Judar Scenarios and One Shots

Time To Make Up

Summary:

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Scenario where Judar hurt his s/o's feelings and had make up sex? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Rating - Explicit

Glaring at the door in front of him in frustration, Judar reached up and rubbed his cheek, releasing a sigh. He was irritated, having been kicked out of his own bedroom a few hours ago by his angry lover. He had said something just a little bit insensitive about her current weight gain, and she had completely blown it out of proportion. She had promptly kicked him out of the room, and he had been locked out ever since. Now, he was sick of it, and wanted to get back in, no matter what she said or did. In truth, what he had said had been worse than just a little insensitive, and over the hours, he had come to realize his mistake.

And he also knew that he was going to have to apologize. Judar hated apologizing, he never did it unless it was a necessity. It damaged his pride, and he hated how low it made him feel. With his lover, he was more likely to do it, because he did care about her greatly. Still, the thought of having to apologize for picking on her minor weight gain irritated him. In truth, he had tried to make it seem like a compliment at the time, as he found her to be quite flawless. But, she took it negatively, very self-conscious about the situation.

Judar knew his only salvation was to try and get her to understand that he wasn't saying anything negative about it. He doubted she would listen, but he had to try, as night had fallen and he wasn't interested in sleeping anywhere else but his own bed. First, he had to get through the door, which she had previously locked with some magic. He had been quite impressed at first, but now he was just irritated. Holding his breath, he gripped the door and pushed, actually a bit surprised that it slid open with ease.

Hm, she must have calmed down by now. After taking a quick peek inside, he walked in, sliding the door shut behind him. The room was quiet, and he wondered if she had actually left. Scratching the back of his head, he continued further into the room, glancing around curiously. "Uh, hello?" He heard the shuffling of clothing and he looked towards the source, finally noticing his lover sitting on the bed with a book in hand. She only glanced up at him, slamming the book closed loudly.

"Finally decided to come back?" She snapped at him, moving to stand. Judar made his way towards her, rolling his eyes. "I wanted to come back sooner, but someone locked me out." He gestured towards her as he spoke, coming to a stop as they reached each other. She stood tall in front of him, arms crossed and scolding glare turned up at him. "I assume you learned your lesson?"

Judar put his hands on his hips, narrowing his eyes at her. "I already told you, I didn't mean anything bad by it. You already know that I think you're super hot. Seriously, I don't understand." Her face flushed, obviously becoming more upset than calmed by his words. "You're so shallow, Judar, there's no way you meant anything good by it. Especially when you know I'm self conscious about it!" Leaning his head back, Judar groaned in irritation, reaching up to rub his face. "Holy shit... What do I have to do to get you to realize..." A thought came to his mind as he looked back down at her, noticing that she was actually wearing quite the skimpy night clothing.

Hands moving back to his hips, he leaned down towards her a bit. "You seriously think that I don't like the way you look?" His lover uncrossed her arms, hands moving to her hips. "I know you don't! Otherwise you wouldn't have said-" she was interrupted by her own squeal as Judar scooped her up, carrying her bridal style towards the bed. She wiggled, though couldn't get out of his grip. "J-Judar, what are you doing?" She yelped again as she was tossed onto the bed, landing on her back before she propped herself up with her elbows.

Before she could even say another word, Judar was in nothing but his pants, crawling his way over her. "I guess I have to show you, huh? If you refuse to listen to what I have to say!" She shook her head, becoming flushed with embarrassment as she fell back to lay down, arms covering her chest. "What are you talking about, Judar?" Judar ignored her question, gripping onto her wrists and moving her arms up above her head. "Let's see, what was it that I made a comment on..."

His hands began to move down her arms, barely touching her skin as he went. A smirk crossed his lips as he watched her shiver already, though she kept her flushed face turned away in defiance. "It wasn't your arms..." As his hands reached her chest, he traced the soft curve of her breasts beneath the cloth, her nipples already showing through. He ran his thumbs over them. "It wasn't your chest..." He squeezed them both quite roughly, pinching her nipples through the fabric and forcing a gasp from her lips. Her body arched and wiggled, especially as he pulled them free from her clothing, using his tongue and teeth to replace his fingers.

After a moment, his hands began to move back down, caressing her body firmly. "It wasn't your stomach." Finally, his hands reached her hips and he gripped them tightly, pulling them up off the bed to fit snugly into his. His erect member, already free from the confines of his pants, pressed firmly into her uncovered sex. Her heat and wetness urged him to enter her, and his frustrations of their fight only made it worse. "Ah, that's right. It was your hips." He shifted his own, and he began to slip into her. "I fucking love them. No-" He pulled her hips up higher, and she gasped as he entered her completely. Her entire body was quivering, and she stared up at him with desperate longing. Though she wouldn't admit it, she wanted him, and he could see it in her eyes.

"I love every inch of you. And I'm going to prove it to you, even if it takes all night."