love. love. love.

Even with all the exhaustion of work, the 141 aren’t deep sleepers. It only takes a few rustles from outside their rooms, a few creaking floor boards— a muffled moan in the bathroom that makes Gaz get up first. Eyes connecting with Soap from across the hallway once they both open their doors.

“Fuck, you hear that mate?” Gaz whisper yells, confused.

Then there’s another rustle, another muffled moan from the bathroom.

Soap smirks, “Aye, Can’t believe the lass ‘as brought a guy over while her Dad ‘nd his friends ‘er home. Fuckin mental.”

Gaz nods towards the door, “should go scare the bloke off then, Simon would hate t’ hear about this.”

The fucker himself, Simon fucking Riley, on his knees right behind you, bending you over the bathroom sink as he eats you out like it’s his last meal. His flat tongue sliding through your pussy lips and slurping you up clean. His jeans you wore now pooling around your ankles, knees shaking as you try to contain your keens and moans with the back of your hand. It’s sloppy, the way Simon keeps spreading your folds open, his calloused fingers brushing up to yout sensitive clit as he thrusts his tounge in your hole. Lapping everything up that drips down to your thighs and down his chin. Feeling him swirl his pink organ inside your spongey walls.

“Shit, mmmck- feels good Dad, so good!” You gasp, hands gripping on the counter.

Simons gives your ass a smack, chuckling so darkly as he gives your pussy another sloppy French kiss, “she’s such a bloody crybaby ‘nd ‘M the one doin ‘er a favor.” The older man nibbles at the flesh of your thighs, tips of his fingers grazing your pulsing clit.

“What should you say t’me dovie, hm? Let me hear you.”

You mewl in delight, feeling his tongue flick your gushing hole, “T-Thank you Daddy, god, thank you.” It seems to be the only words stuck on your lips as he fucks you with his tongue, in and out and slurping your sweet honey dew from your cunt so loudly it makes your hips shake against his mouth.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou Dad, anngh!” Your head drops down, biting your lip so hard trying to constrain yourself you’re sure you’re gonna draw blood.

A knock hits the door that makes your walls clench around Simons tongue, Soap speaks, “Don’t think yer Da would want t’ ‘ear about ye havin a man here lass.”

Then Gaz, teasing yet threatening “Both ‘f you should come out, we won’t tell on you.”

Your eyes flutter open, “Just- hngh- just one moment!”

You try to push Simon off you, eyebrows knitting together, mumbling out your cute and soft but-but-but. Yet your Dad only shushes you, brushing your hand away, “Should only be focused on me when I’m fuckin you. You thinking about them?”

You whimper out with every emotion rolling over you, embarrassment followed with foolish want for Simon, Simon, Simon, Dad, Dad, Dad, “No sir, just-“

“Then fuck my mouth honey, be good f’me.”

And he guides you through it, one hand on your waist and making you circle your hips on his mouth, shoving his face in your round globes, licking you up fast. His other hand rubbing your slippery bundle of nerves. Your grip his wrist rubbing your clit is tight, jaw slack while your hips rock against his face.

You cum, eyes rolling to your skull and letting out a filthy moan as your pussy spasms. Electricity running through your veins as you hit your peak. Simon pulls away panting, voice raspy while his hands slide up and down your thighs.

“Atta fuckin girl baby, love when you make a mess on me.”

Simon pulls his jeans up your hips, kissing your temple while you let out shudders breaths. “Go to bed kiddo.”

The door finally unlocks, heat spreading through your cheeks and almost down to your bones after your eyes meet Soap and Gaz’s who were wide eyed, eyes practically popping out of their heads when they realize who’s behind you.

The door to the guest room creaks open, revealing a sleepy John Price, eyes still shut and hair every which way, “Is everything alright?” He gruffed out.

You hum, visibly dazed from the high you just hit less than a minute ago, “Just fine sir, good night.”

You brush through the men without a care in the word, giving Gaz and Soap a obvious fucked out smile before shutting your bed door closed. Leaving the three youngest 141 members looking at each other.

Simons got that knowing look on his face, licking his lips that were glossed with your cum. He turns the bathroom light off, nodding at the two men, “Midnight snack with my kid is all guys.”

He wipes his face, walking down the hallway, crooked yet cocky grin on his face, “Goodnight.”

It's pathetic, and quite frankly embarrassing that Goka assumes that anyone with a smile whose semi-decent in a conversation will be able to sweep you off your feet, or that you're some insatiable beast that just has to fuck any and everyone that you come into contact with.

"You sent the guard that I ordered to accompany you away, so how the fuck am I being the ridiculous one? You don't think that's suspicious?"

You burst into your shared bedroom and throw the door closed behind you, but he forces it back open, the wood slamming back against the wall as he does. You ignore the sound, ignore him, and move to take a seat on the bed as you begin to undo the buckles on your shoes.

"You go to meet with a man, claim that I can't go with you for whatever reason, so I compromise and send a guard with you for your safety—"

"–for surveillance." You spit out, your short bout of giving him the cold shoulder over with.

"—and you kick him out of the goddamn room. What else am I supposed to think?"

"You're supposed to trust me, Goka! I married you! I love you! So why the fuck can't you just trust me? Like what the fuck? What is your problem?" Hot tears burn at your eyes as your voice cracks, and you don't bother keeping the betrayal out of your voice. "You treat me like I'm one of those criminals that you arrest. L-Like I'm just some disgusting whore that you can't let out of your sight."

You drop your face into your hands, your tears falling into your palms despite you trying to hold them back, and a gust of wind brushes past you as you feel Goka kneel at your feet, his hands smoothing against the sides of your thighs as you hear him sigh.

"I do trust you. I do. I don't trust them. I interact with the lowest of the low day after day, the things I've seen... if you knew, then you'd understand why I act like this. 'M just trying to keep you safe." His voice has taken on a gentler tone. "I'd... I'd lose my mind if something happened to you that I could have prevented."

You sniffle.

"Don't cry. Look at me." He pulls at your wrists, and you resist, but you're you and he's Goka so they lower anyways. He takes in your tear-streaked face, his brows drawn together. "I love you."

Your skin warms despite yourself. It's a declaration that he doesn't verbalize often, so you always cherish it when he does, even if it comes at the wrong time. You avert your eyes, shoulders drooping as a sudden wave of tiredness washes over you.

"Goka.." Before you can get another word out he leans forward, chapped lips pressing against your salty ones, and you still against him, not giving any reaction. He licks at your bottom lip, nose pressing into you, and draws circles against the back of your hands with his calloused thumbs.

He tugs at your lip, eyes boring into your own, and then he's harshly biting down. You gasp in pain, and he takes the opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth to run along your teeth. He licks at the back of them, then moves to the roof of your mouth, his hand coming up to anchor your head when you jerk back at the sensation, and then he rubs his tongue alongside yours.

Spit trails down from the sides of your mouth, and he pulls a moan from you when he kisses you harder, exerting his will over you until you sag against him, lips turning malleable and willing as you return the kiss. Your lashes flutter until your eyes finally close, and when he finally pulls back, saliva stretching from your mouth to his, you find yourself leaning forward in an effort to reconnect.

That urge dies a quick death at his next words.

"Take off your pants and underwear so I can check you."

"Go fuck yourself." You shove him back with all the strength you can muster and he doesn't budge. Instead, you crawl back onto the bed in an effort to get to the other side to stand, but his hand closes around your ankle and yanks you back to him. "Let go, you asshole!" You go to slap him, hand reeling back and lips pressing together, and he doesn't bother stopping you.

Your hand meets his cheek with a sharp sound, your palm erupting in pain, and red blooms on his cheek as he breathes in deep through his nose. "Do you want me to do it for you?" You go to hit him again but he pushes you back against the bed and pins you down against the bed with a heavy hand in the center of your stomach. Your legs kick out as you scream obscenities at him, and he ignores you, skilled fingers easily popping the button on your pants before he begins to yank them down your legs.

"Get off of me, Goka! Stop it, you di—Goka!" The fabric of your underwear tears as he roughly tugs them down, and you clamp your thighs together at the sudden onslaught of cold air against your folds. He shoves them apart, and you continue to kick at him, your foot catching his jaw and flinging his head back. You freeze for a moment, guilt wrapping around you from head to toe, and he slowly brings his head back down to level you with a hard stare. "I-I'm sorry..." You shouldn't be the one apologizing, you know that, but you can't help it.

He doesn't reply, instead moving his hand from your stomach. You go to sit up, but he only cups his hands under the backs of your knees and sends them up into your chest, effectively folding you in half. You wheeze, your breath leaving you in a rush, and he pushes your legs together and keeps them pinned with one strong forearm.

The hand that's free drops down between your legs, and you wheeze again when he pushes his fingers through your folds without care. He goes downwards until he reaches your hole, and your skin blazes hot as he reaches it, one long digit breaching past the rim and attempting to delve inside.

You whine at the discomfort, no slick to aid his entry, and he retreats just as fast as he had entered, a relieved sigh leaving him. "I'm sorry. I had to be sure." The tears fall free once more, and you cover your face once again as you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to stifle your cries. "You don't know how special you are – what people would do to get their hands on you." His palm covers your sex, and you jolt as he rubs it back and forth, the pads of his fingers catching your clit as he does. You can't help the way you moisten at his actions, and your heart lurches in your chest when focuses his attention on your swelling clit, fingers sliding back and forth over it. "The things they'd do just for a taste."

The flat of his tongue swipes down your slit, and your teeth sink in harder when his tongue pushes into your cunt, the treacherous thing welcoming him in with a wet squelch. He fucks it into you, fingers still working on your clit, and your hands leave your face to instead push at the top of his head as much as you can.

You don't want him to make you cum—you don't want him to think that this is okay, that you're fine with this just because he put his mouth on your pussy. He hadn't trusted you, he had accused you, he had forced you open and checked you like you were some piece of property and not a human being—like you weren't his wife.

"Fuhh–fuck off." He loudly slurps at you in response, knuckles pinching your clit between them, and your eyes roll as he imitates your earlier kiss, head tilting so he can mouth at your lower lips as if he's tongue-kissing you. You're a wet, dripping mess, your juices trailing down to wet the crack of your ass and wet the blankets underneath you. He laps it up like a starving animal, tongue scooping and digging as if he's a dog fighting to get the last bit of a creamy treat that's stuck to the bottom of a container. "Stop..." Your protests grow weaker and weaker, body melting into the mattress, and his nose nudges up against your clit as positions his mouth over your hole and sucks.

He comes off of you with a wet pop, and you choke when he plunges his fingers into your painfully empty hole – two? Three? "We'll do daily checks from now on. Every time I let you out of my sight." Your fingers brush against his hair, and you snatch it into your grip immediately. He lets you pull and tug, his voice not wavering as he fucks his fingers into you cruel and slow. "I get peace of mind and you get to have your pussy played with and whatever else you want."

You pull hard and he slams his digits in. Your grip loosens and threatens to fall off, but then his fingers pull out of you and come up to curl around your own. He keeps your hand tangled in his hair and forces your hold to tighten.

"Keep pulling."

You do as he says and he rewards you with feverish licks up your slit, tongue mashing against your clit and lapping at it until he switches to traversing through your folds, exploring every nook and cranny. They grow puffy under his abuse, and your stomach lurches when he individually sucks them into his mouth and moans.

He pulls back, just slightly, and spits a fat blob of spit directly onto your clit before dipping down to suck back up into his mouth. It's perverse, disgusting, and you cry out in pleasure at the filth of it.

His tongue slides down past your pussy, down, down, down, and you feel a few of the strands of his hair in your grip break free just as he reaches your puckered hole. He laps at it, tongue threatening to venture inside, and your toes curl and uncurl as you pant, eyes unfocused and lips parted.

His lips move to the fat of your ass to press wet, open mounted kisses to the unmarked flesh, and you wince when he sinks his teeth into the meat. He kisses the sting and murmurs an apology in your skin, immediately sullying it as he picks another spot to do the exact same thing. He doesn't stop until you're littered with bites, baby bruises blossoming, and hiccuping between sobs of his name.

"Don't cry." He kisses at your inner thigh, and you tense and hold your breath as you wait for the gnash of his teeth, but he only licks at your tacky skin. The arm keeping your legs pinned lowers them instead, and they fall apart with his assistance. You blink through teary eyes and take him in; messy hair, slick-coated face, swollen lips, shot pupils, flushed cheeks. "I'll make you cum, don't worry." He lowers his head back down, two fingers finding their place inside you while he drags his tongue up in long, slow drags. "Always. Just me. Only me."

He hooks and curls his fingers, rough pads seeking out that spot tucked away inside of you, and your thighs tremble as the heels of your feet weakly kick at the sheets

"G-Goka.." You croak and he hums, lips closing around your clit as he loudly sucks. "Please. Pleasepleaseplease. O-Oh, fuh–Goka!" He finds what he had been looking for, and he's relentless as he moves his fingers against, upping his antics on your clit as well. The two sensations combined send you hurtling to your end, and you gush in his mouth, his lips leaving your twitching bud to instead join his fingers down below. He greedily swallows down your juices, fingers still thrusting inside you, and you have to once again push at his head to get him away from you.

He reluctantly moves back, tongue swiping over his glossy lips, and you watch as he gathers the cum dripping off his chin with his fingers before bringing them to his face. He breathes the scent of you in, and then his eyes clash with yours as he licks them clean. You gasp and cringe away.

"I'll tell my men to release the shop owner from custody."

"You had him arrested?!"