#ahh!

her jealousy is soft at first, small ticks easily missed if you weren’t looking. the way her blue eyes would become cold like the atlantic, void of any warmth anytime another girl hugged you for a little too long, lingering touch your smooth arms, or the one time at a frat part this ellie chick your hair wrapped around a slender finger. she wouldn’t really react, besides pulling you closer to her, resting her chin on your shoulder, abby’s long fingers intertwined with yours. she knew you were gorgeous, anyone with eyes could see it, people were going to hit on you and it maybe it was annoying at times when abby just wanted you to herself, but she ignored them and just focused on you. but tonight? god, she couldn’t control it. she was failed miserably to keep her cool. it was happening right in front of her, and you weren’t dismissing ellie’s advances like you normally would. no. not at all. you were encouraging her by batting your long, luscious eyelashes at her emerald eyes. leaning away from abby and into her, letting your fingertips grazing the tattoo on her forearm as you giggle, fucking giggling, at a lame joke ellie was telling you. abby would deck her if you wouldn’t get upset about it. you’d forgive her, eventually, but abby knew some groveling would have to happen on her end. no, she wouldn’t have it this way. still, the situation nagged her in way she despised. apparently abby wasn’t giving you enough attention you had to seek it elsewhere and god, abby was going to make you regret it. baby let’s go somewhere more quiet, yeah? your little friend can even come, quietly she whispered in your ear.

it’s how you ended up in this position, getting fucked within an inch of you life, on all fours and your delicate fingers gripping the railing of the frame at the edge, headboard crashing against the wall the abby’s thrusts. lamely, ellie was fully clothed sitting in a velvet green chair placed next to the mirror, not like she could move. abby made sure of it. her brown leather belt bound ellie’s wrist so they laid flat in her lap, lust building up in her eyes as she took in the scene before her. abby’s pierced nipples on display, burly arms flexing as they gripped onto your ass, slapping every few thrusts, letting her meaty hands smooth over the sensitive area. all ellie wanted was to be in the mix, but abby would not let her. every grunt from abby’s lips made ellie’s dripping pussy clench. it wasn’t fucking fair, her keeping you like this, all to herself. the recoil of your ass and abby’s moans mixed together was enough to make ellie cum just from rubbing her thighs against each other, but the blonde’s filthy mouth only made matters worse, pushing her to the edge quicker than she would have liked. really, even expected.

“what you think she could fuck better than me, baby? is that why you were flirting with her? huh? what? too drunk on my cock you can’t fucking talk?” abby laughed before picking up her pace, a light mumble of mommy slipped past your whimpering lips, but it was loud enough for them both to hear. “that’s right, baby. mommy always has to punish you when you’re being a spoiled brat. what? you think she can fuck you like this? she’s half my size. couldn’t even pick you up even if she tried.”

ellie felt humiliated but she couldn’t stop herself from the pressure building up in the pit of her stomach. “c’mon ellie, i know you’re close. show me what a fucking loser you are and come for me. right now, baby. yeah, just like that. ruin those pretty boxers for me.” it doesn’t take anything else ellie to squirm in the chair, spurts of white, hot cum flooding her boxers, pretty eyes rolling into the back of her head as she slumped in the chair.

abby could fully focus on you now, all the attention she could give fully on you.she slipped her the strap out of your swollen, puffy pussy and made you ride her. intentionally, she wanted to punish ellie. she wanted her to see the pussy she would never have, gush over abby’s cock. your beefy girlfriend watched as you bounced on her cock, the swell of your tits bouncing rapidly as you fully sat on the girth. abby could feel the base nudge against her clit each time, her breaths becoming more erratic, watching her stupidly pretty girl chanting out mommy mommy mommy as her hips jerked sinfully. abby decided to help you, even if you didn’t deserve it.

she met you halfway, bucking her hips, meeting you with her strong thrusts as she bent her head down to suck on the perky bud. “mommy, fuck, please can i come?” but it seemed abby still had a bit of cruelness left in her. she released your nipple with a soft pop! she shoved her middle finger and ring finger into your mouth, before instructing you “suck.” abby chose to ignore you, but you obeyed. continuing to ride her cock as she made you practically gag on her long digits. when she felt like you had enough, she circled them on your clit. “you tell me, baby? do you deserve to cum?”

abby smirked as your eyebrows furrowed, trying to concentrate enough so you wouldn’t come without her permission. she’d only punish it for you later when the two of you were back at home. “i think….” abby slapped your ass with her free hand, letting her blunt fingernails digging into the delicate flesh. “you’ve been a bad girl tonight. haven’t you? what have i told you before? c’mon, let me hear it.”

“mommy only lets good girls cum.” between every word, abby delivers cruel thrusts to your cunt, making your pussy clench around her cock.

then abby was whispering in your ear, “but since we have an audience, i’ll just punish you at home, yeah?” she pauses, before she applies more pressure on your clit. “now, ride my cock like you mean it, baby.”

once your pace quicken, abby could feel the pressure build up, could feel her clit pulsating. she was close, but she needed you to cum first. need more than the air she breathed. god, she knew you were close too. you were slamming on her cock, chasing the high you could only get from abby and she knew exactly what you were craving. she removed her grip on your ass guiding you and wrapped it around your throat, applying just the amount of pressure you craved.

“yeah, is this what you needed? just needed mommy to choke you? i know, babygirl. are you going to cum for me? yeah, you are aren’t you? cum all over my cock. fuuuckkkkk, yes. yes. good girl, such a good girl for me.” you practically screamed out her name as you squirt everywhere, abby finds her release with you. abby’s thighs, yours, the sheets beneath you drenched in your sweet slick. and all ellie could do was watch as you collapse into abby’s body. your entire body shivering as you seeked comfort in your lovers’ arms. she watched as abby soothingly rubbed your back from the tip of you spine to your lower back. whispering sweet nothings in your ear, but ellie couldn’t hear them, intentional by the blonde for her not to. abby nearly crumbled as she watched abby take care of you, cleaning you up and assisting you with putting on your clothes. you sat on the edge of the bed, completely in a daze, waiting for abby.

once abby was dressed, she walked over to ellie, towering over her, sitting or standing didn’t really matter. with a mean grip, abby held ellie’s chin, applying enough pressure to get her almost bruise. “next time you flirt with my girl, it’ll be you getting fucked an inch within your life and unlike my beautiful baby, i’ll leave you alone like the dirty slut you are, unable to fucking walk, talk, move. got it?” abby left with you in her arms, but to ellie it sounded more like music to her ears.

pathetically, ellie watched as the couple walk out of the room, abby whispering in your ear as abby kissed your temple, shutting the door behind them. and then it dawned on her. she was still fucking tied up. fucking anderson.

You and Wally have been married for 5 years, known each other longer. You both met through being a part of Young Justice. I mean, instantly, you both hit it off. He made the first move. You were both 16. He proposed when you were both 20.

A few months after the wedding, you got pregnant. 8 months and 2 weeks later, you gave birth to your first baby: Arabella-Rose. Arabella had your hair color and Wally's green eyes. Oh, it was obvious Wally was in love with his baby girl. He loved to randomly call his friends and show her off to them- yet again, they didnt really mind- Arabella's truly a cute little girl. Arabella loves her daddy. Her first word was 'dada' in fact! And when she first walked- it was towards her daddy.

5 years later...

It is early morning. Its a Saturday, meaning Arabella doesnt have primary school today. Wally is still in bed, but you are making Arabella's breakfast, as she scribbles away on pieces of paper.

Suddenly, she slides you the piece of paper. You raise an eyebrow and ask, "Bella, baby, whats this?" Arabella crosses her arms and says, "Open it, mama."

You chuckle softly, expecting a cute little flower, or a picture of you and her- instead, when you open it, there is a note.

'STAY AWAEY FROM MY DADDY! MY HUZBAND!' It reads. You hold back a laugh, your eyes landing on her eyes. Beautiful emerald green- just like Wally's.

"Bella, your daddy is my husband." You tell her, before raising your hand up, gesturing to the diamond ring on your finger.

"Not anymore!" She declares as she crosses her arms. She lifts up her own hand, which has a little paper ring on one of her fingers. Arabella then stands in front of you. "Daddy is my husband now, me and him are getting married!" She says sassily. Ah yes- she definetly got the sass from you.

Just then, Wally walks into the kitchen, wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of blue shorts.

"Ayeee, there are my two favorite girls~" Wally says as he kisses your cheek. He then kneels down to Arabella's level and kisses her head and wraps her arms around her. "Morning, my speedy dove." He says, using the nickname he always uses for Arabella.

"Good morning, husband!" Arabella declares boldly, as she kisses her daddy's lips. Wally chuckles at her actions, pulling away. "Husband?" He repeats, before looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You, still being amused, yet a bit annoyed, hold up her note. He lets out a little 'ah'.

"Arabella, hunny, daddy loves you, but daddy already has a wife already. She's your mama." Wally explains as he sits down, holding Arabella's little body in his arms.

"B-B-But- what about me?! Am I nothing to you, daddy?!" Arabella says, appalled by his words. She pulls away, hitting his chest, tears welling in her eyes.

"Oh, Bella, no, no, no!" Wally says quickly, hugging her tight. "Your my daughter. My baby. My little girl." Wally rubs her back. Your heart melts at the warm sight.

"S-So daddy marry me?" She says softly, as Wally wipes her tears. "No, sweetie. It isnt daddy's job to marry you, hm? One day, when your older, you will find a nice guy. Handsome, tall, loyal- and he will marry you. Not daddy." Wally explains gently. You know the thought of Arabella marrying someone makes Wally upset and grumpy, but as much as he'd like to deny it, he knows that it'll happen one day.

Arabella wipes her tears, looking into her daddy's eyes with her own. "R-Really, daddy?" She says softly. She coos gently and cuddles him. "S-So...daddy will continue being married to mummy, and I will marry someone else?" You nod and say to her, "Pretty much. But, your not getting married yet. Enjoy childhood while it lasts, Bella." You kiss her head before sitting back down. Arabella finally smiles and giggles. "Okay mama, okay dada." Wally chuckles and says, "Good girl. Now, no more threats to mama, okay?" Arabella nods and kisses his cheek. "Okay dada. Sorry mama." She says. You chuckle and reply, "Its okay, Bella."

Wally rubs her back, before she says:

"How silly of me, marrying daddy, when I can marry Jack Grayson?!"

...Dick's son. Uh-oh. Wally instantly says: