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How does it feel? A few people have asked you that. You usually don't know what to answer. Sometimes you can't even believe how your boyfriend turned from day to night into a Hollywood sensation, into one of the most desired men in the industry.
However, he did, and now you're one of the most envied women in the world.
You try your best to ignore the ugly bits: to pretend that you know why he chose you above every other human being on the planet, to filter every post you see on social media that might make you feel sick, to prioritise the pretty parts of the life you're choosing (barely choosing, who makes the active decision to fall in love?). Because at the end of the day, you're resting in his arms. He's buying you flowers and chocolates, bringing you to every fancy event that allows him to, and respecting when you want to lay low.
You try your best, but sometimes a bitch you know likes to pretend you're friends and sends you posts that make you question your sanity.
It's trueeee, ur one of God's bravest soldiers. The message comes from a post by an account that likes to think your boyfriend is secretly dating his co-star and that you're in a lavender relationship, pretending to be his beard.
You ignore her, but the itch doesn't go away.
You're trying to forget about the post when he arrives home.
He finds you reading in silence on the couch. He's covered in sweat, you know it's because he went to the gym. His smell comes through your nose, and it wakes up something inside you.
He avoids you when he enters the house, leaving you with your book, knowing that you're probably too focused on the words to get annoyed by him. If he only knew that everything you wanted was for him to climb onto the couch and put his sweaty body up yours, he would've been as happy as a puppy.
However, you don't tell him anything. You just wait with your book in front of you. Fighting the words on the page that don't want to get read, fighting your own brain that can't help but focus on the itching sensation of impotence. Why is everyone talking about you? You don't mind people shipping your boyfriend with his friends, you don't mind him being desired by everyone, shit, you don't even mind when they ship themselves with your boyfriend.
What really annoys you is how everyone started looking at you, condescendingly, as if dating him was a punishment instead of a prize.
You close the book and leave it on the table next to the couch. You give up and let yourself feel as your therapist told you to do. Why was everyone acting so petty?
When you're starting to spiral, he appears. He's wearing comfy clothes, the ones he wears to sleep next to you. He smells like fruity shampoo and delicate soap, but mostly of a body wash he puts on after showering. He needed to take care of his body, since it is his work tool. Now, you wish he were taking care of your body.
«Princess,» he greeted you, hugging you from behind.
«How are you doing?» you asked, trying not to show that you were annoyed.
«I’m tireeddd» he elongated the last words, accentuating the feeling.
«You’ve been doing too much. You should take some days off.» You were worried about him.
«I wish I couuulddd» he sank his nose on your neck.
«Stop complaining like a gigantic baby».
«I’m not your baby anymore?» He changed his tone to pretend he was crying.
You laughed and started playing with his hair.
«Yes, yes you are…»
«What’s happening?» he asked you, suddenly.
«What do you mean?»
He shifted and jumped onto the couch. You shouted jokingly and started giggling when he started aggressively kissing your face.
«You know what I mean! Stop playing dumb.» He was sitting on top of you.
«I literally…» You couldn’t finish your sentence. He planted an intense, full-of-love kiss on your lips.
«Tell. Me. Now.»
«It is reaaally not a big deal,» you were trying very hard not to add more baggage to his back. He answered with a look of come-on-tell-me-now-i-know-you. «Fine! Okay… Um…» How could you explain to him what was bothering you?
«Come on! Spit it out.»
«It’s just that… Remember that girl I told you that used to kinda be my friend while always being passive-aggressive?» He nodded. «Well, she has been DMing me a lot…»
«And why are you answering her?»
«We have mutual friends, and I didn’t want to be rude… But today she sent me a post that was talking about me…»
«How so?»
«It had a picture of you and… Connor and said that I was one of God’s strongest soldiers or whatever…»
«Well, you are…»
«Yeah, but not in the way she was implying it. I’m not your beard, our relationship is not a lavender marriage, and I’m not jealous of Connor».
«There would be no problem if you felt like that…» he clarified, demonstrating that you, as always, could talk to him about everything you needed. Not because he thought you had any reasons to feel that way, but because he wanted to reassure you.
«Why would I be jealous of him? Because he gets to fake-fuck you? Girl, I get to ACTUALLY fuck you whenever I want!»
«Oh, really? You do?» he smirked.
«You’re a disgusting pervert…» You told him, playing innocent, just how you liked it, just how he liked it.
«I’m not the one talking about having sex with me…»
«Let me finish my point, and then you can rail me however you want.»
He left a slow kiss on your lips, leaving you with hunger.
«Then, finish,» he murmured, looking at you like a hunter watching his prey.
«It’s just…» he fixed his expression, changing it from sensual to attentive. It made you feel you were taken seriously. «I don’t like people talking about me in general, as if they knew me, or as if being with you was a punishment instead of…»
«The best prize any human ever could have?» he said, jokingly.
«Yeah, actually, yeah. I don’t want people feeling pity towards me just because I’m dating the most desired man in the world!»
«Well, if it makes you feel better, I don’t think anyone actually feels pity towards you. Most of them probably feel jealous.»
«That’s a bit egotistical coming from you,» you teased him.
«I don’t say it only because of me, you’re also gorgeous and beautiful and have a great ass».
He had this ability. He could always make you feel lighter, composed. He always knew what to say.
«You think so?»
«Yeah, obviously!» he paused for a moment, approaching you even more to hug you. His smell was comforting. «Also,» he continued, «I think this princess needs to remember who she belongs to.»
Your answer was a guttural noise of desire that came from our throat.
He put a hand around your neck and started kissing you gently. You wanted more, so your tongue made it into his mouth. Sucking him like that made you feel thirsty, hungry. Like you were about to eat each other alive.
He let you go, breathless, and stepped out of the couch.
Thinking you were heading to the bedroom, you stood up as he did and started walking away. He suddenly grabbed your wrist. «Where are you going, princess?»
«Aren’t we…?» he didn’t let you finish. He grabbed your neck again. His tongue started exploring your mouth, making you shut up. Your body instantly relaxed.
«You said…» he grabbed you by your wrist, turning you so he had easier access to your ass, the one he was complimenting earlier. «You’d let me rail you wherever I wanted you…»
«I said however,» you corrected him, bratting.
«And I want you here,» he answered, pushing you forward, so your arms were resting on the couch.
«You’re so horny you can’t even wait till we arrive at the bed?» You were putting up a little fight, not looking to win it.
«I’m not the one getting wet by just a few kisses, princess.» his tone was serious and controlling; it landed perfectly in the correct spot. He was right: you were so wet you could feel it getting through your clothes. You missed him so badly, and your body needed him to take care of it.
«I’m not getting wet! You’re getting hard,» you protested again, pushing your back against him, trying to feel him.
Suddenly, he slaps one of your cheeks. Your throat makes a filthy groan. He steps forward and accommodates his strong, trained arm around your neck, arching you closer to him. «Are you going to start behaving, or do you want me to punish you?»
«What are you going to do to me?»
Without answering, he spanked you again. Then two more, then five.
You couldn’t contain your moans anymore.
«You like this, princess?» When you remained silent, he used his arm again to grab you. «Answer me.»
«Yes! Fuck yes,» you moaned, feeling his hand sliding between your thighs.
«Yes, what?» he asked you, taking his hand away from your legs, teasing you. You started complaining and crying. «Answer me, princess».
«Yes, daddy, please.» You’ve given up at this point. You wanted him to fuck you hard on the couch, to leave everything dirty and sweaty. You wanted him to finish on your skin, so you could feel his seed dripping on your body.
«That’s my princess,» he said to your ear, making you shiver. He spanked you again. You knelt over the couch because you started feeling your legs tremble.
He wasn’t feeling compassionate that evening: when you settled on the couch, he hit you repeatedly, harder and harder every time. He pushed forward, biting your neck.
«You are mine,» he murmured against your skin, possessiveness dripping in his voice. Without taking any clothes off, you start feeling him hard and eager, growing between your cheeks. When you notice how hard he is getting, you gasp.
«Please, daddy» you beg, moving your back so it starts sliding between your cheeks.
«Tell me what you want, princess» he whispers in your ear, sending a shiver of heat across your skin.
«Put it in me.» you cry, desperately.
«Oh, you want daddy to fuck you?» he mocks, slapping you harder.
«Yeah… pleeease» you look at him, putting your pretty princess eyes.
He takes your shorts off. He took his top off too.
«You really wanted daddy to fuck you, didn’t you? Going commando so I have easier access». He grabs your cheeks with hunger. They’re red and a bit bruised in the right places. You bite your lip when you feel the delicious pain.
He slides a hand again between your thighs, and you put a hand over your mouth, because you are being so teased you’re about to shout.
He wants to hear you.
«No, princess. Don’t shut your mouth, daddy wants to listen to you». He slides a finger inside your pulsing hole and moves it slowly. You whimper. «Good girl, just like that».
He plays a bit with your hotspot, making you groan in hunger. Your mouth is drooling, you’re getting more and more wet in every slow movement his hand makes. Your mind has only his face in it and is everything you need right now.
He removes his hand from you, and you cry. «Nooo, daddy, please…»
«Do you want my hand or…?» he murmurs, pressing wet kisses on your neck.
«Just fuck me, now,» you protest, kicking the floor on rehearsed anger.
He slaps your face.
«Do you want my cock inside of your wet cunt?» he asks, hungry but gentle.
«Yes, daddy, please». You beg, again, pathetically.
«Then, behave,» he slaps your face, softer this time.
«I will, daddy, please!»
«You’re going to be my good girl?»
«Yes, daddy».
«Good.» he then, in a rapid movement, took his member out and pressed it against your cheeks. «Do you want this inside?»
«Yes, please!» The feeling of him hard on your back made you cry again. You needed him inside you so bad.
«Good girl.» he pressed another kiss on your neck.
He slid easily inside you, since you were so wet. He gasped, enjoying the rawness.
«Oh, God» he said, moving his body forward and backward, slowly fucking you.
He was being patient. After all the teasing, you needed him to rail you, so you started moaning higher so he’d get hungrier.
«You’re such a good girl, taking it so well.»
«Daddy… Faster» you groaned, feeling how your climax was building and burning.
«Yeah? You want me to fuck you faster?» he was so turned on he could barely speak correctly.
«Yes! Please!» you shouted.
«Ask for what you need, princess» he said, mockingly. He loved it when you turned into a pathetic, whimpering mess.
«I need your cock fucking me faster, daddy, please» you said. All he needed to hear.
He went faster and harder. In the room, you could only hear your moans, his groans, and the wet slap between your bodies. He slapped your cheeks twice, between strokes. Your mouth was drooling on the couch. Your mind could only think about him.
You climaxed first, in a cry. Breathless, you let yourself fall onto the couch. He slid out and started touching himself, violently. Groaning and smiling, he felt the orgasm coming.
He came onto your back, leaving his scented mark on your skin.
He looked at you, half naked, with your cheeks dripping the white liquid his body ejected, and smiled complacently.
He sat down next to you, then took you by the arms to put you over his lap. He started slowly massaging your head. You rested your chin on his shoulder and exhaled audibly.
You stayed like that for a moment. Complete silence took over the room. Both of your heartbeats were taking their normal rhythm back. He pressed a few gentle kisses on your temple.
«Was I good?» you asked him, after a while.
«As always, princess» he responded, smiling and kissing you on the lips.
You slid your hands to grab his pecs.
«I missed you, mommy» you said, low, using your hands to play with his chest.
He laughed, «Mommy?»
«Yes. With these big tits, you should be milking me» boing, boing, boing.
«Oh, I can help you with that, but the milk will be coming from a different hole».
«Please…» you moaned, hugging him.
«Please what?» he was ready or another round, you noticed. It was growing again aga
inst your cheeks.
«Please, daddy, milk me…» he pressed another hungry kiss onto your mouth, while you groaned against his lips.