Gift Details ♥
Reader Style: cisfem (Writer's choice!)
Character: Marco the Phoenix
Vibe: NSFW Consensual (Writer's choice!)
AU: Government Mandated Marriage
Prompt: Hotspring 

Summary: The last thing you wanted was to be part of the Government Match Program, but you've exhausted all your options and are forced to meet your match.

Content Notes: so sweet you're gonna get cavities, fingering, making out, stops just as it gets good =p (It's over 1700 words I needed to stop ^^; )

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

It had all been a disaster from the start.

The stupid government match program, the stupid Matchbooks, the stupid meeting. You didn't want anything to do with any of it, but being angry about its existence wasn't enough to get yourself removed from the program.

Unfortunately for you, you didn't have a medical or religious reason to apply for exemption. You had no documented traumatic experience, assault or near miss life and death accident to apply either. You weren't able to get an exemption from it for college, all you could get was a delay in being matched.

So now, here you were. Nearly thirty, a graduate, in a good job, with zero inclination or desire to become a mother. You could only hope the gods of statistics had mercy on you and you could avoid the roll of the dice for six years. Then you could apply for an exemption based on age.

But even more than that, if you could drive your match to give in and request a rematch, then you'd be back in the pool. As far as you knew this was a first match for both of you. It would raise flags for you if you applied for a rematch, considering how much stalls and exceptions you'd applied for over the last 14 or so years.

You gently shooed your mother's hand away from your outfit. She was just nervous and trying to burn off the energy, but you weren't worried about being flawless anyway. If you could've gotten away with it you would've showed up in sweats and a hoodie.

But even you weren't that rude, and this first meeting was happening in the private tea room of a very expensive onsen. The idea being that if the two of you hit it off well you could enjoy the private open air hot springs attached to the suite that your parents, and his father, had pooled together to pay for.

If you didn't hit it off well then your parents could stay for all you cared.

"Apologies for the wait," A booming voice, that's trying desperately not to boom, says as a very tall and broad shouldered older man enters the room. His mustache is impressive. "There was an accident on the way here and Marco assisted the paramedics."

Coming in behind the massive man was a tall, but not as physically imposing, younger man with blonde hair and bright eyes. You knew Marco was a doctor, but it still took your mind a moment to equate him assisting the paramedics with it actually being within the parameters of his job.

"Sorry about the tie, yoi." He says, as the two seat themselves across from you and your parents. "I didn't think to bring along a spare."

"Oh it's fine," your mother assures him and you nod slightly.

The pictures in the matchbook don't do him justice. Maybe it's because he's a little ruffled from the accident that had delayed them, or maybe it's because you never heard his voice until now, but your brain is spinning in place and you don't know what to say.

The kind smile he gives you makes you realize you were staring and your mother helps you recover, prompting introductions all around. The parents go first, and then you, and then Marco.

Sure, most of it is in the book they give you, but it's still nice to just say it.

Tea goes well, and the following supper does too. Marco keeps serving you as the evening goes on, and he does it so smoothly you don't even realize it the first couple of times. The way he asks questions makes them so easy to answer and the sound of his voice is the only thing that seems to cut through the rush of blood in your ears.

In the end, you both agree to accept the room.

With a towel wrapped around you, you enter the hot spring attached to your room. It takes you a moment to find a comfortable spot and position, and once you're sure your towel isn't going to betray you at some inopportune time, you relax.

"Okay!" You call out and can see Marco shuffling around behind the paper door.

"All settled in, yoi?"

"Yes, I'm... uh, comfortable." You try to assert.

The door opens and Marco steps out and you press your lips together in a desperate attempt to keep yourself quiet. He's wearing a towel, wrapped around his waist like he would if he'd just gotten out of the shower, and you can't help but think how it's a shame it won't betray him in the next few steps.

He's toned, shapely, thicker than you thought. He could probably easily bodily move a patient if needed, but he's also so tall. The little happy trail coming up from the towel is hard to peel your eyes away from but you will your gaze ever upward as quickly - and naturally - as you can.

The tattoo you'd seen in a couple of the candid shots, and you have to look away as he steps into the hot spring, seating himself across from you. The spring is large enough you're not on top of one another, but small enough there's no great distance between you either.

"You're hanging on for dear life, aren't you?" Marco asks. His voice is even and he's not trying to tease you, but you can feel the heat rushing to your face and it's not the spring's fault.

"No, I'm... I'm good." You assert, stealing a glance toward him before just giving in and covering your face.

"I feel like I should apologize, yoi."

"Please don't." You nearly whimper. "I don't think I could survive that."

The laugh that escapes him dances right down your spine, and you're ready to just rip whatever's inside you out so that you can get a break for a few minutes and get your feet under you. How could this happen? How could you fall in love so quickly?

Was it love? Or just lust? Even if it was just lust, was that so bad? You knew the Match Program had a solid reputation, but you had always assumed it was just propaganda.

"If it helps," he begins, and you're already thinking it won't. Every word from him is like honey and it's going to coat you until you drown in the sweetness of it. "You're beautiful."

You flinch enough that the water shifts around you. There's no hiding your surprise and you peek at him from behind your fingers. His cheeks are dusted pink, and he looks away.

"I thought so when I got the book, but this is almost too much." He admits sheepishly.

"... You're flustered?" You ask the question without realizing how it must sound, and yet he nods.

You both fall silent for a moment. Both looking anywhere but at the other. Both just on the edge.

"Can I-
"May I-

- kiss you?" The words leave your lips at nearly the same time, the slight variation dismissed as you both move toward one another.

"Please," the word is soft and near to breaking, falling from both of you as the distance between you vanishes.

His hands cradle your face as you press against him, the soft collision of your lips sending a thrill through you both. The soft shared gasp is all you need as you connect again and again, until your lips part and his tongue slips in.

He's on his knees, shoulders still above the water line as he holds you. Standing, you're above him for a moment before you lean down and kiss him again.

Need rings in your ears, and rushes through your veins and you can only think you want to be closer than you are, and the towel is betraying you, and it only takes a tug to free yourself from it, and Marco moves with you, tossing the wet and heavy towel onto the stones easily before his hands are against your skin.

You arch back, and his kisses slip down your neck and over your collarbone. The sweet sigh that escapes you spurs him into action. He braces you with one hand, kissing your skin as he pulls his towel off and tosses it aside.

He shifts under the water, letting you straddle him loosely as he leans back, leaving you to rain kisses against his chest in return. Your fingers glide over his skin under the water and you can feel his interest in you poking into your thigh.

"This isn't going to go well in the spring." You say, shifting in the water and pressing your leg against his boner.

He hisses softly at the sensation and sighs. "I can lay against the stones, yoi."

"I can." You request, pressing into him as he moves you both back toward the steps that lead down into the spring. "I want... to see you against the stars." You say, caressing his face and leaning in for a kiss as you see the pink flood his features again.

He lifts you up, keeping the kiss going as walking to the side of the spring. He lays you back onto the grass at the side of the pool and slips a finger between your labia as his kisses slip down your neck. Covering your mouth, moaning against your palm, his lips tease your skin and his finger rolls in steady circles against your clit.

Your fingers tighten in his hair when he sucks on your nipple and pushes a finger inside you. Before you can ask for more a second finger pushes in and you're hooking one of your legs, helping to keep them open as he fingers you. Soft murmured swears slip from your lips.

"Wait, I'm going to... ah, Marco, please." You beg, and feel him growl against your skin.

He pulls his fingers out and pulls his lips away from your chest. It's not frustration that moves him, as he lines himself up with your entrance, but the breaking of a dam. He was trying so desperately to hold back long enough to make sure you came at least once, but your words were laced with a different need.

And he can't deny you.

For all the years you'll experience together, he'll never be able to deny you.