synopsis: March 7th convinces both her partners to partake in some late-night baking. What could go wrong? fluff with a little attempted comedy. 1.1k words.
a/n: very old idea I finally got to finishing because I was reminded of how much I loved these two in the early game. many thanks to @/blondeboyzzz for contributing the recipe used here!
“March, I love you, I really do—but we are not baking at three in the morning.”
Your girlfriend pouts as if you just told her you wouldn’t love her as a trotter, crossing her arms over her chest and making a faint hmph sound of disappointment.
“Why not?” March must be making an effort to whisper, because the words that leave her are absent of their typically high volume. All you can do is sigh and shift positions on your bed in response.
Tentatively, you open your eyes all the way to get a better view of your bedroom. You only have yourself to blame for the door left ajar just a small distance from your bed—typically, you leave the lock off just in case March or Dan Heng (…or, both) want to join you without forcing you to stumble blindly across the dark expanse of the room first. You can’t remember when the routine started. Definitely after the first few times you went to Dan Heng’s excuse for a room, and the third or so sleepover at March’s. Both resulted in stays at your own bedroom and the apparent conclusion by your partners that it was the most comfortable of the available options. But you can’t say you mind any of the nights your bed ends up shared between three, even though March always snores when she sleeps and Dan Heng’s tail all but pins you to the same spot sandwiched between them. The Express cabins are colder without company, after all.
“Because it’s late, and tomorrow I—”
You stop suddenly, blinking a few times to let your eyes and mind clear before deciding to mutter your assent. You actually can’t think of anything you have to wake up early for tomorrow besides Pompom’s breakfast. And when was the last time you baked something, anyway? It’s certainly not the worst group activity.
“...nevermind, you’re right. What kind were you thinking?”
March’s face lights up at the question. There’s no hesitation when she plunges a hand into her pocket and fishes out her phone to present you with a five-starred digital recipe for chocolate crinkle cookies from a brightly colored site. Looking over the webpage, you realize the kitchen cabin actually should have all the listed ingredients. As for quantity…well, substituting is a thing for a reason, isn’t it? Besides, chocolate cookies are far from the most complicated thing to make, even in the middle of the night.
You blink at the recipe and reluctantly push yourself off of the heavenly embrace of your bed to fulfill it, the mattress creaking as you get to your feet. March’s hand clasps yours in the darkness of the room; the touch distinctly warming both your hand and your heart as she keeps a tight grip that reminds you of younger, shorter days. The two of you run more than walk through the hallways despite the late hour, footsteps somewhat deafened by the lack of shoes or slippers.
You think of waking up Dan Heng too when you pass by the archives, barely managing to tug March back long enough to whisper your idea to her. She takes a minute (a few seconds) to think before agreeing with a grin, and that’s all it takes for your boyfriend to be shaken out of sleep too. You can guess he only managed about an hour. Dan Heng rubs the sleep from his eyes and the dark circles beneath them as he steps out of the room, convoluted sleep schedule somehow still unused to his partners’ late-night shenanigans. Thankfully, Dan Heng himself is accustomed enough to it that March doesn’t even have to start explaining for him to let her tug him along. All he gives you is a vaguely questioning look, to which you smile slightly. The implication is clear. Indulge us? He nods in acknowledgement—and off you are.
The dimmer of the Express kitchen’s lights come on with a flick of March’s wrist, illuminating the space just enough to make out every cabinet. The bracelet you gave her for her “birthday” a few months ago catches the light and shifts it; you’ve yet to see her take it off for anything besides a shower. (…or for that either, actually.)
You remind March to get out all the ingredients before looking over the first of the instructions. Dan Heng helps her reach the things she can’t. She starts pulling out the measuring cups and spoons before you have the chance to ask, a good sign until you notice her using one to eat a little of the powdered sugar.
“Fine, fine,” she groans upon being delegated to the task of washing the tool. Nothing to worry about, as Dan Heng ensures she’ll remember her lesson by muttering something about hygiene before begrudgingly patting her head a few times—which significantly helps her spirits lift, judging from the hums of a pop song beside the sink.
Meanwhile, you preheat the oven to a standard 350°F and take a butter knife from the drawer to even out your measurements. Dan Heng takes well to the sift, spilling none of the ¾ cup cocoa powder you measure out for him. A bowl is filled with 2 cups of granulated white sugar and ¾ cup vegetable oil for him to dump the filtered cocoa powder in and mix together when he’s done.
March finishes washing and drying the needed spoons in little time, so you assign her to the group of entirely dry ingredients. One might fault you for giving her something so easy to spill, but such a person clearly has no familiarity with the experience of cleaning egg yolk off the floor. It takes more than a few minutes to teach her to spoon and level 2 ⅓ cups of flour—leaving a mess on the counter—but the 2 teaspoons baking powder and ½ teaspoon of salt are at least able to be added and whisked faster.
The Astral Express’s stores are stocked enough that you end up having no need to make any of the substitutions you had thought you would, you realize as you crack 2 eggs against the counter, denting the shell just enough to pull either side apart neatly. They’re dropped in the bowl of cocoa powder alongside another 2 teaspoons; this time of vanilla extract. But none of the ingredients stay separate for long, thanks to the miraculous invention of the spatula. Where would humanity be without it? It’s up there with the wheel, if you ask yourself.
Dan Heng holds the bowl of wet ingredients up while March scrapes the last of it out to slowly join the dry ones. The stirring that follows creates a suitably thick and sticky final dough that no one refuses a taste test of. Licking the small spoon in your spare hand, you scroll down to read the very last instruction. A frown comes over your face.
“…March?”
“Uhuh?”
“They have to sit for four hours. Then we coat them in the powdered sugar and bake for twelve minutes.”
I’ve had no appetite for several days now, so I’d like to take the opportunity to mention Pearl is one of the best s/os to have in this situation. She doesn’t notice as quickly as you might think only because she herself does not have the same need but within the first few days she becomes suspicious enough of your behaviors to directly ask how you’ve been eating. Once it’s explained to her that you haven’t because you just don’t have a want for it anymore, she’s honestly a little confused. Isn’t food one of the most important things an intelligent organic lifeform routinely requires, both biologically and culturally? It won’t do for you to deny yourself or your body that. Any food is better than no food—and so she wastes no time ordering what you find most bearable to consume in this state. Obviously, she tries to push you a little towards the more nutritious of the group, but who is she to stop you from eating more than you have in days just because it’s not leafy greens? If it takes longer than expected for your appetite to return, she isn’t impatient. It is not tedious at all to her, establishing scheduled mealtimes and providing reminders when you near skipping two or three of such things. After all, this will pass. And if it doesn’t, well…she enjoys your company all the same.
....yes I headcanon that Ashveil loves doggystyle sex a lot, like.....it's so obvious even in the name. the only thing he doesn't like as much is that it's harder to see your face and kiss you, but it's not impossible. even in that position he'll find away...even if it involves just your tongues wrestling against each other outside of your lips.
Ashveil's the kind of man that loves collar and leash play in the bedroom. On either of you.
You're wearing the collar? He's quite sweet with you if you're being obedient, softly kissing your feet while he holds your legs together against his body, thrusting in and out of you. If you're being a brat, well...that leash is getting tugged harder at the very least.
He's wearing the collar? Well, you have to understand - he's a wolf, not a domesticated pet. Surely you understand that there's no guarantee for submission the moment the clasp to the leash clicks in place. He might decide to be docile, affectionately licking you all over before lapping at your cunt while you call him your good boy. But he also might decide to bite into the tasty looking flesh of your thighs and be a very, very bad boy. And he's certainly not above using that leash to tangle you up, pounding himself into you desperately, your wrists caught both in the loop you were holding and the leash itself. causing him to pant in your ear as he breeds you from behind like his bitch in heat.
YOUR FIC ABOUT ELYSIA! READER IS SO PEAK I LOVE IT!!!! can i maybe request the same concep but its reader being the biggest fangirl of herself? Like she always says: "I look so beautiful today!" Or "A cutie like me couldn't possibly be this majestic!" Or when Someone compliments her, she just goes: "hm? I am not that strong at all! I am just a princess you see? I need a knight to fight for me!" even though she's really strong?
- 🥐 anon
— ✦ LITTLE OLD ME? ::
— ✧ fem!reader x phainon, anaxa, mydei
hi!! thank you so much for your support and your request!! i wasn't sure exactly what you desired so i kinda just had fun with this request! once again, i haven't ever interacted with anything hi3 related so this may be ooc but i hope you enjoy 🥐 anon!!
side note: this happens in a world where cyrene was still alive and all the black tide stuff didn't really happen ish?? just a happier universe... for plot and fluff!!
— ✧ cw: crack fic, ooc
how to describe you? humble but proud.
you had confidence in yourself. you always boasted about your appearance. i mean, why wouldn't you? you were gorgeous. everyone in amphoreus knew.
you loved making remarks about your beauty.
but anytime someone was to compliment your strength? who me? ahaha, no way.
"i'm not that strong! i'm like a beautiful fair maiden waiting for my knight in shining armour!" you smiled while standing in front of a couple bodies.
you were a hopeless romantic. not hopeless in that no one wanted you, but hopeless in that everyone was way to scared to try anything. you knew your worth, and that was way above most.
you needed a knight in shining armour? are you serious??
you were so well known that the majority of amphoreus knew of you. and the women of amphoreus, especially the children, had fun deciding who would be your fated match. as if you and them were little dolls they could put together.
option number #1, the fan favourite: phainon.
this was the obvious answer for most.
he was attractive, charismatic, strong, kind. quite a smooth talker too. maybe that was his only flaw when it came to your pairing.
you see, phainon speaks from the heart to those who he really cares about. he does this quite often. sentimental letters, heartfelt confessions. the thing is, you were somehow humble and prideful at the exact same time.
you brushed off others' compliments, but you were your own biggest fan. so whenever phainon would compliment you, you'd simple pass it off like a joke between friends.
he was completely stumped.
who was he without his way with words? well, a lot of things. but anyways, not the point. he was in dismay. no matter what he did, nothing seemed to work.
you never seemed to react to his advances, never could take a compliment.
like for example, when you two would battle alongside each other. he'd take the left, you'd take the right. a couple of seconds in, you were fighting alongside him. he turns around to find you already cleared your side.
"wow, sometimes i forget how powerful you are." he jokes, parrying a sword.
"me? c'mon, don't exaggerate. i'm not that strong at all! i'm just a princess who needs a knight to fight for me!" you softly exhale, dodging attack after attack.
he chuckles. "i seriously don't know if you're joking or not." clearing his wave of enemies, he swiftly returned to your side, fighting the creatures attacking you.
"like that! hey, what do you say to being my knight?" you beamed as he cleared out the attackers before you.
he shook his head with a smile. "you never fail to confuse me, partner."
the people of okhema would often see you two roaming the streets. laughing, joking. watching phainon stare at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.
they'd see him carrying your bags while you shopped in glee. they'd see him helping you choose which dress looked the best and whihc accessories would match. seeing you two together in okhema was commonplace.
but… phainon had a bit of competition.
he was only option #1, of course.
sure, he was the fan favourite. but when i said phainon was the fan favourite, i meant fan favourite of okhema.
but, since he was the favourite of okhema, of course competition would arise from elsewhere.
the kremnoans pushed for mydeimos.
obviously.
mydei was a crown prince. he was their crown prince. why wouldn't they root for him?
not to mention he was attractive and caring. and strong. he was ripped, did you see his muscles? take a good look. if you wanted a knight in shining armour he was basically the only one for you.
it was even rumoured that phainon and he set a friendly bet amongst them as to who could win your affections.
unlike phainon, he didn't shower you in what the kremnoans described as 'shallow praise'. though, what this actually means is that mydei doesn't have a way with sappy words. he won't spontaneously compliment you because that's simply not in his nature.
normally, that might be seen as a red flag. maybe. but for you kept humble in the face of others' words, was he not perfect?
besides, he too, was interested. if there was a day in okhema where you weren't with phainon, you were probably with mydei.
however, instead of shopping or spending time on 'frugal matters' as the kremnoans would say, you two would spend your time chatting, laughing, and interacting with his people.
the children loved you. they described you as a pretty princess to which you tossed your hair with a bashful smile. the kids begun to call you the crown princess since you were with mydei that often.
there was even once, mydei took you on a day trip to castrum kremnos where you spent the day battling in the ring. the people of kremnos watched from the sides, marvelling at how you remained so put-together, even after such vigorous fights. and how you kept winning, at that. your hair stayed perfectly silky, your outfit and skin flawless, without a single scratch.
the kremnoans didn't pay as much mind to appearances as opposed to strength and the value of one's inner self. but you seemed to have both. they reasoned that 'a well maintained appearance is the sign of a well trained warrior.' thus why you and mydei were the strongest of them all.
your humility was always something to behold. after winning all your battles thus far, you simply huffed. "this is tough work for a cutie like me. this is why i'm looking for a knight in shining armour!" your cheeks ever so slightly rosy from the exercise. and yet somehow, not even a bead of sweat could be found anywhere in your body.
that was, until your final battle against mydei himself. how long had it been since he'd met someone on par with his skill? he couldn't help but break out into a smile as you two clashed blades.
you pouted. "you seem quite happy making this princess exert herself!" he only chuckled in response as you two continued to dance.
"well, princess, for someone who desires a knight in shinning armour so much, your strength is more than enough to challenge mine."
"i'm exhausted! you're so cruel! you're the reason why i need a saviour!"
"then, what if i was to be your knight?" he grinned, knocking your sword out of your arms and finally ending the never-ending battle.
you sighed, relieved that it was over. "and make me fight you daily? yeah, right! someone as beautiful me should not be working this much of a sweat." you complained, all the while accepting his hand.
the crowed cheered as you two set off back to okhema. joking and chatting as always.
they believed mydei had already won the bet.
but wait! the final contender for your affections.
a less obvious one for the people of okheam and of castrum kremnos.
the most controversial of the three:
the grove told you to choose anaxagoras.
yes, anaxagoras. the blasphemer, the great performer, the dromas draped in finery.
but hear them out. he's attractive, even with only one visible eye. he's smart, maybe the smartest of amphoreus. and he has a gun. hey, mister knight in shining armour. swords are so outdated anyways.
the main point is that while the world seems to hate him, you don't. in fact, the grove has seen you to together so much that seeing anaxagoras alone gives them whiplash.
could that be because when you're not around, he's locked in his room doing god knows what? maybe. but anyways, they've only really seen him when you're around.
you attend his lectures because 'intelligence is one of many traits a beautiful girl must posses!' and you even have a designated seat. all students of the grove know to not even so much as hover around that seat lest they incur the wrath of anaxagoras.
also, you've been the only person ever in recorded history thus far that anaxagoras has allowed to call him anaxa. others may do it anyways, but he's given you permission.
the newest students of this semester even thought you two were dating! until they heard of the never-ending feud between the anaxayn club, the mydyn club and the phaiyn club. ohh kay so it's complicated! got it!
still, could you really blame them?
anaxa smiles when around you. uncanny valley?? hello?? in lectures, it often seems like he's only speaking to you.
well, the rest of the students seem to be enraptured by you during lectures as well... no wonder you had confidence, look at you! somehow, even when focused beyond belief, you still manage to look great. your hair falls perfectly as you head tilts down to take notes, the way your eyes shine as you finally figure something out and raise your hand to ask a question. safe to say the class didn't learn much.
anyways, back on topic. after his lecture is completed, you two would often wait for each other and stroll around the grove. people would often catch you two in the library, studying or reading across from each other. well, he wasn't really reading. more like he was sneaking glances at you while you read.
and then you'd push away from the table with a groan. "a cute girl like me shouldn't be trapped in the library, anaxa, let's go out!"
the first time you said that you swore the whole library went dead silent. you said that to anaxagoras?? were you looking to get lectured??
to their surprise, he only huffed with a slight smile. "all right, where to?"
whaaaaaat.
okay so. maybe anaxagoras might like you. the grove offers him their full support.
so okhemans for phainon, kremnoans for mydei, and the grove for anaxa.
but there's one party we forgot about.
you see, your three contenders were all chrysos heirs. so, obviously, the rest of the chrysos heirs had their thoughts.
aglaea, whom you'd spent quite a while with, pushed for phainon.
aglaea was the definition of beauty, you always ended up in her orbit. she'd willingly sew dress after dress for you, even with her busy schedule.
while she took your measurements, phainon would sit on the side, gleefully watching the magic take place. his excitement would grow when you actually tried a dress on. he'd be forced to wait outside as you changed. he could hear your excited voice from inside.
"wow! i look great! a cute girl like me, i never thought i could look so majestic! is this really me?" aglaea's chuckles rung from the inside. he would grow more antsy.
aglaea would push you towards phainon. "why not show him. he's been waiting for quite a while, pacing around outside for who knows how long."
you and aglaea walked out together, bright smiles on your faces. his jaw dropped. "wow, you've done it again aglaea. they don't call you the gold weaver for nothing." he managed to stutter out, the tips of his ears red.
aglaea smirked, his bashful self was a sight to behold. phainon wasn't one to be embarrassed easily. only you could have that impact.
one heir vote for phainon!
cyrene also told you to go for phainon.
okay, so she may have been biased. but phainon is a good kid! she's grown up with him, she would know. in fact, everyone knows.
you two also often hung out. after all, two cute girls? you two were unstoppable.
whenever you two would arrange your little girl's day, cyrene would often invite phainon to tag along. not that you minded at all. you two would laugh, joke and cyrene would make sure phainon was included.
phainon couldn't have been more grateful for cyrene.
there was once she decided you and her would hold hands and 'to ensure phainon wasn't left out', she told him: "phainon, get over here and hold y/n's hand!" and you did not protest.
he carefully extended his palm out for you to grab. "wow, your hand's so warm!" you beamed, intertwining your fingers together. he actually short-circuited that day. dead silent for the rest of the walk, just staring at your hands and basking in the bliss.
what a powerful woman cyrene was.
she played matchmaker so much between you two it was honestly astounding. so naturally too.
seems like phainon was a popular choice for the more romantic of the bunch.
meanwhile castorice encouraged mydei to shoot his shot.
perhaps because they bore the coreflames of 'death' and 'strife', but the two of them shared a sort of camaraderie. an unsaid understanding.
mydei was a good guy. though he bore 'strife', he took care of those around him. he possessed a sort of gentleness one would never expect.
castorice was a very pretty girl, so naturally, you two talked a lot as well.
through your many conversations, she gathered that you desired a knight in shining armour. to be fair, it wasn't as if you were hiding it.
to her, your best bet would obviously be mydeimos.
while she wasn't big on picking sides—phainon and anaxagoras were both great options!—she couldn't help but root for mydeimos.
in your time together, she'd often ask you about your interests in people and sneak in (not very subtly) an encouragement for mydei. whenever you two came across him on the street, she'd encourage you to talk to him, or maybe encourage him to join you two.
though her and mydei didn't have many conversations, in those they did, she'd push him towards being a little more open. talk to you more.
(and maybe she wrote a book that may or may not have been inspired by you two and brought you two together to read it and give her opinions when in reality she just wanted to push you two closer together) who said that????
wow the wind is crazy today...
tribbie, trianne and trinnon wanted you to get with mydei.
tribbie said it was because he deserved this. watching him with you brought a warmth in her chest that she described as pride. she'd never seen him so happy before, so relaxed. had she ever seen de laugh and joke so easily with someone? no.
she would impart her wisdom on mydei often (because he came to see her for advice a lot). though her answers were vague, they all pointed towards her backing of you two.
she told him not to fear vulnerability. to savour every moment. to listen. all things she knew he did already, basically telling him to be herself.
trianne supported you two because he was obviously your knight in shining armour!
you wanted a guy who would fight for you in armour? little de was your man!
whenever you or mydei talked with trianne, she was extremely direct. unlike tribbie. she'd proudly put her hands on his hips with a smirk and say, "y/n and little de look great together!" or something along those lines.
mydei would sigh with a tint of red overtaking his features while you would take it in pride. "we do, don't we? a cutie like me contrasts his brutish energy perfectly!"
...close enough.
trinnon offered encouragement because you two seemed so happy together.
with all the complaining you did about him making you fight till you were sore, she found that you still enjoyed his presence. after your day excursion to castrum kremnos, she'd often open gates for you two to go back (to not exert trianne).
though she still loved and supported naxy and snowy, she really did want to see little de win this time. could you imagine crown prince and princess of castrum kremnos?
well, that evens it out for 2 : 2, phainon : mydei. what about your last option?
hyacine often told you anaxa was the right bet.
no surprise there seeing as she was his teaching assistant. she's seen how he acts during lectures.
and besides him actually liking you, he was just overall a good candidate. smarts, looks, gun.
anaxagoras had long shut his heart after the passing of his sister, and now bit by bit, he begun to open it for you once more. hyacine has never seen him so happy.
she just wishes he could focus in class a little more. being his teacher's assistant was already no easy task. but now being his teacher's assistant when the class got nothing done? oh boy.
well, she did develop a little plan... it worked for a week? still ongoing?
basically, she suggested anaxagoras privately tutored you so that both the class could go on as normal and he would get his time with you!
anaxa nodded at her reasoning and offered the suggestion to you. you accepted with a smile, excited to go further in depth and learn more.
for a week, it went swimmingly. and then you came back to the lectures. not because you stopped your tutoring sessions, but because you missed the whole classroom environment. and who was he to deny you of your wish?
well, at least hyacine won in one regard...
cipher oddly enough, encouraged you and anaxa too.
no one really expected her to take sides. some even thought she'd try and impede the competition by sweeping you off of your feet herself.
but then they saw her in between you and anaxagoras, pushing you two closer with a mischievous grin and suddenly rumour after rumour begun to spark.
was the mysterious cat lady showing her support for the blasphemous scholar?
yes.
why?
because phainon and mydei were such goody two shoes. so boring! in a relationship, you need some flavour. and you never know what's on anaxagoras' mind. he could one day decide to ascend to godhood if he felt so inclined.
that's the kind of spice you needed in your relationship, according to her.
so what she would often do is abuse her powers, just a little. she'd take her coin of whimsy almost weekly and transport the two of you far, far away from okhema to go on her little scavenger hunt she designed just for you two!
how kind! of course, once you got the prize, she expected a 70/30 split. 70 for her. after all, she spent so long working on this for you two to have some time alone, she better get some compensation.
her favourite part, however, had to have been watching phainon and mydei absolutely lose their minds as to where you could've gone.
she could play more than a silent observer in this game, no?
there's one last thing that hasn't been mentioned.
you were aware of none of this.
the bets and options and support went completely oblivious to your ears.
you were just a beautiful girl just trying to live!
and those three made sure you stayed oblivious. after all, they wanted to win your affections on their own, without having external support (though the help was much appreciated.)
a cutie like you would just have to choose for yourself who your knight in shining armour would be!
Currently I feel burnt out completely in writing. Besides fanfictions I'm writing my book called "Galaxy Dreamers" which takes up most of my energy. You can read this book now in english on Wattpad if you're curious. My username is in the bio. I recently published the first translated chapter but I'm working on the other ones.
So please be patient with me. I have a lot of ideas for the future I just need to gain back my writing skills by taking a little break.
Sunday misses you dearly. You decided to accompany Stelle and Himeko on a visit to help Asta and the others at Herta Space Station, and it was decided it was best for him to wait on the Express. After all, someone on the Space Station may think to turn him back in to the Family, despite the IPC releasing him thanks to Jade.
Could you be any longer? Sunday anxiously awaits your return as he peers through your shared bedroom window. "I don't see her," he murmurs as he looks at the station entrance. He feels so ill-at-ease. You're supposed to have dinner together in a few hours. He hopes you'll make it back in time; he has meticulously planned the whole evening.
He sits back down on your bed and takes deep breaths. The very thought of having dinner with you makes him wonder what kind of outfit you'll have on tonight. Will it be a tight red dress, or that purple one that shows your cleavage? Or perhaps it'll be that cute pink one that lets you show lots of leg?
Sunday clenches his teeth as he feels his pants become tighter. Oh Ena, he needs to see you in one of those dresses tonight. He'll absolutely lose it when he admires your curves being hugged by the fabric. A few more minutes pass by, and Sunday takes out his phone. "Damn, she's taking too long," he huffs as he notices the time.
His erection is still annoyingly present, so he decides there's only one good way for him to pass the time. He plops his phone onto the bed and stands up. Quickly, he pulls down his pants and boxers and tugs at his leaking cock. With his free hand, he scrolls until he finds the perfect picture of you in that purple dress.
"Fuck, so gorgeous," he breathes as he starts rubbing at his swollen tip. "Such a gorgeous angel." Sunday stares at your tits in the picture and his cock throbs.
Immediately he imagines you teasingly stripping out of the dress and allowing him to touch your tits. "F-Fuck," he gasps, tugging harder at his shaft. Oh, how he wants to kiss you and suck on your supple skin. Your giggles would be pure music to his ears with each kiss.
Ena help him, your moans would be even better to hear. He pictures splitting you open with his cock and watching your breasts bounce with each thrust. You'd reach out to him and hold your lover close, whining to have him go harder. "Come on, please Mommy~"
"Y-Yes, Mommy! I'll be good for you~" he's whine back, fucking you into the mattress. He'd be your pathetic puppy boy, doing whatever it is you ask him. If it means fucking you senseless, he'll happily do it again and again.
"Oh, yes! Right there! Ahhh! Fuuuuck!" you'd groan, pulling his hair. His cock would twitch inside you from the feeling, and he'd pant. You'll keep pulling his hair if it means seeing those adorable expressions of ecstasy. Sunday lifts your leg over his shoulder and thrusts at a different angle, causing you to throw your head back. "Mm, you're gonna make me cum!"
"Ahhhh!!" Sunday cries out. His thick spurts of cum splatter onto his phone, covering your picture almost entirely. Gasping for air, he stares at the mess he's made. Why does he feel nearly giddy just by looking at your picture covered in his essence? He feels compelled to paint the screen in even more cum. Seeing as you're still not back yet, perhaps he shall.
Please don't copy, steal, or feed my work to AI. Thank you!
Author's Note: Sunday's such a perv boyfriend sometimes. I feel so embarrassed with this, but it's just too much fun to write (^///^)
a/n: welcome to pt 2 and thank you for the support on part 1 i really wasn't sure if anyone was really going to read it and i am still very new with writing hsr content so i hope i am doing well so far and i hope you enjoy this part.
read part 1 here
taglist: you commented under the original post for a pt 2 so i wanted to tag you! @alatusperegrinus
after that night, things between you, danheng, and caelus completely changed. there was a charged sort of energy whenever the three of you were in the same room—something unspoken that lingered between glances and touches, something none of you seemed willing to acknowledge out loud.
you hadn't spoken to caelus about his feelings. and you definitely hadn't spoken to danheng about the side of him you'd seen that night. the possessiveness had been...unexpected. not that you were complaining. if anything, you'd be lying if you said it hadn't been a little attractive. seeing danheng, usually so composed and restrained, become so territorial over you had awakened something you hadn't known was there. still, he had been a bit much. especially considering caelus was supposed to be your best friend.
and then there were the missions. one after another, back to back, leaving barely enough time to sleep, let alone have any privacy with your boyfriend. every time you thought you'd finally have a moment to yourselves, another assignment would come up. it was frustrating. because over and over again, you found yourself thinking about the last time the three of you had been together like that. about how it had felt. and, perhaps most of all, about the look on caelus's face. you couldn't forget it. every time you saw him, it was there in the back of your mind—that want he'd never actually put into words. and the longer you ignored it, the harder it became to pretend you didn't notice.
so, the next time you finally had a moment alone with danheng, you decided it was time to talk. you told him what you'd been thinking. you expected hesitation. maybe even jealous outrage. instead, he listened quietly, considering your words with that same unreadable expression he always wore when he was trying to make sense of something complicated.
when you finally finished, he was silent for a moment. then he agreed. it wasn't exactly a simple conversation, and there were boundaries you both needed to establish first. but by the time you'd finished talking, there was an understanding between you. an agreement. all that was left was caelus.
caelus was suspicious the moment you asked him to meet you alone. he'd been suspicious of everything lately. except now you finally noticed the way he watched you and danheng whenever you were together. the way his expression changed whenever danheng touched you. the way he'd sometimes open his mouth as if he wanted to say something, only to swallow the words.
so when you found him alone later that night, leaning against the railing and staring out into the stars, you knew this wasn't going to be easy.
"caelus."
he glanced over, "hey."
you stepped beside him. for once, neither of you said anything.
"you've been avoiding me."
he sighed brushing his hand through his grey hair. "maybe a little."
you turned toward him. "why?"
his jaw tightened. "you really want me to answer that?"
"yes."
caelus looked at you then. and there it was—that expression. the same one you'd seen that night. the same longing he'd tried so hard to hide.
"i don't know how i'm supposed to act around you anymore," he admitted.
your chest tightened. "because of what happened?"
he looked away. "i wanted you before that night. i wanted you during it. and afterward..." he laughed bitterly. "afterward i realized i wanted something i probably shouldn't."
"caelus."
"don't." he pushed away from the railing. "i know you're with danheng. i know i'm supposed to be your best friend and leave it alone. i'm trying."
you stepped in front of him. "what if i don't want you to leave it alone?"
he froze, "what?"
you reached for his hand, and his fingers twitched beneath yours.
"danheng and i talked."
caelus stared at you. "about me?"
"about us."
his eyes widened, and you gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
"we're okay with this."
"okay with...what?"
"you."
his mouth opened, then closed. "you're going to have to be a little more specific."
despite yourself, you laughed. you moved closer. "we both know how you feel about me. and after that night..." you paused. "i want to figure out how i feel about you too."
caelus looked almost afraid to hope. "and danheng?"
"he agreed."
the silence that followed felt enormous. caelus searched your face for any hint that you were joking.
"you're sure?"
"yes"
"and you're not doing this because you feel bad for me?"
"no."
his voice dropped. "then why?"
you put your hand not holding his on his chest. "because i want you."
caelus stared at you. then he laughed once, quietly, like he couldn't quite believe his luck.
"you're going to be the death of me."
"probably."
his forehead came to rest against yours. neither of you moved.
then a familiar voice came from behind you. "are you finished?"
you jumped. danheng stood several feet away, arms folded. caelus stared at him. "you could've announced yourself."
danheng's gaze shifted to you. "is everything settled?"
"yes."
caelus looked between the two of you. "so...what now?"
you felt your heart beat faster in anticipation. danheng stepped closer. "that," he said quietly, "is up to all three of us."
you surged forward first, catching caelus by surprise and crushing your mouth to his. the kiss was raw, urgent, your tongue sliding past his parted lips to taste him deep. a low groan vibrated from his throat straight into your mouth.
danheng stepped in behind you, arms sliding around your waist, his lips dragging hot and open along your shoulder and the side of your neck. you were pinned between them, heat pouring off both bodies, their chests pressing into you from front and back. your head tipped, fingers threading into danheng's hair as you breathed his name. he answered by sinking his teeth into the curve of your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
"fuck… bedroom now?" you whined.
caelus grabbed your hand and tugged, danheng following close. a sharp, playful slap landed on your ass as you were hurried down the hall. just outside caelus's door he spun you, pinning you to the wall and claiming your mouth again. then he lifted you clean off your feet, carried you inside, and tossed you onto the bed.
you landed breathless, watching them through heavy lids while they stood at the foot of the mattress and worked their belts open. you sat up, reaching for them, helping strip the shirts from their shoulders until warm skin met your palms.
danheng caught your chin and kissed you slow, deliberate. "i have an idea," he murmured against your lips, "if you’re up for it."
you nodded fast, already aching. he took the shirt he'd just removed, folded it once, and slipped it over your eyes. the world went dark, fabric soft and smelling like him. your pulse jumped. you'd talked about this before—being blindfolded, at his mercy.
"we're going to touch you," danheng said, voice low, "and you're going to guess who. get it wrong and you get punished."
the mattress dipped on either side of you. hands—two different sets—began to move. one pair skimmed up your thighs, fingers tracing the hem of your skirt before sliding beneath. another hand cupped your breast through your top, thumb circling your nipple until it stiffened. you tried to focus, but the touches overlapped, teasing, retreating, returning.
a mouth closed over your collarbone, teeth scraping lightly. another set of lips brushed the inside of your knee, then higher, breath hot against your skin. fingers hooked into your underwear and dragged them down. cool air kissed your slick folds. someone's thumb pressed between them, spreading wetness up to your clit in slow circles.
"who is playing with your tits?" one of them asked lowly.
"danheng." you guessed, voice already shaky.
a low chuckle—danheng. the thumb pressed harder, two fingers sliding inside you at once. you gasped, hips jerking.
"wrong," caelus said from somewhere near your ear. "that's one."
a sharp little slap landed on your inner thigh, not enough to hurt, just enough to make you clench around the fingers still working inside you. the hand withdrew, and you whined at the loss.
another mouth replaced it—this time lower. a tongue licked a slow stripe up your pussy, circling your clit before sucking gently. you moaned, thighs trembling.
"ca—caelus," you tried.
the tongue paused. "wrong again," danheng murmured, and the punishment came as two fingers—his, you realized—pushed back inside you, curling hard against that spot that made your back arch.
at the same time caelus's mouth returned to your breast, biting through the fabric of your top until your nipple throbbed. they kept you guessing, kept you guessing wrong. every mistake earned another slap, another bite, another stretch of fingers or tongue until you were dripping onto the sheets, blindfold damp with sweat, hips rolling helplessly toward any touch they’d give.
"last chance," danheng warned, voice tight. "who's got their mouth on your clit right now?"
you swallowed, desperate. "danheng."
it was quiet save for your harsh breathing, then caelus laughed softly against your cunt. "wrong."
two mouths descended at once—one sucking your clit, the other biting the soft skin just above your hip. fingers thrust deep and fast, and you were so close to release. the blindfold slipping just enough for you to catch a glimpse of both of them watching as you nearly fell apart. then they moved away from you. but the game wasn't over yet.
caelus shifted between your spread thighs, the blunt head of his cock nudging your slick entrance. the first push stretched you, and the difference was immediate and unmistakable. this was caelus. his cock wasn't as girthy as danheng's but it was longer. a low, satisfied sound left him as he sank deeper, hips rolling in one smooth thrust until he was seated fully inside you. suddenly hitting that spot inside you
you gasped at the new fullness, walls fluttering around him. "danheng—please, take it off. i want to see."
danheng's fingers brushed your cheek but didn't move the blindfold. "not yet."
caelus chuckled, voice low and edged with payback. "still giving orders, danheng? thought you liked watching her beg."
he rolled his hips again, dragging a moan from your throat. "she feels incredible. tight, wet…my cock is different from what you're used to, huh?"
you squirmed, desperate. "please—let me watch him fuck me."
danheng stayed silent, but his breathing grew heavier. caelus pulled back and drove in harder, setting a steady rhythm that had your back arching. "she's gripping me so good. bet you're jealous."
you reached up, fingers finding the blindfold, but danheng caught your wrists and pinned them above your head. "behave."
caelus laughed again, thrusting deep enough to make you cry out. "she doesn’t want to behave. she wants to see how much better i feel."
your patience snapped, and you shoved at caelus's chest, rolling him onto his back and climbing over him in one fluid motion. the blindfold stayed on, but you didn't care anymore—you sank down onto his cock with a single desperate drop, taking every inch in one go. your hips snapped in a frantic rhythm, riding him hard, thighs burning with the effort.
caelus groaned, hands flying to your waist. "fuck—look at you."
danheng stayed at the edge of the bed, one hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking slowly. "don't worry about me," he murmured, voice tight. "i can wait."
you leaned forward, bracing your hands on caelus's chest, grinding down in tight circles that made him curse. every bounce drove him deeper, the angle perfect, your clit dragging against him with every roll of your hips.
caelus's hands tightened on your hips. "shit—if you keep—fuck doing that—i'm not gonna last."
caelus lifted his hips up lazily to meet you half way. the movement making your moans grow in pitch. and with a few more thrusts, caelus arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down one final time holding you there. he came with a sharp groan, his cock pulsing deep inside you as his release flooded your walls. the heat of it pushed you over the edge, your walls clenching hard around him while you cried out against his chest. you collapsed forward onto caelus's chest, blindfold still in place, body twitching with aftershocks.
you stayed there for a moment, both of you catching your breath, until you slowly lifted yourself off his cock. his cum and yours dripped from your swollen pussy as you crawled backward off his lap. you ripped the blindfold off and threw it somewhere in the room. as your eyes adjusted to the light they met caelus's fucked out gaze. and he looked just as mesmerizing as he did the first time.
"i told you...you would be the death of me." he sighed out.
you smirked before you lowered your head between his spread thighs, tongue darting out to lap at the mess coating his softening cock. the taste of both of you coated your tongue as you licked him clean, dragging your mouth lower to catch the drops that had spilled onto his balls.
danheng watched from behind you, his hand still wrapped around his own hard cock. you gasped against caelus's heated skin, your tongue starrting to work over the sensitive head of his cock as danheng drove into you from behind with sudden force. each powerful thrust shoved you forward, your mouth sliding wet and messy along caelus's spent length while danheng's hips slapped hard against your ass. the slick, obscene sound of his cock pounding into your cum-slick pussy filled the room.
"fuck—" danheng grunted, fingers digging deep into your hips. "still so fucking tight."
caelus's hand slid into your hair, holding your face pressed to his crotch as danheng used you. your tongue kept moving, while danheng's cock stretched you open again and again. overstimulation made your thighs tremble, but you couldn't stop the way your walls kept clenching around him.
"missed this pussy so much," danheng groaned.
his pace turned brutal, each thrust forcing more of your combined cum to leak out around his cock. it dripped down your thighs while you moaned into caelus's lap. you panted hard, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth.
"it's too—fuck—much, heng, please—"
"you can take it, baby. you're doing so well." he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "want to cum for me?"
"yes—god, please!"
caelus pulled you up with a soft whine, licking your lips before kissing you deep.
"cum," he said, smirking against your mouth.
your orgasm hit instantly, your body responding to both of them. danheng followed right after, burying himself deep and filling you again with a low groan.
he pulled out slowly, then disappeared into the bathroom for a cloth. when he returned, you were curled against caelus's chest, his fingers stroking through your hair.
danheng stood there watching for a moment. then he smiled. caelus looked up, met his eyes, and gave a small nod. danheng stepped closer, and caelus took the washcloth from him.
"let me," caelus said quietly.
danheng lifted you into his arms, pressing soft kisses to your forehead while caelus gently cleaned between your thighs.
"i love you," danheng whispered against your ear.
your heart fluttered. caelus moved in on your other side, wrapping his arms around your waist, his breath warm against your skin.
"thank you," he murmured. he glanced at danheng. "both of you. for letting me be part of this."
your heart squeezed. you looked at him for a moment before reaching out and brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead.
"you don't have to thank us."
you smiled back before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. when you pulled away, his expression was almost dazed.
you laughed quietly. then you turned toward danheng. he'd been watching the two of you with that familiar, unreadable expression, though the faint softness in his eyes gave him away.
"what?" you asked.
"nothing."
you leaned forward and kissed him too, slow and affectionate. when you pulled back, danheng's hand settled at your waist.
"i suppose i should be thanking you as well," he said.
caelus raised an eyebrow. "for what?"
"for making this considerably more complicated."
caelus stared at him. "you're welcome?"
you couldn't help but laugh. you leaned back between them, taking one of their hands in each of yours.
"come on," you said. "let's go get some sleep."
caelus glanced at danheng. "think she'll let us sleep?"
danheng sighed. "i doubt it."
you looked between them, incredulous. "excuse me?"
caelus laughed, pulling you closer. "nothing."
"that's what i thought."
and for the first time since that night, the three of you didn't have to wonder what this was. it was something new. something a little messy. but it was something that belonged to all three of you. and, somehow, it felt right.
