Alibaba Saluja Lemon - Darkened Amber and Winking Gold - Request

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.x.Hidden.x.Winter.x.

Alibaba was a little… well to be honest, he was a little jealous. He and Aladdin had come to the night club to see fine women and have a good time. Currently, Alibaba was sat by himself watching enviously as Aladdin was entertained by not just one, but TWO beautiful women. Why did he never seem to have any luck with this sort of thing?

Maybe he needed to be bolder, like Aladdin? Maybe if he was more specific in his requests? He looked over at the other women, why couldn’t he ever have any luck?

Sulking slightly, he looked around, anything to keep his eyes off of Aladdin and his two beautiful women.

“It is now time for our special service”

Alibaba didn’t see who had spoken, but their words had an unnerving effect on the previously loud bustling crowd. They hushed, the impact like a heavy silent fog had washed over them. Many, Alibaba could see, had looked away from the women entertaining them and were looking to the stage on one side of the room. 

The room dimmed, and Alibaba’s eyes followed everyone else’s in looking at the single empty spotlight. Music crept from somewhere in the room, slow, enticing music with a pulsing, hypnotic beat. The customers were beginning to get restless, shuffling in anticipation for something, Alibaba didn’t know what.

The music kept playing, capturing the minds of the men watching, sweeping them along with every beat, and only when Alibaba found himself getting restless along with everyone else did she show herself.

She walked into the spotlight, the music paused, one high note lingering in the still air. No one dared to blink, breaths were held, baited for her. She stood with one hip to the side, letting her sheer black skirt be parted by the slit, showing one long toned leg. Alibaba’s eyes trailed up her form, to the golden bells hanging, almost lazily, off her hips. Her top was black, but shimmered in the spotlight, more golden bells winking at him. Her arms were raised, hands folded lightly in front of her mouth and nose, so Alibaba could only see her eyes, a tantalizing dark amber emphasized with a smoky shadow.

She was easily the most gorgeous, alluring, beautiful creature Alibaba had ever seen. His lips were parted, his eyes wide as he stared at her shamelessly, his hands gripping the sides of his chair. The corners of her eyes crinkled, as if she was amused as she looked over the still silent crowd. Eyes sliding over patrons until they landed on his and did not move away.

His heart was pounding, he couldn’t swallow, his mouth was dry, his fingers gripped the cushion of the chair harder as electricity ran through them. What was she doing to him?

One of her eyes closed in a playful, yet lazy wink, and he felt his insides flop. She was winking at him. There was no doubt!

In a slow movement she raised her hands until they were above her head. The rest of her face was now revealed to him, but Alibaba couldn’t break their eye contact, he never wanted to look away. He could tell her hair was a dark brown and framed her face elegantly.

She clapped her hands twice, quick flicks of her wrists that snapped everyone out of their stupors, and then the music was starting again, faster than before, and she was dancing like Alibaba had never seen. It was as if dancing was effortless for her, like the music was her tangible partner twirling her around, dipping her so low that her hair skimmed the stage, shimmying her hips to the beat. Her steps were fast and nimble, balls of her feet barely touching the stage before springing her in the air again, setting her golden bells jingling.

Her eyes continued to meet his, light gold meeting dark amber, and each time a jot of lightning sparked through him.

The music grew faster and faster. Alibaba couldn’t follow her steps, could only focus on the flash of her eyes and the swing of her hips. And then her eyes were on his again, amusement evident as she stood on stage, one arm curved above her head in her final pose. People were roaring, cheering, banging their drinks on tables in demand for an encore. Alibaba stood to see over the crowd, not willing to let his eyes leave her a second earlier than they had to.

He wasn’t ready for the spotlight to go out, for that side of the room to be plunged into darkness. He wasn’t ready to lose sight of her just yet. He scrambled through the crowd, probably the least graceful he had ever been in his life. His heart dropped when he saw the empty stage, she was already gone. A man walked past him, from the direction of the door that led to the private rooms, Alibaba gripped his sleeve before he passed.

“That girl, the dancer- who is she? I’d like to request her.” The words tumbled out of his mouth, and he immediately stood up straighter to give some impression that he wasn’t just a desperate obsessed child.

The man looked at him disdainfully, wrenching back his arm, “she doesn’t take requests. She’s a dancer not a –”

“It’s quite alright.” A musical voice piped up behind Alibaba, and he whirled around, all thoughts of the other man filtering away from his mind. It was her, the dancer, she was even more beautiful up close.

“Did you enjoy my dance?” She asked lightly, although she obviously already knew the answer.

Alibaba swallowed thickly before nodding, “You’re very talented.”

She laughed, stepping closer and running one hand down his arm, over his firm biceps and forearm until her fingers laced with his. “Since you asked for me so politely, I think I can make an exception for you, just this once.” She pulled him away from the bustling crowd and towards the door to the private rooms. This was really happening, she was really here.

He allowed her to lead him, up some stairs and through a corridor, to a bedroom with deep mahogany bedsheets and a circlet of golden bells gently singing with the breeze of the open window.

The bells calmed him, their soft tinkling chipping away at his nervousness.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Haniyah, and you?”

“Alibaba.” He paused, “Is this your room?” surely there wouldn’t be golden bells hanging in every room, this room meant something to her, right? Her delicate shoulders lifted in a noncommittal shrug, “does it matter?”

Alibaba mimicked her shrug, “no.” But he felt like it was, this wasn’t just any private session, this would be something the both of them remembered for a very long time. He knew that he would remember every detail, the way her eyes were locked with his, her eye shadow slightly smudged from her dance (which gave her an even more enticing look in his opinion), the way her hips had moved on stage – “teach me to dance”.

This startled her, obviously not what she had been expecting, but her easy grin soon spread back over her mouth, pulling at her lips.

“You want me to… teach you to dance?”

“Just some of the moves I saw on stage.” He grinned.

She laughed at his absurd request, “you have to loosen up first, remember, dancing is all from the hips.” She slid her hands to his waist, stepping close enough that he could feel her body heat radiating against his skin. It stuck him that he was a good amount taller than she was. She lightly swung her hips from side to side, guiding him to match her. Their lower bodies were almost touching, close, but the gap seemed so far. She loosened her hands, stepping around him, trailing her hands teasingly across his crotch, feeling him harden under her touch. When she stood behind him she brought both hands to his front, palming him through his clothes, rubbing her hips against him, pressing her breasts against his back.

Alibaba felt the sensation shoot through his body, bringing back the memory of her dance, and the last move that had sent a familiar feeling to his steadily growing erection.

“What about the move, on the ground, where your hair touches the ground?”

She squeezed him one last time and finished her circle of him, grinning wickedly, “that’s pretty difficult, I think it’s above your skill level.”

Alibaba stepped closer, erasing any distance between them, breathing in her ear “I’ll watch very closely.” He felt her shudder under his breath, and sensed a building reluctance to step away from him. But she did eventually.

Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees, then, muscles tensing, leaned backwards until her hair brushed the floor, her body arched as if begging for his gaze, or something more.

“This is a tricky one,” he murmured above her, he kneeled, “I think I need more time to get a handle on it, so stay there.”

God she looked perfectly edible like this, and he could barely restrain himself, his hands reaching to graze against the exposed skin of her stomach, the feather light touches skimming higher, brushing the already risen shirt higher to her bra-line. He leaned down, brushing his nose along the same path, taking deep breaths to inhale her jasmine scent. She shuddered again beneath him, “I can’t keep this pose forever-”

He pressed a kiss to her exposed hipbone, “just a little longer.” Her body was positively trembling, from the exertion of keeping the pose, from his teasing touches, from both. He ducked his head, spreading the slit on her skirt wider, his hands brushing up her thigh, pressing warm circles into her skin. She breathed out his name and he paused, his warm breath hitting her scantily-clad core. Goosebumps arose all over her body, a body that just wanted to submit to him, to lay down and have him take her-

“What’s the next dance move?” He asked teasingly, his lips brushing the skim of fabric as he spoke. He saw her eyes widen slightly, knowing what she wanted, but this was to be a night to remember. Starting the fun now would just mean that its end was that much closer.

He placed a kiss to her covered heat, tongue prodding at her folds just once, making the most of the single touch, taking a deep breath of her musky scent. She clearly wasn’t expecting the move, her body collapsing on the ground from its strenuous position, chest breathing a little more deeply than it had before. She watched with incredulous eyes as he stood up and spread his arms.

“Come on, what’s the next move?”

Even if she couldn’t see the erection straining through his pants, she could tell he was enjoying himself, there was a light in his lust stained eyes, a light that danced as he looked at her laying before him, the slit in her skirt parted to show her panties, her shirt high enough to make out the bottom of her bra, her cheeks flushed. Slowly, she pushed herself up to her knees, and then stood, her mind knowing exactly what move to do next.

“This one’s pretty simple,” she said, grinning, “even you should be able to hold it.”

She stood on her tiptoes, one foot slightly in front of the other, “it’s the pose I do right before I begin dancing.” She jut one hip out to the side, then raised her hands to just above one side of her face, palms flat against one another as if she were clapping them.

Alibaba scoffed, copying her, this was no trouble at all. “And how long am I holding this for?”

She grinned, stepping close and pressing her lips against his jaw in light butterfly kisses, “Until I say you can stop.” She moved slowly, knowing that the difficulty of this particular pose was staying in it for a length of time. It was then that you would notice how heavy your arms were, or how weak your calves were. Her hands smoothed up his chest, slowly dragging his shirt above his head and tossing it to the ground. Well, wow. She wasn’t really expecting him to be this toned. Her fingers danced along the lines of muscle, his abs tensing as she drifted along them. She brushed her lips against his collarbone, kissing a steady trail across his chest. Her tongue darted in and out of the rivulets of corded muscle, flicked briefly at a nipple, dragged over his neck, “how are you holding up?”

“Fine”, he answered, but there was a terseness to his words, a strain of staying in the position, of not touching her, and her touching him. She laughed breathlessly, a laugh that went straight to his crotch.

“You’re doing better than I anticipated, guess I’ll have to step up my game.” Her hands, that had been tracing circles on his chest dipped lower, hooking into the waistband of his pants, slowly edging them down until they pooled at his feet. She didn’t look down, but she could already tell he was big, and hard, and ready to take her, but she kept the reigns on her quickly unravelling self-control. Her thumb brushed over the top, smearing the pre-cum over the swollen head.

His hands twitched, she could tell that he was shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “I think I’ve got the hang of this position.” He said, his voice still strained.

“I don’t know…” She mused, her palm sliding down to wrap around his base, squeezing gently. He let out a low groan, his golden eyes darkening. “I think you’re tired. Maybe you don’t have the stamina for dance.” She was teasing him, and she knew that his tether was likely to snap with her gentle jibes, but she still wasn’t prepared for his movement. In seconds, he had his hands at the back of her thighs, lifting her legs to wrap around his naked body as he walked her back to the bed. He tossed her down, watching her body bounce and the golden bells jingle before shrugging off the white robe he wore (the last piece of clothing) and lowering his body to hers.

“I guess I’ll just have to prove myself worthy.” He smoothed his hands over her sides, kissing and biting at her neck. Her head arched backwards, a moan bubbling in her throat. His weight on her was heavenly, his body heating hers more than she thought possible, a heat that only seemed to increase the ache at her thighs…

She subtly rubbed her legs together, anything to give herself some relief, and she sighed at the pitiful excuse for friction before Alibaba’s hand was between her thighs, not touching her where she was desperate for him, just preventing her from helping herself. He pecked her lips at her frustrated groan, a cheeky grin pulling at the corners of his mouth as he saw her wriggling beneath him.

But what he saw was a still very-much-clothed woman, and he’d seen that for long enough. Besides, he’d been naked for a while already. He smoothly pulled her black top over her head, and before she could lay back down his hand snuck to her back and unclasped her bra. Skimming his hands down her shoulders, he freed her arms from the straps, and then, with a determined swallow, tossed it elsewhere.

Her breasts were wonderfully soft in his hands, her body arching to force more contact, contact he was glad to give. He pinched a rosebud nipple between his fingers, thumbing over it as it hardened beneath his touch, rolling it even as he took the other between his lips. She let out a soft cry as he sucked her, a rhythmic pulsing interspersed with flicks of his tongue, or gentle bites of his teeth. No one had made her feel this way, no one before had infused such a powerful need in her, she needed him, and the cry of his name from her lips seemed to alert him to her desperation.

He hooked her legs around his hips, and rolled against her. She was still fully clothed there, but god it felt amazing. He did it again, forcing her hips down even as they tried to rise to meet him.

“Alibaba please~” Her voice cut off as a low moan took its place, coated with enough need and desire that if she wasn’t clothed, Alibaba didn’t think he could have stopped himself from taking her then and there. His hands moved to unclasp her legs from his hips, something she fought against, rolling her hips against his once more.

Alibaba chuckled, leaning up and bracing himself face to face with her. He gently captured her lips, pulling the lower between his teeth and sucking on it gently as she whimpered, such a submissive sound, it shot straight to his pounding erection.

“Let me undress you.” He murmured against her lips, now slightly swollen.

“And then we fuck, right? No more teasing?” Her normally patient personality was running thin, as would anyone’s if they had a gorgeous naked man pressed against them, teasing them to within an inch of their sanity.

Alibaba hesitated, there was so much more he wanted to do to her. He voiced this, “but I want to feel every part of you, I want to run my mouth over you, taste you. He kissed her again, his tongue parting her lips and dancing with her own, as if to force his point. “I want to taste you”, he repeated, looking at her darkened amber eyes, “then I promise that we’ll fuck to our hearts content.”

Her heart thudded at his words, she didn’t think anyone had ever said something so erotic… “Yeah, I guess that sounds …” delicious, incredible, wonderful, “good.” He seemed to know what she meant, kissing her deeply one last time before shuffling down her body, pulling down her skirt and panties in one go. He had to pause and look at her, and the goddess he had somehow captured, the angel he had somehow tempted. Her hair was fanned around her head, her eyes looking at him, almost lazily, with that dark lustful undertone he was sure was mirrored in his own eyes. She’d raised her hands above her head, stretching out her body, elongating it, her breasts pressing higher into the air. One of her legs was drawn back to her, spread with such an obvious come-on that Alibaba couldn’t hold himself any more.

His mouth ducked down, kissing at the skin of her ankle, her calf, the back of her knee, her inner thigh, and then he was at the apex of her thighs, at the heat which was causing her such discomfort. His tongue parted her slit, licking up one side of her folds, and then the other, pausing to lick at the small bundle of nerves, rubbing his tongue over it in small circles. Her reaction was instant, her hips bucked into his face, shamelessly demanding more, one of her hands fisted itself in his hair, as if to ground herself to him.

Her body was pounding, she had no control, it was bucking and twisting of its own accord, she could only moan, and feel the burning coil inside of her tighten more as Alibaba’s tongue delved into her, tasting her essence and her desire for him. He didn’t let up, sucking deeply at her folds, at her clit, eating her like she might disappear at any second

“Ah~ Alibaba~” Her voice cried for him, god, more, just a bit more, “deeper”. He quickly moved his mouth to seal around her clit, sucking at it hard, thrusting his fingers into her as deep as they could go. Spurred on by her moans of obvious approval, he thrust them deeper, harder, faster, stretching her-

And then she was empty, and the delicious orgasm that had been building so quickly was fading out of her grasp, like water through her fingers. She looked down at him, ready to berate him for throwing away her impending orgasm, when the words stuck in her throat. He was lining himself up, ready to thrust into her, and then she realised how much his erection must be paining him, she’d barely paid any attention to it at all.

His eyes locked with hers and she was struck with the same electricity that had found her on stage, the first time she had seen him. She hooked her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her, molding their lips together, tongues battling, both of their moans smothered as he sheathed himself in her. He didn’t move for a moment, revelling in the relief he’d needed for so goddamn long. He didn’t blame her, he’d barely let her get a word in edgewise, so focused on memorising every inch of her body, inside and out.

She could taste herself on his tongue, and it was erotic in a way she had never imagined, sending her mind to thoughts of how he would taste.  The thought of sucking him off consumed her, until Alibaba shifted his hips inside her, slowly dragging himself out until only the engorged head remained. His pace was even, always pulling out as far as he could before delving back into her. He groaned, she was tight around him, tight and hot and pulsing and god she was perfect. He moved to suck at her neck, palming one of the breasts that was shuddering with his every thrust.

She cried his name as he pinched a nipple in time with his thrusts, her mind loose and floating as the rest of her was tight. Every muscle, every nerve, it was all focused on the man above her, the man pounding her into the mattress, “talking to you downstairs was – ah – I’m glad I did”

He groaned, “if you hadn’t I might have – busted through the window – and we would’ve ended up – fucking anyway.” His words were interspersed with pauses for his thrusts, thrusts that were becoming wilder as he circled within her, stretching her to her limits, pressing on that delectable place inside her that made her lose her mind.

Words were lost to the both of them now, their hips meeting with passion and such purpose, both searching for the end that they knew was near, both immersed in each other, harder, deeper.

Alibaba pressed one of her legs higher, and curses tumbled into his moans as she became infinitely tighter around him.

“Haniyah I’m gonna cum-”

“Oh god-me too – don’t stop – Alibaba-” Her words trailed off as her body arched, legs locking around him, mouth parted in such an erotic moan that Alibaba was quick to follow her down into her unseeing bliss.

They stayed that way for a while, joined at their lower bodies, as their lips searched out one another.

“So,” he murmured between kisses, “Am I supposed to leave now?” His tone was joking, but he wasn’t actually sure how these meetings worked, but he would much prefer to stay wrapped up in the arms of this naked and thoroughly-fucked woman.

She rolled him over, feeling the faint stirrings of arousal in her core at seeing him laying there beneath her. “Not a chance, I didn’t get to suck you off yet, I want to taste you too~”.

They fell back into their embrace, knowing that he would have to be gone by morning, but for now, “I guess I can stay a little longer.”           

      

          

Canada one shot - Home at Last

Felt like I should do a short something for Canada Day~

Canada was, in a word, misunderstood. People saw him as shy or clumsy, or didn't see him at all. He was too often confused with his brother America when so much of his influence came from England and France. He was his own person now, his own government, his own traditions, but he was still so young. England and the others would be laughing about the glory days and the messes they got into (especially during the pirate stage), but Canada hadn't been around then, he had nothing to say.

July 1st, 1867, barely any time had passed at all for him, today he turned 148. All of the other countries barely acknowledged his birthday, not that he'd expected them to. 

But one girl noticed, she always noticed. Because she knew the real Canada, the man he became inside his own borders. Without the pressure of the other nations, Canada could truly be himself. Tiffany never understood why no one else noticed him, he was beautiful! What other country had such stark mountains that pierced the bluest skies, who else had such tall forests, older than Canada himself? Who else had great expanses of plains where you could see for miles? And who else, but Canada, would cherish every bit of it?

"Matt? Where are you? It's time to go." She peeked her head around his bedroom door and laughed at the sight of him. Maple leaf boxers, and nothing else. A variety of red shirts were strewn across the chair. He turned towards her in surprise, "Tiffany", her name came out to calm himself at her random appearance, but there was a breathiness to it. For a moment, he forgot his dress-pants-or-jeans- dilemma, and focused on how adorable his girlfriend looked. Red flats, white shorts, a red shirt with the words "happy birthday eh" in big bold writing. But his favourite part of the outfit had to be the little fabric moose antlers attached to her headband. His insides melted like they did whenever she made an unconscious gesture like this, like he was suddenly made of marshmallow and had been held over a campfire for too long. He wasn't sure if she knew the extent he loved her all dressed up in Canada, but it made him love his birthday in a way he'd never imagined. 

"Come on, you're not even dressed!" She chastised him with a smile, and walked over to his closet. 

"Dress pants or jeans?" He asked, holding up the two options. 

"I think I'm definitely more a fan of the boxers" she gave them another glance before picking out what she'd been looking for, "but you are Canada, and it's July. I think shorts are a better idea."

He chuckled, accepting them and put them on while she searched through his shirts. She soon tossed a red collared shirt at him. 

"There, now you're fit to go outside." She walked over to him and snuggled herself in his open arms, glancing to the mirror on the dresser. He was so tall, so much taller than everyone gave him credit for, with broad shoulders and large hands. In a word, she would say he was steady, rooted to his country and his morals like the tallest of his trees. 

Through the mirror, she watched his hand lift to trail his fingers along her cheekbone, only now noticing the small maple leaf, one of those temporary tattoos all the children would be wearing. 

Those fingers fell to her chin and lifted her face to meet his, as his lips descended on hers, a feather light weight, but somehow deep, like she was drowning in him and his country and everything he was, reeling her in and binding her there. Her lips moved more insistently, craning her neck up to meet more of him. 

"We've got to get going,"

Tiffany sighed, "I suppose,"

He chuckled, his fingers interlaced with hers, not wanting to let go just yet. Turning, he squat down, "piggyback?" 

She laughed at her immature boyfriend, but then she was just as excited, hopping on and wrapping her legs around his waist, his large hands cupping her thighs. 

And then Matthew was running, his smile wide and his soul laughing. This is what it meant to be Canada. Being Canadian wasn't about being young or inexperienced or forgotten, it was about freedom and love and family. It wasn't about making a name for yourself, it was about having names for each other. As he joined all of the people on the streets celebrating the day in a sea of red and white, and heard the ecstatic laughter of the woman perched on his back as she found the beavertail cart with a skill honed through many excursions for the dessert, Canada looked around him at the smiles and cheers, and knew this was his home, here was his family.

In the true north, strong and free. 

Sasuke Uchiha Lemon/Baby Daddy - Love Knots - Request Modern!AU

Good morning Internet! This is a request that I've finally completed, suuper sorry for the wait! Hope I made it worth it!

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.x.Hidden.x.Winter.x.

To say Sasuke was exhausted would be an understatement. His fingers were clumsy as he fumbled with his keys, his hair messy where he'd gripped it in the way that screamed 'it's been a stressful day'. He didn't bother flicking on the lights to his shared apartment as he stepped into the entrance hallway, usually it would be because he didn't want to wake up the woman probably asleep by now, today he just didn't have the energy. Hand outstretched on the wall beside him, he maneuvered his way to the bedroom, dropping his briefcase against the wall, his blazer not far behind. He wrestled with his tie, and then settled for leaving it knotted, but hanging loosely around his neck. He kicked off his shoes and left them littering the hallway, and finally when he had thrown his socks in the corner of the room, he twisted his body and fell into the bed, sighing as it conformed to him on all sides. 

All sides? Wait, where was Kiyiya? She was always asleep on his right, waiting for him to curl himself around her. Immediately he was awake, just in time to feel her hand trail delicately over the buttons of his dress shirt. He sighed, half relaxed at her touch and half something else that tugged at his mind after such a day. 

He could just make out her face from the light filtering in the window, but that wasn't enough, not after he hadn't seen her all day. 

She leaned a leg over, straddling his waist, golden eyes peering down at him. "You're home late, busy day?" She fiddled with his untidy collar before trailing back down to flit over his covered chest. Sasuke grunted at the move, 

"The worst. I was ready to come home and then that Baka Uzumaki had to pick an argument with the rival representatives."

Kiyiya hummed, brushing her fingers lightly over his nipples. 

"I was stuck there for hours cleaning up after him, writing apologies, booking reconciliation dinners, writing cheques. Like the company doesn't have enough to deal with already, it doesn't need him dragging our name through the dirt-"

His voice was muffled, his mouth immediately more interested in kissing Kiyiya, who had leaned down and smothered his lips with hers. Her poor husband needed a break from his work, and she fully intended to give him one. She would have even if she hadn't already had plans to do so. Today was special, after all. 

Her upper body lay flat against his, breasts pillowed out, feeling the thick starchy material of his shirt even through the thin nightgown she wore. His tongue prodded out to meet hers, all slow and erotic. She felt the grumble in his chest as she lightly took his lip between her teeth, gently nipping and sucking, knowing that he was growing hard beneath her. His hands raised from her hips to thread themselves in her hair, but they never made it that far. Kiyiya gripped his wrists and pinned them above his head, pulling back from their kiss (albeit a little reluctantly) to smirk down at him. Her next move was completely missed by Sasuke, who only noticed that her lean forward placed her breasts -clad only in that silk nightgown- right before his eyes. The urge to stretch up and take a nipple between his lips and suck her hard surged through him, he'd suck her hard enough that she'd feel it through all the fabric, and then he'd-

*click* 

His plans shattered as he realised why she'd leaned up to reach his wrists, now cuffed together and locked to the headboard. 

"Kiyiya, what are you-"

She cut him off again with another slow, lingering kiss, "happy birthday Sasuke"

To admit, she'd been a little irritated when Sasuke had called to say he had to stay late to fix his coworkers mess. She'd had the whole evening planned, all slow and hot and romantic, all leading up to this. But no matter, she'd just do this first and get to the other stuff after. 

Her attention was captured by the small smirk adorning her husband’s face, and how delicious he looked just lying there, arms locked above his head, waiting for her. He still exuded confidence, even in such a submissive position he was still the Uchiha she married. 

"Well this is new" he murmured, sighing a little as her hand brushed against his cheekbone. She couldn't help herself, not really. Not when he was lying there available to her greedy hands. She traced his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, easing over the curve of his lips. His tongue darted out, wrapping around her finger, Sasuke’s eyes drilling into her own as those lips closed around the tip of her finger, biting playfully. 

Her eyes darkened, so that's how he wanted to play. She reclaimed her hand, letting it drift down and start working at the knot of his tie, undoing it but leaving it hanging around his neck. Next were the buttons of his dress shirt. Kiyiya undid them slowly, popping them open one by one, sliding her hand over the revealed skin. "You're heart’s beating a little fast here, Sasuke." She could feel it thudding against her palm, "maybe you like this more than you're willing to admit?" Her eyes flashed wickedly up to meet his, her ethereal gold clashing with his stormy obsidian. Oh yes he liked this, but she could tell that this rare submissive streak was running low. His hips surged up, grinding against her, taking her by surprise. His head fell back against the pillows in relief, the strain of his lower body somewhat lessened as he pressed himself against her heat. 

Kiyiya sunk herself down to meet him, feeling his hardness through the dress pants that did nothing to hide his situation. And then somehow she was kissing him again, with none of the slow romance of the evening. It was hard and rough and utter perfection, their hips rolling together, staggered breaths, a subtle gasp as Sasuke took her lip between his teeth. She felt his chest growl beneath her, "take that off."

“What’s the magic word~”

            “Take it off. Now.” He ground up against her to enunciate his point, and Kiyiya sighed,

“Well I suppose you deserve a reward after behaving so well.” She sat up, placing all of her weight on his straining erection, seeing his jaw clench and his eyelids flutter. She gripped the bottom of her nightgown – which had ridden up generously to the very top of her thighs – and eased it over her head, tossing it to the ground. She still wore her panties, but that was it. She could see the tensed muscles in his arms as he restrained himself from lunging up to her, not like he could with his hands restrained. Sasuke wasn’t used to restraining himself, he loved touching his wife, holding her against him as he took her.

“You look tense.” Kiyiya murmured against his skin, placing delicate kisses along his chest, flicking her tongue against his abs. His hips bucked involuntarily, her intentions were obvious. She nuzzled her nose affectionately against the bulge in his pants, popping them open and delving her hand inside to cup around his member.

A groan was ripped from Sasuke’s lips, finally, finally she was touching him. Finally giving him some relief. His body sunk back down to the mattress, every nerve somehow sated while still pulled taut. And then it was hot, and wet. He didn’t need to look down to know what she was doing, but he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t resist looking at the way her lips were wrapped around his cock, the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him, how her eyes were alight with mischief as she had him at her mercy. Sasuke pulled at the handcuffs, the headboard shook, but he still wasn’t free. He grunted, feeling his tip hit the back of her throat again and again, he was losing his mind, lost in the delirium of her tongue and her hot little mouth –

            His hands were tight in fists, pulling hard on the cuffs. He didn’t care if they broke, he didn’t care if the fucking bed broke, he just wanted to torment her just as much as she’d done to him. Then, when she was begging for mercy, he’d bury himself in her and fuck her until morning. His end was near, the images of what he was going to do to her, the feel of what she was doing to him now, his bucking hips and the fact that his hand were bound, all of it was spiraling him towards his finish –

            Kiyiya couldn’t deny the pooling at her core when she pulled her lips from his pulsing cock and he let out the most frustrated moan she’d ever heard.

            “What was that for!” His eyes were angry, he’d been so close!

            “Don’t you want to finish inside me?” She asked coyly, leaning down to whisper in his ear, pressing her breasts against his chest “I’m burning for you Sasuke, feel how wet I am, just thinking of you,” Her core was grinding against him, slick with desire. “Don’t you want that?”

            Sasuke swallowed, that did sound amazing, but, “Untie me.”

            She grinned, “Why should I?”

            He smirked back, leaning up and kissing her, “because it’s my Birthday.” How did he make that sound so delicious? And though she knew he had a plan in mind for her, knew that she probably wouldn’t be able to walk by morning if she let him go, even though she knew all of this she was still leaning up and unlocking the cuffs.

            He didn’t lunge at her like she’d thought he would. He brought his hands down and rubbed lightly at his wrists, and then he stood up!

            “Excuse me, where do you think you’re going?”

            Sasuke silenced her with a kiss, his hands cupping her neck and angling her face up, his tongue breaking past her lips and stroking the inside of her mouth. It was dominating, heart-stopping, and over far too quickly as he pulled away with a cheeky grin. “Stay here.”

            Kiyiya felt her heart hammering against her chest in anticipation, a look back told her that he’d taken the cuffs with him. She heard his footsteps returning, and her over-active heart almost stopped at the sight of him. His shirt was still open showing his smooth expanse of muscled chest. His dark tie hung open around his neck, his erection was still so hard, accentuated by the dark dress pants he still wore. But what really got her blood boiling were the two belts clasped in his hands.

            He stepped towards her, nodding that she should scoot back from the edge of the bed. She did, letting him crawl over her, kissing her deeply in that way that had her toes curling and her lower body tingling. His hands skimmed her body, touching her lightly, her stomach, her ribs, tracing lightly up her arms.

            “Up.” He murmured against her lips, and she automatically raised her hands above her head. He smirked at her willingness, but god she wanted this more than anything. The cold spark of metal flashed through her burning body, and then her hands were stuck to the headboard. Sasuke’s fingers fiddled with them, ensuring they weren’t too tight, and then he opened his eyes to look at her. He wasn’t prepared for just how erotic she would look, lying there, arms bound, waiting for him.

            He swallowed, “this was a good idea.”

            She sighed, wriggling her lower body for some friction, anything, “glad you like it.”

            Sasuke looked at the last piece of offending clothing on her body, hooking his fingers in the sides. Kiyiya raised her hips, thankful that he was going to give her relief. Sasuke looked at her panties before tossing them away, he chuckled, “they’re completely ruined.”

            “Would you stop talking and just fuck me already!”

            Sasuke’s eyebrows shot up in mock surprise, then he purred “But my birthday isn’t over yet, and I’ve got to make sure I enjoy every minute of it.”

            His eyes motioned to something beside her, and she turned to look.

            “See, I’ve still got 25 minutes of birthday left.”

            Kiyiya didn’t think she had ever hated that alarm clock more. Not when it woke her up at 5 in the morning, not when it didn’t go off and she was late for work.

            “Sasuke you can’t be serious!” she couldn’t wait 25 minutes!

            He chuckled, his fingers tracing her inner thighs, “as soon as it reaches 12, I promise I’ll fuck you so hard, you can’t breathe.” He kissed her neck, tracing along the pulsing vein, “if you cum before then, well,” he bit down gently on her jugular “we’ll see when we get there. Sound good?”

            “No, that sounds awful.”

            “You’ll enjoy yourself, I promise.” He placed a quick peck on her lips, sitting back on his heels and reaching for one of the belts. He cupped her heel, pushing her leg back until he heel touched the back of her thigh. He looped the belt around her thigh, then around her heel, securing them together. He did the same with the other, until her legs were completely bound. He tore his darkened eyes away from her dripping core, looking at her flushed face.

            “You ok?”

            This was the most compromising position she had ever been in, her legs bound and spread, her hands cuffed above her head, she was powerless, and so ridiculously turned on. She nodded, breathless.

            Sasuke stepped away, pushing the shirt from and tie from his chest, sliding it to the ground. His pants followed after, and his boxers, and then he was as naked as her. He began to move towards her, then on second thought, stepped back to the pile and fished out his tie. He fingered the silky material of it, running it through his fingers as another delicious idea took hold. He kneeled back on the bed, leaning over her as she looked up at him with wide eyes. Her body dissolved into shivers as he traced the tie along her collarbone, “trust me?” There was an impish glint in his eye, and Kiyiya nodded, her voice stuck in her throat, never had she imagined that suggesting this would bring out such a side in Sasuke, she should have done this a long time ago.

            He lightly whispered in her ears, but she couldn’t hear, the blood was rushing through her head and pounding her with anticipation. He tied the tie around her eyes, and automatically she could feel the rest of her body reacting. It was as if she was more attuned to him, more aware of his body heat, his masculine scent. Then she heard what he had whispered, 20 minutes. She shuddered when she felt his lips on her collarbone, though they were only light and teasing.

            “How is it?” She could hear the smirk in his voice, that smirk somehow so boyish and yet so wicked.

            “It’s ah~” His mouth trailed to her breast, stopping to suck hard at her. His other hand reached up and pinched her other nipple, rolling it gently between his fingers, pinching and sending a rush of icy fire through her, before continuing down. “It’s good. Really good.”

            He dipped his tongue in her belly button, and Kiyiya felt another swell at her core, she must be dripping by now, she couldn’t remember ever being this wet, this turned on. Her hips bucked, as his lips lowered, kissing her hip bone lightly, then her inner thigh, and then she could feel his breath at her entrance, hot and moist. Her hands jiggled in the handcuffs, automatically straining to thread her fingers through his hair.

            “Only 15 more minutes.”

            And then his tongue was upon her, licking up one side of her slit and down the other, sucking at her clit, rolling in in circles with his tongue making sure to leave no part untouched. Her moans spurred him on, breathless and escalating. Her cheekbones were dusted with scarlet, from a blush or arousal neither of them were sure, probably both. All Kiyiya knew was that Sasuke needed to keep going. He suckled at her clit again, sending a pulsing rhythm of electricity through her, sparking her nerves and curling her toes. His tongue lowered, delving inside of her like a starving man given food. She felt his large hands wrap around her thighs, pulling her towards him, angling her perfectly so he could delve deeper. Her hands twisted, wishing she had something to grasp between them to steady her scattered mind, all she could feel was her rising orgasm, and Sasuke’s tongue and the fingers that were now pinching at her clit. She arched her back, crying out his name, begging for a release that she knew she didn’t want, not yet, not like this. But it had to be soon right, it couldn’t be much longer?

            “Time?” She managed to gasp out, “what’s my time?”

            “11:55” He muttered against her, his low voice vibrating against her. She bit her lip to control herself, every muscle tensed, every action taken to stop her impending orgasm, every action except the hips that kept pushing closer to him begging for more.  

            “Ah Sasuke! I- I can’t –” Her body bowed breasts pushed to the ceiling and lips parted ready for the orgasm that never came. Never came because Sasuke had stopped, and was staring at the perfectly erotic sight of his wife, raw and bare and wet for him, her body begging for him. He looked at the clock, and watched it turn to 11:56, fuck it. That was close enough.

            He rose, matching his body with hers, a hand reaching up to pull the tie away from her eyes because as hot as that looked, it was nothing compared to her eyes now, not now as they looked at him with such need and longing.

            He lined himself up and was inside her in one deep thrust, seeing her eyes widen and her lips whisper his name with such reverence. His lips smashed to hers, kissing her with teeth and fire and passion. She arched up, kissing back as the only movement she could contribute to. His hands were around her hips, fingers digging tight in a sharp contrast to the warm coil in her stomach, a coil only tightening as his hips thrust against her again and again.

            The suddenly she was empty, and her world was spinning as she was flipped onto her front and then he resumed his hectic pace, leaning over her to connect their bodies as much as possible, pressing his lips haphazardly to her back. This position was more strenuous, the cuffs dug into her wrists, her chest was on the mattress while her butt was in the air, her tied legs still spread apart, but what a position. The slight discomfort of the cuffs just blew everything else out of proportion. The strain on her muscles tightened her, and Sasuke could reach deeper, feeling larger inside her than ever, stretching her to bliss.

            Her incomprehensible moans were muffled by the blankets her face was pressed into. She had no idea what she was saying, just a stream of babble, probably about Sasuke and the way she felt so sinfully good. The coil in her stomach was bursting, and it was like a hole tore its way through her, her voice reached new heights as she cried her lovers name, in a beg, a plead, a thankfulness that that reached him and had his own hips going faster and faster until his hot seed burst out, filling her with warmth.

            They waited a moment, basking in the afterglow with uneven breaths. Finally, Sasuke pulled out and began untying her, and then the cuffs as she sluggishly collapsed to the bed. Sasuke lay down beside her and immediately she was curled upon him, her head resting on her chest.

            “There’s a romantic dinner plated up in the fridge.” She mumbled sleepily.

            He chuckled one last time, absent-mindedly wrapping one arm around her as his eyelids dropped “It’ll be breakfast.”

***

            “We’re trying for another!” Ino squealed the reveal to her friends, “I just think that two is a nice number, maybe three, one just isn’t enough you know?”

            The other girls nodded sympathetically, all agreeing and knowing how hard a time Ino had getting pregnant. Ino looked at her one friend who seemed to have no idea what this problem felt like. Kiyiya still looked exotically beautiful, the tanned skin and white hair and those mystical golden eyes. And it had recently been discovered that Kiyiya was pregnant, again. They were all currently sat at her house. Lunch was long over, but the girls had been captured by the main reason they all voted to have lunch there in the first place.

            “I don’t know how you do it!” Ino gushed, as she played with one of the toddlers “you must be the most fertile woman on the planet!”

            Kiyiya laughed, not being able to disagree. The first time she had been pregnant, she had been terrified at the prospect, triplets! And all boys! But Sasuke (who had probably also been terrified under that mask of calm) had soon settled her down. Although her boys (Kagome, Agito, and Sennosuke) were certainly a handful now that they were growing up and wandering around, it was such an experience to watch them grow. The twins that came next had been less of a shock, and the two girls were beautiful. Mei and Akito, currently subject to the adoration of her friends, who were constantly buying them adorable dresses and tiny shoes. Recently, Kiyiya had known that she was pregnant again, and that no doubt this was another set of multiples. And she had been right, another set of twin girls was on the way.

            “Have you thought of names yet?” Sakura asked, and automatically all eyes were on Kiyiya for the important details.

            “We’ve decided on Sasuki, for one of them. But we haven’t fully fixed on another.”

            Chatter buzzed around her, as Kiyiya placed a hand on the small bump of her stomach, loving the feeling of being pregnant. Instinctively, she raised her eyes and saw golden ones peering at her from behind a corner. She waved, knowing that her wandering son was in no danger. Her good friend Hinata was over quite often to help Kiyiya get some sleep (not an easy task with 5 children and 2 more on the way), and right now Hinata was reading in the boys room, a new habit she seemed fond of. She would be watching over Agito, her most restless son.

            But the boys didn’t like to sleep without one another, and soon enough all three of them were stumbling into the living room to join everyone else. Kiyiya scooped them in her arms and then looked to the side where she heard keys jingle.

            To say Sasuke was exhausted would be an understatement. Somehow, after advancing so far at work, Uzumaki was still around to make trouble for him. But as he walked into his house he saw all of his wife’s friends sat on the floor, fawning over his twins. He saw his wife sat among them, somehow embracing their three squirming triplets. He saw the slight discernible bulge of his wife’s stomach, and his paternal side surged as he thought of the twins still on the way. Kiyiya’s head turned as he dropped his keys on the counter, and her already smiling face lit up even more, her smile spreading to her twinkling eyes. She finally opened her arms and two boys sped away, seeking adoration from Ino and Sakura who always brought them gifts, while Sennosuke sped towards him, hands outstretched in his daily routine.

            Sasuke bent down, lifting the boy to his chest with one arm, and embracing his approaching wife with the other.

            “How was your day?” She asked, always concerned about him first.

            “You first, your life is more hectic than mine these days.” He cast a glance around the happy, lively room.

            “Mmm, I didn’t do much, the usual.”

            The usual, Sasuke thought his wife deserved a medal for everything she did in a day, never mind the fact that she did it every day.

            “I was thinking at work today,” he mentioned, catching his wife’s eye again. It had been during one of Usumaki’s presentations, nothing good would ever come out of one so Sasuke usually spent his time thinking about more important things. “What about Takara?”

            Kiyiya’s hand automatically touched her stomach, as it usually did whenever anyone mentioned one of her newest unborn twins. “Sasuki and Takari, I love it.”

            She tiptoed to kiss her husband, ignoring the horrified look on her son’s face as he saw his parents kissing, ignoring the animated chatter of her friends as they discussed the new baby name.

            Sasuke was never exhausted here. Sure he was tired, and sleepy, and maybe a little frustrated when a bowl of food was tipped over. But never exhausted, he had a wonderful wife, a growing set of wonderful children, and with Sasuki and Takara on the way, there was simply too much to live for to waste a single second.             

                

              

Belphagor lemon - Taming the Beast

Because somehow, I think that Bel would really be into this~

Bel stirred, a faint bubbling in his throat that you knew he would never let you hear if he was awake. You were surprised that he hadn't woken up yet from your ministrations, he was a light sleeper. But then again, you weren't a part of the mafia for nothing, but it was boring doing this by yourself, you grinned, it was about time that he woke up. 

Your hand wrapped firmly around the cock you'd been lavishing your attention on and gave it a solid pump, and then another. Beneath all of that golden hair, his eyes flew open and for a moment he looked bewildered as if he was trying to find the source causing the pounding ache between his legs, and then his gaze narrowed on you. His body lurched as if to lunge at you, and you received a snarl when he realised his restraints. 

"Wench. Take these off."

"Don't be like that darling." You coo'd, a hand reaching forward to stroke his cheek and pulling back before he could snatch a bite at your fingers. His hips bucked, hands and feet pulled, his whole body thrashed underneath where you straddled him as he tried to escape, but again, you weren't a Vongola agent for nothing. 

His hands and feet were secured to the bedposts of his lavish bed, leaving him naked and spread-eagled to your greedy eyes. Slowly, you lowered your lips to place a light kiss at the crescent birthmark near his hips, flicking your eyes back up to see him watching you. It was twisted really, that his murderous expression turned you on so much, but what could you say, dating 'the prince' took a lot of your sanity. 

You shuffled down his legs, timing a pull on his cock to counter his escape attempt. 

"You seem to really like this Bel~" you hummed against the side of his cock, running your tongue to the tip and smearing the pre-cum, then taking him deep into your throat, flaring your nostrils to breathe around him, knowing he loved the sight of you swallowing his cock. Your hands were plastered against his hips but even that couldn't stop the vicious thrust that made you cough and splutter as you released him. Bel had that grin on his face again, having gained some control from his submissive placement. 

Fine, if that's how he wanted it. You'd been planning on giving him a blow first, to ease him in to your plan but fuck it. He was being difficult. 

You stood from the bed and turned away from the sight of your deranged lover. You twisted your top over your head and dropped your shorts to the ground. You wore nothing under them, and you knew Bel watching you from behind. 

It was a talk with Lussuria that had given you the idea, he'd told you about the fight between the bel and the storm guardian for the vongola ring, and it'd got your mind thinking. 

You reached the table where you'd dumped all of Bel's clothes, and gently picked up one of his knives. 

"Shishishi, what are you planning to do with that?" Bel had apparently gotten his sense of humour back, but you knew it wouldn't last long. You walked back and straddled him again, pressing your heat against his straining cock and almost sinking yourself on it for some relief.  You smirked at him, and lightly skimmed the knife along his jaw as you leaned down to kiss him. Despite his strange lack of complaining so far, his lips showed his frustration as they bit and nipped at yours. You felt a familiar sting of your skin breaking, and then he pulled on your lower lip and sucked at it. 

You wrenched yourself away placing the knife flat across his lips to stop him from speaking, and partly to cover the droplets of your blood clinging to his lips that somehow made it so erotic. 

"Stop it Bel." As firmly as you could, "you're ruining my surprise."

"Shishishi, but you're getting wetter by the second." He bucked his hips against yours to prove his point, and then his tongue flicked out against the blade and you almost untied him then and there. 

Grinding your hips down you regained your edge, watching his jaw clench to stop whatever sound wanted to come out. Drawing the knife slowly down to his chest, you looked at his face and made a quick slice against his skin. 

The knives were sharper than you anticipated, of course they were, they were Bel's, so the even though the cut was clean and relatively shallow, the blood bubbled to the surface and spread over his pale skin. Almost tempting fate, you raised the knife to his eye level, watching his eyes zero in on the drops of his blood dripping back to his chest. Almost in a trance, he watched as you lowered the knife once again and sliced against his abdomen. 

You watched as his darkened eyes scrunched closed for a second, and his breathing quickened, he was so hard beneath you, so painfully turned on by the sight of his own blood, and the sight of his eyes when they snapped open sent that delicious shiver of fear down your spine, and you knew you'd awoken something dangerous in the man, something that definitely shouldn't turn you on as much as it was. 

Your hips ground powerfully on to his, and his body flexed and bent as if only then remembering his original problem. And god did you feel powerful, watching him twist and writhe beneath you, high on his bloodlust. You were so intent on watching him that you didn't realise the proximity of his hand to yours as you braced yourself on the headboard. His hand snatched up, wrenching the knife from your fingers and cut himself free. He twisted you over, and you lay on your back for a haphazard breath as he cut his legs free, and then he was atop you, smirking down at you. 

"Shishishi, you didn't think you could actually overpower the prince did you?" His voice was dark, like twisted iron, and you weren't ready when he thrust into you. His body shuddered, as if soaking in relief at your tight heat. And then he was pounding relentlessly, his fingers tight around your wrists, holding them above your head. Your legs coiled around his slim hips, lifting your own to allow him deeper, always deeper. 

"Ahh, Bel-mmph-"

Your moan was muffled as his lips crashed against yours, sucking at your bloody lip while his hips continued with such abandon. He pulled back to admire his handiwork, your lips were swollen and bloody and your eyes looking at him like that, angry that he'd taken your control, yet so needy. A chaotic mix of fury and submission that set his blood burning. 

Your breasts were red, one nipple coated in blood from where he'd pressed his chest, and the sight of his blood on you, he couldn't stop himself from swooping down and lapping it up. His tongue twisted around you, his mouth sucking to bring your own blood to the surface, watching your body arch as you pressed your breasts shamelessly into the air, closer to his mouth begging for more. 

"Wench" he muttered gleefully, biting roughly at your nipple again as he drew a hand back from your wrists, still holding them firmly in his remaining hand. He wiped it along the still-bleeding cut on his chest and smeared it along your other breast, pinching the hard nub at your peak. 

Your moans were lost to him, you knew that. He was to focused on fucking your brains out and painting your skin with his own blood to care about what you was feeling, but your every nerve was alive and sparking with his pounding thrusts, each crash of your hips sent you higher. The slim fingers that pinched at you, the lips that were once again moulded against yours, it all had your body arching and legs tightening as you neared your release. 

"Ah I'm-"

Your moan was smothered by his mouth as he ravaged your lips, his tongue pushing into your mouth and coaxing yours. You knew what he wanted, but god you wanted it too. Your tongue followed his back, until his teeth secured around it, biting it and sucking at the pinpricks of blood. 

He released you as your walls tightened around him, almost feeling his own end as your voice called out his name, feeling your orgasm rip through you again and again as his hips kept thrusting until he sheathed himself inside you one final time and joined you. 

Your breathing was heavy as you gulped down air, looking up at the man above you. You were unsure of the repercussions of your actions, you had just made the prince bleed, people who did that usually ended up dead. 

If Bel noticed your train of thought he said nothing, his eyes trained on your lower abdomen where his other cut had bled fully and smeared all over you. His grin back in place, he swirled his finger through it in patterns before sitting back and admiring his handiwork. 

Your muscles protesting, you raised yourself to look, and chuckled when you saw that he'd written his own name in the smear, like a child claiming his property. 

You sat up, figuring you should probably take a shower, but Bel had other plans. His hand wrapped around your throat and forced you back to the sheets. 

"Shishishi, you don't think that was it do you? You've committed a serious crime."

There it was, you knew his sadistic twisted mind was in there somewhere. As he looked at his name on you, you felt his cock harden. The hand that wasn't on your throat was reaching for the knife he'd tossed aside. Somehow, after your experience on top, your blood burned hotter at the sight of the knife. 

Oh god, you'd become just as deranged as him.