part 1. part 2. dana evans is your neighbour 18+, age gap, dry humping, pussy eating <3
you'd never lived in an apartment that held 'get to know your neighbours' night. strange concept, you were perfectly fine knowing just one other person in the building, not by name but politely smiling whilst you gathered your mail. you had enough friends, not a lot, but enough and work was tiring so if you could avoid small talk in the corridor then you were happy to.
then fliers appeared on the lobby notice board.
people have too much time on their hands, you exhaled as you read, also wondering how much buy in this would actually get. your night would be spent the same as any other single woman in their late 20s, finish work, take-out and real housewives, NOT mingling in the hall with strangers.
unfortunately for you, there was a lot of buy in. crowds of people flooded the communal space, all cradling beer bottles and plastic cups like it was some kind of frat party. you had no intention of staying, of chatting or getting involved in any measure but fighting your way through the stairwell, unnoticed with a bag of ramen, proved quite difficult.
"hey! you're 64b right? i'm 68, just above you" a sweet bubbly girl beamed at you, intercepting your path. she was most likely the organiser of this event, like she'd made it her mission to get to first name basis of every single resident in the building.
"oh, yeah. hi.." you weren't rude, you were tired. and you didn't need this adult-friend-making-speed-dating shit. "nice to meet you, i'm just gonna-" trying to slip past.
"you HAVE to meet your neighbours" she ignored your attempt to politely excuse yourself, ushering you back into the crowd of people so close to your front door.
the introductions were tedious, she pointed out the couple to your left, the old man directly beneath you. you stood half smiling, giving your name out and trying to find any morsel of energy to even give a shit. you just wanted to go inside, eat your ramen and go the fuck to sleep. but the conversation left no gaps for your escape, not that you didn't try. you knew politeness would be your downfall one day.
then—
"think you're all keeping this nice gal from her dinner" a petite blonde in grey-blue scrubs broke up the circle you were standing in, eyeing your ramen as she pulled a key from her bag. "and stacey, keep it down out here yeah? need some shut eye" she walked to the door opposite yours, turning the key and giving you a subtle wink as she let herself in.
"sure dana, don't worry we'll keep it-" the girl, whom you now know as stacey, called out as the door slammed "-down"
you smiled, finally finding your own queue to leave.
she found her way into your mind that night, the blonde in scrubs. you weren't sure how you hadn't noticed her before, being in such close proximity and all. not when collecting mail or leaving for work, maybe your schedules were polar to each other but you knew you'd have remembered her. and that wink, nice lady.
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after your brief encounter, you found yourself looking out for your neighbour a little more. she clearly kept to herself which just made you more curious. the scrubs suggested some kind of doctor or nurse, the one bed apartment told you she probably lived alone and you hadn't stopped thinking about her no nonsense approach to stacey. she was quite a bit older than you, you could tell that from her voice - a little deep, accent thick.
the day she walked past you she smelt like cigarette smoke and rich perfume, her ears were double pierced and she chewed gum with an open mouth.
the next time you caught her was brief. early morning, pre-7am, in the same clothes as last time. you were taking advantage of the mild air, heading out for a quick run before work and she was clearly starting her day.
you exchanged 'mornings' and then she was gone.
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summer brought a heat wave and unfortunately for your building, a strain on the air con.
it was early evening when you heard raised voices in the hall. you stepped closer to your front door, slick sheen across your chest from the growing heat inside your apartment, listening to the other side.
"no you need to come and fix this fuckin thing now. not tomorrow, now. it's 100° in here for christ sake"
you only heard one voice, like she was on the phone.
"jesus-" then silence.
you opened your door to see her stood in a tank and lounge pants, hair stuck to the back of her neck with the rest pulled into a claw clip.
she turned to face you at the sound of the door click, holding up her phone "building manager, piece of shit"
you laughed under your breath. "your AC out too?"
she nodded, shaking her head down at the phone with a raised brow, then shoving it into her pocket.
"spent my day off sucking on ice and trying not to pass the fuck out" her smile travelled from her eyes to her lips, skin creasing at the edges. she looked at you for a second, titling her head slightly. "we haven't met"
you opened your door more, stepping out into the hall. "we kinda did" you meant that first day she saved you from the crowd.
"mm not properly, doll" she folded her arms, face softening "i'm dana"
you told her your name and she smiled, like it fit you. "you new here? not really seen you around much" you asked her, curious to find any detail, big or small.
"i work a lot and never really been one for stairwell small talk"
"oh yeah, of course- sorry i just-"
"not you kid, the ole neighbourhood watch crew and their building parties" she clearly had the same view of 'meet your neighbour' as you did. your shoulders relaxed. after a second, "you want some ice tea? just made a jug" she gestured her hand towards her apartment.
"won't say no to that" you mumbled, smiling.
her apartment was nice, it mirrored yours just the opposite. you were right to assume she lived alone, there was just one of everything. no manly shoes in the entrance or photos of anyone other than what you assumed were her grown children.
she dabbed her forehead with the back of her hand as you both sipped and made the small talk you claimed to hate.
"so you a doctor or something?" you asked.
"close. nurse. down at pittsburgh general, have been for 32 years"
that confirmed the age gap you already knew was there. it shocked you, how she'd been in a job longer than you were alive and you didn't have to say it for her to know you were thinking it.
"let me guess, you were still in diapers when i was in college?"
"close. i was born about 5 years after you graduated i think" you didn't know why you said it, feeling rude after it came out but she just laughed, shaking her head as she sipped her tea.
"jesus. even my tattoos are older than you"
you weren't sure why you felt that in your stomach. you huffed a laugh to try conceal it, blaming the spreading burn on your neck on the stifling heat.
then her phone rang, you could vaguely hear the building manager say he couldn't come til tomorrow. she was an animated woman, hands flying around, voice raised. you wouldn't want to get on her bad side, you thought. you finished the last sip of your tea, setting the empty glass down and mouthing thank you before excusing yourself while she dealt with the dick on the other end of the line.
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you started seeing more of dana. passing in the hall, starting your day, taking out the trash. your conversations became longer and more than just greetings. sometimes you'd forget you were going to work and spend 15 minutes in the hall just chatting.
you got to know her more. she worked day shifts, had 3 daughters, she liked white wine (you saw her bringing a bottle home one night) and she loved her job.
she got to know you more too. where you went to college, how you were allergic to cats and loved to read on the door step when the sun was out.
your grocery hauls were complete opposites. hers were that of an adult with fruit and veg, bottled water, essentials. she made a joke at how your bags clinked like you were hiding the entire liquor store in there and she asked if you knew pop tarts were not a substantial breakfast.
since then, she'd be at your door a couple of times a week with filled tupperware. sometimes it was a full meal, other times fruit salads and home baked biscuits. you returned the favour by bringing a jug of margaritas to her doorstep on a saturday night.
"jesus h christ, did you blend these at all?" dana half laughed, almost choking on your lethal dose of tequila and lime.
you sat on giant cushions in the open window of the fire escape in dana's apartment, the half filled jug between you.
"it's saturday night. we're getting lit"
she rolled her eyes at your lingo.
"it's saturday night and you're getting drunk with your elderly neighbour" she corrected.
"it's my community service, helping out a senior citizen-" she swatted you, spilling some cocktail on your lap as your head fell back in laughter.
"fucker"
"i'm kidding you know" you said after a second. "you're literally like my closest friend right now"
you weren't sure if you were supposed to feel like this about friends. or what it even was you were feeling. you just knew you liked her company, perhaps more than you should. you liked getting to know her, wanting to know everything about her. you knew that you liked women but obviously, you assumed she didn't.
dana sparked up a cigarette, inhaling deeply as the smoke curled above the pair of you. she handed you the tab, exhaling and you took it between two fingers. your gaze didn't break from one another.
"quite fond of you too, doll" that smile again, the one that narrowed her eyes and showed the top of her teeth. fuck.
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it'd been a few months since you first met dana and your friendship had grown into something you both treasured dearly.
you'd end up at one another's place at least once a week. the nights when she wasn't too tired from her shift or you hadn't been pulled away by your other friends. you'd much rather spend your time with her, not that you'd admit it.
it was all nice and neighbourly. knocking on each others door with take-out or a bottle of wine. somewhere along the line you'd swapped numbers. that was originally for the purpose of dana taking in your parcels when you weren't home, keeping each other updated for anything in the building but it soon became a text chain between friends.
use the back entrance, stacey's on the rampage
got some of your mail, let me know when you're home and i'll come drop it
hey, is your power out?
don't suppose you fancy a glass of vino 🍷
one evening you'd managed to get yourself roped into going to the bar with some work friends. the cocktails fell down your throat far too easily and by 9pm you were more than tipsy.
you weren't quiet coming home. stumbling up the stairwell, talking to yourself, an oop when you missed the top step, dropping your purse. a door next to you clicked open.
"someone's had a good night" dana picked up your purse and you beamed up at her, pulling yourself up by the hand rail.
"daaaaana, hey"
"you smell like a brewery" she laughed, lightly holding onto your upper arm to guide you to your front door.
"just had a few drinkypoos" you hiccuped. "you wanna come in for one?" your words weren't slurrred but it was no secret you were drunk.
"i think you've had enough" she pulled your key from your hands as you struggled with the lock, turning the key in one smooth movement for you to enter.
you walked through your apartment to the sofa, falling onto it as dana dropped your purse next to you, headed to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water.
she returned and you couldnt help but notice the glow on her face, the softness in her eyes. you took the glass and just held it. "drink" she urged, stern but not unkind.
sipping from the glass, you held her gaze. there was something between you, something that felt different in that moment. her finger came up to tip the glass further, pouring more liquid down your throat, until she was content you'd had enough.
"good girl" she took the glass away from you and despite your thirst being quenched, your mouth suddenly felt dry.
she saw you swallow thickly. her lips parted slightly. the skirt you were wearing had ridden up to your thighs with how you were sat.
"now get some rest"
you were still sat in the same position when you heard your front door click behind her. what you didn't see was dana stood in the hall for a second, breathless like she'd just ran the length of your apartment. you didn't know she thought about turning round, coming back in. not knowing what she'd say but considering it all the same. she pondered for a moment, one hand on her hip, the other tousled in her hair.
"fuck" she thought about how you'd looked at her just moments ago. how you reacted. her chest tightened, unknown feelings creeping their way into her conscience.
she didn't turn round. she fought the urge, heading into her own apartment.
you managed to sober up relatively quickly. downing more water, a couple advil and a luke warm shower to cool the heat between your legs. good girl, it replayed in your mind over and over as the stream poured onto your skin. what the fuck? your neighbour, your friend, a woman almost twice your age, a woman who you had no confirmation had any interest in women whatsoever, a woman you couldn't have.
it was hard to get dana out of your mind as you lay in bed, not that you really tried. the room was dark with the exception of a bedside lamp, quiet. it was then you decided to pick up your phone.
you: you awake?
you didn't expect her to be with the time. but then the bubble appeared.
dana: yeah, everything ok?
you hesitated for a second.
you: just wanted to say thank you for earlier
you: not sure i'd have made into my apartment without you
that's not really what you wanted to say.
dana: just doing my community service, helping out the drunk and disorderly...
you laughed at her using your own words against you.
dana: assume you're feeling better?
you: much
you: followed the nurses orders with water and two advil
it felt a little loaded to send but you did anyway. then the bubble appeared and disappeared enough times to cause you panic. you almost sent another message, something flat and obviously platonic, maybe even just a 'anyway, good night' to kill the conversation.
then—
dana: good girl
you didn't even know you were clenching your thighs til you felt the flutter between them.
in 64a, dana's mouth went dry as she pressed send. it was a lot for her, being bold like this. she didn't know what she was doing or what her intentions were but for once in her life, she ran with it. ran with the knot in her stomach, the throbbing sensation between her legs.
she waited for you. nervous at your reply. hoping she wasn't mistaken by this, whatever the fuck this was.
you: dana
fuck it.
you: can you come back over here
this could go one of two ways, the way you want or the way in which you've read this so incredibly wrong.
it was the longest five minutes of your life, between sending that message and hearing the knock on your door.
when you opened it, she was facing away. turning when she heard you. you could see her breathing heavy, the rise and fall of her chest. you stepped back slightly and she stepped in. then it was just the two of you, stood silent in your hall. your oversized tee had wet patches on the back from your damp hair, you saw dana's eyes glance once over you, suddenly aware you're naked on the bottom half beside underwear.
she was in similar loungewear you saw her in one of the first times. she wore a gold cross on her neck, something you'd noticed before but not really paid attention to.
"i-" you started. she stopped you.
"i don't know what i'm doing" her eyes wide, voice low. "this isn't- i've never-"
you extended your hand to hold hers.
"dana-"
"i don't know why i feel like this" there was an undertone of panic and vulnerability. "about you"
you could feel your heart in your ears, in your chest, in your stomach.
"i'm twice your age, i shouldn't feel like this about you" she spoke quietly, as if being loud would make something real.
"but you do"
a moment. your thumb brushed over her hand.
"i do"
before you could stop yourself, your lips were on hers. she stilled for a second, and then she let herself feel. she kissed you back, hands tentatively finding the base of your neck as yours found her waist.
then it got messy and heated and the two of you were stumbling from the hall to your bedroom one door down.
she was panting into your mouth as you led her backwards, calves hitting the bed.
"fuck dana, wanted this f'so long" you breathed between her lips. "tell me you want this"
dana moaned, it slipped out before she could stop it, pulling back from you. "want this. please"
you were soaked. you had been since you were full of booze and she'd touched your arm in the hall. but now her tongue was in your mouth and your hands were slipping under the hem of her tank, feeling skin you'd never felt.
"can i?" you tugged at the material and she nodded. she was naked under that, her hands came up on instinct to cover her bare tits, you replaced them with your own, pulling away slowly.
"wanna see you" she let you, your mouth watered at the sight. they were incredible, nipples hard from your fingertips ghosting over the skin. she exhaled deeply, breath hitching when your lips skimmed the flesh of her neck.
your fingers trailed from her chest, grazing skin down her sternum to the waistband of her trousers. you felt her move against you the closer you got. you flattened your palm against her stomach, sliding it beneath the elastic and finding her without panties, hot and needy, her bare cunt dripping and begging for you.
dipping your index and middle finger through her wetness, dana whimpered, mouth parting.
"mmm, fuck-"
you swiped your fingers a couple of times, spreading her wetness and then you pulled away. fingers glistening in the dim light. the noise she made when you sucked her off your middle finger made your pussy twitch.
"taste so good dana" you kissed her, light and loving. "so fucking good"
you pushed her softly onto the bed, standing above her as you pulled your t shirt over your head, leaving you almost equal in your clothing. her eyes wandered all over you and you watched her take it in. when you pulled her trousers down her legs, you couldn't believe the sight. her laid back, naked and yours.
when you crawled onto the bed, she moved herself back on her elbows to make space for you. you nudged her legs open by the knees, they fell apart with ease and she shuddered at the cool air against her bare cunt.
she was nervous. not because she was inexperienced - this may be her first time with a woman but she was no stranger to sex. in fact dana would have always considered herself a sexual person, in touch with her own desires however it'd been so long. so long since her divorce, since she'd slept beside someone, felt that kind of intimacy. then seeing your body and youth almost intimidated her. but the way you looked at her soon seemed to negate all of that.
when you were between her legs, lowering yourself to become face to face with the slick mess, she felt sexy. and wanted. you wanted her.
"oh my god- mmph" the first swipe of your tongue had her head thrown back. she lay flat on the bed as you worked her up, holding both thighs steady, licking up to her swollen clit.
you moaned into her, nails digging into skin as she started to roll her hips against your face. god it was hot. she whimpered and moaned and muttered your name over and over. "oh fuck, yes- there, that's-" her own cry cut her off as you curled two fingers deep. they slipped in with ease, her own arousal and your saliva dripping from your fingers as you pumped in and out.
you came up for air, resting your cheek on the inner of her thigh as you started fucking her, hard. the noises were obscene, slick and squelching with every move.
"doing so good baby oh my god i wish you could see what i can" you kissed her thigh, she moaned your name. "so fucking good"
"fuck you're gonna make- make me cum" her accent sounded thicker as she moaned, unbelievably sexy. you could tell she was close the way her cunt started to clench around your fingers. "don't stop"
like hell you would. hands squeezing her thigh, you worked your hand hard inside her and brought your lips to suck softly on her clit. the dual sensation had dana's back arching from the bed, handed fisted in the sheets and her toes curled against your back.
"yes yes yes ye-" with one final fuck of your fingers and pop of your tongue, she fell silent and rigid. then a looooong groan drew from the back of her throat, hoarse and deep. you worked her through it, until she was breathless and shaking, lifting your head up away from her.
"m gonna need a minute, hon"
you smiled. she was glowing, sweaty and messy. hair had fallen into her face, cheeks rosy and chest flushed.
"that was so fucking good dana" you kissed up her body, bringing your leg to straddle one of hers. your mouth landed between her tits, softly sucking the skin there, her hand found your back, stroking lazily across your shoulder blade.
"you're telling me" she laughed under her breath, still trying to regain some composure.
you were so turned on. seeing her cum like that, how bad she wanted you and you her. you hadn't even noticed your hips rolling against her thigh.
she had.
her hands snaked down your back, finding your ass. she squeezed over your panties, smirking at the wetness she could feel against her leg.
"did that turn you on huh?" she tensed her leg a little, giving you more to work against. "seein me cum like that?"
"shit" you moved harder against her, voice all whiny and strained.
"you wanted this for a while didn't you" her hands helped you, digging into your ass, pulling you into her. "wanted me, naked and wet for you"
you'd drenched your panties by now, dripping onto her skin. the wet material slick against your pussy felt so fucking good, your movements became more erratic, chasing your pleasure, needing to cum so bad. and her words only made it worse.
"good girl, just like that, gonna cum for me?"
fuck. there she goes praising you like that, knowing what it does, knowing that's what got you both here in the first place.
"fuck dana 'm gonna- mmm"
you fucked her leg whilst whining her name, brows knit, eyes screwed shut until—
"look at me. look at me when you cum baby"
your mouth fell open and everything building in the pit of your stomach grew hot and tight. you came all over her leg, a flood of wetness drenching you both, a guttural cry unleashed.
it shocked you both. how hard you came undone just from that. when you fell on the bed next to her, you both lay in silence, just the sound of hot breath and quiet traffic outside.
"stay tonight?" you managed, eventually.
when you turned your head, hopeful she'd agree, dana met your gaze with a glint in her eye.
"if you'll have me"
you kissed her. you didn't stop kissing her for a while.
Summary: requested by anonymous- hi! Could you do maybe a smutty fic where it’s the scene with robin saying Steve’s well hung and the readers dad is hop so they all kinda freeze and hop gets pissed? I’m a wee bit tired so idk if that made any sense but yeah
Robin's mouth moves faster than her brain thinks and she spills Steve's secret, and her mouth gets you and Steve in trouble.
Content warning: SPOILERS!!! smut, f receiving
gif dividers credit: @pixopix
requests are open!
You study the splattered building on your shoes and think of the building, Steve cleaning up the cuts by your eyebrow and kissing the bandage when he puts it on. "All better," he hums and helps you off the counter, taking your hand and walking to the others.
Steve and Murray squish on a loveseat and Steve's arm stabilizes you around your waist when you find a seat on the arm. Everyone else is scattered in different places, some standing or sitting. Your eyes linger on Max before looking at Hopper at the window.
Your hand drags up Steve's back to find the curls at the bottom of his hair, twirling it around your finger as you listen intently. It was like any other plan you heard when growing up, only this one wasn't about helping Hawkins, it was saving the world.
"You're not flying this helicopter, are you?" You ask your dad nervously and he chuckles.
"No, we'll get the pilot to do it," he says nonchalantly. Robin shakes her head and paces.
"Kidnapping, again! Add more charges on our rap sheet," she mumbles. You look at her with a small smirk, your nails scratching Steve's skull.
Questions start to rise about flying through the rift and so does Hopper's impatience. "Just fly through it?" Lucas asks.
Dustin chimes in once again and you roll your lips in between your teeth to hide your smile. He's unintentionally annoying Hopper and it's hard not to laugh. "These rotors are, like, 40 feet wide. It's too big. It's not gonna fit." Jim takes a deep breath and you look at him.
"Steve hears that all the time and goes in anyway. Don't you?" Your mouth fell in a straight line, hand freezing on Steve's neck. His finger loosens in your belt loop and you look at Robin wide-eyed, who had the same look.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Steve scolds her and you look at Hopper, whose patience was through.
"It's funny," Murray teases and Steve looks at him, slapping his shoulder, and Murray retaliates with a threat of karate. You laugh a bit but remember what you're laughing at, and shrink once more.
"Moving on," Jim says lowly and glares at Robin, looking around the room at everyone. He continues with his rant, and once again, Dustin butts in. Him and Hopper start arguing, then Murray jumps in, and soon half the room is yelling over each other.
Steve tenses under your hand and you look at him and he's mumbling to himself. "Steve?" He gets off the couch confused, then comes back with a look of determination on his face.
"We don't need a magic bean to climb," he speaks in a normal tone and you turn towards him, confused. "We don't need a magic bean to climb!" Steve exclaims and grabs everyone's attention, Jim still glaring.
You all follow him and listen to his explanation, his plan on how to end Vecna. You hang on to every word, watching his hands move the slinky, listening to his masterplan.
Everyone agrees it's an amazing plan, and Dustin adds planting a bomb to make sure the Upside Down is gone for good. You look nervously at the two, and you know what's already going to happen.
The group disperses and you grab Steve's sleeve. "You're not.. thinking of planting the bomb yourself, right?"
Steve gives you a look but before he can answer, the boom of Jim's voice shakes the room. "Hey." You jump away from Steve and you both look at him nervously. "Tell your friend I don't appreciate comments like that." He looks between the two of you and you nod.
"Absolutely, sir, that was uncalled for and I treat your daughter-"
Jim holds up his hand. "I don't.." his fingers fall into a fist and he drops his hand from the air. "Just please tell your friend no more jokes like that," he huffs before padding away.
You release a breath and Steve chuckles, holding your face and laughing into your mouth. "It's not funny! She almost had you killed!" You laugh along too and hold his elbows, standing on your toes to kiss him. "Come on, we need to get the ammo."
Steve taps your butt and follows you to the ammunition room, locking the door behind him and scooping you up. "How romantic is this?" He jokes.
"Oh, I think I could get married in here." You wrap your arms around his neck and grip his hair, kissing every inch of his mouth. Steve kisses down your neck and holds your waist, pushing your sweater up slightly and digging his fingers into your skin.
"I've missed you," he breathes into your chest and you laugh, holding his face to make him look at you.
"I've been with you every day, Harrington."
"Not like this," he groans quietly, kneeling and unbuttoning your jeans. "Not just you." Steve tugs the denim down your thighs, scratching his nails down the back of them and biting your skin. "I want just you."
You step out of your pants and Steve looks up at you as kisses your wetness through your underwear, teeth biting and pulling them to the side. "Steve.. we have to.." your back hits the wall when his tongue dips into your pussy, collecting your juices on his tongue.
"We have to what? Tell me," he mutters and you can't even open your eyes as he pushes two of his fingers inside of you. You rest a foot on his shoulder and hold his hair, the other hand covering your mouth. "Thought so."
Steve works his tongue to the pace of his fingers, moaning to himself when he tastes you. You look down at him and he immediately looks at you, pulling away with swollen bright pink lips. "Fuck, I love you," you breathe and he chuckles, kissing the inside of your thigh and moving his fingers again, his thumb rubbing over your clit.
You peel your eyes open and hold his cheek, Steve falling into your touch and looking up at you with his jaw hanging a bit. Your hand moves and grips his chin and running your thumb over his swollen lip. He bites down on your nail and you hook your thumb, digging your fingers into his chin.
"Steve," you gasp and hold his head for stability, his tongue replacing his thumb as he brings you to your orgasm. You slide down the wall a bit and he catches you, cleaning you up and falling on the floor with you in his lap.
You look up at his glistening mouth and blush, kissing his cheek softly and he rolls his lips in with his tongue to clean them off. Steve brushes a piece of hair out of your face and runs his thumb down your nose.
“I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he chokes out and you brush his hair out of his eyes, holding his face as you coo with a laugh.
“Oh, Harrington! I don’t think I’ve seen you cry and it makes me want to cry.” You hold his neck to bring him down and kiss him passionately, Steve holding your face with both his hands and falling deeper into the kiss.
“I just don’t want to lose you. We’re almost done, but I’m scared of the outcome. You’re the only peace I’ve had in this messed up place and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He’s fully cry at this point, a tear rolling down his nose and on your cheek.
“Steve, you’re not going to lose me. Just as long as you don’t sacrifice yourself or hang around that bomb,” you smile and he chuckles, kissing your forehead and letting his lips sit there for a minute. He rests his cheek on your head and strokes your hair and you hold his tricep.
“I just remembered you’re laying on the floor naked,” Steve mumbles into your hair and you laugh when you look at your bare thighs.
“Oh right,” you grunt when you sit up, Steve pulling you up and leaning you against the wall. He pulls your pant legs out and holds them open. “Uh, where’s my..?”
“Hm?” He hums innocently and looks up at you with those long lashes and beautiful brown eyes. You shake your head and pinch his cheek, sliding on your pants with Steve doing everything.
“You’re buying me new underwear, Harrington.” He taps the side of your foot after he’s done tying your shoes and stands up to kiss you.
“Can I buy you a ring too?” He winks and you push his shoulder slightly, grabbing a duffel bag and throwing it at his chest with warm cheeks and a cheesy smile on both your faces.
14k words | smut, fluff, hard sex, strap-on, double penetration, spitroast, late christmas special (again), just straight up smut
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‘Girls, would you please set the table?’ you said loudly, with your back to them.
You were in the kitchen, carefully removing the tray from the oven to check it. The sea bass had been cooking for about twenty-five minutes, its skin crispy and the aroma of lemon and pepper filling your flat and making your mouth water. Next to it, on another tray, the vegetables — two carrots, a courgette and a pepper cut into strips — were already ready, golden brown and tender.
It was Christmas Eve, and you were preparing a dinner in the purest traditional Milanese style, as it should be. Outside, it was snowing, and you had all the blinds open just to enjoy the enchanting view of the snowflakes falling gently and sticking momentarily to the windows, which reflected the Christmas lights scattered throughout the flat. At your feet, the pair of piranhas you called your cats sat on their hind legs, waiting patiently for a piece of fish that would never come, no matter how much they made eyes at you and meowed.
‘We're coming!’ you heard them both say from the living room.
Rina was the first to appear on your right, leaning on the counter with a half-empty glass of Pinot Grigio in her hand. She was wearing an adorable outfit, a red sweater with puffy shoulders and a black skirt, matching her short black hair and the headband that adorned it.
‘Is the fish ready?’ she asked, coming closer to sniff. ‘Woah, it smells so good!’ she smiled.
‘Almost, almost,’ you replied as you put the tray back in the oven, closed the lid and adjusted the temperature. ‘Five more minutes and we'll take the vegetables out too.’
A couple of seconds later, Wony walked behind you and stood to your left to take plates out of the cupboards. Her outfit was a little less colourful than Rina's, but it maintained the elegance she loved to wear: a black skirt, just like Rina's, but with a khaki knitted jumper.
‘Do you need help with anything else, darling?’ your girlfriend asked, also taking cutlery out of a drawer near your feet.
‘Nope,’ you shook your head, taking a step back to look at them both. ‘Just go sit down and wait for the food, okay?’
‘Understood,’ Wony came up to you, gave you a little kiss on the lips, and turned to hand a couple of plates to Rina. ‘Help me with this, jagiya.’
Rina took the plates, nodded, and let Wony give her a little kiss on the lips, which made her blush. Then she just followed her to the dining room.
The scene would have caused a stir for you eight months ago, when you still didn't know how the hell you felt about Rina and exactly how she felt about you. But now that you were in this unconventional but happy relationship involving the three of you, you had gotten used to it. Whenever Wony kissed you, she kissed her. Whenever Rina kissed you, she kissed Wony. And whenever you kissed one of them, you kissed the other as quickly as you could.
That Wony liked Rina and vice versa was never a secret to you; it was obvious every time those two were together. A year ago, on that night when Aeri had also been involved, it was evident to you from the way they looked at each other and the way Wony chose to have Rina kiss her instead of kissing you. Not to mention the hunger with which they devoured each other's pussies and other attitudes that gave them away.
It wasn't an easy feeling to unmask, of course. Wony had told you that at first she thought it was just sexual attraction, just like it was for you. However, Rina had done everything she could to make you reconsider how you felt about her, even if it was unintentional, because you were sure that those were never the stupid cheese cat's intentions, it just happened that way; she was a girl who made it easy to love her.
Two months had already passed since you made it “official”. You never stopped to think about how good a decision it was, or what the consequences might be in the future—even though you knew very well that they might not be entirely pleasant. It was simply the best decision, period. After all, it was the decision that, for now, made all three of you equally happy.
You would have time later to discuss whether it would lead to a good place or not. For now, you were happy with your two girls.
Dinner was ready exactly when you had calculated. You took the fish out of the oven, along with the vegetables. You placed both trays on the worktop to your right, where you combined both elements on the sea bass tray, ready to serve. All that was left was the pasta, which was already drained and waiting in the pot; you had mixed it with butter and dissolved saffron, with a little grated Parmesan cheese on top.
You picked up the tray with the steaming fish and carried it to the dining table, right in the center, next to the wrapped panettone waiting for dessert. Wony and Rina were already sitting across from each other, their glasses of white wine refilled, chatting and giggling.
Wony's eyes lit up when the food was placed in front of her.
"Woahh!" she clapped her hands excitedly. "It looks delicious!"
You smiled. Every time you cooked something, your number one fan was always her. Partly because she loved you, and partly because that girl just loved food in general. Frankly, you didn't care how much of each it was; all that mattered was seeing her happy when you cooked delicious things for her.
Rina, ironically, was more restrained in that aspect. Although, surely, at that moment, with her eyes darting everywhere and her hands on her thighs, it was because she was hungry and impatient. Her way of showing both feelings was, as funny as it was, by doing nothing.
"Oh, and wait until I bring the pasta, you're going to die," you said, and then looked at Rina. "By the way, go easy on the wine. I don't plan on getting drunk today."
"Speak for yourself," Rina said, and took a sip of her wine.
"I'm going to hide the bottle."
"Aniyooo!!" she whined with a couple of foot stomps, half-laughing.
"I don't plan on getting drunk today either, honey," Wony added.
Rina looked at her with raised eyebrows and pointed to her glass.
"Then why are you drinking too? Huh?" she asked.
"Because I was keeping you company until you decided to stop."
"Oh yeah? And what if I never stopped?"
"We'll never know," Wony shrugged. "Because he already took the bottle without you noticing," she looked at you.
Rina frowned, and looked to where the bottle had been before. Not finding it, she looked at you.
"Oh, come on!" Rina pouted. "You're so boring!"
You chuckled, holding the bottle behind your back. Then you turned on your heel and walked towards the kitchen.
"Sorry, but I'm not going to let what happened that night after the Love Your W event happen again," you said, placing the bottle on a corner counter.
"We all ended up equally drunk that night!" you heard her say, as you grabbed the pasta pot with two oven mitts and carried it to the table.
"Because you were the worst influence," Wony replied calmly. "I'm pretty sure you were already a little tipsy when Ezio picked us up in the limo."
Rina chuckled softly.
"Well, at least I wasn't worse than Aeri."
"At least she knew when to stop," you said, hoping she'd catch the hint.
After placing the pot on the table, you took the tongs from your pocket and began serving the girls' plates first.
"You talk as if you didn't benefit from it," Rina said playfully.
"I talk as if I had the worst headache of my life the next day."
"But you had the best sex of your life the night before."
"One thing doesn't cancel out the other."
"Um, can we eat now?" Wony asked, looking at the pasta on her plate. "Everything looks delicious and I'm starving."
"Let me give the babies their food first."
With the three plates served and everything ready on the table, you went to the kitchen, grabbed two cans of wet cat food, and served them to Rory and Helios. If the whole family was having Christmas dinner, then it was the whole family, period.
"Now we can eat," you said, returning to the table and sitting at the head, with Wony on your left and Rina on your right. You looked at the latter. "Do you want to say a little prayer, sweetie?"
"Yes!" Rina nodded, and proceeded to clasp her hands together above the table. You and Wony imitated her. "Father God, thank you for being able to be here today with these two wonderful people who make me so happy. Thank you for this moment and for this food; we receive them with a peaceful heart. Amen."
"Amen," you and Wony repeated, with a small smile on your lips, before beginning to eat.
Wony, obviously, was the first to take a piece of fish with the vegetables and put it in her mouth. Her ecstatic expression and rolling eyes indicated that you had done an excellent job.
"Oh my god, I love you so much," Wony said after swallowing.
"Is it good?" you asked, about to try it yourself.
"It's incredible," she nodded, before putting another piece in her mouth.
"And the pasta?" you turned to look at Rina, who was chewing it.
"So good," she replied with her mouth half full.
You smiled and tasted your own food. They definitely weren't lying; you had nothing to envy of Gordon Ramsay's culinary skills.
"I accept tips," you said jokingly. "I don't get paid for any of this."
"We'll give you your tip later," Wony said, now focused on the pasta.
"A very generous tip," Rina added.
You knew perfectly well what that meant, so you chose to eat in proud silence, with a slight smile at the corner of your lips.
Dinner was pleasant. Nothing out of the ordinary. You and Wony mostly ate in comfortable silence with Frank Sinatra Christmas carols playing in the background, nodding at the occasional witty remarks and comments your extroverted girlfriend made, who was even more cheerful than usual that night.
Wony finished her plate first, then you, and finally Rina. You didn't leave any leftovers, not even a little bit of fish, even though the sea bass were quite large. That's how good everything had been. Even you were surprised, as it was your first time cooking a complete Christmas dinner in a long time. Maybe it was time to dedicate more time to gastronomy?
"Oh wow, that was delicious," Wony sighed, settling back in her chair, legs crossed.
"Do you still want some panettone?" you asked, taking a sip of your eggnog.
Wony looked at you, tilted her head, and let out a sigh.
"You know, honey?" she said, in that tone of voice she always used to lecture you. "We all know that since we've been together, I've only gotten prettier every day; you could say you have a very good touch."
"But...?"
"But sometimes I feel like you want to fatten me up so you can eat me for years."
You and Rina burst out laughing.
"Me?" you pointed to your chest. "Nah, what are you talking about?" You picked up the panettone box and turned it so she could see the front. "I'm just offering you some delicious hazelnut and pistachio panettone."
Wony sighed and looked at Rina.
"Do you want some?"
Rina nodded quickly, taking a sip from her glass.
"Well, fine," Wony resigned herself. "But let's go to the sofa."
"Are we going to watch the movie?" you asked.
"The Grinch?" Rina asked.
"Well, I wanted to watch The Polar Express."
"Oh no, I hate that movie," Wony said, frowning.
"Hm? Why?"
"It looks weird."
"And what do you want to watch?"
"Hm..." Wony put a finger to her lips. "A Christmas Carol?"
"That looks even weirder," you replied.
"Yeah, but I always like to see how Mr. Scrooge redeems himself and stops being a grumpy, stingy old man."
"Like me?"
Wony shook her head.
"You're just grumpy, sweetie."
Rina giggled.
"Well, thank you," you said, picking up the panettone box and standing up. "Go brush your teeth, please."
Rina and Wony left all the plates piled up to be washed later and stood up to go to the bathroom in your bedroom. They came back five minutes later and settled on the sofa while you were now the one brushing your teeth. When you returned, you sat down to Rina's left, the panettone on the coffee table in front of you as you searched for the movie you were going to watch on the TV.
But just then the doorbell rang.
You frowned and looked at both Rina and Wony, who looked just as confused as you. You made a silence, and seconds later, the doorbell rang again.
"Who could be ringing the doorbell on Christmas Eve at 11 o'clock at night?" Rina asked in a low voice, then looked towards the window. "And snowing."
"Didn't Juyeon say something about coming over tonight?" Wony asked, looking at you.
You shook your head and stood up.
"He couldn't come because something came up," you said, walking towards the hallway that led to the door. "I really have no idea who it could be."
Since you didn't have a peephole, you went to the door and pressed your ear against the wood, trying to hear any clue that would reveal who was on the other side, but there was only silence. With a heavy exhale, you finally put your hand on the doorknob and opened the door.
On the other side, you found a stunning woman with dark red hair. And not just any woman, but your first love. Your first princess. She didn't know it, but you truly owed her almost everything you had in your life today. Seeing her always made you instantly jolly.
"Hi, Oppa," Sully greeted with a slight smile, her hands clasped over her stomach.
"Hi baby," you replied, grinning from ear to ear as you looked her up and down. She was wearing an oversized black and white striped sweater, a short white skirt, and tall boots, with her backpack slung over her shoulder. It was unusual to see her with hair that wasn't brown, but you had to admit that the red suited her wonderfully.
"Uh... I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" she asked.
"Not at all," you shook your head and paused. "Although, well, we already had dinner, and I'm afraid there's nothing left."
Sully giggled.
"Oh, that's okay," she said, now looking you in the eyes. "I already ate before I came here."
"Okay okay, good to know," you stepped aside, noticing the tiny snowflakes in her hair. "Come on in. You must be freezing."
"Actually, I am," Sully stepped inside the apartment, left her bag on the floor and stopped just a few inches in front of you. "Why don't you warm me up a little, daddy?"
You glanced down the hallway, made sure neither Rina nor Wony were peeking, and wrapped an arm around Sully's waist, pulling her close. She wrapped her arms around your neck, and like perfectly synchronized clockwork, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
After almost four years, you and Sully knew each other practically inside and out. Your hands always found their way to the right places; your hands roamed her back, caressing her, keeping her close, while she moved her hands through your hair, stroking the back of your neck before cupping your face in her delicate hands. It was easy to get carried away with her, especially when your breaths grew heavy and you allowed yourselves a few extra seconds to savor each other's lips, so you had to summon all your willpower to break the kiss.
"Alright, that's enough, you little minx," you whispered, taking her by the shoulders to pull her away. "Let's go say hi to the girls."
"Will you help me with my backpack?"
"Anything you want, sweetheart."
You took Sully's backpack, closed the door, and gestured for her to go ahead. As you crossed the hallway and turned left, Rina was the first to turn around and get up from the sofa when she saw Sully.
"Yoonah-ya!" Rina said with a wide smile.
"Unnie!" Sully greeted back.
They quickly closed the distance between them with short steps until they met in a brief hug. Wony, more reserved but with a slight smile at the corner of her lips, also got up and joined them. After they greeted each other, you placed Sully's backpack on the coffee table and sat down on the sofa.
"You're just in time," you said, as Sully sat down to your right and Rina to your left. Wony had no choice but to sit to Sully's right. She didn't seem too happy about it, but you knew she wouldn't make a big deal out of it either; of all the girls, Sully was one of the very few whose behavior towards you she tolerated.
"Hm? Why?" Sully asked, hands on her knees.
"We were going to watch Christmas movies and eat panettone!" Rina replied.
"Oh, really? Well, I brought my Switch in case you wanted to play."
"Maybe not right now," Wony interjected. "I'm not good at video games, and we already have other plans."
"Ah… yeah, I understand. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, dear," Wony shook her head and stroked Sully's hair on one side of her head. "I don't mean it in a bad way. By the way, it's not that I mind you, but what are you doing here? It's late, and it's Christmas Eve."
"And it's snowing," Rina added, reaching an arm across in front of you to brush snow from Sully's hair. "Woah, your hair looks so pretty."
Sully let out a shy giggle.
"Thanks, unnie," she said to Rina, then turned to Wony. "Well, uhm... I was supposed to be with Jinsol and her family tonight because Chaeyoungie is not in Korea, but..."
"Uh, remind me who Jinsol was?" Wony interrupted. "Bae, right? The short haired one?"
"Aha," Sully nodded. "I had an argument with her."
"You having an argument?" you asked, as the rarity that it truly was.
"She went too far with a joke and almost deleted my Minecraft world that I've had for 5 years!"
You sighed. Wony didn't bother to hide her disbelief. You could understand it, and maybe Rina could too. But Wony was the most chronically offline girl you had ever met, so it probably seemed childish to her.
“And that’s why you’re here, sweetie? Because of a prank?” you asked.
“You know how much my Minecraft world means to me!” Sully protested. “You know it because you love me! Doesn’t she love me? I’m her best friend, she should know! If she knew, she wouldn’t do such stupid things.”
“Um, maybe she didn’t mean any harm, I don’t know.”
“She said I was overreacting and that I was immature!” Sully raised her voice, exasperated. You pursed your lips to keep from laughing; it was kind of funny seeing her like that. “Me! The one who didn’t pull the stupid prank in the first place!”
Silently, Rina leaned over to pick up the panettone box and placed it on Sully’s lap, who looked at her with a frown.
“Um… would you do the honors?” Rina asked with a nervous giggle.
Sully took the box and sighed.
“I guess,” she said, starting to open it. “How was dinner, by the way?”
“Oh, delicious,” Wony said. “Our chef outdid himself.”
“And we gonna give him a generous tip later,” Rina added.
“Um… why?” Sully asked. She wasn’t paying much attention, focused on opening the panettone box. You had to give her a hand.
“Well, because that way you can contribute to the tip we’re giving your beloved ex-boyfriend.”
“But… I didn’t bring any cash.”
“I accept bank transfers,” you said.
Rina nudged you in the ribs, glanced at Sully, and gestured for her to come closer so she could whisper something in her ear. A subtle smile played at the corners of Sully's lips, and she returned to her seat.
"Oh, right," Sully nodded. "I'm sure I can contribute, then."
"Great!" Wony clapped her hands together. "Honey, put on the movie, will you?"
"On it."
You quickly found it, as you had left the search halfway through when Sully arrived. Once it was playing, you settled back on the sofa and, nibbling on the panettone, settled to watch the movie with the girls.
The first hour of the film passed peacefully. The three girls watched attentively, showing no hint of their true intentions. They even managed to make you forget about it in your concentration on the movie. It was easy for them, though, since A Christmas Carol was one of your favorite Christmas movies.
That's why you didn't even notice when Rina placed a hand on your thigh.
You glanced down a few seconds later, but didn't think much of it because it was something she could have done without ulterior motives. Nor was it strange that Sully did the same on your other thigh, as she loved constant physical contact with you. However, the lightbulb really went off above your head when both of them, asynchronously, began to caress the inside of your thighs with their fingertips.
"You've got to be kidding me," you muttered to yourself, and turned to look at Rina. "Couldn't you have picked a better time?"
Rina raised both eyebrows and looked at you with her head tilted.
"Hm? I don't know what you're talking about, darling," she said, and looked back at the television.
You sighed. You weren't even going to bother asking the same question to the insolent little slut on your right. The only option was to accept your fate: there was no way you were going to be able to concentrate on the movie.
You confirmed this when, minutes later, both Rina and Sully snuggled closer to you, Rina letting you feel her breasts pressed against your arm, Sully with one of her legs partially resting on yours.
It was then that Rina, as slowly as she could, moved her hand up your thigh until she was pressing against your bulge with the side of her hand. Sully imitated her. Soon, neither could resist and they ended up placing their hands right on top of your bulge. There was no squeezing at first, they just left their hands there and let time pass, feeling you get hard.
Feeling the outline of your already hard erection under her hand, Rina finally closed her fingers and gave you a light squeeze that made you gasp. Sully lowered her hand a little, and following Rina's lead, very delicately squeezed your balls. The fondling continued for a while, with both of them taking turns massaging your cock over your sweatpants, soon causing you to stain them with pre-cum.
"Can't you really let me watch the movie first?" you asked, holding both of them by the waist.
"Nobody's stopping you from watching the movie," Rina replied softly, before reaching under your pants and boxers to pull out your cock. "Mmm... look how much you're dripping already."
"Hold on until the end of the movie, daddy," Sully whispered in your ear on the other side. "Don't pay attention to us."
You pursed your lips and grumbled. It was easy for her to say; if you were the one fingering her pussy, she'd be whining for you to stop the movie and fuck her already. That had happened before.
Rina wrapped her fingers around the base of your cock in a firm grip, while Sully wrapped hers around the tip and a little further down. Together, they began moving their wrists up and down your shaft. You clenched your fists, groaned softly, and glanced to the right, over Sully's shoulder. Wony was watching everything out of the corner of her eye, biting her lower lip and shifting restlessly. She wanted to participate, but for now she had to settle for watching.
You let out a low moan as Rina and Sully sped up the pace just a little. Rina moved her hand up and down, from the middle of your shaft to the base. Sully, meanwhile, focused on moving her fingers around the tip and the upper half, with twisting motions that made you hate the moment even though you were enjoying it immensely.
A little later, Rina brought her hand to her mouth, spat on it, and put it back around your cock. Sully did the same, and this time, instead of focusing only on the tip, she worked in tandem with Rina to move her hand all over your now saliva-covered cock, simultaneously going faster.
Sully must have noticed in your eyes that you were close to cumming, because she quickly signaled Rina to stop with a hand gesture.
"Mmghh!!" you groaned, clenching your fists. "Fucking hell..."
"You have to finish watching the movie first, daddy," Rina murmured, pressing your arm between her breasts. "Hold on a little longer, okay?"
"Are you aware that there's like 30 minutes left of the movie?" you asked.
"So what? It'll be a little exercise in willpower."
"Don't be a crybaby, daddy," Sully said, caressing your balls with the palm of her hand and giving you little kisses on your neck. "I already told you, just ignore us and you'll be able to hold out."
"Easy for you to say, slut."
Sully chuckled softly through her nose.
"How rude."
After giving you enough time to recover, Rina and Sully went back to work, keeping you on the edge for a torturous ten or fifteen minutes during which every muscle in your body was tense. It was probably one of the worst experiences of your life, or maybe the best; you really didn't know how you felt about it. All you knew was that when it was over, you were going to fuck them so hard they wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. Maybe that's what they wanted.
Rina, without saying a word, let go of your cock and sat further away from you, towards her end of the couch, only to lower her body and lie on her side, with her head on your lap. Already knowing what was about to happen, you held your breath and pursed your lips as she pulled your pants down further, took your cock, and put it in her mouth.
"Oh my god this shit is ridiculous," you grumbled to yourself, trying with all your might to concentrate on the movie while Rina slowly began to pump her head up and down on your cock.
"You better keep quiet," Sully said, settling down in the same way as Rina, causing Wony to move a little towards her end of the couch. "The more you say, the worse it'll get. Focus, daddy."
Before you could protest, Sully rested her head on your lap as well and joined Rina, kissing and licking the areas Rina couldn't reach with her mouth. She was given her turn to have you in her mouth seconds later, when Rina moved on to licking your balls and around the base. Sully increased the pace without hesitation, with faster pumps for every inch and less care about letting her saliva drip onto your shaft.
Looking for help, you turned to look at Wony.
"Why are you letting this happen?" you asked. "I swear I want to die."
"Because you look cute constantly being on the verge," Wony replied calmly, watching as Rina and Sully licked and kissed both sides of your shaft, their lips occasionally meeting. "I wish you could see yourself in a mirror, darling. You look like you're about to cry."
You scoffed.
"Go to hell," you said, forcing yourself to look at your TV screen.
"That's not going to stop you from not cumming until the movie's over, sweetie," Wony retorted. "In fact, you know what? Yoonah, sweetie, may I?"
Sully lifted her head from your cock and looked at your girlfriend over her shoulder.
"Can I touch you in the meantime?" she asked.
"Deal," Wony replied.
Wony and Sully quickly switched seats, with Wony now lying down to your right. Now both of your girlfriends were sucking your cock, but Wony mostly took control, with aggressive, deep-throating sucks, spilling saliva around the base of your shaft, which Rina then collected with her tongue and spat back onto your balls.
Suddenly, Wony moaned around your cock. Looking to the right, you noticed that Sully had lifted your girlfriend's skirt, pulled her panties down to mid-thigh, and was touching her pussy, her lips slightly parted and her gaze fixed on Wony's crotch. You couldn't see exactly what was happening from your angle, but you were sure Sully would be fingering her soon.
The last few minutes of the movie passed like that. You came close to cumming about three more times, but Sully knew you too well after four years of fucking you and having memorized every face you made at every moment, so it was easy for her to tell the girls when exactly to stop.
The end was approaching, and you felt your balls about to burst. Sully was now fingering Wony, with subtle wrist movements. Your two girlfriends, meanwhile, were salivating and sucking on your dick, their lips meeting along every inch of your shaft and even your balls. The long-awaited moment coincided with Wony having you in her mouth and Rina sucking your balls.
"C-can I cum now?!" you asked, looking at the movie credits pop up on the screen.
"Mhm," you heard Sully nod.
Like a genie released from its chains, you put your hand on Wony's neck and roughly pushed her head down, forcing her to take your cock deep into her throat just as you exploded inside her mouth.
Wony closed her lips around the base of your cock and gagged against it. She tried to swallow every thick stream that shot into her mouth, but ended up coughing and spitting out the whitish fluid mixed with her own saliva. The result was a mess of viscous fluids around the base of your cock, dripping down your balls and wetting the leather of the sofa.
"Mmmgh fuck, fuck, fuck..." you groaned under your breath, one hand on Rina's ass over her skirt and the other on Wony's bare buttock.
"Mmm, what a good boy," Sully said with a giggle. "Even I didn't obey you that well."
"You better shut your mouth, Seol Yoonah," you panted, watching as Rina and Wony worked together to clean your cock and balls. "If I catch you, I'm going to leave you paralyzed for a day."
"Reward or punishment?"
Sully slapped Wony's ass, making her squeal with one of your balls in her mouth, and began to move her wrist, fingering her pussy. Wony, after having swallowed enough of your load, lifted her head to look over her shoulder at Sully.
"Damn, your fingers are really long, aren't they?" Wony gasped.
"And they can make you cum in less than two minutes," Sully said, in a husky voice you rarely heard from her. She definitely never used it with you, since she was never the dominant one. "Want to try?"
Wony moved away from your lap a little and brought her ass closer to Sully, almost like a cat in heat. Sully smiled sideways and looked at you.
"I'll borrow one of your girls for a little while, daddy," she said, almost defiantly, as she fucked Wony's pussy with her fingers. "You'd better focus on the other one."
"It's good you say that because that's exactly what I was planning to do."
Rina continued to polish your cock, determined to leave it spotless and without a single drop of cum remaining. You had to grab a handful of her hair and lift her head to make her look at you. Rina moaned at the treatment.
"You were the one with the idea, weren't you?" you asked, holding her face with one hand. "Wasn't there something that would make me suffer less?"
"A lot came out, daddy..." she replied, wiping some cum from her chin. "I think you rather loved it."
You gave her a sharp slap on the cheek. Rina moaned.
"I hope you know how to deal with the consequences."
With a tug on her hair, you forced Rina to sit up and then lean against the back of the sofa, looking at you the whole time. You didn't ask permission to pull her sweater out from under her skirt and then take it off, leaving her in a black lace bra which you then also removed.
You stood up, took off your sweatpants and boxers, and knelt on the edge of the sofa to reach Rina, but a series of sweet moans caught your attention to your left. Wony had already completely removed her panties and skirt, and in a most peculiar image for you, she was straddling Sully, hugging her neck, while Sully had one arm around her waist and was quickly fingering her with the other hand.
"Since when do you enjoy being the dominant one?" you asked, simultaneously spreading Rina's legs and lifting her skirt.
"Since Chaeyoung asked me to," Sully replied, letting Wony moan in her ear. The sound of her palm slapping your girlfriend's ass was getting louder every second. "Now I love dominating pretty girls, as long as they don't like dominating more than I do, of course."
"Ah, interesting. And do you also fuck them with strap-ons?"
Sully fell silent and looked towards her backpack on the coffee table, a tiny smile playing on her lips.
"Maybe you'll get a surprise if you check the other big pocket."
You raised both eyebrows and looked at the backpack. You thought she was joking; imagining Sully fucking another girl with a dildo strapped to her lower body seemed like a far-fetched idea. Now the possibilities were deliciously better.
"We'll save that for later," you said. "How many centimeters?"
"Eighteen."
You whistled.
"Woah, you didn't skimp on size, I see."
Finally ready to focus on Rina, you lowered your gaze and brought a hand between her legs, expecting to encounter some fabric that you would have to push aside to access what was underneath. To your surprise, you found bare, soft, and wet skin.
You looked into Rina's eyes. She was biting her lower lip, suppressing a smile.
"No panties?" you asked, running your fingers up and down between her tender, soft folds. "On Christmas Eve? Are you serious?"
"A Christmas present for you, Daddy," Rina replied, bringing a hand to your cock to rub it, trying to revive it. "Are you going to give me mine now?"
You chuckled.
"You wish."
Rina let out a moan as you pushed two fingers directly inside her pussy, pushing them in little by little until your knuckles stopped you.
"Can you guess how many times I want you to cum as compensation for your little torture?" you asked, wiggling your fingertips inside her to rub her upper wall.
"Nnngh," Rina twisted her hips and looked up at you. "Two?"
You pretended to get up and leave her.
"N-No!" Rina quickly grabbed your wrist so you wouldn't pull your fingers out of her. "Three?"
"Three times," you nodded. "So you'd better get started."
Rina whimpered as you slapped one of her breasts with your free hand. You left that hand resting under her breast. Then, you started moving your other wrist, fucking her pussy with your fingers at a steady, deep pace. You soon sped up; a minute later you were slamming the palm of your hand against her crotch with every thrust.
Conveniently, Rina came for the first time just as Wony did. Both of them shrieked into the air, coming around the respective pair of fingers that were fucking them. Sully seemed to have the same intentions as you did with Rina, because she didn't stop once Wony came. Like you, she kept moving her wrist. You couldn't hear it, but she whispered something in your girlfriend's ear that made her moan.
"Come on, again, jagiya," you said, looking Rina straight in the eyes as you fingered her wet pussy at full speed. "Be a good girl so you can get your Christmas present."
Rina bit her lower lip between whimpers and arched her back, lifting her chest. You squeezed one of her breasts, your fingers playing with her nipples. Her thighs were still trembling from the recent orgasm. Another slap on her breast made her shriek with pleasure, but you quickly silenced her by putting your hand around her neck. That made her cum a second time.
Sully was having a harder time with Wony. This time Rina's orgasm hadn't coincided with hers, but you could tell your girlfriend was gradually melting with pleasure as she kissed her all over her face and neck.
"One more time, darling," you murmured, and brought your hard cock close to her mouth. "Here, a little motivation."
Rina immediately took your cock with her lips, and without using her hands, managed to get more than half of it in, sucking it avidly while your fingers moved quickly in and out of her dripping pussy. In the process, you also squeezed each of her breasts.
Wony finally exploded to your left, and you couldn't help but watch as she squirted all over Sully's lap. The two of them were now kissing fiercely, the redhead with her hands on each of Wony's buttocks, squeezing and rubbing. Again, it was strange to see Sully as the active one, but it wasn't an unpleasant image at all. It felt natural, for some reason.
Back to your own business, you put your free hand behind Rina's head and pushed your cock further into her mouth. You took control, fucking her mouth and quickly making her drool all over her own breasts. She moaned wildly around your cock, and closed her thighs around your wrist when she came.
You pulled your cock out of her mouth and let her whimper freely. Rina's whole body writhed on the sofa. Her smooth, perfect thighs trembled and contracted around your wrist, while her pussy spilled warm fluids onto your fingers and hand.
"Such a good girl," you said, cupping her face in your hand. She rubbed against it. "Ready to receive your present?"
"Yes, daddy," Rina nodded, still catching her breath. "Very ready."
You pulled your fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her mouth for her to clean them. Then, you took off the knitted Christmas sweater you were wearing and sat back on the sofa, both arms resting on the backrest and your legs spread apart so that the focus was on your erect, throbbing cock.
"Come ride me and put those tits in my face, then," you said.
Rina, despite still trembling, quickly straddled your lap, her breasts right in front of your face. She then rolled her skirt up around her waist, lifted her hips, and grabbed your cock with one hand to impale herself on it with a single, gentle downward thrust.
"Oh God!" Rina moaned, placing her hands on your shoulders, her ass resting against your pelvis.
"Mmmgh," you leaned forward slightly to lick one of her nipples. "Ride that cock, baby. Be a good girl and play with your little present."
Your girlfriend started moving her hips up and down, engulfing and releasing your cock with her silky, wet pussy. She moved along every inch, sliding her hands to your neck to pull you into a kiss. You simply left your arms resting on the backrest, letting her enjoy herself for a while.
As Rina and her breasts bounced gradually faster on top of you, one of the two missing girls settled down next to you on your right. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed dark brown hair and a naked, model-like body.
"Yoonah has amazing fingers, daddy," Wony whispered in your ear, then planted little kisses on the side of your face and down to your neck. Her hand went to your abdomen and slid down to your crotch to gently cup your balls. "They feel almost as good as yours."
Sully, also completely naked now, got up from the couch, walked behind Rina, and sat down on your left, leaning towards Rina and taking one of her breasts into her mouth. Rina moaned louder and grabbed Sully's head as she slammed her ass against your pelvis.
"It's good you clarified that," you said, lowering your left arm to hold Rina by the waist and wrapping the other arm around Wony's waist. "For a moment I thought you were going to propose to her."
Wony giggled.
"Jealous?"
"Not at all. She's not going to fuck you better than me."
"You say that as if she had a dick to fuck me with."
You chuckled softly, but didn't say anything. Rina was now in the stage of less pronounced but faster bounces, near her climax. Sully's contribution was to rub Rina's pussy and sucking and licking the same breast over and over again.
"Huh? What are you laughing at?" Wony asked,
"You'll see. I think you'll enjoy it."
Rina quickly came with a cute, loud squeal. She slammed her butt against your pelvis, and in such a sexy way that it made you groan, she began grinding her hips back and forth. Her upper body collapsed against your chest, breasts pressed against your skin, and she kissed you while cradling your face and writhing on top of you. You wrapped your arms around her and kiss her back, then slid your hands to her butt and squeeze it.
"Get off, unnie," you heard Sully say to your left. "My turn."
"Huh? No way, it has to be my turn," Wony retorted. "I'm his girlfriend!"
"And I'm his princess," Sully said. "Besides, take it easy. I know why I should go first."
"Oh yeah! How mysterious!" Wony scoffed. "And I'm his princess too!"
"I had him all to myself first."
"Shut up, both of you." You said, pulling away from Rina's lips. However, you continued to give her little kisses. "Yoonah, would you do me the favor of going to wait for me at the kitchen island?"
"Legs spread or bent over?"
"Legs spread."
"Yes, daddy."
"What a slut..." Wony grumbled.
"Let's just say she hasn't had the best influences over the past few years." you patted Rina's butt. "Move over, sweetheart."
"Jagiya, you know it's already twelve o'clock, right?" Rina asked with her hands on your chest. "Merry Christmas."
"That's right," you smiled, and gave her several little kisses on the lips. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," you turned to look at Wony and gave her the same number of kisses. "And Merry Christmas to you, my sweet girl."
"Merry Christmas, my sweet boy," Wony smiled, and hugged you both. "And Merry Christmas, jagiya."
Wony and Rina shared a quick kiss, and then the three of you hugged tightly.
"Not exactly the jolliest or saint way to celebrate Christmas, though." You said.
They both laughed.
"Grossss!" Sully yelled from the kitchen. "Daddy, aren't you coming?"
You turned to the left to see her perched on the front edge of the kitchen island, behind the dining area. She was, indeed, sitting with her legs spread, her feet resting on the edges. From where you were, you could tell she had recently shaved, probably that very day.
"I don't know what you call gross when you and I used to be worse," you said, pushing Rina off you to stand up and go to Sully. "Do you want me to remind you of the ISAC’s night three years ago?"
"Nope! That was a completely different Yoonah."
You stood between Sully's legs and placed your hands on the counter on either side of her hips to look her closely in the eyes.
"It shows, because now you even wear strap-ons," you said. "But let me make this clear," you lowered your voice. "You'll always be daddy's favorite little slut."
Sully tilted her head and looked at you with those stupidly beautiful little eyes that you would never stop being in love with.
"And your favorite pussy?" she asked with a soft, soothing voice.
"There are two back there giving you some competition, but yes."
"And..." Sully brought a finger to your chest and slowly dragged her fingernail down to your abdomen. "Your favorite ass?"
"I've never fucked your ass, Yoonah."
Sully pursed her lips and lowered her hand to your cock to rub it, covering her hand with Rina's fluids.
"Do you want to?" she asked. "It'll be your Christmas present this year."
You chuckled softly and leaned in to plant a small kiss on her lips.
"Does the red in your hair mean you've become Santa Claus?"
Sully laughed and wrapped her legs around your waist to close the distance between you. Your dick brushed against her wet pussy. Frankly, you were dying to fuck her that particular night. It was definitely the new hair color.
"No, unfortunately," Sully shook her head. "But I do have the Christmas spirit very much alive inside me."
"How jolly. Don't you want something else inside you?"
Sully tightened her legs even more around your waist, making the back of your cock press between her folds.
"I'm craving it, daddy."
"Do the honors, then."
Sully slid a hand between your bodies, grabbed your cock, and, without needing to lubricate it since it was still wet with Rina's viscous fluids, guided it into her pussy. The tip was quickly swallowed between her folds, and you pushed forward to slowly bring the rest inside her.
You slammed your lips against hers as she wrapped her arms around your neck. Sully moaned against your lips when you were deep inside her, and she released your waist to spread her legs wide. A couple of seconds later you started moving. Hard from the start, with thrusts that shook her every time your pelvis collided with her crotch.
The kiss lengthened and became increasingly messy and intense, your tongues intertwined. You ran your hands all over her delicious body, feeling the soft skin of her back under your fingertips. Finally, you left your left hand across her waist, and placed your right hand on the back of her neck, fingers firm there.
Sully moaned louder and louder in the middle of the kiss, and tugged at strands of your hair with her fingers tangled there. You lowered your hands and rested them on the counter, on either side of her hips. Now you were going harder but just as fast. The sound of flesh slapping together became present then, mixing with your muffled moans and the moans of Wony and Rina, who were surely involved in their own activities back there.
After pounding into her pussy in a prolonged frenzy, Sully dug her nails into your scalp and exploded around your cock with a shriek. She sank her teeth into your lower lip, so hard that it made you let out a small grunt, while her thighs and hips trembled with pleasure.
For the first time in several minutes, you pulled away from her lips and traced a path of wet kisses from her jawline to her neck, where you lingered to lick and kiss. Sully enjoyed her orgasm amidst heavy panting, caressing you from your hair to your shoulders, keeping you close to her at all times.
Seconds later, Sully grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer to her face so you could look into her eyes. You never tired of seeing her face bathed in lust, with her eyes slightly narrowed and her lips parted. On this occasion, she also had some of that new red hair stuck to her forehead and face from the sweat.
"Mmmgh, don't stop fucking your little princess, daddy," she purred, before cupping your face with both hands and planting little kisses on your lips. "I want that load all to myself."
"In the ass?"
"Yes, but hold on and fuck my pussy a little more, can you?" she asked. "I want to enjoy you while the birds of prey are focused on their own thing."
"I love those birds of prey, in case you forgot."
"I'm still your favorite," Sully smirked. "And I was before, when you were with Hanni. In fact, I think it doesn't matter who you're with, you know? I'll always be your number one."
"Alright, that's enough, you insolent little slut."
You grabbed Sully by the neck and pushed her back, forcing her to support herself on her elbows on the counter. Sully had a smug smile on her face, satisfied with having gotten under your skin. And of course, the damn smile didn't disappear even when you resumed your frantic thrusts against her still sensitive pussy.
"Am I lying?" she managed to ask.
"Shut the fuck up, Yoonah," you growled, and tightened your fingers around her neck to prevent her from speaking. Your other hand went behind her knee to push her back as you fucked her pussy as hard as you could. "I swear to God I wish you had never met Yeseo or the others."
"Th-that's... aaaaa... a l-li-e..." she managed to gasp through the constriction in her throat.
You squeezed your fingers tighter, and with that, she finally fell silent. Sully's eyes rolled back; her mouth slightly ajar. Only faint glimpses of moans managed to escape her throat, and they really only sounded like soft gurgles.
You maintained your iron grip for a record amount of time. Much longer than usual. Her face was already turning red, but you knew your girl well; if you had been hurting her or if she were in an unwanted situation, she would have already given you a signal that you would have immediately heeded. But the signal never came, and since it never did, you continued to squeeze her neck while her pussy suffocated your cock.
A little worry crept into your body when Sully's legs relaxed too much and her eyes narrowed. The worst was when her lips turned pale and she stopped blinking. You were about to let go and scold her for not telling you to stop sooner, but just then she came so hard and so suddenly that it gave you a good scare.
"Are you crazy or what?" you asked with a frown, finally releasing her neck.
Sully took a violent gasp of air and fell back, letting her head hang over the opposite edge of the kitchen island. Her whole body trembled as if she were being possessed in The Exorcist. Her thighs, shaking as if they were being subjected to constant electric shocks. Her toes permanently curled. And when her orgasm subsided enough and she caught her breath…
She burst out laughing.
"Oh my god, she's completely lost her mind," you muttered to yourself. "Hey! What the hell are you laughing at? I almost killed you, you crazy bitch!"
The laughter didn't stop, and you started to think that you really had knocked a screw loose in her head. A while later, she lifted her head and looked at you. Tears streamed down her face.
"That's the hardest I've ever came in my life," Sully gasped. "Who would have thought I'd have to be between life and death to experience it!"
"Well, I hope you enjoyed it, because I'm not doing that again."
"But!-"
You raised a finger.
"Absolutely not," you shook your head. "And I'll find out if you even think about asking Chaeyoung."
"Damn, you're so annoying!"
"Stay here, I'm going to get the lube," you said, pulling out of her. "I have to fuck your ass before you get even more insufferable."
"Hey! Who are you calling insufferable?" Sully demanded as you turned your back and walked towards the hallway. "Hey!"
You ignored her. Before you entered the hallway, your attention was inevitably drawn to what was happening on the living room sofa. Wony and Rina had moved to the longer part of the couch. Rina was on the bottom, as usual, while Wony was eating her tits and fingering her. Neither of them noticed your presence, so you went straight to your bedroom, grabbed the little bit of lube you had left, and returned to Sully.
The redhead, despite acting like an insolent brat, was still in the same place where you left her, in the exact same position, slowly touching herself while watching your two girlfriends have sex from there. However, her attention was quickly diverted to you when you arrived.
You looked at her in silence, standing in front of her. She didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that you were about to fuck her ass for the first time.
"Aren't you nervous?" you asked, the open bottle of lube in your hand.
"Nervous about what?" Sully tilted her head.
"I'm going to fuck your ass," you replied, putting lube on your fingers, which you then brought to Sully's butthole.
"So what?" Sully gasped as you inserted two fingers into her ass, slowly lubricating it from the inside as you pushed them further in. "Chaeyoung has already put things in my ass."
You inserted the full length of your two fingers inside her and moved the tips upwards, stimulating her a little. Sully moaned as you added a third finger to dilate the hole a bit more.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "When you're in a lesbian relationship, you have to experiment a little in the absence of a cock."
"What did she put in you?"
You rotated your fingers inside her to point the tips downwards. The movement made her stifle a gasp against her pursed lips. Soon she started breathing more heavily.
"And you let her put all that in you?" you asked. "Certainly, your slutty level is at a point of no return, honey."
Sully bit her lip and moaned as you withdrew your fingers from inside her.
"And I love it," she said with a sigh. "Because it drives you crazy and it drives my girlfriend crazy. What more could I ask for?"
"I have to agree on that," you acknowledged. "But there's no way I'm going to choke you like that again. Control your sluttiness."
"However you want, but please just put it inside me now," Sully pleaded, watching your dick throb. "Can I put the lube on you?"
"Whatever you prefer."
You handed her the bottle of lubricant. Sully poured a generous amount into her hand, and as it dripped, she brought it to your cock, rubbing it back and forth, the lubricant dripping onto the floor from your balls as well. When she had left your shaft glistening, she guided it to her ass herself, rubbed the tip in circles against her butthole, and then grabbed your waist to pull you towards her.
"Oh my god!" Sully moaned as your cock slid with incredible ease into her little ass.
"Oh my god indeed, fuck!" you gasped, your mind blown by how incredibly well her ass gripped your cock, the entire length of it inside her. You almost didn't want to move; it felt insane all on its own.
"Yeah, you love my ass now, don't you, daddy?" Sully asked, and leaned back again, resting on her elbows. "It's all yours to fill, daddy."
Still a little breathless and unable to fully process what was happening, you grabbed Sully behind the knees and pushed her thighs back, starting to move your hips. Sully dropped her head back and parted her lips, gasping as her chest rose and fell erratically. She finally started to moan when you brought her legs together, placed both her heels on your shoulder, and hugged her thighs to thrust hard into her ass.
Sully's entire body was shaken by your thrusts, her small breasts bouncing too. No moans came from her mouth, only heavy, broken gasps. What she wanted was to scream with pleasure; you could see it in her eyes as your cock went in and out of her tight butthole. But every time she tried, a new wave of pleasure paralyzed her beautiful face and made her lose her breath.
It reached a point where you were thrusting so hard against her ass that the collisions sounded like little firecrackers. Your hands squeezed her thighs, trembling and tense beneath her soft skin, and your arms were clasped around them as if they were going to escape you. You couldn't do anything but pant and groan, for the pleasure was overwhelming for both you and her.
"D-daddy!" Sully managed to shriek through the thrusts. "Fuck, don't stop! Don't stop! Nnnghhh!!"
"Mmghh!!!" you groaned.
Your thrusts were violent, almost with a kind of contained hatred that you pulled from somewhere for no specific reason, just for that moment. The result was Sully cumming like crazy without you even having to nearly suffocate her to death. She brought both hands to her face and let her back fall against the counter, finally managing to let out a sharp, tearing scream that vibrated your eardrums.
"And I'm not finished with you, bitch," you growled through clenched teeth.
While Sully's mind and body continued to melt in tremors and contractions, you let go of her legs and pulled her by the arms so she would sit up and get off the counter. Her legs almost gave out, but weak as they were, Sully managed to stand and turn her back to you, as she already knew your intentions perfectly.
"Hey, what are you two doing over there without us?" you heard Rina's voice behind you, from the living room.
"None of your business for now!" was the first thing that came to mind as a response. Maybe not the most appropriate, but your brain had few places to go at that moment.
With one hand on her neck, you forced Sully to bend over the counter, her ass raised and legs straight, feet slightly apart, her beautiful, semi-curly red hair falling down her back. You went back inside her ass with surprising ease, sliding in with a single smooth motion that made you groan aloud. Then, hands on her ass, you continued to fuck her ass like an animal.
Sully writhed against the counter, her hands in a constant, desperate search for something to hold onto as you hammered her ass from behind. Her hair looked gorgeous, so you grabbed a handful of it and pulled it back, your other hand gripping her waist.
"I'm going to fill your damn ass," you growled, more of a statement than a warning. "A damn cream-filled pastry."
You gave Sully a stinging slap on the ass, eliciting a little yelp, and squeezed her buttock with all your might. Seconds later, you let go of her hair and gripped her waist with both hands, watching as you violently jiggled her ass with each thrust.
Your climax wasn't far behind. Sully had another intense orgasm, now clinging to the edge of the counter, and the way her butthole tightened around your shaft was the perfect trigger for you to thrust forward and explode deep inside her.
"Ughhh!!" you groaned. "Good fucking lord!!"
You and Sully moaned incessantly, her face pressed against the cold surface of the counter, her hands still gripping the edge out of pure nervous reflex from the short circuit in her brain as you ejaculated in torrents into her ass, which quickly filled up and forced you to slowly withdraw. By the end of your orgasms, only the tip of your cock remained inside.
And just as you pulled out, a short-haired beauty pushed you aside and knelt behind the trembling Sully. You could only watch, stunned and breathless, as Rina stuck out her tongue to collect every drop of your cum that spilled from Seol Yoonah's dilated butthole.
The other beauty arrived behind you. Wony hugged you from behind and rested her chin on your shoulder to look at you as you mentally composed yourself. She caressed your abdomen and chest, then grabbed your slippery, still sensitive cock and rubbed it with her palm.
"Did you have fun, my love?" she asked, kissing your neck and cheek. "It sounded like you were having the time of your life. Without me."
"You weren't having such a bad time either, darling," you replied.
"Oh, certainly not," Wony sought your lips for a kiss and looked into your eyes. "Our Jiminie has incredible skills with that tongue."
"I know that for a fact."
You both looked at Rina, busy eating all your cum from Sully's ass, who was looking at her over her shoulder with her face covered in disheveled hair.
"Go to the bedroom, all of you," you said. "I'm going to get Yoonah's backpack and I'll join you."
Wony gave you one last kiss on the cheek, helped Rina to her feet, and checked that Sully was okay before leading the three of them down the hallway, straight to your room. You went to the living room, grabbed Sully's backpack, and opened the pocket she had told you about. A smile spread across your face. Inside was the holy grail: an 18-centimeter realistic dildo, embedded in a strap-on made of linen straps. After zipping the backpack up, you grabbed it by the top and went to your bedroom.
The girls were already in your bed, lying side by side. Sully was in the middle, facing Rina who was kissing her, with Wony behind her holding her waist and giving her little kisses on her neck and back. All three pairs of hands were moving from breasts to pussies, as close to each other as they could get to keep each other warm.
"Sullyoon-ah," you called out as you entered the room, closing the door behind you. The redhead broke the kiss with Rina to look at you. "Ready to fuck a couple of cuties?"
Rina and Wony exchanged glances and then looked at you, confused.
Sully sat up in bed and reached out for the backpack.
"Bring that over here."
You tossed the backpack in front of her. Sully opened it and immediately pulled the strap-on out.
Your girlfriends' eyes widened.
"Huh?!" they both said in unison.
"Since when...!?" Wony said.
Sully grabbed the strap-on and put it on with surprising skill, fitting it snugly against her lower body. She then lay back down between Wony and Rina, hands behind her head and legs spread, showing off her fake penis.
"So? Are you going to suck it or not?"
"But you won't feel anything!" Rina protested.
"Who said I won’t?"
You discreetly slipped into bed and lay on your side below where Wony was, propped up on one elbow. Her butt was just inches from your face, and you didn't hesitate to lean in and give her a kiss on the cheek.
"Biology!" Rina retorted, and tapped the strap-on's dildo to make it jiggle. "It's not real."
"Shut up and suck it, unnie."
Sully grabbed Rina by the back of the neck and, meeting no resistance, pushed her down onto her fake penis. Rina took it into her mouth and sucked it without complaint, as you would expect from her. The redhead, with one hand behind her own head, smiled proudly, guiding Rina's movements along every inch.
"Gosh, that's so... weird to see," Wony said, and then looked at you as you pushed one of her thighs towards her torso to gain access to her pussy. "Since when do you know about this?"
"Since no more than an hour ago," you replied, spreading one of your girlfriend's butt cheeks to give her pussy a lick. "You're going to have both holes fucked at the same time, don't complain."
Wony moaned softly and ran a hand through your hair as you ate her out.
"I didn't know Yoonah-yah enjoyed fucking girls," she said, looking at the girl to her left. "Did he egg you on to wear that?"
"I egged him on to let me wear this," Yoonah replied, watching Rina suck on her dildo from top to bottom. Then she looked at Wony. "And yes, I'm going to love fucking you, cutie."
Sully winked at her, and Wony was left speechless, blushing. Even you, busy with your tongue and lips on your girl's folds, smiled proudly.
You forced Wony to, for the moment, focus on you while you gave your dick time to come back to life. First, you laid her on her back, then spread her legs and held her thighs. Your licking quickly made her moan and writhe on the bed.
"Can I ride your, um... dildo, Yoonah-yah?" you heard Rina ask to your right.
"I'd be happy for you to," Sully nodded.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Rina straddle her, and in the same way as with you on the sofa, she impaled herself on Yoonah's dildo up to the hilt. The older girl let out a muffled moan, placed her hands on Sully's breasts, and began to move her hips on her.
"And I always saw you as the sweet, introverted princess of NMIXX," Wony said to Sully between gasps, but with her gaze fixed on you.
"I've always liked giving pleasure without receiving anything in return," Sully replied, watching Rina's breasts bounce with each thrust against her dildo. "Your little boyfriend can confirm that. I gave him blowjobs before bed without him even asking."
"I don't remember asking you, sweetie," Wony said, and then moaned when you licked faster. "Oh fuck."
You inserted two fingers into your girlfriend's wet pussy, in preparation for what was to come. Your tongue, meanwhile, was focused on her clit. The combination of both brought her to climax in less than two minutes.
Wony grabbed your head with both hands and pushed your face against her pussy as she came, her hips writhing. You licked your girlfriend eagerly, savoring her, then rose up and positioned yourself on top of her to kiss her fiercely. One of Wony's hands quickly went down between your bodies to grab your cock, stroking it and slowly bringing it back to life.
To your right, Rina had planted her feet on the bed and was doing squats on the dildo. Yoonah was firmly gripping her breasts, with a generally masculine attitude and demeanor that you found stupidly sexy. It was something you never thought you'd see, and the fact that Rina was the first girl you saw being fucked by her on that strap-on only made it better.
After a little while of making out and groping each other with Wony, she managed to get your cock hard again, and without wasting any time, she grabbed it to guide it between her folds, rubbing your tip against them. You, not wanting to make her wait any longer, straightened your back, grabbed one of her legs behind the knee, and thrust your cock inside her.
The moan Wony let out coincided with Rina's as she came on Sully's dildo. As you began to move your hips to fuck Wony, you glanced to the right for a second to see Rina collapsing to her knees against the bed and against Sully, with whom she melted into a sensual kiss.
Seconds later, Yoonah made Rina move away from on top of her. Wony then looked at her as she knelt beside her, the dildo wet with Rina's fluids just inches from her face.
"W-what do you expect me to do with that?" Wony asked as you fucked her gradually faster, both hands on her thighs pushed back.
"Suck it," Sully said flatly, one hand on the base of the fake cock.
"But you can't..."
"I said suck it," Sully insisted.
Wony looked at you incredulously, offended at being given orders by someone other than you, but in the end, she had no choice but to let Sully put the dildo in her mouth.
Despite her initial resistance, Wony quickly got used to the sensation and completely forgot that she was sucking a dildo. This was partly because you had shifted into a higher gear and were now pounding her pussy with deep, fast thrusts, making her moan around the silicone cock. It was also because Sully was doing an excellent job asserting her dominance, with one hand permanently on the back of Wony's neck, guiding the rhythm.
"How about you fuck her mouth?" you asked.
Sully looked at you and then at the girl below. Wony looked up at her and, after a few seconds, nodded with her mouth full.
The change of position was quick. Wony was now on her elbows and knees, legs spread, her ass raised for you. You re-entered her from behind, while Sully penetrated her mouth from the front. That's when Sully's previous experience with Chaeyoung started to show, as she held Wony's head from behind and moved her hips naturally.
Sully pushed her dildo deeper into Wony's mouth. Your girlfriend took it like a pro, barely gagging even though her throat was now being fucked with increasingly rough thrusts by the red-haired girl. Behind, it wasn't much different: your pelvis slammed with increasing force against her buttocks, making her body shake forward.
Wony did nothing but moan like a slut in heat, her saliva dripping from her mouth onto the sheets. Rina watched everything from the right, lying face down, already recovered from her recent orgasm.
"Mmm, that's so hot," Rina sighed. "It's my turn next, right?"
"It's not like there are any other girls, right?" Sully replied. "Come here and kiss me."
Rina immediately got up and knelt beside Sully, wrapped her arms around her, and kissed her.
Sully, with one arm around Rina's waist to keep her close, grabbed a handful of Wony's hair and, while thrusting her hips back and forth, pushed Wony against the dildo to complement the movements. Wony then started to gag, but not because it bothered her throat, but because all the saliva was pooling in her mouth. It wasn't until she came that Sully gave her a break.
"Mmm, you really enjoyed that, didn't you?" you asked, stroking your girlfriend's buttocks and lower back as she had her orgasm around your cock. You gave her a little slap on one buttock and made her squeal.
"I... I have no comment, mmmgh" Wony moaned, collapsing face down onto the mattress.
"Daddy, do you want to check the little pocket on the side of my backpack?" Sully asked. Rina was still hugging her, giving her little kisses on the neck.
Panting, you leaned to the side to grab the backpack and open the pocket Sully was pointing to. A giggle escaped you. Inside was a still-sealed bottle of lubricant. You took it out and showed it to her.
"You seriously carry this stuff around?" you asked.
"Of course not! I just had a hunch I'd need it today," Sully patted Rina's butt. She looked at her. "Who do you want to fuck your ass, Ezio or me?"
"Ezio," Rina replied.
"Alright," Sully looked at you. "How do we do this? As you can see, I have no experience double-penetrating a girl."
"Leave it to me. Jimin-ssi, sweetie, come here."
As gently as you could, you moved Wony to one side of the bed and lay down in the middle. Rina looked confused, not knowing what to do.
"Just lie on top of me. On your back."
Rina did so, and as soon as she rested her back against your chest, she lifted her knees so you could grab them from behind and pull them towards you, putting her in a full nelson position. You planted your feet on the bed, knees bent. Sully knelt in front of you both as she opened the bottle of lubricant.
"You're not a butt virgin, are you, unnie?" Sully asked. You couldn't see anything, but you soon felt the slippery liquid dripping onto your pubic area, as Sully must have been lubricating Rina's butthole.
Rina moaned as Sully inserted her fingers. You were giving her little kisses on her shoulders and the back of her neck.
"I'm not," Rina replied.
"Okay, then I can do this right away."
Sully proceeded to lubricate your cock as well, and seconds later, she grabbed it to guide it into Rina's butthole, which yielded effortlessly and allowed every inch of your shaft to slide in up to the hilt. You and Rina moaned loudly. Then, as you started moving your hips up and down, Sully settled into a squatting position, with her feet in front of your thighs, so she could insert her dildo into Rina's pussy.
Rina was momentarily paralyzed, one hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. Two cocks were filling her completely in both holes, and both cocks soon began moving in and out, forcing their way in with every thrust as you held her legs firmly against you.
Unable to contain herself any longer, a minute later, by which time you were moving at a considerably fast pace, Rina brought her hands to her face and dug her nails into her cheeks.
"NNNGHHH!!!" she shrieked, her perfect breasts bouncing.
Sully, with her hands on Rina's thighs for balance, was bending her knees to pump up and down against Rina's pussy, while you were thrusting violently up and down against her butthole, which felt like a second, tighter pussy. During these moments, Wony sat up and knelt beside you.
"Oh, you're loving this, jagiya?" Wony asked, leaning forward to take one of Rina's breasts into her mouth as they bounced. "Do you like having both your holes fucked at the same time?"
Rina nodded as best she could, amidst whimpers and ragged breaths.
"Come on, look at me, sweetheart," Wony said.
Rina pulled her hands away from her face and looked at Wony, who slipped two fingers into her mouth. Rina sucked on them with a deep moan, drunk on pleasure.
"Now that's three holes," Wony said, moving her fingers in and out of Rina's mouth. "All while I'm sucking your pretty tits. Doesn't that make you want to cum really hard?"
Rina nodded wildly again, putting her hands over yours under her knees, and seconds later, she came in a flood of intense spasms and high-pitched whimpers.
"Oh wow," Sully immediately pulled out of Rina's pussy, watching as she squirted a little.
You groaned, Rina's ass clenching around your cock amidst strong contractions. Your girlfriend dropped her head back and turned it to meet your lips. As you kissed her, you released her legs and wrapped your arms around her body to hug her.
"How about we switch holes, daddy?" you heard Sully ask. "I want to fuck her ass too."
You broke the kiss with Rina and looked into her eyes.
"Do you want to continue?" you asked.
Rina looked at you with glassy eyes and her mouth slightly open. She nodded, flushed with pleasure. You gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
"Turn around then."
You pulled out of her butthole and allowed her to turn around on top of you, now straddling you with her knees on either side of your waist. That way, you put your cock inside her pussy and Sully put her dildo inside her butthole.
The rhythm and intensity were the same, only now Rina was muffling her moans against Wony's lips in the middle of a sensual kiss with her girlfriend, who was also grabbing one of her buttocks. Her breasts bounced just inches from your face; you only had to tilt your head up slightly to take one of them into your mouth and suck on it, while you hammered her warm pussy with all your energy and Sully pounded with her dildo in the other hole.
Rina soon burst into moans again, and just a couple of minutes later she had another climax twice as strong. Her entire lower body trembled, your dick sliding out by inertia, as she expelled another stream of squirt that bathed the entire back of your shaft and soaked everything within reach.
"Fucking hell!!" Rina shrieked, digging her nails into your shoulders. She had tears in her eyes and on her cheeks that she didn't bother to wipe away.
You wrapped your arms around her waist and held her against your body, giving her little kisses on her breasts and collarbone.
"I'm sorry, jagiya," Wony said, and proceeded to push Rina off you. Rina was so weak that she fell like a sack of potatoes beside you. "But it's my turn."
"You're not so reluctant to be fucked by a fake dick anymore, are you?" you panted, with an eyebrow raised.
"I was never reluctant to be fucked by a fake dick," Wony clarified as she lay on her side, with her knees pulled up against her torso. "I was reluctant to suck a fake dick. Now come here and fuck me so hard I can't walk straight."
You accepted Sully's help to get up onto your knees. You both positioned yourselves behind Wony, you on the side of her butthole.
"I feel like I'm about to faint," you said, preparing Wony's ass the same way you had with Rina a few minutes earlier. "So you'd better have a blast before I cum."
"That will depend entirely on you two," Wony replied, with a hand on her own buttock. "Good luck."
Sully didn't wait for you to finish lubricating your girlfriend's butthole before inserting her dildo into her pussy.
"Mmm, that's it," Wony moaned, placing her hand on Sully's flat, perfect abdomen. "It feels better than I thought, and... you look sexier than I thought with that thing on."
"My girlfriend says the same thing, thank you," Sully replied, beginning to move her fake cock in and out of Wony's pussy.
After leaving Wony's butthole prepared and sufficiently dilated inside, you took your dick and slowly pushed it into her ass. Wony rolled her eyes as her tight little ass was filled by every inch of you. Then you, with one hand on your girlfriend's perfect little waist and the other holding Sully's waist from behind, began to move with strong, deep thrusts.
You and Sully brought Wony to a deep trance of pleasure even faster than Rina; not even a minute had passed when Wony was already whimpering like crazy, not knowing where to grab onto. Her only option was your forearm, which she clung to with an iron grip. Similarly, you had your fingers dug into her waist, and Sully had her fingers wrapped around your girlfriend's thigh.
"Fuckkk, it feels so good!" Wony shrieked, the thuds of your pelvis hitting her buttocks echoing off the walls. "Harder, harder!"
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sully purse her lips, clench her jaw, and begin to pound Wony's pussy with all her might, the same way you were pounding her ass. Wony screamed with pleasure, digging her nails into your wrist, and let out another cry when you gave her a stinging slap on the buttock that immediately left a mark.
Rina appeared to Sully's left, crawling towards Wony. She lay down on her side next to her, made her kiss her with lots of saliva involved, and slid a hand down her girlfriend's abdomen to rub her clit. The triple input of pleasure made Wony scrunch up her face and begin to breathe heavily, tears soon streaming down her cheeks. She wasn't even able to continue kissing Rina, so the short-haired girl lowered herself a little to kiss Wony's breasts.
Wony had a strong orgasm seconds later, but you and Sully were so caught up in the trance that you didn't even notice the way she was shaking under your hands. Rina didn't seem to pay much attention to her girlfriend being about to fall apart either, as she continued to move her fingers in circles on her clit.
"Be a good girl and soak Sully's dick like Jimin," you growled, feeling like you were about to cum too. "What are you waiting for, you little slut?"
Wony whimpered with pleasure and clung to Rina with both arms. She looked at you with teary eyes and flushed cheeks, holding your gaze until she arched her back, closed her eyes, and let out a scream at the moment of her second consecutive orgasm.
"MMMHP!!" Wony shrieked, and pushed Rina against her breasts, smothering her in them.
"That's what I'm talking about," Sully said, pulling out of Wony's pussy as it released an intense stream of squirt that soaked her thighs and subsequently formed a puddle on the sheets.
Sully sat back on her heels to take a short break, panting, and seconds later knelt behind you to give you little kisses on the back of your neck.
"I don't know how you're going to do it, but I want that load for myself," Sully whispered in your ear.
Your climax wasn't long in coming. A little over a minute later, and after having relentlessly pounded Wony's ass, you pulled your cock out of her and stood up on the bed to get on top of her, bend your knees, and masturbate over her face.
"Open your mouth and don't swallow it," you said.
Wony propped herself up on her elbows and stuck out her tongue. Seconds later, you put your cock in her mouth and she received a massive load shot down her throat. Your girlfriend wrinkled her face and tightly closed her lips around your shaft, taking every drop of semen. And since your orders were not to swallow it, soon a thick, whitish liquid began to spill from the corners of her lips.
"Now pass it to Jimin."
Wony looked at you a little confused as you pulled your cock out of her mouth, but without asking any questions (mainly because she couldn't with her mouth full), she grabbed Rina by the chin, made her open her mouth and stick out her tongue, and let all your load fall onto it.
"And now you pass it to Yoonah," you said, and with that, you slumped back to enjoy the view.
Rina, like the obedient girl she was, sat up and let Sully lie down on her lap with her tongue sticking out, to do the same thing Wony had done to her. All your load, thick and abundant, fell onto Sully's tongue and part of her lips. The redhead swallowed it all and turned her head to look at you.
Her mocking smile was that of someone who had gotten away with something.
"You know? I didn't actually argue with Jinsol," she said. "In fact, I wasn't even with her in the first place."
You sighed and shook your head. You should’ve known. She had planned it all.
"I came because I was really horny and I wanted you to fuck me and me to fuck your girlfriends," Sully blew you a kiss. "Merry Christmas and thanks, jagiya."
You didn't have the energy to scold her or to be annoyed. You simply let your head fall onto the mattress and stared at the ceiling until you eventually felt like taking a nap.
gojo x zenin!reader
mdni, established relationship, innuendos, fluff and silliness
12 days of ficmas day 2
megumi
hi santa,
this is my first time writing my own letter to you. i hope that it's okay.
this year, i've mostly been a good boy. yn said that i can write that. my sister tsumiki and i have looked after each other until we were unfortunately found by gojo (who is yn's boyfriend. ew). i try my best to be well behaved but will admit that i get an attitude with him sometimes, but only because that man drives me crazy! you should give him a lump of coal. yn is amazing though, she is 110% my favourite.
maybe you saw me shove some other kids at school but i promise i only do that to bullies. i don't think bad people always deserve respect. am i still on the nice list?
everyone wanted to prepare a lot of refreshments for you but i insisted that we can only leave out one cookie because you need to lay off the junk food to stay healthy to live longer and keep delivering presents to make all of the kids around the world happy. i hear that being overweight can increase your chances of developing heart disease and i'm sure that you will have plenty to eat on christmas eve with so many houses to visit so you'll be just fine :) we will also leave a little package out for your wife. i hope she likes it.
this christmas i would like any of these, but especially the last two:
the strongest beyblade ever
a football
a puppy
a tamagotchi and one for tsumiki too so that we can play together
umbreon or espeon plushy
a book about animals
a new family gojo and yn to stop kissing in front of me
>﹏<
some peace and quiet
- megumi fushiguro
ps. if i am awake when you arrive, could i pet your reindeer?
tsumiki
dear santa claus,
how have you been? i've been a really good girl this year, i didn't even get in trouble a single time and my teachers always say that i'm an angel!
megumi has gotten into trouble a few times though, but do take it easy on him, i promise that he only has good intentions.
you may have noticed that my address has changed again! i'm living with my new family now, they're actually my stepdad's cousin and her boyfriend! and they've been super lovely to us so please make sure they have a wonderful christmas too :)
we will leave cookies and milk out for you and treats for the reindeer! don’t worry about cleaning up, we know you’re a busy man 🩷 there will also be a gift and some snacks for mrs. claus! be sure to show her some appreciation on our behalf.
here's a list of some things i'd love for christmas. they're just ideas, so i'm not expecting to get every single one :)
a family trip to disney resort (cinderella room) (and a sleeping beauty dress so i can dress up)
a diary
make up set
hello kitty hair accessories
a portable cd player or a karaoke machine
a boyfriend who looks like hiiragi senpai
extra money so gojo can afford to take a few days off over the holidays
with love,
tsumiki fushiguro 🩵🩷💜💛💚🤍
ps. say hi to mrs claus and the elves, and also give the reindeer some kisses from me!
yn
dear santa,
i've had an amazing year this year! i was fortunate enough to catch up with old friends, celebrated my third anniversary with toru and took in my cousin's children, all of which have filled my heart with so much laughter and love. i was even civil with the members of my clan when going home! that alone should put me on the good list. please watch over my sisters as well.
do help yourself to the cookie and milk that we'll leave out for you, make sure the reindeer are well fed and the missus too! this year we've decided to put together a little something for her, make sure you don't gobble it all up like ruru does with my snacks (he deserves half a lump of coal for that).
i remember when i used to write to you about training hard to become so strong that curses would fear me, and i'd update you each year. i'm honoured to say that recently, i've been promoted to a first grade sorcerer! now i'll be working even harder to keep tokyo safe, rest assured i will do my absolute best! us sorcerers have worked tirelessly as always, so we would really appreciate it if you help us out at this time of year to keep the cursed energy at a minimum with some holiday spirit :)
surely all that i've done this past year puts me on the good list and i'm deserving of a few presents this year?
here is my wishlist, it's up to you to determine which ones you'd like to surprise me with!
matching pyjamas for the family
the clan to stop bothering me
romance novels
gojo coming down the chimney
snow!!
a sable
light blue 54 convertible
a yacht
a deed to a platinum mine
tiffany and co jewellery
an engagement ring
stay jolly and i'll write to you again next year!
- yn zenin
ps. mrs claus i know you're reading this as well, i see and commend you for your underappreciated efforts and i hope you like the sweet treats!
gojo
dear jolly old saint nicholas,
i've been working sooooooo hard this year, wouldn't you agree? i've exorcised upwards of five hundred curses, listened to the old geezers bark at me (no offence because you're a cool old man) and won the best boyfriend of all time award. that would put me at the top of the good list, meaning i deserve to have all of my wishes granted, no?
on top of that, i've got a secret to tell you. i'm gonna be a saint just like you! what do i mean by that? yn and i are raising two little rascals, but don't worry, we're not teen parents. they're her cousin's children. one little angel and one little devil, but alas, i am allergic to coal so it's in your best interest to deliver presents to both megumi and tsumiki, it would be unfortunate if santa's downfall was because he accidentally subdued the strongest.
as thanks for keeping everyone's spirits up and so generously allowing me more time to rest and spend with my super hot, loving, smart and fun girlfriend (and the kids), i wanted to offer a feast to you and the reindeer, or at the very least, a charcuterie board to replenish your energy. i know better than most what it takes to be hard at work for so long. unfortunately, little megumi scolded me and told me not to overfeed you since you'll have over a billion rounds of snacks to go through on christmas eve. we'll also put together a little hamper for you to bring home to mrs. claus, because every good man knows that a happy wife equals a happy life (you're welcome).
if you can figure it out the final wish of mine based on some clues that i've left in this letter, i have complete faith that this will be the best christmas to have ever christmassed
cream pies
unlimited supply of yn's mochi
meramon exclusive gold card (Digimon)
osaka trip
nintendo wii + games
yoshi plushies for everyone in their favourite colour
origami book
unlimited kisses from yn
romantic getaway with my girl
to get down on one knee
ice your cake
to stay like this forever
sleep
- the strongest
ps. do you think i could take over your christmas eve world tour one year? my girl says i've got the hair for it so no one will know the difference
venus, pepper, pip and i - santa’s elves are still hard at work, stay tuned to find more presents under the tree!
Imagine Ryland getting drunk, just being a sobbing mess saying he misses Gn!Reader who is right next to him. Just a sad leaky blob.
Also just wanted say I love your fics so much AUGH you are a beautiful human. Amaze Amaze Amaze!
They're so beautiful
Drunk! Ryland Grace x gn! Reader
Grace who was forced to join an after work drinking session and getting absolutely hammered, his drunken mind fixated on one thing, just how much he misses the love of his life (that is definitely not next to him)
Wc: 1.7k || tooth rotting fluff
a/n: ACKKK!! THANK YOU ANONN I love this request so much, there's just some ideas that when I see them I HAVE to write it immediately, hope you like it<33
Requests open!
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Grace is by no means in a terrible relationship with his co workers, he gets along with them well, he chats with them, occasionally greets them good morning, afternoon, evening, you get the gist.
So all in all in good terms with almost everybody.
Probably.
He knows it's inevitable to have at least one person hate you for no reason, but alas he tries his best to socialize.
Now he may have played the part too well because apparently they're having an after work drinking session, and he's invited.
He won't call himself a saint and say stuff like alcohol is bad for your health so don't drink it, because he does, he drinks and it's not something he's hiding– he's not an alcoholic.
In normal circumstances he might think about it and come along, but that's past Grace.
Present Grace has a lover that he's extremely in love with and would rather spend his time with them instead of going out– call him clingy or lover boy, his mind won't change. The two of you are currently in your early months of dating and everything has been magical, the two of you recently moved in together and it's been the best part of Rylands life in years, now he got something to look forward to when he comes home.
Hence why he declined, but of course they just saw that as him playing hard to get, a little push would make him agree– and Grace hates that it seems to be working.
“C’mon! We don't experience this kind of thing everyday, who knows when we'll be able to do this again?”
“probably in a few weeks.” Grace sighed, trying his best to steer the conversation towards something else.
“oh don't be a buzz, just a few drinks and we'll let you go yeah?”
Sometimes Grace questions if these people know that they're not young anymore.
There were a few sure but come on now, most of them are balding– not that Grace is trying to be rude, just thinking the obvious.
“one drink and that's it.” he says in exasperation. In the end, they still managed to convince Grace, but really it's just so they'd get off his back and he can finally go home to you.
A few whistles and woos was heard when he finally agreed, some cheered while they started to walk towards a nearby bar.
Meanwhile Grace opened his phone to message you– he didn't want you to worry as to why he'll be home later than usual.
‘I'll be home just a tad bit later tonight okay? My co workers wanted to get some drinks and they wouldn't let me go.’
‘in about 30 minutes come pick me up pls, if they saw you, they'll let me go, I love you honey.’
‘save me.’
Upon arriving, Grace found a seat somewhere, making sure it's far from the most active bunch, he's here for one drink and one drink only.
He had every intention of going home early.
But somehow one drink turned into three co workers physically sliding him more drinks while promising that they'd cover the whole thing.
“we'll pay.”
“I don't even like drinking.” Grace protested
“exactly! This is why it's called team bonding.”
“yeah no I don't think that's how that works.”
Very ironic when the school recently just had an anti bullying campaign– that included peer pressure, what's happening right now is considered peer pressure, yeah they're pressuring him.
This is bullying, what would happen if he reported them.
Yeah he should.
It'll be even worse if he told you they're bothering him.
Yeah, that's right, you'll destroy them.
The second glass (unlikely his second) at his knowledge, burned.
The next one wasn't so bad.
By now he had completely forgotten about his co workers that were cheering at his drunken state– that kept downing one glass after another.
He doesn't know just how many he'd drank but by now, Grace had declared the bartender as his ‘best friend’ meanwhile the said bartender is staring at him with worry, this guy is completely drunk– yet he kept hearing Grace deny it.
After receiving your boyfriend's message that he'd be home later than usual, followed by a string of messages telling you to pick him up– you quickly put on a coat before heading out and getting the car started.
It only took a few minutes since the school was nearby– and that the bar was a walking distance from it.
Once you found a parking spot, you quickly walk inside the bar and searched the room for your lover.
It didn't take long to spot him sitting by the bar, you were surprised to find him alone especially since his co workers quite literally coerced him to come here.
“hey.”
“hey.”
“you're red.”
“it's warm.”
You couldn't help but smile, amused, you have a hunch that Grace doesn't recognize you in his drunken state.
“your holding your cup upside down baby.”
Grace stared at the empty drink then down on his very much wet and stained shoes.
“...this establishment is defective.”
“also don't– don't.. call me baby! Because you know why..?”
You stare at him babble his brains out, interested on how this whole thing will unfold.
“because *hic* I have a beautiful! *hic* lover! And they're the absolute *hic* bestest best that could ever happen to me!”
You raised your eyebrows with a hum and took a seat besides him. "pretty sure that's not a word Ry."
“I *hic* miss them.*
You could see his face starting to twist, still you were curious on how things would go.
“you saw me this morning.”
“I know” his voice cracked “it's *hic* been like,” he squinted his eyes towards the clock hanging on the wall, trying to make out the time “hours! Since I *hic* last saw them.”
“Honey.”
“they probably forgot to eat,” he's practically sobbing now, his eyes growing puffy “they do that *hic* sometimes.”
“I'm grown you know.”
“I know!” he wailed, wiping his eyes “that's what makes it worse!”
You chuckled and quietly slid a tissue towards him, now you do feel bad about making him cry but hearing his sweet words makes you happy, you're sure Grace would be embarrassed tomorrow morning.
Oh well problem for future you.
“they're just so.. *hic* amazing! And- and they're so beautiful and kind..” he says while blowing his nose with the tissue “they laugh at my terrible jokes even when *hic* they're not funny.”
“but they are funny baby.”
“I just…miss them so much and– and I want to wrap my arms *hic* around them and–” he full on sobbed right there and there earning a few stares from his co workers.
You tilted your head contemplating if you should finally put an end to this and bring him home.
“they're.. So beautiful.”
“you said that already baby.”
“no listen,” he sniffled “have you ever looked at *hic* someone and thought.. Wow!”
“I'm looking at you.”
“no not me,” his eyebrows scrunched as though that were the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard “my lover.”
“that's me.”
“Their smile..*hic* I love their smile, they smile at me..”
You huff in amusement “yes?”
“me.”
“yes.”
“on purpose.” his lips trembled “I got extremely lucky.. *hic* that they chose me out of all people.” he sniffled.
“I have pictures!” he yelled.
oh no, you thought, out of all the things you could've predicted to happen today, Grace showing you pictures of yourself wasn't on it.
A phone was shoved right in front of your face, it was a picture of you during your date with Grace last week.
“they're adorable.”
“they seem nice.” you went along with it.
“seems.” Grace stated while looking at you sharply.
“seems..?” you say confused.
“They are nice.”
Right, you don't know what's worse, Grace crying his eyes out or him being…whatever this is.
He swiped another picture.
“and this one.”
Swipe.
“and this one.”
Swipe.
“this one was last Tuesday.”
Swipe.
“this was one was during our date.”
Swipe.
“this one..I don't remember.”
Swipe.
“they're looking at me here.”
“I'm looking at the camera though?”
“yeah but they're thinking of me so technically the same thing.”
You chuckled “right.”
His lips started trembling, oh no, here it comes.
“I miss them..”
“Again baby, you saw me this morning.”
“I know that.” his voice cracked.
“and you're looking at me right now.”
“I know.”
“So what's the problem?”
Instead of receiving a coherent answer, Grace decided that sobbing his eyes out was more suitable for the situation.
“alright that's it.” you looked at him tenderly, this lovesick idiot really loves you huh? “Baby we're going home, you know I've seen angry drunks, sleepy drunks, and the ones that go quiet, I've never seen one that becomes homesick for their partner in just a few hours.” you said while helping Grace get up and walk out the bar and towards the car.
“you would too if you have a partner that looks like mine.”
You smiled, this guy really knows how to get you emotional. “I do have one.”
“liar.”
“I'm not, I have you.”
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Grace woke up with an unforgiving headache, he groaned as he sat up.
“what the hell..”
“morning baby.” you muttered while your arms wrapped around his waist.
"Where's my 30 minutes of you just showering me with compliments while sobbing?”
“oh my god.”
Your body physically started shaking as you started laughing.
“Did I really do that? Oh god.” his hands covered his face.
“ What's wrong Ry? Won't you show me my pictures for an hour?"
“stop.” his face was red from embarrassment.
“you're evil.”
“no, but I was touched by what you said, my baby misses me?” you teased.
He huffed as he turned to look at you.
“as embarrassing as that was, I do mean every word you know.”
“I know.”
“I love you.” he says
“I love you too.” you mean it
“but I'm still mad at you for letting me act like that.”
You whined as you pull him back on the bed with you, smothering his face with kisses.
He's lucky? No, it's the other way around you're lucky to have Grace in your life, even if he won't admit it.
Pairing: dark stepdad!Joel x f!reader, with a little sprinkling of dark!Tommy
W/C 3.8K
A/N: This is my last fic for the year, scraping in by the skin of my teeth!
This is a prequel to my fic The Party. It's dark, please heed the warnings before reading.
Happy New Year everyone!
Summary: You move in with your mom and new stepdad and he has an unorthodox welcome planned for you.
Warnings: Non Con, drugging, somnophilia, voyeurism
You watched as they carried all your boxes in from your overloaded car. Thick muscles in their arms bulging as they flexed, flashing smiles and winks at you as they went. Refusing to let you lift a finger.
"You've had a long drive babygirl, why don't you grab yourself a beer and go an' relax in the garden til we've got everythin' in?"
"You sure? I feel bad making you carry all my stuff."
"Don't you worry your pretty little head over it one bit, gona have to get used to us takin' care of you now that we're family, ain't that right Tommy?"
"Thats right," Tommy agrees with a big grin as he shuffles past with another large box, "we're real glad you're here sugar so go on and rest up before you have to start unpackin' everything."
Of course, Joel's offer for them to take over unloading your car hadn't been made entirely out the goodness of his heart. He wanted a good chance to snoop through your belongings and it would definitely be easier with everything stuffed willy nilly into boxes. Harder to spot that anything had been moved and tampered with.
So with every trip inside they opened the boxes and had a quick rummage inside. They'd already discovered your underwear, pulling out a couple of lacy sets and some barely there thongs, groaning as they imagined how you'd look in them. They also discovered a couple of raunchy books in your collection, tucked away in between your college text books and a few dog eared classics.
"Jackpot," Tommy exclaimed as he rifled through his current box of treasures. Looking up Joel saw him pulling out a strip of tablets from the box marked "bathroom".
"Birth control."
Joel's cock throbbed, jackpot indeed. He was even more eager to empty himself inside you now he knew the risk was reduced. Fuck, he wanted you so bad. He palmed over his cock, trying to relieve the ache and Tommy snorted.
"You gona have her tonight?"
"Yep. Javier dropped the stuff off yesterday. Can't fuckin' wait."
"Fuck! Lucky bastard," Tommy gumbled, palming his own cock at the thought of you getting ruined tonight. "You're gona let me have a go aren't you?"
Joel side eyes him as he places his box on top of the pile at the bottom of the bed. "Maybe. Get the Goldstein house finished by the deadline and we'll talk."
“Fuckin’ deal. I’ll make those lazy assholes work 24/7 if it means I get to bury myself between those pretty thighs.”
Joel just chuckled and dumped his box on the pile at the bottom of the bed. By the time they had finished they’d discovered your little collection of vibrators and dildos. They laughed at the size of them. The biggest one was nowhere near as big as even Tommy. Your little pussy must be tight and tiny if that’s all you can take they’d told each other, Joel heading for his room as Tommy locked himself in the bathroom to rub one out at the thought of squeezing themselves inside of you.
After a quick lunch you got to unpacking all your boxes, refusing any more help, saying they’d done enough. Tommy gave you a tight hug before leaving and tipped his brother a wink on his way out the door.
Joel checked on you a few times, making sure you were staying hydrated while your mom fussed in the kitchen, intent on making your favourite meal for your first night in your new home. He thought it was so cute how flustered she looked, wanting everything to be perfect. He was a lucky bastard to have two such beautiful women living under his roof.
Seeing her get stressed out, he stopped her and pulled her into his arms, holding her close to his chest.
“It’s ok baby, just breathe, it’s all gona be amazing, smells fuckin’ delicious in here.”
She hummed contentedly into his chest and he felt her melt against him.
“I just want it all to be perfect, I’m so happy she’s here. It was just us for so long and then she moved away for college and I just love that my baby is back again. I want her to like it here.”
He pushes her out so he can look her in the eyes.
“You’re a good mama, she’s gona like it, I promise. She’s a good girl, she’ll appreciate all the effort you went to.”
She gives him a relieved smile and stands on her tip toes to give him a kiss, which quickly devolves into an impromptu make out session. The sound of you clearing your throat is what eventually breaks them apart. He chuckles at the embarrassed squeak your mom lets out, as if she’s the child caught in the act by her mom and not the other way round.
“Sorry babygirl,” he tells you, “your mama is just too beautiful to resist. But we’ll try and keep the PDA to minimum.”
You giggle back and tell him, “its ok, just glad she finally found someone who appreciates her.”
He beams down at his wife and pops another little kiss on her lips before finally releasing her back to her cooking.
When dinner is finally served it’s delicious and conversation flows so easily between the three of you that Joel remarks it’s like you’ve always been here. When dinner is finished you insist on doing all the cleaning, shooing them both out of the kitchen whenever they try to help.
So Joel takes advantage, he takes his wife into the bathroom and fucks her quietly against the tiles in the shower. She has to bite into his shoulder to keep her moans and cries quiet, she definitely doesn’t want you to hear your mom having sex. He fucks her slow and deep, her leg held in the crook of his elbow. She really is an incredible fuck. Once again he marvels at how lucky he is. After the first time he’d let the boys have a go with her they’d been desperate to make it a regular thing. He loved how jealous they all were of him and all the favours he got from them in exchange. And now with your pussy about to go into rotation as well he thinks he’ll be able to get those boys to do anything for him.
An hour or so later your mom is tucked up safely in bed, sound asleep, helped along with a little of Javier’s special powder. Not a full dose tonight, just enough to help ease her into a deep sleep. He’s more heavy handed with the cocoa he’s just made you. He wants to play with you undisturbed. Take his time and work out all the secrets of your beautiful body. And for that you need to be fully unconscious for hours.
He knocks gently on your door and you call for him to come in. Your face lights up when he hands you the cocoa.
“That’s so kind of you Joel, really. Thank you.”
“Of course babygirl. I know it’s been a crazy kind of day, you need to relax a little before bed, help you switch off.”
You chuckle, “yeah you’re probably right, I guess the rest can wait til the morning.”
“Atta girl. Drink your cocoa and get some sleep, I’ll see you in the morning’.”
He gives you a quick hug and departs, turning back and grinning like a Cheshire cat when he sees you take a big mouthful of your drink. Half an hour he thinks. You’ll be out cold by then. He folds some laundry to pass the time.
When he comes back you’re delightfully sprawled out on your bed, out for the count. He smirks as he runs his eyes over you. So fuckin’ pretty. His cock is already at half mast despite already coming twice today. You’re going to be the death of him.
He closes the door, walks over to the bed and gently picks you up, laying you down properly on your back. He lays down next to you, on his side so he can look at you properly. He gently swipes the hair from your face and just spends a few minutes admiring you. You look so peaceful and content. He leans over and presses his lips against yours, a sweet little kiss for his sweet little girl. A moment of softness before he ruins you.
He runs his fingers down your throat and over your chest until he finds a nipple. He circles it slowly over your baggy t-shirt until he feels it start to harden. He bites his lip as he sees the little bud poking out under your shirt. He trails his fingers lower. Taking his time. Savouring it. He sneaks his hand underneath and groans at how soft you are when his calloused fingers meet your silky skin.
He shifts himself, pushing your thighs apart so he can settle between them. He slowly starts to push up you t-shirt, leaning forward to place soft little kisses on your belly as each new inch of flesh is revealed to him.
His chest is heaving and he’s panting by the time your t-shirt sits just beneath your breasts. He’s teasing himself. Going so slow and dragging it out. But he only gets to have you for the first time once and he wants it to be perfect. Wants to remember every detail.
He finally pushes your top up further, groaning as he finally gets to see your pretty tits.
“Oh babygirl, those are so beautiful!” he tells you as he settles his hands over them. He squeezes and gropes for a moment before pressing kisses all over them. It’s when he first sucks a straining nub into his mouth that you let loose your first sound. A quiet little whimper that makes his cock throb.
“Yeah you like that baby, your cute little nipple in Daddy’s mouth?” He sucks the other nipple into his mouth and a louder little whine escapes you.
“Oh yeah, nice and sensitive, just how Daddy likes it. Doin’ real good for me babygirl.”
He spends a lot of time at your tits. Lapping and kissing and suckling. He wishes he could mark you up but he knows he can’t leave any trace behind. So he takes his fill and by the time he’s done your tits are shiny with his spit.
He pushes back up on to his knees, shifting his attention to your lower half now. His cock is aching but he can’t help teasing himself some more as he slowly drags your little sleep shorts and panties down your legs and discarding them on the floor.
He runs his hands up your soft thighs, squeezing and watching the flesh bulge through his fingers. He gently pushes them apart and up, spreading you open for him and giving him a mighty good view of your slit. His heart is in his chest. Your hole looks tiny. He can’t wait to get inside it.
But first he pulls out his phone. He gets off the bed and puts it into record mode, making sure he runs the camera the full length of you before getting a good shot of your spread pussy. He then finds Tommy in his contacts and hits the face time button.
Tommy picks up on the first ring, his eager face popping onto the screen.
“Did you do it yet?”
Not even a hello. Joel just chuckles.
“Not yet. Wanted you to see before I ruin her. She’s fuckin’ perfect, almost busted in my shorts just from looking at her pussy.”
“Fuck, yeah, let me see.”
Joel turns the phone around, starting at your peaceful, sleeping face and works his way down, teasing Tommy just like he teased himself. He hears Tommy groan when the camera pans over your breasts, rising and falling gently with every breath.
“Fuck, those are pretty!”
“Aren’t they?” Joel agrees as he plays with your nipple again, gently rubbing and pinching and tugging at it until you’re moaning again. Joel hears Tommy’s belt clanking and the sigh of relief as he obviously takes himself in hand.
“Take your hand away a minute Joel, I want a screenshot of her tits.”
Joel gives you another squeeze and then complies with Tommy’s request even as he can hear the sound of him beating his meat to the sight of you. Joel just chuckles, he doesn’t blame Tommy one bit. You’re the stuff wet dreams are made of.
“Oh fuck! Show me– show me the rest of her. Let me see her tight little cunt.”
Joel starts moving the camera again, slowly moving down your torso, over your cute belly button, down over your mound and finally, to the big reveal. Your beautiful little pussy.
“Fuuuuuuuuck! Get me in close Joel I really want to see her.” Tommy demands breathlessly as the sound of his fist hitting his abdomen picks up pace.
Again Joel complies with his brothers request, moving his phone right in between your legs to give his brother a close up of what should be your most private place. He uses two fingers to gently split your lips and reveal your tiny, little hole.
Tommy comes without any subtlety, “fuck, fuck, fuck, ohhhhhh, fuck yes.”
Joel laughs as he hears his brother panting through his come down. “Yeah she’ll have that effect on ya!” He turns the camera back to his face so he can talk with his wrecked looking brother.
“Your cock is gona fuckin’ ruin that tiny little thing.”
“That’s the plan.”
“Thanks for that brother, I better go, got an early mornin’ if I’m gona earn my go with her.”
Joel nods his head, happy that his brother is keeping his end of the bargain. He really needs that job finished on time. Thankfully Tommy is easily motivated. Yeah, you moving in is going to do wonders for the business.
“Hey just do me a favour ok? Take some before and after shots of her cunt for me, was too in the flow to take a screenshot.”
“Will do Tommy, I’ll speak to you tomorrow.”
Joel hangs up and does just as Tommy asks, taking a number of photos of your pussy, close ups with your lips spread wide by his fingers and full body shots of you laid out on the bed from between your legs, even some artsy ones with your cunt in focus and the rest of your beautiful body blurring in the background.
Joel takes a deep breath. He’s denied himself enough. Time for him to have his way with you. He really should stretch you out properly, work you up on a few of his fingers, draw out a couple of orgasms. But fuck, he wants to see that tiny little thing stretch around his cock.
He decides on a compromise. He can get you wet enough to take him at least. He leans in and blows a steam of air right over your clit and loves the way you shuffle slightly on the bed, trying to squirm away from the sensation, even in your sleep. He sees the way your clit is already swollen from the attention he paid your tits and nipples, but he swears he can almost see it throbbing now.
He leans in and places a gentle kiss right on it. It’s a barely there touch but it’s enough to make you moan.
“That’s it baby, sing for Daddy, let me hear all your little noises.”
He leans back in and laps at your clit, alternating his strokes until you’re writhing and moaning for him. He’s careful not to give you too much. Not enough to make you come but he can see the drip of arousal seeping out of you, sees the little twitch of your walls.
He abandons your clit to lick down to your hole. He circles it with his tongue before easing it inside you. Even that is a tight fit. You’re gona choke his cock so good. He licks into you a few times, enjoying the taste of you.
He finally pulls back, kissing over your soft thighs, “mmm good girl baby. Taste so fuckin’ good. Just know this sweet little pussy is gona be so good for her daddy, gona make him feel so good.”
He eases off the bed and strips himself, taking you in one last time before climbing back on top of you. He eases his weight into you, relishing the warmth of your skin on his, the way your nipples rub against his chest. He gives you another little kiss before taking himself in hand and lining himself up.
“This is probably gona hurt babygirl but I know you can take it,” he murmurs in your ear.
He eases the head of his cock inside you and you’re already clamping down on him so good.
“Fuck baby, yes, just like that. Such a good girl for daddy.”
He rocks back and forth just fucking you with the head of his cock, little whimpers are falling from your mouth as he uses you. But he wants more. And he’s going to take it.
“Ok baby, here it comes,” he warns you before shoving forward with a brutal thrust. Even with all the power he puts into it he can’t make it all the way in. He doesn’t even pause, just withdraws and gives you another ferocious thrust and finally his hips connect with yours. You wail and all your muscles contract, fighting against the intrusion.
He collapses fully against you, unable to hold himself up. You feel so good. But as the feral fog clears he starts to worry. What’s if he’s made you tear? That would be bad. He’s been reckless when he’s normally so careful. This is what you do to him. He’s been reduced to his base instincts to take and plunder and in doing so put himself at risk of discovery.
His heart hammering, he slowly withdraws and heaves a sigh of relief when he sees there’s no blood. He pushes back in much more carefully until he’s once more buried the whole way. He grabs his phone and takes a picture of your little pussy full of him. He makes sure to get a few angles so he can really see how stretched you are with him inside. He’ll never be this reckless again, he’ll always make sure to stretch you first so he needs to make the most of this time.
He reaches between your bodies and goes to town on your clit, holding stationary inside to give you chance to accommodate to him. He feels your pussy start to pulse, he can’t tell if you’re clenching as you’re already so tight around him. God you feel so fuckin’ good. Better even than your mama and she’s the best he’s ever had until now. Marryin’ her was the best goddamn decision of his life.
You come with a loud, breathy moan and he feels your slick dripping down his balls. Your body relaxes with your release. You’re still incredibly tight but he thinks you’re ready. He starts to rock his hips again, slowly drawing out and pushing all the way back in, memorising every velvety soft ridge inside you.
“Oh fuck baby, good girl. Need some practice taking daddy’s big cock but you’re doin’ such a good job.”
He’s not lying. He feels incredible. His balls are already tightening and he’s desperate to let go. But he tries to reign it in, not ready for his first time with you to be over just yet.
“Yeah that’s it. Gona have to work up gettin’ rough with you how I want but we got all the time in the world baby. Daddy’s gona train you up til you take this cock like a champ. Gona give you this cock every night. And don’t you worry, daddy’s the biggest, those other boys ain’t gona be a bit of a problem for you once he’s got you good and trained.”
He keeps his pace measured. He’d love to fucking rail you but if he wants to keep his access to you he needs to be careful. He can’t damage you on the first go. He goes slow but deep every time and only speeds up marginally when he feels it getting easier to push into you.
You whimper and whine and wriggle beneath him delightfully, your brows pinching together in consternation as he uses you.
“You’re so fuckin’ cute babygirl. Cute as a fuckin’ button. Gona have daddy wrapped around your finger aren’t ya?”
He’s getting so close now. He can’t hold off much longer. He grabs you behind the knees, pushing them up until you’re folded into a little pretzel of a mating press. It lets him sink even deeper and you let out a beautiful full throated moan as the change in position has him hitting that spot inside you.
“Oh yeah baby, that’s the spot huh. Daddy’s cock is feelin’ pretty good now huh baby? You like it don’t you, bein’ all full of him?” Another moan rips from you. “Yeah you do. Fuckin’ love this cock.”
He speeds up again and you come, your slick splattering all over his midsection as you mewl and moan so pretty for him. He’s done for. His cock spasms almost violently inside you with the force of his orgasm, his cum flooding you, deep, deep inside.
“Ohhhhh fuck babygirl, that’s it, take daddy’s cum, take it all.”
He releases your legs back onto the bed and slumps on you once more, kissing all over your face and chest.
“Good girl baby. Did so good for me.”
He slowly eases out of you, no easy feat with how hard you’re gripping him. He give himself a minute to regain his breath before getting to his knees and inspecting your hole. It’s red and still gaping slightly from the stretch but even with that she’s still impressively tight. He can’t see any obvious signs of serious damage. He watches for a good few minutes before his cum finally starts to leak out of you. He groans at the sight, impossible turned on at watching you dripping with him.
He grabs his phone and takes some photos and sends them to Tommy before climbing off the bed to find his pants. He’s just searching the pockets when his phone dings again and again.
He picks it up to see a flurry of messages from Tommy.
Oh fuck yes!
You ruined her!
How was she?
Still looks tight
Joel replies:
She was perfect
Needs a little training but she’s tight as fuck
Joel takes a picture of the little packet of blue pills in his hand and attaches it to the thread.
8.5k ·༻𐫱༺· They want to make amends. You're starting to feel like you don't really have a choice in the matter.
content. modern au • alpha suguru • omega satoru • omega reader • fated mates satosugu • unhealthy relationships • codependency • obsession • allusions to stalking • noncon • forced bonding • rough sex • missionary • doggy • overstim • allusions to non con somno •
one day i'll get tired of a/b/o fics. today is not that day
this fic is titled after "an eater" and the vibes of the song heavily inspired the fic. i was also inspired by needy/jennifer and maddy/nate/cassie (rewatched euphoria for the finale). so. uhm. yeah.
The thing—you could hardly be bold enough to call it a friendship—between you and Gojo Satoru was strange, and had always been so.
There was always the matter of class differences. He was the head omega to one of the most prolific clans in Japan. You were the third omega daughter, practically useless, and belonged to a small, minor clan out in the mountains no less.
Satoru had been sent packing there on some sort of punishment and it was there that the two of you drew up a friendly (?) relationship. You thought the world of him then.
Even now. And that's the only reason why you've agreed to meet him here today.
The years of your childhood with Satoru had taught you how to navigate his moods. But three years have passed ; and you are out of practice. The ease you two once had has died and withered out. He sits across from you now, drumming his fingers on the coffee table—and every time your eyes meet, it feels like sticking your hand into the maw of a jaguar.
You want to say there is no ill will. In fact, Satoru had greeted you as if you were long lost friends, separated by distance instead of bitter heartbreak. He had hugged you, maybe too tight. And he had nuzzled against your throat. Not quite scenting, but something else that was still too inappropriate for a public reconciliation.
Your heart pounded in your chest. Your hand shook, and Satoru tracked the motion, as you reached for the teacup.
"So, how're things?" Satoru inquires, as if he doesn't already know.
"Good." You said, stiffly.
You don't mention the strange black cars always parked outside of your house. The Christmas packages. Flowers. Birthday gifts. You don't mention the burner Instagram accounts that pop up faster than you can block them. You don't mention that you've changed your number twice now. And somehow, Satoru had managed to shoot you a text anyway.
"You should come over on Saturday," He says, delicate finger tracing the rim of his own teacup. His blue eyes shift to pin you in place. "We'll cook dinner. It'll be nice"
Even though he says the words casually, you know it isn't a proposal. Satoru has come here with the intent of making sure you know you'll be having dinner with them both on Saturday and that you need to prepare yourself. Annoyance prickles down the line of your shoulders.
Your hands retreat underneath the table, where you discreetly attempt to wipe your sweaty palms off on your jeans. You tried going for a look that said This-Is-Just-An-Average-Thing-For-Me, but Satoru's version of casualness seems to blow you out of the water.
His hair edges the line between carelessness and wanting to impress. An expensive woolen coat tossed over the back of his chair. Black pants. A turtleneck sweater made of a lighter fabric. Like he could have been meeting his fellow house-wives for brunch or stepped out of a business meeting.
"Maybe" You start, trying to keep the distaste off of your face. In truth—you can think of nothing worse than dinner with your ex-best friend and your ex-boyfriend. Your mouth opens, breathing shakily. "I better not, actually"
Don't say sorry, you think, digging your nails into your thigh. Don't over-explain yourself. No means no.
Satoru huffed and exhaled sharply. You hated the way your body stiffened to attention, perking upwards. Even three years later, he has you eating out of the palm of his hand.
Yet another thing he was better than you at.
He had always been prettier. Smarter. His scent turned heads. Alphas glanced longingly at his long legs and were captivated by his pretty blue eyes. Teachers praised his grades. He was always picked first in gym-class. Even though he was an omega, you have never known Satoru to submit to anything.
Satoru would watch you watch other alphas. They never wanted anything to do with you of course, a plain, meek omega. But it would never be long until those same alphas were trailing after him—or him parading them right in front of you. As if to say, why would they want you if they could have me?
You dug your nails into the palm of your hand again and pushed the thought away. Your therapist says that it's most likely not the case. Satoru makes you feel inferior as an omega, so your brain will try to attempt to twist old memories to reaffirm what your insecurities tell you.
You wanted to tell her that she didn't know Satoru like you did. But you had to admit that it made sense. He's never gone out and said it. Maybe he just liked all the same alphas you did. Maybe, maybe, maybe.
"Let's go to how things were" Satoru says, trying for a new angle. When that gets little to no reaction from you, he tries again. "We miss you"
At that, your armor cracked. Your features contorted into an expression of pain. Ashamed, you brushed aside his hand and hung your head. Cheeks heating, you rapidly blinked your eyes to stop yourself from crying.
You missed them, of course you did. Your best friend. Your boyfriend. Even three years later, they consumed much of your time. It was all you thought about. Reconciliation. Making it work. There was no such thing as making it work. Not when they were fated mates and you were the force that had brought them together.
Because of course, the one thing you wanted, the inane fairy tale dizzy little omegas dreamed of—an alpha just for them. Of course Satoru got that and you didn't.
Because, ultimately, Satoru's how things were and your how things were, were two different things.
"No" You said, proud of the way your voice didn't waver or shake. "No, Satoru. I don't want to do that."
It took everything you had not to fall apart. You thought nothing of it at first, meeting here in this cafe. The perfect halfway mark between your house and where you thought they might have lived currently. But had that been apart of Satoru's plan too? Get you here to make sure you felt inferior, in front of an audience? A pay-back for daring to up and leave?
Breathe. You obeyed the whispering thought deep within. There you were, being silly again. You weren't the same, secretly insecure riddled thing from three years ago. Sure, the betrayal had stung deeply. But you had moved on. Of course you moved on. You lifted your head.
Satoru tilted his head, as if assessing you for weaknesses anew. "No, you don't want to do that?" You nodded. Satoru hummed, as if to say, too bad. His fingers skirted along your knuckles. "Suguru wants to see you"
A sudden sharp ache. Like the mere mention of him was a wound, and Satoru was a hand that sprinkled salt on top. Or, more befitting of his nature—twisting a blade deeper. You sucked in a sharp breath, pulling back from him.
"I don't think that's a good idea" You murmured, voice sounding scratchy. You shook your head, and aimed for something more assertive. "It's not a good idea. None of this. I shouldn't have com—"
"It was just a suggestion" He said, whipper-snap fast. He too seemed poised for action, mirroring your position. Satoru sucked his teeth. "You're being difficult. I want you to come home"
Everything is always what you want, you think with a twinge of bitterness. Everything has always been what Satoru wants. Satoru wants you to match yukatas for summer festivities. Satoru wants his things in your nest. Satoru wants to don you in pretty things. Satoru wants to kiss you sometimes, when he's lonely, or scared.
"I don't—" Your words tumble out wrong, too sharp. Like you're attempting to challenge him. You try again. "I can't just forget what happened."
"I know" Satoru nodded gravely. "He knows too. We tried to make it work before and it didn't work out the right way. We just need to try again"
His words picked up in speed. His hands moved about in wild increments. You were upset, he assured you he understood that. But. If you just came over on Saturday—for dinner. Then things would be OK again.
One thing stood out to you : Satoru had not apologized.
You came here, because you thought he might apologize. All you wanted was for someone to say they were sorry for you, and what you had endured.
The thought was laughable. Why would you assume that? Satoru never apologized. Regret, shame, guilt...those were not things he felt. He felt only desire, and everything he desired, he would have. If he did not already have it.
He didn't mean to steal Suguru away from you, your mind whispered. The part that still submitted to Satoru and his whiles. The part of yourself that you fought everyday. That wasn't his intention. He was your best friend. He can't help who the Fates tie him to.
And didn't you try to make it work at first? The horrid attempt at making a pack. But how could you make pack with the people who you felt betrayed by? It was as though you and Satoru were constantly at each other's throats—with Suguru left to break them up. If not that, then the opposite, with Satoru and Suguru struggling to figure out the depths of their new bond and constantly fighting over you.
And somehow, in the middle of it all, you became neglected.
Then, came the awful situation of marking. You attempted to mark Satoru, despite the fact that omega's couldn't mark one another. You just wanted—you wanted a sign. Let your mark on him stay, and you would too. The mark faded. But the one tethering Suguru and Satoru together did not.
You packed your bags and left under the cover of night shortly thereafter.
Hopelessly, your gaze lingered on Satoru's throat. His only olive branch was the sweater he wore. You couldn't see all of it. Just a little bit, peeking out over the top. A perfect impression of Suguru's teeth. A healthy, successful bond. An alpha who loved and cherished him.
Everything you've always wanted.
You recoiled from the thought, from Satoru, and the fact that you had attempted to reach out for his hand. Sweat bead along your hairline. The cafè suddenly felt stifling. Eyes. So many eyes. Everyone (or perhaps just Satoru) were watching you.
How did the two of you look, to wandering eyes? A scene from a drama, most likely. Satoru played the part of the romance lead. You, the second-lead. Unwanted. He sat confidently across from you. You looked like you were trying to mend down into your chair.
Could everyone see you the way you always seemed to see yourself?
"I can't. I'm so—" Don't say sorry. "I need to go. This was a mistake"
"Please?" Satoru never begged. Of course not. And he wasn't starting now. This was just another ploy. To get you to give in.
You nearly fell on top of the table in your haste to stand. The chair screaming as it slid along the floor. Eyes. People watching you. Sending you dark, annoyed looks.
"I have to go" You said fervently, gathering your things. "I. Please delete my number. I don't want to see either of you. Please respect t-that"
You escaped for the door before Satoru could follow. As the chilly early-March air brushed against your cheeks, you thought you caught a glimpse of him still sitting there. You kept your eyes trained to the ground, getting to the car parked half a block away out of sheer luck.
It felt as though you couldn't breathe until you were home again. Until you were safe. You ignored the flowers and your favorite chocolates lying innocently against the dining room table. Zapped totally of all energy, you collapsed into bed and did not rise again until the next morning.
When you were in your third year of high school, you had a crush on an alpha. Suzuki, or something. He was tall, and his skin was always slightly tan from all the time he spent outside on his family's ranch. He had a woodsy, grassy scent that you liked—you had no idea if it was his real scent or just what clung to his clothes after all of that work outside.
He had hair that curled slightly at the nape of his neck. It had seemed, over the course of the summer the year before, Suzuki had grown handsome. Once, he had been willowy. And then, built. You liked to sit behind him in class. Once, he had turned to ask for a pencil. That had been the highlight of your year.
Satoru had come over for the summer. He usually does. You weren't known as yourself. You were known as hot Satoru's clumsy best friend—and he didn't even live there. He had barreled into your home the same way he always had, and immediately set to reconstructing your nest so that it was big enough to fit two.
He had you in there, lying on top of you, stealing every snatch of air from your lungs.
You stroked the back of his head where you knew he liked it best. His purr rumbled into your own chest, relaxing your tense muscles. He was ranting about his favorite topic lately : how much he hated alphas.
"And, to add insult to injury, she asked to scent me twenty minutes into our date!" Satoru whined, and then began to gnaw puppy-like on your finger, which made you giggle. "Alphas are so annoying. You're so lucky you don't have to deal with them"
The words stung. You gave him a wan little smile, lips stretched thin. He didn't mean it, you told yourself. It's not like you would ever say anything to him about it. You didn't want to come off as insecure or pathetic.
But didn't he realize that it wasn't normal to be practically invisible to alphas? With the way they treated you, you might as well be a beta. Not that there was an issue with being a beta. But was it so wrong to want an alpha to look at you and see potential for a relationship?
His finger trailed down the side of your throat. He was peering at you strangely. "It would be so much easier if we dated instead"
Your face flushed immediately. You wanted to brush it off as a joke, but you knew there was some degree of truth to the admission. Not because of his tone, or the look in his eyes. But because you knew him as though he were an extension of your own hand.
"I-I...uhm" You stammered, glancing away. "But we're both omegas..."
"So?" Satoru scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You don't seriously believe in all of that traditional bullshit, do you?"
"No of course not!" You weren't a bigot. "I. Well...I guess I just always saw myself with an alpha?"
"But how would you know?" He asked, pressing the pads of his fingers more firmly against the scent gland on your throat, where an alpha's mating mark would someday be. "You've never been with an alpha before"
The reminder of your virginity stung. Satoru had been with alphas. He had even gone all the way. He had no issue finding an alpha to spend his heats with.
If things continued at this snails pace; you would end up losing your virginity on your wedding night to whatever alpha your parents managed to find for you. And how embarrassing would that be?
"You've never been with an omega before" You pointed out. When Satoru said nothing, looking away, you faltered. "...have you?"
"No." He said, flippant "I'm not interested in omegas"
"But you just said—"
"I said we" Satoru stressed, as if that was somehow different. "It's not the same if it's you. Duh. You're...you're special. Different. And at this rate, my attraction to alphas fades every day"
A beat of silence passed. Satoru leaned back and straddled your waist. For some reason, your heart pounded inside of your chest. He toyed with the collar of your shirt absently. "If you were an alpha, what kind of omega would you go for?"
"Erm" You said, stupidly. "I don't know? A nice one?"
That made him laugh. "You're so cute" he teased, eyes fond. When you squirmed and looked away, he laughed louder. "Just the cutest. I'm gonna be so sad when an alpha finally takes you away"
Again, there was an odd bit of truth. It was a fear of his, you could sense it. You could not possibly see a world where you and Satoru were not close. You could both be eighty and still sharing the same nest.
"Come on now, Satoru" You murmured, gently massaging his scent gland to let some of his sweet persimmon-peach scent into the room. "You wouldn't lose to an alpha"
He laughed, and all was restored.
"No, of course not" Satoru leaned close and brushed your noses together. You returned the gesture. He moved his head down and your lips hardly brushed together. It happened sometimes. "I'll never let an alpha take you away from me"
When Saturday inevitably came, you found yourself sick with nerves.
No, literally. You woke up from a nightmare and went to spew up last nights dinner into the toilet. You clung limply to the bowl, gasping for air. You skipped work, barely remembering to properly call out (you sounded so awful over the phone that your manager didn't even kick up a fuss).
A pit had formed at the bottom of your stomach. It grew its roots until there was nothing left inside of you but fear for what was to come. Suddenly, your phone lit up with a text. You didn't have to look at it to know that it was from Satoru. Somehow, you just knew.
8.00. Don't be late :) !
You hurled again but nothing came up but bile that burned your throat. You wiped your mouth, flushed and then gurgled a lot of water to regain any fluids potentially lost. You brushed your teeth and forced yourself back into bed. When you woke from your nap (that conveniently lasted the whole day), it was 4:48 PM.
At 5:02, you got out of bed for the second time today and forced yourself into the shower. The water was scalding hot, just the way you needed it. So hot that it bordered on uncomfortable. So hot you couldn't even anxiously spiral about the whole Satoru-Suguru situation. You spent a long time underneath the shower-head, and then even longer sitting butt naked on the floor of your closet, wondering what to even wear.
If you were going. And that was a big if. Technically, you said no. You said you wanted nothing more to do with that. Them. So if you didn't want to go, what could they do? Drag you to their house? Chain you down and force you to stay?
You chuckled bitterly. That didn't seem so far from possibility with Satoru in mind. Suguru at least, had minimum contact with you these last few years. He sent you a happy birthday text once and very rarely liked your story posts on Instagram from his business account.
He wasn't like Satoru—who you suspected had somehow gotten flowers inside your house. Suguru respected your wishes enough to leave you alone.
In the end, you said fuck it, pulling on simple pants and a nice enough blouse (hiding it underneath a light jacket) and left your house with nothing but your wallet, house-key and phone. You weren't going.
Instead, you walked without any real destination in mind. It was a habit you hadn't managed to break. Back in your hometown, you could walk anywhere and eventually end up where you began. There was safety and familiarity in the same places. Whenever you became stressed, agitated, you would just set out walking. The scenery would calm you down.
You didn't think of how much of an easy target you made. An unmated omega without scent patches. It wouldn't be hard for an alpha with the wrong sorts of intentions to find you.
That was how you met Suguru, actually. An alpha with the right sort of intentions; stopping you from ending up on the channel 9 news. Immediately, you scrubbed the memory from your mind. You didn't want to think about him. If there was a way to forget them both completely, you were you would take it.
Eventually, you happened upon a park. It seemed familiar. Maybe all parks were that way—pockets of nostalgia that held the word together in its plastic slides and chain-link swings. You walked the perimeter of it for what felt like a dozen times and collapsed onto the nearest bench with a relieved groan.
Your legs and feet were pleasantly sore. You propped one leg up onto the other and gently rolled your ankle as though it were a ball on a hinge. The bone creaked and popped—maybe this was a sign that you were getting older.
You brought up one hand, fingers massaging the middle of your forehead. A killer headache was approaching. The sound of you greedily inhaling air was the only thing around for what seemed like miles. Until a car pulled up to a screeching stop and killed the engine. It wasn't a model you recognized.
Body frozen with fear, you watched apprehensively as the driver got out of the car and briskly made his way over. He didn't slam the door—that was never Suguru's style. Heart trapped wildly in your throat, you could say nothing when he called out to you.
He said your name again, this time with a familiar expression. His lips thinned and his left brow jumped, before a furrow appeared between them. You felt like a scolded child. It was weird when paired with the fact that when you saw him, you felt relief. Pure, unadulterated relief. You wanted to jump into his arms and let him make everything right again.
Ruthlessly, you squandered that down. Suguru was Satoru's alpha now.
"What are you doing here?" You asked instead, and your voice only sounded slightly winded, which you were proud of.
Suguru glanced around. "This is where you always go when you're stressed out, dear. I figured I'd check here when you didn't show"
The reminder made you want to grind your teeth together. Again with the assumption that you would just do whatever they wanted. Like you hadn't left on your own. Like you haven't survived three whole years, on your own.
"Well tough shit" You heard yourself say. Internally, you preened at the display of strength. At not crumbling. "I said I didn't want to go"
To that, Suguru said nothing. Your eyes bounced on him and away again. You didn't want to oogle him, to see all the ways his appearance might have changed or otherwise stayed the same. You didn't want him to look at you either, but you could feel his eyes sliding over your body anyway.
When he continued to say nothing, you scoffed and stood up. Pain flared in your legs and feet but you refused to show it. Hands shaking, you pulled up the maps app on your phone and quickly typed in the directions to the nearest bus stop.
"Wait, wait" He said, sounding all out of breath. You did not, and put one foot in front of the other. Suguru exhaled a sharp breath (how similar he and Satoru were, in some lights) and grabbed onto your arm. Of course you tried to break free, but there was no beating the natural strength of an alpha. "Let's just talk about this, alright?"
You shook your head, saying nothing. You didn't want to talk. Talking with Suguru was worse than fighting. He had such a way of words. Spinning them in such a way that you got all mixed up and tired—always admitting defeat. Shamefully, you felt tears rising up at the threat of a verbal confrontation with him and harshly scrubbed them away with the palm of your free hand. More tears fell.
A lump formed in your throat as you pushed down a hiccuping cry. Stupid. You were stupid for leaving the house. This whole situation was stupid. You were just a stupid girl who never seemed to learn.
"What are you doing out here, all by yourself?" You heard him ask. Suguru's voice was soft and slightly condescending, as if you couldn't be trusted to make decisions for yourself. "It's late. Your phone doesn't have much battery left to it. What if something had happened to you, dear? Could you really walk nine miles back to your house?"
"How did you–?" You stopped crying long enough to blink your teary-eyed gaze up at him quizzically. You powered on your phone. Just like he said, the battery was pitifully low. Then, you glanced down at your feet. Had you really walked nine miles? You shook your head. That didn't matter. "I can take care of myself. You...you don't have to worry about me anymore"
"I always worry about you" Suguru said, and his face looked perfectly believable.
You tried to scoff, but it sounded weak. And more importantly, it sounded like you were about to cry again. Once more, you tried to tug away from him. He didn't let you—instead crowding too close into your space. Stop, let go of me, you said pathetically quiet , but he cut you off with soft shushing noises.
Suguru pressed your foreheads together. And it reminded you so painfully of Satoru, and the sweet way you always brushed your noses against one another. His eyes were open, unblinking as they bore down on you. Even when you screwed your own eyes shut (which you couldn't do forever, and then opened), you felt his stare keenly.
"Why didn't you come?"
You set your jaw, swallowing thickly. "I...I was scared"
"What's there to be afraid of?" He asked "It's just us"
And therein lied the problem. You felt yourself sighing heavily, trying to resist him. It wasn't worth getting yourself hurt again. You knew that. No matter how badly you wanted to feel loved again, it wasn't worth being passed back and forth between them like a chew toy. But before you loved Suguru, there was Satoru. And he was always impossible to resist.
That's why you needed to get away. And stay away. Because no matter what Satoru did to you, it was impossible to truly hate him. Not when he was so wrapped up in your DNA you couldn't tell where he ended and you began. You spent the past three years shuffling through the motions, hardly living.
You said nothing. Maybe you didn't need to. Suguru knew you well. How many times had you cried into his chest, feeling pathetic and worthless without Satoru there to guide you? Before they even met, he hated Satoru, for what he put you through. You wondered how that worked. Being fated for a person you could only half-stand. Maybe these three years had given the two of them plenty of time to sort everything out.
"It's alright" You heard him murmur. His hand snaked underneath your jacket, unzipping it to expose your top. You feared only for a second what he would do before your inner omega calmed that right down. It was Suguru. Suguru would never do anything to hurt you. His hand pressed against your unbitten mating gland. He studied it silently for a bit, gently tipping your head this way and that to get a better look at it.
Then, without another word, his palm slid to the back of your neck, and he scruffed you.
With a panicked noise, you fell into his chest, breathing hard against the instincts that made you submit to him. It didn't take long at all for that too to die out, leaving you boneless against him.
"I know you don't like being scruffed, honey." You heard him say as he gently hoisted you up into his arms and walked over to the park. "But you can't run away forever. We need you back"
"I le-left..." You slurred; with great effort as he gently deposited your prone form into the passenger side. "I don't...I wan–I wanna go home"
"We are going home" Suguru murmured, buckling you in and kissing your forehead, and again on your slack mouth. "Now sit tight. That'll wear off by the time we get there, don't worry"
You felt sick the entire ride there, like you did this morning. In reality, it couldn't have been longer than 30 minutes. You tried to focus on the scenery, maybe deduce where Suguru could be taking you. But your instincts and mind were all muddled.
Because Suguru scuffed you. Something that alphas did not to reign in their unruly omegas—something that was meant as a last resort. He used the intrinsic trust placed in him by you and he took away your autonomy. You never thought he would do something like that to you.
Your head lolled in the seat as you tried to wait for the effects to run out. Suguru drove with one hand on your thigh; making soft conversation with himself. He didn't seem to mind the fact that the only thing you could get out were incomprehensible little noises.
Just like he said, the effects of the scruffing wore off just as he pulled into the driveway of a luxurious penthouse complex. The sort you would never be able to afford. Your heart dropped right to your ass and when Suguru rounded the car to open the door for you, you fitfully whimpered.
"None of that now," He chided, gently kissing you on the mouth again. You hated how much that relaxed you.
To that, you said nothing, allowing him to hold your hand as he led you inside. The man at the front desk, nor security, seemed to care that there was a fearful smelling omega clutching at one of the alphas. He simply waved a greeting and that was the end of it.
Your body thrummed with nerves as Suguru herded you into the elevator. There was no one else present. A small mercy. Even with the constant touching meant to soothe, you were terrified. You didn't want to be there. You wanted to go home. But you weren't so sure either of them would let you.
At one point (just how high up was this penthouse), Suguru crowded you against the back wall, chuffing into your throat. He didn't seem to mind that your scent stunk of distress. If anything, he just made more soothing noises and rubbed your sides—his own scent smelling completely at ease.
Like this was normal.
The elevator lurched to a stop, and your heart with it. You planted your feet on the floor, a last ditch effort, wildly shaking your head as Suguru made move toward you.
"No, no, I don't—" Want to. You could laugh so hard that you burst into tears. It was clearly obvious that neither of them cared what you wanted. Instead, you tried for a different angle. "He's going to be angry with me"
Suguru glanced at you, and hummed. "Only for a little while" He said, and pulled you out. You could feel the searing warmth of his hand on the back of your shoulders—as if he didn't trust you not to make a break for it at the first chance.
You were completely silent as he led you down the hall. You gnawed at your inner cheek harshly, tasting the copper of blood as he slid the key expertly into the lock. Suguru ushered in you inside with an amused huff and a gentle shove.
Their combined scents slapped you in the face. It was potent, maybe even more so with so much distance and time between you. Even your own place didn't smell this strongly. Openly curious, your eyes traveled around the place.
It looked how you would imagine. Clean, like something out of a magazine. Suguru's work, no doubt. If there was a mess made from dinner, there was no way of knowing. The kitchen was spotless and slightly smelled like cleaning products. The lights were off, save a lamp in the sitting room and a small one over the stove. Satoru was nowhere in sight.
Confused, your steps faltered, clumsily sliding out of your shoes. "Where's—?"
"Here." Suguru said, gentle smile on his face, bangs slightly obscuring his eyes. His hand settled on the small of your back as he once again herded you around. He led you to what you could only assume was their bedroom.
Your stomach churned with nerves. You tried planting your feet again, shaking your head. "W-wait. Wait, I changed my mind. I don't, I want to go home—"
"Ssshh" He soothed, and kissed your cheek from behind. His chest was like a brick wall behind you. He pushed the door open, gently guiding you inside. The door closed behind you both with a click, and the lock sliding into place sounded like the end of any further escape attempts.
Just like the rest of the penthouse, the big lights in the bedroom were killed. There were a couple of floor lamps that illuminated the space into a gentle glow.
And there he was.
Satoru was sitting on a plush chair. He was wearing a large shirt—probably Suguru's, and...a pair of your sheer pajama shorts. You recognized the blue fabric immediately. How long had that set been missing? Why, after three years, is Satoru wearing your lingerie? Why had Suguru kissed you, not once, but twice. Why do neither of them seem to accept the word 'no' for an answer?
The lamp made shadows against his face. He looked sweet, gentle, kind, white hair framing his face as his slender fingers splayed across the book pages. It must have been act. You have never willingly seen him pick up a book. He glanced up at you, and you felt the air around you prickle.
He wore a blank expression. You couldn't tell if he was pissed off or the happiest man on the planet. It wasn't like a couple of days ago—when he saw you and leapt into your arms. Satoru studied you for a few moments, and then tossed the book aside. He waved you over, though not unkindly, somehow, that was worse.
You knew what he expected of you. You turned your head, glanced once more at Suguru. He wasn't going to save you. Not when he wanted the same thing Satoru did. The omega's eyes tracked you as you stepped closer. He widened his legs a bit and sighed pleasurably once you straddled his lap and hugged him.
Of course, three years wasn't nearly enough time for you to unlearn him. Not all of him. You carded your fingers through his hair and let him nuzzle and lick at your chin and cheek.
"I'm really hurt, you know?" Satoru murmured, eyes flickering upwards to meet your own. You said nothing, but nodded to signal that you understood him. "I worked really hard, all week, to make dinner for you. I wanted to make you feel special. And you didn't even show!"
"I'm sorry" You said immediately, because the pout in Satoru's voice was so familiar. As youth, you never did anything truly heinous to him. Your biggest offense was always not giving enough of your attention to him. All you had to do to get back into his good graces was dote on him some, pet his hair and croon about how sorry you were. How you'd always be right where he wanted. "I'm sorry for not showing up, Satoru"
You felt him sag against you at the sound of his given name.
"No you're not" He said suddenly. Terrified, you watched as his expression went from cheery to hard. As if you were nothing. "I don't believe you. You'll leave again. The minute we turn around....you'll leave. You always leave. You're always trying to leave us"
"Ow–ow, Satoru, you're hurting me—"
His hand presses bruises in the shape of his fingertips around your forearm as you foolishly attempt to get up. He quickly follows after you, and the more you fight him, the harder it gets to break your way free. Until you can do nothing but huff, scent tinted with heavy fear and distress.
Satoru's purring now, happy and pleased now that he has you restricted underneath him. He's wrapped himself around you—and the omega is much too tall and gangly for the hold to feel anything but terrifying. It takes great force to relax, trying to project notes of soothing into your scent so that he'll let go of you.
He doesn't. He just purrs louder.
You're forced at an eye level with his mating mark. Only then do you seem to remember that Suguru is still there. His feet sound almost silently as he crosses the room over to the bed. A shadow falls over you both and Satoru lets up only a bit so that you can look the alpha in the eye.
"I get to have her first" Satoru says, voice thin once Suguru attempts to touch. He pulls you in against your chest and restricts your airflow with the strength of it. "Remember?"
"You're going to make her pass out" Comes Suguru's blithe reply, somewhere above you.
Satoru makes a noise of surprise, releasing you all together. You get a handful of seconds max to categorize your positions before everything shifts again as he begins pressing hurried little kisses all over your face. "Lemme make it up to you baby, 'm sorry"
A whimper gets caught in your throat as Suguru maneuvers your form on the bed. You try to fight him, but Satoru pins down your arms as the alpha unbuttons your slacks and pulls them down your legs and then off; tossing them somewhere you can't see.
The omega pulls a face. "I wish you would have worn sexier panties" He says, like he has any right to dictate what underwear you choose. Satoru's fingers find the band and snap them against your hips. Then does it again once you flinch. "Hm. Nevermind. I can sorta see the appeal to these, can't you, Suguru?"
"The simple ones have their charms" He agrees, studying the lower half of your body. "I think the white makes her legs look longer"
Satoru tilts his head and sucks his teeth. "Yeah, you're right. Baby, you've got really pretty legs, you know that?"
Two sets of eyes shift upwards to where you're desperately trying not to cry. You know you should say something. You know you just can't lie there and let them fuck you. But your mind is drawing a blank. Satoru sucks his teeth again and murmurs, why's she upset? And to which Suguru replies, maybe she's tired of you teasing her.
Even if you can somehow get past Satoru and Suguru both, there's no way you're going to escape the penthouse. Much less the locked bedroom door. And what would you do then? Run down to the lobby with no pants on? As you struggle to think of an escape plan (with the dawning horror that there might not be one), the mated pair strip you bare from the rest of your clothes.
Once you're naked and trying to curl up on yourself, you're forced to watch them both makeout. Even when you turn away you can still hear them, Satoru's exaggerated moaning and them swapping spit. It dredges up bad, awful memories. You walking in on them the very first time, Suguru's teeth at his throat, both of them naked from the waist down like they just couldn't wait.
And when Suguru gets a hand on you, rolling you once more onto your back, Satoru snarls and goes—"I get to go first"
"I know that," Suguru says, and has the gall to roll his eyes. "I'm just getting her ready for you, is that okay, you big baby?"
"No" Satoru snaps, petulant. You say nothing, watching with wide fearful eyes, hardly daring to breathe as the alpha and omega regard one another with a series of looks. At last Suguru gives in, hands held up in surrender and Satoru crowds your entire vision, smiling.
"Hi" He says, booping your nose.
"Hello" You reply, sniffling.
"Don't worry, I wouldn't let that brute go first" The omega murmurs, spreading your legs around his waist. Like that's the source of your concern. "You haven't fucked an alpha in a while. I bet his cock would break your poor pussy, wouldn't it?"
The words make it feel more real, suddenly. Satoru is going to fuck you. He found you, tracked you down. Stalker you. Got you to meet him at the cafe with the intention that on Saturday (today), he was going to fuck you. Your omega ex best friend is going to fuck you and his alpha is probably next and there's nothing you can really do about it.
"Please, no, please–" Satoru rolls his eyes, but the words won't stop pouring. "I don't—please. Please don't, Satoru. 'm sorry. I'm not....'m not ready. I can't—"
"Of course you're not ready, silly" The omega says, grinning as he sucks on two of his fingers before bringing them down to your hole. "It's been three years. Did you think I was just going to stick my cock in?"
You try to snap your legs shut, sniffling and whimpering. But Suguru pins down your knees and keeps you spread open. Satoru's fingers are thick, a little longer than what you're used to. They seem to reach deep inside, scooping out most of your coherent thoughts.
It's good, I don't like this, it feels really good, I don't want to do this; I want to go home—
All the while, Satoru shushes your cries, like the sea lapping against rock. Sssh, sssh, sssh. He coos at you, flicks your clit with his thumb to get you wet. Noses along your scent gland and murmurs, "That's it baby, just like that. Feels good, doesn't it? Your omega's makin you reel good"
He seems to have never ending patience. Goes slow until your body feels laden and heavy, pussy noisily sucking in his fingers. Two, then three, Satoru mumbling encouragements while hovering exactly three centimeters away from your face all the while. Reassures you that he isn't mad. Not anymore. Tells you how much he loves you, how happy he is to have you home. How long he's been waiting for this.
It makes you sick. Even worse when the omega pulls his fingers free and you whine, dazedly wanting to feel full again. You don't even try to close your legs again, maybe because Suguru is still there and you know he wouldn't let you. Maybe because you like it and you want Satoru to keep going.
You just lie there, sucking in lungfuls of air and mentally prepare yourself. They'll have to stop sometime, won't they? And then you can leave. All you have to do is endure for a little while, and it'll be over.
Satoru teased you with his cock, smirking. He's more well endowed than what you would expect a male omega to be, but you know from personal experience that Suguru's much bigger. Satoru though, is a little shorter than 6 inches, and pretty girthy. And as much as you hate to admit it, you're glad he's going first.
Because Satoru is right—you haven't had sex with anyone, much less an alpha male, in close to three years. And there seems to be this superstition that omegas are always loose and wet, but that isn't really the case. Of course omegas slick up, but mostly during heat cycles. Outside of that, your pussy is meant to stretch to birth pups, not to take alpha cocks without prep.
"Ready?" Satoru asks, and you bite down on your lip as his cock pushed in. The omega grunts, bucks his hips, and shoves inside all in one thrust. You yelp, legs threatening to snap shut. Satoru smiled smugly against your cheek. "Big stretch, sweetheart, yeah, you can take it. Good girl"
You turn your face into the sheets, keeping your noises trapped behind your teeth as Satoru starts fucking you entirely too quickly. How to describe it? It's unlike anything you've ever felt before. You and Suguru had what most would 'lovemaking'.
He was hardly ever rough with you. It was soft and slow and gentle—like every whispered fairy tale omegan girls told themselves, sighing and simpering amongst their own second gender. This wasn't that.
Satoru was fucking you meanly. Like he was punishing you for leaving even though he swore he wasn't mad anymore. If you moved too much against him, hips trying to get some sort of relief, he would attack your throat, growling lowly until you stopped trying to run.
The noises you tried to bite back escaped, and it was too intense to be called pleasurable, really—it was too much feeling for all of it to feel good. You couldn't describe it, just that your whimpers turned to wails that you were sure others could hear (which only embarrassed you further), hands scrabbling at Satoru's slick sweaty skin.
He delighted in the markings, even if you were sure they had to hurt. He pinned your hips down to the mattress, laving at the skin of your scent gland with his wet tongue as soft, animalistic noises pouring out of his throat.
"We coulda had this the whole time" He grunted, grabbing your chin in his hand and directing your attention back to his face. "Isn't this nice, baby?"
You didn't answer him, you weren't sure you could. A series of strangled gasps left your lips, hand maybe trying to shove Satoru off or pull him closer. "I can't" it's not even higher than a gasp. You register Suguru's hands brushing your hair back. "I c-can't—I can't—please....please"
"Ssssh, it's okay" Suguru, this time. Your eyes lift to meet his, and you realize that your head is pillowed in his lap. You can feel his hard cock jerking against the side of your face, which fills you with disgust. "You're having fun honey, that's all. I know it's a lot. But you're doing so well. I'm proud of you"
You slap your hand over your mouth, mouth making a wild, panicking sound as your orgasm slams into you suddenly like a train. Your vision whites out for a second. You're scared, you've never felt like this before, and you want so badly to go home.
"Yeah, see?" Satoru murmurs, a bit breathless. "We're having fun"
He makes a noise of appreciation, pulling out for a moment to watch your cum trickle out of you in slow trickles before gently, ever so gently, sliding back in again. You make a pained sound, oversensitive, but Satoru just shushes you. He coos, a more omega sound, and that settles your nerves enough to let him continue sliding into your puffy cunt with slow, languid strokes without much protest, save for the occasional whimper.
Suguru suddenly moves. He does not toss your head out of his lap, but he is not all too gentle either. The suddenness throws you off guard, so you miss the look the mated pair share.
Teeth settle over your throat. Instinctively, you suck in a breath, panicked sound caught in your throat, trapped on a plea, right as Suguru bears down and bites. The pain is blinding, and you squeal, to which Satoru easily holds you down, gives a couple of jerky thrusts, and cums.
He rests his head on your shoulder. Both of them do, one on each side. Panting. Hair tickles your neck, your sensitive gland, your face. You join them, caught in a sea of nothingness that seems to bobble as far as the metaphorical eye can see.
You're brought back to the present as someone bites down again. Satoru this time. You don't even struggle. You don't even feel much of anything. Even the pain seems distant. You register him licking the wound clean, followed by the sound of kissing from above.
They marked me, they marked me, theymarkedme how am I supposed to leave–they marked me—
Bonded omegas can't survive without their mates. Not this early. It'll kill you, or the bond sickness will become so bad that death will seem like the merciful thing to endure.
Satoru pulls out. His fingers push his spend back into your cunt. "Hey Suguru?" He says, questioning lilt in his tone. You can feel his eyes piercing into you. "It would be something if I got her pregnant before you did, huh?"
Suguru growls. A proper alpha one that has the hairs raising on your arms and the back of your neck. You start whining, plaintive little noises to try to calm him down—even though you don't care in the slightest. Your mind is suddenly overwrought with alpha mad, alpha's mad at me—
"No, no, not you sweetheart" Suguru murmurs, holding onto your cheek and stroking away your tears with his thumb. "Satoru just got me riled up, that's all"
You can hear Satoru cackling. You try to sit up, body aching. It's hard. Especially when Suguru intercepts the action with a soft, not yet baby—loops that toned arm around your waist and gently turns you over. You find yourself on your hands and knees. Not that the position lasts very long, because he pushes down lightly on your lower back, and you collapse like a house of cards, which delights Satoru greatly.
"Ready?" Suguru asks. Which is pointless. Of course you're not ready. You panic a little in the clutch, whimpering and trying to get away from him, summoning what little fight you have left. All Suguru has to do to put a stop to it is nibble on your mating mark. You turn your face into the sheets with a gasp, breathing in the dank scent of sex as the alpha pushes inside.
He's big. Of course. All alphas are (or so you've heard). Even though you feel like Satoru had fucked you to hell and back already, nothing really quite compares to the way Suguru's cock reaches in deeper, deeper than where Satoru could ever go, and molds your pussy to his shape.
Tears wet your cheeks, and you stile a sob as the alpha bottoms out. He groans, slides out an inch before slamming back in, his balls slapping against your ass.
"I know" Satoru murmurs, sounding almost wistful. You can't tell if he wants to be in your position or if he just wants to fuck you again. Hands that had once pinned you down and restricted your movements now brush the wetness from your face, followed by soft kisses.
"Fuck" Suguru isn't one for cursing. Even in spite of everything, you find yourself thinking, maybe he's changed this way, too. His head must hand forward, because you can feel his hair, like a curtain of ink, sliding over your back.
"Good?"
He nods. You can feel it. The curtain moving. "It's been so long"
"Careful" Satoru says, exposing a hint of teeth. "She was my omega first, and I might get jealous"
"Mmm...I let you have your turn" Suguru replies, running wide hands down the sides of your body. He sounds like he could have been trying for nonchalant, but more realistically, it sounds like he's short of breath.
Maybe it's the bond. Maybe it's just Satoru, who is undeniably closer. But you swear you can feel his breath on your skin.
"Alright, dear" Spittle trickles out of your mouth, and you can only summon a strangled noises as Suguru adjusts your position slightly, notching your hips upwards a bit. His hand rests on the innermost part of one of your thighs to keep you upright. Your eyes meet, or what you can see of him anyway, through blurred tears. "Oh, you really are so pretty. Okay, I'm going to start now"
"Oh, boo" Satoru says, leaning down to literally lick up your drool, kissing your forehead as you attempt to draw back from him. "You never fuck me that gentle"
"You don't like it gentle" Suguru points, and you think he might be rolling his eyes.
You want to protest that this doesn't feel gentle. But Suguru isn't jackrabbiting into your pussy, it's deeper than that. Your hands grip tightly onto the sheets, mewling as he finds your spot with uncanny precision and proceeds to target it ruthlessly. Your mouth cracks open on a moan—and then you just don't stop.
It sounds pornographic. It's made worse with the bond, you think. Suguru's satisfaction scrambles your brain, makes the room feel like it's spinning on a wobbly carousel. It feels like wading into a pool, except the water rushes up far too soon before you're ready, and overwhelms you.
At the bottom of the pool is Satoru. Or perhaps he is the water. Everywhere, inescapable. The beginning and the ends of your psyche. When Satoru fucked you, it felt like entirely too much from the beginning. Too much, too fast, too deep, no time to breathe. It's similar with Suguru, but different too. You don't know which is better or which is worse. All you know is that you want to stop.
There's a shaky cry, a hiccuping gasp that Satoru brushes away as you choke on air, mewling and pleading for mercy. To stop. Neither of them pay you any mind. To them, it's just another part of the fantasy. Your thighs tremble, and then you just...grunt, too exhausted to even move. Suguru adapts brilliantly, follows you down, molds himself to your back, and doesn't let up even for a second.
The bond is chokingly tight. It grips you tighter, and tighter until...
Until everything just goes black.
You wake to the sun shining entirely too bright, a killer headache and an absolutely terrible taste in your mouth. Stomach lurching uncontrollably and body feeling as though you were slammed into a brick wall, you groan and smack your lips; throat scorching hot and dry.
"I know sweetheart," A voice says. It sounds as though it could be nearly angelic. "I bet you've got quite the headache, let me see what I can do about that. Open up"
Dutifully, you crack open your eyelids and pain stabs through your entire form. The voice chuckles.
"Your mouth, darling" Suguru admonishes, playfully. Oh. You do, and small tablets are dropped onto your tongue, followed by a large gush of water to help it all down. Weakly, you guzzle for more, wetting your aching throat. At last, that weird foul taste seems to go away.
Memories suddenly come forward, each one as painful and quick as the last. No, baby, we're not done. You didn't think we were done, did you? With a lurch, your body jerks up so fast that the painkillers (or whatever they were) are nearly thrown up.
"Woah" Suguru whistles "Not too much, too fast. How do you feel?"
Disgusting. Sick. Broken. "I...I don't–not good" You grasp for something. Anything. "Hungry."
The alpha leans in and kisses your forehead. Satoru must feel it through the bond, because you can feel him skimming back. That'll take some getting used to.
"I know, my poor omega" Suguru murmurs "Don't worry. We'll get some food in you soon. Satoru's making breakfast"
That causes your brows to jump to your hairline, even amidst all the pain currently wreaking havoc on your body. Satoru? Cooking? When you were younger you distinctly remembered that he hated anything that could be considered slightly omega-like. Especially since everyone around you framed it as something to be done in service for an alpha.
Cooking, cleaning, babysitting. He refused to do any of it. When he was younger, everyone swore he would grow out of it. He did not. Then everyone just made peace with the fact that his future alpha would have to know what they were getting into, mating an omega as highbrow as Gojo Satoru.
Suguru traced his fingers down the side of the bite, which made your stomach lurch again. "He did it for you; you know? Wanted to impress you. Though if you ask me, I just think he did it so I couldn't take the glory of being the one to make all of your meals"
You're only half listening. Satoru taught himself how to cook. Satoru and Suguru, at some point, must have been thinking about this for a very long time. They knew, somewhere at the back of their minds, that you would not come to them willingly.
Maybe they knew you wouldn't show. That was how Suguru knew how to find you. And then he scuffed you. Fucked you. Both of them. And now there are two burning mating marks on the side of your throat that you can't get rid of.
"I think 'm gonna be sick" You gurgle weakly.
The alpha makes a noise of surprise, and grabs the trashcan just in time for you to hurl into it. He rubs your back all the while, murmurs his little there-there's. Once it's all out of your system, Suguru thumbs away a line of spittle.
"Might have been just a little too rough" He says, "I apologize on both of our behalves. We were...excited"
You squeeze your eyes shut so that you won't cry.
Suguru doesn't wait to see if you'll accept his apology. Maybe he doesn't really care. He got what he wanted from you. The bond flowers, bursts of happiness that take control of your thoughts and whisk them away to a more pleasant place.
One of them....maybe both. They're doing that. They're forcing you to feel good. Not even my thoughts are my own anymore.
"How about a bath?" Suguru says, too close to your face.
"Okay" You say, because what else is there to say.
"Good girl" The alpha responds, and smiles, very obviously happy. He lifts you up (still naked, covered in marks and bruises—and oh god, they didn't stop—even when you passed out they didn't—). "We're going to treat you so well here, darling. It'll be like nothing ever happened, you'll see"
There's a mirror, on the way to the bathroom. You catch a glimpse at the marks marring your throat. Suguru's, deeper, redder, then Satoru's. Like a Venn diagram. The skin between them mottled and puffy.
You lay your head down on Suguru's shoulder. You try to summon the tears to cry, but you can't. It like there's something physically blocking you from those feelings. You wonder how much longer it'll be before you even forget to feel sad and hurt over what happened to you.
As your alpha helps you into the tub, gently scooping the copious amounts of cum out of your cunt, you think to yourself, no one said that mating would make me feel this helpless. It was supposed to be glorious. Magical. Your fairy tale ending. This is a nightmare that you can't wake up from. You feel cheated. You wish you had never accepted Satoru's invitation in the first place.
But really, you snort, and Suguru says, what's funny, quirking his brow and you tell him, nothing. And then you think, realistically, how much longer would you have been to resist them?
