Mafia!Modern!Neteyam Sully x f!Reader (Quaritch's daughter)
a/n: I really wanted it to be good. It's the first and not the last fic of mine with mafia au! Credits to @cafekitsune for dividers/gifs.
Beautiful pic on the right of adult Neteyam belongs to talented cinetrix
@criticallybella here you go sweetheart
Word count: 4k
Summary: life as a daughter of a police officer was never easy, but it seems like you were the target the whole time.
Warnings: dubcon (?), power imbalance, threats (not about death or injury), mentions of stalking, mentions of torture (not about Reader), oral (both receiving) fingering, virginity loss, size difference, tummy bulge, p in v, unprotected, breeding kink, choking
Sevin - pretty (one)
Tanhì - star
Life finally began to treat you well. After you were fired from your previous job because your manager did not know how to keep his hands to himself and the boss didn't believe you, you weren't sure how you would be able to move on, but you did. The job offer that you got was great and people there were really treating you well, unlike in your previous job. The company was rather prestigious, selling mostly sports cars. You had to learn about them before you began to work, but not everything was going smoothly and you actually felt complete. Selling cars maybe wasn't the job of your dreams but it was definitely a good start, and it was paying the bills.
“Miss Quaritch, the boss wants to see you,” Nora, a really nice secretary informed. During the four months that you worked here, Nora proved herself to be kind and helpful. You trusted her fully, that's why you believed when she said that the boss is a very busy man. You haven't seen him before, only his assistants.
“Boss? Did I do something?” For some reason, everyone in the company feared him. It would be quite normal, most employers think that they can gain respect through fear, but in this case, these people were really terrified.
“I don't think so, but you never know. Maybe he saw you and you caught his eye?” Nora moved her eyebrows suggesting something. You shook your head, giggling. Nora has been trying to set you up with someone for a date for weeks now.
“Looking at this company, he's either an old man or an arrogant young bastard,” you were assuming, but it was most likely for the boss to be one of these two. Nora just smiled not wanting to reveal too much.
“Top floor, Y/n” was all that she said. You sighed deeply stepping inside the elevator. You weren't ready to be fired. This job was too good… you began to think of what you could have done wrong. Surely, you made a couple of mistakes in the beginning, but it was normal. You were playing with your fingers nervously, what could he possibly want after four months? Maybe he was so busy he found time just now to meet you? The elevator reached the top floor, and it opened revealing the office. You looked around, everything here was so fancy… You didn't grow up in a rich family, so for you it was new and you were curious.
“Y/n Quaritch, it's good to finally meet you in person,” his voice reached your ears. You looked at him immediately, you knew who he was. You wanted to go back to the elevator but it was blocked… “Sit,” he demands calmly. You didn't want to, but maybe it was just a coincidence? You sat on the luxurious chair, which looked incredibly expensive, and it wasn't even that comfy. The boss got closer to you, he was tall, taller than anyone you have ever met.
“What do you want?” You asked harshly. You didn't want to take part in this game. Neteyam was towering over you, that alien man towered over almost everyone. He was wearing black pants, they were rather tight with an expensive belt and a black turtleneck. His presence was demanding respect, respect that you weren't going to give him so easily. You met him a few times, mostly when your father was trying to arrest him but somehow, it never worked out. Other times you were on the street or he came to your job. Neteyam was smirking, it was his usual smirk that was annoying you so much. He caressed your cheek softly, his fingers decorated with expensive rings. Beneath them he had tattoos. His hand was cold, a contrast to your warm body. You frowned, his touch wasn't welcomed.
“Your virginity… for your father’s debt, little dove,” Neteyam moved his hand away. His eyes scanned your face, taking every little detail of your expression. The way your eyes widened and lips parted slightly, he enjoyed surprising you. It was such a hard thing to do, to surprise Quaritch’s bratty princess, and yet… Neteyam succeeded. You snapped back to reality quickly, you weren't going to let him affect you like that.
“My father doesn't have debts.” Neteyam chuckled, enjoying your resistance. The way you were looking at him angrily, it did nothing but amuse him. A little human like you trying to scare someone powerful like him.
“He does. Every time he fucks with my and my family’s business we lose lots of money… and what is the most precious thing to him?” Neteyam made a dramatic pause. “You, princess. The best revenge would be getting my hands on you.”
“What made you think I would agree?” You stood up. You had enough of your father and the Sully family. You weren't going to be a part of this game.
“I don't think I gave you a choice, little dove,” he cornered you, your lower back pressed against his desk. “If you don't. I will fire you and make your life a living hell….but if you do let me, then I promise I won't harm you or your family,” that damn smirk. You wanted to rip it off his face. Why has Neteyam always had to win? Why was he always one step ahead?
“I will scream for help,” you warned. It was a huge company with many workers, someone would hear for sure.
“My office is soundproof. I like to keep my things private,” his fingers tracing along your collarbone. Your breath hitched, feeling the weird electricity between your bodies. He was your enemy and he was standing too damn close.
“You wouldn't dare to do something to my father,” you looked up into his eyes. You, ever defiant Y/n intrigued Neteyam Sully himself. Neteyam considered you as a weakness, he never cared about women so much. He had flings for sure, with his looks? But there was something about you… he couldn't put his finger on it. Neteyam leaned closer, tucking your hair behind your ear.
“I can turn him into an angel… cut his chest open and take out the ribs,” Neteyam whispered into your ear, brushing his teeth against the earlobe teasingly. Despite his cruel words, your breath grew heavier, he knew your sensitive spots. You needed to stop, you couldn't yield to that arrogant fucker. You didn't think much, before slapping him. Neteyam leaned back a little, clearly amused by your behavior. He licked his lips and as much as you hated to admit, it was a pretty sight. Neteyam was looking at you for a moment… you were beautiful, he just wished you weren't such a brat, but all humans are… Neteyam massaged his cheek gently. “Ouch,” he pouted. Neteyam was mocking you, your human hand couldn't cause him pain.
“Your family is a bunch of criminals. I won't let you-” Neteyam showed you a tablet, someone was spying on your father, walking behind him without him knowing.
“Just one call and my man can get rid of him. Are you sure you are in a position to refuse?” Neteyam chuckled, seeing your expression. You didn't know what to do… you loved your father more than life itself.
“I will do it,” it felt bad. You wanted to do it with someone who cared about you, not with some mafia future boss to get rid of imaginary debt.
“Undress for me, sevin. I want to see the pretty little body of yours,” Neteyam was watching you like a predator when you undressed. You were doing it slowly, your hands were shaking a bit.
“Just one time, right? And then you will leave me and my family alone?” You
“I will treat you like the Queen that you are,” he took a pillow from the couch and put it on the floor. “Kneel on it, I wouldn't want your knees to get hurt.” You looked down unsure, you didn't know how to Quetouch a man, did he expect you to be good? You felt so… vulnerable. No one has seen you naked before. You got on your knees, looking at him with hatred and fear. Neteyam was amused, he knew he was breaking your pride and he was taking pleasure in it, to see you submitting to him. It was all for something greater.
“No one will know about this, right?” You bit your bottom lip, taking deep breaths.
“Of course, no need to get nervous, sevin. I told you that I would treat you like a queen,” he caressed your cheek before unbuckling his belt. His moves were so smooth that he took the belt with one hand. Neteyam put it on the table before taking care of his turtleneck and pants, revealing the gorgeous tattoo on the side of his neck. His body was shaped by the god himself… perfect lines, muscles, the pretty shiny skin. His clothes were made by a tailor, probably he had a private one or maybe two? Neteyam could afford it, and no one was making clothes THAT big. “Do you like what you see?” Neteyam got rid of his boxers and your lips parted. You have never seen something like this. His cock was standing proudly, pressed against his muscled abdomen. It was bigger than anything you have seen before, he was pretty thick, and the veins defined.
“It's nothing special,” you shrugged, but he could see how your eyes sparkled. Neteyam approached his gaze not leaving you even for a minute.
“We will see. Wrap your fingers around it, firmly but gently.” You did as he said before slowly stroking him. Neteyam let out a sound of approval. “You won't take all of it tonight, but I'm sure half of it will fit. You are such a brave woman, aren't you? Try sucking on the tip.” You didn't know why you were so nervous, it's not like you wanted to impress him. Maybe a little… your hand stayed wrapped around the base of his cock as you began to suck on his tip. The salty taste of precum lingered on your tongue. Neteyam groaned, it was only the tip and yet it felt so good. “Good, learning to handle your duties quickly. Slowly take more of it into your mouth. Stroke what you can't fit.” You focused on the job, slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth, sucking and twirling your tongue around the length. Neteyam was letting out little grunts and groans, he didn't expect you to get it so fast. His hands on the back of your head, helping you to move. You were ashamed, you could only fit a half of him and you were already gagging once in a while. “Keep your mouth open for me, alright? Breathe through your nose, I need to fuck this gorgeous bratty lips,” his grip on your hair tightened. You kept your mouth open as he began to thrust in and out, getting slightly deeper than you were taking him before. At first, Neteyam was taking it slowly, but as time passed he became rougher, increasing the pace. You were gagging, your eyes watering, but he liked that sight. He liked that sight of Quaritch’s little princess on her knees, taking his cock. As much as you hated him, it felt good… Neteyam’s cock fucking your mouth felt good. “Good girl, you’re doing such a great job, tanhì. Taking my dick so well, such a pretty girl. You are doing so great, baby. Are you going to make me cum? Yes, you are going to make me cum… and swallow every fucking drop,” he hissed the last part of the sentence. The tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. Neteyam groaned as his body became stiff, his cum pouring into your mouth. The salty taste on your tongue, there was so much of it… you felt like you were going to drown. You spat his cum out, it was too much. It dripped down your chin, to your breasts. “Come on, didn't your father teach you to swallow? We don't spit, my queen, we swallow,” Neteyam was clearly displeased. “If you weren't a virgin I would fuck you now senseless, so you would beg for me to stop. I'm going to do it anyway but luckily for you, I really need to prepare you for my cock, my queen,” he picked you up easily and laid down on his desk. It was huge, like everything in this office. Neteyam spread your legs, immediately leaning down, you weren't sure what he was going to do.
“What are you going to do-” you gasped, feeling something wet against your slit. Neteyam licked a stripe from your slit to your clit, repeating it multiple times before sucking on your clit.
“Seems like sucking my cock got you a little wet, sevin. Born to be a slut? You seem to like to get your mouth used. Will it be the same with your pussy?” he teased, before sucking on your clit. You were tense, but you couldn't deny the pleasure you were feeling at this moment. The way his tongue was dragging up and down your clit…his finger sliding inside of you. It felt weird and new. You masturbated before but your fingers were no match to his. His fingers were much bigger and longer. “So fucking tight. I can't wait to feel those walls wrapped around my cock, my queen,” Neteyam moans against your clit. As he worked you open enough, he pushed another finger in, filling up you even more. Your hands were pulling on his braids, you couldn't help it. You hated him, you hated the situation you found yourself in, you hated that he degraded you… but you didn't hate the way he was touching you. The tension building up in your stomach, you knew that feeling… but now, it was much stronger. Your spine curving against the desk, it was surprisingly comfortable. “Cum for me, sevin. Cum for me so I can fuck you properly, like the Queen that you are,” his voice was sending vibrations against your clit and you lost it. You closed your eyes, the orgasm was overwhelming, your thighs trembling. You wanted to sit up, but Neteyam stopped you.
“What is it?” Was he really going to take your virginity? Neteyam placed himself between your thighs, his tip pressed against your entrance, but he didn't move yet.
“Relax, tanhì. I promise to be gentle, alright? You can hold my hand,” the very same hands were killing people every single day. The very same hands tortured many people, but for you, the scary mafia man forced himself to be gentle. You were his weakness, but he wasn't going to admit it yet. You were too prideful, you didn't grab his hand. It's not like you have chosen to fuck him, he was the one who made you agree. “Alright, as you wish, sevin,” Neteyam pushed inside slowly. You whined in pain, that stretch hurt. It felt weird, like an intruder, your fingers immediately intertwined with his, and you focused on the feeling of his rings, playing with them. Neteyam chuckled seeing how quickly you changed your mind. “Such a tight pussy. I knew you would be perfect. Yes… I knew, I fucking knew,” he continued to push inside until he bottomed out. He caressed your hand with his thumb, trying to soothe you as he noticed the tears in your eyes.
“That hurts,” you whisper. Neteyam nods slowly, he knew you being a virgin was making it very different.
“I know, I know,” he wiped your tears gently, admiring how soft your skin was. “I won't move, alright? I will wait,” he traced his hand down, to your stomach, where the bulge was. Neteyam traced his fingers on the outlines of his cock, it felt quite pleasant.
“Okay, alright,” you were taking deep breaths. Despite him being such an asshole, you were grateful that he didn't rush it. You didn't know how much time passed, he was slowly caressing your body, but you looked into his eyes unsure. “You can move. I think I can handle it,” you bit your lip. Neteyam nodded before moving out of you to push inside again. The pain was still there but you were getting used to it as his moves became rhythmical. Neteyam was watching your expressions all the time. Maybe he was a monster but he would never hurt a woman like that… not you. Neteyam was playing with your sensitive breasts, squeezing and massaging. Soon enough, the pain was turned into pleasure, and the office was filled up with your sweet moans. You couldn't believe how deep he was, you could are almost every single vein of his cock on your stomach. Your fingers gripping the desk desperately. Neteyam was getting rougher, losing himself in the feeling of your tight cunt clenching around his monstrous cock. He was sucking and kissing on your neck, leaving marks. You were going to be his.
“Yes, oh fuck. See how good you’re taking me? How your pussy is wrapped around my cock? Can you see me in your stomach? Can you?” Neteyam groans, pounding into you faster. He was like an animal. “I'm going to breed this pretty pussy, make it mine,” his hands moved to your keeps, using them as leverage.
“F-fuck you, it's the one time. I'm here on accident,” you whimper. The feeling of his cock rearranging your guts was overwhelming. You couldn't help the moans leaving your lips. He was a fucking asshole but his dick was fucking you so good… Neteyam smirked, you were fucked dumb, it was time to te you the truth. Neteyam wrapped his hand around your throat, his tattoos looked so beautiful. You began to wonder about their meaning… but only for a minute, his cock not only knocked out the air out of your lungs, but also, thoughts out of your head.
“You’re here because I made it so, little dove. Wasn't it weird to you? The way you got your job,” Neteyam was moving his cock even faster in and out of you, enjoying every little moan coming out of your lips. The way your walls were squeezing him tightly like you wanted him to remain inside forever. “You are here because I made it so. I saw such a pretty little thing three years ago… I decided to observe it, everywhere…” his grip on your neck tightened. Neteyam chuckled, pushing his cock deeper. “And I decided that I wanted it, so I got my men to bring you here somehow. Offering you a nice job with a nice salary. You were so easy to convince… and I thought that you would be smarter after being such a brat. I couldn't hire you to one of the companies with my family’s name, you would figure it out too soon. Now you’re my private slut, little dove. I wanted you, so I took you. I didn't want someone to take care of you. Those men interested in you? I paid some of them to stop talking to you… others… I had to get rid of them. That's how it works, I have all of the power,” Neteyam grunts, his thrusts becoming rougher. Your head was empty, you couldn't even focus on what he was saying. Neteyam admitted to stalking you and getting rid of potential partners, and you did not even care. All you cared about was his cock inside of you. Your fingers gripping the desk tightly. “My little pretty wife. All mine to use and abuse… and you will love it, won't you? You will be my queen around others… and my little private whore in private. It's what you’re good for, isn't it? Your pussy was always meant to be mine, to be filled up by my cum. Your tight walls perfectly molded to the shape of my cock. The pain was now a forgotten memory, you were melting in his arms. Your body was so hot that you felt like you were burning. His other hand moved to your clit, he knew it was sensitive so he was rubbing against it gently. Your eyes rolled back, body arching, legs trembling. You began to feel the effect of his hand around your neck, but you were also getting closer. “You were meant to be mine, that's why you kept your innocence so long. That worry, your husband is here to claim you, tanhì. Your husband is here to breed you, to pump you full of cum. My little mafia queen,” his balls felt like they were about to explode. Neteyam began to hit your G-spot and you couldn't hold yourself anymore.
“Please, harder. Please, Nete,” you moaned, and he had never heard something so beautiful. You, saying his name like that… if it was someone else, he would have killed them, but you? You had privileges, as his wife… his queen.
“Do you want me to breed you? Perhaps it would result in a child. Dump my load inside your tight pussy. Is that what Quaritch’s innocent daughter wants? To have the big scary mafia boss fuck her full of his evil seed? Your pussy feels so good around my cock. It begs me to cum inside, I will. I will breed this tight cunt,” Neteyam was close to whimpering. He loosened the grip on your throat, just to let you breathe and talk.
“Yes, please. Pump me full of your cum, please I just want to come. Can I?” Your whimpers were so pleasant…
“Do it then. Come on my cock, show me just how much you love this. Me fucking you full, stretching you out on this dick,” his expression was smug. He tightened the grip around your neck again. Normally, you would have said something back, but you were falling apart. Your body almost shaking, as you came undone. “Oh, fuck. You clenched so much. I can't hold back anymore, my queen. I'm going to breed you, breed this fucking pretty pussy,” he moans. Neteyam squeezed your neck tightly as he pushed deep inside of you, his balls meeting your asshole as he came inside of you. It was new, like everything you did today… but it was so pleasant and warm. It felt so right and wrong at the same time. Neteyam let go of your neck, leaning down, your foreheads pressed together. You closed your eyes, your body was covered in sweat but you didn't mind it now. You were catching up your breath. Neteyam pulled out and picked you up, he moved you on the huge couch and lay beside you. His cold hand caresses your hair, brushing it off your face. You let yourself catch your breath, you were pretty sure you wouldn't be able to walk. Your body hurt, and neck? Covered in marks.
“Gods,” you groaned. It was so wrong and you were so… you gave up so easily.
“What is it?“ Neteyam looked at you with curiosity. Now, he let himself to be soft but as soon as you were going to be out of sight, he would go back to his cold demeanor. It's the way of being the boss.
“You called me a queen. A queen of what?” Your eyes were closed. You were exhausted and conflincted. You weren't sure why did you submit so easily, why did you enjoy it? He was a fucking creep and a stalker, not to mention he was in the mafia.
“Because you conquered,” his voice was a little raspy.
“Conquered what?” You opened your eyes, confused. Was he high? It wouldn't surprise you, he had money and contacts.
“My soul. You’re the queen of my soul, I love you,” Neteyam smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Cheesy,” you rolled your eyes. How could someone like that be a mafia boss?
“But you love it,” Neteyam chuckled, massaging your shoulders. You were his, and he wasn't going to let anyone take you away from him. “You are mine, sweetheart. I'm never going to let you go. Mine,” his expression became stern once his phone called. It's going to be interesting.
jay I hope you know I love you passionately and deeply you responded the fucking mafia neteyam fic I’m literally crying right now ahhhh love you pookie kisses and hugs
a/n: I advise to read warnings before going straight to the fic! Beautiful dividers from @cafekitsune
Summary: you never know what's hidden beneath the mask.
Word count: 3,2k
Warnings: 18+!, mentions of a murder, mentions of body injuries (not Reader), aged up Neteyam, stalking, noncon, oral (F receiving), piv, no protection, breeding kink, chase, knife play, body betrayal
Dead dove do not eat
You knew someone was watching you, but you didn't expect it to turn out like it did. They say people wear masks every single day, but you didn't expect the Ghostface mask to hide something so familiar.
The feeling of being watched was with you all the time, like a shadow always present and hard to ignore. You tried to convince yourself that it's just paranoia, but deep down, you knew there was more to it. Ever since the Ghostface killer appeared in the news for the first time your anxiety got worse.
You found yourself looking over your shoulder more often, double checking your locks and windows, getting worried over the smallest of sounds. The possibility of Ghostface targeting you was low, but how low? You didn't want to risk it. After all, why not you? You were innocent, and psychos like this loved the innocents the most. Something to prey on, to defile, to break… and weren't you the perfect target? A student living on her own in a shitty neighborhood.
Every day, you could feel someone's eyes on you but whenever you looked over your shoulder there was nothing. You wanted to go on with your life normally, you didn't want to go crazy and have people judge you. Your friends were very supportive, but you didn't think they would understand how scared you are every single day. Your best friend understand you perfectly well, but he was gone for a family trip so you had no one to talk to. He was different… not quite a human, but he understood you like no human could. Maybe Neteyam has more humanity in himself than others.
You were sitting at your Spider’s house, watching a movie of his choosing. It wasn't the best one, but you didn't complain. After all, he was the one that mattered right? Your compatibility and connection… but his focus was on the movie. Spider was really sweet and charming so you decided to give him a chance. You wanted something true and pure to happen to you and with Spider it felt like it might be it. You crossed your legs, trying to get into the plot too. Spider placed his hand on your thigh, caressing it a little. A gesture you welcomed, it's been a while and you're touch starved. Not even a minute after your phone rang, you smiled shyly.
“Sorry, I forgot to turn it off,” you looked at the screen, your eyebrows raising a bit upon seeing ‘unknown’. You picked up, looking around, it was a habit now. “Hello?” Usually, you don't pick up from numbers you do not know… but you had a feeling and you need to pick up from this one.
“Good evening, y/n” the voice on the other end was smooth, almost polite, but there was an underlying menace that sent chills down your spine. You looked at Spider, but he was too engrossed in his movie to notice your discomfort. How did the caller know your name? It must be one of your friends pranking you…
“Who is this?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. After all, you are in a safe house with Spider not so far from the campus. You are going to be fine and no silly prank will change that. Nothing bad could happen here, right?
“You tell me,” a hint of a challenge in his voice. The caller was taunting you and somehow it was filling you up with anxiety.
“Well, I have no idea,” you sighed. It wasn't something funny to you. Prank calls are supposed to be funny but this is just unsettling.
“Do you like scary movies, y/n?” The question was casual, but it sent a chill down your spine. Why would he ask about something like this?
“Stop playing around, Lo’ak. I'm busy right now,” you snapped, your irritation mixing up with the fear.
“Busy? Watching? Or letting him touch you? You are better than that, y/n,” the worst taunted, dripping with disdain. But who did he despise? You? Or Spider? Your heart skipped a beat. Did Spider tell Lo'ak you were going to visit? Was the called really Lo’ak? What kind of a sick joke was that? “Not Lo’ak. Keep guessing.” You looked around the living room, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. Now you didn't feel as safe as you did before.
“Who the hell is this?” you demanded, raising your voice in panic. Spider looked at you with concern. But that only made the caller chuckle, he was mocking you.
“Let's just say. I'm so much closer than you realize, in every meaning of this sentence,” there was a sinister edge to his words that made your blood run cold. Without another word, you hung up, your hands trembling. You couldn't handle any more of this twisted prank. Spider paused the movie, he approached you with a worried expression.
“Are you okay? What was that anyway?” He rubbed your back, to comfort you a little. Spider suspected it was a stupid joke but seeing you so scared moved him a little.
“A prank call. It was just very weird,” you let Spider lead you back to the couch. You clung to him, calming down a little. His arm around your shoulders, giving you a sense of safety. You were feeling better, but you couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched… as always. Spider held you close, his presence reassuring.
“It's just a prank, don't let it get to you,” he sighed. You nodded, trying to believe his words. On the other hand, the voice on the phone felt too real, too menacing… and the way he knew about Spider. Your phone kept calling, filling you with worry. “You want me to get it?” Spider offered. He had no problem with handling a stupid teenager or a creep.
“No, I'll do it,” you tried to sound braver than you felt. You answered the call again, feeling better with Spider close to you.
“Don't hang up on me again,” the caller hissed. His voice dripping with menace and for a second you thought, what if you are talking to the actual devil? There was ringing upstairs.
“Shit, my phone. I will be back,” Spider patted your shoulder before running upstairs. You sighed, realizing you are alone again.
“What do you want? I don't find this funny anymore,” you were scared of course… but you were angry. Who could ruin your date like this? Your mood and wellbeing? Who does that to another human being? The caller was silent, you weren't even sure if he's still there. “Hello?” No answer… you hung up, shaking your head in disbelief. “Do you need help finding your phone?” You call out to Spider. He always loses his phone so it wasn't a surprise it was taking him longer. Spider didn't respond so you walked upstairs. “Have you found it?” You scan every single room with no success until you reach his bedroom. Your phone fell out of your hand as you gasped in terror.
Your date was gut open like a fucking animal. Spider's body was lying down mutilated, his insides spilling out. You looked away feeling as if you were going to throw up. It was disgusting and terrifying. But not as terrifying as the realization that you are here alone, with the predator who most likely wanted to give you the same treatment. You realized just now it was the Ghostface… You ran out of the house, feeling terrible about leaving Spider's body here but you refused to just give up. You sprinted into the woods. In the house, he would catch you for sure, but here? Here, you had a chance to fight and it was all that mattered.
“Running won't save you, pretty girl.” His voice echoed through the trees, taunting you. You glanced over your shoulder, your eyes widening upon noticing the figure in black robes and a ghostface mask walking calmly after you. He was close… to close. You pushed yourself harder, even though you couldn't breathe, even though your heart hurt. “You are just making it even more fun for me. You can't hide from me, I know you too well. I am everywhere,” his voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. You have never been so scared, but you forced yourself to stay focused. You stumbled over a root, quickly gathering yourself and continuing the run. Every step was a struggle, your heart beating quickly as if it wanted to jump out of your chest… but you couldn't stop. Not now. “Is this the best you can do? I thought you were smarter than this,” he taunts. You ignored him, struggling to breathe. You could hear his steps, urgent yet patient. You zigzagged through the trees, hoping to lose him, but he was always there… right behind you. There was silence… you kept pushing forward until you dared to look back.
“Where are you?” You whispered, frantically looking around. He was gone. Ghostface lost you… You closed your eyes, trying to breathe normally again. Just then a hand clamped over your mouth, stifling your scream. Another hand pulled you closer by your waist from behind, against a solid chest. You kicked, trying to break free but it was futile. There was no escaping his grip.
“Shhhh, sshhh, shhh. Did you really think you could escape me, little bunny?” he whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. You thrashed harder, your heart pounding in your chest. “Don't worry. I will take care of such a pretty bunny like you,” he pinned you against the tree, getting rid of the pretty dress you were wearing. “All dressed up? What a shame he won't see this,” he cut through the fabric of your clothes with a sharp knife, causing you to tremble. You were vulnerable, defenseless, cornered like a prey… like a bunny.
“Get away! Get away!” Your screams stifled. You were no match for him, he was much stronger… yet you didn't wish to give up. Once Ghostface got you completely naked, he pushed you on the ground on your back. You hated him for what he did, was doing, and what he is going to do. Why then deep down there's a hint of excitement? You were disgusted. The huge palm over your mouth prevents you from screaming, no matter how hard you bite into it. Ghostface pushed your legs forward, revealing your pussy to him.
“And you are so innocent… I don't think innocent little bunnies get wet for killers.” As much as you did want to argue, his hand prevented you from doing so. You kicked and pushed with no success yet. Ghostface tilted your chin up, as he didn't want you to catch the glimpse of his skin as he raised the mask a little, just so his lips could connect with your pussy. He hummed, enjoying how wet you already were. It turned you on more than he expected. “So fucking tasty,” he moans into your pussy, enjoying it like one of the greatest meals he had ever gotten to try. You held back every single sound that wanted to escape your lips. You didn't want to enjoy it, you wanted to be disgusted and furious. You weren't supposed to enjoy it… you bit on his hand hard as he focused on sucking on your clit. You wanted to push his head away, but it was like he was made of stone. Nothing could move him. “Stop whining. I am a gentleman who prepares you, if I was an asshole I would have you suck me off, no? Be a good little bunny and enjoy,” he suckled, eating you out sloppily. You wanted to ignore the pleasure building up in your stomach… you really did, but it felt as if your body was betraying you… for him. Ghostface was eating your pussy like he waited for it his whole life. It was disturbing. You had no idea who it was, you wanted to run away and never go back… yet your body was reacting to him. “Come on, bunny. Cum for your new master. Show how happy you are to be owned by me,” he mumbled against your pussy, mixing the techniques to make you feel as good as he possibly can. He wasn't a monster… he will pleasure you a bit before completely destroying you. You held back and you wished you did that for longer, but you came undone under his experienced mouth. You took a deep breath, struggling again which only seemed to amuse Ghostface more. “Bunny already trying to run away? Not even going to please your master?” He easily manhandled you into a doggy position, pushing your head down to the ground as your ass remained up. You wanted to crawl away, anything to escape his grip but you were too weak. Ghostface got behind you easily, his cock rubbing against your wet folds. He put his knife against your neck, not eager to play any games now.
“No, no, no, no,” you could already tell it was huge, the thought made you both excited and terrified. How could you explain this? How come you were finding this exciting? Ghostface didn't let you wonder for too long, pushing himself inside you once his cock was coated in your wetness.
“Fuck, bunny. You are so tight. Such a perfect toy for me… Once I saw you with Spider I need my plan needs to happen faster.” You yelped, gripping the ground underneath you desperately. It felt as if he was ripping you apart. Your eyes filled up with tears as you bit your lip hard. Ghostface gave you some time to adjust, knowing that he's so much bigger than average men. His fingers caressing your clit gently, trying to get you even wetter so it goes smoothly. You were losing the strength to fight… Why fight? He was already doing as he wished, and your body didn't seem to complain much. Getting stretched out by that thick cock of his, your walls were giving in quite easily. As if your body belonged to him. Ghostface began to move in and out of you slowly, enjoying the way your hungry pussy clung to him. Gradually, he was increasing the pace of his thrusts, feeling how easier it was becoming to move in and out of you. His fingers rubbing against your clit in circles. As his other hand traced all over your back with the blade, sending chills down your spine. The previous pain was mixing up with pleasure, and you couldn't hold back your sounds of pleasure anymore. You will hate yourself for that later but now, you enjoyed what he was doing to you and how he was making you feel. “Such a tight little bunny. Squeezing my cock so much. It's like your pussy wants me to stay here forever, no? So wet too… you're just a deranged slut who deems herself innocent, but do you feel this, bunny? How wet you are getting for a masked killer who chased you through the woods?” Ghostface gets rough, pressing on your lower back, causing your head to be pressed to the ground. His cock deep inside of you, you weren't sure it's possible for someone to reach so deep inside of you… “Dumb little bunny, you think you could escape this?” He taunts, taking pleasure in degrading you in such a way. You were a conflicted mess, brain filled with nothing but thoughts of how good his dick felt inside of you. You were getting close to the edge again, Ghostface could feel your walls clenching around his cock. “Is that slutty bunny going to cum for me again? Such an obedient little whore… but I want to see you cum,” he flipped you over onn your back, putting his weight on you. You whimpered needily, feeling empty after he pulled out for a moment. You were desperate to cum on his cock. Your pride, morals, and rules didn't matter now. All that mattered was his cock inside of you making you cum. Ghostface pushed back in, groaning as your pussy sucked him back in eagerly. You were truly perfect for him. His knife tracing around your collarbones, moving down to your breasts. Somehow, it was arousing. The cold blade against your warm skin, the danger.
“Please,” you whimpered, looking up at him. You weren't sure if you were asking for him to keep going or to stop. You just needed something. Ghostface decided for you, thrusting in and out of you at a punishing pace, his fingers playing with your needy clit. He intended to push you towards the edge… and then off of it. The blade against your neck, pressed a little harder than before. Ghostface didn't miss how it made you clench.
“Master's perfect bunny. That's right, don't think of anything. Dumb little bunnies like you don't need to think for themselves. Let your master think for you, bunny. You just need to enjoy what I'm giving you.” Normally, you would resist, you would say something back, but you were too damn close to orgasm to think. Your eyes rolling back with every deep thrust. His tip seems to hit your g-spot every single time. “Cum for your master. And when you do master's going to breed you, pump you full of my potent seed. I'm going to claim you, bunny. You are going to be mine and mine only,” he slowed down but the intensity of his moves increased. "Moan for your master, bunny"
“Such a pretty obedient slut for me. You are making your master proud, bunny. For that I'm going to cum inside. I will give you so many little bunnies,” he groans. His cock was twitching inside of you, signaling that he's close and of course, he had no intention of pulling out. He wanted to claim you as completely and utterly his. He wanted you to bear the evidence of what happened tonight in this forest. He wanted you to remember. Even though you were weak you forced yourself forward and you pulled the mask off, gasping as it revealed the handsome blue face you knew perfectly. Your fucking best friend. The epitome of innocence was murdering people with a knife. He was the one who stalked you the whole time, making you feel like you are paranoid. “Surprised? Silly bunny,” he took off the voice changing device. Neteyam pumped you full of his cum, keeping eye contact with you. He didn't seem ashamed or regretful, he seemed pretty proud of what he did. His beautiful eyes flashing with possessiveness and obsession. Neteyam was down bad for you. You didn't know if you should feel betrayed, depressed, or angry. That man was the epitome of innocence, how come he was behind every cruel thing that happened today? And not only… Ever since he met you, he knew you were going to be his. Neteyam isn't human, you couldn't possibly expect him to act like one. Every single day he made sure you were safe by observing you. You are such an adorable bunny, he needed to make sure no one's going to steal you. Neteyam
“Oh my gosh, oh fuck,” your body shook as the wave of pleasure washed over you again, moaning loudly. Ghostface kept going, fucking you through your high. You knew it shouldn't be happening. You should be devastated but somehow you enjoyed everything.
“It's going to be okay, little bunny. You are safe with me… forever” he planted a tender kiss on your forehead before offering you the black robes. You belonged to him now, his little bunny.
Hello dear as I entered prayer at dawn and opened the sacred gates of vision, your spirit was brought before me with powerful clarity. Your name echoed through the realm of the ancestors, and a guiding presence whispered that you were in urgent need of divine revelation
ummm excuse me I’m already Christian but thank you
Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat! Abusive husband, cigarette smoking, alcohol use, attempted sex trafficking/prostitution, references to past rape, FFF threesome, clit rubbing (r! receiving), strangulation, oral sex (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), ice play, strap on usage (r! receiving), allusions to torture, death, happy ending!!
Notes: This is a dark fic with dark content. There is violence, smut, and references to past sexual abuse throughout. Read at your own discretion.
The bathroom mirror was still foggy from your bath, but you could see enough to fix your hair and makeup. Tony only let you wear cosmetics when he needed something from you, you mused sadly as you traced black liner along your upper lash line with a practiced hand. You hoped tonight wouldn’t be like the past. He’d promised it wouldn’t be. Blinking a few times, you inspected your work; it was passable. Your dress, the little black thing he always told you to wear, clung to your hips and breasts, intentionally a size too small.
Your husband leant against the doorframe behind you, watching silently as you worked. He always did.
“Will you tell me where we’re going?” you asked softly, keeping your eyes on the mirror.
His reflection smirked faintly, but his eyes were sharp. “Out,” he said flatly, smoking his cigarette.
“Out where?” you pressed, looking at him through the mirror. Your voice was small, afraid. “I just…I’d like to know.”
“Does it matter?” he snapped suddenly, straightening. His smirk had hardened into something cruel, and his voice dropped into that familiar tone of condescension that made your stomach twist. “What, you need a fuckin’ itinerary now? Jesus Christ. Just do as you’re told and get ready.”
You froze, and busied yourself with your lipstick to hide the stinging in your eyes. “Sorry, Tony,” you murmured.
“Yeah, you’re sorry,” he muttered, stepping closer now, resting his hands on the sink beside you, caging you between his arms. His breath was hot against your ear as he added, “Now hurry the hell up and stop asking stupid questions. You’re here to look pretty tonight. That’s it. I’ll do the talking. Don’t ruin it.”
He pulled back, leaving you standing there clutching your lipstick, your knuckles white, your heart hammering in your chest.
When you finally dared glance back at your reflection, you barely recognised the woman staring back at you.
But you still picked up your clutch. And you still followed him out the door.
You’d learned a long time ago what happened if you didn’t.
The speakeasy was louder than you expected, given the nature of its business. That just meant they weren't afraid of the cops showing up.
The heavy doors swung shut behind you, muffling the cool night air and swallowing you into a haze of smoke and low light. Lively jazz music filled the air, bodies moving on the dance floor in a swirl of silk, feathers, and diamonds.
You clutched your purse close, trying not to trip on the dark carpet as Tony made his way toward the back, his hand gripping your wrist as he pulled you along.
You’d never been here before, though you’d heard whispers about it: The Last Drop, a high-end speakeasy that everyone knew was just a front for something even worse.
But Tony was confident as he walked, like he owned the place.
Everywhere you looked, people were watching him. But not in a good way.
A man sitting at the bar sneered openly as you passed, muttering something you couldn’t catch. A pair of women in sequined dresses glared. Even the bartender, tall and broad-shouldered, with a polished glass in hand, shot your husband a look of pure disgust before serving another customer.
You didn’t know what you’d expected. But it wasn’t this.
When you reached a roped-off metal staircase near the back, a woman with a metal arm and a black shirt stepped in front of you. She wore no smile, just a faint, disdainful curl of her lip.
“Well, well,” she said, folding her arms over her chest. “Finally come to settle up? The bosses had almost run out of patience.”
Your husband stiffened but didn’t answer, just straightened his jacket and muttered, “Just tell ‘em I'm here, Sev.”
The bouncer’s eyes flicked to you and something passed over her face. Not kindness, exactly. But maybe pity.
“Sure,” she said finally, and unhooked the rope. “Let's not keep them waiting.”
You glanced at your husband, but he didn’t even look at you as he followed ‘Sev’ up the staircase, shoulders tight, jaw set.
You followed, heart in your throat.
She led you along the carpeted upper walkway, into a quieter corner of the club. The music was audible just enough to create atmosphere. The air was cooler, sharper, like stepping into another world.
They were already there, waiting.
In a round padded booth sat two women. They were both stunningly beautiful, in different ways.
The tall woman on the right was striking, even in her stillness. She wore a crisp navy blazer over a matching waistcoat that accentuated her curves. Her long legs were crossed under the table, a hand clad in a cream leather glove held a crystal wine glass. An eyepatch covered her left eye, her remaining eye a beautiful ice-blue, watching you closely as you and your husband approached. Her expression didn’t change. She could have been carved from marble.
Beside her sprawled a woman with pink hair. She lounged with one arm along the back of the booth, legs spread wide in pinstripe trousers, the corner of her mouth curled into a sharp, cocky grin. Her crisp white shirt had the top buttons open, suspenders over her shoulders. Her sleeves were rolled up, exposing her tattooed forearms. She drummed her fingers lazily on the table, sizing you both up like a cat watching canaries in a cage.
Your husband straightened his jacket again – he was nervous – shot you a quick look, and forced a smile as he stepped closer.
The pink-haired butch spoke first, her grin lazy and sharp at the edges. “Look who finally decided to show his sorry ass.”
“Evening, bosses,” he said, trying to sound smooth. “Good to see you again, Cait, Vi. Sorry we kept you waiting,” he said with a greasy laugh, practically shoving you into the booth. He sat down after you, his leg bouncing nervously under the table.
“It’s Caitlyn to you, Tony,” the blue-haired femme corrected coldly, swirling the wine in her glass. “We’re not exactly on good terms right now.”
He started a bumbling apology, but the pink-haired woman – Vi – interrupted him.
“Drink?” she drawled, already signalling to a waiting attendant. Two crystal tumblers were placed on the table only seconds later, filled with a deep amber liquor that burned just to look at. Not to mention the illegality of the drink.
Your husband gave a nervous little laugh, taking one eagerly.
“Thanks. See?” he said, tipping it toward them. “We’re all friends here.”
Vi grinned wide, showing teeth as she lit a cigarette. She held open her silver case to you. “Want one, baby?”
Tony tried to reach over to take one, when she snapped it closed near his fingers. He pulled his hand back, chastised.
“Was I talkin’ to you?” she snapped. “Men. No fuckin’ manners.” She looked back at you, softer. “You want one, sweetheart?”
You blushed, gently shaking your head. “No, thank you, ma’am.”
She closed the case more softly, placing it in front of you with the matching silver lighter. “S’there if you change your mind.”
Caitlyn’s gloved fingers just twirled the stem of her own glass. “Friends, Tony?” she said flatly, finally speaking. Her voice was low and cold, and it made the hairs on your arms stand up. “That’s one word for it. Do you treat all your friends this poorly?”
Your husband blinked. “I-I don’t know what you mean, Caitlyn.”
“Don’t insult me,” she cut him off sharply. “You’re here because you’ve been given too many chances already. You’re on your last leg, and you know it.”
“You know how business is, especially in this economy! But I-I got somethin’ to make it up to you! Make us square.”
Your heart sank. You knew where this was going. You’d been here before. Many times.
Caitlyn arched an eyebrow, clearly sceptical, but didn’t speak.
Vi tilted her head, studying him. “That so? Don’t tell us: you finally got the cash together.” She turned in the booth a little, now more open to the two of you.
“Not…Exactly,” he admitted, and you felt your stomach drop. You already knew that tone of his. The one he used when he was about to do something vile. He threw an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer, grinning at the two women across from you. “I got you somethin’ better. Her.”
There it was. You froze. Your fingers curled in your lap as the words sank in.
Vi just snorted softly, shaking her head in disbelief. Caitlyn didn’t even blink.
He leant forward across the booth, his hand tight around your shoulder, his fingers already leaving marks, his voice low and desperate. “You can have her. Call it collateral. Until I get the money sorted, which I will! You can do whatever you want with her – put her in one of your bordellos, give her to your men, put her on a street corner – I don’t care. Just don’t…Don’t hurt me, alright? You know I’ll pay you back.”
And suddenly it all clicked. The way he’d been on edge all day. The way he’d said nothing when you’d asked why you were coming here. The way his hand had gripped your arm all the way up the stairs.
“You’re…Selling me?”
His jaw tightened, his fingers curling into the fabric of your sleeve as he hissed under his breath. “I need the money. You don’t know what they’ll do to me if I don’t pay. This is just business, I'll get you back after. Don’t make a scene.”
You stared at him, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as his hand dug painfully into your arm. Your lips trembled as you spoke, broken, small, disbelieving.
“You promised I wouldn’t have to do this again, Tony.”
His head snapped toward you, his face twisting in a flash of anger. “Shut your fuckin’ mouth,” he hissed.
But Vi’s grin dropped, and Caitlyn’s expression turned sharp as their eyes darted to you.
“Again, darling?” she asked, surprisingly soft.
Vi whistled low. “Oh, honey,” she said, her tone dripping with a strange, cruel tenderness as she leaned toward you. “You mean this ain’t the first time he’s sold you off to cover his sorry ass?”
Your husband swallowed hard, his hands tightening around his glass.
The silence that followed was deafening.
You sniffled. “How much does he owe?” you asked quietly, your fingers twisting in your lap.
Caitlyn looked at you closely. “Last tally was 5G’s.”
Your breath caught in your throat. “Five…?”
“Afraid so, darling.”
Your hands trembled. You reached out for Vi’s cigarette case in front of you, trying to open it with shaking fingers.
She took pity on you. She took one out for you, placing it between your lips, opening her lighter. “Here, baby.” She held the flame up for you as you held the tip of the cigarette to the flame, inhaling unevenly.
Taking your first puff, your eyes filled. “$5,000, Tony?” you cried. “The house isn’t worth that! What have you been doing?”
“Drinking, gambling, whoring…” Vi explained before he could lie to you.
“You know those bordellos he’s so keen to send you to?” Caitlyn asked. “He was one of our regulars. Until he stopped paying the tab. After that, he went to the cards; he’s got the worst poker face in the world, but would never just cut his losses.”
You smoked again, trying to calm your nerves. A hand stroked the back of your neck tenderly.
Too tenderly for Tony.
Vi.
You sniffled again. “So…What happens now? Do I have to…?”
Caitlyn set her glass down and leaned back in her seat, crossing one leg over the other. Her lip curled faintly, and she finally spoke, her voice low and precise. “We don’t peddle flesh,” she said flatly, disdain lacing every word. “The girls who work for us choose to do so. And I don't get the impression that's the case here, darling.”
Your husband spoke up. “Look, I’m not sayin’ you gotta…Peddle her. Just take her. Have her. Use her. Whatever you want. You’re telling me she’s not worth-?”
Caitlyn interrupted, repeating coldly, “We don’t peddle flesh.” She gave your husband a withering stare, like he was something stuck to the bottom of her shoe.
“What if I…” your throat clenched, and you had to wipe tears off your cheeks, “What if I went-?”
“Sweetheart,” Vi said softly, leaning into your ear, “Let us talk for a minute, okay? Have your drink,” she put the glass of whiskey in your hand, nudging it up to your mouth.
You drank obediently, just drinking and smoking silently, waiting for a verdict on your fate.
Tony watched your interaction, fury bubbling inside him at someone being gentle with you. “She can work, Caitlyn! Okay? Put her in one of those places, she’ll make you the money back in no time! She’s a good fuckin’ whore, okay?”
You wept at your husband’s words, your chin falling to your chest.
Vi’s hand, still on the back of your neck, kept rubbing tenderly. Wanting nothing more than to tear him limb from limb.
“As you know, our girls are $20 an hour,” Caitlyn said coldly. “We keep 7. Do you know how long it would take her to earn 5G for us, at $7 an hour?”
“Well, just keep all $20, she don’t need it!”
“So, your poor wife does 250 hours of work and gets nothing out of it?” Caitlyn raised an eyebrow sarcastically. “Not very gentlemanly of you, Tony.”
“Caitlyn, please-”
“We will take her off your hands, though.”
Your heart dropped, as his face lit up.
“Really?”
Caitlyn nodded, sipping her wine. “Yes. She’s not your problem anymore.”
He breathed a sigh of relief, slumping back down in the booth. “Oh, thank you! Thank you, Cait-”
Vi smirked at your husband. “We didn’t say this clears your tab.”
Your husband’s face fell. “Wha...? Vi, c’mon, I-”
“Your debt stays,” she cut him off, voice hard. “But hey. Look on the bright side,” her smirk widened, taking the cigarette out of your hand gently, inhaling deeply, blowing a lazy stream of smoke in his direction, “At least you won’t have to worry about her anymore. Now you can focus on how to get us our money.” She gave you back the cigarette, her fingers lingering against yours.
The booth went quiet after Vi’s words.
Tony froze, blinking between the two of them. “Wait...” he stammered, “You’re…You’re takin’ her anyway? But I thought-”
Vi leaned back lazily, grinned at him. She spoke, her tone mocking. “You really thought handing your wife over was just gonna buy you out? That’s not how we do business.”
“Our debt is with you, Tony,” Caitlyn scolded. “Not this poor woman.”
Your husband’s face flushed, his hands clenching into fists on the table. “No,” he hissed, panic seeping into his voice. “No, you can’t just take her and still make me pay! That’s...That’s not...”
He started to stand, yanking at your arm, making you gasp in pain. “We’re leaving.”
But before you could even move, the bodyguard – Sev – broad-shouldered and silent, posted just beyond the curtain, stepped forward and planted a firm hand on your husband’s shoulder.
“Sit down,” she said evenly.
Your husband stumbled, his grip on you faltered as he dropped back onto the seat.
Vi’s arm was already sliding around your waist, lifting you over her lap and placing you between her and Caitlyn with an easy, possessive strength. “Come here, baby,” she purred near your ear, her breath warm against your neck.
Her fingers traced lazy circles high on your thigh, her other arm draped casually around your shoulders as she leaned in to murmur in your ear. “Pretty thing like you, stuck with a piece of shit like him? Don’t make much sense,” she purred. “So, tell me, sweetheart: what’s he done to you?”
You hesitated, lips parting as you glanced past her at your husband. His glare was sharp, venomous, but the pressure of Vi’s hand running up and down your thigh and Caitlyn’s calm presence behind you reminded you who was really in control.
Caitlyn’s icy voice followed, quiet and cutting. “Don’t look at him, darling,” she put a finger under your chin, turning your head. “Look at me.”
Your eyes snapped to hers. She tilted her head, blue eye glittering in the dim light. “Tell us,” she said. “Tell us how he’s treated you. Don’t hold back. We want the ugly details.”
You swallowed hard, but the words started spilling before you could stop them, their touch the softest you’d felt in years. “He…He hits me,” you said softly.
He stiffened, opening his mouth, but Sev squeezed even harder on his shoulder until it clicked, shutting him up with a pained grunt.
Vi made a low, unimpressed noise as she pressed her lips to your neck. “Figures,” she murmured darkly.
“Go on,” Caitlyn said coolly, her gloved fingertips tapping the table as she held your chin gently. “What else?”
You trembled slightly as Vi’s hand slowly slid over your dress, stroking your knee. “He calls me names,” you continued, your voice cracking. “Says I’m useless. Stupid. Every time he drinks, he takes it out on me. Broke my rib once.”
You felt Vi’s fingers flex at that, tightening possessively. She let out a sharp laugh that held no humour. “Broke your rib, huh? Real big man,” she sneered, looking over her shoulder to your husband. “What, didn’t like that she’s prettier than you? Didn’t like that she’s better?”
Your husband muttered something under his breath, but Sev silenced him with another squeeze to his shoulder. Something popped, and he stifled a cry.
Caitlyn’s expression barely changed, but her voice dropped another degree colder. “Anything else?” she asked.
You nodded faintly, tears pricking at your eyes now, unable to carry on.
“It’s alright,” she said softly, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. She fixed your husband with a gaze colder than ice. “We’re going to get back every last cent you owe us,” she said, her voice calm, clipped, and merciless.
Your husband swallowed hard, glancing at Caitlyn like a cornered rat. “But…She was all I had-”
Caitlyn cut him off with nothing more than a slight tilt of her head. “She was never yours to bargain with. And you’d do well to remember that.”
Vi’s laugh was low and wicked as she pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, her hand sliding higher up your thigh as you moaned at her attention. “Oh, she’s ours now, asshole,” she murmured against your ear. “And you’re still screwed.”
Caitlyn’s attention was fixed coldly on your husband. “Don’t insult us by pretending you’d ever pay your debt if we’d put her to work. We all know you’d disappear the second you walked out that door. When you'd sat down, I was going to offer you two days to come back with fifty percent.”
He swallowed thickly, Sev’s metal hand still squeezing his shoulder. “But now?”
She sipped her wine, letting silence fill the booth. “We really don’t appreciate how you’ve treated this sweet little thing,” her hand along the booth stroked the back of your hair, Vi still kissing your neck softly as you moaned weakly. “So now, you’re out of time, Tony. And we’ll have to get our money out of you a different way.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Vi murmured to you now, ignoring your husband completely. “We’ll take good care of you. Won’t we, Cait?”
Caitlyn finally turned her head just slightly, her icy blue gaze meeting yours. She gave you a single, deliberate once-over, then her lip curved into the smallest of smiles, but enough to send a shiver down your spine.
“Yes,” she said smoothly. “We will.”
Vi let out a low growl and kissed the side of your head. “Oh, baby,” she murmured, her lips brushing your ear. “He had no idea what he had, did he?” Her hand slid even higher now, her fingers grazing over your inner thigh as she shifted your legs apart a little.
She glanced at Caitlyn, grinning wickedly. “What d’you think, Cupcake? She’s never been treated right, huh?”
Caitlyn’s lip curved faintly. Her eye met yours. “Have you ever been with a woman before?” she asked, her voice calm but laced with something sharper, more dangerous.
You shook your head, breath hitching as Vi’s thumb dragged slow, taunting circles under your dress. “N-no.”
“Have you ever thought about it?”
You swallowed. “Yes.”
“Can I kiss you, darling?”
You moaned softly, your eyes dropping down to her painted lips. “Yes.”
She smiled, like a fox who’d finally caught a rabbit. “Good girl,” she whispered, finally pressing her lips to yours.
You couldn’t control how loudly you moaned against her. It was wonderful. You could taste her expensive wine on her lips and tongue as she delicately teased your lips open. Someone slipped the cigarette out of your fingers, and your now free hand reached up and touched her cheek.
She smiled against you, holding your own cheek as she deepened the kiss.
Your husband’s breathing was ragged now, his fists clenched on his knees, but Sev’s hand stayed firm on his shoulder, keeping him pinned in his seat. His eyes darted between the two women and you, wide and full of impotent rage.
Vi nudged your thighs apart, her hand slowly creeping under your dress. “We’re gonna make you forget his name, sweetheart.”
Her fingertips touched your pussy through your panties.
You gasped into Caitlyn’s mouth, your eyes shooting open.
Her eye twinkled back at you. “Is that alright, darling? If Violet touches you?”
You whimpered, nodding desperately as Vi’s fingers gently circled your clit over the material.
“Relax for me, sweetheart,” Vi murmured against your neck, her voice low and husky, her breath hot where it ghosted over your skin. Her fingers circled you with care, coaxing little gasps from your lips. “That’s it. You’re okay. I got you.”
The tenderness in her touch almost broke you; it was more kindness than you’d been shown in years.
Vi circled the spot at the top of your pussy that made you see stars, her fingertips gently moving over you, eliciting soft and sweet moans from your lips. Your eyes drifted closed as your hips moved on her fingers.
And then Caitlyn leant in close, her gloved fingers curling under your chin to tilt your head toward her. She didn’t kiss you that time. Instead, she pressed her lips to your ear, whispering words soft enough that only you could hear them.
“You’re doing so well,” she murmured, her cool voice like silk. “You’re beautiful when you let go like this. Let her take care of you. We’ll take care of you now.”
Vi hummed her agreement, kissing along your shoulder, her fingers working you tenderly, as though she had all the time in the world. “That’s right, doll,” she growled softly. “You deserve this. Every bit of it. Let me hear you.”
You gasped again, trembling between them as Caitlyn’s words kept coming, a quiet counterpoint to the way Vi’s fingers worked you higher and higher.
And all your husband could do was sit there, silent, powerless, forced to watch as they claimed you right there between them.
It didn’t take long for you to writhe on Vi’s hand, your pussy clenching on nothing as a soft orgasm rolled through you. Your chest heaved as you panted, both women whispering praise in your ears as they held you through it.
“You liked that, baby?” Vi teased in your ear. “Came apart for me so fast. Did it feel good?”
“I…” you gasped when her fingers only slowed down a little, “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
They both looked at you curiously.
Caitlyn asked for the both of them. “Have you not experienced that before, darling?”
You shook your head.
Vi’s eyes widened. “Never? Not once?”
You shook your head again. “No.”
The butch glared at your husband over her shoulder. “What the fuck have you been doing with her?” She looked back at you. “How long have you been married?”
“Eight years,” you answered, sipping the whiskey Caitlyn handed to you.
“So, in eight fuckin’ years, he’s never once made you fall apart like that?”
You frowned, feeling oddly ashamed. “Was he supposed to? Did I do it wrong?”
Vi groaned into your neck, pressing reassuring kisses to your skin. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re perfect. It’s him that’s been doing it wrong.”
“Not that that will be a concern for much longer,” Caitlyn threatened. “Let’s head upstairs, darling.”
She elegantly slid out of the booth, holding out her hand for you. You took it, even as you looked back to see Sev pull your husband out the other end, dragging him to his feet as Vi went out that side. She grabbed his upper arm, twisting it behind him as she and Sev frog-marched him after you and Caitlyn.
The club’s music and chatter faded as Caitlyn wrapped an arm possessively around your waist, guiding you through a door at the end of the upper walkway, down a plain concrete corridor, and through another door at the end. Vi and Sev followed close behind, dragging your husband along between them even as he tried to resist.
You arrived in a softly-lit, richly decorated office. The scent of leather and expensive whiskey hung in the air. A wide, low, maroon leather sofa sat around a coffee table and expensive rug, matching armchairs accompanying it.
Caitlyn led you to a drinks cabinet against a wall, keeping you distracted whilst Vi and Sev secured your husband to a cheap metal chair opposite the sofa.
Caitlyn asked you gently what drink you’d prefer, letting you smell the aroma of a sweet smoky bourbon as the two women made quick work of tying Tony’s wrists and ankles to the chair, ignoring his sputtering protests. He strained against the ropes uselessly, frantically looking around the room for some sort of escape.
There would be none.
Vi gave their bodyguard a nod. “Thanks, ‘Vika.”
She nodded and left the room, standing guard outside.
You and Caitlyn sipped some of the bourbon together, before she stroked your cheek. “Darling, why don’t you go freshen up in the bathroom?”
Vi was behind you, her calloused palms sliding over your hips tenderly. “We just need a quick word with this sack o’ shit.”
You glanced at him nervously. “What are you going to do to him?”
“I think you should focus on what we’re going to do to you,” Caitlyn smirked charmingly, pecking your lips. “Go on.”
Vi nudged you towards a door, nodding encouragingly even when you hesitated to close it behind you.
The moment you did, their body language changed.
Caitlyn’s back straightened and her shoulders braced back, making herself even taller. Vi rolled her neck and shoulders back, clicking her knuckles. Turning on Tony, she approached him slowly.
He shook his head beseechingly. “Vi, Vi, we don’t…We don’t have to do this! I’ll get the money, I promise!”
She shook her head, coming down to his level. “This ain’t about the money anymore, and you know it.”
Caitlyn approached, unbuckling her belt from her trousers. “Besides, we already have ways to get our money back.”
“Look, I’ll-I’ll go away. I’ll get a fake name, and I’ll go far away. I won’t ever hurt no-one else, I promise!”
Caitlyn walked behind him and passed her belt around his neck, lifting him and the chair. Vi’s hands on his knees forced him back down, putting maximum pressure on his neck from the belt. He couldn’t even gasp, nor choke; not a single sound left his throat as his face turned red and he struggled.
After a few seconds, Caitlyn let go. He dropped back down in the chair, coughing and spluttering as he did, desperately dragging in air to his lungs.
They let him breathe a few times, before Caitlyn tightened the belt and lifted again. Vi forced the chair back down, choking him again. They said nothing as they strangled him, watching his face gradually turn pink, then red, then a shade of purple.
Just as his eyes started to roll back, they stopped. Vi slapped his face until he breathed again, patting his shoulder good-naturedly.
“There you go, buddy,” she said sarcastically. “Don’t pass out. We’re not finished here.”
Cait loosely wrapped the belt around his neck, not restricting his breathing, just leaving it there. For later.
You knocked on the bathroom door from the inside. “Caitlyn? Vi? Should I come out now?”
They smiled to each other, their mood lifted once more.
“Come on out, baby,” Vi called happily.
You came back into the room nervously. You hadn’t heard everything that happened, but you’d heard enough. You smoothed your hands down your dress, walking over to them timidly.
Caitlyn smiled at you genuinely, a gloved hand trailing slowly up your arm. “That dress doesn’t do you justice,” she murmured thoughtfully, her cool blue gaze raking over you.
Vi grinned, steering you toward the sofa. “C’mere, sweetheart,” she murmured, her lips brushing your ear. “Let’s get you comfortable.”
You let them move you, half in a daze, half on fire already from what they’d done to you downstairs. Vi sat down first, sprawling back with that lazy, hungry grin, and pulled you onto her lap, her front to your back.
“You see this, big guy?” she called across the room to your husband, who was straining against the ropes. “This is what she deserves. Not your sorry excuse for a man’s hands on her.”
Caitlyn crossed the room slowly, her stiletto heels clicking on the floor, her eyes locked on you. She slid her jacket from her shoulders in one smooth motion, draping it over the armchair next to the sofa. She knelt elegantly in front of you both.
“You’re trembling,” she noted softly, her gloved fingers brushing your thighs. “Don’t be frightened. You’re safe here. You’re wanted. We only want what you want to offer. If you want us to stop, just say stop.”
Vi nudged your chin to look at her. “Do you understand, sweetheart?”
You nodded.
“Say it for us.”
You swallowed. “I understand.”
“What do you understand?” she pressed.
“I-I can say no. And you’ll stop.”
Vi smiled back at you. “Good girl.”
Caitlyn’s hands gently pushed your dress up, and then froze. “Darling…What’s this?” she asked, voice turning cold.
You looked down in alarm, then your heart started racing.
Her fingers stroked over the angry bruise on your inner thigh, her face set like stone. The round mark was several inches across, a horrible deep purple.
“Um…That’s…”
“Did he do that to you?” Vi asked gently, even as she had to force herself not to kill him there and then.
You bit your lip, and nodded.
“When?”
“A few nights ago.”
“Why?”
Your eyes filled with tears. “He wanted sex. I didn’t want.”
Their hands clenched on you. Caitlyn had to look away so you couldn’t see how murderous her eye became, and Vi buried her face in your hair, gritting her teeth.
“Are there more?” Caitlyn asked softly.
You nodded.
“Can you show us, baby? So we don’t hurt you?”
Caitlyn helped you stand and Vi unzipped the back of your dress. Before she’d even finished, she saw another one. On the left side of your back was another bruise, older than the first. As you shimmied your dress down, Caitlyn saw finger-marks on both breasts; someone had grabbed you, hard. Vi had to breathe deeply when she saw the belt marks across your buttocks.
“How many times, Tony?” she asked harshly, the backs of her fingers gently stroking over the clear lines.
“Vi…” he tried to begin.
“How many!” Vi erupted, immediately regretting it when you whimpered in fright. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry,” she quickly whispered in your ear, pressing apologetic kisses to your shoulder.
“Twenty,” you answered for him. “I asked him if he’d made this month’s mortgage payment.”
“Are you in pain, sweetheart?” Caitlyn asked, gently touching your chin. “I have medicine-”
You shook your head. “No, no, I’m alright. They’re healing.”
She gave you a hard look, sceptical.
“Really,” you asserted. “I’m alright, Caitlyn. I promise.”
“Do you still want this?” she asked, fully prepared to stop.
But you nodded your head. “Yes. Yes, I want this.”
She let herself smile back at you. “Sit back down with Vi.”
Vi sat on the couch again, gently pulling you into her lap, kissing your shoulder again.
Caitlyn knelt between Vi’s spread legs, touching your closed knees gently. “Has anyone ever kissed you down there, sweetheart?”
You flushed red. “N-No. Do people do that?”
They both chuckled.
“Oh yes, darling,” Caitlyn promised, stroking her hands up your thighs. “It will feel intense for you, for the first time, but it’ll be wonderful. Do you want to try it?”
You swallowed your nerves down and nodded.
Vi slipped her hands between your thighs. “Open wide for her, baby.” You blushed again but let the two of them spread your legs, Vi gently cupping your breasts as a reward, being careful of your bruises.
“You’re perfect, darling,” Caitlyn gushed, softly running her fingertips over your shaved skin. She leant down and slowly, gently, tenderly, pressed small kisses over your mound, just enough to let you get used to her touch.
You gasped every time she did so, your hips jolting a little against her. Vi kept her hands moving over you, never letting them settle. Stroking your hips, skimming your sides, cupping your breasts, thumbing your nipples. She whispered praise in your ear, making you shiver every time.
Caitlyn gave your clit its first kiss. You sighed loudly, your head dropping back onto Vi’s shoulder. You whined on the second kiss, and you groaned on the third. When she gently sucked it into her mouth, your eyes shot open.
“Gods!” you cursed, clenching your hands at your sides, unsure what to do with them.
“Hold her hair,” Vi instructed, nudging your hands towards Caitlyn’s head. “Just don’t mess up her bun; you’ll never hear the end of it,” she teased.
You shakily lifted your hands and rested them on Caitlyn’s head, earning a pleased hum from her mouth, sending vibrations through you. She licked up and down your slit, gently exploring your lips, returning to your clit every few seconds, building you up.
Your breath quickly started to come in choppy pants, your chest heaving under Vi’s hands as the feeling from downstairs started building again.
“It’s…It’s happening again,” you moaned, your hips moving against Caitlyn’s head.
“You’re coming?” Vi asked gently.
“I-I think so?” you looked down at Caitlyn, your breath catching when your eyes met hers. Looking at her as she licked your centre sent you over the edge, and you moaned loudly. “I’m coming,” you gasped, your head dropping back as you moaned, your core leaking juices into Caitlyn’s eager mouth, making her moan against you again.
They held you as your hips rolled and bucked, eventually calming down and relaxing into Vi’s lap. She kissed your neck and shoulder throughout, murmuring praise and comfort in your ear. Caitlyn slowly moved her mouth off your centre, placing kisses around your hips and thighs.
“Was that alright, darling?” she asked softly.
You almost laughed at the absurdity of the question.
You were already breathless as you sat sideways on Vi’s lap, your head tipped back as her fingers worked you open, unrelenting. Caitlyn sat poised at your side, her gloved hand stroking along your thigh, whispering little praises to you as you shivered and whimpered for them.
Across the room, Tony strained against the ropes, his face dark with fury and humiliation. He finally snapped, his voice sharp, cracking through the heavy quiet.
“Stop! Just stop it!” he barked. “She’s faking it! No woman enjoys it that much! Nobody sounds like that unless they’re putting on a show.”
You froze, shame washing over you for just a second, but then Vi’s laugh cut through the air, low and dangerous, and Caitlyn’s cold, velvety chuckle followed right behind.
Vi nuzzled into your neck, her breath hot as her fingers kept moving, quick and steady, making you squirm despite yourself. “Oh, that’s rich,” she snorted, her grin pressed against your skin. “That’s what you tell yourself to sleep at night, huh? That it’s her fault you never made her feel like this?”
Caitlyn gave a soft, elegant laugh as she stood, removing her gloves. “How utterly pitiful,” she sneered coolly, her sharp eye cutting to him. “A man who doesn’t even know what it sounds like when a woman is truly enjoying herself.”
Without warning, she shoved her gloves into his mouth, moving her belt up to keep them there, looping it around and buckling it behind his head.
“Now, don’t disturb us again.”
Vi pressed a kiss just under your ear, chuckling darkly as you trembled for her. “Keep watching, pal,” she drawled, her fingers curling just right to draw another desperate sound from your lips. “She’s not faking now. This is real. This is what you wouldn’t give her.”
Your husband’s face was crimson with rage, but he couldn’t look away, couldn’t do anything but sit there and watch as they coaxed another gasp out of you, another shudder, another broken little moan that only made their mocking smiles sharper.
Vi’s laugh rumbled against your back as she shot him one last wicked grin.
“Guess you just weren’t man enough,” she said simply, before turning her attention back to you completely.
And you stopped caring what he thought entirely, because their hands and voices made you forget he even existed.
You trembled, body slack under Caitlyn as her fingers worked you, her calm precision in perfect counterpoint to Vi’s roughness. They’d kept you between them for what felt like hours already, coaxing every sound and shiver from you, filling the room with their low praise and wicked murmurs.
But this time, when Caitlyn’s fingers pressed deeper and your hips flinched back just slightly, she noticed. She always noticed.
Her voice was soft, though no less commanding. “Are you alright, darling? Are you getting sore?”
You swallowed and shook your head, though your voice betrayed you. “I can…I can take it,” you whispered, almost pleading, even as you winced from tenderness. “Please don’t stop…”
Vi laughed softly against your neck, her lips grazing your skin. “Oh, baby…You’re a fighter, huh? You’d let us wreck you completely before you said ‘enough,’ wouldn’t you?”
Your little whimper made Caitlyn’s lips curl into a faint, knowing smile.
Vi glanced up at her. “I’ve got an idea,” she murmured. Without another word, she stood, striding over to the drinks cabinet against the wall, and returned carrying the silver ice bucket in one hand.
The cubes inside clinked as she set it on the low table in front of the sofa. She grabbed a cube in her palm, already slick with meltwater.
“Do you trust us, sweetheart?” Vi asked.
You nodded desperately, ready to take whatever they wanted to give.
“Spread your legs wider for us.”
They coaxed your thighs further apart, Cait gently pinning a thigh between her and the back of the sofa, Vi holding your other back with her right hand.
Vi started first. Her chilled fingertips traced a melting cube over your inner thighs, then directly over your swollen, tender vulva. The shock of cold made you cry out and jerk, but their bodies kept you in place.
“Good girl,” Caitlyn whispered reverently against your ear, and then her long, elegant fingers dipped into the bucket too, plucking out another cube. “Does that feel better, baby?”
Between the two of them, they worked you over slowly and deliberately. The shocking chill of the ice sliding over your clit, tracing teasing circles, then gliding lower over your folds and up your slit, melting rivulets trickling down your skin. Every time you gasped and writhed, they soothed you with soft murmurs and firm hands holding you still.
“See how good this feels?” Vi purred, watching you melt under their touch as the ice melted on your heated skin. “Better already, huh?”
You whimpered as Caitlyn gently eased a single cube inside you, the cold making you shiver violently, and then Vi added another, then another. Carefully, slowly, Caitlyn slid a finger back inside you, moving it in circles to help the icy little shapes soothe your soreness from the inside.
“That’s it,” Caitlyn praised, her lips brushing over your temple. “We’ll take care of you. You just let us.”
Vi’s grin was sharp as she watched you arch and gasp, your body strung tight between them again even as the chill settled deep in your core.
“We’re gonna keep you feeling good all night long, sugar,” she murmured, kissing the side of your neck as Caitlyn’s fingers started to move again, now softer, deliberate, working with the cold inside you.
And as you moaned and writhed between them, you felt nothing of the pain anymore, only the wicked, endless pleasure of belonging to them.
After you’d come again on Caitlyn’s fingers, and then again on Vi’s, Caitlyn rose from the couch, easing your thigh back down from where she’d kept it pinned. Vi held your hair, turned your head towards her, and kissed you passionately, slipping her tongue against yours.
Caitlyn walked over to her desk, unlocked the top drawer, and reached inside. Coming back over to you, she knelt next to you, stroking your cheek when Vi released you.
“I’d like to ask you something, darling,” she said, her voice calm but quieter now. “And I want you to understand: the choice is entirely yours. Whatever you say, we will respect it.”
Your breath hitched as she held up a tangle of leather straps with a glass phallus attached.
But her expression wasn’t cruel. There was no mockery in her sharp blue eye as she held up the glass for you to examine.
“Would this be all right for you, sweetheart?” she asked softly, her tone deliberate but gentle, knowing how heavy the question would be to you. “If you’d rather not, if it brings you any pain, any memories you don’t want to relive – you can say no. And we’ll put it away. We can keep going without it, or we can stop here if you’ve had enough.”
You stared at it for a long moment, your stomach twisting, but not from fear. Not this time.
Vi leaned in, nuzzling into your neck as she murmured, “We ain’t him or any of the others, sweetheart. We’ll only use it to make you feel good. You deserve to know what it can feel like in the right hands. But only if you want to.”
Your lips parted, your voice quiet but clear when you finally whispered,
“Yes. Please.”
A slow, approving smile curved Caitlyn’s mouth as she straightened to her full height.
“Good girl,” she praised, fastening the straps over her tailored trousers.
Vi kissed your neck proudly, her grin hot against your cheek as she purred. “So proud of you, you're so brave.”
Caitlyn adjusted the straps at her hips with smooth, practiced movements, buckling the leather snugly before she sat back on the couch. She leaned against the cushions, her long legs parted slightly, the harness gleaming in the low light from the chandelier.
Her sharp gaze softened as it settled on you.
“Come here, darling,” she murmured, patting her thighs. “This way you can control it.”
Your fingers trembled faintly as Vi helped you shift. She planted a tender kiss against your cheek, her hands firm on your waist as she guided you forward onto Caitlyn’s lap.
Caitlyn nodded faintly, her hand resting lightly on your knee as you moved closer. “You’re in control now,” she added quietly, her tone measured but kind.
You swallowed hard as you climbed onto her lap, straddling her thighs, your knees sinking into the leather cushions on either side of her hips. The strap was cool and smooth against the inside of your thigh as you settled yourself, your hands instinctively clutching her shoulders for balance.
She didn’t grab at you, didn’t rush you; she simply let you breathe, her hands sliding up your sides, her thumbs rubbing slow, soothing circles over your ribs.
“Take your time,” she murmured, her voice steady, her eyes locked on yours. “You decide how this goes; you can stop whenever you want.”
That little bit of courage lit in your chest then, and you nodded faintly, drawing a proud little smile from Caitlyn. Her hands held you steady as you shifted your hips, feeling the tip press and slide against you, waiting until you were ready.
“That’s it,” Caitlyn whispered, her tone low and velvety, her eye never leaving yours. “You’re perfect, darling. Take what you need. Take all you deserve.”
You sank down slowly, gasping as the toy stretched you. But not cruelly, not painfully. Not like the past. Caitlyn’s hands stayed steady at your hips, letting you set the pace entirely, while Vi kissed and whispered praise at your back, her fingers brushing through your hair.
And across the room, the man who’d hurt you, belittled you, sold you, was forced to watch as they remade you into something cherished.
“Good girl,” Caitlyn praised softly when your hips finally met hers, her voice kind and proud as you moaned and whined. “That’s it. You’re doing so well for us.”
Vi’s grin pressed against your neck, her teeth grazing lightly as she added, “Bet he never made you sound this pretty, huh?”
You let out a breathless little laugh through your tears, and for the first time in years, you felt whole.
Caitlyn touched your cheek, gently wiping away tears with her thumb. “Are you alright, darling? Too much?”
You shook your head. “It doesn't hurt,” you breathed in relief, a happy smile creeping onto your face.
They both softened against you.
“It never should have.”
You moved in Caitlyn’s lap, slowly at first, testing your own pace, your own depth. Each time you sank down on her, their hands steadied you with that calm, unshakable control they both carried in everything they did. Caitlyn’s eye never left yours, and every time you gasped or whimpered softly, her lips would curve in the faintest smile, her voice low and soothing.
“That’s it, darling. Look at you, so brave. You're completely perfect, every inch of you.”
Vi was behind you the whole time, her chest warm against your back as she pressed kisses to your shoulders, your neck, your jawline. Her hands roamed lazily, one on your stomach, one brushing up to your breast, and she kept whispering in your ear between kisses.
“You feel that? That’s what you were made for, baby girl, bein’ worshiped like this. You’re gorgeous.”
You lost track of time in their praise, in the way Caitlyn’s fingers flexed against your hips every time you took her deeper, in the way Vi’s teeth grazed your ear when you whimpered her name.
But after a while, your thighs began to shake, your movements faltering as your strength gave out. You tried to keep going, biting your lip, but Caitlyn’s hands stilled you with gentle firmness.
“Shh, darling,” she whispered, her thumbs rubbing little circles into your skin as she leant in, kissing you softly. “No need to tire yourself out. You’ve done beautifully.”
They both eased you back onto your back, the strap never leaving you, their strong hands supporting you as they shifted you down onto the cool couch cushions. You lay back, flushed and trembling, as Caitlyn adjusted herself above you.
Vi crouched at your side, her hand stroking your hair back, murmuring sweet nothings.
Caitlyn hovered over you now, your knees bracketing her hips, her body stretching over yours. The sight of her above you – collected, powerful, and yet so tender – sent another shiver down your spine.
She cupped your cheek in one hand, her thumb brushing away the dampness there.
“We’ll take care of you now,” she promised softly. “Just lie back and let us show you how it should have been all along.”
Vi’s hand squeezed yours, her grin warm and full of pride as Caitlyn pressed her hips forward, gently filling you again, slow and deliberate.
“That’s it, sugar,” Vi murmured, her lips at your temple as you moaned softly. “Let her take care of you. You’re safe.”
Caitlyn’s hips rolled smoothly, her eyes locked on yours as she whispered every word like a vow. “No more pain. No more fear. Only pleasure. Only us.”
And between the two of them – Vi’s mouth at your ear and neck, Caitlyn’s hand holding yours – you truly believed it.
Caitlyn moved above you now, her body poised and commanding yet so unbearably gentle as she worked you with long, deliberate strokes. Her breath was even, her expression serene but darkened with quiet hunger as she watched you writhe beneath her.
Vi’s fingers threaded through your hair, her other hand stroking your cheek, murmuring praise against your temple. “Look at you, sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re perfect like this. Ours. All ours.”
But then something shifted in you – a flicker of defiance sparking deep in your chest. You swallowed, your breaths shallow and shaky, and then you turned your head.
And looked right at him.
Across the room, still tied to the chair, your husband froze when your eyes found his. His face was twisted with rage, shame, disbelief – but he couldn’t look away.
You held his gaze as Caitlyn’s hips rolled into you, steady and relentless, drawing sounds from your lips you’d never known you could make.
Vi noticed first, grinning when she saw where your attention had gone. “That’s it, baby girl,” she whispered, her voice hot against your ear. “You make him watch. Make him see what it looks like when someone actually gives a damn about you. Let him see what he threw away.”
Caitlyn’s sharp blue eye flicked briefly toward him as well, then back down to you with a faint smirk tugging at her mouth. “Good girl,” she murmured approvingly, her pace quickening, her hands firm on your hips. “Let him see you come apart for me.”
Your fingers dug into the cushions, your gaze locked with his even as your body trembled, your lips parting in a soft, broken moan when Caitlyn drove you higher and higher. You refused to look away.
You wanted him to see.
He’d watched men fuck you before, with tears in your eyes then, but they were always tears of pain and shame. You wanted him to see the tears in your eyes now; tears of release this time, of pleasure so overwhelming it made you sob.
Caitlyn’s voice was low and velvety, coaxing you through it. “That’s it, just like that, darling. Show him what it looks like when someone actually knows how to touch you.”
And when it finally crested – when the wave broke and your back arched beneath her, your body clenching around her with a ragged cry – you kept your eyes on his. You watched his face as you came for her, as Caitlyn groaned softly above you and let herself follow you over the edge, her hands tightening on your hips.
You collapsed back against the cushions, chest heaving, still staring at him as his head finally dropped, his fury and shame no longer enough to meet your gaze.
Vi chuckled darkly, pressing a kiss to your damp cheek. “That’s our girl,” she purred smugly. “Took his power right outta his hands and never even broke a sweat.”
Caitlyn stayed above you, brushing her lips to your ear as she whispered, “That’s the last thing he’ll ever see you do. And it’s all the proof he needs that you were never his to ruin.”
And you believed her. Completely.
The office windows glowed, pale orange light seeping in from the waking city outside. The sun was rising.
You lay curled on Vi’s lap, Caitlyn’s jacket draped over you, dazed and boneless as your head rested against her neck. Caitlyn sat on one side, cool and pristine despite the long night, her hand stroking gently over your hair. Vi’s free hand stroked your shin, squeezing gently, her head resting on yours as she breathed slow and steady.
Across the room, Tony was still tied to the chair, slack-jawed, silent now, his face ashen and his shirt clinging to him with sweat.
It was quiet now. Still.
Vi shifted slightly beneath you and glanced at Caitlyn. “You want me to…?” she muttered, tilting her chin toward your husband’s slumped, glaring form still tied to the chair.
Caitlyn shook her head with a faint smile. “No. You take her home. She’s not to see any more of this.”
She pressed another kiss to your temple before standing up. “Sevika,” she called, her voice cool and commanding.
The heavy metal door opened, and Sevika stepped inside, a hulking presence in her dark suit. She cast one look at you in Vi’s arms, then her eyes cut to the chair. The faint curl of her lip said she’d been expecting this.
“You rang?” she drawled.
Caitlyn gestured idly toward the man. “Start laying down the tarps,” she instructed, rolling up her shirt sleeves.
“On it.” Sevika strode into the room. Opening a cabinet, she pulled out several folded plastic sheets, spreading them smoothly across the hardwood floor, her boots echoing softly as she worked.
Vi shifted you a little, easing your limbs back into the soft slip dress they’d removed earlier, tugging the straps over your shoulders with care. “C’mon, sweetheart,” she murmured as you blinked groggily, “let’s get you home. You’ve done more than enough tonight.”
Her arms slid under your knees and your back, scooping you up with effortless strength. You curled into her chest, your cheek pressed against the crook of her neck.
You barely registered Sevika speaking low into the phone on the desk behind you as Vi carried you toward the door.
“…Same rates for all the parts?” Sevika asked. “Delivery in a few hours. Nah, don’t worry. Package’ll still be breathing when you get it. …Yeah. Yeah, doc. See you soon.”
Vi just smirked darkly at Caitlyn over her shoulder as she left to take you home. Not to the place you'd lived in before. Your new home. With them.
Caitlyn was already at her desk, laying out a neat row of gleaming tools that caught the dim light: pliers, knives, pincers, hammers…
Picking up the pliers, she made her way over to Tony as he started begging behind the gag, shaking his head as he cried.
“Save your tears, Tony; we've got a long way to go before your horrid life is at an end. You’re not worth the bullet it would take to kill you or the cement to weigh you down in the river,” Caitlyn murmured, her tone flat and clinical. “But you won't go to waste. There are parts of you that still have value...Heart, lungs, kidneys, liver.”
Tony's eyes widened and he started bawling.
“That's the doc’s job, though. We've got hours yet,” she clicked the pliers menacingly.
“No one hurts what’s ours.”
The sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, warm and golden on your bare skin. You blinked slowly as you woke, still drowsy, still cocooned in silken sheets that always smelled faintly of Caitlyn’s expensive perfume and Vi’s cigarette smoke.
The bed was enormous, soft enough to swallow you whole, as you lay on your stomach, one of Vi’s arms draped over your waist, possessive even sleep. Caitlyn was already awake, of course – she sat in a chair by the window, long legs crossed, a book resting in her lap.
She looked up when you stirred, and a small smile curled her lips. “Good morning, darling,” she said softly, her voice like velvet in the quiet of the room.
You couldn’t help but smile back, even though your throat felt tight. You still weren’t used to this: waking up warm and safe, instead of cold and afraid. Waking up without bruises. Waking up without him.
You didn’t know what they did to him. Only that they got their money back.
Vi shifted behind you with a sleepy groan, nuzzling into your shoulder. “Mmm. She’s up,” she muttered, her voice rough and low. “’Bout time. Was starting to miss that pretty smile.”
You laughed faintly, ducking your head as your cheeks heated. Vi’s arm tightened around you, pulling you back against her chest, and Caitlyn set her book aside to stand and join you both on the bed.
“Still tired?” Caitlyn asked gently as she sat on the edge of the mattress, her cool fingers brushing a lock of hair from your cheek.
“Just…Thinking,” you admitted quietly.
Vi grunted, shifting up to rest her chin on your shoulder, her hand splaying low on your stomach. “Uh-oh,” she teased lightly. “Don’t do that. You’re not allowed to think too hard about anything anymore. You’re a kept woman, remember?”
Caitlyn smirked faintly, though her sharp eye softened as she looked at you. “She’s right,” Caitlyn said simply, her fingers traced down your jaw. “You don’t need to think about him. Or any of it. That life is over, darling. You’re ours now.”
The past few months had been a blur of silk and leather, of whispered promises and passionate kisses, of expensive clothes and quiet nights in their arms.
You only knew you didn't wake up afraid anymore. And you never would again.
How You Get The Girl🎧 ༘♡ A Lo'reya spin-off from HYGTB
to his disdain, Ao'nung finds out his beloved, beautiful, and innocent little sister Tsireya has been dating his disgusting, arrogant, teammate but rival Lo'ak. But how did it happen? | A behind-the-scenes thread.
♡ how they met.
Tsireya had always loved jogging early in the morning— it had been difficult not to pick up at least one of Ao'nung's obsessed jock routines growing up. In her first days as a freshman, she quickly mapped out a 30-minute route to follow every morning: from her dorm, she'd go down the serene streets, past the hockey arena, and head toward the cute coffee place her roommate had recommended before going back.
On her official third consecutive morning, however, she realized she wasn't alone. A tall, fairly tanned boy, braids always tied in a low ponytail and eyes so warm and sharp they could cut anyone with a glance, routinely stepped out from the athletes' residence hall just as she ran past the building. He'd adjust the headphones over his head before sprinting past her. Tsireya never had enough time to study his traits thoroughly before he'd start jogging, so she quickly made do with the idea that he'd simply be some attractive dude from the athletes' residence hall she'd see once every day.
One day, however, as she jogged back, she found her morning-attractive guy in the middle of the walkway, standing under a tree, his chin tilted up to the sky as he psst at tree branches. Curious, she stopped right behind him, and following his gaze, she found a cat huddled between the leaves.
"It'll never come down on its own," Tsireya muttered, catching off guard the boy. She had to fight internal demons not to apologize to him in a rush, suddenly flustered because A, his pretty eyes met hers, B, he was hot— like reallyreallyreally hot.
"Care to help me, then?" Even his voice was hot, not hoarse and low like Ao'nung's but sweet-hot.
A nod and they jumped straight to work. The boy locked his fingers together, squatting, and Tsireya carefully placed her foot on them. She held onto his sweat-damped shoulders, and after a mumbled countdown, he pushed her up and she successfully lured the cat into her arms. Once back on the ground, Tsireya dared to nuzzle her nose against its seemingly clean head before letting it go, and when she looked up, the boy was staring at her with a glint in his eyes.
"I know you," he suddenly said, a handsome grin parting his lips. "Tsireya Niìr, am I right?"
"Yes.." She felt her breath hitching. "How do you..?"
"I know your brother," he promptly answered, hands falling on his hips. "I'm on the hockey team. And you know my brother, actually."
Tsireya pursed her lips as her big, green blue eyes danced over his dawn-kissed face. His traits were kinda familiar, she definitely had seen that cute nose somewhere—
"Are you Neteyam's brother?!" She gasped, half content half surprised.
Neteyam Sully was her radio station co-host and the current main topic between her and an infatuated Ao'nung.
"It's me," he beamed. "Lo'ak, nice to meet you." He stretched a hand, politely, and she grabbed it, enjoying its warmth.
"Do you.." oh God, what was she gonna say? "Do you wanna grab breakfast together?"
Her heart throbbed, cheeks reddening in a second, then it ran as Lo'ak's smile widened even more.
"Sure."
In the following days, she couldn't help but bring up their encounter with both brothers.
"I met your brother, you know?" She shyly initiated as soon as Neteyam let another song play, both propping their headphones on the table.
"Yeah?" Neteyam flashed one of his pretty smirks, and Tsireya perfectly understood why Ao'nung was so crazy about him.
She hummed, "He's.. cute."
"Want me to give him your number?"
"What?" She gasped loudly, nervously fidgeting with the wire of the headset. "Would you really..?"
(..) "He's.. cute," she found herself parroting as she told the same thing to Ao'nung and Rotxo.
"Don't you even think about getting close to him, Tsireya," Ao'nung warned, pointing a finger at her while munching his lunch. "He's trouble."
"He seemed nice," she mumbled.
"He is," Rotxo nodded, not tearing his gaze away from his phone.
"He's not," Ao'nung's eyes pierced hers. "Stay away. He's not good for you."
♡ Trouble Lover: how it started.
Half through the second semester, Tsireya found herself madly attracted by Lo'ak, who slowly began to appear everywhere she was and not hide her reciprocated feelings. She knew he liked her, and he knew she liked him, too. Neteyam knew, Rotxo also did, luckily Ao'nung was too focused on trying to sleep with Neteyam to even realize what was going on between his sister and his 'enemy'. So what was keeping them back from being with each other? She didn't know. And she was slowly losing her patience.
"You're so dumb," Tsireya hiccuped to his shoulder.
They had sneaked out from a party to grab a late-night snack (that became an oily hamburger) in the middle of the night, and they were now sitting on the edge of a sidewalk. Tsireya snuggled into Lo'ak's embrace even though the air was too warm to be hugging. But Lo'ak wasn't complaining, and Tsireya was too drunk to realize.
"Bought you the tastiest chicken burger and you call me dumb?" Lo'ak gasped before dipping two potato fries into his sweet curry sauce. "Rude!"
"Yes!" She whined before giving a big bite to her snack. "Cusyouwobkidme."
"What?" He chuckled, going for a bite, too. She let him.
"You.." Tsireya lazily dragged her eyes on him. "Won't. Kiss me."
Silence fell as Lo'ak eyed her under his hooded eyelids. A flame trembled inside those golden eyes, hot and wild. His stare fell on her lips before he could bring it up, back to her doe eyes, just staring right at her like he would always do, freeing thousands of butterflies in her stomach. Before she could know, she was tearing up.
"Am I not pretty enough?"
Lo'ak's eyes widened as if she had just said the dirtiest blasphemy, "Don't you even dare say that!"
She sobbed, taking another bite, sauce staining her lips as she munched. He quickly brought a hand to her cheeks and wiped the sauce away with his thumb, eyes locked.
"First of all, you're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen," he confessed to the night, stroking her cheek. "And you don't need me to tell it to you. You're clever enough to know that, don't you? That you're the prettiest Metkayina princess."
She nodded and he laughed.
"Has Neteyam ever told you how I call you when I talk to him about you?" His eyes sparkled under the streetlight.
Tsireya shook her head, cheeks full of food.
"Mi hermosa," Lo'ak breathed against her ear.
Tsireya could faintly remember her Spanish class in high school and she shyly chuckled at the name, unable to control her blushing.
"Tan hermosa," he kissed her temple, softly nuzzling. "Wanted you to be mine as soon as I saw you cuddling that little kitty, so beautiful."
"I was sweaty," she grumbled.
"I didn't care," Lo'ak whispered. "And I really want to kiss you, always wanted to, I like you so much but I'm afraid I'll ruin everything and ruin our friendship."
"But I don't want to be your friend," Tsireya pouted. "I want you to be my boyfriend. Boy-friend. Boooyyfrieeeend. Novio!"
"Whoa," he breathed, something about his voice trembling with amusement. "We have a long way before I can be your novio, you know?"
"Let's start with a kiss, then," and she leaned closer, the burger almost slipping from her fingers.
But Lo'ak laughed and jerked his head away, "I'll kiss you when you're sober, after asking you, as we're on a pretty date."
"Ow," Tsireya sighed, leaning her head against his chest again. "I like you."
A waterfall of kisses fell on top of her curls before she could slightly bend her neck and Lo'ak's soft lips smooched her cheek until she burst into giggles, telling him to stop.
♡ the aftermath.
Lo'ak always sends flying kisses to Tsireya whenever he scores;
Tsireya is the first ever girl Lo'ak introduced to his parents— Neteyam did half the job for his younger brother since Jake and Neytiri always sit behind him and Tsireya at the arena;
They once argued because Lo'ak thought it was unfair she could wear all his sweatshirts but he had nothing of her, so he 'stole' her hairband;
Tsireya shares her relationship details with Ao'nung even though he pretends he doesn't want to hear them since her boyfriend is Lo'ak;
Tsireya was the one telling Lo'ak Ao'nung has a crush on Neteyam— he almost had a mental breakdown;
They always hang out in Lo'ak's room after games and have cute movie nights or 'skincare sessions'— Lo'ak has more products than Tsireya;
During summer break, they both lied to their families and spent a whole week together in California;
They have one of those apps for couples on their phone in which they send each other silly doodles between classes and errands when they are apart;
Lo'ak's phone screensaver is a picture of baby Tsireya dressed in a Stitch onesie;
They still go on their early morning jogs together and have breakfast in the same coffee place.
Obviously its smut. Obviously everyone is of age for these activities, no underage bull crap going on here. Y/n liked the two of them but knows they’re to be mated together and she doesn’t wanna ruin it
Reader is insecure, low self esteem (but mildly placed in there)
Use of Mommy/Daddy Kink
The Gif is what I imagined Lo’ak and Tsireya being like when he asks her where Y/n went.
Reader is AFAB
HUMAN! Y/n
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She was the sweetest girl I’d ever met and the most beautiful. I could feel my heart race whenever she was near me or whenever she would place her hand on mine to help me breathe the way her people do. Even as a human I’d surprised myself for falling for her and her kindness. I knew I had no chance with someone being courted by Lo’ak.
Lo’ak was also fantastic. He was attentive, caring, sweet, he was so cute and hot at the same time. Whenever the anger radiated off of his body causing him to be demanding had me pressing my thighs together all the time.
But with her standing before me telling me what she had just told me I felt like I was slapped in the face by her words. The only people to know how I felt- because I trusted in telling them- were Neteyam and Rotxo, and unfortunately one of them were dead. So it was easy to pinpoint who’d told her how I felt about them.
“Th-that’s,” I stop myself as my shaky voice is making it hard to speak. I could feel the tears prickling my eyes and of course she’d choose now to pull a prank on me. I thought she was better than that.
Tonight was a big party- for what, I’m assuming it had to do with Lo’ak and Tsireya choosing to be mates. I couldn’t be too sure but was told by Ao’nung and Rotxo that Jake and Tonowari had spoken and everyone had gotten excited. But the moment I go with the Sully’s to their marui, silently cry myself to sleep, I’d have to wake up and face them both the next day again.
“That was a mean prank.” I state as my bottom lip trembles and her face falls. She knits the skin of her brows together and if I could give her an award for acting confused, I would, she played the part very well. I left before she could say anything and disappeared between the miniforest as I often call it.
I could feel my feet tingling from the length I’d ran and my lungs burning, refraining to let my sobs out, and from breathing heavily as I started running once I was out of sight. I let my sobs shake my body once I knew I was alone and allowed myself to fall to my knee’s. I had nobody but myself to blame, I shouldn’t have trusted Rotxo when I knew Ao’nung would manage to get the secret out of him.
I’d rather not stay out here and find somewhere to take my mind off of things and saw a huge cave opening with the faintest glowing light up ahead. Something in my mind told me to follow the light and it felt as if the slight breeze had been trying to guide me forward.
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“Do you think it was wise of us to make Y/n late for the party?” Ao’nung asks after having seen the human girl running. He was unsure if he had seen tears in her eyes or not but turns to Rotxo with a worried expression.
He wasn’t the type to instantly be okay with humans, hell, it took him quite the while to be okay with the new humans but they proved themselves useful to the clan. They learned as the Sully’s did and for that they had his respect.
“I think Lo’ak and Tsireya should tell her how they feel instead of her hearing it from their fathers.” Rotxo says with a smile.
“Hmm.” Ao’nung answers just as Lo’ak passes between them with a nod. A slight wind picking up as he does so.
The Omaticaya boy walks over toward the Teal girl who had her own fingers interlaced and was beginning to rock them from side to side, bending at the wrists, a nervous habit she’d picked up from the humans.
“Whats got you nervous now?” Lo’ak asks as he settles his hands on Tsireya’s shoulders and the girls sad expression stares back at him. His own smile disappears as he studies the beauty in front of him.
“What is wrong?” He asks gently.
“Y/n-“ Tsireya speaks as her eyes start to water and she focuses more on making sure the tears don’t fall. She is a sensitive woman but she knew she could not make this about her.
“Does she not share our feelings?” Lo’ak asks her in an attempt to get straight to the answer. If this was the answer he would comfort Tsireya and worry about this problem tomorrow.
“I told her how we felt and she looked so hurt, she thought I was joke-lying.” She states and fights the tears from falling but one escapes as it cascades down her cheek. She looks down in disappointment on herself for not stating it nicer.
“She thought you were pranking her?” Lo’ak asks as the english word slips past his tongue effortlessly and the teal girl nods. He licks his lips to try to think of a way to fix their problem and wipes his girlfriends (soon-to-be’s-wife) tear from her cheek, then takes his index finger to spoon her chin, he slowly lifts it up and she is looking at him through her lashes, fighting her own feelings.
“We should tell her it was not a prank, tell me now, where did she go?” He asks her softly while giving her the kindest small smile.
“Through the tree’s.” She answers and he caresses her cheek.
“Lets go find our Lor.” Lo’ak speaks and takes Tsireya’s hand as he too walks toward the mini forest- as he remembered you often called it. Unbeknownst to the human girl, thats where one of the caves leads to their sport tree.
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I prayed to Eywa upon seeing the spirit tree shining brightly in the night sky. The glowing fish surrounding the tree were dancing beautifully in the water and it was a sight I’d never quite be used to. I felt a sense of calmness wash over me after I finished asking the all mother to help guide me from here. I knew I’d need an immeasurable amount of strength to face Tsireya after what she’d just told me.
I sat on one of the make-shift bridges made with some of the magnetic rock. It floated like a walkway and ended about three feet away from me where a big petal of the spirit tree is illuminating the area I was in. I dip my feet into the water and sigh leaning my body back to see the multitude of stars shining along the night sky. I smile at the sight and decide to lay back down, placing my hands on my stomach and relax while gazing at them. They shined so beautifully it made me wish I was one of them instead.
It wasn’t too long before I was closing my eyes to the sound of the waves carefully crashing. There seemed to only be peace here and I smiled at the sound. I opened my eyes again and screamed at the face I was least expecting to see staring back at me. I almost felt bad that my natural reaction was to slap his face away from mine so I could plan an escape, almost didn’t stop my hand from hitting his face, and although he yelped and pulled away I know it didn’t hurt him.
“I don’t want to talk right now.” I instantly frown and pull my legs out of the water. I knew if I tried walking away now my feet would slip or he’d stop me either way so I stated how I felt instead.
“Why’s that?” He asks and I glance at him carefully. I’m unsure of what he knows but he wasn’t showing any signs of knowing of what had previously transpired and it makes my heart hurt because it must have been a prank and all I want to do is go to the Marui, lay on my mat, and cry.
“I don’t want to talk about the reason either.” I huffed and moved to get up.
“Woah, wait a second.” He places his warm hand on my arm and his one touch stops my movements completely. I move my arm from under his and he holds his hands up in defense.
“Woah, I didn’t know you had Lo’ak cooties.” He jokes and lowers his hands as he brings his knee’s toward his chest, resting his arms on them.
“Thats not funny.” I roll my eyes.
“You used to laugh at that.”
“Once. I laughed once,” I can feel the corners of my mouth turning up as I remember when he asked if thats why I wouldn’t hug him, he had the kids of the village yelling that whenever he got near.
“Theres that smile,” He pokes my cheek lightly and ends up sliding his pointer finger under my jaw and his thumb placed on my cheek.
I admit I had started smiling at the gesture but abruptly moved my face off of his hand and stood up. All trace of my smile being gone. He was doing that out of kindness for a friend not out of love for a mate.
“I’m tired.” I stated and headed toward the cave opening but felt my bicep being grabbed. My stupid flabby bicep with almost no muscle, I was almost home free.
“Reya didn’t mean to upset you.”
And there it goes. He knew the entire time and sat there pretending to be my friend, knowing the words she probably said, knowing the reason I came out here was to hide from them, and this felt like the biggest betrayal, I thought Tsireya was mean but Lo’ak was ruthless. But I should have expected him to stand beside his girlfriend, after all, they’re probably going to complete their union once I left.
“Let go.” I stated and felt proud for my voice not wavering.
“Y/n-“
“No!” I yank my arm away from his and it hurt, he was firmly holding onto me. “You knew and you sat there pretending that everything was fine.”
“Thats not why-“
“I’m sorry, okay? Is that what you wanted me to say?” I asked him even though I was the one who deserved an apology. He shakes his head but I speak before he has the chance to.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t just love you as a brother or Tsireya as a friend. I’m sorry I managed to ruin your marriage party tonight but I swear I wasn’t trying to make this about me. I already know nobody likes me or wants a future with me here. I’m tawtute. I’m disgusting, I’m ugly, I’m pathetic, I know. I hear them every day.” I clenched my fists to stop my hands from shaking. My nails were digging in my palms to stop myself from crying but I knew the tears were falling any time soon, my vision was too blurry for them to not fall now.
“Who told you those words.”
I shouldn’t be surprised that Lo’ak wasn’t by himself. It’s the icing in this piece-of-shit-day-cake. But I was hoping I was wrong for once and he came to talk to me on his own. My mistake.
“I’m going home-“ I turn around and almost bump into Tsireya I blink to try to clear my vision and the tears fall immediately, fresh ones coming to replace the ones that fell.
“Who.”
“Doesn’t matter.” I try to move around her but she intentionally moves to block my way. I look up at her and try to muster all of the anger and hatred I can but she’s crossed her arms and is looking down on me and it makes me want to cry harder.
“Why would you believe them?” Lo’ak’s voice comes from behind me and I’m starting to get agitated.
“Have you seen me?” I chuckle darkly as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Have you seen you?” He asks in an angry tone.
“I just want to go home.” I sigh, I’m tired and I don’t have the energy to be angry anymore, I just want to be sad, and they wouldn’t be there.
“I asked you a question.” Lo’ak stated so cooly, he sounded stern, like when Jake was mad- he sounded like his father- he had the same accent but it was his voice.
“What does that even mean?” I asked while placing my palm on my forehead, then turning my head to look at him.
“Have you seen yourself?” Tsireya is the one asking this time and I’ve just about had it with their riddles.
“Yes, I’m fat, unlikable-“
“No, you are repeating words.” Tsireya stops me and bends down slightly to come face to face with me.
“We don’t see you like that, Y/n.” Lo’ak states and I can hear him step closer, his hand resting on my shoulder and I want to shake it off and run. I know how you see me I wanted to tell them but I stayed quiet.
“Oel Ngati Kameie,” Tsireya says as she places her hand on my empty shoulder. I could feel Lo’ak squeeze the other as he repeated those words.
“Oel ngati kameie,Y/n.”
“…” I freeze at their words and am only facing Tsireya with wide eyes.
“You are a strong tawtute. You came to our clan knowing nothing of the way we live and have proven yourself over and over by completing the tasks we do. You’re helpful and you are kind. I like seeing the way you handle the children very well and it makes my chest feel like its burning to see you with our children.” Tsireya speaks while looking into my eyes the entire time and I’m shocked when she leans in and kisses me, but I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling. My eyes flutter open moments after she pulls away and she’s smiling, her eyes are full of life.
“You’re intelligent and creative, I’ve heard Ronal become impressed with your knowledge and she wishes she could remember things the way you do. And trust me it is very hard to please that woman-“
Tsireya knocks Lo’aks head from the side and she makes a face at him and I let out a small laugh. I turn to look at him as he continues while slightly rubbing his head.
“-you picked up sign language in a month, I still fumble with it. You’re ambitious and always want to find the answers to the problems when everyone else has given up. You’re so sweet to anyone you meet. You’re gorgeous, fuck, especially when you look at me like that.”
I knit my eyebrows together because I had no idea what he was talking about but he leans down to kiss my lips, his hand coming to caress my cheek, he teases by running his tongue on my bottom lip and I whine before he pulls away. I keep my eyes closed and I’m sure the disappointment is evident on my face.
“But I can’t be with you.”
“Why not?” Tsireya asks.
“You belong to each other, I can’t ruin what you have-“ I stop myself when I see Lo’ak smirking, his eyes shift to Tsireya’s then back at me as if he was talking to her with his eyes.
“What?” I ask as I turn to see Tsireya sharing a smile with Lo’ak.
“We were both having feelings for you but didn’t want to leave each other. It took us a while to talk to each other as we didn’t want to disappoint the other. Then we talked to both of our parents who talked to Eywa.” Tsireya explains and she seems giddy.
“And-“ Lo’ak takes my focus with him as he continues. “- both parents said Eywa has paired the three of our souls together.” Lo’ak stated.
“I thought Eywa only mated two people together?” I asked in confusion.
“Unless theres a match so perfect that there are three- sometimes more- destined to be together.” Tsireya smiles sweetly.
“But I can’t mate with you.”
“Why not?” Lo’ak asks and my eyebrows knit together as I stare down to the floor. I just came to the deep realization that I had been kissed by them moments prior, by both of them, my cheeks were heating up.
“I don’t have a kuru.”
“You don’t need one Yawne, you are enough for us just the way you are.” Tsireya reassures me and I sigh. It feels like they aren’t thinking about this the way I am.
“I can’t give you children, I can’t tsaheylu with you, I can’t hold a bow and arrow or become taronyu-“ I looked at Lo’ak “- or hold my breath long enough to be a diver,” I looked at Tsireya.
“I just can’t-“ I stop myself from continuing the sentence and look up at them, nervously teetering my interlocked hands from side to side. “Trust me when I say I’ve wanted this for so long, but I fall too short to be your mate,” I stated firmly.
“Let us show you how you don’t.” Tsireya circles around to stand next to Lo’ak as they share a look and Lo’ak gives a nod. Tsireya smiles and holds her hand out. I knit my brows as I look at her outstretched three-fingered hand, look up to her face and exhaled quick upon seeing her half lidded eyes, then I look toward her hand again to contain my blush.
Fuck it, right? I take her hand and she gently pulls toward her body. I look back up at her and can feel my feet inching toward her as she takes her other hand to caress my cheek, I flinch at the contact and I could feel my shoulders tense up. She leans down carefully and stops close to my mouth, her eyes looking back up at mine and my breath hitches, the smallest flicks of her ear picking up my gasp. She closes the gap again and lets go of my hand, placing her hand on the small of my back, pulling me in toward her body- still caressing my cheek with her other hand.
She moves her head slightly off to the side and the hand caressing my cheek moves to support my neck, she takes the hand from the small of my back and gropes my ass, and she takes advantage of my gasp and fits her tongue inside my mouth, massaging mine. I can’t help but moan into the kiss at how hot and heavy it was getting, I could feel a heat starting in my lower belly.
“Don’t hog her to yourself, Reya,” Lo’ak whines and the teal girl chooses to disconnect our mouths. I’m breathing heavily having forgotten that I wasn’t breathing since her face got close to mine, I’m sure my pupils were dilated I could see the light from the tree shining on Lo’ak’s face and his were definitely dilated.
He leans in and kisses me and it feels rougher, his lips move smoothly across my own and I could tell I would be addicted between the two. He grabs the back’s of my knee’s as he lifts me up and I jump, wrapping my legs around his waist from where I was being held, Lo’ak moves his rough lips over my jaw line, and I whine feeling Tsireya’s hands gently rubbing my waist and kissing my back. My breath is coming out labored as I feel their hands and mouths on my body, the heat from my belly had grown and I felt like I couldn’t take it much longer.
“Please,” I beg, not sure to whom, but hoping they don’t stop. Lo’ak is nibbling on the right side of my neck and I could feel the goosebumps rise, and the wetness begin. Tsireya does the same on the left side and I bite my lip to stop myself from making any embarrassing sounds making sure to tightly close my eyes, my toes curl as well and I fight the urge to move my hips in Lo’ak’s abs.
“Don’t be shy, sweet girl.” Tsireya nuzzles her nose in my cheek as she speaks in my ears and I whine. Lo’ak hums in agreement and moves his face away from mine, my breaths coming out in short huffs, I’m sure I looked as pathetic as I felt.
“Let us know how we making you feel, princess.” Lo’ak pecks my lips again and sits me downward gently lays me against Tsireya.
“Tonight is about your pleasure more than ours.” Tsireya reassures me as she places her arms under my armpits to fully grasp any part of my body. I nod in understanding but felt shy all over again. I hated sitting down when my tummy was visible and this position does not flatter me at all.
“Don’t be shy,” Tsireya repeats in my ears while Lo’ak sits back to watch, a slight smirk playing on his lips. She ran her teal hands along the lengths of my body and I started feeling self conscious.
“You’re so soft,” She comments and manages to keep one hand on my waist, the other traveling up my side, skipping my breasts- to which I slightly sigh in relief, and she just places her hand under my chin and turns my head toward hers as she captures my lips to her own. Her hand travels toward my top, never untying it, but placing her hands to carry my boobs and I gasp as her thumb caresses my nipples through the shirt. She gently massages them in her hands, careful to tease my nipples, and stick her tongue in my mouth to claim it. I can feel the fire in my belly intensify, I could feel the damp spot in my loincloth.
“Reya,” I whine and she smiles joyfully.
“Yes my love?”
“Please.” I whine again.
“You have to tell her what you want, baby girl. Tell mommy what you want.” Lo’ak licks his lips as he observes the scenario unfolding.
“Mo-mmy?” I ask in confusion and Tsireya kisses down my neck, it felt so different. I could tell she enjoyed it.
“Yes baby girl?” She coo’s in my ear without going further, one hand has dipped under my shirt as she plays with my nipple as the other trails over my belly and stops at the waistband.
“Tell mommy what you want and I’ll give it to you.” She licks the shell of my ear and I moan.
“Please use, use your f-fingers,”
“But I am using them, my love.”
“On my pussy,” I whine. Tsireya makes a sound of approval and dips her hand under my loincloth.
“She’s so wet Lo’ak-“ She gasps and lets the moisture collect on her finger tip before finding my clit and placing the slightest bit of pressure and rubbing circles. My eyes close and I suck in a small breath as I could feel the heat radiating from my stomach down to my pussy. I wanted to cum on her fingers.
“Why don’t you rub faster, my love.” Lo’ak’s voice sounded deeper but I was too focused on Tsireya’s fingers to bother opening my eyes, secretly agreeing with Lo’ak.
“I think we need your help,” The teal girl moans as she speaks but I know she wasn’t talking to me.
“Mommy please go faster,” I moan and her fingers pick up on speed. I’m panting and can feel myself shamefully reaching my own orgasm but something was missing.
“Take her loincloth off!” Tsireya instructs and Lo’ak does so. She’d long abandoned my nipple and was using her left hand to hike my left thigh up, stopping me from closing my legs at all.
“Fuck look at that pretty pussy.” Lo’ak moans himself and palms his cock through his loin cloth. “So wet from mommy doing a good job,” I could feel Tsireya shiver underneath me but her fingers never faltered.
“Don’t you think so, Princess?” He asks me and I nod my head knowing I’d just moan louder if I talked.
“Finger fuck her, Lo, make her cum with our fingers.” Tsireya whispers something quick in my ear and it takes me a bit to process what she said but now I knew what Lo’ak liked to be called.
“Alright baby, I’m going to use my fingers, let me know if it hurts and we can stop, okay?” He asks and I nod.
“Y-yes daddy, I w-will.”
“Fuck you’ll be the death of me.” He groans and comes face to face with my pussy. I could feel his hot breath with every exhale making my slick more evident. He carefully prods at the opening and ever so slowly slides his pointer finger in.
“So bi-ig,” I grind down- as best I could with Tsireya still holding my thigh up, other hand circling my sopping wet clit. I could take a second finger but if I’m being honest, his one finger was like being fucked by a dick, I couldn’t fathom fitting his in me.
“You’re so naughty~” Lo’ak coo’s. “Whose pussy does this belong to?” He asks while kissing my left thigh and I whine.
“Is it mommy’s or daddy’s pussy my love?” Tsireya asks from above me and I whine.
“Ca-can’t choose. Both,” I groan once Lo’ak inserts a second finger and I feel unbelievably full-
“Fuck baby, the tips of my fingers are kissing her cervix,”
“Daddy, fuck!” I yell and feel the coil in my belly start to tighten. He curls his fingers upward once and I moan, opening my legs up more if possible.
“Yeah baby girl?” He asks while curling them again, making sure to drag his fingers over a very special and sensitive spot inside me.
“Mommy, Daddy, I’m gonna-“ I grunt and thrust my hip upwards as Lo’ak hits that spot harder.
“Come for us baby, be a good girl and come for momma and daddy.” Tsireya coo’s stopping her rubs on my clit, before I could whine our of protest she pushes the bottom of my tummy down as Lo’ak grinds his fingers upward and I see stars. My vision goes white and I’m sure I was screaming, the feeling of pure pleasure is rippling through me and I can tell I’m grinding back on his finger, I open my eyes lazily to see Lo’ak licking his fingers clean.
“You taste divine, baby girl.”
“No fair, I want to taste-“ Lo’ak dips his fingers back down into my cunt and sits up on his knees, grabbing Tsireya’s cheeks harshly and placing his fingers in her mouth and she closes her eyes, letting out a seductive sound as she licked his fingers clean.
“Fuck.” I whisper to myself while seeing this play out before me. He leans in and starts making out with Tsireya and the gloss on his lips from my own cunt is turning me on, they were getting horny over my taste.
“We have someone to finish off, Rey,” Lo’ak affectionately rubs the teal girls cheek, kissing her forehead.
“But I already came-“ I mention in confusion.
“And now we fuck, baby girl.” He states as if it were obvious and I moan at the thought alone.
“How can I take that sweet pussy of yours?” He asks and I moan again.
“Doggy.”
“Get in position then.”
“Wait-“ I stop him as he reaches for his loincloth and he stops.
“I want Mommy in front if me so I can eat her out.” I stated while looking at Tsireya.
“But tonight is for you, my love-“ She starts and I cut her off.
“And I want to eat you out, please.”
She undoes her loincloth with a flick of her hand over the bow keeping it together and sits on the floor in front of me, her legs slowly spread and I see and smell her slick. I didn’t think I’d be able to smell it but-
“You smell so good-“ I groan and felt myself become aroused at the smell and sight alone.
“Feel her, baby girl.” Lo’ak says beside me and I shiver at his proximity.
My mouth salivates at the thought of doing that but my body was acting on its own as my knees came into contact with the ground below. I knelt down and inspected her pussy and was surprised to see how similar our anatomy was. I instinctively place my four fingers on her mound as my thumb slides over where I believe her clit is and she sucks in a breath. I bite my lip and feel Lo’ak lifting my hips to get me in position and I go all in with my thumb, not necessarily taking it slow but not too fast to hurt her.
“Please don’t stop.” Tsireya exhales heavily.
“I don’t plan on it-“ My own breath hitches as Lo’ak places the head of his cock on my entrance, gently pushing the slightest bit.
“Keep playing with Mommy, baby, Daddy’s going slow.” He reassures me while continuing to slide in at the slowest pace possible and my heart swells at how sweet he’s being to me.
“Use your fingers baby.” Tsireya demands and I use my own hand sticking one finger in her. “You can use more than one my love,” She coaxes and I use three, she throws her head back and I can feel her squeeze my fingers. I continue to slowly thrust in her while rubbing her clit with my thumb.
Just then I could feel Lo’ak’s head entering and the unbelievable stretch I found was enough to stop me from taking care of Tsireya and groaning in pain.
“Hold on princess.” Lo’ak states while using his body to hover over mine as he sucks on my neck, gently taking one hand off my hip to trail down to rub my clit.
“Eywa you’re so tight and so wet.” He groans in my ear, his finger rubbing my clit faster.
“Don’t forget mommy, Tiyan,” He kisses my ear and I whine, feeling bad for forgetting about ‘Reya, I move my fingers deeper and feel her clench harder around my hands as she moans louder, I can see her toes curling as I run my fingers back out and I feel like the cockiest person alive right now.
“How does that ma-ke you f-f-eel, mom-my?” I planned that to go smoother in my mind but Lo’ak’s attentiveness to my body was showing. I thrusted my fingers back in her and circled her clit twice.
“Wonderful, Tiyan,” She moans and meets my fingers with a small thrust of her own. “Don’t stop,”
“I wanna taste-“ I lazily stated as Lo’ak thrusts his hips further, finally meeting my hips, the tip of his cock kissing my cervix.
“Yes,” Lo’ak moans and goes back to gripping my hips again, I can feel his balls ghosting over my clit. I bend my face down and take Tsireya’s clit in my mouth suckling it and swirling my tongue when I took a breath in.
“I’m going to move, baby girl,” Lo’ak warns before moving his hips back, taking his cock with him, and I can feel the stretch again. I shut my eyes to help focus on Tsireya but the pain was harsh.
“Fuckin’ love this pussy-“ Lo’ak grits while coming back in and slapping my ass at the same time. The sting from the impact of both movements caught me by surprise and I could feel myself contract around him.
“I’m close-“ Tsireya moans, her eyes closed and her mouth letting out pants as she ever so softly grinds her hips closer to my face.
“Yeah, my naughty girls.” I feel another slap on my ass as he slides out and picks up the pace. “Should I let mommy cum?” Lo’ak asks me and slides back in.
“Fuck- I- I don’t know,” I try to breathe but place my mouth back on her, moving my fingers non stop.
“Mmm-“ He hums.
“Baby girl doesn’t think you deserve to come, mommy.”
“I don’t know how much longer I can wait,” Tsireya stops moving her hips against my mouth and I’m saddened.
“Fuck, I’m close too.” Lo’ak pants above me and I can feel my pussy massaging his cock, the primal urge to shove myself back on his cock to coax his come was driving me insane. I look up and see Tsireya biting her lip and looking at me.
“D’you think she should come now baby?” He pistons his hips inside and I’m melting. I detach from Tsireya’s swollen clit and answer.
“Yes mom-my, c-co-me,” I whine and feel another sting on my behind. The moment Tsireya whines and sucks in a deep breathe is the moment Lo’ak goes faster, if at all possible, and ruts his hips in. I can feel Tsireya’s walls clench on my fingers as I’m making the come here motion over her G spot.
“Daddy!” I whine.
“Fuckin’ come princess.”
And as soon as I do, I feel warm, safe, and loved.
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Lo’ak had pulled out, laying me between Tsireya and himself as they praised me for a job well done and took turns caressing my back. They gently lead me into the water and cleaned me off, being careful and attentive to my body language. Floating in the cool water helped me feel comfortable again and I sighed in contentment.
After they dressed me, Lo’ak carried me on the way to our shared Marui in which I was mostly already sleeping in his arm.
“Are humans always this sleepy?” Tsireya’s voice is all I hear, but I feel calm.
“After giving them the fuck of a life-time they are.” Lo’ak responds softly, theres a distinct sound that makes me think they kissed.
“I am happy.” Tsireya speaks and is joining me on the mat, cradling my body, effectively making me the little spoon. “She deserves the best, my love, I don’t want her to question our love for her again.”
“I don’t think she will, Rey.” Lo’ak lies down next to us and I can only tell from the slight movement of the mat. He moved his hands to cradle Tsireya and myself and I snuggle closer to their bodies.
“I would kill for her.” She whispers and leans down to kiss my cheek.
“I would too,” Lo’ak yawns lightly and groans happily.
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