@SimplyMQ said:

#theirthings one shot of Kat and Raphael on their wedding night!!!!!

Rating: Mature (M A T U R E)

Read at your own risk and don't bitch about it later on about how I didn't warn you.

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Katerina Kolosov-Doukas' POV

"My feet hurt," I complained through gritted teeth as I hobbled most unseemly into the lovely villa that my husband's family owned in Spain.

Behind me, Raphael sighed, used to hearing me complain about this issue for what seems like the umpteenth time. "I told you to think twice about wearing those heels of yours," he repeated as he carried the two duffel bags into the house before placing them onto one of the many tables in the hallway.

"Hello, are you seriously complaining when I'm the one in pain?" I retorted and bent down to remove my heels. "Plus, I'm only getting married once, and I can't not wear heels on my wedding day."

Even though my back was facing his, I knew that Raphael was rolling his eyes at me.

"We changed out before coming here, you could have worn something more sensible," he pointed out and I pursed my lips, not wanting to admit he was right. We did change out of our outfits and wore something more causal, but I couldn't resist the gorgeous heels.It was a pride issue, okay?

"Whatever," I snapped in response before slumping onto the couch in exhaustion. "Why did no one tell me weddings were exhausting? I smiled so much that my cheeks hurt and it almost killed me on how nice I had to be," I groaned and Raphael snorted as I threw the stupid heels onto the ground once I removed them.

"Give me your feet," he ordered as he settled beside me on the sofa.

"What? Why?" I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously but did so anyway, laying my feet over his lap.

Raphael didn't respond but promptly began massaging my tortured feet and I groaned in delight and shut my eyes as he gave my poor feet some relief.

"Officially, the best husband ever," I announced and Raphael arched an eyebrow at me.

"I don't see how I can be the best, seeing that I'm the only husband you would ever have," Raphael replied, his expression light but his tone a tad bit possessive.

I smirked in response, not wanting to reply but shut my eyes as his hands rubbed away the knots that were gathered in the muscles of my feet and calves.

"You know what?" I asked and Raphael raised his head to look at me. "Yes?"

"Pancakes," I announced and my husband arched a brow at me, bemused. "Pancakes?"

"Yes, pancakes. With honey and strawberries. Please?" I shot wide innocent looking eyes at him and Raphael sighed before getting to his feet obligingly and ambled off in the direction to where the kitchen was.

Once I was sure that he was out of sight, I quickly got to my feet, grabbed my duffel bag, and ran up the stairs to where the nearest bathroom was.

I wasn't really craving pancakes, it was all just a ploy for Raphael to be distracted before I could surprise him. I entered the bedroom and stopped at the sight of a thick photo album in the middle of the bed. On it was a little card that had my name in Raphael's distinctive scrawl.

Slowly, I reached for the photo album and opened it to see that it was filled with photos of Raphael and I. The first page was of us when we were babies before slowly progressing to when we were toddlers and so on.

The photos became more recent as I flipped through the pages like when we had been in high school, college and I stopped at one of the wedding photos that were taken earlier. I hadn't known that our wedding photos had been developed, hence the surprise at seeing one in the photo album.

Turning to the next page, I frowned when I was met with a blank one with a little note stuck inside that said: To many more journeys and memories

I choked back a little sob at how romantic and sweet this whole thing was and I looked up to see Raphael watching me from the doorway. "Do you like it?" he asked, a smile on his face and I jerked my head and nodded, "Y-yes."

"When did you make this? And how did you get all those photos of me?" I questioned while swiping at the tears that managed to escape my tear ducts.

"Your mother generously loaned me her beloved photo albums so I could get a copy of some of them," Raphael offered gently as he neared me and rubbed away the remnants of my tears with his thumbs.

"O-oh," I hiccupped, stunned from the beautiful romantic gesture.

"So, I take it that you loved it?"

I didn't bother responding but simply tugged him closer and slanted my lips over his as my fingers ran through his hair. His hands that were cupping my face, slid down to my waist before sliding down further to palm my arse and I could feel myself arch my back so that I could be pressed even closer against him.

"Wait," Raphael pulled slightly away from me, but I noted with feminine pride that his hands were still on my arse. "Your pancakes."

I swear that I rolled my eyes so hard that I could see the insides of my skull. "You're seriously talking about fucking pancakes when you can be fucking me?"

Raphael narrowed his steely blue eyes at me. "When you put it that way," he growled, voice revealing the hunger and lust for me as his fingers dug into the globes of my arse and arousal pooled in my lower regions.

I could definitely feel myself getting wet.

"Yes, when I put it that way," I purred seductively and began trailing kisses down the side of his neck before biting down harshly on the thundering pulse where his neck met his shoulder.

"I'm on birth control," I reminded impatiently when he paused hesitantly.

I knew he was rolling his eyes at my tone but I didn't bother bringing it up. Rolling his hips, I

could feel his erection jut onto my abdomen and I smirked against his skin.

My hands began sliding under his shirt, feeling - and enjoying - every ridge and bump of his abdominal muscles while his hands began bunching my shirt up, exposing my midriff.

"Off," he ordered roughly, his hands tugging the hem of my shirt and I leaned back, enjoying the look of utter lust in his eyes before I cocked my head to the side and gave in to his demands.

Removing my hands from his body, I swiftly pulled my shirt over and dropped it to the ground, leaving my upper torso which was clad in something white and lacy for his eyes to devour.

To my utmost satisfaction, his eyes widened. "Like what you see?" I taunted and tossed my curls behind my shoulder.

"Very much, darling, but I would prefer all your clothes to be on the ground." His eyes glittered and I smirked slyly, "Why should I do as you say? And what would I get in return?" I teased as my hands drifted to the buttons on my jeans.

"Multiple orgasms. First with my fingers deep inside you, the second with my tongue sucking every drop of you and the third with you riding me. How does that sound?" He answered huskily with an aroused laugh.

My body throbbed eagerly in anticipation and I could feel myself getting slicker with arousal as his words painted the images in my mind. "Yes please, but first, your shirt off as well," I demanded as I began unbuttoning my jeans and kicked it to the ground.

A smile was all I received before the next thing I knew, I was tossed onto the bed with just my lingerie on as my husband got on top of me. Not one to be outdone, I lifted myself upwards, resting my weight on my palms as I stared at him with lazy eyes that were filled with expectancy.

"This is pretty," he commented, his fingers lingering on the lacy edge of my bra and before I could protest, it was ripped off my body, baring my torso for his eyes to peruse.

Any protest that I had died when his eyes met mine, a wolfish smirk crossed his lips and I could feel my breath hitch as his hands edged closer to my hips. His hands slipped between my legs, nudging them apart, no doubt he would see the type of effect he had on me.

A satisfied smug grin formed on to his face as his fingers grazed my slit. "You're extremely wet for me Katerina, were you waiting for me the entire day?"

I glared at him, my body thrumming with energy and want and need and I wished he would just shut up and give me one of those bloody orgasms he promised instead of being such a fucking tease.

"Put your money where your bloody mouth is, Raphael Doukas," I snapped, "if you can't deliver, then you should have not even-"

The sudden sting against my skin due to the scrap of lace called my underwear snapping interrupted me as his hands began delving between my slick folds and my whole body shuddered from that mere sensation alone.

Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod

His calloused digits ghosted at my entrance and my toes curled as one of his fingers almost delved easily into my depths but didn't. "What was that again, Katerina?"

I could hear the smirk he had on his face due to his tone and I was definitely going to be guilty of killing my husband if he didn't give me that orgasm I so desperately craved.

"Raphael, please. Don't be a fucking tease," I groaned desperately, my hips flexing, hoping that the action would cause his fingers to slip inside me but he knew what I was trying to do as he edged his hand further away from me.

"Please, please, please," I panted, eyes pleading, my fingers curling into the sheets as my breasts heaved.

Thankfully, Raphael did deliver as his fingers entered me and at the same time, his mouth was pressed insistently on mine. Arching my back and grasping at his shoulders, I began rocking my body as I was brought closer to the edge of pure relief mingled with pleasure.

The multiple sensations of his fingers thrusting furiously into me, every move and slide left me reeling and coupled with the fact that his mouth was hot and possessive and each glide of his tongue on mine with the occasional nips on my bottom lip made me so close to achieving that wonderful, toe-curling, mind blanking pleasure.

But I needed one final push.

Seeming to know what I need, Raphael pulled away from me, his lips red and swollen and his eyes glinting with arousal as he looked down on me. I frowned in protest as he moved further away from me, fingers still thrusting away in me but before I could say or do anything, he pinched my clit with his other hand and with that, I shattered with his name on my lips

Heat bloomed in me and I probably couldn't explain the torrent of sensations in me but subconsciously, I knew Raphael was still moving his fingers me, helping me ride out the euphoric cloud of pleasure my body was enjoying fervently.

When I was capable of speaking, I lifted my head up to stare dazedly at my husband who had the widest shit-eating grin on his face. "Was it that good?"

"Shut up," I muttered as I pushed my hair away from my face and attempted to sit up but it was tricky seeing that my limbs felt like jelly.

Raphael raised his eyebrows at me before that stupid grin of his morphed into a wicked one and his eyes glittered with challenge. "Second one now?"

"No," I answered shortly once I sat up and he frowned. "No?"

"No," I repeated before quickly getting onto him, body straddling his as I noted his appearance. His blonde hair was messily tousled, cheeks flushed, lips red and swollen, eyes shining with need and arousal from bringing me to orgasm.

"I want number three," I announced as I unbuckled his jeans. "Meaning, I want you in me. Now."

Eyes flashing, Raphael lifted me off him and chucked his jeans and boxers onto the ground before pulling me towards him. However, I wasn't one to let him manhandle me about and in return, I wrapped my hands around his neck, breasts pressed flush against his chest and legs locked around his waist.

Staggering back from the sudden position, Raphael turned and pushed me back against the wall, his hands digging firmly onto the globes of my arse and I smirked. "No bed?"

"Later," he growled roughly and I could feel myself shivering from want that was reflected his dark eyes.

Before more words could be exchanged between us, I slid my hand down and gripped his erection in my hand and Raphael hissed between his teeth. He was hot and hard and with my eyes locked on his, I slid him into me and I could say that I was mildly impressed that Raphael had incredible control and restraint that he hadn't immediately jerked his hips once he was in me as it felt incredibly good for me and I was sure he could say the same.

My eyes fluttered once he began moving his hips and I arched my neck, leaning my head onto the wall as Raphael picked up speed and a furious rhythm. The angle that he was entering me was mind blowing and it made me feel as if I was having an out of body experience.

"You enjoyed having my fingers in you, didn't you Katerina? Touching you, rubbing you, stretching you."

I groaned at his dirty words and opened my eyes to see a smirk on his sinfully handsome face. I tugged sharply at his hair and snarled. "Yes, but you liked it too, knowing how wet you made me. You like knowing how fast you can make me come. You liked how in tuned you are with my own body."

If it was possible, Raphael picked up speed and began pounding even harder into me. It was as if he was trying to fuck me into the wall.

At that thought, I jerked abruptly and Raphael moaned, my inner walls clamping down on his cock, making both our pleasure even heightened. One of his hands grabbed at my tangled curls, forcing my head closer to his and he growled darkly in my ear. "You're close aren't you? I can feel you tightening around me as I pound into your dripping wet cunt."

My breath shudders and my eyes slipped shut, the sensation of his dirty words, the utter delicious thrashing he was giving me was making my mind go blank. All I could focus on was the blissful way his cock rubbed at my inner walls as he fucked me.

It didn't help that Raphael discovered that I liked things rough accompanied with dirty talk. But, well I found that he liked the same things too.

"You like fucking me don't you, Raphael darling?" I hissed back into his ear as my fingernails dug into his skin. "You love that every inch of you fits me perfectly, branding me over and over again like a tattoo. You love that I like the same things as you do."

Raphael didn't respond verbally but I could tell he was affected by my words. One of his hands slid up to my waist, cupping my right breast while his mouth began leaving hot wet kisses that were accompanied by sharp stings of pain where he bit down onto my neck.

"Maybe," I began but let out a low moan when Raphael shifted, his shaft hitting me at another ecstatic angle that brought on a whole new level of carnal delight. "Maybe next time, you could try tying me up or taking me on a desk as if you were punishing me," I continued hoarsely, feeling the tightly coiled spring in me threaten to snap.

"Raphael!" I begged abruptly when one of his hands began playing with my sensitive clit, stroking it gently while in contrast, his thick pounded into me savagely.

With a sudden flick of his fingers on my clit and the simultaneous snap of his hips, I tensed as that coiled spring in me splintered and my vision turned white. My eyes almost rolled to the back of my head from how intense this orgasm was. I could still feel Raphael shuddering in me and I was trying to catch my breath while still riding out the pleasurable waves that were rocking throughout my body.

We stayed in that position - I wrapped around him while Raphael breathed heavily, supporting my weight with his hands as we tried to catch our breaths.

I looked up at him and grinned from how satisfied my husband looked as his fingers rubbed affectionate circles on my skin.

"Pancakes?" I piped up hopefully, voice still husky.

That caused him to snort in response and Raphael fingered one of my wayward curls before his lips formed a gentle grin. "Pancakes," he agreed with an affectionate tone.

Literally, best husband ever.

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A/N: Uhm, well smut scene. If you were underage, I don't wanna know. If this whole book was deleted - smut scene. I really don't like writing smut scenes but, it's a challenge, so challenge fucking accepted. I don't even know if its good, so I'm apologising to the smut gods and professional smut readers if this was mediocre at best. Anyway, thanks for reading and let me know what you think! Requests will be updated in a chronological order!

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