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You couldn't deny that Aventurine was attractive. Although he might be a threat to you and the other Nameless, you couldn't resist his charm. He liked spoiling you, his 'pet'. Veritas thought the both of you were disgusting. He'd found out about your relationship after walking in to the two of you fucking in the hotel bathroom.
Aventurine often invited you to his hotel room, spoiling you there too. He'd give you anything you wanted, absolutely anything. Aventurine had invited you after dinner today. His gaze stayed on your stomach, noticing the slight bulge from the food you had eaten.
Even though you were talking, he wasn't paying attention to what you were saying. His arm wrapped around your waist, palm pressed against your stomach.
"Aventurine? Are you listening to me?" you asked.
"Huh? Yeah, of course," he answered.
But you could clearly tell he wasn't. You were confused, following his gaze. What was he so fixated on.
"What's up?"
Aventurine smiles, rubbing his thumb against the skin of your stomach.
"It almost looks like your pregnant, doesn't it? Wouldn't be so bad if you were," he murmurs.
You don't respond, jaw dropped. The two of you hadn't ever talked about a baby, but you weren't opposed. You thought about it, a mini Aventurine sounded adorable. With his genes, any kid you'd have would look cute.
"Yeah? I didn't take you for someone like this-"
"Someone like what?" Aventurine laughs, "I saw a cute kid today in the hotel and then you show up, belly bulging from food... imagine how good you'd look if you were actually pregnant. You'd be glowing, gorgeous as always. Makes me wanna put a baby in you."
He smirks as he sees you go red, "Oh? You like the idea? Should I actually..."
He pulls you impossibly closer, hands groping at your ass. This is a habit of his, groping you. Aventurine knows you like how handsy he is.
"If we actually do this... I won't let you rest at all. Clear your schedule for tomorrow, hm? Come on, be a good little pet."
Your hands shake as you take out your phone to message the Astral Express group chat. The message you send is a jumble of words that can barely be discerned.
"Tsk, can't even spell write. Maybe you should call them."
You inhale sharply. Calling everyone at this hour? And when he's touching you like this? How would you keep your composure. Knowing Welt and Himeko, they'd pick up on this. And you know that Caelus wouldn't approve of your fraternising with the "enemy".
Aventurine waits as you decide. Eventually you give up and call your friends.
"Ah, hello," Himeko answers sweetly. "We were wondering where you were."
You take a deep breath before requesting a break the next day. Himeko listens, allowing your request.
"But I do wonder why you'd request a break. Are you tired? Or is there another reason?"
"N-No, I'm just taking time for myself. Recuperating after the Luofu, you know?"
"Mhm, sure."
The doubt is clear in her response, but you brush it off. Aventurine raises his eyebrow, squeezing your thigh.
"Um, I should go... see you later, Himeko."
"Of course, goodnight."
Aventurine smiles, kissing your wrist as you set your phone down.
"Good pet. And you know what good pets get? They get treats. Sit on the counter, legs open. Rest them on my shoulder."
You do as he says, letting him kneel between your legs. He hooks a finger around the waistband of your underwear, pulling them off. They stick to you, wet from your arousal.
"Hm? Already so wet from the idea of me knocking you up, sweetheart? How lewd," he comments.
Before you can respond, he's flinging your undergarment in the other direction, licking a stripe up your core. You gasp. His mouth is so wet and it feels amazing on you. Aventurine smiles against your cunt, suckling on your clit. He teasingly nibbles.
He's too good at this, too good at using his tongue. In more ways than one.
He pulls back a bit, licking his lips, "I've barely even done anything and yet you're gushing on the counter. How cute."
Aventurine leans back in, tongue slipping inside of you. He hums and you can feel the vibration. Your moans only serve to encourage him, his tongue working faster. You beg him to stop. Not because you don't like it, but because you don't want to cum just yet. He doesn't listen for once. Your pleading spurring him on in a way.
"Don't be afraid... let go, my love. I want to taste you," he whispers as his face is still buried between your legs.
You barely hear him, legs tightening around his head. He grunts as you practically smother him with your thighs. But he doesn't mind and you can tell by the way his cock is straning his slacks.
"Please, Venturi-" you whine.
You're cut off by your orgasm, hands gripping his hair tightly. He groans, tasting you on his tongue. Aventurine laps every last drop of your cum up, wiping anything he got on his face with his finger before licking that up too.
"You taste sweet, as always," he coos, inserting his finger now.
You whimper from the overstimulation, squirming. Aventurine clicks his tongue, "Don't make me tie you down, darling."
By the way you clench around his fingers, he can tell you lick the idea.
"Dirty little thing, you are."
He stretches you open, but the both of you know that won't be enough.
"I'm sorry, my sweet. But I just can't wait anymore. It'll sting a bit, okay?" he whispers, nibbling on your earlobe. You nod, not minding if it does sting.
A little bit of pain is nothing if it gets you pleasure later.
"Good pet."
You watch as Aventurine slides his slacks off. The front of his boxers is a mess, fabric incredibly wet. You realise he must have cum in his boxers earlier. His cock is reasonably sized, a bit bigger than average but nothing extraordinary. And yet he could no doubt break you with just his cock.
"I don't think the counter would be the best place for this. Especially if we're doing this all night. On the bed, all fours, and ass in the hair."
You comply, stripping yourself completely while you're at it. He absolutely loves this position. Loves being able to push your head down in the pillows, loves being able to grope you from behind, loves leaving marks on the nape of your neck and whispering in your ear.
He positions himself behind you before entering you. You hiss at the feeling of him pushing in, stinging just as he had said earlier. But you relish the feeling. It's not so much painful, just unexpected. He can feel your walls clamp around him as your body struggles to fit him since he didn't stretch you enough.
"Shit! You're so tight, wish I had stretched you out more. But it feels amazing, sweetheart. The way you clench around my dick. You love it so much, don't you?" he teases, "I know you do."
He makes a point by thrusting into you. You groan, grabbing the sheets beneath you so you don't collapse.
"Was that painful?"
"No, keep going..."
He listens to you, setting a steady pace. But not before you adjust to his size. It feels amazing, euphoric, as he slides in and out of you.
"You can go faster," you mumble.
At first, you don't think he hears you as he pulls out. You're proven wrong as he slams back into you. While the pace before had been steady and rather slow, now he's pounding into you, destroying your insides.
"My pet," he croons, sounding out of breath. "This is what you wanted, hm? For me to treat you like my personal toy... What would the others on the Astral Express think? Seeing you with someone they dislike? What are you going to tell them when you wind up pregnant? That it was an accident? Or will you tell the truth?"
You moan, "T-Tell them the truth..."
"Yeah? That you've been whoring yourself out to me?"
He slaps your ass without warning and you can practically hear the grin in his voice.
"You're fucking adorable... imagine our child. I bet they'll have your eyes," he murmurs softly.
It's strange, endearing almost, that this man who's fucking you so roughly is speaking so softly about what your future kids will look like. You almost laugh at the image, but you can't in your current state. Aventurine reaches for your clit, rubbing it in a circle and pinching it between his fingers.
"I can feel that you're close. Cum for me, darling."
And you do, faceplanting into the pillow and collapsing on the mattress. Aventurine follows after you, chest against your back. He pants in your ear. You feel him shoot his load into you, his seed warm. It's something you're not used to since he usually pulls out.
"That was amazing, you're wonderful. You'll make a beautiful mother, my dear," he whispers. "Ah, but don't think we're done."
He chuckles as you grunt into the pillow.