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This is the third date in a row ruined because his ‘duty calls’ and he must answer it. You should’ve known, should’ve really thought about what you could handle in a relationship before agreeing to date the amazing Ironfist. That whenever so much as a bird tries to go near K’un-Lun, he needs to guard the gate. His gift from Shou-Lao the Dying is a blessing, and he can’t remain still.
And you can’t even complain about it, you’re just expected to smile, tell the waiter to go ahead and bring the check because everyone saw your boyfriend leaving the restaurant in a hurry. That you’ll walk back to your apartment and toss the leftovers in the fridge and don’t think to wait for him to return. Sometimes his fights can last days or weeks. Once, it lasted nearly a whole year. Doom or someone created a video game that sent him away from your timeline.
There has to be a support group for partners of heroes. Some club for the idiots who decided that this was the love life they wanted without getting told they should be glad that their partner is doing good in the world.
Later that night, when he slips into bed after showering and eating his cold food, you’re fast asleep. You don’t even flinch when he wraps an arm around you, pulling you onto him. You suppose you’re supposed to be happy that he’s back sooner than you expected, that at the end of the day he’s always back with you.
Of course, he notices the next day that you’re off. You skip your routine of making breakfast together, instead grabbing your water bottle from the fridge and leaving early for work. You still text throughout the day but it’s different, more spaced out, and less of your typing quirks. And Lin’s no idiot, he knows you’re upset. He’s known from the moment you woke up with a groan, nearly throwing your phone across the room as your alarm blared.
And he also knows he’s the reason why.
He knows that your patience is wearing thin with him. That you’re wanting something more stable. Something he wants so desperately to give you.
So, he does what he knows you’d want. He plans a night for the two of you so that when you walk into the apartment the lights are dimmed, the curtains are shut, there’s the smell of good food cooking in the kitchen, candles lit around the place, your favorite movie paused on the TV and he’s holding a bouquet of flowers.
“Lin,” You sigh, holding back a smile. He pokes his head out from the kitchen, smiling.
“Go get dressed, there are clothes in the bathroom. Food should be done by the time you come out,” Nodding, you take your shoes off and head into the bathroom, finding a black shirt and red plaid pants on the counter.
You usually only wear those on special occasions like Christmas or Thanksgiving and they’ve been tucked in the back of the closet for months now. It must’ve taken him hours to find it. Looking at the bathroom door, you can’t help the smile on your face and quickly jump in the shower.
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It had started with a hand on your thigh after the two of you finished a lovely dinner. With his hand slowly squeezing the flesh and then a kiss to your neck. Two, then three. Whispers in your ear and you decided that yeah, the movie could wait. You had found yourself pulling off his pants while he tossed his shirt off before cupping your face as you lay your head on his thick thighs. The bulging print of his cock is just centimeters from your face, begging to be touched after weeks of him only getting off using his hand.
You leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the clothed tip, feeling him twitch underneath your lips. “Bâo bèi,” Kissing it again, his fist clenched at his sides, wanting release but he promised to let you set the pace. “Please— please,” He whimpered before you finally gave in and pulled him free from the navy blue cotton.
Wetting your lips, you look up at him as you wrap your lips around his dick, slowly sliding down the base as your tongue swirls around him. He watches as you work him, cheeks hollowed and your free hand slowly caressing whatever isn’t in your mouth and his balls. He’s almost ashamed to admit that he can’t last longer, it’s barely been a minute and he feels it.
His chest rising and falling rapidly, his fingers gripping the back of your head while his hips buck into your mouth. “Baby,” He whimpers and you hum, making him fold in on himself. Without meaning to, he pushes your head down to the base, your nose pressed against his pubes as he cums down your throat. When he lets go, you pull away gasping for a moment, eyes watery and lips puffy. “Sorry— I’m sorry,” He slurs, wiping the tears that fall.
“It’s fine,” You shake your head, wiping the spit from the corner of your mouth.
“No, I’m talking about not being here for you as often as I should be,”
“Y’know what would make it up?” You ask, grinning. “If you fucked me like that time in Shanghai, when we watched the fireworks,” Even in the low lights you can see his pupils dilating at the idea. He pulls you up by your wrist as you laugh, spinning you so you’re facing the now black TV and sits you on his lap.
“You still think about that?” He whispers, slowly pushing his dick inside of you. Leaning your head back on his shoulder, you can only gasp a breathy yes. “How often do you think about it? Me fucking you against the glass wall, your dick pressed against it. You remember when you came and it got everywhere?”
Whining, you nod, now fully sunken in his dick. “Remember how your legs were sore for two days? How I held you like this?” Slowly, his hands circle under your legs, gripping the back of your knees to spread you open and up on him. “You needed me to carry you to the car— I fucked you there too, didn’t I?”
“Lin,” Gasping, you hold onto his wrists he starts fucking up into you. He continues to whisper dirty memories in your ear, enjoying the way you’re moaning and bouncing his dick. “Fuck— Don’t stop, Lin—“
He inhales, dragging his nose up your neck. “Mmm, don’t worry, baby,” He kisses the spot on your neck that always drives you wild. Your body slumps against his, incoherent sounds bubbling from your lips as he leaves wet marks against your skin. “I’ll give you all of me, tonight’s about you, tiánxīn.”
You can see yourself on the TV, legs in the air, dick slapping against your stomach with each thrust, Lin’s dick being sucked into your hole with ease. He’s staring at you, he probably hasn’t looked away this entire time, a permanent smile etched on his lips. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he presses you closer to his skin, the sweat sticking the both of you together.
Despite that, he was bullying your hole, hitting against your prostate in ways you couldn’t describe. The bliss was too much for you to be able to think clear thoughts, all you could think about was how he felt inside of you. Slipping and sliding in your walls as you tried so desperately to keep him inside. “Wish I could kiss you,” He slurs. “Wanna taste you, too.”
“Ah- ah after,” You barely manage out. He nods and his hair brushed against your skin making you twitch, a moany laugh cutting you off.
“Mhmm, like tonight. And tomorrow, and the night day.” Lin relishes in your moans growing louder, your hands slipping from his wrist. “Baby, you’re gonna cum?” Nodding, he starts kissing your shoulder while your moans reach their peak and spurts of thick cum shoot from your dick. He watches it, wild and just like that time in Shanghai, it gets everywhere.
Your body slumps against his, weak moans rumbling from you as he starts fucking into you faster. His moans turn into pants and grits, his fingers a bruising grip on your skin before he starts to cum. He fucks you through it. “Feel that? Feel my cum in you?”
“Y-yeah,” You watch on the large screen as he leaks out of you, dripping onto the couch and floorboards. Slowly, he drops your legs until you’re fully sitting on his lap and gives them gentle squeezes. He shifts, picking you up and you gasp when his dick finally leaves your hole, squeezing around nothing.
“C’mon, the bath is still warm,”