” Hebaron said.

Your brow furrowed into a tight knit. Then, you spun around on your heels and marched away back down the main hall.

Despite not being able to see him, you could hear the smile in his voice as he said, “That wasn’t a nooo.”

That evening, you sat in front of your vanity. Brush in hand. Yet you hadn’t bothered to tame your hair because your mind was still reeling over the things Hebaron had said. You couldn’t focus on anything for the rest of the day. Now you were in your chemise, the one made of silk and lace, thinking about a man who was many years your senior.

You bite your lip.

He was still a handsome man. Despite his age, brutish nature, and vulgar tongue.

Good god, his tongue.

You imagined his dragging across your breasts. Your stomach. Your…

A firm knock at the door startled you from your lewd daydream. Your gaze shot to the door. Your heartbeat quickened as you stood up on shaky legs, tossing the brush aside. With careful strides you managed to push yourself towards the door.

You grabbed the handle. Your breath hitched in your throat. Deep breath in and out.

Then, you cracked the door open a few inches.

“Good evening.” Said the deep baritone of Hebaron’s voice.

In his hands you could see a bottle of wine and two glasses. He waved them at you.

You opened the door fully and stepped back to allow him in. He strolled over to the table and chairs that you normally used to eat at. Then, he sat down the bottle and glasses and turned to face you. His mouth dropped and he let out a strangled moan.

“Sit.” You said firmly.

Without hesitation, and without taking his eyes off you, he sat in one of the chairs.

You closed the door and locked it. The firm click sent a chill through you.

Turning to face Hebaron you were amused by his obvious staring. His mouth slightly open. He watched, rapt and in awe, as your hands went to the delicate buttons of your nightgown. One by one you began to undo them. As you worked your way down, the two sides fell apart, revealing a slice of flesh. Dipping from your neck to the valley between your breasts, to your navel. As you let the garment drop to the floor you heard Hebaron let out a shaky breath.

“I have a confession to make.” You said softly.

“Lord, let it be a long one.”

“I don’t hate you. I don’t even dislike you. I do, however, detest your crass manner of speaking. It’s rude and undignified. The young master should be raised in a distinguished way so that he may become the best man he can. For Anatol’s sake. Do you agree?”

Hebaron nodded vigorously, “Of course.”

“So…I will allow you into my bed tonight. Under the circumstances that you no longer speak using such filthy words. Especially, in front of the young master.” You stepped free of your pooled chemise and slowly made your way over to Hebaron, “You will also make sure that no one else speaks that way in front of him.”

You stopped a few feet away, just outside his reach.

“Do we have an understanding?” You asked curtly.

Hebaron drew in a deep breath as his eyes searched your body, then his gaze met yours. He nodded, “We do, but I have one more condition to add.”

“Go on.”

“I will stop my…crass manner of speaking and refrain from cursing and using…vulgar words, but I am free to say all of them and more tonight. And every time you and I…are together, like this.”

You pursed your lips, “Who said this would be more than just one night?”

He smiled devilishly, his gaze devouring you, “By the end of this, you’ll be begging for my dick every night.”

“I doubt that, but we have deal.”

Despite your belief that he was out of reach, Hebaron leaned forward and pulled you towards him. You nearly fell into his arms. He steadied you by placing a strong hand on your waist. His thumb gently stroking your skin.

Heat sparked and crackled between you both.

He nuzzled his forehead against your collarbone and slowly began lining your skin with soft kisses. Working his way up your neck. Peppering more kisses along your jawline. Until his lips found yours. His kiss was soft at first, then grew rougher as his hands roamed your body.

The wet heat that was building between your legs, was threatening to destroy you. Your hands went to his shirt, and you started to unbutton it. He pulled away long enough to rip the shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. Then, his lips crashed onto yours again. One hand found your breast and with his calloused fingers, he began twisting and toying with your nipple. His other hand grasped your ass.

A moan escaped your lips.

You could feel the smile on his lips as he continued to kiss you. But then, he pulled his lips away. His gaze firmly locked on yours as he stared at your lewd expression. His eyes were heavy with lust as he said, “Oh, that’s such a naughty look you have.”

Your breathing was heavy, but you furrowed your brow and frowned. Before a single word could be said, Hebaron moved his hand from your rear, brought it forward and slid it behind your legs. Your mouth gaped as one of his large fingers teased your slick entrance.

“Good. Your pussy’s nice and wet already.”

You wanted to say something but instead you braced your hands on his shoulders as he slowly dug a finger into your soaking wet core. A mix between a squeak and moan escaped your mouth. Your eyes felt heavier which each stroke of his finger.

“That’s a good girl.” Hebaron’s own voice sounded strained as he kept an even pace, “You’re making that lewd expression again. I wanna see what it looks like when I make you come all over my hand.”

He brought his mouth to one breast and his tongue worked circles around your already hard nipple. His teeth grazed and nibbled at it while his other hand worked your other harden peak. All the while, the finger that was deep inside you moved in a faster rhythm.

Your knees began to waver, threatening to buckle under the immense wave of warmth spreading out from your core. Hebaron removed his hand from your breast and wrapped it around your waist. In order to chase the high, you began to move your hips into his palm.

More moans escaped your lips, growing louder as your breath became heavier.

Hebaron pulled himself away from your breast and watched as you reached your peaked. Your nails dug into his flesh and your muscles tightened around his finger. Your eyes never broke away from his dark and lusting gaze.

He pulled his finger from you and the sheen of your orgasm dripped down his hand. He smiled, took the finger into his mouth and sucked every bit off.

You were too caught up in your high to even care about how crude it was.

Once he cleaned his finger, he stared at you with what could only be described as carnal desire. With a swiftness he gathered you up in his arms and carried you over to the bed.

At this moment, you felt so small his arms. He lowered you to the bed and stood before you like a godly statue. From this vantage point you were able to see every muscle as it flexed and moved. His skin was smooth and glistening. He kicked off his boots and unbuttoned his pants, allowing them to pool on the floor. Revealing his cock.

Lightening coursed through your body as you took in his. You sat up on the edge of the bed and reached out for him. Your fingers curled around his rigid shaft. He was thick and hard, the circle formed by your thumb and middle finger didn’t quite meet. You dragged your hand from the root of his cock, sliding his supple skin over the iron column beneath. He thrusted into your hand.

Your mind grew fuzzy.

He jerked free of your grip and in a swift motion had himself positioned between your legs. You stared up at him, wanting. Needing. His hand glided up your throat and his thumb rested on your lips. Stroking them as he said, “You’re making such a filthy face right now.”

His thumb parted your lips, and you lightly sucked it. Nibbling it.

“Tell me what you want.” Hebaron asked breathlessly.

“I want you.”

He smiled as he pressed the length of his cock to your dripping pussy, rubbing it against your clit, inciting a moan from you.

“Tell me. What. You. Want.”

You bucked your hips, begging for him to push himself inside you.

Hebaron grabbed your hips and forced you to stop. You whimpered in protest.

“Tell me. I won't ask again.”

“I want your cock.” You said in a breathy whisper.

Hebaron bite his lip and started moving against you once more. His movements slow. You ached for him. Trying to move your hips, but his hands kept a firm grip. His shaft rubbed perfectly against your clit. You become wetter with each stroke. Soaking him.

“Please…” Your breath hitched as you cried out, “Please fuck me, Hebaron.”

He stopped.

You could feel him tense and twitch between your legs.

With a groan he growled out, “I thought you’d never ask.”

He lifted you by your hips and slid into you, filling you with one blissful inch after another. You gripped his forearms. Gasping for air. Once he was completely buried to the hilt, he began to move in a slow, steady rhythm.

“Do you feel that?” His thrusts gained pace. “That’s what you do to me. How hard you make me. I’ve been wanting this. Every time you glared at me, chastised me, given me that glare, I have wanted to bend you over and teach you a lesson.”

He pulled your hips higher, forcing your back into an arch.

“Sometimes,” He panted, “even in the middle of the day, I have to lock myself away and stroke my own cock, spilling myself into a rag like a schoolboy. It’s still not enough. It’s never enough.”

There was a furious edge to his words and a brutish quality to his rhythm. As if he wanted you to be sorry for driving him mad with lust. No such thing would happen. His growled confessions were the best thing you’d ever heard.

All the while, he continued his forceful thrusts. It was animalistic and uncivilized, and you were wild with arousal. Your body quivered and tensed as the most devastating orgasm of your life washed over you like a tidal wave. You couldn’t hide your expression as you came in racking, tearful sobs.

He did not stop.

He bent down over you, pressing his forehead against yours. A thrill shot through you as he called out your name. A ragged groan signaled his climax. His seed spilling into you like a warm rain. His cock throbbing softly even in the stillness and quiet and labored breath.

After several moments, he kissed the top of your head. His arm wrapped around your waist, drawing you close. “I hope your not too scandalized.”

You smiled, “I’m scandalized the perfect amount, but I think my thighs are now jelly.”

He chuckled into your neck and collapsed by your side in a tangle of sweaty limbs.

“Well, that was a delicious first course.” Hebaron whispered into your shoulder before kissing it.

“First course? Out of how many?” You asked in a shrill squeak.

“Depends on how hungry I am.” He sat up on one elbow and gazed down at you, “And right now, I’m still starving.”