FULFILLED.

KIP FANG. SIMON KRIT. TERRENCE JAGGER.

Bernays carried it with her into the bedroom. She was wearing a nightgown with a silk dressing gown. – Blond hair hung down on her back and strands covered the décolleté. She felt how excited he was at the sight of her since she had just moved to the area.

“I know that you like me from the first days of my stay.” She grinned and sat on his knees, breathing smoothly with her chest, looking into his eyes. She wanted what he wanted. – Jagger he sure likes her. YES?.

“Please Jagger prove that you are really excited.” – A light chuckle escaped her soft pink lips as she leaned against his neck. Your FUCKING mother take this cute blonde. Four fingers rolled down his torso and immediately took off his “unnecessary jacket”

“So you want sex? Yes? OK then.”

               ❝ Eh.  That’s a little generous, sweetheart, ❞  he replies, one finger tracing her outer thigh as she makes herself comfortable on his lap.  ❝ You might be used to men falling for you left right and centre, but it takes a little more than a pretty face to interest me. ❞

               Still, he won’t deny that she’s attractive.  That would be like trying to deny that the grass is green, or the sun is hot;  some people are just physically more appealing than others, and she’s someone who lucked out with genetics.  In a way, she’s lucky that all he’s interested in at the moment is the physical.

               Jagger takes her cue, leaning in and pressing a lingering kiss to her cheek.  The gesture seems sweet on its own, but his beard ghosts along her flesh with enough friction to make it prickle, sinful goosebumps sure to raise as he descends to her neck and lays a myriad of feather-light kisses along her jugular.

               It’s hard to tell whether the question irritates or amuses him.  He remains still in the doorway, looking as bemused as he does tickled, his finger drawing an impatient line along the frame as he purses his lips.

               ❝ To fuck. ❞

               She may appreciate screwing around, but Jagger is more of a cutthroat sort of person.  He’d much rather be upfront and honest about the things that he wants or feels than tiptoe around them.  Offending people doesn’t seem to matter a great to him.

I absolutely approve of this. There're a couple of caveats-- don't try to be sexy when he's trying to Math, Math is Hard, for example-- but he'll by and large lap that shit up like a damn dog.

Simon doesn’t so much have a daddy kink as much as he doesn’t mind if it comes out.  But it’ll strictly be an in-the-moment thing that’ll get him off.

Jag, on the other hand?  I can see him having an explicit daddy kink.

LET MY MUSE RATE A KINK!

               ❝ Well, it’s definitely a tad overrated, but still  ----  you can’t go wrong with some light restraints. ❞