F*ck You (Leighade/Leeade)

34: The Moon, The Sun, and The Stars II

Jade

I'll admit, upon first seeing him after all these years, I'd never expect him to be submissive. If anything, I'd take him as a slam-me-against-the-wall-and-choke-me-while-hitting-it-from-behind kinda lad.

This is the first time I'm actually glad I was wrong.

I'm not the submissive type. I only called him Daddy so he'd bust in me. Other than that, he's my humbled Khal and I'm his Khaleesi.

I find myself humming his song to me while he slept as my little spoon. Once I have his surname, I get to hear that beautiful voice for the rest of my days.

When he hit that falsetto during the chorus, it made my heart nut. Weird expression, I know, but that's the best way I can describe it.

"Do love me, do love me, do," I sing softly into his ear then kissed his temple. He spent a year writing me a song. And his usually shy self sung and danced as if it were only me and him.

That was cutest cringe I've ever seen. Actually, it was so cute that it wasn't a cringe.

After a while, I fell asleep only to be woken up what seemed like an hour later by my sun and stars. "I could listen to you all day, moon of my life," he says, practically reading my mind.

I hold him tighter, inhaling his delicious natural scent.

"Would you ever sing for anyone but me?" I sit up so that he could see me in the glow of the tele. "Our children," I answer and he smiles beautifully.

Everything about him is beautiful.

I nod and he sits up a little then puts a hand on my belly. "I hope they're in there now," he says, more to himself.

If you told me three years ago that I'd marry the one guy I despised the most, I'd probably wanna fight you. Now that I know why I disliked him so much, I realized he was just hurt.

The whole time he was making my life miserable, his father and brother were much worse.

He has a few faint scars on his arm from when Lenny pushed him against the mirror and broke it. He said he got quite the beating right when his mam tried cleaning him up.

Lenny's atonement brightened my love's face. Instead of anger, it's nothing but brotherly love.

"You dancing with your niece was so adorable," I say as he rubs the flat plains of my stomach. "Me? Lennox wouldn't leave you alone. I think he wants to marry you too," he jokes and I chuckle.

"It's true. Pinnock men can't resist me," I say cockily and he sits up to throw a pillow at me. I gasp in offense, and hit him back, "You little shite."

He just smiles cutely and hits me again, so I do it back until we're having a full on pillow fight.

"Surrender, bitch," I say, standing over him. "Nah, I don't do that," he says and I quirk an eyebrow. "Oh, really? You don't surrender to me?"

He shakes his head confidently, "Nope."

"Funny," I say before smacking him with the pillow relentlessly. He grabs my leg and pulls me down on top of him, but I was still hitting him. He then grabs the pillow and snatches it from me.

Instead of hitting me back, he throws it far away. That didn't stop me from beating him up. "You wake up and chose violence," he laughs, taking my wrists into his strong hands.

"Because it's fun, now lemme go so I can deliver the rest of this can of whoop-ass," I say, trying to escape his hold. He laughs and flips us over, pinning my hands by my head.

My eyes widen at the new position, earning me that little smirk I used to hate.

"You think you're cute," I sass and this bitch licks his lips. "I know I am," he drops a kiss on my forehead then got up. "Mhm, which is why I hate you because you get away with everything."

"Not everything," he says, looking for some clothes. "C'mon, let's go to The Spot. I haven't have a pineapple smoothie in some shit," he says. I throw my head back with an exaggerated groan.

"I don't wanna get up. Take off those shorts and cuddle me." To my dismay, he's still getting undressed. "After breakfast, baby girl," he says and I glare at him. "Lee-Anthony," I warn and he chuckles. "Don't laugh or I'll destroy you."

He lets out a louder laugh, "No offense, babe, but it feels like I'm getting threatened by a marshmallow."

"I don't know why when you're the soft one," I sit up on my knees and crawl towards the end of the bed where he was slipping on a hoodie. "Don't be bad. Take off your clothes and come back here. Now," I say dominantly and he slowly looks over his shoulder.

"And if I don't?"

I stand behind him and smooth my hand down his shorts. His breath hitches when I scrape my nails over his plump cheek. "Take 'em off, pet," I assert, moving my thumb between his mounds to add pressure to plug.

He slowly takes it off while I tug his shorts down, using my other hand to knead the golden flesh. "Shirt, too," I say, marveling at his backside.

I've always had a small obsession with his ass. It's perfect just like him and I can't help but want him all the time.

Being a good boy, he takes off his shirt and steps out of his shorts. I spread his cheeks and began playing with the plug that fits him snuggly. "Sweet fuck!" He grunts, holding onto the dresser in front of him.

I press my front to his back and lay kisses over the inked canvas. I could see the scratches I put there and I kiss those too.

"Is there anything you wanna say, my sun and stars?" I husk, twisting the toy slowly. "Sh-Shit," he whimpers, bowing his head. I start moving it in and out at the same pace and he slams his fist against the wood.

"Fuck!"

I pull away from him completely, letting him catch his breath. "What do you say, pet?" He lifts his head and looks back at me. "I'm sorry, Kh-Khaleesi," he panting. "Good boy. Now, lay down and be my big spoon."

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