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Casper knew he shouldn’t stare. He should focus on what he was doing… but, god… The thought made his mouth water…

“Can I help you, my dear?” Loki eyed him from her usual reading spot in her green armchair, smirking a knowing grin.

Cas looked away, burying his face in his sketchbook to hide his blushing. “No, I’m good, Lokes.”

“Really? Because your thoughts are very loud.”

Cas gripped his pencil harder. Curse having an all-powerful sorceress as a wife…

He sighed, looking his wife in the eyes. “Lokes… I know we’re married and I can ask you anything.”

 “Anything,” she reassured. 

Cas got up from his spot on the bed, walking slowly to Loki’s armchair, kneeling before her. “I’ve had this fantasy, and I would love if… if you would let me… um-”

Fuck… Seeing her look down like that, eyes hooded and sparkling with mischief, it made the mortal speechless.

“Yes, pet?” Loki cupped Cas’s chin the way he liked.

“Would you please let me suck your tits?”

Loki smiled, hearing what she wanted to hear. “If you’re asking to worship your goddess, the answer is always yes, my pet.” Without another word, she removed her shirt and bra, letting her breasts fall into view. Cas’s mouth hung open as he stared at them, a bit of drool dribbling down his mouth, practically hypnotized by them.

“Aww… I know, dear. They are stunning, aren’t they?” She cupped his face yet again, this time wiping the saliva from his chin and putting it back in his mouth, pushing her fingers in. Cas gagged on her fingers, but ran his tongue over the digits nonetheless. He tried keeping eye contact, he really tried, but his eyes kept darting to her gorgeous breasts.

Loki noticed this and removed her fingers, letting Casper gasp for air. She moved in a way that let them jiggle freely, which made Cas’s mouth water even more. But he kneeled there at her feet, waiting for permission like the good pet he was.

“I wonder how long you could stay there, kneeling at my feet, waiting for my command.” Cas knew the answer: he would stay there forever, though not without struggle as he waited for what it was he truly wanted.

“But, you know the one thing about pets, don’t you?” Cas tilted his head like a dog, the sub and puppyspace kicking in. “They don’t wear clothes, do they? Plus, I shouldn’t be the only one exposed here… I want to see you.”

Without question, Cas undressed down to his underwear, letting himself be more exposed than she was.

“That is more like it,” Loki smiled, spreading her legs wide–a false invitation. Cas knew better, and was rewarded as such. “Good boy… I have trained you well, haven’t I? As much as I love the sight of you drooling at the sight of me, my breasts are getting a bit cold.”

Cas’s face lit up, and if he had a tail, it would be wagging nonstop.

“Shall I give you what you want?”

He nodded frantically. Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-

“Alright then,” she ran her hands along her tits, making them move, “worship your goddess.”

Like a starved wolf being let out, Cas jumped up onto Loki’s lap, straddling it. He took one peak into his mouth, eyes rolling back at the taste he had been wanting for so long. He ran his tongue over her areola and nipple, sucking as if it produced the sweet nectar he needed to survive. With his other hand, he grabbed the other breast, squeezing her cold skin and running his fingers everywhere he could reach.

Loki smiled, moaning at the sensation. “Good boy, pet… So skillful…”

The praise rang on half-deaf ears. The sensation and feeling he was giving to his lover overwhelmed him, clouding his mind. But the praise registered, which only fueled him more. He moved his ministrations to her other breast, taking it in his mouth.

“I do think you’re the most devoted pet I have ever had. We could get you a collar that pets wear on Midgard, with a little charm and all.” Cas moaned onto her breast at the thought, and Loki moaned in return at the vibrations.“‘If lost, return to Loki’ on it. Engraved in gold. So everyone can know who you belong to. Or we could get you a fancier Asgardian one. A bit more subtle, sure… but imagine it.”

Cas started to hump Loki’s thigh, trying to get as much friction onto his clit as he could. He was already soaking wet, and the juices from his underwear smeared onto Loki’s pant leg.

“Soaking wet already… just from sucking my breasts,” she tsked and smiled, "desperate pet…”

Kissing and biting everywhere he could manage, Cas was on cloud nine. His mind spinned, almost in a trance. His mind fixated and focused on nothing but his goddess’s breasts. This is what he wanted. This was heaven.

His thighs quickened, but was stopped by Loki’s hands. “Now, now. This is about my pleasure, not yours. You’re worshipping me, after all.” Cas nodded, sad, but understanding. “Good pet…” She ran her fingers along Cas’s bottom lip, admiring the view: mouth dribbling with spit, eyes glassy, waiting eagerly for her next command. Loki thought it was the most adorable thing she had ever seen. How lucky she was to have such a devoted pet. “Would you like to keep worshipping me, or do you think you’ve been good enough to deserve a treat?”

Cas’s brain short-circuited. 

“Aww… it’s alright, pet. I know how dumb you get when you worship me. Your brain turns off and there’s nothing to think about but pleasuring your goddess. How about I think for you, hm?”

Cas nodded.

“C’mon, baby…” Kara says sweetly, fingertips ghosting over your bare shoulder blades as she gathers your hair. “I know how well you can take it.”

Her tongue smoothes over her bottom lip as she takes in the sight of you on your hands and knees beneath her. Her free hand made its way down your spine, curving over your hip and stomach before hooking itself between your thighs. Again.

Fingers swirl steadily around your clit, and her wrist helps to keep you in place when your body tries to pull itself away. You’re thankful, actually. You wanted to stay as close as possible. If only she weren’t such a fucking tease.

The base of her dildo is sunk comfortably into your entrance, where it has been sat for two minutes and forty-three seconds… not that you had been counting.

“Can only take as much as you give,” you bite back, though a quite grunt slips as she stimulates your clit. You’re hoping to push her over, make her end your torment.

She laughs at your attempt, fingers quickening their pace and her other hand gently pulling your head to the side with her grip in your hair. “That right? And you think you can handle it just like that?”

She sinks about another inch into you, and the combined feelings are enough to earn a moan. Your mouth hangs open, chest falling with a deep exhale. More.

“Mhmm…” you pathetically try to keep up your game. “But—“ you’re cut off by an involuntary whimper when she applies a particular pressure to your clit, and begins pumping the dildo at a painstaking pace.

Never allows it to go deeper than halfway still.

You swallow, eyes squeezing shut as tight as humanly possible. “But… but, I guess you just aren’t able to give it all, huh?”

It immediately stops. Her fingers halt, palm now pressed to your inner thigh. The dildo is frozen in your cunt that is desperately begging for more.

She pulls your head back, your scalp tingling with the sensation. You twitch against her, hips bucking backwards. Your eyes are half lidded looking back at her over your shoulder, unable to fully open. She’s pissed.

“Oh, baby. You’re gonna regret going down this path.” Kara whispers in your ear, kissing your cheekbone tenderly.

The strap pulls out of you just like that, your pussy trying to chase it with lack of understanding. And her hand leaves your clit bare, slick fingers gripping onto your hips and flipping you onto your stomach. It’s fast, it’s effortless.

You gasp, chest rising as you settle in on your back. You know this route. The one where she gives you no way out. Where you can’t look at anything but her. Where you’re nothing but a moaning, drooling mess being absolutely fucked out by the woman that gave all and then some.

“Not like you’re dating fucking Supergirl, or anything.” She mocks, fingers scooping through your folds to gather your slick and pumping it onto the cock of her strap.

It’s like she’s going through the motions, no longer planning out each and every step to lead to your slowly paced undoing. Now she has a point to prove. Now it’s about her, and you’re smiling like an idiot about it.

Kara scoffs, brows knitted together in her frustration the way she always does when you’ve pissed her off just right. Once the dildo is coated and slick, she grabs onto your legs just behind your knees and pushes them upwards, pressing your thighs up against your torso. You bite back a smile, watching her with stars in your eyes.

“I’m more than capable of giving it,” she readjusts, pinning your legs to yourself with her forearm so her hand can guide the dildo to your pleading cunt. “And you’re gonna fucking watch me as you take it.”

You wouldn’t dare look away. And miss out on your victorious, shit eating, evil grin? No. You want to soak in every ounce of her pride.

You watch her, vision obscured by your dangling legs. Some small, foolish part of you thinks you really are ready. But then she sinks the cock into you, every inch of it in one quick swoop, and gives zero adjustment period before pulling right back out, and pumping right back in.

A moan immediately rolls out, back wriggling against the mattress as Kara immediately is fucking you with her full length. It’s a restless motion, and you could happily die each time you get a fraction of her body weight pressed into you at full connection.

Her hands land on either side of your head, holding her over top of you. Your knees bounce against her shoulders with each of her movements. You feel her nipples brushing over your skin, even that contact is enough to drive you wild.

“Kara…” you moan, eyes fluttering shut and head pressing back into the mattress.

“Huh uh, sweetheart. No.” She’s scolding you, thrusting the cock and burying it deep in your cunt. “Look at me. You’re going to fucking watch as I show you just how much you really can’t handle.”

But you’re too melted. The walls of your cunt pulsing around the silicone cocks buried inside, the feeling of her breasts pressed against your thighs.

“I said, look at me.” Kara grabs your face, her thumb on your jawline, her pointer and middle fingers pressing into your cheek.

As her fingers squeeze, a pressure that is carefully calculated to encourage not harm, your eyes crack open as much as they can. You see her wicked grin, eyes darker than they had been before.

“Good job, baby…” she says it so gently in contrast.

Your thighs squish against your breasts as she comes down and kisses your forehead as a reward. Her grip on your face is gone, moving to hold your hip and she continues to fuck her dildo mercilessly into your needy cunt. Sure enough, Kara wins. Though… you’re pretty sure seeing her so worked up to fuck you is a win too.

Loki snapped his book shut, loud.

Cas whipped his head around. “Can I help you?”

“Enough of this.”

“Enough of what, Lokes?” Cas turned around, continuing to change out of his day clothes. Through the mirror, he watched Loki make his way over.

“There are lies running through your head.”

“What?”

“I’m here to remedy that…” Loki wrapped his arms around Cas’s waist, letting his hands wander over the bare skin of his chest.

“Loki, I-”

“You what? If you are going to make some excuse that ‘it’s fine,’ or you’ve ‘dealt with it before,’ then it will not work.”

Cas grabbed Loki’s hands, stopping them in their tracks. “It is fine, Loki. I just…”

“Your ceaseless untrue thoughts about your body have gone on long enough, my dear.” Loki placed a kiss on Cas's neck, making eye contact with him in the mirror. “I’m here to remedy that,” he repeated.

“And how would you do that, Lokes?” Cas wondered how Loki could break down insecurities he has had for years, all the stigma and hatred he held for his body.

“For starters, I would start with your head. Tell you how much I utterly adore every single hair on your head.” Loki ran his fingers through Cas’s brown hair. “I can tell you how much I love your face. Your forehead that presses against mine in the morning; your eyes that never lose their sparkle; your nose that scrunches when you laugh.” Loki reached over, pinching Cas’s cheeks with his index and thumb. “Your cheeks, cutest little things I’ve ever seen! I could tell you how much I enjoy kissing them, how beautiful they are plastered with your freckles. They’re faded most of the time, but they’re there. And I could count them like stars in the sky and never get bored.”

“Loki-” Cas smiled against his better judgement.

“Oh and your lips…” Loki ran his finger over Cas’s bottom lip gently. “I can tell you how perfectly sculpted they are. How they lock perfectly into place against my own. I can tell you how much I like tasting your lip balm. It adds sweetness, though I don’t know how much more sweet you can get.”

Cas smiled wider. God, he was too good at this!

“Your chin. I love to hold it, make you look up at me. You seem to like it too, hm?”

“I do, yes.”

“And what about your neck, hm? Should I tell you how much I love kissing it?” Loki pressed kisses and small bites along the crook of Cas’s neck, “How I look forward to burying my face into it after a long hard day, smelling your comforting scent, feeling safe and right at home.” He then wrapped his slim fingers around Cas’s neck, placing a bit of pressure there. “Or, I could tell you how perfect it looks when my hands are wrapped around it. How I like it when your mortal instincts kick in and your heart speeds up juuuuust a bit.” Loki smirked mischievously, giving it a small squeeze, before moving on.

“Your chest…” Loki ran his fingers gently over the top surgery scars. “You’ve been happier ever since you got that surgery. I love seeing you thrive in your own skin, my darling. And your arms, too. I feel the safest when they are wrapped around me, so loving and warm… Your hands,” Loki grabbed Cas’s left hand, bringing it up to the light. “How I love when they cradle my face so gently. And let’s not forget the ring on your finger… A symbol of our love, of my adoration for you. I said it before but I will never, ever tire of seeing it on your finger. And oh, your stomach…”

Cas looked away. That was the flame that set off this whole bomb.

“Ah, ah. I never said you could look away.” Loki grabbed Cas’s chin, leading his eyes back to the mirror. “You need to look at yourself, my spider.”

“I don’t want to…” Cas whispered, his voice shaking.

“Unfortunately, I do believe king’s orders are final, yes?” Cas gulped, making eye contact with Loki in the mirror and watched as he leaned in, whispering low in his ear. “I’m ordering you to look at yourself as I worship you. Do you understand?”

His words sent a wave of arousal down Cas’s spine, pooling between his legs. Cas nodded.

“Good.” Moving around to Cas’s front, he kneeled in front of him, giving himself better access to Casper’s stomach. Loki placed kisses gently into Cas’s skin, tracing the stretch marks. “You loathe your stomach, but I disagree. It is a sign you are well-fed, that your organs are well protected. Extra skin means more to hold when we’re making love.” Loki bit down gently on Cas’s belly, leaving a purple mark in its wake. 

Cas stared at himself in the mirror, stealing a quick glance to his lover on his knees in front of him. “You don’t have to do this, Loki.”

“Why is it so hard to accept compliments, my dear? Why is it so hard to believe that I truly adore your body?”

Cas opened his mouth, then closed it. “I… I don’t know.”

“I lie about many things and to many people, but this is one thing I am absolutely certain of. Your body is perfect, and I will worship it as long as I need to and beyond to make you see yourself as I do: wonderfully created.”

Tears started to form in Cas’s eyes, and he wiped them away quickly. He felt the tug of Loki’s hand on his shorts and underwear. May I? Loki mouthed. Cas nodded.

“Need an audible yes, my pet.”

“Yes.”

With the permission needed, Loki slipped down Cas’s lower half, revealing the bare skin. It made his mouth water.

He moved down to Cas’s thighs. “Your thighs, my dear. I love being between them as I pleasure you with my tongue.” He grabbed them with both hands, placing kisses and licks, leaving no inch untouched. “I could spend hours being buried between them, for it is, I imagine, the closest thing to Valhalla.”

“And your legs, the way they take you places, keeping you standing tall, head held high where everyone can see your radiance. Your feet,” Loki placed a small kiss to them, “how they carry you, how they run to me after a long day…” Loki looked up, making eye contact once more. “Do you see, my darling? There is no inch of you that cannot be complimented, that cannot be adored…” 

Loki stood up, cupping Casper’s face with both hands, looking deeply into his tear-shed eyes. “There is nothing wrong with you or with your body. You are extraordinarily made, my dear. And there is nothing in all the Nine Realms and beyond that could stop or keep me from loving you.”

The tears started to flow down Casper’s face, breaking down any semblance of strength he had. He didn’t know what to say, but he knew how to express his gratitude. Cas locked lips with his beloved, letting his tears mix with Loki’s saliva. It was a kiss that said thank you and I love you all at the same time. It was a kiss that spoke feelings indescribable to mortal words.

Loki’s hands wandered, finding the chubby skin of Cas’s thighs and waist. Lost in the kiss, the god didn’t even care as Cas skillfully removed Loki’s silk sleeping robe and started to hump his crotch against the hard bulge of his boxers.

“Mm- darling…”

“Don’t act like this wasn’t your plan all along.” Cas smirked.

“I had hoped it would come to this, yes.” Loki maneuvered the two of them so Cas was on the edge of the bed. “Lay down.”

Cas obeyed instantly, positioning himself on the covers, his head comfortable against a pillow. He watched as Loki removed his boxers, leaving the welcome sight of his hard cock in its wake. It made Cas’s mouth water.

Cas looked Loki up and down, admiring the view. “And you said I was beautiful…”

“Ah, ah. This is about you, my dear.” Loki positioned himself on top of his husband. “Where would you like me?”

“Inside…”

“I was hoping you would say that…”

Loki went to position his cock so it looked like he would push in, but instead, Loki took it in one hand, circling around Cas’s entrance. Slow. With his other hand, he circled Cas’s clit even slower.

“Loki-”

“Here’s how we’re going to do this. You are going to say nice things about yourself, and we’re not going to stop until you truly believe it.”

“Loki, that’s cruel-” Loki removed the digit from his clit. “Mm-!”

“Some would call me cruel, yes. But if you obey and comply, I’ll have you climax as quick as you want. Disobey and well…”

“You’re not gonna let me cum until I say nice things about myself?”

“Correct.”

Cas threw his head back up at the ceiling. God, this was going to be torture. “Fine. I’m… beautiful.”

Loki placed his finger on Cas’s clit again, but no motion.

“Oh, come on!”

“You need to believe it my dear.”

“I do believe it, Lokes.”

“You can’t lie to the god of lies, my dear.”

“I’m gorgeous, I’m stunning, I’m, oh god, pleasecanyoujustgivemesomethingohmygod-” Cas bucked his hips to gain some friction, and Loki smiled wickedly.

“You’re making this harder for yourself, darling.”

“What would you have me say then?”

“I gave you multiple examples down by the mirror. Why don’t you start there and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

Oh, he was evil for this.

“Um, okay. You like every hair on my head, and I do too.” Slow circles. “I like styling it in different ways, even if my options are limited. Um, I like when you play with it. It makes me feel safe and loved. Uh, I like the color. I’ve learned to like the brown even though I do kind of miss the blond-”

“Thaaaat’s it.” The circles moved faster now.

“Mm- I like, uh, my freckles… Not just on my face but all over my body. I really should be in the sun more so they are more visible- Mm~!” Cas’s hips started to buck up, trying to get more friction on his clit. “And… and my lips. I like them because I get to kiss you, and they lead to my mouth which leads to my singing voice and- oh yesrightthererightthere- and- I really like my singing voice.”

Loki smiled, hearing what he wanted. “What else, love?”

“I like my chest. I like it a lot more since I got surgery- mm! Fuck~ And my… my stomach…” Cas whispered the last part. 

The circles stopped, and Cas groaned. “What was that, dear. I didn’t hear you.”’

“My stomach! It- it keeps my organs safe and… it’s a sign I’m well fed and… it doesn’t matter if it sticks out because it has always been that way- Oh, god, yes…” Cas moaned softly as Loki resumed the circles.

“Gods, you’re so wet. Do you think you’ve earned my cock?”

Cas nodded frantically. “Yes, please, Loki! Please!”

“I suppose I could indulge you… granted you say something more.”

“More?”

“More, my dear.”

“Okay- fine. I like my calves and how strong they are from swimming- Oh, god yes- Mmmmm yes…!” Casper let out a big breathy moan as Loki pushed in, settling himself in his place where he belonged: inside Cas.

“You feel divine as always, dear… Gods-” Loki would never tire of the feeling of Cas’s body wrapped nicely around his cock. It was as if they were two puzzle pieces, locking and fitting in perfectly into place, as if the two were made for each other. And they were.

Cas expected Loki to start thrusting, but it never came. He looked at his lover with confusion, before groaning. “You want more, darling?”

Cas groaned. Fine, I’ll play his little game.

“I like my hands-” Thrust. “Mm! And I… I like that they give me the ability to draw-” Thrust. “And- Fuck- I like how I can hold your hands, and carress your face, and- oh god-”

“Say it.”

“I like how they make me feel when I touch–fuck! – when I touch myself-” Loki sped up his pace, thrusting without mercy.

“Gods, you’re gorgeous… Mm- Say it.”

“I’m- fuck- I’m gorgeous-”

“Absolutely stunning.”

“St- fuck, Loki- stunning…”

“The most beautiful being in all the Nine Realms…”

“The most- Mm~ Loki, I can’t-”

“You want to come, yes?”

“Oh, god, yes, I do. Please, Loki-”

“Then you better start seeing yourself the way I do.”

Cas’s face was contorting in pleasure, eyes closed as he thought of nice things to say about himself. “My- fuck~!” He couldn’t think straight. Not with the love of his life thrusting into him like there was no tomorrow. And he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge he desired.

The sensation of Cas clenching around him made the god dizzy. He was getting close too. But he couldn’t–not before Cas did. This was about Cas, not him.

Using one hand to steady himself as he thrusted, Loki took the other and started to tease Cas’s nub once more, hoping to send him over the edge.

“One more, dear…” Loki said through panted breaths. “Then maybe, I’ll give you the release you crave.”

“Mm- mm~” Cas could not think straight for the life of him. “I love… mm~ I- I love… I love you.”

Loki smiled, “I know you do, my dear.”

“PleaseI’mrighttherepleasepleaseplease-” Tears welled in Cas’s eyes.

Loki chuckled, “I’m waiting…”

“I love that I exist… at the right time to know you…”

With that, Loki sped up his finger and his thrusting, sending Cas to chase that high he craved so badly.

“ThankyouthankyouIloveyouthankyou-”

The rubber band in his core snapped, leaving Cas floating in his pleasurable high. Loki slowed his pace, trying not to overstimulate his lover too much.

Loki caught his breath, letting his black hair hang down to frame his face as he panted. He wiped the sweat off his brow before cupping Cas’s flushed cheek, waiting patiently for Cas to return to him.

When Cas’s eyes fluttered open, Loki was there, smiling and gorgeous as ever. 

“Hi…” he whispered. Cas felt Loki’s cool hand on his skin, and he leaned in, enjoying the contrast.

“Hello, my dear.”

Cas was still panting, trying to regain himself after the high of his life.

“I… I needed that more than I want to admit.”

Loki smiled, “I know you did, dear. I’m glad I could help.”

“God, you’re too good at the whole praise thing.”

“Well, they don’t call me silver-tongued for nothing, darling.”

Cas smiled. “Thank you.”

Loki leaned down to kiss Cas, tasting the mix of both their sweat combining. “I just want you to see yourself the way I do…” Loki whispered, pressing his forehead to Cas’s.

“It’ll take time.”

“As all things do.”

“But I will admit, I wouldn’t mind doing this more often…” Cas giggled, placing his weak-feeling hand on Loki’s face.

“I wouldn’t mind either, my love.”

“I love you, Loki.”

There was a beat of silence. Suddenly, she felt incredibly unwelcome, dread sinking into her bones. She should leave. Preferably before they fully realise what had happened. What small amount of air left in her lungs escaped as she spun on her heels, bolting for the door.

Jane practically body slammed into it coming to a halt. A hand fumbled to grab the handle (forgetting American handles were different from British ones), their steps loud as they rapidly approached. The handle finally turned and she yanked it open, taking a step around to—

It slammed back shut with a violence that had it screaming against the frame. A hand was splayed across the wood, keeping it closed in spite of any further attempts to leave. Fingers unlatched from the handle, pain shooting up her arm from the sudden jolt. Jane turned around slowly to look at them, eyes widening at how close they were.

They were always taller, loved to impose. But this was different; there was no playfulness, shit eating grins, or nonchalance. This was the first time she had ever seen a lack of shine to their eyes. It was the first time she had seen them use their size and physiques for something genuinely serious. She was being threatened.

Jane swallowed thickly.

“I won't tell anyone.”

“You're fucking right you won't.” Hunter growled lowly, fists clenched at his sides. Her back moved a little closer to the door.

“What did you see?” Shawn asked almost immediately after, fingers on the door, perched above her head, tapping angrily.

“It's none of my business.” Jane attempted, head shaking as she glanced between them. God, they were hot. “Absolutely none of my business.”

“What did you see?” Shawn repeated firmly, as if speaking through clenched teeth.

Hunter huffed through his nostrils as she fell silent. They waited, watching as she attempted to get the ground to swallow her up. When that didn't work, she cleared her throat.

“You two.” Jane made an exaggerated point of looking between them. “Do you want details, or..?”

The men reacted at the same time. Shawn looked off to the side with a heaved sigh, head shaking. Hunter grunted, gaze flickering to Shawn before fixating back onto the woman. She looked so damn small, and he had no doubts that they'd be able to snap her in half like a toothpick if need be.

“What you saw is—” Hunter began, but was cut off by Jane nodding quickly.

“—none of my business. Not a fucking ounce of my business. Okay? I didn't think anyone would be in here, and I didn't think you would be kis— I'll keep my fucking mouth shut guys, I swear.”

Jane was rambling. It was uncharacteristic. She was usually so confident, always had an answer for everything, was in control of every situation. But here? Perhaps it was the two men or maybe what she had seen that made her stumble over herself. In any case, she was rattled.

The men looked at each other, but Jane didn't feel any less pinned. They were having an entire conversation, and it was then that she realised how deep this went. They had clearly been at this for a while. Maybe they were even a couple. They certainly looked at each other like they were.

But how? What about the womanising? The flirting? Fucking Christ. It was all an elaborate cover up, wasn't it? The realisation crumbled Jane's world, shifted her perspective about the job. About them. How fucking stupid was she not to notice?

“It doesn't bother me, if that's what you're worried about. It's not affecting me, so I don't give a shit. I've walked in on people doing that before. No biggie.”

Shut the fuck up. Stop talking.

It felt like hours before the men looked back down at her. Clearly, they had reached some kind of agreement of what to do with her. And as a recipient of many a bad luck, she expected the absolute worst. To be beaten to a pulp and left to rot.

“You don't tell anyone.” Shawn spoke first, fingers ceasing their tapping. “If this gets out, we know where you are. We can find out where you live. And that's a promise.”

“And Jane?” Hunter leaned down a little, as if to completely smother her. “Don't treat us differently. Don't say anything snarky, or funny, or whatever the hell it is that you do. Got it?”

Jane nodded before her brain fully understood. “Yeah, I've got it. Like I never saw anything.” A pause. “Can I go now?”

She watched as Hunter straightened back up, and as Shawn removed his hand from the door. They continued glaring for a few moments longer before stepping away just enough so that she could crack open the door and squeeze herself out into the hallway, barely able to do so given how tight the exit was.

The next few months were strange.

For a few weeks after, there was obvious tension between the trio. Jane had withdrawn, considering her words far more carefully. Hunter and Shawn's digging and snide remarks got meaner, and noticeably so. People began to comment on DX, speculating a fight or a breakup of the group.

And while they did verbally fight as they often did, and while they got worse in their insults, they never kicked Jane out. She waited for it. Each time she'd catch them staring at her from across catering, or watch her talk with someone, or even just meet up before the cameras started rolling, she waited for the talk.

It was all played off as a joke. As a bit. But they knew the reality and it was uncomfortable.

But then, after they realised that she really wasn't going to tell anyone, something strange happened. They got kinder. They were still assholes, yes, but they stopped making her the butt of jokes as often as they did. They started including her more in matches and in promos. Hell, they even started inviting her out after shows.

At first, she accepted with caution and with a feeling that she had to. But once she realised that they were being genuine, she accepted because she wanted to. They weren't as awful as they initially seemed, and Jane actually started enjoying their hangouts.

They shared the same kind of humour, enjoyed the same drinks, and seemed to have an endless amount of stories to tell. The awkwardness left, but in its place instead was a heated confusion.

What she saw was in the back of her mind. Selfishly, and ashamedly, she thought about it. Thought about them. On some nights in her hotel room, all alone and bored or needy, her mind drifted. Which, hey, was great for her. But then she'd be left with the embarrassed realisation that she was getting off to two gay guys… who were her friends.

Oh, how she chastised herself. She got another drink of burning liquor or she took whatever was left in her bag. Regardless of her methods and deep feelings of shame, the thoughts came back. They always came back.

It didn't help that they kept flirting. With her, with other women. The charm was confusing, sending mixed signals that Jane dismissed as simply their cover. She neglected to consider the times when they hung out in a hotel room with no need to keep up appearances. They'd sit close to each other then, maybe place a hand to the thigh or an arm around the shoulders.

They always kept up the flirting with her in those moments. Jane assumed it was habit. Right? Made sense. You keep something up for long enough, and you do it without thinking. The alternative hadn't even dared to cross her mind.

And that brings them to now; sat in the bar of the hotel in the evening, empty glasses piling up, and a filling ashtray thanks to Shawn and Jane. The topic of conversation shifted a lot and often, as if they were unable to agree on what to talk about. That was until Shawn suggested a game of smash or pass.

At the start, it had been completely normal. They had laughed, made fun of each other, and shit on the men they didn't like. That was until Hunter said a name that caused a reaction.

Eddie. Eddie Guerrero. Jane's lips parted into a toothy grin before he even finished the name. She bit her lip for a moment, quick to nod and the first to answer.

“Smash.” Jane said cheekily, as if she knew a secret. When they both set her with looks of confusion, she shrugged nonchalantly. “It was good the first time.”

“When did you fuck Eddie?” Hunter asked immediately, eyes squinting. Shawn didn't need to speak for Jane to hear him call bullshit.

“A few months back, maybe?” Jane's gaze briefly glazed over as she tried to think of an exact date. When she couldn't, she continued instead: “He was coming on to me for a while, so I decided fuck it. We went to his hotel room, had sex, went our separate ways.”

The men fell silent, as if judging her answer for honesty. They shared a look after a few moments, something she only realised they did often after catching them in the act, before Shawn leaned forwards.

“What's he like?”

“What?” She blinked.

“Details, babe! Details! What's he like? What did you do?” Shawn asked, arching his brows. From beside him, Hunter watched with an expectant smirk. “You never talk about your sex life before? What're you into?”

It was her turn to stare this time. But only for a moment. Just long enough that she could formulate what to say and not blush. Because she did not blush.

“He knows what he's doing. Good with his hands, you know. A bit of hair pulling, a hint of choking… keeping me still so that he got what he wanted.” The vivid memory was enough to have Jane's smirk growing lopsided. “He, uh. Made me beg, and then made me tell him how good he was. He was sweet enough, a bit of an asshole… I'm not angry.”

“Uh-huh.” Shawn nodded.

“You? Beg?” Hunter hummed. “Dunno if that sounds like you. I mean, that implies you're a bottom. Er, submissive...” A pause, brief. But long enough for her silence to betray her. “You are?”

“I don't just submit.” She snapped defensively. That earned a chuckle from Shawn. “Where's the fun in that? I need someone who can make me and put me in my place. Eddie was good at it.”

“You're a brat.” Shawn hummed in mock thought. His eyes raked what of her body they could see. She subconsciously squirmed beneath their gaze. “I could tame you. What do you think, Hunter?”

“Oh, definitely. I think you'd be fun to play with.” Hunter agreed casually, voice low as if she had any doubt it was directed to her.

Her thoughts went into hyperdrive. The idea of it was delicious, scratched all the right itches and sent a wave of heat down south. She blamed the alcohol for the feeling and chose to ignore it. She chuckled instead, averted her gaze briefly.

“Please. You couldn't handle me.” She taunted, playful. And yet, beneath it, there was some ounce of challenge. Of truth.

“We could.” Hunter dismissed, his use of ‘we’ not going ignored.

“You're the kind of girl that stops talking back when there's a hand at your throat and a hand in your pants.” Shawn spoke with ease and confidence, a nonchalance that drove Jane crazy. He spoke as if he had firsthand experience.

“What? That's not—” She scoffed, but that only made the men grow bolder.

“I bet you like being spoken down to, right? Being reminded of your place? You know, the whole dog thing makes sense now.” Hunter waved a hand as he spoke, careless, as if not talking about the woman sat directly opposite.

“That's not— you can't— fuck you guys. At least I don't have to hide who I'm fucking, and at least I have options.” Jane picked up her drink and took a large swig, watching the men agree with her. Or at least acknowledge that she was right.

“I'm sure you do have options.” Shawn spoke, obviously goading her for a reaction. “And you didn't say no.”

“If I'm a whore for keeping my options open, then so be it. And to celebrate this revelation, I'll go find some guy to fuck. Or guys. Just to really hammer home the point.”

To emphasize her sarcasm and hammer in her point, Jane raised her glass in a toast. With wolfish grins and knowing nods, Shawn and Hunter raised theirs. They looked smug, beyond pleased with what she had said.

They all took a sip in unison.

“I think we're gonna have a great night.” Hunter mused, gaze remaining on the woman with a sparkle that was close to fondness. “I really do.”

“Me too, man. Betting still stands.” Shawn agreed, gaze darting down to her chest.

Jane watched with a confused furrow of her brow, neck heating up beneath their attention. By now, she knew better than to pry into whatever their plan was. They either wouldn't tell her, or it'd be worded in a way to try and embarrass her for asking. It was a couples thing.

They clearly had thought their night out, no doubt including tongues down throats. Jane actually felt a bit sad to be left out and be left alone later. Selfishly, she wouldn't mind being allowed to watch.

“Okay, okay. Knock it off. You're making this easy. I was expecting to actually have to think about it.” Jane shifted to get comfortable, attempting to get the arousal out of her bones. “Weak fuckin’ game.”

“Oh, is that right?” Hunter asked mockingly, watching as Jane took a swig of her beer and nodded. “Alright, then. Lita.”

“You can't say Lita, dude.” Jane said flatly, as if he just ruined the game.

“Why not?”

“Because she's a woman.” She spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

But judging by their expressions, it wasn't. Because they were looking at her like she said the sky was green. They looked amused, first and foremost. Like they expected her to say it. But there was definitely some confusion in the way Hunter's head tilted.

“Why does that matter? You never found another woman hot before?” He asked, clearly prodding and drawing out whatever game they were playing with her.

“That's not the problem with this picture, Trips. Whether I've done anything with a girl is irrelevant.” Jane sat back with attitude, as if she had just dropped a bomb to end the topic.

“And what is the problem, might I ask?” Shawn chimed in, his voice thick with a mocking lilt.

“You're gay.” The smirk that met her lips was wide. That was the final blow, the final nail in the coffin.

Or it would have been, if Hunter and Shawn didn't start laughing.

“What?” Hunter shared a look with Shawn, looking incredulous. “You think we're—?”

“...you're not?”

“I can do both!” Hunter tapped Shawn aggressively on the arm repeatedly in an exaggerated display, sniggering again at Jane's confused expression. “Shawn, tell her I can do both!”

“We can do both!” Shawn confirmed, immediately joining in on the false upset.

Their Cheshire grins went straight to Jane's head. She was embarrassed. Not only had she assumed, but she had told them her assumption and it was wrong. And they were laughing. The taste of anger hit her tongue and she scoffed.

“Don't worry, babe. We won't tell anyone.” Shawn slammed his hand down onto the table gently, erupting into a new set of laughter.

“Fuck you guys!” Jane growled.

“Now you know it's an option, right?” Shawn wiggled his eyebrows.

“Suck my dick, Shawn. Fucking Christ.” She felt like she did a few months ago, trapped in that locker room and suffocated by their anger. If the ground would open up and swallow her whole, then she'd be happy. “Are we playing this stupid game or can I go to bed?”

“Okay! Okay.” Hunter said quickly, eager to keep her around.

Shawn cleared the laughter from his throat with an exaggerated hack. Then, he eyed Jane. His look was focused, thoughtful. She felt like he was trying to make her bare and vulnerable for the next name.

And true to form, he offered: “I said Lita. Smash or pass? I'm saying pass.”

“Me too.” Hunter agreed. “She's too wrapped up in the Hardys.”

“I'll pass.” Jane said after a moment of hesitation. “I prefer dick anyway, but if I had to fuck a girl and it was Lita? Pass. She's a cunt.”

“You seem like you'd enjoy a hate fuck.” Shawn mused, smirking when her brows twitched.

“Not with her. She wouldn't be able to handle me. And she's fucking pathetic.” Jane rolled her eyes at the idea, scowling while the men across the table chuckled. “What about Sable?”

“Are you kiddin’? What kinda guy would say pass?” Hunter sounded almost offended at the insinuation that he'd say anything other than: “Smash.”

“Sign me up.” Shawn beamed at the idea. “I think I've got a very good chance, y'know. Nobody can resist The Heartbreak Kid.”

Jane sniggered, waving a hand dismissively as he scowled at her. “Out of every girl on the roster?” A pause. This was the first time that she had given some thought about a name. “Why not?”

“Okay, okay. Getting harder.” Shawn said, acting as if he didn't have the next name already locked up and ready to go.

He considered Jane before he spoke again. Really considered her. The slight flush to her cheeks from the alcohol, the sparkle in her eye as she waited - hell, even the way she was just sitting there had the gears in his head working in overdrive. He has to wonder if the lights were paid actors or if she actually did just look like that.

“Hunter.” He said finally, relishing a little too much in the way she recoiled.

“What?”

“Trips? Triple H? Hunter Hearst Helmsley? The Game?” Shawn placed a hand to the man in question's shoulder. “This guy on my right?”

Jane's eyes shot up to meet Hunter’s, an embarrassed flush trying its hardest to creep through. She swallowed it down with as much nonchalance as she could muster, but even a blind man could see that the question had caught her off guard.

Averting her gaze to Shawn, and then down to her glass, she opted to take a long sip. As she did so, she really looked at Hunter; her gaze fell over his sharp features, the broad expanse of his chest, the heft of his hands. Then, they found the intensity of his eyes.

Their unfaltering gaze made her feel pinned.

“Hot.” She spoke into the glass before pulling it away. It was actually impressive how her bravado of calm remained this intact. Selfishly, and perhaps with a foolish confidence, she allowed her eyes to rake in what of Hunter she could see through his tight shirt. “I'd— yeah. Smash.”

Hunter’s chest puffed out a little at that, noticeably so. He flashed teeth as he watched Shawn's gaze drop to her chest again.

“Me too. Isn't that neat, huh?” Shawn smirked now. Not a grin, not a smile. A smirk. One that told Jane there was more going on than just a game. Then he added, when Jane's expression gave way to concern: “That's not a bad thing either, sweetheart.”

“Coming from her, that's a biiiiig ol’ compliment.” Hunter hummed, his voice low and thick with the unmistakable sound of wanting. And when he winked at her, Jane felt her stomach flip and cheeks heat up.

What the fuck was happening?

Jane wasn't stupid. She understood the game now. The moment that Shawn had begun to sarcastically reel off nicknames, she knew. And yet fear held her back from becoming bold. Where usually she'd be smooth, suave, and a seductress, here and now she fell flat. They were close friends, assholes, and she couldn't help but think that this was one elaborate setup.

“Well, my turn isn't it? I'll say Shawn. Hot.” Hunter grinned as he nudged Shawn with an elbow, prompting the other to huff a laugh.

Once again, she was cautious in the way she answered. Her eyes roamed the expanse of his pretty face, down to the popped open collar of his shirt where scraggles of chest hair poked out, and then back up to his blue eyes. His smirk had butterflies swarming to get out of her throat, smug in a way that was her weakness.

“Yeah. Uh. He's hot. I'd— yeah. Smash.” She chased the words down with a much needed drink, hoping it would buy her a moment to breathe.

Of course it didn't, though. Because Shawn positively beamed with ego, sat pole straight with pride. “You hear that, Hunter? She thinks I'm hot and she'd smash me. I think that's an invitation.”

“An inv—” Jane tried, but was cut off by Hunter’s much louder voice.

“—she's struggling now, Shawn. Think we made it hard enough?” As Hunter spoke, he watched her. Not Shawn. Her.

“One more.” Shawn promised, holding a finger up as proof. Jane's chest tightened at the thought of what was coming. He turned to Hunter. “Jane. What do you think?”

Silently, Hunter looked at her. And as he did, Shawn shifted his attention to do the same. Jane was filled with dread almost immediately. The way their eyes roamed freely made her feel exposed, vulnerable in a way that only ever meant bad things. When Hunter leaned slightly out of the booth to catch a glimpse of the swells of her ass on the seat, she inhaled slowly.

This was going to be humiliating. They were going to spin it all as a joke. Haha. Jokes on Jane. Again.

“I'd do more than smash.” Hunter said after what felt like an eternity. “A lot more. I can think of plenty of fun things to do.”

“I was thinking the exact same thing.” Shawn mused, resting an elbow of Hunter’s shoulder and leaning into him. “She's got a pretty face, doesn't she?”

Jane released a breath that she didn't know she was holding. Intense relief gave way to surprise and a reddening of her cheeks. And then surprise gave way into a smug confidence that would make Shawn blush. Except he didn't, because he and Hunter were talking quietly.

They stayed like that for a while. Long enough for her to pick up her drink and finish it off. She looked away, wondering if it was a fight or something else not meant for her.

“Are we doing this?” Hunter asked suddenly, loud enough for Jane to hear. When she looked over at the pair, she was met with arched brows. When she looked on confused, he clarified: “Spending the night with us.”

“We'll look after you.” Shawn promised, eager enough to have Hunter doing a small double take. “No pressure, just a bit of fun.”

Jane's brain short circuited for a moment there. She blinked at them, an agreement sitting on her tongue and body begging her to say yes. But then some small, rational (maybe irrational) voice told her to think first. It could still be a joke.

“Is this a joke? Because if this is the part where I agree and you fuckers laugh at me, I'd rather you just laugh at me now.” She said. And while she meant for it to sound defensive, it came out as quite sad.

“Jesus, you think we'd do that to you?” Shawn blinked. “No, this isn't— are you okay?”

“And if this is some… finding a unicorn thing for your relationship, I'd rather not. I've been that guy before, and I don't want to be that guy again.” She was speaking quickly, laying out the options so that they could pick one and she could go to bed and have a cold shower.

She tapped the table as she spoke, gaze darting between theirs like a cornered animal. There was a collective look of amusement and… pity in their eyes. Her hand moved to tap again, but was stilled by the sudden weight of Hunter’s own atop hers.

“We're offering because we want you.” He said lowly. “Not to get a notch in our bed post.”

There was a tense silence as all three of them shared a look. Jane nodded then, and Hunter withdrew his hand from hers in favour of finishing his drink and tidying up the table. Chatter resumed like normal as they finished drinks, paid the tab, and stacked their glasses, as if they weren't getting ready to do something possibly stupid. 

The elevator ride and walk up to their hotel room was casual. They laughed about some guy they saw trip in the lobby, even doing their own impersonations to gain a few extra laughs. For a moment, Jane forgot about what they were doing and just enjoyed hanging out. 

That all changed the second the hotel room door closed. Her back was against the wall before she could so much as kick her shoes off, a looming figure driving her back with hands cupping her face and lips on hers. It was abrupt, earning a hum of surprise from deep in her chest.

It was Shawn at the helm, needy and clearly worked up. Jane's eyes shot to the background presence of Hunter as he casually walked over to the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt. 

“Don't look at me, I'm not the one kissing you.”

That caused Shawn to chuckle against her lips, and he pulled back just enough to be able to gaze down at her. His thumbs stroked her cheeks softly. “You need to kiss me back, sweetheart. It's why we're here.”

He waited to go back in for a kiss, instead silently nodding at her first until she mirrored him and nodded back. This time when his lips met hers, she kissed back. And, God. She was a good kisser. Better than he thought she would be. 

His hands left her cheeks, instead finding purchase on the curve of her hips. His fingers dug gently into the fabric of her jeans, testing the waters — and judging from the way she sighed into his mouth, he was on to something. When her hands fisted in his hair, he knew he struck gold.

A second pair of lips on her neck had Jane humming in approval. An attempt was made to tilt her head to give Hunter more access, but Shawn refused to make it easy. They split apart a few seconds later, and Shawn's fingers played with the hem of her shirt. 

He watched as Hunter trailed kisses up the soft flesh of her neck, along the contour of her jaw and finally meeting her lips. Where Shawn was wild, Hunter was calculated. He stole the breath from her lungs, commanded her unbridled attention. 

A hand left Shawn to instead card through Hunter’s luscious locks. She played with the hair at the base of his skull, tugged gently. He was intoxicating, and Jane realised just why they boasted such womanising capabilities. When he pulled away, she scowled.

“Really?” It came out breathlessly, arms automatically raising as Shawn began to peel her shirt off her body. 

“I was wondering how long it'd be.” Hunter mused as Shawn carelessly tossed her shirt aside. 

With one hand, he reached around her. Shawn's lips found the opposite side of her neck at the same time, both hands now starting to fiddle with her belt. Jane's back arched to give Hunter better reach as he unclasped her bra, and he tossed it aside with a shit eating smirk. 

“Good girl.” He praised, taking a moment to study her tits.

The grip in Shawn's hair grew tight at those words, a tug being given as she swallowed down a shaky exhale.

“She liked that.” Shawn revealed, teeth grazing the spot that her shoulder met her neck. His breath came in waves of blinding heat, and goosebumps erupted across her skin. 

“Shut up.” She ordered softly. It had no real weight behind it. “Touch me. It's why we're here.”

Shawn chuckled then, not at all missing the mocking of his words. He didn't sweat it, though. Not when Hunter was chuckling as he was popping the buttons of her jeans. No, Hunter played along with her for only a moment before he grabbed a tight fistful of her hair. 

She hissed through her teeth and looked up at him. 

“That's not a nice way to talk to someone who's taking your pants off. Is it?” Hunter waited very briefly for a reply. When she said nothing, he tugged her hair and continued: “You get that one for free. But if you carry on, it's gonna be a real fun night for us.” Another pause, another tug of her hair. “Get it?”

“Oh, I get it.” She said through a grin and clenched teeth.

Satisfied, he eased his grip on her hair. His free hand found the swell of her breast without fanfare next, kneading and groping experimentally to see what made her tick. He leaned down to kiss her again, pinching her nipple and earning a soft gasp just as Shawn dipped his hand beneath the confines of her jeans and underwear. 

His fingers wasted no time in finding her entrance, ghosting back and forth as the heat of her coated his palm. He groaned at the sensations, soft and in the back of his throat as he gathered slick. “Shit, dude. She's so fuckin’ wet.”

Hunter simply smirked against her mouth in reply. He rolled her pebbles nipple between his fingers carefully, releasing her hair entirely to instead grab her wrist, direct her away from his hair, and place her hand on the straining bulge of his pants. 

The way she immediately ground her palm had him humming in approval. His hand came to steady himself on the wall beside her head, and he pulled back from their kiss to get some air just in time to hear her gasp. 

Shawn, without warning, slipped two fingers into her wet cunt. The sudden intrusion had her legs buckling, held up in that brief second by Hunter’s hand on her chest. He sunk in up to the second knuckle, sighing contently as she squeezed around him and her thighs clenched.

He set a steady rhythm right out of the gate, palm grinding down onto her clit with every other pass. Her breathing grew ragged as she attempted to focus on the outline of Hunter’s cock, of the way his hand slid over her chest, open palmed and slow, to her other breast. 

They took turns stealing kisses then. First Shawn, then Hunter, then Shawn again. It was a cycle that had her head spinning, beginning to struggle keeping up already. It was the first time of the night that she realised just how fucked she was. 

It was going to be a long one. 

When the breathless cursing started, Shawn knew he was doing good. His free hand had since placed itself on her hip, keeping her standing and steadying her when her legs began to tremble. 

“Come on.” He cooed sweetly into her ear. His hot breath fanned her neck abruptly, forcing a shiver across her body. “You've got a big mouth. I bet you sound so fuckin’ good.”

He ground his heel particularly sharply against her clit to emphasise his point, managing to force a whimper from her throat. The grip on his hair tightened, and this time it was his turn to make a noise and grin. 

Hunter couldn't help the way his cock twitched at the sound of his partner. He couldn't help the way he bucked into Jane's hand, nor the way he tugged on a nipple until she cursed at him beneath her breath. He couldn't remember the last time he was this worked up watching someone who wasn't Shawn — or watching Shawn work his magic on someone else. 

It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for the moans clogged in her throat to get free. What broke the dam was Shawn's teeth latching onto her neck, nibbling and sucking in such a way that her back arched immediately and she clamped dangerously around his fingers. All at once, her body began to tremble. She ground down onto his hand, desperation plain in the canting of her hips and the heavy breaths tickling Hunter’s chin. 

“Oh fuck.” Jane gasped, surprisingly even in tone. “I’m gonna— oh, keep going. That's so fucking good…”

“Already?” Hunter asked with his signature tone of mocking, that same one that drove her crazy. “You get one for free, you sure you want this to be it?”

“I just said.” She paused to clench around the fingers stretching her open. “Tell him, Shawn.”

“Workin’ on it.” He mused against her soft skin, lips trailing down to kiss the ‘x’ marking her shoulder. She shuddered beneath him at that, and he ground his palm against her. “Cum for me, baby. Wanna hear how pretty you are.”

Not needing to be told twice, Jane's eyes squeezed shut and she chased the high without care. She steadied herself against the wall, paused in palming Hunter, threw her head back and — a string of moans and gasps and whines filled the room as she came around Shawn's fingers. 

“‘atta girl!” Shawn praised, fingers digging into the dip of her waist as he watched her face contort. He helped her ride the orgasm out, continuing to pump into her “She's tight, Hunter. Milkin’ my fingers good.”

“She sounds fucking great.” Hunter said in something that bordered a moan. “Better than I imagined.”

“I told you she would.” Shawn grinned devilishly, placing one last kiss to the scar on her shoulder before straightening.

His fingers left her suddenly, and Jane panted a whine at the sudden emptiness. Through half lidded eyes, she saw him place one finger into his mouth and make a show of licking it clean. He grunted at the taste, nodding as he removed it from his tongue. 

“You need to try her, man.” Shawn spoke to Hunter, glancing his way before giving Jane a smirk. “Darlin’, you taste good. Now. Open up f’ daddy, would ya?” 

The title caught Jane off guard. Her brows furrowed and lips parted, as if she was about to say something. But all it did was invite Shawn's fingers into her mouth, his saliva mixing with her own saltiness and shutting her up. 

Her lips clamped down around him, teeth settling on the first knuckle. For a moment, they stared at one another silently. His look was obvious, said everything he didn't need to: I fucking dare you. 

But then she started sucking on the digits, head bobbing and enthusiastic. Her gaze remained trained on Shawn while her hand returned to palm Hunter, and the man hissed in surprise. 

“You're filthy.” Hunter laughed, breathy. That was directed at them both. “I knew you were a whore, just couldn't prove it.”

Jane hummed in reply, gaze flickering to Hunter. Then, perhaps because she didn't want to be put on the spot again, her hand drifted ever so slightly higher on his jeans to tug at his belt. Her hand left Shawn's hair, going instead to tug at his belt, too. 

The fingers left her mouth immediately. Both men watched her with predatory grins and dark eyes. She panted to catch her breath, suddenly feeling very, very small. 

“Well?” Hunter arched a brow, looking down at where her hand covered the gold buckle. 

With a glance at Shawn, who was too busy finishing off unbuttoning her jeans to notice, she diverted her full attention to Hunter. With both hands, she made quick work of getting the belt free from the buckle, acutely aware of the way he watched her like a hawk. 

By the time that Shawn had helped her step out of her last remaining clothing, Hunter’s jeans were hung low on his thighs. The tenting in his boxers had Jane's mouth practically watering. Her fingers dipped beneath the waistband, ready to pull down—

But then, it hit her. 

The situation. Uncertainty creeping in like a snake. Jane knew that she had just been fingered by Shawn while Hunter played with her, but that was different to what was about to happen. Her eyes flickered over to Shawn, who was removing his shirt and fixing the bed. Then, she looked up to Hunter. 

“Hey.” His voice was soft, a whisper. A hand found her jaw, fingers holding her oh so gently. “You're fine. You're not ruining anything. We want this.” A pause, and Jane swore she saw his neck flush. “We want you.”

Did Jane believe it? That they wanted her specifically? Not really. But her cheeks flushed a betraying red anyway as she slowly nodded, leaned into his touch, and then pulled his underwear down his thighs. 

The hand on her cheek shifted to the back of her head, curling in her lush locks and taking a fistful. He wasn't rough with it. Not yet. No, for now he simply used it as leverage to guide her down onto her knees. 

At that new angle, Hunter looked big. She always assumed he was, by the way he carried himself. But to see it? She committed it to memory, gave herself something new to fantasise about when she was all alone at night. 

Impatient, Hunter pushed her head towards his waiting cock. “C’mon. Suck it.”

That was, admittedly, intentional. Jane erupted into a giggle that caught Shawn's attention, and he, too, chuckled at Hunter as he worked on his own belt and slacks.

“‘s that funny?” Hunter asked rhetorically, eyes narrowing slightly. Then, in an I could care less tone, he added: “Okay.”

After having her moment, Jane leaned forwards, grabbed him gently at the base, and then placed a kiss to the tip. He exhaled heavily, evenly. The anticipation was getting to a point that it crossed with his lack of patience. His grip in her hair tightened - but it went ignored. 

“You never said when to start sucking it, right? You should clarify.” It was her turn to smirk now, flashing teeth as she dragged her tongue along him.

As if their brief chat had embedded her with confidence, she was going slow. Annoyingly slow. Placing kisses on the tip, along the shaft, then repeat. Her mouth opened occasionally, hot breath fanning his member but nothing more than that. 

It went on long enough for a second pair of legs to enter her view, bare and a second dick swaying in the breeze. And then a few seconds after that, the grip in her hair turned white-knuckled. Immediately her scalp ached, and she pushed back against him as he forced her forwards. Obviously, she was no match for his raw strength. Not that she wanted to be.

He slid into her warm, wet mouth with a grunt. Her hands found purchase on the meat of his thighs, eyes closing. He exhaled shakily as she relaxed against him. He went until her nose touched his stomach, until he was stuffed sufficiently down her throat.

Hunter waited there for a moment. His head tipped back, body erupting into a shudder. Her throat felt fucking fantastic. And if her throat felt this good, what did her pussy feel like? The thought had a small moan escaping him. 

When he looked back down, he made note of how gorgeous she looked with his cock stuffed down her throat. Tuned into the micro-gags and the soft tremble of her shoulders. Smirked at how hard she was concentrating.

“Eyes up.” He ordered. He waited for a moment, and when she didn't do as told, he yanked her further into him and barked: “Eyes up.”

The abrupt intrusion had her eyes shooting open, and in the split second before her body reacted, she welcomed in a holy sight; Shawn, fist around his cock and smirk wide, Hunter, grinning like he had just won the championship with his dick in her mouth — both towering above, as attractive as they day she had first seen them. 

It all felt surreal. Like a dream. How fucking lucky was she? 

Before she could delve too much into that thought, she gagged against him. It was loud, not at all dignified. Her eyes watered as her nails dug into the flesh of his thighs. Drool pooled on his balls, dripping onto her chest and between her tits. 

Jane attempted to pull away, but he kept her still. It was Shawn that ultimately nudged Hunter and gave him the sense needed to yank her off of him. 

She gasped in a breath, spluttered into her fist. She attempted to sit back, but Hunter made sure that she remained right where he wanted her. Tilting her head back to gaze up at them, Hunter huffed in amusement at the glazing in her eye and the tears staining her cheeks. And, most of all, the crooked smile on her lips. 

“Are you crying?” Hunter asked, mocking and mean. “Oh, baby, what's wrong? Huh? What do you expect when you keep runnin’ your mouth?”

When she looked at Shawn, he offered nothing in the way of help. Instead, whilst slowly stroking his cock, he said: “You're pretty when you cry.”

It travelled straight down. Jane's thighs rubbed together, desperate for any kind of friction. Her thighs, slick with her own arousal, offered none. She smoothed over Hunter’s thigh in apology, a hand sneaking off to reach for Shawn. 

Her hand engulfed his and he happily gave her access. She jerked him just as he did himself, and he sighed contently at the different feeling of her hand.

Wordlessly, her mouth opened and she took Hunter back into her mouth. He waited until she was in a satisfying rhythm to hum: “Good girl.”

A choked whimper had Hunter moaning softly, his hips bucking ever so slightly to meet her. Shawn was much more obvious about it, effectively fucking her hand. He moved to rest a hand atop her head, fingers tracing patterns she couldn't quite place. 

“You gotta try this.” Hunter told Shawn through a breathless moan. “She's so— you're doing so fuckin’ good. Throat made for me, huh? Fuck. You're daddy's new whore. Ngh. Wanna keep you like this.”

His free hand found the space between Shawn's neck and shoulder. He squeezed, both steadying himself and getting the other's attention. And when Shawn did indeed turn his head, the pull was instant. 

Their lips collided with such familiarity and passion that it looked like it hurt. Shawn's free hand moved next, taking hold of the same spot Hunter had on him. He pulled him closer, drowning in him, and moaned into his mouth. 

Jane's gaze averted immediately at the sound. She felt exactly like she had the day that she walked in on them unexpectedly. It felt strangely intimate, like something not meant for her. No, all she was doing was sucking dick and checking some names off a list. 

Abruptly, she was pulled off of Hunter. There was a soft pop as she sat back, a string of saliva connecting them. Her eyes brimmed with tears, jaw rolling to alleviate the ache. 

“Here, Shawn. Your turn.” Hunter offered her hair like a leash, to which Shawn happily accepted. 

“Been thinkin’ about this.” He said with clear impatience, allowing her a moment to readjust. Her hand moved from Hunter’s thigh to his cock, and from his cock to his thigh. 

Similarly, Jane had guessed Shawn was big. Hell, she had known. If not for the strip poker they had played in the ring, then the amount of times she'd seen him parading around in his underwear in their hotel room was a solid indication. Was that intentional?

It didn't really do it justice, though. He was big. Bigger than Hunter, maybe. She was a little too far down the rabbit hole to properly compare. 

The second he slipped into her wet, warm mouth, Shawn saw stars. He groaned, head tilting back as his eyes closed. He didn't force Jane anywhere, but gave an appreciative moan when his cock hit the back of her throat. 

“You're so fuckin’ good at this.” Shawn said without thinking. “Such a good slut f’ us, damn.”

Jane moved on her own, and Shawn allowed himself a moment to savour the sensation before his head straightened and he looked at Hunter. The two reconnected in a kiss, this time much more feverish. 

“Eyes up.” Hunter reminded after a few moments of nothing but the sounds of her sloppy blowjob and their smacking lips. “You can look. His cock’s down your throat and you're jerkin’ me off.”

Jane whimpered, whole body and catching her off guard. Nevertheless, and regardless of their chuckles, she looked up and steadied her gaze on them. To prove their point, they made a show of reconnecting lips. 

It went like that for a while; she'd suck Hunter off, they'd make out or watch and comment, then she'd move to Shawn, and they'd do it all again. The more aroused they became, the more unhinged their words and actions. They were a well oiled machine, and Jane wondered how long they had been doing this. 

They were sadistic bastards, but she didn't mind. No, she was the wettest she had been in her life, thoughts melting away each time a cock hit the back of her throat. She could've stayed there all night, be used, and then tossed aside and she'd still be happy. 

It continued until Jane was being held in place by two pairs of hands and skull fucked, tears flowing and gags like music to their ears. Hunter was crouched beside her, lips at her ear and beard burning a new sensation into already sensitive skin. 

“You're so fuckin’ beautiful. You look so good like this. You have it, come on. Don't quit now, you've been so good.” Hunter cooed, voice a husky whisper. He placed a wet kiss to the shell of her ear and she gagged out a cry. 

From above, Shawn was grunting with every thrust into her mouth. He was moaning through a breathless voice curses, praises, anything that came to mind as he broke her down. 

Payback, in a way. For the times she spoke back, insulted, and demeaned them. Both in front of a crowd and privately. Also payback for her catching them in the act — her fault for thinking she owned everything. 

She didn't own everything, because they owned her. 

The canting of his hips stuttered as his high came rapidly approaching. His whole body tensed as he forced himself to the hilt and came. He came loudly, all grunts and moans praise. He spilled down her throat, the pair keeping her there as he heaved air back into his lungs. 

“Swallow it, baby. C’mon. I know you can.” Shawn said breathlessly. “‘atta girl. Fuck me. Fuck.”

He composed himself enough to pull back, half-hard cock springing from her lips. Hunter steadied her as she all but collapsed backwards. 

Wordlessly, she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue to show off the proof. Not only had she swallowed all of his large load, but she even had the nerve to say, in some vague snarky way, “Thank you, Shawn.”

She fucking thanked him for it. 

Shawn laughed, nodding as he smoothed her messed hair and wiped a tear away with his thumb. He pressed a kiss to her forehead before mumbling, “Didn't we say daddy?”

Hunter tried to stand with Jane, guide her up. But he very quickly decided fuck it, and simply picked her up like she weighed nothing. He smirked at the red blooms of bruises on her knees, dropping her onto the mattress once they were close enough. 

“We did.”  Hunter nodded, nudging her legs and following as she shuffled up the bed. 

“No you didn't.” Jane dared to roll her eyes, any inhibitions now gone. She watched Shawn crawl onto the bed and stop at her head. “He's getting senile. Boy toy? Maybe if you're Vince’s age.”

Hunter let her talk as his large hands splayed across her inner thighs and pushed her legs apart. He let her talk as he found a comfortable spot between her thighs, leaking cock brushing her aching cunt. And once he was in position-

Slap! 

The sound seemed to echo in the room. It shocked Jane, but Shawn saw it coming. She stared up at him with wide eyes, mouth agape. The look in her eyes betrayed her, though. As did the way her body writhed.

“If you're going to act like a bitch, we'll treat you like a bitch. Is that what you want?” Hunter arched a brow before landing another hit. “Speak when you're spoken to. Is that what you want? Because bitches don't get daddy's cock, and they don't get to cum.”

Their eyes met and he watched as she went through the options in her head. Her gaze averted for a moment, head turning - but Shawn was quicker, hand moving and making her flinch. He grabbed a hold of her by the top of the throat/bottom of the jaw and forced her head back straight. 

As he did, they both heard the way she gasped and saw the way her head tilted back. Testing the waters, and perhaps being mean, Shawn slid his hand down until his large palm engulfed her throat. He didn't squeeze or grab, not yet. He was simply holding and relishing in her placcidity.

Both men watched her brain kick down a few gears, lips parted as she drew in breaths. Her thighs squeezed around Hunter’s thighs, her hips bucking for something. One of her hands found Shawn's wrist, but she didn't pull him away. No, she pushed him closer. 

Hunter watched, enthralled by what they were doing. As if that was the main course, and he was simply watching a porno that he had rented for the weekend. Honestly, he could've been. 

Watching his boyfriend and the most gorgeous woman he'd had the pleasure of having in his bed, struck something in him. It felt like everything he had been owed in life, like he had been given everything he had worked for. 

“You're so beautiful.” Shawn praised, voice soft as he leaned down and kissed her. “Prettiest slut we've shared.”

She nodded in agreement, cheeks flushed, and Shawn chuckled. And that seemed to knock Hunter out of whatever stupor he was in. He cleared his throat to get their attention, gesturing down to her when Shawn looked over. 

In response, Shawn let her go and grinned apologetically.

“Do you wanna be treated like a bitch or not?” Hunter asked again. When she didn't speak, he began to move away and stopped when her panicked voice spilled out.

“—no! No, I don't want to be treated like a,” She paused, as if the word would sting. In reality, it was falling in line that hurt. “Like a bitch. I'll be good, okay? Don't go.”

Hunter settled back down, glancing up to Shawn with a smile. He lined himself up with her entrance, rocking his hips to drag his cock through her soaking folds. Shawn grabbed a fistful of hair and lifted her head so that she had to look at Hunter.

”I think you do want to be treated like that. What was it you said earlier? You want someone who can put you in your place? Make you submit?” Hunter paused, ensuring he was lined up square. “Honey, you've got two of us right here. It's cute you think you have a choice.”

They gasped in unison as his cock breached her cunt. Her back arched, and Shawn supported her head with a knowing smirk as she stuttered in a breath. She reached up to grab hold of Shawn's arms, nails digging in at the length filling her up. Thankfully, Hunter was going slow. Slow enough for her to start adjusting by the time he bottomed out. 

Hunter’s rough hands smoothed over the expanse of her stomach, nestling beneath her ribcage and making note of the scars beneath his fingertips. He grunted as she fluttered around him, mouth falling open as his hair fell to frame his face. He was tense, exhaled slowly. 

“Shit. She's fuckin’— she's so tight, Shawn. You wouldn't believe.” Hunter swallowed thickly. Brushed his hair back and composed himself. “How's that feel, baby?”

“You're so— you're so big.” Jane stuttered breathlessly. She was struggling for words. “Feel so full, oh my fuck.”

“You're taking him so well.” Shawn praised, unable to stop himself from leaning down and placing a kiss on her head. “You look so fuckin’ hot stuffed like this. Much better than my imagination.”

“You ima—?” Jane tried, but Hunter moved and she couldn't finish.

The moan she let out was pornographic. Like it didn't belong to her. But clearly, being used earlier without any relief on her end had frustrated her enough that this was heavenly. Her hands left Shawn to instead grab the sheets, and Hunter’s moved to grip her hips. 

The pace he set wasn't fast, wasn't slow. But it still felt like both too much and not enough regardless. Any attempts at being quiet went out the window as his hips snapped against hers. Jane whimpered a cry and Hunter grunted loudly. 

“God, you sound...” Shawn drooled, unable to finish his thought. A hand found her throat to squeeze gently. He was content to watch, to recover fully before diving back in. “Keep those noises comin’, sweetheart. Both o’ ya.”

“Harder! H-Harder!” Jane managed, offering more of her throat to Shawn and grabbing Hunter’s hand. 

“That didn't-” grunt. “-sound like begging, did it?” Hunter asked rhetorically, balls deep, but Shawn still responded with a humorous no. “You like to beg, don'tcha?”

“Please!” 

“You had so much to say earlier.” Shawn hummed, petting her hair. “Where's she? Huh?”

“You can't be cockdrunk already, surely. Tisk. How pathetic.” Hunter snapped his hips harshly. Jane mewled helplessly beneath him, walls strangling him. “I bet you've thought about this. Say it.”

“I've—! I've thought about this! Both of you, fuck. In me. Let-letting me watch.” Jane panted as she was rewarded with another harsh thrust. “Thought you— thought you wouldn't want me. Made it better.”

“Didn't— come on.” Shawn laughed. Actually laughed. Not sexy, not contained. As if she had just said the funniest joke he had ever heard. It made her groan. “We've thought about you like this. Before you walked in on us, but especially after.”

Jane whimpered pathetically, body beginning to tremble beneath their combined attention. Her eyes stung, and she sobbed in frustration. “Please. Please, I need— I need— fuck. Please! More. I need this. Thought about it. Shawn, please. Please. Please, please, please.”

She didn't know why she was begging Shawn, but he didn't mind. His cock twitched at the way her name dripped from her mouth like water to a starved man. He reached out, took one of her hands, and wrapped it around his cock. 

He was still sensitive, and it was electrifying. He hissed, fucking into her hand. “You're a pretty crier.”

“Good girl. Good girl.” Hunter praised, once with a growl and once with a moan, talking over Shawn. “Most beautiful girl we've had. I promise you.”

As if to back himself up, his pace quickened. Harder, as she requested. More, as she begged. He was content to fuck her imprint into the mattress, have her unable to form words. 

Each jolt of Hunter’s thrusts had her grip on Shawn tightening. It was a rhythm, one that had him grunting and moaning and rutting into her palm. He placed his hand over hers, locking it in place even if she went limp. 

For a small while, there was no talking. Just the sound of skin on skin, of moans and groans and grunts and curses. The bed squeaking beneath them. The pathetic, needy noises emanating from the woman who was overstimulated. 

Hunter’s thumb suddenly found her clit, drawing fast circles that made her sob out a moan. She was trembling, mind blank beyond thoughts of who's cock was where. 

“I'm so—!” Jane gasped, and it was a wonder she was able to even get those words out. 

“—not yet!” Hunter denied. “We're gonna. Fuck. Cum together. Shit. In or out?”

“Please! Please.” Jane attempted, earning a breathless chuckle from Shawn. 

“In or out?” Hunter repeated forcefully, nails digging into the soft flesh of her hips. 

“In! Fill me up, please!” Jane panted like a bitch in heat, squirming in a poor attempt to get away from him and stave off her orgasm. 

“Good girl. Ngh. Using manners.” Hunter looked to Shawn through sweaty strands of hair. “You okay?”

“Fuck yes.” Shawn nodded, gritting his teeth. “She's all yours.”

“C’mon, baby. You've done so well. Just a bit longer.” Hunter gave Jane a reassuring squeeze. In response, she sobbed at the apparent unfairness. 

They continued for a minute or so more, or until Hunter’s rhythm grew erratic. He struggled to draw in a breath, desperate to cum but enjoying how she felt too much to waste it.

“Cum for us, baby. Milk daddy's cock. Come o— fuck, yes. ‘atta girl. Fuck.”

Her orgasm was explosive. Her body stiffened in a delicious arch, lips parted as a broken string of moans filled the room. She fluttered around Hunter, strong and tight and wet and warm. He leaned down and sunk his teeth into her neck, cumming inside of her with a myriad of grunts. 

Shawn, upon hearing and seeing the pair come undone, stopped bucking his hips. He has the stamina to go on, and wanted his turn anyway. 

The room was deafened by their collective panting and ragged breaths. Shawn ran his fingers through Hunter’s hair, a gentle gesture of comfort. He cleared it from his face, and that seemed to reanimate the man. 

Hunter unlatched from her neck and propped himself up on sweaty forearms. He gazed down at Jane, taking the moment to commit her body to memory. He reached up, swept sweaty strands of hair from her face with care - like Shawn had done for him. 

“Are you alive?” Shawn asked Jane once Hunter shifted. His hand met her hair then, carding through it like she was made of something delicate.

“Yes.” She nodded, breathless, on cloud nine. When Hunter pulled out, she whimpered at the loss. Shawn smiled at her assuringly. “That was… that was fucking great.”

Shawn chuckled and leaned down, capturing her in a kiss. It grew heated quickly, hints of tongue and eliciting a groan from them both. Hunter watched and shuddered at the sight. 

“I'll get a towel.” He announced, shuffling off of the bed. 

Shawn pulled away at that, sighing. “It's not in— C’mon, man. Sorry.”

He excused himself and followed Hunter towards the other end of the large hotel room. Jane stared up at the ceiling for a long moment, allowing the fatigue to lift on her limbs. She smiled to herself, catching her breath just as Hunter returned with a damp towel. 

“You did great.” He praised as he cleaned her up. “I could get addicted.”

Jane laughed. It was light, airy, not at all how it usually sounded. It was nice. And not just because her brain was still mush and they took it as a job well done.

She zoned out as he continued, and a little bit after he slipped away. She waited. Then remembered who they were and what the situation was. It wasn't her first one night stand, nor her first experience with casual hookups. She knew the next part well. 

Jane sat up, shaking like a fawn learning to walk. She shuffled to the edge of the bed and got one foot on the floor before Shawn caught her attention. 

“What’re you doing?” He sounded genuinely confused. 

She looked over at them, the pair stood by the bar and pouring some drinks. 

“Leaving.” Jane gestures to the door with her head. 

“Why?”

“Because that's… you don't want me to?”

“Jesus, Jane. We just fucked your brains out. Even if Shawn didn't want a turn you could stay. We owe you that much.” Hunter looked to his partner. “Can you believe she thinks we'd do that to her?”

“I know. It's like she thinks we're just in it for the sex.” Shawn shook his head and took a swig of his drink. 

“You're not?” Jane glanced between them.

Shawn took the glass Hunter offered his way and walked over to her, offering it out with a million dollar smile. “Ah, ah, ah. Have a drink. It won't be fun if you pass out.”

Jane accepted the drink cautiously, taking a long sip and looking between them. Shawn smirked with a small tilt of his head, and Hunter raised his glass from across the room with a nod. 

all the feelings of possessiveness over her flooding to the surface again, and bennie could only find herself reciprocating the kiss eagerly… 

kai guides her backwards, both hands resting on her shoulders and pushing her down into the pillows at the top of her bed.

“w-whoa–!” bennie yelps, bursting into a fit of giggles afterwards.

the force caused a gust of air to cool the patches of spit where kai left hickeys to cover her neck, making her shiver. the witch’s eyes flicked up to his dark orbs, only for the sight to send her heart pounding rapidly.

the siphoner could feel himself bursting at the seams to finally tower over her, straddling her hips in her bed and pinning her down without any effort, having her trapped under his strength.

she was safe and sound underneath him, but the primal glint in his eyes sent a shiver up her spine.

kai’s tongue ran over his pink bottom lip, staring down at the woman and letting out a deep, rumbly sigh, trying to ease the pressure building up in his chest.

“there’s so many things i want to do to you right now…” he whispers, eyeing the way bennie looked him up and down. he chuckles and sat back on his knees to strip the blazer off his frame, tossing it elsewhere without a care in the world.

bennie lies there with her nails dug into the blankets as more of her boyfriend’s skin being revealed, taking his sweet time undoing every single piece of clothing. he removed the layers off himself till only his dress pants were pushed past his thighs, and the rings still glittered on his fingers.

all the witch beneath kai could do was observe him, the heat of her face uncomfortably hot compared to the tingling of desire between her legs at the sight. she squirms mindlessly, unable to help herself from pushing her thighs together, providing a semblance of relief to the aching in her core.

“you want this?” he questions, reading the way she grew more jittery by her physical reactions.

bennie’s mouth went dry, her airways constricting in surprise and excitement, blocking oxygen from entering her lungs. she chewed on her bottom lip, every thought becoming cloudy as she lost focus, until kai’s hand glided up to prevent her from worrying the flesh between her teeth.

“breathe, baby. i need you to focus up here,” he urged sternly, slipping his pointer finger under her chin and his thumb between her teeth, steering her chin to direct her gaze upwards.

bennie flicked to peer into kai’s eyes, keeping his thumb in the opening of her mouth when their gazes met. she let her jaw fall open, his finger pad running along the surface of her tongue, triggering a partially muffled moan from her.

it was so hot, submitting under kai’s authority. the feelings were so close, so comforting, so… humiliating.

the sudden unease of shame hit her, bennie’s entire bloodstream running cold. a series of forceful, panicked puffs escaped her lungs, making her feel sick. the foreign sensation of kai's palms on her body became a lot for her to process all at once, even though touch traveled patiently over her clothes.

the sounds in bennie’s ears were fuzzy and loud, vision blurred while tears brimming in her eyes, an uncertain whimper leaving her parted lips. bennie’s response to his touch made kai perk up, noticing the woman abruptly dissociating from the moment.

"bennie," he breathes, quickly lifting his grasp off her curves at the sight of her visibly anxious. when he spoke again, his voice firm and grounding. 

"hey, i won't touch you if that– this, isn't what you want tonight, we don’t–"

"i do want this!" bennie yelps, interrupting kai before he continued. she tenses, but hesitantly grabs both of his wrists to prevent any further distance from one another, closing the proximity. 

she wanted this, embarrassingly so, and had fantasized about it to an unhealthy degree. bennie didn’t want to let her own fears take over, but part of her knew she needed to be upfront with him.

"i-i... i just..." she trails off in a shaky voice, inhaling a deep breath of air and sighing brokenly. she shakes her head, gripping his wrist tighter, a silent plea for his closeness to return.

kai followed without hesitation, allowing bennie to guide his hand over her curves, no complaints or pressuring from him. he scans her expression carefully, seeking out any underlying fear in her gaze. he let a sigh slip out from him, shoulders slumping upon finding none.

“i haven’t… done this before, not even with my ex, or, y’know…” she admits, suddenly becoming shy and shrugging in an attempt to play off her inexperience. “so this all is a lot for me. i want it all at once, but… i’m scared, too.”

the truth hit kai harder than anything he had experienced in the past—not even the realization that his family had betrayed him, nor the suffering he endured in the prison world, had shaken him to this degree. 

in the months of knowing each other, bennie had become his saving grace, a solace he never thought he was deserving of, and he wanted to give her every ounce of love and pleasure he could offer.

all kai ever wanted or needed, so close to being splayed out beneath him. he would be the first person allowed to explore the uncharted territory of her frame, everything hidden beneath the fabric covering her.

if he hadn’t been buzzing from the magic he had siphoned from her prior, his blood would’ve pumped harder through his veins by learning this information.

it took every ounce of self-control not to rip all the clothing that kept them separated off both of them. the adrenaline pumping through his veins doubled from sheer lust alone.

kai gulps when bennie took hold of his hands, guiding them to her jeans waistband, fingers tracing over her black, silver-studded belt and the loops of her bottoms. he was shaking, holding himself from pouncing on her and barely giving her a chance to breathe. “but i do want this, with you,” she admits as she nods, even as anxiety glimmering in her eyes.

"i want you to be my first.”

she gave him an open invitation, a sign that the girl he adored still wanted this despite her worries. she trusted kai, craved to share her first time to be with him, and handed over control to him.

he absolutely took the bait, whether intentional or not, gathering her wrists and pinning them over her head in a single hand. she gasps in surprise, her eyes darting between his hands, face, and body.

“you’re always safe here with me,” he purred, the hungry undertones apparent when he moved to tower over the woman. he sighs, planting a loving kiss atop her reddening cheek.

“whether we end up stopping now or later on, i won’t be upset. you tell me when you need me to stop, and i’ll listen,” kai informs, chuckling when the tension in bennie’s body relaxes.

she nods sheepishly, “then, ummm…”

she began reluctantly speaking, escaping his loosening grip around her wrists, both hands lacing at the back of his neck. she glanced away and huffed nervously, her lips sliding together in consideration. 

“can…” bennie started, failing to curl shyly away from kai as her cheeks burned. “can you finger me first? i-i haven’t done it yet, and i need a little… guidance, i guess.”

the pace of kai’s heartbeat sped up at the request, the realization sinking in all at once. poor thing, no wonder she had been so wound up and nervous about this, she barely had any experimentation on her own.

but, in typical kai parker fashion, seeing his girlfriend’s nerves still holding a semblance of control over her…

“you sure you want the proclaimed manchild with jam on his fingers to finger you?” kai comments sarcastically, a playful, puppyish pout on his lips, tilting his head to the side. “might be a little gross...”

“ugh, do not remind me of damon saying that, because thinking about that idiot is gonna completely ruin the mood,” bennie answers, scowling and rolling her eyes. but there was a smirk that started forming nonetheless.

kai snorts, eyebrows wiggling suggestively. “no need to complain, i have the perfect solution to help you forget about all of them.”

the lewdness behind his words made bennie giggle, a toothy grin growing on his face as his plan to distract her was successful. kai craned his head forward, nearly devouring her lips with his in a messy kiss.

kai’s hands traveled down to explore her body again, palms tracing every curve until they reached their destination at the buckle of her belt. he pulls away, his face hovering above the woman’s as he undoes it, pulling the leather out of the loops from her pants.

he gave one cautious glance up to meet her eyes, silently asking for consent, bennie eagerly nods without hesitation.

kai didn't waste any time, undoing the buttons and zipper of her jeans, tugging them off to reveal her panties, a patch of moisture coating the cloth covering her. he ogles it shamelessly, lips parting in a groan as he follows in suit, both trousers coming off and falling to the floor.

the man’s eyes navigated to the gray hoodie she adorned, the same zip-up he had tucked her in after changing into the suit he had borrowed… well, more so stolen. not that it mattered now.

“you wanna keep this on for now?” the siphoner asks, taking the bottom hem of the sweater and tugging it for emphasis.

“t-that’d be nice, yeah…” bennie answers, nodding submissively, “s-sorry…”

“there’s no reason to apologize,” kai assures her, shaking his head and tucking his fingers into the waistband of her panties.

kai’s confidence wavered after peeling away bennie’s pants by his hands, revealing her frame to his gaze. it wasn’t because of her, rather the fear of his own performance lacking instead, feebly pulling at the elastic band and gulping.

“are you okay?” she asks, reaching down to run her fingertips through his dark brown hair, and he instinctively leans into her touch.

bennie’s concern made kai turn to meet her eyes, still fingering under the stretchy material as he admired her. he had to remind himself that she would never judge him—bennie became so sympathetic towards him, and encouraged him to be honest about his emotions. 

bennie made him a better person, even when he craved inflicting destruction and pain onto the world that rejected him.

“i’m a virgin too,” he discloses, more timid in the revelation than he intended to be, “which isn’t that shocking, considering my family and my past. but…”

kai averts his gaze, shrugging awkwardly in a similar manner that she had a few minutes ago. he didn’t know why he felt ashamed, maybe in worry that him acting on instinct, or doing something wrong, might scare her off.

“you were honest with me. you always help me be truthful, and i want to be upfront with you too,” he continues, digging his teeth into his bottom lip.

this wasn’t exactly news to hear. kai had been isolated for so long, and she gave a reassuring scratch of his scalp with her nails, seeing the powerful siphoner practically melt at her touch.

“kai, i love you, and i trust you to make this perfect.” she consoles her boyfriend, wanting to remedy the part of him that grew into insecurity in his own abilities. he peers up to meet her dark brown orbs, witnessing the love consuming her gaze that was directed onto him.

“not by anyone else’s standards, but ours. you’re the only one i want to experience this with.”

now, the courage and devotion to provide her pleasure shot through him, the hunger returning tenfold and making him antsy with need. he nods wordlessly, ripping her undergarments off before tossing them away, a gasp sounding from the woman.

a shadow formed in his eyes when he removed the fabric from her crotch, tilting his head to inspect the drenched, damp folds of her entrance. he knew he needed a taste, his mouth watering at the sight of the meal lying in front of him.

kai gravitates down to position himself between her thighs, using his fore and middle fingers to spread her folds apart. he groans at the scent, licking his pads afterwards and groaning at the taste soon after.

bennie laid still as she observed the spit coating his digits after they left his mouth, returning to her crotch and pressing along the crevice. she let out a heady whimper, his fingers running along her cunt, mixing alongside the lubricant already leaking from her slit.

the tip of his forefinger began prodding along her opening, glancing upwards to meet her gaze beforehand for confirmation, then pushed inside leisurely. bennie’s head tilted back, her mouth falling open in her first moan of the night and setting kai’s blood on fire at the noise.

kai had to take hold of her sides, not wanting her to wriggle too much and hurt herself on his fingers. he inches closer and spits a glob of saliva on the limb nestled inside, providing further lube for him to finger her.

“fuck– kai…” bennie whines, burying the bottom half of her face into the top of his sweater. the cotton of his hoodie brushed on her cheeks while she hid in the fabric, comforted by the scent that had continued lingering.

“is that okay? you’re clamping down on me, and smell so good like this… all excited for me…” he breathes into her folds, a chuckle following afterwards while he sluggishly thrusts his blunt finger deeper inside.

bennie could only respond in a nod, squeezing both eyes shut alongside her legs until she lurches forward at the feeling of his tongue lapping at her. the groan he let out made her shudder, sending shockwaves throughout her muscles upon feeling his tongue trace up to her clit, catching on to when she quakes under the touch.

“have you ever touched yourself before?”

bennie shuddered at kai’s genuine question when he pulled away, his voice barely above a murmur.

she twitches harder while he gently pushed another long, lithe finger knuckle deep inside of her. kai visibly lit up, eyes shining in more than the dim light of her lamp reflecting off them, the curiosity morphing into mischief.

“you tightened on both fingers at that, sweet girl…” he comments, curling his digits as the surface continued stimulating her walls through their preparation.

"it’s so cute when you clamp down on me, but it doesn’t answer my question, so… have you?”

the attempt to even hold a conversation while kai kept fingering her made time feel as if it slowed, the only motion being the plunging of his two digits. she whines as she stares into his eyes, still partially hidden in the hoodie, before answering with an affirmative shake of her head.

“yeah?” kai prods gently, biting his bottom lip with a flirty smirk, “wanna tell me how?”

she visibly freezes up, her face warming to a dark shade of red. she instantly shakes her head, averting her gaze as her cheeks grow warmer.

kai chuckles, leaning over to kiss her inner thigh tenderly, suctioning his lips to her clit to suckle at it and torment a few more sounds out of her.

when bennie’s lashes began fluttering in bliss, clamping down tighter on the appendages rubbing against her walls, he knew it was time to stop.

there was a wanton whine that left bennie when he peeled away, leaving her clenching around nothing and craving more. kai licked his fingers clean of her fluids, placing wet kisses up her body from her crotch, every groan slipping past and on the surface of her form. 

he pushes the hoodie and black long-sleeve shirt underneath up right below her bra-clad breasts and immediately pauses, sparing a look up at her to survey her before he considers moving further.

“i… i wanna taste all of you…” he began to ask, still tasting her with a quick swipe of his tongue over his lips, eyes switching between her chest and her eyes. “can i…?”

the hazy effect on bennie’s thoughts made her agree in a compliant but eager nod, sparks of arousal forming in her lower stomach. kai bit his bottom lip again, swiftly unzipping the hoodie and tugging it off her torso, the shirt beneath it coming off soon after.

a purr of a hum rumbled in his chest at the sight of her bra, her breasts confined behind the silky undergarment covering her chest. he tucks both hands under her back, battling the clasp of her bra, struggling initially until he successfully pulls it apart. 

he snickers in boyish triumph, only for his face to light up at lifting the bra off and seeing her tits spill out. a groan escaped at the view, both hands tracing up and down her sides while she wiggled under his gaze. 

“don’t worry, i won’t take too long. i just wanna enjoy all of you.”

kai assures her, moving to face her chest and latching his mouth onto the crevice between each, placing comforting nuzzles and kisses until focusing on her nipples.

bennie mewled when kai’s tongue massaged the bundle on her breast, writhing at the sensation that his mouth brought, albeit already twitchy from how sensitive they typically were. kai’s hand rested on the other, rubbing it at a slow pace in his palm.

the woman’s gaze became misty, unable to stop herself from arching into her mouth until his lips popped off one chest to give the same attention to the other.

she dug both hands into the soft, brown strands on his head, jolting at the moan that vibrates into her breast and prickly flesh from her petting his scalp.

bennie’s back curled to give kai more access to her chest, his tongue swirling over and sucking languidly at her nipple. the groan that passed through his nose made his chest reverberate into her stomach, interrupted by a hum when she gripped down onto the roots of his hair.

“ah– okay, okay– aah, easy, need a break,” she nearly sobbed, tugging at kai’s head instead of carding through his hair with her fingers.

kai couldn’t concentrate on suckling at her mounds any longer, throbbing in his boxers to the point of becoming uncomfortable, grunting at the feeling while fire pooled in his gut. he frees the nub from his lips, pushing himself up on the bed to tower over her, both arms caging her in.

“you okay?” he asks, scanning her face for any discomfort, his eyes softening on her in concern.

bennie let out a suppressed laugh, “yeah, my boobs are just… sensitive.”

kai nods at her answer before glancing down at his boxers, “wanna help me get these boxers off so i can fuck you properly?”

the lack of filter in kai’s behavior made bennie’s mind go blank, the knot in her stomach tightening. she bats her lashes in surprise before nodding, the corners of her lips quirking into a smile.

“y-yeah,” she agrees and leans up bravely, their lips crashing into one another’s. 

a sequence of groans from one another blended into the kiss, one hand cradling the back of her neck while both of hers and his free one worked on tugging his boxers down, exposing his heated flesh.

they broke apart and peered below their upper bodies, bennie’s face lighting up at seeing kai’s cock—already leaking with pre-cum, hard, the tip red as it twitched from the cooler air surrounding them. he looks up at her through his lashes, taking note of the surprise in her reaction.

“y-you’re…” she began to note in awe, “you’re already hard for me…”

“you can touch it, if you want…” he offers, a timid smile crossing over his face. “it’ll probably feel better than my hand.”

admittedly, even though she found herself intimidated by his size, uncertain if he’d even be able to fit… she definitely did want to feel how it fit in her hand, curiosity mingling in her brain at the idea of how warm and twitchy he would feel in her grasp.

she pulls her hand up, spitting into the middle of her palm and grimacing at the drool coating it. a moan escaped kai, a suffocated chuckle leaving afterwards. she side-eyes him in confusion, unable to hide the tinge of amusement in her features.

“sorry, that was super hot.”

bennie rolls her eyes at the horny behavior from him, completely in character for kai. she reaches down and caressing the top of him with her palm, the gummy substance of her saliva sticking to his skin.

“o-oh fuck–” kai sighs, uncontrollably bucking against the soft, wet surface of her palm. he couldn’t control himself, bracing one hand on the bed as the other wrapped around her grasp, fingers curling over hers. 

kai’s head tipped back in relief, “that– god, your hand–”

“i barely even started?” she replies, a joking lilt to her voice. kai gave her a lazy glare in return.

“i don’t wanna hear it from you, considering number one: no one else has touched me like this,” he began to list, his hips jerking in her grasp, the softness of her hands making his shaft quiver hard.

“and number two: i had barely touched you and had you soaked minutes before this,” he retorts as a sly grin forms, causing bennie’s lips to purse until she snorts.

the air in his lungs hitched in kai’s throat when her grip clamped down, a groan ripping out from his throat at the jolt of ecstasy from her hand. he starts guiding it up and down in his own hand atop hers, grinding his hips into the opening.

“you’re gonna pay for that.”

bennie exhales at his threat, knowingly playing with fire, but she didn’t plan on freeing kai from her clutches—especially not while he moans from above her and thrusts into her hand, not wanting to miss the single moment of surrender from the man.

bennie’s mind lost itself in the slippery sounds until kai’s hips twitched into her hand one final time, pulling away quickly as he grunts. “okay, okay, don’t wanna end the fun too early now.”

he shoos her hand away with the same grin, chuckling at the small, sulky jut of her bottom lip when she wipes the gummy essence on his boxers nearby. he shakes his head, craning his head to kiss the brooding look away, smiling at bennie returning the favor as their lips meshed.

but she gasped at the man who slowly rubbed the base of his cock through her folds, nudging the tip along her clit insistently, still swollen and sensitive. the feeling sent shocks throughout her core, tearing whimpers from her lungs.

“kai…” bennie keens, a pleading undertone in her voice, bucking needily for more.

kai’s palms shift to take the inside of both of bennie’s thighs, holding her legs open and squeezing till the flesh spilled through the space between each digit. he pinned her down, swearing in a murmur.

he took in a deep breath, the head of his shaft notching at the opening of her slit. the fluids soaked both of their parts alongside their saliva, practically begging him to proceed further. he paused, keeping her legs separated beneath him and watching her naked form squirm in anticipation.

“are you,” kai began to ask, interrupted by his own shaky panting as he kept her trapped, “are you ready?”

bennie whines at the question, blushing at the subtle teasing disguised as care. she knew he was partially teasing her, but she had become impatient, needy, and she wanted him to finally make a move.

she nods desperately, only for kai to click his tongue and shake his head in disapproval, pulling his hips away to hear her whine at the loss of contact. both of his hands squeeze her thighs again, soothing the reddening marks that started forming by rubbing his palms along the sore spots.

“need to hear you say it, princess.”

“fuck, yes, kai! i need it, please?”

kai bit his bottom lip, not only entertained by bennie’s pleas but definitely growing harder at the response. he snickers, angling himself in place, the head of his cock nudging past her folds again.

finally, he eased inside of her hole with one slow, yet cautious stroke, both parties letting their noises escape them.

“f-fuck–” he let out in a drawn-out groan, eyes becoming unfocused beneath his lashes before closing.

kai felt himself ascending to heaven multiple times over at the new sensation of her warmth, squeezing down better than he ever felt at the expense of his hand alone. he needed to be patient, though—both for bennie’s safety and to tease her more. 

the siphoner’s mind ran wild with rancid, perverted ideas of all the things he wanted to do. the pleasure buzzing in his blood was exhilarating, feeling bennie tangled beneath him, whining while her gushing hole kept sucking him in.

bennie was adjusting to the intrusion, his throbbing, twitching cock pushing inside of her. both of bennie’s hands were digging into the comforter below, a mixture of pain in her expression alongside the bliss.

kai tried refraining from moving unexpectedly, but didn’t prevent himself from following her heat excitedly with a halfhearted thrust, his teeth gritting at the need pulsing through him. bennie stammers his name in warning, but her hips still jerk into his despite the discomfort of being stretched.

“shh, i– mmf– i know,” kai grunts while he bends down lower, fighting to stabilize his voice in a comforting whisper, proving to be a difficult feat when his voice cracks. 

the change in position, his chest brushing against hers, nestling his girth even deeper inside her hole, made him feel lightheaded. he fought to keep his eyes open, to watch bennie as she came apart on his cock, stars bursting in the darkness of his vision.

kai curses, his voice barely above a murmur, fingertips digging into the soft surface of bennie’s legs while he listened to every noise that slipped out from her. he shook with restraint, focusing all of his attention on her reactions, trying his hardest to avoid overwhelming the woman all at once by thrusting in too much, too soon.

“just–” kai begins, swearing again as a whiny edge to his voice takes over, “let me know when you’re ready for more. preferably soonish, please? i-i feel like i’m gonna explode here.”

kai admits, laughing helplessly and gripping her thighs hard enough that it would surely leave bruises for tomorrow. besides, he had the self-control of a saint, while bennie remained practically folded under his weight, the sight heightening his arousal, and the position he had pinned her in only made her cunt clench down on him like a vice.

bennie let a mixture of a laugh and a moan tumble out of her mouth. “y-you don’t think i’m– fuck– trying?” 

kai bit his lip at the snarky retort, a guttural grunt escaping when he rolled his hips deeper, an effective motion to quiet her sarcastic comebacks, earning a gasp from bennie instead.

a cruel smirk grew on his lips—the low chuckle rumbled through him as an unspoken reminder of his own sadistic urges, gaining enjoyment from witnessing her struggle.

even though the feeling had hidden itself away after the merge, the tendencies were still present and violent as usual. but for her, kai channeled it into making her fall apart, submitting to him.

however, he knew bennie liked it too, proven by the twitch of her hips meeting his very briefly again and her cunt clamping down harder, gaining a groan from kai and a whimper leaving her bitten, full lips.

she let her body relax after a few minutes, glaring up at her boyfriend with a lazy but narrow-eyed stare.

“you really can’t help being a jerk, even for the first time,” she teases, unable to hide the smile that spreads across her wet lips.

“our first time. plus, don’t lie to me… you like me a little mean,” kai retorts, eyelids curving from his cheeks as his smile widens, crawling closer to mutter in her ear. 

“if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be under me like this. you’d have kept hating me…”

the light condescension in kai’s voice matched the sliver of brattiness from bennie, low and soothing despite the underlying arousal stewing in his words, a predatory gleam present in his eyes. 

she might have convinced kai not to attack her friends, putting everything on the line. however, kai still had energy he needed to release, and she was his outlet for it.

she let out a combination of a laugh and a contented sigh, thoughts cloudy as she settled underneath kai. a few seconds of silence and stillness settled over them, accompanied by their heavy panting and small groans.

“you’re doing so good, beebs,” he breathes before peering up, a questioning glint in his eyes. “can i go all the way?”

bennie felt every inch of her flesh become hot and flushed, nodding in confirmation for him to proceed. kai the temptation to tease by making his girlfriend consent aloud before acting was strong, but the motion was enough, and he was restless.

kai sank forward, listening to her whimper as he thrust the rest of the way, bottoming out and releasing a deep groan.

“fuck– you’re so tight, so good,” kai chokes out, bennie’s back arching up towards her boyfriend at the pleasure rippling through her flesh. she inhales, eyebrows furrowed while she becomes familiar with having a cock buried inside of her, her boyfriend hovering closer to steady her.

it proved to be useful, given the burning formed into something much more satisfying than previously.

bennie tests the waters by gyrating her hips in a circle, making both of them groan in relief—bennie’s walls massaged his shaft, and kai’s tip nuzzled that sensitive spot his fingers hadn’t found.

after a few moments of regaining control, bennie released her grip off the fabric of the blankets, both hands rising to cup his cheeks, trembling as she held his stubble-dusted jawline.

kai’s gaze rose to meet hers, staring lovingly as their breaths combined in the air between them, hot and needy in anticipation that spilled over the surface since they started.

"kai, i… want you to drop the spells."

she orders gently, leading her lover to blink a few times in shock. the cloaking and binding spells, which had been previously part of his plan, she wanted him to reverse both off the heretics in hiding and her friends.

"forget it all with me, all i want to focus on is us," she encourages him through shuddering huffs, pulling him down to press his forehead against her own.

at those words, kai felt everything crumble apart right there. he didn’t dare deny her plea, biting his bottom lip when the heat of her sucking him further in played as another form of encouragement, sparking through the entirety of his broad frame.

kai's eyes fluttered shut, whispering a slurred incantation under his breath until he felt every spell he had cast melt from his conscience. he was crumbling apart, a wave of freedom crashing over him. kai knew it'd be okay.

the man surges forward following the release of the spells, capturing bennie's lips with his own, suddenly eager for a kiss and licked into her mouth. a sign of love, lust, and gratitude for all the patience she extended to him.

kai’s hips retreat and thrust back into her entrance, a long, gratified groan escaping from deep within, entering her with one smoother stroke as she whined at being filled successfully. meanwhile, the woman’s claws dug into the duvet from being filled perfectly by kai’s cock, dripping in enjoyment. 

the front of kai’s pelvis bumped into bennie’s, carving his shape inside her drooling cunt while blue-grey orbs peered down to where she squeezed him. bennie barely spoke anything tangible, sputtering and whining out in delight, which only spurred kai on more.

"god– you're still squeezing down on me, babe..." kai mentions in a breathy laugh, listening to the shuddering huff from his lover.

he started feeling adventurous, pulling out just to push back in harsher, deeper, hearing the sound of her whiny moans and the slick squelch of reentry. he shivered at the melody of her sounds, alongside her tight heat gripping onto him while he found his rhythm, panting from on top of her.

the walls of bennie’s pussy were practically teasing him at every twitch and spasm against his cock, the groans emanating from her continuously egging him on to corrupt her fully. it was becoming an addiction to hear bennie crying out his name.

“jesus christ, bennie– fuck–!” kai grunts, his touch leaving her thighs to take purchase on her hips instead, lifting her lower half upwards, the leverage allowing him to plunge harder inside her pussy.

bennie’s immediately responded by wrapping her legs around his, locking her ankles to prevent him from pulling away too far with every thrust. kai's guidance of bennie's lower body, tugging her into every thrust, created a series of uncontrollable moans and gasps to escape both of them.

the symphonies of them filled the room with groans, squeaks, and shifts of the bed and blankets shifting, and their fleshy, damp bodies smacking together. 

the sheets beneath her hands twisted in her grip, the moisture of her arousal coating kai's shaft easily allowing him to move. she kept clinging onto the fabric until kai ripped her grasp off the bed by her wrist, draped over his back instead while the other scrambled to follow in suit in his hair. 

bennie’s nails immediately raked into kai’s muscles while the other tugged at the roots connected to his scalp. the siphoner growled at the sting of her clawing his skin, the pain only urging him to fuck her harder. 

“shit– i’ve never felt this good, beebs.” kai breaks out of his concentration to whisper praise into bennie’s ear, followed by a nip to the shell of it to feel her jolt. 

there were trails of sweat dampening the hair at his temples, dripping down his temples and cheeks, making their skin slippery where they connected. bennie’s walls spasmed violently at the new angle, clamping down on his shaft.

it was almost sinful at how effortlessly she made the dangerous, supposedly unfeeling siphoner fall apart.

the lack of experience they both shared propelled them closer to cumming, and kai felt it in her responses: bennie’s moans cracking and becoming higher in pitch, and he wasn't in any state to judge, considering his thrusts were growing sloppier.

kai positions a hand on her lower back, the other drifting between them to glue his thumb to her clit, incessantly circling the sensitive nub his mouth had licked at earlier.

the noises she released sounded like music to his ears, observing the sheen of sweat coating her body in the light as her frame convulsed at the new friction below while he leaned forward to whisper more dirty encouragement into her ear.

even if his hips were sore come morning, there was no way he would be stopping. he didn't care, he couldn't, not when the pleasure was more intense than any attempt at self-pleasure brought either of them.

the sentiment only strengthened his determination to make her cum, especially when her walls clamped down on him as a sign of her impending orgasm.

bennie suddenly became taut underneath kai, the last swirls of his thumb rubbing into her, both legs locking up and trapping him in. she was edging on the brink of her climax until she combusted fiercely, every sense becoming overwhelmed with static as her voice fell short.

it turned into everything and too much, all at once.

“kai–! ‘m cumming!” she gasps out, her mind blanking and her eyes squeezing shut, nothing but brightness behind her eyelids as she shattered.

kai barely had time to react, the walls of her hole constricting on his shaft, heated, violent pulses and twitches begging for him to cum. but he kept fucking her through it, chasing his own high. 

“o-oh my god, bennie, y-you're squeezing me–" 

kai whines, hands returning to her hips and allowing his nails to dig bluntly into the fat of her curves. kai found no way to contain the gasps leaving his lungs, the feeling of her pussy unyielding in its grip on him, making the knot coil tighter in his stomach, closer to snapping. 

"i'm so close, baby, i-i’m gonna–!"

bennie opened her eyes in a daze, admiring the sight of kai on top of her, warning her that his climax would follow yet keeping the rapid pace of his thrusts intact. it sent shudders throughout her entire body and soul, a reminder that he was new to this as well. 

bennie remain pinned down under his weight, his pelvis driving into hers with every rough, wet snap to trigger his release. 

the lithe fingers of hers laced over the back of his neck, tugging kai down until their lips met in a kiss, swallowing the moan that entered her mouth in response while his animalistic thrusts stuttered.

he pushed himself to continue at the same brutal but sloppy pace, his lips locked into his girlfriend’s while she shook underneath him, whining as every muscle clenched down on kai’s shaft.

they eventually pulled apart, only for bennie’s mouth to latch onto the sweaty surface of his shoulder, up his neck, and back down again, lapping at it mindlessly to urge him on. kai moans raggedly, both arms circling her back to cradle her against his frame as he starts losing his composure.

he craved nothing more than to empty himself with every load inside of him that he had to offer, to monitor his own cum leaking out after he had finished.

in kai’s perspective, it was a form of claiming bennie for himself, and the idea caused a sharp shudder to course through him. 

however, despite the risks that he desperately wanted to ignore for their gratification, he knew it wasn't plausible this time. kai wouldn’t forget it, though—the instinct awakening inside his being to fill her with his cum.

the man drove himself over the edge of his orgasm, pulling out frantically and letting a loud, guttural groan echo in the room, shaking violently. the ropes of his seed spilled across her lower half and stomach, his cock twitching as his cum shot onto her skin in thin lines. 

kai's mouth had fallen open, but the corners of his lips lifted at the choked laugh he produced, followed by a weak swallow of saliva that built up inside his mouth. he glances up at her, meeting the dreamy sight of her smiling, sweat droplets cascading down her face similarly to his.

“good pull-out,” bennie remarks before kai had the chance to speak. kai snorts, his breath coming short as he comes down from his release.

“thanks, i hadn’t… exactly been prepared for things to go this way, and i’m definitely not ready to continue the whole… practice of gemini offspring merging.”

she simultaneously blushed and laughed at kai’s comment about having gemini babies together, shaking her head while she wipes the sweat off her forehead and onto her forearm. she wasn’t quite ready for that step either, still shaken from everything the past month or so had thrown at her…

shockingly, the sex with kai helped her ground back into reality.

“well, contraceptives will definitely be on our list to research…” bennie sighs, both hands running up his back.

the siphoner’s chest rose and fell deeply as a laugh forced itself out, grabbing the pillow beside her head to steady himself to avoid collapsing forward and crushing the woman. he was dizzy from the powerful climax, still gathering his senses that were all arrayed.

"never… ever doing that with anyone else, by the way," he concludes in a wheeze, the ability to speak completely deteriorating as satisfaction ebbed throughout his body.

“i sure hope not,” bennie scoffs, but her voice came out much more fragile than she intended. she lifts her hand, cupping kai’s face and pulling him to meet her gaze.

when he peered into her eyes, kai instantly melted at the sight of his girlfriend staring up at him. 

bennie’s frame lay brokenly beneath him, but in all the right ways. the sweat dripped down her skin, eyelids heavy and lashes waving as she blinked, swollen lips parted for air while she caught her breath, the intensity mellowing out between them.

the sight was another view kai burned into his memory, mentally filed away alongside the rest. it set his heart ablaze, a reminder of how much he loved bennie, and needed his witch companion more than anything else in the world.

“that was also way better than my initial plans, too.”

he winks playfully, offering a gentle peck to her lips when she started laughing. he pulls back for a second to admire her grinning up at him, immediately meeting her in another kiss, much slower, but still devouring her affectionately while she reciprocates. 

"of course, that’s all thanks to you. you’re… everything i'll ever need,” kai reminds his girlfriend after he tugged away, “i promise.”

bennie matches his smile, her eyes lidded as the aftermath of cumming prickled through her flesh, both overwhelming hot and cold at the same time. when kai plops down next to her, she instinctively gravitates towards her boyfriend’s warmth.

“kinda wrecked my everything though, bro.”

“do not call me ‘bro’ after i nearly came in you, bennie.” kai laughs breathlessly alongside bennie, taking a second to relax.

he lifts a quivering hand after a minute, drifting down to run his fingertips between the puffy, drenched folds between her legs, fingertips becoming wet with his girlfriend’s fluids.

"good pussy, took me so well..."

the cooing sound that kai spoke in, the lighthearted grin that dimpled his cheeks, caused a hot sensation to bloom across her cheeks.

she didn't stop herself from lightly swatting at his chest in embarrassment, her face burning while her head rested on his lean upper arm. the action triggered yet another laugh from him, knowing and amused at her flustered reaction, resting his hand on her thigh.

the pair’s lips met once more after the giggles between them dissipated, smiling into each other's mouths as their limbs slithered together. the stickiness dripping on their skin provided easier, more slippery movement between each other, snickering at every slide of their limbs.

kai’s pulled his hand away from her lower half, using two fingers to wipe a portion of the milky substance off her stomach. he grins wickedly, sending his girlfriend a devious look and raising his cum covered fingertips up.

bennie’s lips obediently fell open, her own digits wrapping around his wrist when his inserted into the wet cavern of her mouth. she licked the thick liquid off, letting out a drained hum that vibrated into his skin.

“fuck,” he breathes, his eyes twinkling at the view of her tongue lapping up his seed off his hand. "that’s super hot…”

the rise and falls of their chests, the air thick with humidity and the aroma of their bodies, was more than she had dreamed of. she gave him a lopsided smile after his fingers eased out of her mouth, one that he matched in adoration.

the moment was short-lived, however, as kai lay her onto the mattress one final time. he sat up afterwards, admiring the woman snuggling sleepily into the cozy blankets surrounding her.

despite her enjoyment, she kept twitching and wincing at the sudden ache from the cramping after such a powerful orgasm.

kai had been paying careful attention to her, instantly faltering when she reacted to the pain. he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, departing from above her, swiping his white button-up off the floor. meanwhile, bennie glances over sluggishly.

"what're you doing?" bennie questions kai, the sound of her voice airy, yet croaky from exhaustion when he pulls away.

she blinks when kai wipes away the rest of his semen that coated her stomach, followed by a kiss to her pudgy tummy and a glance upwards to meet her eyes, seeking her approval.

bennie smiles down at her boyfriend, lowering a hand to cradle his cheek and rubbing circles there. 

"thank you for all of this." 

the woman states, watching kai crawl up to face her while she lazily admires her boyfriend, her palm still pressed against his face. in one single movement, kai leaned back down to capture her lips in another delicate kiss, tasting each other on his tongue. 

the lust-driven energy between the lovers started to dwindle. a low, amber shine from the light on her bedside table shone along their sweat-coated skin, casting shadows over the wall.

“just so i don’t forget and get too distracted, i wasn't… too much, right? you kinda looked uncomfortable for a second just now…” he asks, the glimpse of insecurity appearing when his eyes searched hers for answers.

“o-oh! no no, kai, it’s nothing like that,” bennie answers, shaking her head and leaning in to peck kai’s lips again, a gesture of gratitude before lying back on the bed.

“my body is like… not used to feeling something that intense, and it’s the first time… i’m getting kinda crampy from it, i guess?”

kai nods at bennie’s explanation, not hesitating to stand up and sweep his boxers up from the floor. she blinks in confusion when he pulls them up over himself, exiting the room wordlessly.

kai’s attention turned towards a new mission, disappearing from her sight. the sound of the kitchen faucet turned on, alongside the fridge or freezer door opening, enough of a signal to bennie that her boyfriend had begun raiding to gather necessities for aftercare.

she giggles softly to herself in delight, sinking into the bedsheets and blankets with an easy, gentle sigh.

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