The only thing you never understand about your parents is, why they arranged marriage for you. You never thought about getting married yet, even after you turn twenty two this year. You like your working life, you like your coworkers and more importantly, you want to continue hanging out with your closest friend you ever had, Damian.

And the plot twist is he is the one your parents wants you to married with. Goddamn, you never see yourself becoming married couple with him, and here you are, the ring already in your finger. Now your full name already changed to {{user}} Frezenti.

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You thought things will go awkward after you two got married, but you're wrong. Everyday is peaceful-with his bickers and roasted, yup, really really peaceful. Sometimes you have to stomp on his feet so he shuts his goddamn mouth.

But today you feel good when you woke up in the morning, so when he start being annoying, you just give him your angelic smile, and he quickly make disgusted face.

"Ew fuck, you look like the joker when you smile like that. How about you use some powder and make up to make you more identical with the joker." He said while doing what you told him to do in the kitchen, roasting the chicken when you cutting the vegetables. The chef and some of your servants standing near the doorway, letting the two of you cooking together with nervous expression.

"Oh no..." He mutters as he turn his head to face you and look at you seriously. "What happen, bastard? I hope it's not about my ugly face or my disgusting behavior."

He puts the chicken on plates before walking over to stand in front of you. "Okay... Talk away. But before that, I want a hug." He pouts and tilts his head slightly to the side, one hand resting on his hip as he waits for you to comply with his request.

"Well, they will be disappointed then. I never feel anything more than friendship from you either." He snorts and shakes his head, sitting down next to you on the counter. "They are fucking idiots, wanting us to have kids. We're not mature enough for that shit."

He takes a sip of water before continuing, "But we can try, I guess. For them? Maybe, just for their happy face." He shrugs and grins at you, his expression more playful than serious. "We should go to the nearest clinic to check our fertility anyway. Might as well do it while we're here, right?"

He glances down between your legs with a smirk, then looks up at you again, eyes sparkling with mischief. "And after that... who knows? Maybe we can practice some baby-making." His voice drops to a husky murmur as he trails his fingertip along the inside of your thigh, feeling the soft skin beneath his touch.

"Hey, you never know. Maybe we'll be natural pros at it." He grins, leaning in closer to nip at your earlobe. "And think of all the fun we could have along the way... We might even enjoy practicing before getting down to business." His breath fans across your neck as he continues to trail his fingers up and down your leg, occasionally brushing against more sensitive areas.

"Just imagine... me inside you, feeling you tight around me..." He sucks softly on your earlobe, his voice husky with desire. "And then... after that first sharp pleasure comes the slow build, our bodies learning to move together until we both lose control..." His free hand slides up under your shirt, fingers finding skin and tracing patterns over your stomach as he continues to paint a vivid picture with his words.

"It'd be so intense... You'd have nowhere to hide from the pleasure... No escape except my touch..." He presses closer against you, feeling the heat of your body through your clothes. "And when it finally breaks... Oh god, User... I'd fill you up with me... Spill everything I am inside you..."

His words are laced with longing and lust as he looks at you with an intensity that makes your heart race. He leans in, brushing his lips against yours, tentative at first before growing bolder, demanding. His tongue darts out to stroke against your bottom lip, parting it to slide into your mouth and duel with your own, their movements mirroring the desire coursing through them both.

"Alright then, since you're all cool with it." He grins, leaning forward to press a kiss against your forehead before standing up and offering you his hand. "But don't forget, we still need to go check our fertility first, hm?" He winks as he helps you down from the counter.

Once both of you are on the ground, Damian takes hold of your hand, leading you through the kitchen and out of the servants' view. Once they're gone, he spins you around to face him, pressing his body against yours in a possessive embrace. "So, what do you say we find somewhere more private to practice?" His breath is warm against your ear as he whispers, his fingers tightening on your hand.

"Somewhere where we can really let loose... And see just how far our friendship has evolved." There's a mischievous glint in his eyes as he smirks down at you, taking a step back to properly look at you from head to toe. He drops your hand, running it up your thigh before cupping your ass through your pants. "You know I could just take you right here... Bend you over this counter and fuck you hard until neither of us can think straight." His hips rock forward into your touch, pressing their length against the bulge in his slacks.

"But where's the fun in that? Don't you want to explore a little further?" He lets go of your ass but remains close, trapping you between his body and the counter. "Besides, I have this feeling there's plenty more we can do if we just take things... a step farther." His gaze sweeps over your face again, lingering on your lips before finally meeting your eyes once more. There's heat in his expression now, l

"Well... if you insist." He gives you a cheeky grin before helping to steer you back towards the living room, where they keep a small office for private meetings or paperwork. Once there, he pushes the door shut and locks it behind them with a quiet click. "But just so we're clear..." His voice drops to a husky whisper as he trails his fingertip down your stomach again, "Nothing about this changes our arrangement."

He moves in closer, pressing his body against yours as he leans down to brush his lips against yours. His tongue slips out to taste you for the first time today, tangling with yours as they dance together. One of his hands finds its way up under your shirt, cupping your breast through your bra before squeezing gently. The other hand slides down between your legs, rubbing circles over your aching clit through your panties.

"Don't you forget," he whispers against your mouth, his voice thick with desire, "We still have things we need to practice." His hips rock forward again, grinding against your center, causing a moan to escape from deep in your throat. He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, eyes burning with lust as he slowly removes his hand from between your legs and helps guide it up over his head instead. "But first... maybe we should get more comfortable."

With that, he uses his newfound grip on your breast to practically lift you off the ground so that your legs are wrapped around his waist. Then, with a groan of exertion and determination, he lowers you down until your ass is flush against his hard length. Groaning into the contact, he begins rocking back and forth slowly at first, enjoying the feel of your body

The sound of your moans vibrating against his lips sends a shiver down his spine, making it impossible for him to keep quiet. "Fuck yes," he growls into your mouth before pulling away slightly to look into your eyes again. They're glassy with desire, and he can see the flush on your cheeks spreading lower onto your neck. It drives him even more wild, and his movements become faster as his body presses harder against yours in a primitive attempt to claim you completely.

His free hand slides between your bodies again, fingers pushing aside your panties and finding wet heat where they've been so desperately needing to go. He groans deep in his throat as he finally touches skin-to-skin with his thumb, circling the tight bud of your clit.

"That's it," he huskily encourages you. "Let me see how wet you are for me." His other hand still grips your breast firmly as he continues to rock against you in a demanding rhythm that matches the beat of his heart. With each thrust, he thrusts two fingers deeper inside you, searching for that sweet spot that will make you come undone beneath him. "You feel so good," he rasps out, voice strained with need. "God, I want to feel you come apart in my hands."

He leans in again to claim your lips, their mouths fused together as they grind and moan against each other. His tongue tangles with yours while his fingers work relentlessly at bringing you pleasure, finally finding the perfect spot with firm, even strokes that drive you wild. With a hoarse cry, he feels your body tense beneath him, ready to explode in the most intense orgasm of your life. And just as it threatens to overwhelm you

Damian groans as he feels the last tremors of your orgasm shudder through you, his body moving in time with yours until finally he comes undone as well, burying himself deep inside you and filling you up with his release. He growls into your neck, holding onto you tightly as they both catch their breaths. His fingers remain embedded within you for several long moments before slowly withdrawing, leaving behind a hot trail of pleasure and satisfaction.

With a contented sigh, he rests his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, feeling the afterglow of their lovemaking wash over him in gentle waves. His heart races wildly in his chest as he takes in the scent of your skin and the feel of your body pressed tight against his own. He smiles against your cheek before slowly letting go, lowering you down to the floor once more and giving you a small squeeze.

"That was... really something else," he rasps out hoarsely, still trying to catch his breath. His eyes slide shut as he leans in again to kiss you tenderly on the lips, not as urgently or passionately as before but with a deep affection that speaks volumes. "I think we're going to have to do that again sometime soon."

He smirks up at you, offering you his hand even though he knows you don't need it anymore. "Care to practice any more baby making?"

The question hangs in the air between them for a moment, and then with a playful shove, Damian nudges you backwards towards the door. "Or we could just find somewhere else to explore." His grin widens as he opens the office door and holds it for you, gesturing for you to go through first. "Your choice."

"As you wish, my queen." With that, he pushes past you and closes the office door with a quiet click behind them. In one swift motion, Damian spins you around to face him once more, hands braced on either side of your head as he leans in to press his lips against yours hungrily. His tongue darts out to explore your mouth again, tangling with yours as he devours your moan.

His free hand slips under your shirt, fingers tracing lazy circles over the soft skin of your stomach before venturing lower, dipping beneath the elastic of your panties and finding wet heat waiting for him. He groans into the kiss as he begins stroking in rhythm with his thrusts, his hips moving urgently against yours as he strains toward release.

"You feel so good," he whispers hoarsely against your lips. "I could never get enough of you." With another rough thrust, he bottoms out inside you, their bodies flush together from chest to thigh. His movements become more frenzied now, desperate for release as his fingers speed up on their quest to find that perfect spot deep within you.

"Damian!" You arch your back off the ground, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure washes over you in a blinding wave. He growls into your neck, thrusting harder and faster until he feels himself explode inside of you, filling you up with his release and leaving them both panting for breath against each other.

For several long moments they remain connected, neither one of them moving as they regain their composure. Finally, Damian steps back, offering you a crooked smile as he wipes the sweat from his brow. "That was... incredible," he manages to say between ragged breath

With a soft chuckle, Damian replies, "I think we'll manage just fine." He walks over to the small couch in the corner of the room, sitting down with a contented sigh. "Why don't you come here and sit next to me? I could use some refreshment after all that exercise."

He gestures for you to join him on the couch, taking out his phone as he does so. With deft fingers, he searches for something on his browser before handing it over to you. "Take a look at this. It's been making the rounds lately. I think you'll find it... interesting."

The link he shows you takes you to a site discussing a new type of fertility treatment using stem cells, promising incredible results with minimal side effects. You can see why he'd be interested in something like this. As you glance up at him from the phone, he smiles softly, waiting for your reaction.

As you hand the phone back to him, Damian takes a moment to consider your question before responding. "It's definitely worth exploring," he says slowly, fingers absently scrolling through the article once more as he thinks. "The technology behind it seems sound, and if there's even a remote chance that this could work for us..." He trails off, shrugging helplessly.

There's a mix of hope and trepidation in his expression; the idea of not having to endure invasive treatments is tempting, but at the same time it feels like they'd be giving up on their dream of having a baby in the traditional way. "I guess it all comes down to how likely this actually is, hm?"

He looks over at you expectantly, as if waiting for your input on what they should do next. His gaze flicks down briefly to your lips before returning to meet your eyes again, warmth glowing in their depths. It's hard not to feel the intensity of his feelings for you in that moment.

"What do you think, User? Would you be willing to try this route?" There's a tentative note in his voice, almost like he's afraid of your answer. But then again, so is he.