queer_poncho

You were not normal. Totally nuts probably. You were the silly, naive female lead in the movie where she ignores every major red flag in the guy who started flirting with her, and said yes when he asked her out on a date. Then said yes again. And again. And again. 

But Jake Lockley wasn’t like that. Men with red flags don’t point out that they have red flags.

And Jake was honest with you from the beginning. Okay, not exactly from the beginning, but from probably the fourth date.

He said he had two alters. He’s sharing his body with two other men. That’s why sometimes you don’t hear about him for days.

He could be lying. He could have a family and maybe you are just the sidechick.

But you decided to trust him. He was nothing but a gentleman so far. He brought you flowers. He picked you up from work when he was able to. Took you out on dates when he had the body. Held the doors open for you. Who wouldn’t fall for all of this?

You never met a man like him and you thought that there must be a catch. And there was, but you decided that it was worth it.

He said the system that he was a part of was delicate. In time, he will introduce you to his alters, when all of you are ready. But truth be told, you met Jake way before Marc and Steven did. 

Jake had insecurities when it came to his existence and he never really knew where he belonged in the big scary world. But you made him feel real, made him feel connected. You were a place he could come home to and your arms were the blanket that shielded him from everything he wasn’t ready to face yet.

You were patient, and caring, you were his friend and his lover. Even when he had doubts about himself he never had doubts about you.

So when he dropped down on one knee in front of you in a fancy restaurant while you celebrated your one year anniversary, it felt right.

Your yes was the most confident answer he ever had to a question.

“We probably won’t be able to go on a long honeymoon.” - Jake admitted in a whisper after he put the ring on your finger and pulled you in for a deep kiss, then a warm hug.

“Everyday with you feels like honeymoon to me.” - you smiled warmly at him and pulled back a little to kiss him again.

“I love you. I love you, carino. I wish I could put it into words how much I love you.”

You smiled slyly and ran your forefinger softly across his jawline.

“Maybe if you’re that bad with words, you could show me after dinner.”

Jake chuckled and buried his face into your neck as he lifted you up to spin you around once.

“I’ll be more than happy to, muneca.”

-----

Six months later you got married. You didn’t want a big ceremony, and Jake didn’t really have a family, so it was only yours and your closest friends. You celebrated in a very elegant hotel’s restaurant and had an amazing party on the rooftop. Everything was perfect and you never felt happier. 

Jake of course didn’t want to rob you of a real honeymoon. He let Marc and Steven have the body for most of the time for weeks after the wedding and he only visited you during the nights when the other two were asleep. He was back in their flat by the morning so his headmates won’t suspect anything.

In the meantime, he mentally prepared himself to take the body for five days straight.

Marc and Steven will be confused as hell once he lets them front again, but Jake deserved this, you deserved this, so it will happen and even you couldn’t change his mind when you asked him if it was a good idea and wanted to convince him that a silly honeymoon wasn’t as important as his mental health.

But it was for his mental health.

He was a husband now and his duty was to make his wife happy and keep her satisfied.

So that’s what he did. 

He never took so many pictures in his entire life than when he was on the Canary Islands with you. You were radiating with happiness the entire time and your joy was infectious. When you were happy Jake was happy and taking you here was worth every penny. Even if he was stressing himself out every night, fearing his control of the body would slip out his hands during the nights. But if Marc managed to control Steven during his sleep, Jake will be able to do it too. He practiced it in the past, and he will do everything in his power to keep the reins.

Your pout was cute when you arrived back in New York so he promised you he will take you on a vacation somewhere nice every year. He didn’t miss your grateful, but concerned look as you caressed his cheek with your thumbs, gently brushing them over the dark circles under his eyes.

“Take as much rest as you need, Jake, okay? This was the most wonderful week of my life, so thank you.” - you pulled him in for a kiss. - “You’re taking such good care of me. But I want you to take care of yourself too, alright?”

He nodded then he touched his forehead against yours.

“I just wish I didn’t have to leave you so many times.”

“You are not leaving me, baby. You’re just taking small breaks… from dealing with my ass.” - you joked, even if in reality he was dealing with his alters’.

“Mi amor, your ass is a burden I will gladly carry.” - he murmured against your lips as he squeezed your asscheeks playfully.

-----

Jake knew he had to reveal himself to Marc and Steven now. He was married now and if he wanted to give you a somewhat normal life, his alters had to at least know about your existence. 

The boys took his introduction quite well. Better than he expected. They were suspicious of a third alter lurking in the body, so when Jake revealed himself they were more relieved than upset.

But Jake didn't know what he got himself into. If he was afraid of the hierarchy of the system before, that was nothing compared to the way his headmates treated him now.

It was everybody’s worst nightmare.

He technically became the youngest sibling.

“Let’s order a pizza.” 

‘We Brits always get bullied for our terrible food choices and here you are Marc, always wanting to eat a bloody pizza.’

‘How about burritos?’ - Jake suggested.

“hOw AbOuT bUrRiToS? How about you let the grown men decide?” - Marc said, grabbing his phone to open a food app.

Jake growled annoyed.

‘I’m technically as old as Steven.’

‘Nah, mate, I’m like 5 minutes older than you.’

‘Me estás bromeando?! You two act like fucking 5 years olds I swear to god.’

“Aww, look at who’s throwing a hissy fit.” - Marc taunted.

‘I’m not!’

‘You are.’

‘Am not!”

“You are.”

Jake had enough and forced himself to the front.

“Ehehehe.”

‘Hey what the fuck? We don’t do that here!’ - Marc yelled.

“Gonna cry?” - Jake asked as he searched for the place that sells the best burritos in town.

‘I don’t get any respect in this body.’

‘Maybe if you wouldn’t act like you’re the boss of this body.’ - Steven said annoyed.

‘I AM the boss of this body! I’m the original!’

“What are you trying to say? We’re just cheap copies of you?”

‘Duh! Lamer and less handsome!’

‘Jake? Order a protein shake for the gymbruv, will you? Maybe he’ll calm down.’

‘You take his side, Steven? You’re teaming up against me? Little shits, both of you.’

“Don’t worry hermano, I order a Hawaiian pizza for you.”

‘EWWW!’

-----

Introducing you next took a little bit more time. Jake was afraid of two things: the boys won’t like you. Or the boys will like you too much.

You were his wife. If Marc and/or Steven don’t like you, Jake of course won’t divorce you. But what if they want to date too? What if you saw his body walking on the street with another person hand in hand?

He didn’t think this through. You should’ve met the others before he proposed to you. But you made him so happy and you said yes so eagerly. It was so perfect. But what if…?

“Talk to me, Lockley.” - you said when you saw him start spiraling.

He shook his head, nervously, but then looked up at you from the couch.

“I love you, you know that right?”

“I know. And I love you too.”

“But what if they don’t? What if they wanna see someone else?”

“Well, that someone else has to get through me first. I was here first. If Marc or Steven wanna date someone else I respect that. But they have to respect that you have someone for yourself too.” - you climbed in Jake’s lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. - “And you can be sure as hell that I ain’t going nowhere.”

“Muneca…” - Jake growled as he pulled you closer then kissed you. - “You’re hot when you’re possessive.”

“What about you? What if I meet them and they like me?”

“I’m gonna make sure they remember that you were my wife first.” - he kissed you deeply, licking into your mouth greedily then sucking on your lips as he pulled away.

“Papi… you’re hot when you’re possessive.”

-----

“Really?!” - you asked excited, eyes shining brightly.

Jake said that he still wasn’t quite ready for you to meet the guys, but he was ready to compromise. He told you where Steven worked so you could take a look at him, and observe him, so when you meet him officially, you won’t be meeting a total stranger. If you feel positive about the meeting you can do the same with Marc.

But seeing your radiating smile he knew the only thing he had to worry about is his headmates actually wanting you for themselves. If Jake can’t resist you, there’s no way the other two can. They’re gonna be all over you and Jake will have to fight for every second of alone time with you.

This was confirmed after Steven couldn’t shut the fuck about a woman he saw in his group as he was guiding the people through the museum. According to him she is the prettiest girl he had ever seen and her smile brightened his day. Unfortunately, he saw a wedding ring on her finger so he decided against going over to her to talk, before he made a fool out of himself.

‘You should’ve gone for it, buddy. Maybe the ring wouldn’t have stopped her.’

‘Andate a la concha de tu madre!’ - Jake hissed out of reflex.

‘Huh?’

Jake froze. He had to remind himself that while Marc was talking about you, he didn’t know he was talking about you. 

‘I mean… maybe you watch too much porn, hombre. Not every married person is out there to cheat.’

‘And how would you know that?’

‘I uh… read it.’

‘Uhuh. Okay. Well, you can never know. Maybe she is for the streets.’

‘Vete a la mierda!’

‘Seriously, Jake, what the fuck?’

-----

After having to endure Steven’s daydreams about you - which Jake should take as a compliment, really, but at the same time he is still having fantasies about doing the dirty with his wife - Jake was a bit more reluctant to tell you where Marc worked as a security guard.

“Ooohhh, are you afraid he can steal me from you?” - you teased.

Jake snorted.

“Yeah, right. Emotionally unavailable is just your type.”

“Maybe I like challenges.”

“Maybe Marc likes to fuck and dip.” 

“Maybe he just needs a proper wifey who keeps him satisfied.”

“Maybe my proper wifey should keep me satisfied.” - he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him as you giggled.

“Maybe if my hubby gives me the address I need, I’ll let him do nasty things to me.”

“Maybe if my wife let me do nasty things to her, I’ll give her the address she needs.”

You pouted, but kissed him. 

“You’re sexy when you don’t give in so easily.” - you murmured against his lips as your hands slid down his torso to unbuckle his belt.

“You’re sexy when you do.” - he smirked, watching as you sank down to your knees.

-----

“I’m telling you, guys. She was eyeing me the whole time.” - Marc said between bites as he was eating his lunch at their flat.

‘Did you talk to her?’ - Jake asked. He knew his headmate didn’t, you already spoke to him about what happened when you went to the coffee shop near Marc’s workplace.

“Didn’t have the chance. She was in the other line, and there were quite a lot of people between us. But she had a wedding band too, like Steven’s girl.”

‘Maybe she was staring at you, because she thought you were me and she recognized us from the museum.’

“What did she look like?” 

Steven gave a description about your appearance. 

Marc gulped down the food.

“That’s her.”

Steven smiled brightly and hopefully.

“She’s married, buddy.” - Marc reminded him.

‘And since when do you care about that?’ - Jake asked with an eye roll.

“Steven does.” - he pointed to their headmate in a nearby mirror’s reflection.

Steven had a sad pout on his face. His shoulders sagged and he fiddled with his fingers, a habit he did unconsciously when he was anxious or sad. 

‘I don’t know how long I can go like this.’ - he admitted.

Jake and Marc looked at him concerned.

“Like what?”

‘Without a girlfriend.’

Jake looked at Marc and the latter sighed.

“Listen, buddy. I’m gonna be honest with you. I don’t think there is someone out there for us. I mean… look at us. We’re a package deal.”

‘We will never know if we don’t try!’ - Steven tried to reason.

“What if I don’t wanna try?”

‘Don’t tell me you don’t want someone here who waits for us when we come home after work. Or don’t want someone to lay down next to in the evenings. Or wake up next to in the mornings. Or hold their hand while we walk? Cuddle while we watch the telly?’

“I never said I don’t want that, Steven. I’m saying there’s a thin chance we ever get to experience that.”

‘Give me the body.’

Marc narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but let Steven have the control.

He pulled out his phone, opened the app store and searched for Tinder. 

Jake’s eyes widened.

‘What are you doing?’

“Getting us a date.”

‘Whoah, okay, let’s wait a minute, you didn't even ask me…’

“Why? You don’t want a girlfriend?”

‘I uh… I uh…’

‘Jake is right. We have to talk about this first. You wanna put everything on our profile? Like… everything?’ - Marc asked, gesturing to the three of them.

“Why not? That way only the ones who are really interested will message us.”

‘I’m not sure about this…’ - Marc admitted.

“Well, I am.” - Steven said, hitting download. - “We’re 38 years old. Sorry that I’m trying to be happy. I know being single works for you, but it doesn’t work for me. And you’re not alone in this body.”

‘Steven. Don’t open that app.’ - Jake warned.

Steven opened it.

‘Delete it. I’m serious!’ - Jake said more aggressively.

“Sorry! I can’t hear you! I’m too busy setting up our profile!” - Steven said, typing fast.

Jake growled, and forced himself to the front. Steven’s eyes rolled back and suddenly he was locked inside.

Jake deleted it.

‘What the fuck, mate?!’

“We don’t need a fucking girlfriend!” - Jake yelled, frustrated.

‘WHY?!’

“Because we’re already married!”

The boys froze.

Then Marc shook his head. 

‘I’m sorry, can you repeat that? I think I heard you say that we’re married.’

Jake looked at the reflections in the mirror with a serious look.

“I am.” 

Marc started laughing in disbelief. Steven was still frozen with a shocked look.

‘And when did this happen?’

“Three months ago. I proposed to her six months before that. On our one year anniversary.”

Marc and Steven’s jaws dropped. That was way before they even met Jake.

“I met her in a restaurant. She owns it. She sometimes helps the staff when it’s a busy shift. That’s how I met her. She waited my table a few times. I was lonely and she was always so nice. Listened to me when I thought I had no one to talk to. And… one day I asked her out. I still don’t know how I got the courage. But… she said yes and the rest is history.”

They boys remained silent for a long time.

‘Wow…’ - was all that Marc could say.

A smile slowly appeared on Steven’s face.

‘A… wife? You’re married? We’re married?’

“I’m married.”

‘We have a wife?’

“I have a wife.”

‘Yeah… until you tell her about us. Good luck with th-’

“She already knows about both of you.” - Jake cut Marc off.

The boys froze again.

“And you both already met her, actually.”

‘We did? WHEN?!’ - Steven asked, trying to remember.

Jake walked to the bedroom, opened his drawer and pulled out a little box. He opened it and Marc and Steven’s eyes widened as Jake put on his wedding ring. When Jake looked up into the mirror with a smirk, they realized.

‘IT’S THE WOMAN FROM THE MUSEUM AND THE COFFEE SHOP?! PLEASE TELL ME WE’RE MARRIED TO THE WOMAN FROM THE MUSEUM?!’ - Steven asked with an excited smile.

Jake chuckled. 

“Sí. She’s my one and only.”

‘Wow… no wonder she eyefucked me.’ - Marc said.

“She didn't.” - Jake narrowed his eyes.

‘She licked her lips when she looked at the curve of my ass.’

Jake winced a bit.

“Well, yeah, okay, she does that.”

‘Wifey was hungry.’

“Don’t call her that.”

‘Why? She’s married to us.’

“To me. She’s married to me. She didn’t even talk to any of you.”

‘But she knows about us. Knows about the package deal. Meaning when she said yes to you, she also said yes to us.’ - Marc smirked.

‘He’s right Jake. Let us meet her.’

“Now wait a minute-”

‘No! I can’t believe you managed to hide her from us for so long!’ - Steven pointed a finger at him.

Jake huffed as he crossed his arms.

‘Orrr, you’re full of shit.’ - Marc accused.

“Que?”

‘Prove it that she’s our wife.’

Jake lifted his hand and pointed at his wedding ring with the other.

‘That’s just a ring. Show us a picture of her. Where she’s with you.’

Jake pulled out his phone, unlocked it, opened the gallery, then closed it immediately.

‘What?’

“Uhhh… maybe there are pictures I don’t wanna show you… yet.”

Marc and Steven looked at each other confused, then they realized. They started giggling.

‘Come on, buddy, she’s our wife, right? We’re gonna see everything sooner or later…’

“I don’t want to show you without her permission.”

‘He’s right, Marc. I don’t want to upset her.’

“Can you guys… not look for a sec? I'm gonna put them in a folder real quick, then I’ll show you the rest.”

‘Finnneee.’ - Marc sighed. - ‘Are there videos too?’

‘Marc!’ - Steven scolded him.

“Yep.” - Jake confirmed.

‘Cool.’ - Marc smirked.

Jake spent long minutes moving the pics and videos.

‘Jesus, you guys are that nasty?’

“What can I say? The camera loves her.”

Steven and Marc chuckled, then when Jake gave them the green light, they focused on the phone.

First he showed them some casual photos, from the time when you two started dating. Most of them were selfies you or Jake took, where you both were smiling to the camera. On some of them Jake was kissing your cheek or you acted like you wanna bite him. 

On some of them you were alone, with Jake holding your hand. You were smiling warmly at the camera and your engagement ring was shining brightly in the elegant restaurant’s lights.

Then there were the wedding photos. All of them were taken by a professional and they were beautiful. Steven audibly marveled at your dress and the way you looked. He would be lying if he said seeing you and Jake - his body - together like this didn’t affect him. As a couple. As bride and groom. As wife and husband. It was everything he ever dreamed of. He was just sad he didn’t witness any of it.

Marc was very quiet, but Jake and Steven could tell he was laser focused on every detail - both on what was on the pictures and what Jake was telling them. 

It felt surreal seeing himself like this. It wasn’t really him, but at the same time it was. He could see that Jake was tearing up as he watched you walk down the aisle and Marc wondered what he felt in those moments, what thoughts were racing inside his head. He wondered if he could ever experience them himself.

There were photos of the reception. Of you two cutting up the wedding cake and serving them to the guests, of your first dance and the party you had after.

“There are videos too, but they are on a pendrive. It’s in her flat.”

‘Do you think she’ll let us watch them?’ - Steven asked. 

“Of course, Steven. I know I hid myself and her from you for a long time, but she knows a lot about you two. She cares about both of you just like I do.”

‘Why did you wait so much to reveal yourself to us?’ - Marc asked quietly. It was like he was afraid his voice would break if he spoke louder.

“I don’t know. I was afraid I guess. I saw you guys were very out of it when Steven learned about you. I didn’t want to cause a bigger mess. Then when you got comfortable with each other I didn’t want to fuck it up.”

‘You’re just as important, Jake. I hope you can see that now.’ - Marc said and Steven nodded along.

Jake smiled.

“I know. She’s the reason I wasn’t so lonely, though. It’s hard to connect with the world when you don’t know where you belong in it. But she helped me figure it out.” 

‘I’m glad you had her.’ - Steven said.

Jake started fiddling with his phone and bit his lower lip repeatedly. 

“You can too, you know.” - he finally said.

When neither of them reacted, he elaborated.

“We talked a lot about you guys. I obviously didn’t tell her everything about us. Like… what caused Marc’s DID and stuff. But she knows we’re a system and I told her about you both. What you’re like, what you do, what your hobbies are, favourtie food, you know, general stuff. And the reason you both saw her was because she wanted to meet you. I wanted to tell you about her then introduce her, but I wanted her to see you first. So when she meets you for the first time she won’t be meeting total strangers. We talked about your reactions too. That maybe you won’t like her or something. She’s okay with that. She says it’s okay if you start dating others. But she’s not gonna leave me. So if you do start dating someone else, she expects you to be honest with them and tell them about her and I. And I expect the same. I’m in love with her. I wouldn't have married her if I wasn't. So if someone has anything against her, they’re gone. I don’t care if you like that or not. She’s my wife. A random chick can’t come before her.”

‘That’s totally reasonable. I understand and respect it.’ - Steven said.

Marc was silent for a while before he spoke and Jake let him sort his thoughts out.

‘What if we like her, though?’

“I mean… we talked about that too. And she prefers that version.”

‘What about you?’

“Me too, obviously. I hate the thought of her having to watch you kiss someone else.”

‘What about you having to see her kiss us?’ 

“Guys, I know we like to annoy each other and give each other hell, but contrary to popular belief I love both of you. And I want you to be happy.”

Marc and Steven smiled, then their lips transformed into smirks.

‘Sooo, when can we meet her?’

-----

You were sitting on your couch, scrolling through Instagram reels with the TV on in the background on a late afternoon when you heard a knock on your door.

You smiled brightly when you saw through the peephole that it was Jake, holding a huge bouquet of red roses.

“Oohh, what did I do to deserve this?” 

“Hello!” - he waved at you and before he could answer you grabbed him by his collar and pulled him inside, shutting the door loudly.

“You’re the best husband, you know that?” - you said just before you kissed him.

You felt him jump, but you ignored it and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

As your breasts pushed up against his chest, your fingers got lost in the hair on the back of his head, and you moaned into the kiss, you felt him melt against you and one of his arms wrap around your waist to keep you close.

‘Damn, does she greet you like this everytime?’ - Marc asked.

‘Mostly. When I don’t piss her off with my bullshit.’ - Jake grinned.

‘I can’t wait to see her face when she realizes that her tongue is down Steven’s throat and not yours.’

Jake laughed and it was so loud in Steven’s head that he came to his senses and pulled away.

He had a silly smile on his face while his expression looked like he was hypnotized.

You were grinning wickedly and your hands started caressing his chest.

“Why didn’t you use your keys, silly? Did you lose them? Want me to help you find them?” - you purred as one of your hands slid over his abs then to the pocket of his pants, then…

Steven quickly grabbed your wrist with a breathy chuckle.

“Whoa there, love. Let’s slow down a little, yeah?”

You looked at him silly when you heard his accent, then your eyes widened.

“Oh my God!” - you gasped.

‘There it is.’ - Marc smirked. 

‘I wish we had this on camera.’

“Nice to meet you!” - Steven said dreamily and licked his lips, his eyes moving to yours.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I thought you were my husband!”

“Technically I am.” - he grinned, lifting his hand up. The wedding ring was shining proudly on his finger.

You giggled awkwardly as you stepped back and took the flowers from him.

“Well, uh… thank you for the roses.”

“You’re welcome, love. I’m gonna make sure to buy you more seeing how much you like them.”

You laughed embarrassed again as you walked to the kitchen and started filling a vase with water.

“So, uh… you’re Steven, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Nice to finally meet you.” - you smiled at him, trying to ignore the fact that one minute ago you were kissing him. Deeply. With tongue. And moaning against him like a whore.

Steven looked at your outstretched hand with a frown.

Yeah, there’s no way he’s gonna greet his wife with a handshake.

He grabbed it to pull you closer and he hugged you tightly. He felt you tense up for a second, but then he sighed relieved when he felt you relax against him and hug him strongly.

When he pulled away after a few seconds, he had a giddy smile on his face again.

“Would you go on a date with me?”

Your eyes widened, and you laughed, surprised.

‘Someone’s impatient.’ - Marc commented.

“I mean… you don’t have to if you don’t wa-mmppfff”

You kissed Steven again. You’re gonna ask questions later.

-----

The date went well.

Steven took you out to a steakhouse right after you met him. He was so patient while he waited for you to get ready. He was a proper gentleman. Jake was too, but he liked to shittalk a lot. That earned him the punishment of his mouth being treated as a seat after. Now that you think about it, maybe he did that on purpose.

Steven was so much of a gentleman that it made you wanna dirty him up. He was so giddy and happy through the whole date. He told you about how Jake finally confessed that he had a wife. The thought of him being afraid of you seeing his face on Tinder made you laugh. Yeah, he knows you’d kick his ass.

You shouldn’t be thinking of riding Steven’s dick right after the first date, but you could see the way he was looking at you. With a mix of adoration, disbelief and barely contained lust.

So that’s how you ended up sitting in Steven’s lap on your bed, with him sucking on your tits and nipples, drooling all over them, while you were rubbing yourself on his hard cock, through your clothes.

The second you kissed him after walking in the apartment, you pushed hím against the door and kissed him deeply. You opened Pandora’s box apparently, because in that second he became shameless. He dragged your shirt over your head and yanked down your bra until your breasts were freed and he immediately attacked them with his mouth. You were sure he wanted to suck your soul out through your nipples, which was okay, because that’s what you’re gonna do later with his cock.

“Pretty, pretty wifey.” - he growled then licked your nipple and started dragging your pants down.

You wondered if Marc had a wife kink since Jake and Steven obviously did.

You got up from his lap to quickly get rid of your clothing and Steven did the same. When you wanted to climb on him again, you saw that his gaze zeroed down on your cunt. Suddenly he pulled one of your thighs over his shoulder and licked your slit, forcing his tongue between your wet lips and he groaned loudly when the tip of his tongue found your hole. He pushed it all the way inside, licking your walls and grabbing your asscheeks hard to pull you closer.

You moaned in surprise and pleasure, throwing your head back with a moan when his nose brushed against your clit.

“Fuck, Steven!”

Your fingers gripped his curls for stability, and you started moving your hips.

Steven lifted his chin, trying to open his jaw wider to make his tongue slip as deep as humanly possible. Your taste and scent were intoxicating and the way you clenched your cunt made his eyes roll back inside his head. He can’t wait to feel it with his cock. He replaced his tongue with one, two then three of his fingers while his mouth possessively sucked on your clit. He teased it with his tongue and he chuckled deeply when it caused you to cry out and pull on his hair so hard that it made goosebumps appear on his skin.

He didn't stop his assault on your pussy until you came all over his fingers and mouth, and he promised you could give him a blowjob next time when you slid down on your knees, but he yanked you up and made you straddle hím impatiently.

“If I don’t come in your pussy, I will die.” - he groaned as he helped you sink down on his cock. - “Fuuuck, love… that’s… fuck, that’s a good wifey, taking it all.”

“Oh, Steven…” - you pulled him in for a kiss and you started riding him slowly. - “You’re so deep, baby, just how I like it.”

“Is that right?” - he asked. One of his arms slid around your waist and the other was holding one of your breasts so he can suck on your nipple greedily, making you whine.

“Yeah… Shit, you’re a hungry one, aren't you?” - you chuckled, seeing how obsessed he was with your boobs.

He only nodded with a drunk expression as he switched to your other breast. He was steadily fucking up into you as you moved your hips back and forth and his tip was prodding that familiar spot only Jake was able to reach before.

When Steven heard you start whimpering he kissed his way up your chest and neck to your jaw, cheeks and mouth. Your nipples must've been sensitive after all the attention he was giving them.

“I’ve been thinking about this since the day I saw you in the museum.” - he admitted before he kissed you deeply. 

He felt your pussy clench around him and he groaned, fucking up into you harder.

“I was always afraid that I'd never be able to have a girlfriend. Let alone a wife. With my sleeping problems. With my memory losses. With Marc being a part of me. Then Jake. And when I saw you I remember thinking how much I wished I had someone like you waiting for me at home.”

“Steven…” - you felt your eyes well up with tears, both from the pleasure and the thought of such a sweet man feeling lonely.

“And now here you are.” - his hands grabbed your hips hard, to thrust into you faster. - “Stepping out of my dreams.”

“If you only had known that I was ready to love you from the beginning.” - you whispered sincerely and saw his eyes soften as he let out a quiet gasp. He then shut his eyes tightly, pushed his face into your neck and started fucking into you wildly, cumming into you deeply.

Your own orgasm hit you and you threw your head back with a cry, grinding down on him as hard as you can.

You hugged his neck tightly as you both came down from your highs, and you felt his arms wrap around your waist just as strong.

“Thank you. Thank you.” - he panted softly.

“For what?” - you chuckled.

“For existing.” 

You cupped his face to make him look up at you. There were tears in his eyes and you kissed both of his eyelids.

“In that case, thank you for existing too.”

-----

After cleaning up, you cuddled close to Steven and he smiled as you wrapped your arms around each other.

“I’ve never slept with someone like this.” - he confessed.

“You better get used to it.” - you kissed his nose. - “Fair warning though, I hog the blanket and I snore loudly, so I’m not the best person to experience this with for the first time.”

Steven laughed and pecked your cheek. He loved that finally he had someone he could do that to. Kiss them, hug them, touch them… love them.

“You are. It would be a bit boring if you were too perfect.” 

“You don’t have to worry about that.” - you chuckled quietly and nuzzled his cheek as you closed your eyes. - “I snore when I’m on my back, so just roll me to my side and I’ll stop.”

“Noted.” - he grinned widely, then hummed. - “I don’t know if I snore.”

“You do. Well, Jake does. But it’s quiet. Cute. He told me I sound like a bear. With asthma. After it run a marathon. On a flower field. Which it’s allergic to.”

“Rude!” 

“Right?!”

“Yes. I will defend your honor when I meet him.”

“Well, you never heard me snore.”

“Maybe he’s lying.”

“He made a video of me sleeping once. I don’t think I sounded like a bear.”

“See? I knew it.”

“It was more like an old tractor with an engine problem.” 

Steven laughed out loud, but tried to muffle it by putting his hand in front of his mouth. You giggled too and felt yourself grin widely when he looked at you. He looked so happy, it made your heart feel full.

He kissed your lips lightly and moved closer to you as he hugged you again. You lifted one of your legs over his and he pushed his between yours so you could be as close as possible.

“I don’t know if I will be here in the morning. How did Jake manage to keep you a secret from us? Did he not sleep with you?”

“He usually left after I fell asleep. Then he told me he practiced how to keep control, so sometimes he stayed. Like on our honeymoon.” 

Steven kissed you again, softly.

“You’ll always have one of us here from now on. You don’t have to wake up alone anymore. None of us have to.”

“I like the sound of that.”

-----

Just as Steven promised, you weren’t alone in the morning. But it wasn’t him who was with you.

You opened your eyes after a big yawn, then you turned your head to the side, and smiled when two warm brown orbs looked back at you.

“So I assume the date went well, hermosa.”

“Hello, husband.” - you grinned and rolled over to him to hug and kiss him.

Jake pulled you close then pushed you onto your back and kissed you in a possessive way.

“Does my little wife feel better now that she could finally fuck one of my brothers?”

You chuckled and wrapped your legs around his waist.

“A bit better, yeah.”

“Insatiable.” - he started grinding his hips against yours and you smiled wider when his erection poked your thigh. 

“Maybe you should do something about it. You know the saying. Happy wife, happy life.” - you said in a sultry voice, reaching down and wrapping your hand around his cock.

“Nice way of putting how much of a needy slut you are.” - he growled as he grabbed your neck and forced you to look at him. - “I’m gonna remind you who you first belonged to.” 

Jake pushed your hand away from his cock and while still holding you down by your neck with his other hand, he pushed himself on his knees.

“Open your legs.” - he ordered. - “Wider.”

You whined when you felt a shudder run through you at the sound of his voice. He moved his tip along your folds, teasing your hole and clit.

“Already getting wet. Always a needy mess. A hungry little whore.”

“Jake, please!”

“Begging already? I taught you better than that.” - he spat on your pussy and smeared it all over with his tip.

You moved your hips needily and Jake couldn't help but chuckle seeing how much you want his cock in you.

He slowly pushed inside and looked at your face, smirking when he saw your eyes roll back and a low moan escape your lips.

“That’s better, right? Daddy’s home.” - he murmured as he pulled out a little, then pushed back in, deeper.

“Missed you, daddy.” - you sighed, wrapping your legs around his waist strongly, urging him to go deeper.

He rolled his hips harder and you both moaned deeply when he bottomed out. He leaned down to kiss you.

“Are you sure, muneca? Looks like you had a lot of fun last night.” - he said, and licked the hickeys Steven left all over your breasts. - “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Y…yes.”

“And you still missed me?”

“Yes.”

“Hmmm, show me how much.”

He pushed himself up suddenly and stopped thrusting.

When you looked at him confused he clarified.

“Fuck yourself on my cock.”

You licked your lips and put your feet on the mattress, then started moving your hips slowly. Jake watched as your pussy swallowed his cock and he growled deeply. 

“Do you think you can cum like this?”

You nodded and started playing with your clit. Jake felt you get wetter and he had a hard time staying still, but he really enjoyed watching you like this. You were whining needily, but there was a determined look in your eyes. Sometimes you quickened the pace and then slowed down, sighing deeply, and Jake felt his hips start to move too, out of instinct.

“Fuuuuck…” - you moaned deeply and Jake chuckled, seeing how much you enjoyed yourself.

He saw you start to play with your clit faster and your eyes fluttered close.

“Wifey’s gonna cum.” - he growled. - “Go ahead, make a mess on my cock.” - he started thrusting into you hard and you cried out when the pleasure snapped suddenly and an intense orgasm washed over you. Jake followed only seconds later with loud moans and curses.

“Hmmm, good morning.” - he murmured against your neck, making you giggle.

“Good morning.” - you kissed his cheek. - “Gimme a few seconds and I make breakfast.” - you closed your eyes.

“I help you.” - he yawned.

“Okay.”

About two minutes later both of you fell asleep.

-----

A few more days have passed before you met Marc. While he was excited to meet you, he was also a bit anxious, afraid that maybe you won’t like him. But Jake and Steven were different too and yet you were always happy with whoever was fronting. 

And it was easier that Jake already talked about him to you and that you knew about almost everything. He didn’t feel like he has to put on a false act like when he was on other first dates just to impress the women.

Jake came up with the “perfect date” (his words, but he also had a mysterious grin which Marc didn’t like) where Marc and you could get to know each other a little bit better. Marc instantly felt better when Jake said it’s gonna be at your flat (that you shared with Jake) and that it was just watching the upcoming NFL game. Marc liked football and apparently you too. He didn’t have to worry about not being able to find a topic you were both interested in. 

Marc knocked on the door and this time when you opened it, you resisted the urge to jump their body and push your tongue down their throat. He bought you a big bouquet of pink roses and you giddily accepted it with a hug and a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you. You guys spoil me.” - you beamed and Marc blushed.

Blushed!

You quickly put the bouquet into a vase and while Marc sat down on the couch he happily noticed that all of his favourite snacks were on the table along with his preferred beer. 

He grinned widely.

“I’ll be right back, I’ll just change quickly!” - you hurried to the bedroom and when you passed him, you rubbed his shoulder warmly.

“Take your time.” - he looked at the coffee table again, pleased. - “Did Jake tell you what to buy?”

“Yeah! He even gave me a list! He really wants me to impress you.” - you answered from the bedroom, giggling nervously.

“You really don’t have to, sweetheart. You already have me hooked around your little… what in the actual fu-?!”

You grimaced seeing his reaction. You slowly approached the couch, but Marc pointed a finger at you.

“What the hell is that?”

“I’m so sorry!” 

“This is a prank, right?”

“I’m afraid it’s not.”

“No, this can’t be real. Jake set this up.”

“No, this is me. I’m… I’m sorry.”

“Are you kidding me?”

You shook your head, still grimacing.

“I… I… please tell me this is a bad dream.”

You shook your head again.

“Jake married… Jake married… a fucking cheesehead?!” - Marc asked incredulously as he stared at your Green Bay Packers jersey.

“If it makes you feel better, I love Jake despite the fact that he lives with a little Chicago Bear in his head.”

Marc couldn't take his eyes off of your jersey. You were sure he imagined setting it on fire.

“I’ll kill him.”

“Hey-!”

“Not because of… that.” - Marc gestured to the shirt. - “I mean I’m not happy! - he added heatedly. - “But for this!” - he pointed to the table. - “I’m not gonna lie, I was hoping for a little action tonight, but Jake decided that our first date should start with traumatizing me with this info!”

You looked at him annoyed and folded your arms across your chest.

“A little action, huh? What do you take me for? A little slut you can trade among yourselves?”

Marc looked to the floor sheepishly.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting it, obviously. It’s just… you and Steven did it on your first date and…”

“I have dignity.”

“Clearly not since you’re wearing that!”

Your jaw dropped. 

“I’m sorry! It was… the Bear inside me. It just slipped.”

“Fuck you and fuck your bear!”

“You know what? Screw you and your fucking cheese!”

“When I met Jake, him having DID wasn’t a deal breaker for me, but when he told me you’re a Bear fan I considered dumping him!”

“If I had known the woman he planned to marry was a smelly cheesehead, I would’ve hijacked the body on the wedding day and fled to TIJUANA!”

“Go ahead, WINNIE THE POOH!”

“Not before I file for divorce!”

“Go and marry CINDY BEAR!”

“If I’m Winnie the Pooh, how the fuck am I supposed to marry CINDY?!”

“I don’t know, KING FU PANDA!”

“This doesn't make any sense, you’re just randomly yelling out famous bear characters!”

“You can fuck them too for all I care!”

Marc sucked his lips between his teeth to keep himself from laughing. He was mad! Why did he have the urge to laugh? He suddenly snorted, then he shook his head.

“Okay, okay, okay… let’s just… calm down.”

“I was calm before you started shit-talking me!” - you yelled.

Marc winced.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I was just uh… surprised.”

“Duh.”

“Why don’t we just uh… sit down and uh… watch the game? It’s gonna start soon.” - he said as he slowly sat down while gesturing to the other end of the couch.

You narrowed your eyes, but slowly sat down too.

“See? This is nice. Cold beer, favourite snacks, game night… football fan girlfriend… wife… thingy.”

“Thingy?”

“Uuhh…”

“You know what, if I ran into a man and a bear in the woods I’ll just go and find a puma.”

“Okay, now you’re just pissing me off on purpose! I’m trying here!”

You acted like you readjusted your jersey and your hair and you murmured something.

“What?”

More murmuring.

When Marc just stared at you, you huffed dramatically.

“I said I’m sorry!”

“Oh? So you know the word.”

“You started this whole fight with your ‘eww I can’t believe my girlfriend is a cheesehead’ shit.”

“You couldn’t believe that your boyfriend is a Bear fan!”

“But I accepted it!”

“You had a little bit more time.” - Marc said through gritted teeth.

“Okay… you know what? You’re right. You’re trying, I’ll give you that.” - you opened a beer and gave it to Marc, which he cautiously accepted, then you opened one for yourself too. - “Let’s just watch the game in peace and try to enjoy ourselves.”

“Cheers.”

-----

That lasted about twenty minutes, up until the Bears scored the game’s first points. Marc fisted the air with a ‘hell yeah’ and you growled.

“I fucked Jake while he was wearing this jersey.” 

Marc’s head snapped to you.

“You didn’t.”

“I did. I told him to try it on and he looked so good in it I had to ride him. Right where you’re sitting.”

“That jersey…” - he pointed at you - “...was on this body?!” - he pointed at himself.

“Yep!”

“You did that on purpose.” - he growled.

“Totally.” - you grinned proudly.

“Okay, that’s it.” - he said as he stood up and finished his beer.

“Aww, poor little baby bear had enough?”

“Yep.” - he slammed the empty bottle on the coffee table then stood up, turned towards you and started unbuckling his belt.

Your eyes widened.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m shutting you up so I don’t have to listen to all that shit that’s coming out of your mouth.” - he said, pulling down his zipper.

Marc saw you squeeze your thighs together. The jersey you were wearing was oversized and reached your thighs, but you were wearing such short shorts under it that Marc first thought you were naked from the waist down. You did that on purpose. He knew you did.

“If you think I’m gonna fuck a Bear fan, you’re mistaken.”

“Who was talking about fucking, baby? You’re gonna suck me off. And if you're doing a good job, maybe you’ll have the privilege of getting fucked into the couch like the slut you are.” 

You stood up too, but before you could say anything, Marc grabbed your elbow, yanked you to him and kissed you.

He felt you freeze and when he thought you’re gonna push him away, you suddenly wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him close.

Jake told Steven and Marc that you could be a feisty one and Marc was more than happy when he saw how easy it was to get under your skin. He didn’t know you were a Packers fan, but half of his shit talk was on purpose. You were hot when you were mad.

“I can’t believe I’m kissing a fucking cheesehead.” - he growled annoyed.

“In good times and in bad, baby.” - you quoted your wedding vows to Marc and he chuckled.

“Maybe if I cum all over this piece of crap you’re wearing I’ll feel better.” - he said as he pushed down his jeans and boxer briefs and you sat back down on the couch and before he could bark out an order, you were already licking his tip then sucking it into your mouth.

Marc hummed and as he lifted his hand to push your hair out of your face, he felt his cock twitch in your mouth when the wedding band on his finger caught his eye.

“Fuck…” - he gently caressed your cheek and your eyes smiled as you swallowed more of him while you leaned towards his palm. - “That’s good, baby. That’s a good girl.” - he couldn’t help but praise you.

When you lifted your hand to wrap around his cock as you pulled back a little and he saw your ring too, he almost whined. He felt himself start to thrust slowly into your hand and mouth.

“You like sucking your husband?” - he asked as he looked into your eyes.

You could see his pupils widen when you hummed and nodded as best as you could in that position. He gasped and groaned as he picked up the pace and one of his hands slipped to the top of your head to grip your hair while his other moved to the back of your neck.

“Can you take me down your throat? Can you do that?”

You relaxed your muscles and you held his hips to make him stop thrusting then you moved your head forward, letting him slip all the way down.

Marc shut his eyes tightly with a low groan and incoherent curses. He then felt your throat squeeze him hard as you made a gagging noise.

“Fuck!” - he pulled back quickly and looked down at you in wonder when you sighed deeply then continued sucking him, setting a faster pace. - “Jake is a lucky bastard.” - he panted and you swore you could hear him whine when you moved your other hand in your shorts and panties. Marc watched you as you caressed yourself while you were sucking him.

“Does it turn you on? Does a cock in your mouth turn you on?” 

When you nodded with a moan, Marc started thrusting again.

“Of course it does. You’re my little whore. Your only job is to keep your husband satisfied.”

He saw your eyes lose focus as your hand started moving faster.

“You dripping, baby? Does my little wife get wet while sucking my cock?”

You nodded with a moan and Marc couldn’t take it anymore. He had to feel it.

He pulled out of your mouth and leaned down to take off your shorts and panties, then he pushed you back on the couch. He towered over you, spreading your knees and pushing them back towards your chest. He bit his lower lip as he caressed your folds, then when he felt how wet you were, he started to push his cock in.

You whimpered at the pressure, and Marc shushed you.

“It’s okay. You took this cock before. Your little pussy is already shaped like it.” - he slowly bottomed out and his eyes fluttered close at the warm and tight feeling. - “Gotta thank Jake that he found such a perfect cunt.”

“Maaarc…!” - you moaned when he started moving his hips. He always pulled out slowly but pushed back inside harder and harder with each thrust.

You moved back and forth on the couch, trying to hold onto something, but the only thing you felt could ground you were Marc’s arms. One of his hands was beside your head and the other was on the back of the couch, keeping himself up. One of he's knees were on the couch too, making a perfect leverage for him to fuck you senseless. 

He felt your nails scratch his skin along his triceps and he leaned down to kiss your neck and ear.

“Feels good?”

“Y…yes!”

“Best cock you ever had?”

“Yes, fuck!”

You tried to rock your hips too, but his thrusts were so rough, you could only take what he was giving you. 

He grabbed your wrist and moved your hand to your lower stomach. Your eyes widened when you felt him there.

“Holy shit, Marc!”

“Have your other husbands found your sweet spot yet?”

You looked up at him in question as you tried to not choke on your own cries.

“What spot?”

“That’s a no then.”

He carefully moved your hand on different parts of your lower belly and mound, putting pressure on them as he fucked you hard and steady.

When you let out a sound even you never knew you could make, his face lit up.

“There we go! There we go, baby. Better hold on tight.” - he warned as he increased the tempo and force and you felt the building pleasure reach deeper into your core, transforming into something even more devastating than the harbinger of the most mind blowing orgasm that you ever experienced. You panicked a little when it suddenly felt like you needed to pee.

“Wait… Marc, wait I need to…!”

“Let go. That’s all you gotta do, sweetheart.”

Even if the pleasure felt fantastic you tried to hold back. You couldn't embarrass yourself right during the first…

You felt another hand start to rub your clit and it sealed your fate.

You succumbed to pleasure and then it snapped.

It came over you with such a force that your own cries sounded like it belonged to someone else. The only other thing you heard was Marc’s possessive ‘fuck yes’, but besides that you could only feel.

The intense pleasure just flew and flew out of you with each wave, until you felt like liquid and collapsed back on the couch like a lifeless doll. You felt Marc’s thrust increase then he pulled out of you and heard him moan as something wet landed on your jersey in quick spurs.

“That was so fucking hot, baby.” - you felt him kiss your cheek lazily, pushing his forehead against your temple. 

His hot breath hit your face as he panted against you. You didn’t have the energy to open your eyes yet, but you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him close. Marc left several more kisses along your face, giving you time to come back from your high. He caressed your thighs that started to shake and he groaned softly since his softening cock was still inside you and the vibrations were overstimulating both of you.

“Gotta pull out, baby.” 

He shushed you as he slowly pulled out and chuckled deeply when he saw the mess the two of you - mostly you - made.

The couch, the floor, his jeans that were barely pushed down and the thighs of both of you were completely drenched.

“Well, well, well, look at that.” 

You slowly pushed yourself up on your elbows then sat up quickly as you realized what happened.

“Oh my God!” - you gasped. - “I… I… I’ve never done this before!”

“Gotta remind Jake that.” - Marc said smugly as he stood up, and took off his clothes. 

He saw you get embarrassed and he chuckled again. He leaned down and kissed your lips.

“It was hot, baby, don’t feel bad. Did you enjoy it?”

“I, well, it was… intense.” 

“In a good way?”

“Yeah.” - you giggled. - “Except the fear of pissing all over you.”

Marc burst out laughing and kissed you again.

“And how do we feel about this?” - he pointed to your jersey.

You looked down confused and saw that he came all over it.

“I need the light,” he repeats his pitiful excuse, “this spot is perfect.”

“And why do I have to be sitting on your lap while you paint?” 

“It’s not my lap, my love, it’s just one leg.” He tenses the muscle for emphasis.

“Laurent…”

He grins, leaning close and pressing his face to your neck and breathing deeply. “You only ever use my name when you’re annoyed.”

“I am annoyed.” You huff. 

“Hmm,” his voice rumbles in his chest pleasantly. “I like it, the tone it gives you.” 

You roll your eyes playfully. “Of course you do.” 

When he sits back, he’s beaming wickedly, “I need to be close so that I don’t strain my poor eyes.” He gestures to himself with the end of his dry paintbrush. He hasn’t even put his canvas on his easel yet. 

“You expect me to believe that?” 

“The truth?” He bats his large brown eyes at you, the image of innocence. 

You tut. “When have you ever told the truth?” 

“All the time?” He mock gasps, one hand to his chest. “You think when I profess my love to you I’m lying?”

“I think-”

“That when I tell you I would gouge out my own eyes if I couldn’t look upon your face ever again?” 

You can't help but laugh. “I think you’re dramatic. And,” he opens his mouth, but you cut him off before he can speak. “And that you have a silver tongue,” You tap the tip of his nose lightly, “that you use to get your own way.”

He smirks. “Silver tongue is it?” 

You watch him as his smile grows, trying to work out what wickedness he has in store.

“How about I show you and you can see?” He pokes out his tongue quickly and dives for you, wrapping one arm around your waist so that you can’t completely escape.

You burst into a fit of giggles, pressing one hand against his chest, the other to his forehead to stop him from licking you. “Laurent!” 

“Alright, alright,” His grin doesn’t fade, but he moves back, settling into his seat. “I’ll behave, here look,” he picks up his canvas from the floor, still keeping one arm wrapped around you, and puts it on his easel. “I’m painting.” 

You slowly lower your hands. “Of course you are.” 

He smiles as he prepares his paints, making a bit of a show of it. After a few seconds you relax a little and move back into the position he’d asked of you, with your face turned towards the window. 

The quiet grows comfortable as he begins to paint, the minutes ticking by. Every so often he lets you know with a soft word that you can move and you stretch and wiggle, taking a sip of water from the glass next to you before you get back into position. 

You readjust yourself, rolling your shoulders ever so slightly as you sit, and Laurent lets out the smallest breath. 

The sound is a little above nothing, and perhaps you would have ignored it if his fingers on your hip hadn’t tightened, if he hadn’t pushed then pulled you closer a fraction. 

“Laurent-”

“Being this close to you is painful, you know that?” He mutters, his breath thick as he stares at the canvas. He’s pretending to paint, his brush not touching the surface. 

“Why?” You ask softly, recognising the slight flush of his cheeks, the thickness to his voice. 

“Because it is.” He bites his bottom lip between his teeth. “I want to…”

You stay quiet, giving him space to voice his desires. 

“I want to…” he swallows as he puts his paintbrush down and fully takes hold of your waist with both hands. He tilts your hips gently, making you arch toward him before he pushes you back an inch on his leg. 

You gasp, biting back a moan as the thick material of his trousers and warmth of his thigh run along your core. 

Laurent groans, watching your face in awe. “That’s it, that’s what I want.” 

He pulls you closer, angling you even more so that your clit fully rubs along him. 

You whimper, grabbing hold of his shoulders, “Laurent,” your voice comes out so weak and desperate. 

“Yes, that’s it,” he pushes you again, swallowing hard. “Move with me, my love, move with me, please.” 

You do as he asks, your body following his wishes on autopilot as you rock and rub against the strong muscle of his thigh. 

Pleasure sparks up your spine as your wetness seeps into your underwear making the drag against him all the more vivid.

You press your lips together, shuddering as he urges you to rock particularly slowly and firmly. 

He tuts, taking his hand away from you so that he can press his thumb against your mouth. “Ah, none of that,” he breathes hard, sounding almost as wanton as you. “Let me hear you.”

He leans close, practically breathing in your air, rolling his hips in time with you as he gets caught up in your pleasure. 

“You’re meant to be painting.” You pant.

“You’re meant to be coming.” He moans against your lips. “Want to see you, want to paint you in the throws of ecstasy.” 

You want to bite back at him with a sharp comment, but your mind has turned to mush. All your possible thoughts are consumed with how his body feels against yours.

Your fingers dig into his shirt, screwing up the fabric as you grind.

Your breathing comes out in short gasps, your legs shaking as your stomach muscles clench the closer you're pushed to the edge.

“Please,” falls from your lips in a whimper and Laurent groans desperately. 

“Please what, my love? Whatever you want, whatever you need, I’ll give you everything your heart desires.” 

You gasp, close to sobbing as he helps you to move faster, bliss so close that it colours the edge of your vision. 

“Oh, god,” Laurent groans, his voice deep and strained, “I could, could come like this, watching you, feeling how warm you are against my skin.” 

You whine, your back arching as his words push you over the edge. Pleasure runs through you as you ride out the wave.

You gasp out his name, collapsing into his waiting embrace, breathing heavily. 

He kisses your temple, holding you close as you recover from the strength of your orgasm. 

You can feel his erection straining against his trousers.

As you sit up, mouth open about to speak, he leans forward and presses his lips to yours. He kisses you hungrily, slipping his tongue into your mouth and groaning when you reciprocate.

When you break away for air he grins, “I think we should see what other things this silver tongue of mine can do?”

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