Nov 2023 - Spicy Side Story

Hey guys, sorry for the delay on the November spicy side story. I've been really busy these past few weeks and I will talk more about it in the Progress Update coming tomorrow. But it's starting to die down now and I'm having more and more free time to work on the main story. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this spicy side story! The pairing is Male Ash x Female MC.

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You are sitting in the living room, lazily lounging on the sofa when the front door unlocks and opens roughly. The sudden loud sound makes you jump slightly and you quickly turn around to see… Ash stomping into the living room area where you’re sitting.

“Ash…? What’s wrong?” you ask worriedly.

The glower on his face immediately softens as he lays his eyes on you. Now, he just looks more tired and stressed out than pissed off. “Sorry for scaring you. I thought you’d be in bed at this hour,” he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck in guilt.

“I missed you and I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d wait for you here,” you tell him. “Come here.” You pat the sofa you’re sitting on. He obliges and plops down right beside you with a weary sigh. You immediately get on his lap and he leans back slightly with a chuckle to accommodate you.

“So, tell me what’s wrong. Are you hurt?” you gasp and quickly scan him for any injuries.

“Not physically, but my morale is,” he groans, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “You know the guy I’ve been tailing and hunting for the past month or so?”

“Yeah, you told me about him and your mission a while back,” you frown.

He nods. “Well, today was supposed to be the day he died. But somehow, he found out, and when I got to his safehouse, he was already gone. Everything’s cleaned out too so now, I have to start the hunt all over again, and this time with a quarry that knows it’s being chased.”

He sounds so tired that it’s breaking your heart. You embrace him, cradling his head to your neck as you run your fingers through his tousled hair soothingly. Almost immediately, the tenseness in his body melts away and he closes his eyes with a pleased sigh.

The two of you stay that way for a couple of minutes or so, just enjoying each other’s company as you try to soothe your boyfriend. Pulling away slightly, you cup his face in your hands lovingly. “Just ask Uncle Luka to hand the assignment to someone else. He’ll understand,” you tell him before leaning down and peppering kisses on his face. “Or I can ask him for you tomorrow.”

He tries to shake his head in your grip, chuckling as he grabs one of your hands and brings it to his lips to kiss it. “No need for now, love,” he whispers. “I’ll try to finish what I started. But I may need his help in finding out the possible traitor that screwed up this whole mission,” he snarls.

“Alright, but promise me you will ask him to reassign the assignment if it ever becomes too much for you,” you say sternly.

“I promise, okay? So, don’t worry too much about it,” he smiles before leaning in to kiss you.

As always, his lips run much hotter than you expected; you don’t think you’ll ever get completely used to it. His hands slip under the hem of your oversized t-shirt--well, not yours exactly and that’s why the size doesn’t quite fit you. With the hem falling down to your mid-thighs and the sleeves reaching the crooks of your elbows, it is a very cozy shirt indeed.

Well, coziness is not the only reason why you make a habit of wearing his clothes. You’re also aware that he loves it and that it always gets him going whenever you do it.

Ash seems to realize this too because when he pulls away to take a breath. “You’re stealing my t-shirt again,” he points out with an amused--and also a hungry--grin on his face.

You pout playfully, “I’m borrowing, not stealing!”

“How can you be so adorable?,” he cooes before leaning in and starts nipping at your throat, undoubtedly leaving marks there for the next couple of days.

The hands underneath your t-shirt moves upward, leaving trails of goosebumps as his fingers glide lightly. You are not really wearing anything underneath the oversized t-shirt other than a pair of underwear. He cups your breasts in his warm and calloused hands before kneading and massaging them while the thumbs play with your sensitive nipples.

In return, you start grinding down onto his lap and you can feel him getting hard. You move to take off the t-shirt to give him better access, but he pulls away and stops you. “Don’t. Keep it on.”

You cock an eyebrow, lips pulled into a grin. “Yessir,” you tease him before getting off him, patting him in the thigh as you do so. “Now, wait for a second here.”

Skipping over to the big and sleek coffee table in the middle of the living room, you open one of the drawers and reach around inside until you finally manage to grab the item you’ve been looking for: lube. Ash watches your every movement, seemingly captivated as you bend down and unbutton his jeans.

You hook your finger on the band of his briefs and grab his straining member; it’s already half-hard. He sucks in a breath sharply through his teeth as you squirt a generous amount of lube and starts stroking.

“Sasha…” he gasps and you look up just as he gazes down at you. You just grin as you hold his gaze, continuing to drag your slick palms up and down and bringing him to full hardness.

Climbing back onto his lap, you slowly lower yourself, relishing in the feeling of him entering you and scraping your sensitive walls. Ash groans as he throws his head back from the sensation. You take the chance to dive forward and pepper kisses on his jaw and throat as you move up and down at a languid pace.

It doesn’t take long for Ash to begin thrusting up in time with your bounce. You gasp in pleasure as you feeI him penetrating you even deeper. It never fails to amaze you how hot his cock is even when he’s literally buried in you; a little perk of being a pyrokinetic, you guess.

His hands move to hold your hips as he starts to make love to you in earnest and you happily let him set the pace—and do most of the work as well.

“Sasha…” you hear him whisper right in your ear, his hot breath tickling your earlobe. “Hold on, just let me—” He doesn’t even bother to finish his sentence and that’s the only warning you get as he immediately embraces you and swings you to the side so you’re now lying comfortably on the sofa with him on top of you, but not before making you yelp in surprise and grip his shoulders tightly.

“Ash!” you scold him in an incredulous tone. “I need more warning than that next time.”

He just grins sheepishly, “Sorry, Sasha.”

Ugh, how can you stay angry at that adorable face? You pout before moving your hands up to the back of his neck and pulling him down for another kiss, which he gladly obliges.

He starts moving inside you again and this time, he can angle his thrusts better. You moan and gasp as he finds that one spot that sends lightning of pleasures running up your spine. Your moans and gasps are devoured in the kiss and they soon devolve into shrieks as Ash pulls away from the kiss and focuses his effort on hitting the same spot over and over again.

It doesn’t take long for you to come undone, writhing underneath Ash as bright pulses of pleasure assaulting every senses in your body. Ash plunges into you even faster--a sign that he’s close as well. And sure enough, after a couple of strokes, he finishes inside of you with a loud groan, hips stilling as he buries himself deep. You instinctively circle your legs around his hips, making sure he doesn’t pull away and relishing in the the feeling of his hot seed filling you.

The two of you take the time to wind down, the only sounds in the room are both of your ragged breaths that you’re trying to calm. Ash gently drops on top of you, careful not to squish you too much. He lays his head on your bosom and you bring your hand up to run your fingers through his hair soothingly.

“Do you feel better now?” you ask him.

He nod.  “Far better,” he sighs. “Thank you, Sasha…”

You hum in response. “You’re still going to talk with Uncle Luka about reassigning the mission, right?” you pout. “If you don’t… I’ll go do it myself.”

“Alright, alright,” he chuckles, raising his head slightly so he can look up at you. “I promise I’ll do it tomorrow.” He then gets up to his elbows before leaning down to press an affectionate smooch on your brow. “Thank you for always worrying about me.”