#maya x reader

"This is my lovely partner! Look look! Aren't they so cute? We make a cute couple, don't we? And they're so funny too, and they buy me burgers whenever I want them."

"And they're so smart as well, like--" She goes on for ages rambling about you.

"Don't be jealous Nick, your time for young love has long since passed, but maybe if you try hard enough you can find someone just as amazing as my partner."

MIA FEY

"This is Y/N L/N, my partner. They're a lawyer too, if you could believe it. But they don't handle cases like I do, I think I prefer it that way."

"They're always worrying about how much I'm working, and I can't help but feel bad sometimes. But just knowing they're waiting for me at the end of the day gives me the strength to push through trials."

"Did you show me this to get me emotional before the trial Phoenix? Come on, let's focus, I can chat to you about my spouse later, okay."

DICK GUMSHOE

"Oh, that reminds me! I gotta introduce you all to Y/N, you'd have a blast, pal."

"All the guys at the firm love them, one time they insisted on cooking hot dogs for us after I told them about that stressful De Killer case, and even weeks after most of the guys were asking me for seconds!"

"Yeah- Clear your calendar, Mr Wright, I'll even invite Mr Edgeworth too. I'm going to make sure everyone knows that my partner just so happens to be the best in the world."

FRANZISKA VON KARMA

Instead of your profile, I imagine Franziska would just have a painted portrait of you in her office, something grand and extravagant. Phoenix is investigating in there and clicks on it.

"You fool! You'll ruin the frame if you touch it like that! Who even let you in here, where is that scruffy detective, hm? I told him to keep all spiky haired lawyers out."

"Well, if you're curious, I may as well tell you. This is my partner. Beautiful, aren't they? Do not look so surprised, Wright, I can get along with people, just not you and your... entourage."

"They will be a Von Karma one day, once I marry them. They always tell me that I have nothing to prove to them.. that I can continue to be myself to make them happy. And that's why they're better than you, much more mature. Hmph!"

GODOT

"Funny, isn't it, Trite? For a guy who prefers his coffee to be bitter and harsh, to be so in love with someone sweet and caring."

"Y/N shines brighter than any star in the sky and that's a fact."

"Wondering why I'm dating them? Well that's for me to know and for you to ponder. But don't start crushing on them, or then I might just have to actually take you down. In court. Of course."

"Now give me that, they have nothing to do with this case, so you won't be needing any info on them anymore."

You felt kisses on your cheek before your eyes opened. 

You let out a pleasant little hum while the kisses were peppered under your jaw, then that little spot on your neck that always made you-

You moan, blinking sleepily, as the blinds are opened and the California glow of morning rays cast across your room. 

You murmur and yawn, then blink again as a kiss lands on your nose. 

You squint in the light, and yeah you forgot to take your contacts out so it’s a little blurry but you can start to see a blob. 

“Good morning,” a familiar voice tells you, and you groan and try to roll over. 

“Maya, noooo, go back to bed, it’s Saturday, this is a crime.” You say only for Maya to roll you back onto your back, the weight of her straddling your hips now grounding you.

You turn to the side to look at the alarm clock and see about eight dozen tulips on your bedside table. And a cute little Easter basket with expensive chocolates and plastic. easter eggs. All of the presents don’t fit on the space, some on the ground next to your bed, you smile now. 

“Maya,” you grin and look at your favorite spring flower. Your wife reaches over and plucks a perfect honey yellow tulip.

She sticks it lovingly under your nose so you can smell spring. It’s a bright flower, not subtle like the scent, but gorgeous as most tulips are, the undertones of a smell greeting your senses, but it’s just sweet enough. 

Much like your intense wife, who’s smiling happily at you this morning. 

“You didn’t wake me up when you got in”, Maya says as you rub at your eyes. 

“You’d had that long meeting, and I was sure you’d taken an edible, so I just crawled in next to you.” You say, and Maya takes the tulip and gently starts to run it down your cheek. 

You close your eyes at the sensation, it’s so soft, so tender. 

“You know I was waiting for your call to pick you up, you should have woken me,” Maya says quieter than before, she too is feeling the hypnotic sensation of running the flower over your skin.

It tickles just enough, your eyelashes flutter, and Maya’s breathing slows. 

“I took a shower and just wanted to be next to you,” you admit, loving how warm Maya’s body is next to yours in the bed. You both became chronic cuddlers early in to the relationship. 

“I have a surprise for you,” she says, and you open one eye. 

“What could be better than flowers?” You tease, because truly it was the best. 

“I may have acquired a certain substance….” Maya’s mischievous look is confusing you, you don’t know if this is going to be bad. 

“Baby, I don’t want to do shrooms again. I hated Vegas.” You take a guess and she shakes her head. 

“It’s Ostara,” she wiggles her eyebrows, and you snort at her. 

“It’s what?”

Maya rolls her eyes and drops the tulip to stop distracting you both. 

“Spring Equinox, you know, Easter or whatever,” Maya’s the head of Marketing but her sales technique in this moment is lackluster. 

You shift to sit up on the pillows, loving how Maya was in her comfy pjs for a change. Always so put together for the world, but in your bedroom, she was so relaxed. Savoring domesticity with you more than even a designer label. 

“Baby, since when do you celebrate any of those things?” You question not knowing where this is going.

“Since it’s the time of year for new beginnings…and fertility.” Maya let’s the last word roll on her tongue. 

You stare at her for a moment in disbelief. 

“Maya, tell me you don’t have a vile of semen in your PJ’s, you brought me tulips and cum?” You laugh at the end not believing her but your wife doesn’t back down. 

“Take off your clothes, baby girl.” She says instead, moving off of your hips. 

You want to scoff at her, to tell her she’s nuts. There’s no way, but this was Maya Mason. She had more ties than the mafia. 

Your heart thuds a little faster in your chest, your wife gives you ‘that look,’ and you can’t resist. 

You scoot up the bed, into the sunlight. Watching the love of your life. 

Maya lies across the bed, balancing her elbow to keep her head up.Excited for the show. 

“What about you?” You say accusatively, not understanding her new spot on the warm spot you’d just slept in.

“I want to watch, nothing is as beautiful as the way the sunlight hits your skin…” Maya whispers into the soft morning like it’s a prayer. Like she does celebrate Ostara with the rest of the witches. 

Maybe she’s wished for you for so long, and now that you were here she’d thank every deity that led you into her arms. 

Maybe for you, Maya was a believer. 

You try not to get choked up at the dazed adoration from the most gorgeous woman in the world. 

Instead, you slowly take off your soft cotton shirt. 

The rays from the window kiss your shoulder blades as if you were a child of Icarus. And Maya swears she can see the warm wings sprout out of your back. 

You push your hair over your shoulder, and the light saves you from the inside out. Your nipples harden not from the temperature change, but the way Maya’s hunger ignites you. 

Your skin has goosebumps, and she hasn’t even touched you yet. 

“Beautiful,” Maya says, it’s so simple, such a pebian compliment. A boy going to prom would use the same term. 

But the way Maya’s baby blues were looking at you, you felt like you were. 

For once in your life, you really believed it. 

Maya inhales and moves closer, like two magnets; it’s hard to stay away. You lift off the bed and take off the boy shorts.

Showing your naked body for her and sun now, many Saturdays were spent this way with Maya. 

She’d take her fingertips and trail them over your spine as you were in that gorgeous space between an afternoon nap and post sex high. 

Where you were in your body so completely. 

Maya’s aching to touch, her tongue licks at her dry bottom lip, hoping she could taste you. Ready to pay respect to the altar of you.

You swallow the emotions, and Maya’s first touch is just under your belly button, it tickles and you twitch. 

But Maya doesn’t mind, she leans forward and kisses your womb, it feels like a promise. 

You shudder again, as Maya’s mouth kisses a trail down from your belly to your pubic hair. She gets lost in the little forest, her nose nudging. Lips enjoying the coarseness in contrast to your soft skin, Maya’s happy to die in these weeds. 

You scent in home to her now, she couldn’t cum without you, without your taste and smell. 

Her hands press against the supple sides of your ribs, as your legs open and you lay back, upside down on the bed now. 

Knees bending as Maya needs a taste, you’d been gone for fourty six hours, and the beast inside your wife needed feeding. 

Maya’s tongue isn’t hesitant, isn’t careful or calculated; she’s hungry. 

Her wet muscle goes flat and laps from your entrance up your clit, and you jerk at the intensity of it.

No foreplay, just needs and desires being met with equal fever. 

Maya sucks on your clit for a few minutes, letting her tongue push the hood back and then lapping under your bud. You gushed against her chin, making a mess of her meal, but the older woman's response was grunting in desire, which only made you both needier. 

Sticking her tongue inside of you hard your heels push against the bed. 

Then Maya pulled back, wetness shining on her face. With no interest in wiping away the evidence of what your wife could do to you. 

“Maya-baby I, I neeed it,” You whine and Maya moves off the bed, quickly stripping of everything. She moved out of the room and you miss her instantly. “Maya!?”” You shout. 

She comes back in very quickly, with a strap on, a tube and a plunger in her right hand, and a mason jar in her left. 

You clock the dildo first protruding from her favorite designer leather strap (custom-made). 

But the jar is throwing you, it’s mily white substance moves with the gravity Maya swishes it around. 

It’s full, what is a Mason Jar in ounces? Is that 32 ounces of spunk?

“Maya?” You say not able to look away from the white cum in the jar. 

“We picked him out, remember?” She says, not losing a bit of her confident stance. 

“Yeah, but how did you get that much-wait where were you keeping it? Doesn’t it need to be like at a certain temp or-”

“Baby girl, when will you learn that money buys you anything?” She says and walks over to her side table, putting a little too much weight on setting down the jar. 

You can’t stop looking at it. That was a lot of sperm….

“Fertility,” you croak out not realizing you’d said it out loud. 

Maya just giggled and opened a drawer to bring out lube. 

“Yeah, baby, happy Ostara.” Your wife repeated and lubed up the seven-inch silicone in between her legs. 

“Maya, that’s an orgy-sized amount of cum,” you said seriously, but Maya laughed proudly.

“We’re getting you pregnant, you know Daddy doesn’t do anything half-assed.” She says, and you blink stupidly. 

Maya strokes the lube over her cock and then puts both knees on the bed, crawilng in between your legs now.

She yanks you by the inside of your knees so that you lay flat. 

You yelp at the action but you both laugh after. 

“Who knew you had such a cum kink?” Maya tells you then bends down and kisses your lips. Not giving a fuck about morning breath, she’s stupid in love. 

You break the kiss and squawk; “Me? Look at the size of that thing!” You point looking back at the jar.

Maya grabs your jaw and turns your face to her, you moan at the jealous action. 

“Stop looking at the jar, look at your wife who’s going to push it all inside of you.” Maya’s voice is lower; it rumbles in her diaphragm. Your mouth falls open, and she lifts your legs even more. You obediently hold your legs so that you’re in the perfect…breeding position. 

“That’s my girl, you look so good for me. All open and wet,” Maya tells you that crudely spits between your bodies, it lands on your clit and you shiver. 

“Oh, I know you like when I treat you like Daddy’s little cum slut. Today we put validity to that title, huh sweet girl? Your body ready to take all that cum?” The powerful older woman asks and you shake your head. 

“No? You think you can tell me no?” Her voice darkens, knowing ‘no’ isn’t the safeword. 

You whine pornographically and bend to touch more of her body.

“Stay still slut, I didn’t say you could move. Daddy needs you to open your womb up, let’s see if you can do that for me?” Your wife looks between your bodies, and you know what this means. 

Maya had such deliciously dirty kinks, fuck each one made you wetter. 

She wanted to ‘check’ and damn it if you didn’t want her to now.

You kept your knees up and bent, but used your hands to open your labia more, your opening gaping and closing, wishing Maya would fill you already. 

“Look how empty you are, Daddy can’t have that. Fuck babygirl, you look so pretty and pink.” Maya spat again on your cunt and your hole tried to open to get more. 

“Daddy again,” you say and you hear an evil chuckle. 

Maya leans down to your pussy more, her thumb pushing your clit up rudely making you quiver. 

Then she spit square on your hole, getting inside like the cum would in only a moment. 

You spasm, pre orgasm racking through you, Maya grabs your throat and squeezes hard. 

“No, no, you don’t get to cum yet. Don’t behave like a dumb cunt or I’ll push all the cum in your asshole instead. Leave your pussy swollen and untouched. You wouldn’t like me to go get two jars of cum would you?” Maya sets you up for it. 

You twist and writhe at the idea, and she laughs again. 

“You would like that? You want Daddy to humiliate you by telling you how bad you are, not even worth all that seed in your cunt. I suppose that could be arranged, but remember, for every jar that goes in your ass, two go in your cunt. You know I don’t even think I’ll stop when you’re pregnant.” Maya tells you and your whining and humping at the air like you're deranged. 

The spit cold on your hot cunt now, as it drips down your pussy. 

“Daddy I’ll be so good! PLEASEE PLESE! I NEED YOU!” You shout loud and pathetic, but you do need it. Your face turning deeper shade of red from the choking and screaming. 

“Pregnant and full, sitting on my strap, begging for more.” She tells you and you can see it so cearly.

Maya shakes her head pretending to be disappointed, she releases your throat and you instantly miss it. 

“If you cum in under a minute, I’ll use the whole jar today. And if you cum without permission, I’ll have you cock warm as I keep pushing my seed into your womb. No orgasming for you, understood?” Maya tells you and you nod, she grabs your bottom lip and wrenches it forward. 

“Words, my pretty whore.” She tells you and as you open your mouth to say it, your cruel top pushes three fingers into your mouth, making you gag as she fucks your throat. 

You get out jumbled syllables, but no actual words. 

“I can’t hear you? Are you a dumb baby now?” Maya says, the plunger to her left, but her dildo with the tube in it leaks it’s first drop onto the mattress.

You see it and Maya looks down to see it too.

Big mistake.

“Do you not like Daddy’s gift?” Her tone is mocking. 

You cry out and Maya moves her fingers out of your mouth and sits back on her heels. 

You reach out to grab her hips, to try and stop her, but she bats you away easily. 

“You sloppy little cum whore, look at that, you wasted a drop. You know better than that, hasn’t Daddy taught you better than that?” Her voice could bring anyone in Hollywood to tears, but it had a somewhat different effect on your body. 

Still, the tears fell, and you tried to beg for forgiveness. 

“No, Daddy I love it! Maya please, breed me! Please please! Fuck I’ll be good, I swear! I’ll wear that plug you like with the tail-I’ll-” you stutter out trying to get her to forgive you. 

Maya’s loving this too much. Her long hair tickles at your shoulders.

“You know it’s rude to give back a gift, and Daddy got you spring in a jar here.” She says reaching over she pops the top off an puts her finger in the semen, it’s gooey and moves around her hold. 

But she takes a bit of it and pushes it over your cheek like it’s finger painting.

“Maya fuck!” You gasp, your nipples tighten in ache, so turned on by the humiliation. Just like your wife accounted for, she acts bored and closes the top of the jar.

You are a slobery mess and you push your trembling body forward to get Maya back. 

“No, no, come and sit on my dick. You wasted a drop, you need to be punished.” Maya’s loving her game, she looks over to the tulips. Clocking the yellow plastic easter egg, with a fun idea. 

Maya moves to the bed, pushing the pillows up, then sitting down, moving the syringe to her side, one hand holds the plastic egg; she slaps her thigh, a ‘get on’ motion. 

You are already having a hard time moving, but you crawl on your hands and knees over to her, it’s a little humiliating.

But Maya leans forward enough to slap your ass.

“Stick it in the air when you crawl to Daddy.” She instructs and you do so, sticking your round ass cheeks up further in the air. 

Like a dog you wag back and forth, your labia glistening in the morning light. 

Your face down on the soft sheets that would soon be ruined.

Then you crawl to her lap.

When you lift yourself with the help of the headboard. You're on your knees as you straddle Maya, the silicone rosy tip hits your pubes, a bit of cum globbing to your hair.

But you steady yourself above Maya, ready for the next direction.

Maya likes the white seed in your pubic hair, she makes a decision to see if she can get more cum doordashed while she’s still inside of you. Or maybe she’d call her stupid personal assistant to pick it up. 

Either way, Maya wanted to coat your body in it, then she’d squirt in your mouth, this was better than Christmas. 

You’d be round and fat, tits leaking for her in no time. Maya couldn’t wait to taste you when you were extra sweet. To show you off for award season, oh yeah. 

You were shaky as you steadied yourself.

“Such a good girl, open your mouth,” your wife tells you and you do, without question.

Your head already turning mushy from the submissive endorphin rush. 

Your high is clear to your older dom, who is high on the rush herself. 

You open wide, tongue sticking out obediently. 

Maya spits on your tongue and you twitch at the sensation, the feeling of it on your tongue.

Then she places the plastic egg in your mouth, it’s awkward and hard to hold. 

“You break the plastic open, I’ll ride your face, then leak the cum onto your pretty cheeks. You’ll have all my seed on you, running down your chin. Such a dirty girl. Then we’ll start all over again, got it?” Maya told you the new rules and you quivered. 

You nod dumbly, tears rolling now, you’re in heaven.

Maya lines up the strap to your entrance, rolling her thumb around your clit to see you drip onto her shaft.

You're going to lose. 

As if Maya already knew that she looks up at your eyes again. 

“Oh and don’t forget, you cum without permission…” She says again, this time reaching over her acrylic nail taps on the top of the semen jar. 

You nod up and down really fast, then Maya grins. 

“Good, as long as you understand.” She tells you, then grabs your hips and pushes you down onto her shaft. 

The stretch is glorious, the heat from the semen, the silicone pushes further than you thought possible. It’s like you’re torn open for Daddy.

You’re already so full when you feel something leak inside of you.

God, you wondered if your tummy would bulge from all of it.

It’s just as Maya pulls out and pushes back in that she touches your cervix. 

You moan. 

*Pop*

Oh, what fresh Hell. The power of your jaw opens the egg instantly. 

Maya grins. This weekend was going to be very long. 

You curse at yourself.

Fuck Ostara.

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Nothing had prepared you for the look on Maya's face when she ripped into the discreet black bubble mailer that merely had your name and her address affixed to it. The box within the mailer was covered with the printed paper that contained the order details and a coupon code for 15% off your next purchase.

You'd totally have to remember that coupon code for your next shopping spree; the way Maya's eyes lit up was like a kid on Christmas morning.

The paper and the bubble mailer fell off of Maya's lap and onto the floor as she held the box in her hands. You could see her new manicure; heard the way they scratched against the box as she rotated it in her hands to read the back of it.

You caught a glimpse of the toy you had bought her. You. The toy you had bought for the both of you to use.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Baby..."

Your words came out in a hushed whisper; heavy and sweet. You watched the corners of Maya's mouth curl upwards into a smirk as her eyes lifted away from the gift and up to your face. You were sitting across from her on the couch with her legs stretched out; feet resting in your lap. You watched as Maya bit her bottom lip before tearing into the box.

"You weren't joking, huh? You really do want Mommy to breed you silly..."

Maya's words fell from her lips as she pulled the plastic out of the box and pulled out the toy. She made sure to be careful with the plastic tube that was connected to it. The plunger was the last thing to be popped out of the plastic mold.

Maya held everything in her hands as if she was holding something tender, something delicate. Fruits that were susceptible to bruising. She eyed you with the same air; already picturing how you'd bruise under her touch.

"Do you want me to fill it up for you?"

Your gaze drags away from her so that you can turn ever so slightly as you reach behind you to the side table beside the armrest of the couch. You pick up the bottle and turn back around to face Maya once more as you stare at the almost solid liquid in the bottle.

Maya doesn't reply with words or even sounds. Instead, she places the toys on the spot beside her so that she can unbutton and unzip her pants to reveal the harness she had been wearing underneath her clothes.

You knew that she had been wearing it all day.

It was Valentine's Day, after all.

You watch with a growing hunger as she takes the new toy and feeds it through the o-ring and makes sure it's snug. The plastic tube is pinched between her fingers as she reaches for the syringe to connect the tip to the opening of the tube. She pulls the plunger completely out and moans at the suction sound when it's released.

The way her face is contorted and how her left hand is already holding up her cock with her thumb pressed down onto the slit; nail scratching over the opening.

Your whole body feels like it's on fire as you move away from your spot to get up on your knees to crawl towards her; get closer to her and the erect cock between her legs.

"Here you go, Love...fill me up and I'll return the favor..."

Maya's words dripped with arousal as she watched you with parted lips and a slightly ragged breath; chest pushed upwards as if her ribs and lungs would concave at any given moment.

You hold your breath for the both of you as you unscrew the bottle of lube and every so carefully, pour the liquid into the syringe.

Maya holds the stopper in her hand while you hold the syringe. She has to make the decision to let go of her cock; her hand stopping mid-stroke so that she can hold both the syringe and the stopper.

You need your hands to get yourself undressed.

"How do you want me...Mommy?"

Your hushed tone makes Maya grin with her teeth showing; her body rigid with concentration. You can see her knuckles turning white as she holds the syringe upwards; not daring to spill a drop unless it's inside of you.

"I want to see those gorgeous tits bounce for me...I want them in my mouth..."

The whimper that cuts through you turns quickly into a moan as your hands fly up and the bottle of lube rolls off of the couch cushions and down onto the floor. Thankfully, you closed the lid pretty tight. God forbid you waste what you want so badly coating your insides.

Your shirt comes off as does your sports bra; tossing them to the ground as they fall on top of the bottle of lube. Everything becomes buried as you shed your clothes; shed yourself. The more you uncover, the wider Maya's smile becomes.

She wants to see you. Raw and open and honest. Completely vulnerable to her.

"Happy fucking Valentine's...take your well-earned seat,"

Maya slightly wiggles her hips and you both watch the toy sway; the silicone promising you versatility. You know it'll bend to you; fill you just the way you need it. Just the way you need Maya to be buried deep within you as she fills you; fucks you.

She watches with interest as you spit into your right palm and reach for her cock; stroking her off as you pump her shaft to warm the silicone. You get a feel for its length and girth and feel a pool of saliva build between your lips.

You had already had your romantic dinner with Maya and here you were, salivating still.

Your hands move back as you pull down your own pants; moving unsteadily as you get them down and over your knees. When they hit your ankles you move with some trouble to lift your legs to get them away from the couch below you. Maybe you should have laid back to do this; it would have been easier. Maya wouldn't have to watch you struggle in earnest to be fucked.

And yet, you liked looking as desperate as you do now.

Because, you look desperate for her.

"That's it, Sweetheart...come back over here to me..."

Breathy and low, Maya coaxes you back over to her as your pants slip over the edge of the couch to join the rest of your clothes. You move with record speed as your left leg moves off of her legs so that you're almost sitting down on top of her thighs.

Your lower body hovers just inches; the tip of her cock brushing ever so slightly against your skin as you reach down between your legs to grab her shaft once more.

You steady yourself and her as you angle up and concentrate and get your body prepared for that penetration that comes easy to you. Maya had loved learning that you, to your own volition, were naturally wet almost at all times.

You could easily take her fingers or toys without much work; without much coaxing to get you wet for her.

You were, to her enjoyment and even amusement, always wet. And Maya loved to tease you about it almost every chance she got.

You sink down onto her with ease; all the way down until you're completely filled by her. The sizing is perfect as you move your hips and test the sensation of how this one feels. You look down at Maya as your right hand comes up to snake over your chest just so you could grab your breast and squeeze.

Maya's actions are quick and sudden and if you hadn't been looking right at her, you would have missed it. Missed how she brought the plunger to the syringe and pushed it down with one steady movement.

No bucking of her hips. No sweet words. No kisses or groping or biting. No holding your hand or pulling your hair. Just those steely blue eyes and the twist of her lips as she fills you up without hesitation.

She grins as you moan so loudly that you feel it vibrate in your throat and feel the lube dripping down the toy and out of you.

"Maya, what the fuck-"

But, you're not mad or upset or disappointed. You had very quickly, very simply realized the game Maya was playing with you.

She loved to toy and tease and always, without a doubt, take the upper hand.

"I think that'll stick, don't you? Look at it all...dripping out of you...maybe I should do it again while you sit there looking pretty on Mommy's cock...wanna pass me that bottle, Love?"

Your body shakes as you don't dare drag your gaze away from Maya's face as you lean to your right with your arm bent so you can reach under your clothes and grab the bottle of lube. Your knuckles are instantly white as you clutch the bottle like your life depends on it. Straightening yourself back up, you hear that suction sound pop once more and the same moan from before falls from Maya's lips.

The first time something happens, it can be considered a mistake.

You’ll still be telling yourself that for some time to come, while splayed on the table in one of Continental Studio’s conference rooms, trying to piece together how too many glasses of champagne, too many late nights, and too many failed marketing pitches led to you becoming a whimpering, slobbering mess at the hands of your boss while she has you six ways to Sunday.

No, scrap that. Make that your boss’s boss.

Maya Mason, Head of Marketing for Continental Studios, was the kind of woman you typically heard before you saw: marching her way through those Frank Lloyd Wright-esque corridors, cursing to high heaven that if she has to fucking pitch one more goddamn movie based on a toy or, as Maya will so lovingly put it, some soulless piece of plastic, she’s going to walk into fucking traffic.

Later, you’ll come to wonder how things might have gone differently had your skirt been a little longer the day you first landed on Maya’s radar. If you had kept your mouth shut when Maya’s voice rang through that conference room, demanding to know if anyone actually knew what the fuck a Funko Pop even was.

But for now, only a couple of weeks into your new job as a marketing assistant at one of the biggest production companies in Hollywood, the only thing you know for sure is that today is your first day attending the monthly marketing meeting, led by the untouchably abrasive marketing head herself who dresses every day like Rodeo Drive threw up on her.

But even though some say she often looks ridiculous drenched in that many labels, you personally can’t deny that she always looks ridiculously good.

“These things typically go one of two ways,” Quinn mutters through a bite of croissant as she leads you and the other marketing assistant up that lavish Art Deco atrium, “Either she spends the whole meeting roasting some poor exec until they’re one missed therapy session away from a breakdown, or she’s in a good mood and just makes us watch trailers while she talks shit.”

You nod at your boss, a little nervous, a little dazed, thinking that film school feels a whole world away right now.

You’re lucky to be here, you reassure yourself. You never imagined that you’d end up in Hollywood, and yet… here you are.

Quinn pops the last corner of croissant into her mouth, dusting off her hands as you round the landing before she adds, “Remember, you two just need to take notes. Sit quietly, look eager. Sound good?”

You both nod in unison once more as you approach the mid-century-themed fishbowl that is the conference room where the monthly marketing meetings take place. It’s all warm wood, angular lines, and a lot of brown leather that probably cost more than your monthly rent.

And in all honesty, you have no idea what you’re in for as you clutch your MacBook, fingers drumming on the lid, walking into the room and meandering around the table to take a seat that’s exactly three over and to the right of the head of the table:

Maya’s throne.

“Honey Butter?” You yell with your laptop on your lap and you are seated in the kitchen. You are biting your thumb sideways between your teeth with frustration. 

Maya closes the fridge to look at you. Holding a pallegrino as she kicks off her heels by the sink like she doesn’t care anymore, she needs them off. 

“Honey butter?” She questions, even though Maya had been listening to you re-read the paragraph, you were struggling with. 

“For semen.” You say as if that wasn’t obvious and Maya thinks about it as she unhooks her big earrings and sets them on the kitchen counter. Her gorgeous face scrunches as she thinks about your vocabulary selection. 

“Hmm…I don’t know, it feels the same as when people use the term creaming.” Maya muses and takes a big swig of the sparkling water. 

“You don’t like creaming?” You ask further confused, as you’d used it in three books, and to just now find out Maya doesn’t like it is strange. 

Maya reads your face, and she backtracks, having liked when you used it in bed. 

“I don’t dislike creaming, I just think you’ll get a split opinion on it. Sorta like poonani.” She states taking out her phone from her back pocket and putting it next to you. You are in your comfy weekend clothes, as Friday night was the start of your weekend. Even if you’d still be writing tomorrow, fucking deadlines and responsabilities. 

“That is different.” You defend seriously, dinner has already been ordered. Maya had called you the second she walked out of her office, as was your routine. For the two of you to play the ‘what are we having for dinner tonight’ game for ten minutes, and then you ask Maya if she wants wine. She pretends to decide what type, you pretend to let her pretend as you put her white wine (which she won’t really touch) in the fridge before she answers. Maya drank very little, but she liked the option. 

She had a martini at a party, a rum fruity drink with an umbrella, while you swam poolside on vacation, and white wine on Fridays after a hard week. 

But Maya didn’t drink often, because of your rule. 

You would fuck Maya gently while she was a little tipsy, sure. 

But you wouldn’t engage in kink while she wasn’t completely sober. It was a hard limit, and so Maya drank and smoked very rarely. As she was more addicted to your kink dynamic than any other stimulant.  

“How?”

Maya drank the pellegrino again. 

“Because it’s cultural slang, this is not cultural slang. Unless you consider food as slang for cum to be somehow cultrural.” You are frustrated, not at Maya, but at yourself, you can’t finish this chapter. And you’d wanted to so that your Friday night could be free from trying to figure out what someone’s cum tasted like. Or how much spanking was the right amount in a smutty chapter? 

But Maya needed you, and you had known that before she even called to talk about dinner. 

Maya and you had been together for over ten years, and your sex like just didn’t slow. 

Maya was the first to break as you typed out ‘honey butter’ and hoped your editor didn’t call you later about the term. 

“Hey, sweetheart, you’ve been working on this all day. How about you put the laptop down? Come be with your wife. I’ve been home for an twenty minutes and you haven’t given me more than a peck on the lips.” Maya’s tone turns whiny at the end ,and you stop biting your finger to look at her. 

“Are you feeling needy, my love?” You ask, but it comes out a little more taunting, with a hint of humiliation, and Maya loves it, she puts down the bottle of pallegrino down on the counter and takes off her jacket.

Coming around to your side of the barstool and she drops to her knees on the hardwood. 

That was a yes. 

Maya makes a mistake here, though, as she puts her hands on the back of your calves, pulling your legs apart just enough, and then lays her head down on your bare thigh. Your sleep shorts riding up as she sighs and lets her warm cheek touch you. 

You’d have allowed her face, never one to turn down her affection, but the hands were a no. And you eye your laptop and then look back down at Maya. Her gaze up at you through her long eyelashes is drop-dead gorgeous. 

Even if she was trying to manipulate the situation for an orgasm. 

“You have a long day at the studio, honey?” Your voice is steady. Maya nods and kisses your inner thigh. Her lips feel good, but you stop yourself from opening your legs wider for her. Maya was hungry for your cum. You learned early on that she was secretly a service bottom. 

Now there were so many types of service bottoms. 

Maya was the type who would do anything to please you, but more precisely she’d do anything to lick your cunt. 

And you telling her no, and making her wait, it drove Maya Mason up the fucking wall with need. If you let your wife, she’d lick your pussy all day and all night. She was addicted to the feeling and the taste. It gave her more pleasure sometimes than her own release. 

Maya Mason wanted to please. She wanted to be needed. She wanted to drink you.

Maya had a hard childhood, so love was not something that was given unconditionally or ever for free. Maya worked hard in her few trusted friendships, Maya worked agonizingly hard at her job. Which gave her pride and the stimulation she needed. 

But Maya had learned in high school that girls thought they liked acts of service, but they wanted a bad boy. So Maya changed the way she gave, but it left her feeling unfulfilled and empty. Which is why nothing ever lasted.  

You learned early into a kink relationship with Maya. That Maya had lied. And you caught her in it. Maya had said she wasn’t looking for a relationship, not wanting love. She just wanted kink and sex. Maya had said she was a power bottom. Maya had said a lot of things. 

You carefully weighed through what Maya thought she wanted. 

And what Maya craved more than she could say. 

It didn’t last long, her lies. You quickly realized Maya hadn’t been untruthful to you, but to herself. So after your third kink scene together. You’d made your contract, you’d talked about limits, you’d both worked hard to get here. 

Maya had come over with lingerie on a weeknight, and you’d moved the furniture in your apartment. You’d had a high beam ceiling, perfect for rope in your apartment and you’d weighed back and forth on it being the first night you suspended her. But you opened your terrace open for the cool breeze, considering fucking her there instead, while you waited for her to drive over you lit candles, keeping the lights low. And you’d worn your strap under your nice slacks. 

You’d taken out rope, crops, vibrators, and a large wooden paddle. Figuring you’d see how the scene flexed and make adjustments. 

When Maya came in she brought food and lively conversation, she cracked open your soda. And Maya looked damn good in her outfit, she’d put effort in, she’d set out for a date. Maya had bought you three erotica books as a gift, in a pretty red ribbon. 

And you were floored, you had three other subs you played with, they knew the protocol. Come in, do the scene, sex or no sex, and then aftercare. Then they got the fuck out. 

But Maya came in with the undertones of a deep romantic relationship. You did a service scene, a gentler one than you’d thought you would. Maya had been so wanton in her begging. You fucked her that night with the strap on and Maya Mason had never been fucked with a strap on before. You didn’t know that, she cried and sucked on your neck like it was her last meal. She told you she’d never felt closer to someone. And you fucked her through her tears and kissed her face with a gentleness you’d forgot you had. It was making love, not fucking, nothing less than a declaration. 

And you tried to pull back after that. 

However, Maya had taken over your schedule, asking you to pre-screenings of movies, bringing you expensive meals, calling you all the time. You were convinced something was wrong because you found yourself canceling your other subs scenes.

Then you’d brought it up to Maya, that you two should probably slow down.  

And Maya quickly became enraged, possessive, and jealous, and you’d realized how dumb you had been. 

Maya thought she’d known what she wanted, but then she’d fallen in love with you. 

And you couldn’t be happier to rip up the contract, and let Maya love you how she wanted to. 

Maya was famous for her reputation and persona at work. 

In truth, Maya wore those fucking locks because they made her feel loved and safe. She could play the Marketing monster she needed at the Studio, as she felt the cold metal against her chest. You gave her love and safety. 

Maya liked to be treated so cruel as foreplay, but there was a moment where she’d break, and you knew that your wife needed slow love making after that. She needed gentle touches that made her shake and cry out for you. Maya wanted to make love fore hours and hours too, no quick fuck in the closet of the Studio. 

Maya had never been romanced back, so when you bought her designer clothes, nice jewlery, and flowers sent to her office. Maya acted like she was sixteen being asked out for the first time. 

“Stressful?”

Maya makes a little noise of agreement. Though it sounded a lot more like a a whimper she’d make to get more attention. 

Maya’s kink style had changed as time went on, as was to be expected. But Maya was a service bottom. And her submission was more rich and decadent than anything you’d ever tasted.

But Maya’s currency, while she loved the game and the challenge, her pot of gold at the end of the rainbow of spankings and intense scenes….was your cum in her mouth for as long as she wanted. 

That’s what she was asking for right now.  

“How long has it been since you came again?” You ask like you don’t remember, even though you absolutely do, and Maya looks up at you for a second before answering. 

“Seventeen hours.” Your wife does the math, and you smile, and Maya knows from the look you aren’t about to make this easy for her. 

“Seventeen hours and yet you forgot that when you have to ask permission to touch me when you are on your knees? No matter how sexy your kisses may be. Now drop your hands. I didn’t give you permission.” You tell her, and Maya whines but listens and does what you tell her. Her hands falling to her own thighs to stop herself from reaching out and tugging your sleep shorts off so she can taste. 

“Let’s go to the sofa.” You say, and Maya knows she can’t stand, so she crawls as you walk alongside her. Swiping the pallegrino off of the kitchen countertop. Your computer in one hand, over your head as you both move. 

You walk to the large living room and you plop down on the sofa. You grab one of the cushions, one’s you both had picked out for this very reason. 

You dropped it onto the floor, and Maya kneeled onto the plush cushion. 

You put both of your legs on either side of her and then propped your feet up on the coffee table. You were about to put your laptop back onto your lap and you saw Maya grimace at the electronics. 

“Oh shit, I forgot.” You said and stood up, taking off your shorts and underwear, and then grabbed the remote to turn on the news. 

You sat back down and spread your legs and put your laptop back on your lap and watched the news. 

Maya had to stare at you, while your keep your legs parted and tempting Maya to break the rules. You are spread just enough for her to see your pussy, but not enough for her to get to touch you. You drank Pellegrino and typed away, focusing on emails now. 

The news droned on in the background and Maya began to fidget.

Her emotions playing through the jerky way her body couldn’t sit still.  

You always knew Maya was about to break a rule, when she couldn’t sit still. 

You checked in with Maya when she was on her knees, safety first. You had a twenty-year age difference, you wanted to make sure Maya knew if she was hurting for any reason, you would adjust whatever she needed, anytime she needed it, no questions asked. 

But that wasn’t this. 

This was her being a stubborn brat, and you both knew it. 

“Stop fidgeting Mrs. Mason, or I’ll give you something to feel true discomfort over.” Your voice is deeper, and it threaten,s and Maya bites her lip. 

You wonder how long she’ll last.  

When your eyes fall to the computer and it’s been fifteen minutes, you mute the TV. 

And put your laptop to the side and Maya’s stare on your cunt has enough intensity to light you on fire. 

“I want to remind you that on Sunday we are having a kink party, we are hosting.”

Maya’s eyes snap up to yours in clear upset. 

“It’s been on our calendar for a month and a half, Mrs. Mason, do not look at me like that.” You try not to laugh at your wife looking horrified people were coming over. 

Maya is biting her lip and you reach over and grab the back of her hair and you tug her slightly over the sofa so that she’s lying her head on your stomach. It’s your way of saying ‘go ahead and talk.’ And she knows that. 

“How many people RSVP?” She mumbles petulantly. 

“About thirty, and Patty is bringing the food and drink. We don’t even need to do a thing, she promised me.” You tell her, and you play with Maya’s extremely long locks, and she sighs. You aren’t sure if it’s from the comfort of your touch after a long day, or if it from the realizatino she doesn’t have to do shit. 

But Maya turns her head to the side to keep her head on your stomach, and you scratch her scalp with your nails and play with her hair. You wonder if she’s just comfy this way and doesn’t want anything. But that wasn’t really Maya’s style. 

She turns to look at you now. 

“You had a long day, huh?” You say, seriously seeing that she is really tired. There’s more worry in your tone now, and Maya gives you a thoughtful smile, loving that you worry about her. That you are always checking in on how she’s doing. Even in the day, you two text like teenagers who have never experienced a data limit before. 

“Your short stories are being talked about for a mini series, and Matt is thirsty for an Oscar now.” Maya’s voice is dry, and you know she’s answering you without answering. 

“Maya, what do you need, my love?” You dig now, and she knows her options. You could draw a bath for the two of you while you waited for food. You would pour her a wine and scrub her back. She could ask for the dungeon, and you two would go down there and have a scene until Maya was either so broken down she cried, and you gave intensive aftercare. Or you could overstimulate her and then build her back up again. 

Or if she was feeling something soft and warm, you’d go upstairs right now and make love to her. 

Whatever Maya asked for, you’d give freely. 

Maya thought for a moment, and you weren’t surprised when she gripped your thighs in question. 

“That’s what you want, huh?” You smirk knowingly, and Maya licks her bottom lip like a cartoon wolf does after seeing a tasty morsel. 

What a fucking sexy woman. 

You reach the bottom of her nice shirt and pull it over her head. Maya doesn’t give a shit as you toss it across the sofa. Her golden locks fall, hitting her clevage. You unhook her bra from the front, and her breast spring free, no woman should have to wear a bra past five pm. You lean back and Maya doesn’t need a verbal invitation after that. 

Her mouth falls to your cunt and you sigh at her hot wet mouth touching you already. 

You had already started to get turned on from Maya’s show of submission, and her staring at you like she wanted to eat you while you typed. 

Your head tilts back and your muscles strain as your body comes alive under her tongue. 

Maya is obsessed with this, loving how you bend to her. Loving that she is the only one who get’s to do this, get’s to see you like this, get’s to adore you.

Your knees fall open more and Maya wraps her arms under your legs to hold you, to cradle you in your spot. 

You feel your day melt away as Maya’s tongue dips into your tight hole, she licks around you, and then dives in to find your g-spot with her muscle. 

You don’t have to pretend, you don’t have to fight for dominance. Or remind her who is in charge of this.  

Maya needs you, and you are spread for her. 

You reach out and take out the last of the bobby pins in her hair and toss them onto the coffee table. You wind your wife's long strands in your palms like they are reins and she’s a loose horse. 

You buck your pussy into her face, and you pull her hair back, not letting her finish and she growls in frustration and need. 

It’s loud and high pitched at the end. 

“Behave, Maya.” You tell her, and her mouth is hanging open as you hold her back. Her eyes are glazed over like a cum slut. “Take off your pants and underwear, and I’ll let you continue.” You tell her and she stands up too fast and winces at her knees. 

That’s why you’d interrupted her, knowing her joints wouldn’t give much longer. Sometimes Maya was so obsessed with her meal, she forgot to feel her body, and that was your job to remind her. 

You gave her a minute to let her blood flow again. 

You reached out and undid her belt slowly, and Maya watched you fascinated. You pulled her nice pants down and then leaned down and bit her hip, and she moaned deep and loud. 

Maya liked to be bit, and you were all too happy to indulge. 

You moved to the other hip and looked up at her, studying everything that made her. 

Maya was fucking gorgeous, hair falling out of place around her face, breasts rising and falling with uneven breath, her lips wet from your arousal still soaking her face. 

You let your tongue trace her hipbone, and she shivers, and then you lean down and bite. 

Her knees buckle and give, but you are quick, catching her and half-throwing her onto the sofa on top of you. 

Which means you fall onto your back and Maya recovers fast, trying to tug your sleep shirt off, but you wind her hair three times in your fingers again like one would wind up rope. 

Then you pull back hard and she moans, her mouth falling open like a porn star. 

“Did you want something?” Your stern tone reminds her that she is not in charge here. She’s not at work. Maya is home, and she will drop all pretense. Maya will be the whorish cum slut she is. But her wet cunt is against your leg and she humps, and you know Maya doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. 

One of your hands comes up and slaps her cheek gently, the slight popping noise from her open mouth makes it feel more dramatic than it is. 

But Maya loves it, and she opens her mouth further and sticks her tongue out, asking for more of whatever you’ll give. 

Maya’s tongue curls towards you and then back flat and long; she’s asking for you to spit in her mouth now, but you don’t listen. You flip her onto her back on the sofa and straddle your wife. 

Maya whimpers, loving the feeling of your weight on top of her. 

You reach down to the locks on her naked chest now. 

There was a reason for each one, but more on that later. 

You pull on the chain, and Maya’s neck lifts off the sofa. 

“What do you want?”

“Fuck I want you. Please, baby, let me lick you again. I want to drink your cum. Let me drink you. I just want to eat you for hours. Fuck my day sucked, Matt is a douche bag who doesn’t understand simple math, or a thing about the business he’s in. I re-read your book while he pretended to fix something I already fixed. All I could think of all day was coming home to you. Baby, let me, let your wife lick you?” Maya’s voice got more strained, and you dropped the lock on her chest and then moved to straddle her face. 

Maya gripped your thighs and pulled you down with more force than you expected, and you caught yourself with the back of the sofa to stop from falling completely on her. 

But Maya would have been happy for your full weight on her mouth. She ate you with the intensity and fervor of a woman who would never get to drink again. 

You reached behind your ass and you twisted the lock and chain until it was slightly choking your wife. 

You let her fuck your hole with her tongue and then you felt your orgasm coming. And that’s when you lifted yourself off of Maya, and she screamed, actually screamed in frustration. 

Denying yourself an orgasm was nowhere near as annoying to you, as it was to your adorably scary cum whore. 

“WHAT!” She yelled rudely like you were Sal, and you arched your eyebrow at her. 

That wasn’t very nice.

But you got off the sofa entirely and Maya followed you up on shaky legs to chase you as you sauntered across the foyer to the front door, where you cracked the large mansion door open, not enough to be seen. And leaned over to grab the brown bag of takeout, your dinner. 

But Maya was naughty, as you leaned over to pick up the bag, she fell to her knees again and ate your pussy from behind and you gasped in suprise as her tongue played through your pussy fold. 

Now that was a bad girl. 

“FUCK MAYA!” You curse out to your front yard, and shut the door quickly.  You get out of her grip with the brown bag, and Maya has your arousal on the tip of her nose, all over her mouth, and her chin. She uses her tongue to lick around her mouth to collect the taste of you. 

The older woman shows no sign of regret for her actions, seeming to decide it was worth whatever you would do next. 

“You did not! You are in so much trouble for that! What if someone had seen,” you tell her, and you grab her by the hair, and Maya stands and she’s panting with desire. “We are going to eat on the sofa, and you are going to wait until after dinner to play again, damn it.”

Maya practically howls in sexual frustration. 

“Baby no, just let me make you cum. You were so close, be good for me and cum on my face! You taste so good for Mama. Please baby. Let me taste your cum and then we can eat.” Maya’s tried to bargin with you, her expression is morphed into pain as you push her onto the giant leather sofa. You start to pull out the hot food in take out boxes. And you sit farther on the sofa away from her and now Maya’s face changes.

This wasn’t the same upset as a moment ago, not at all.  

“Hey, don’t panic.” You say, but it’s too late, and you know this look. You set the food down, and you sit close to her and kiss her. Tasting her expensive lipstick stain from hours ago, your cum, and the altoids Maya is addicted to in her car. 

You kiss her and it’s distracting enough for Maya to not start to shake.

Maya is about to experience sub drop, and you know just how to stop it. 

You push her against the sofa and kiss her deep and slowly and Maya is whimpering and trying to get more and more of you. 

You reach into her panties and thrust two fingers inside her, curling them and she let’s out a strangled noise as you fuck her nice and deep. 

“My good girl Maya. It’s ok, I got you. You could never upset me. I love you, baby. You didn’t do anything wrong. My sweet wife feels so good. You need more?” You ask her and Maya nods and you grab her hand and put it against your pussy and she sighs in emotional relief as she enters you again with two fingers. So happy to have access to you again. 

You both fuck each other and have sloppy open mouth kisses. You know you can’t ignore your orgasm for much longer, not when Maya is touching you, not when you are inside of her, not when her little noises are so erotic. 

You could never write smut as well as you lived it in your Hollywood home with Maya underneath you squirming and humping your body. 

You move to her ear and lick the shell of it before you speak to her achy soul. 

“My love, you touch me so deeply. Can you be good and cum when I tell you?”

Maya clings to you so hard, you wonder if it hurts her. 

“Fuck, I’ll cum whenever you tell me to. I just want you. I want you forever, fuck don’t go. Don’t ever go. Please fuck, Oh god, I love you, I need you baby. I need you everywhere. Let Mama cum.” Maya is gone, and you can hear it, and you shudder with pre orgasm waves. 

“Maya fuck, I’m gonna cum, cum with me. Be good, give me everything.” You instruct her and Maya’s eyes roll back at your words and she’s on cloud nine, completely gone, she thrusts with her last bit of will power, and you match each one in perfect rythme together as you hump and chase each other’s peaks, riding each others hands. 

You both keep your fingers inside each other, the feeling of Maya’s pussy squeezing and fluttering around your fingers is heaven. You focus on the feeling of your wife as you catch your breath. You go to shift off of Maya, and she winds her free arm around your neck and pulls you tight against her. 

Maya’s way of telling you she can’t let go of you yet. 

“Dinner?” You ask, and she shakes her head. 

“Need you, need more.” Maya whimpers, and you understand. You reach behind Maya’s back and press her against your skin even closer. You inch out of her pussy and she hisses not wanting you to go, not wanting to be empty. 

“I’ll make it better, I promise.” You tell her, and you pull her into a sitting position. You reach across the sofa to the footrest. Pulling the top off, it has a secret spot. It’s supposed to be for blankets, but the perks of not having kids meant that you two stashed drugs and sex toys in there. You reach in for the strap-on, and you stand up. 

But Maya can’t do that, having to touch you nonstop, so she uses this excuse to put her hands on you. And your girl takes the strap from your hands, and you lift your foot and step into it and Maya fastens it tightly against you. Before leaning forward and licking it up and down like a ice pop in the summer. 

She’s not giving you head, but rather getting it nice and wet, how you always tell Maya to.

You get back onto the sofa, and Maya spreads her legs as wide as she can. But you grip her shins and push them up so that you can hit her cervix just right. Just the way she likes it. 

Maya understands, and she holds her legs and you position the silicone against her hole. 

“Fuck, I love you Maya, who’s owns your cunt?” You say before you enter your wife’s leaking swollen pussy. 

“Mrs. Mason, you fucking do. I love you, fuck I needed this all day. Where the fuck were you while I was firing the sound guy?” Maya gasps, and then you push all the way in with no warning and Maya’s body shakes like she’s having an exorcism. But your hands find her throat and squeeze just how the head of marketing likes. And you fuck into her with no indication you’ll ever slow down. 

Maya gasps and her eyes focus on you again. 

“Fuck, no one has ever been as deep as you. Fuck baby, oh shit. I want  marry you all over again, don’t stop. Please don’t stop, I’ll be so good. Fuck baby, don’t stop. Spit on me.” Maya instructs, and you are too happy to oblige and spit on her breasts, and she arches into the feeling. 

“Mama needed me today?” You don’t tease, you ask for real. 

Maya let’s out a choked sob, something that almost sounds like ‘always.’ But her wanton noises and her fingers move, wrapping around your neck so we can get closer. 

“You should have called me.” You say and angle your hips further up to push against the spot that makes Maya squirt. Her thighs quake just a bit and you know she’s super sensitive already.  

“Y-you had a publishing mee–eting.” Maya can’t talk right now, but she tries, and it’s sexy to see her struggle. 

“You remember my schedule, how cute, Mama.” You lean down and kiss her, knowing Maya a hundred percent remembers your schedule, and you download hers as well. You both are sorta control freaks, who want to know where the other is at all times. 

It’s sorta a strange language you both speak, a type of love and intimacy that has edges others might find too sharp. 

But as you kissed and fucked Maya on the sofa and her hands fell to your bare ass and pullled you deeper into her, it was clear that you and Maya made it work. 

The food was very cold that night, the sun long set, and after the ninth orgasm you asked if Maya wanted to eat and she ignored your actual meaning, and went back to licking your clit like she only craved what your body could feed her. 

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The event came faster than you or Maya really wanted. 

It was around eleven pm, and there were a lot of people in your house; the upstairs was blocked off. But the living room was showing some kind of artistic director's erotica film, and the downstairs dungeon, which was about the size of some people's entire apartment, was filled to about fifty people now. 

You already wanted everyone to leave, but you tried to be polite as they came up to talk to you. 

It wasn’t until Patty came over looking panicked that you wondered if you shouldn’t have left Maya downstairs alone. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, and Patty looks in pain. 

“Don’t be mad, Sal is here.” She whispers, and you scoff and then look confused, like this was a bad joke. 

“What?”

“Evidently, he and…He and an older man are engaging in something, and he was on the list and…Sal didn’t realize who’s home this was. So, ya know. BDSM house rules: you two don’t know each other. We don’t need to make this a thing, we’re all consenting adults. Let’s just hope he doesn’t-”

“HEYYYYYYY!” Sal yells from across the house and multiple people jump and turn as Sal yells. He’s actually sober, right, of course he is, right? You try to rationalize that perhaps he’s just had never been to a party like this, and doesn’t get what he just did. 

But Sal didn’t clock you and Patty like you’d thought, he saw Maya from across the living room, as she’d come upstairs to find you. 

Maya was checking in with you, knowing you didn’t like crowds. She was used to this many morons in a room, but you were not. And she knew how you didn’t love hosting parties, or having them in your home. As much as you wanted to be a team player. So she’d grabbed two cold Italian soda’s and had come to find you, her introverted wife. 

“The fuck…” Maya looked around the room and you wondered if it was to find you, and like a fucking submerine she used sonar and clocked you, and then eyed her work dork, and then looked back at you like. ‘Are you fucking seeing this or am I having a stroke?’

Your face cringes automatically and you scramble over to your wife, Your black heels click on the hard wood and you try to count your breathing but you find her, and she wraps her arm around your waist to ground you. 

Patty is no help, as she leaves you two to fend for yourselves. 

Sal comes over all excited, and you aren’t sure what the fuck to do now. 

“Oh my god, I knew you two were freaks in the sheets.” Sal laughs and you think Maya might kill him, but if she doesn’t, you were ready to kick his ass out. 

“How did you get an invite, you fucking old used tampon. No one likes you enough to add you as their plus one.” Maya smiles with all her teeth, but you know it to be her defense; she would go to battle for you. You don’t know what to say, so you know Maya will take care of this. 

She holds your waist tightly, and you work on breathing. 

“Oh my god, is this why little Smutty Author Mason comes to your office for afternoon delights at lunch time! You guys are like perverts and shit! Oh my god, no kink shame. So what is it, furry suit? Oh wait no, Maya you let men fuck your wife and you are like cuckholding?” He guessed his eyebrows were going further up his face from excitement at the possibilities. 

Maya’s long nails dig into your side, and you are thankful for the slight pain, it’s grounding you both now. 

“No one fucks my wife but me Saperstein, and if you say that again. I’ll give you a black eye that will be so big you’ll have to use KISS  level face paint to hide it at work. Now who the fuck are you here with?” Maya’s voice got lower and more dangerous, and you took another deep breath happy she was holding you or you’d panic now. 

“Oh, uh him and her.” Sal points, and your eyes get bigger, another no-no. Maya practically barks at him.

“Who fucking raised you! It was either the Beverly Hillbillies or the family from The Hills Have Eyes? Put your hand down, or I’ll snap your finger off and shove it up your cocaine stained nose.”

Sal put his hand down and giggled, and now you wondered if he was perma-high or if he had pregamed this party. 

“Are you high right now?” You break your silence to ask, and your voice is irritated, but Sal still doesn’t respond. 

“I thought bottoms aren’t supposed to talk at these things, Maya, spank your woman.” Sal disrespects you and you know he is fucked up now, because Sal was an asshole, but he was usually just a goofey one, not rude to you. 

Maya stepped forward and the soda dropped from her free hand and shattered on the floor. She reached out and grabbed his throat. 

“The fuck did you just say to my wife in our home? Look at me, look close, and say it again, I want to see if you can see your soul leave your body reflected in my eyes. I hope you had a good pregame because it’s your last night on earth.” Maya squeezes his throat and he’s choking and looking at you for help. 

You grasp Maya’s bicep and whisper in her ear what she needs from you, and her fingers start to relax, but her hold on his neck stays. 

Believe it or not, some people turn to watch, wondering if it’s a consensual non-con scene in the living room. But the scared way Sal looks like he may have pissed himself makes more people watch than the choking. 

“Maya, let’s just kick him out.” You say loud enough now for Sal to hear the plan. 

“Nice idea, bottom. Maso,n listen to your bottom please-ow, you are stronger than my brothers.” He squeaks, and you look around to see if anyone is willing to lay claim to this man. But whoever he did come with, isn’t stepping forward to help him, or be upset that someone is choking him. 

“Ok, baby, let’s take him out front and I’ll call him a cab.” You tell your wife the plan, and she moves from his throat to the back to his ear, which she clamps down with her acrylic nails so hard he’s sure to bleed. 

“OWW” Sal shouts and someone giggles as you grab Maya’s free hand and lead her and the man out the front of the house, squeezing by people who were naked with cock cages. 

You open the front door, and the night air is calming for how embarrassing and weird this is. 

Maya’s hand goes from his ear to the back of his head and she pushes hard, she did palates every Tuesday afternoon, and he fell onto the pristine driveway and to his knees. 

“You two are the worst hosts ever! This party wasn’t even that wild! No booze even! And someone was was getting a metal rod in their penis downstairs, that was wild. Oh my god Maya, do you think Matt would come next time? I thought I saw Quinn with a blindfold and a vibrator, but it couldn’t be her. Oh fuck, is that what you two do? Do you write all that smut about what Maya does to you. Fuck bottoms are so predictable.” Sal is reaching for his coke but he can’t find it in his pockets. 

Maya’s face is red and you pull out your phone, the one you weren’t supposed to have at the party but you’d hidden in your bra. You take it out and dial for the cab company. Not about to order him an Uber and pay for it. 

Maya stalks forward and her heel goes into the back of his hand and he screams like someone who’s never experienced an angry woman before. 

“Listen closely, Uma Therman, I don’t want your coke-ridden brain to forget what I’m about to tell you. If you so much as whisper about this party, about anything you saw, or anyone you think you saw. I’ll not only get you fired, I’ll end your life, first your social life, and then I’ll call your mother. Your nice Ima, the super orthodox jewish mommy. And I’ll tell her what you actually do on your weekends in L.A with the drugs and the porn. And once I’m done, I’ll call my uncle who’s still the head of the largest gang in the United States, and he’ll chop off your fingers so you can’t touch your shvants anymore. So, I’ll ask you one time. And I hope you were listening because Matt can’t save you here. And I’ll give you a hint, if you say a thing about my wife, that cab won’t be coming. A hearse will be coming, so this is important for your livelihood.  Sal, what did you do this evening?”

“You like Pulp Fiction? You knew a lot of Yiddish is your wife a jew too?” Sal asked still grimacing from the pain Maya was inflicting like it was horrrible but he had questions. 

“Yes, ten minutes, that’s fine.” You say into the phone, looking into the Los Angeles skyline from your mansion on the hill as Maya’s last nerve just got flicked. 

Maya moves her heel off of Sal and he sighs happily. 

But it’s short lived, as he didn’t answer correctly. 

Maya knee’s him in the face and Sal’s nose makes a grody snapping noise and your face scrunches in disgust. 

But while you dominated the bedroom, Maya wore the strap in your societal relationship. This is how you two worked. 

You were not the type of wife to say ‘stop, no don’t baby, he didn’t mean it.’ Nor were you the top to say ‘stop defending my honor, I’m the dom I can do it myself.’

No, you and Maya worked because she broke boys' noses, and you sat pretty against her at dinner. And then when you got home Maya begged for release and you made her sweat and scream for mercy. 

You two worked. 

Fucking power couple really. 

You hung up and walked over to Maya and tucked the phone in the back of her dress pants.

Then reached over to her wrist and took one of her bracelets to make shift it into a hair tie to pull your unruly hair up into a messy bun. 

“YOUS BROOWKE ME NOWSE.” He tried with a lisp as blood gushed out and you both cringed at him like it was gross. You reached over to Maya’s jacket pocket which had a pocket swear and you took it out. Waiving it up and down once to loosen it from the pressed fold, and then you tossed it at his face and her grabbed it and held it against his gushing nose. 

“Sal, she’s not going to help you more than that. I know my wife. So, what did you do this evening?” Maya asked again, even though she really wanted to end this now. And you knew it from the way her body was tense, you’d seen this go badly before. 

She was right, you wouldn’t interfere more than what you’d already done. 

“I BROWKE MY NOWSE ADTA BAWR.” 

Maya turned to you and arched her eyebrow at Sal’s story. You shrugged and rolled your eyes and Maya took a deep breath through her nose like it was too exhausting to talk to this smuck. 

“Ok, that works. The taxi will be here soon, stay outside. Don’t take photos of anything, or my high heel will pop your ball sack, it’ll be more graphic than Apocalypse Now in my front yard. Okay Sal?” Maya asked and you leaned up and kissed her cheekbone and then whispered in her ear and she seemed to like what you said. 

You both turned back in the house as Sal tried to set his nose but just kept cursing. 

When you walked back in, Patty was ushering people out of the house, knowing you two had agreed that people would leave the house before midnight. 

About the time Susan Sarandon was touching Maya’s arm and laughing about how great a Bdsm night this whole thing was, you were ready to go into a dark room and not talk to anyone for a long time. 

Maya was polite, but her expression morphed as Sarandon was distracted, she found your gaze, and it was clear she knew you were done. 

Maya spoke to Susan now, and you knew it was a gentle and nice goodbye. 

You picked up a bunch of plates and walked over to the kitchen setting them in the sink and as you turned to open the fridge for a drink, Michelle Pfeiffer walked over to you. 

“Hi, I just want to say. I’m a huge fan of your books. I know it’s a little out of the ordinary for anyone to acknowledge who we are here. But I wanted to let you know, I think you are so talented.” The older actress is a little breathy as she compliments you. 

“Oh, wow, um. Thank you!” You say surprised having not expected this, or her to know who you were. 

“I was wondering, if it is ok. I heard you are pretty involved in this community. I was wondering if you wanted to play sometime.”

You held the sparkling water for a little too long in your hands as you tried to catch up to what was happening. 

“I’m sorry are you asking to play with me?” Your eyebrows furrow. 

“Well, if that’s alright. I mean if you aren’t interested-”

“I’m flattered, I’m also married.” You cut off. 

“Would he mind?” She asks quickly, and you can’t begin to explain how much Maya would mind.

“Oh, he really, really would,” Maya’s voice cuts from behind the actress, and you try to hide your smile. This was gonna be good. 

The older woman turns around to see Maya standing there, with her sexy tailored suit, her razor sharp nails, gorgeous hair and make up, and a hand on her hip as she gives a look that could be studied by psychologists who specialize in serial killers. 

“I didn’t realize.” Pfeiffer tries, and you see it now, she just put together your last name and she obviously knows who Maya is. Everyone in Hollywood had heard rumors of what she did for the studio, and she was heavily feared. Even for a legend like Miss Scarface. 

The actress bows her head and leaves your house very quickly. 

But not before Maya calls out. 

“Bye, Grease 2!” Which is honestly maybe even meaner than breaking Sal’s nose. 

You chuckle and hand the bubble water to Maya. Who takes it and twists off the cap and takes the first long gulp, and she doesn’t stop. You know she’s calming her temper before speaking to you, her wife who did nothing wrong in that situation. 

“Is everyone finally gone?” You ask, realizing the house is now quiet once more.

Maya nods her head once but continues to chug the water, and you know now she’s really worked up from that. 

And you couldn’t help yourself, you make it work. 

“Grease 2 was bad, but she was Cat Woman, and that leather was hot.” You say it so low and slow and Maya moves the bottle from her lips and slams it down on the counter top and the plastic breaks. 

And she’s scowling at you now, and you feel the arousal shoot through your body. 

“Don’t do this.” Maya’s voice is not even a whisper. 

“You know, I had a poster of her on my wall.” You tell the truth and Maya takes one step and she’s picked you up and you are laughing. 

She runs across the house holding you above her and she takes the stairs faster than you thought the 51 year old could. But she moves with purpose and your thrown onto your california king sized bed and you laugh fully now. 

“You did not!”

“I don’t even like blondes, Maya! I like brunettes with sparkling eyes and bad attitudes. If my women can’t snap a man in half then they can’t touch my ass!” You say it and then snort at the image of Sal bleeding on your front yard. 

“The bad boys?” Maya’s eyebrow arches, and you think she’s showing a lot of strength now. But you aren’t ready to let it go. 

“Didn’t you hear her, I have to ask my husband before I play!” You laughed so hard your sides hurt at the idea. 

And Maya just can’t even handle this, she grabs your ankle and takes off your black heels one by one and puts them on the floor as you keep giggling. 

“No, I like my wife. I like how she sighs when I finally let her sink her fingers inside of me.” You say, and Maya’s whole demeanor shifts, and she’s let her walls down completely now. Done with the tough act, ready to be safe and loved and intimate with you. 

She doesn’t need to be the bad boy here; you’d love every shade of Maya Mason. Her nails scratch up your leg, and you allow it for a second, enjoying her touch. 

“I heard someone ask what a power bottom was tonight.” Maya tried to sound casual as she took off her suit jacket, to only have her bra underneath and now you were done laughing done talking even, this wasn’t funny, this was fucking sexy as hell. She threw the nice suit jacket to the armchair in the corner. You try to recover from this effortless Maya sex appeal she has.  

“Oh? Did you tell them?”

“No, not my place to teach. You write the seduction, I just sell it, baby girl. ” Maya shrugged, looking away from yo,u and your knees fell to the sides at the sight of her now. 

Maya let her thumb trail down her stomach to tease you, as her nail hooked under her nice dress pants, and you noticed her leather belt, a light bulb went off. 

You loved being kinky, you loved being a writer, but more than all of that, you loved Maya. 

“Give me your belt.” You say, and Maya’s face quickly flashes confused, obviously unaware of how she had been your muse. 

“Come on power bottom. Let’s see what you can do.” You challenge and Maya’s grin is the one she saves just for you, in this space. 

She takes off the belt faster now, and hands it to you.

Before dropping her dress pants and she goes to take off her lacey thong but you tsk her and she stops, before her knees fall to the bed. 

“Do you know what a power bottom is, Maya?”

“Of course I do.” She doesn’t glare, but her tone isn’t sweet, and you take the tail end of the belt and loop it through the buckle before you make a disapproving face. 

“That wasn’t a very polite way to speak to your domme. Nor was it a very nice thing to say to your wife. Now seeing as I’m asking now, not some skanky girl at a party. Let’s see if my Mama can behave and answer a simple question.” Your tone is harsher and Maya’s body is already subconsciously reacting; she’s leaning into you, like she wants a bite, a kiss, a slap. 

“What are you doing with the belt?”

“You don’t like this belt? You got it from my side of the closet, it’s real leather.” You pretend not to understand what your wife is saying. 

“I like it, I like it in your hands too.” Maya licks her top lip now, and you think, ‘good you are thirsty.’ 

“You like it in my hands?” You are both on your knees across from each other, but you inch closer to her, and Maya’s breathing out of her mouth like she can’t wait for what happens next. 

“Yes, baby, I do.”

“I like it better like this.” You say and put the belt over her head and then tighten it around her neck, just enough to be uncomfortable but not enough to hurt her. You keep it there with your fingers and Maya’s knee’s buckle and you laugh at her reaction to this. 

“Safe word Mrs. Mason?”

“Budget Cuts.” Her voice has lost all it’s bite now, and she’s yours once more, your little whore. Who will do anything you want, just to get to touch you again? 

“Do you need to use your safe word, darling?” You ask, and Maya’s hands go out to the mattress and you understand she needs to lie down, it’s just too good, she doesn’t have it in her to sit up. 

You gently guide her to lie down across the bed, on top of the comforter. 

“No, fuck baby. I’m yours, do whatever you want, sweet girl.” Maya’s legs fall open now, begging you to use her. 

You don’t, though, you are fully clothe,d and Maya’s eyes fall to your chest, wanting you naked again. She can see the tops of your lacey bra, and it’s been killing her all night. 

Your hair falls around your face, out of your bun, and Maya’s gaze is one you know too well, she thinks you look beautiful. 

“Maya, baby, you tell me if it’s too tight, or we don’t play with the belt again, ok?” You warn her, and Maya lets her tongue hang open and nods twice, and it’s enough for you for now. 

You straddle her hips, your nice pants tight, and Maya’s hand’s move to grab your ass and you tug on the belt to remind her ‘no touching.’ 

She’s quick, both her hands fall to her own thighs, and her nails dig into her skin. 

“You didn’t like Sal in our home, why?”

You ask and it throws Maya for a loop, she wasn’t expecting you to bring that up now. But she’s smarter than all of the stupid studio gives her credit for, and she’s nothing if not adaptable to negotiations.

“He doesn’t get to be in our home.” She says and you don’t like it and your head tilts from side to side like you are deciding if that’s what you want. 

“Do you feel embarrassed that you are the bottom here, Maya? Do you not want them to know what your younger wife does? That you cum without me touching you, just from your tongue inside my cunt? Or are you afraid of them seeing you so desperate for me?” You ask, and Maya’s hips buck as you hold the belt against her neck. 

“Fuck no, I’m not any of that baby. It’s no one’s fucking business, and he wasn’t respecting you in our home. No one disrespects you.” Maya’s voice is stern and it makes your heart leap. 

“Good answer, you get a reward, Mama. What would you like?” You ask knowing already what she’s going to say. Maya’s hand reaches to play with your nice top, just the bottom of it, just to ask. You release the belt and take your top off. And Maya goes to touch and you grap the belt and yank her up to your face now, holding her in place. “ Not so fast, we haven’t finished yet.”

“Fuck baby, my sweet girl. I’ve been so good, I fucking watched as people stared at your ass all night and I didn’t lose my mind.”

“You did break Sal’s nose, but that doesn’t really count. You were very good. But now we are having a BDSM lesson. Come on, Mrs. Robbinson, think you can keep up with your baby girl?” You tease, and Maya’s back arches under you as you hold the leather and place her back onto the bed. 

“Now what was her question, oh yes! What is a power bottom?”

You ran your free hand under the wire of her gorgeous maroon La Perla lacey bra. It makes her whole body shiver under your teasing touch, like this is her first time being seduced. 

“Fuck, power bottoms..They can be assertive from the bottom.”

“Hmm, interesting, I suppose some could think it is that. Do you think you can explain more than that?” You ask, and you unhook her bra with one hand and choke her with the other. 

Maya’s gazefall down to her now bare chest, her rosy nipples already straining from how horney your words and touch make her. 

You bend down and let the tip of your tongue brush against her nipple, and it hardens painfully now and Maya hisses like she’s been burned. You turn your head to the side and lick the circle around her areola before sitting up straight again. 

“Did I already make you into such a cum slut you can’t think? Baby, what are you a straight man? I play with you just a little, and you can’t answer me anymore? Do you need to cum, already? You don’t wanna play with your baby anymore? Mama you just a one-shot wonder? I bet I could make you ‘cream’ in your underwear. Just like a bad boy. You think I should do that, not even touch your greedy cunt?” You ask her and you pout your lip out and Maya is panting now and her legs are moving without her permission, like she can’t contain herself. 

“Fuck, no I want you. I want everything you’ll give me. Fuck um, ok a power bottom can top from the bottom. Or help a scene go a certain way, it’s like a different head space.”

“Hmmm…do you think you are a power bottom, Maya?” You ask, and Maya’s mind short-circuits and you wait a minute, pretending to be patient. 

But you have another idea, and you get off of Maya entirely and drop the leather belt around her neck. 

You stand to the side of the bed and start to walk away. 

“WAIT NO! BABY COME BACK! WAIT I’LL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE, BABY DON’T GO! I’ll be so good for you, I’ll do anything, don’t go!” Maya sounds like she’s a crazed woman begging for her life, and you smirk before turning back to her. 

You reach behind your back and hold the clasp for your bra. 

“Do you, Maya Mason, consider yourself a power bottom?”

“I don’t know, maybe?” Maya’s answer is so non-committed, and you don’t know if it’s because she actually hasn’t thought about it. Which would make sense, Maya doesn’t like a lot of labels. But she is very into terminology and weaponizing it for marketing. So this could be a few different levels for Maya. 

Or perhaps she was afraid if she said yes or no you wouldn’t give her what she wanted. Which was hilarious, how could anyone resist Maya, shirtless and begging to fuck. With leather around her throat and her panties already beyond ruined. 

You lift your foot dramatically and take a small step forward, and Maya is watching your every move like if she blinks she may miss something good. 

“Do you? Do you feel like a power bottom, Mommy?” You as,k and your chin tilts to the side and you look at her with enough seduction to have Bruno Mars forget Michelle and say your name instead. You were that fucking white gold right now. 

And the hungry, needy, and impossibly aroused Maya was making it very clear that she’d beg borrow and steal to touch you just for a second tonight. 

“I- don’t know.”

“Do you feel in control?” You change the game, and Maya’s mouth is open, like she can’t breathe anymore. 

You unclip the back of your bra and it falls swiftly to the floor, and your tits are out, and Maya’s entire being is ready to combust on the spot, you wonder if she’s about to cum. 

“How about now?”

The snow had been falling for almost a week, the girls gathered together in the dorm after Simon gave them a few days off to enjoy the celebratory date, Christmas. Everyone was eager and excited to spend it together, they all bought gifts to give each one individually, Chisa and Jurin were currently in the kitchen preparing cookies to eat while they were all around the tree, while there were three excited children poking and pinching the sweets, aka Maya , Harvey and you.

Scaring Juria and Hinata when they ran into the living room after almost being attacked by a Chisa furious because you were stealing the freshly baked cookies, with the threat: “If you come back, I won't have any mercy!”. Of course, if you came back she would be ready with half a bag ready to throw at you.

It's a few minutes before midnight, they were all spread around the room, laughing at each other because of what they were wearing, Chisa and Harvey dressed as Christmas trees, Maya and Cocona as snowmen, Jurin and you as reindeer, finishing with Hinata like Santa Claus.

“Okay, should we start delivering presents?” Maya asked anxiously as she looked at her pile of gifts.

"I think so?" Hinata nodded hesitantly, waiting for a response from the leader, looking at Chisa.

“Oh, sure. Here we go!" Chisa agreed.

They all flew to the Christmas tree, picking up their gifts with their names on them and sitting down again, waiting for another answer to open them or at least try to guess who was responsible for the gift. Chisa held her gift in her lap, giving a signal to everyone to open their gifts, whistles of excitement and murmurs of excitement could be heard throughout the room.

“Why is mine so big~~?!” Cocona asked as she tried to open her gift, hearing the members giggle.

“It must be bigger than you!” Maya laughed at her friend as she opened the large green bow.

“Oh!” Cocona blurted out, taking the gift out of the bag and shaking it as she hugged the large stuffed Snorlax.

"So cute!" Harvey said as he hugged the giant plushie with Cocona.

“We can all hug, literally.” Hinata commented, looking at the plush in awe.

Meanwhile, you opened your gift, happy that your hidden friend loved the gift you chose especially for her. The members were startled by the scream you let out, holding up your gift excitedly, your nerd screaming inside you after getting a personalized Jinx.

"I don't believe!" She shouted as she held the biscuit sculpture, jumping up and down excitedly, the members laughing at her reaction.

“The nerd is excited.” Chisa teased the newest joining of the other members.

"How am I?" Jurin asked, drawing attention to the leader, seeing her with a hat with kitten ears and on each side a small knitting rope with stars hanging from it.

The girls applauded and laughed at the eldest as she praised her, who had a smug and proud smile on her lips. A bright flash reached the girls' eyes, regaining their vision to see Maya with a huge naughty smile as she held a polaroid camera, some laughing as they asked to take more decent photos.

Juria, Cocona and Harvey were excited as they played with their current plushies, including Snorlax, Juria's Hello Kitty and a unicorn giving it to Harvey, laughing like a child who had just received his wish from Santa.

Chisa drawing attention from all over Japan by turning on a microphone as a gift, as she loved singing, the members' current thoughts would be to buy earplugs, while on the other side of the room, Hinata dangled Ariana Grande's album in her hands at you and Maya, they spent a long moment enjoying the exchange of surprise gifts before giving that look.

They dispersed to get more cookies in the kitchen, Chisa and Jurin shrugging as they talked in the living room, until the youngest girl's call was heard and they walked to the kitchen entrance and were stopped by you and Maya excitedly as they said nonsense things until Tell the older ones to look at the ceiling. Looking only to see the little mistletoe being hung by a ribbon.

That wasn’t there earlier…” Jurin spoke calmly, Chisa agreeing with her.

“No, you just didn’t see it.” You snorted, adding to the lie. “Either way, it doesn’t matter at this point.”

“Really, just do tradition.” Maya encouraged, her eyes shining.

A wave of encouragement filled the kitchen, Chisa and Jurin's cheeks red, shy that their members were doing this.

“Okay, okay, okay.” Chisa agreed, silencing the audience, looking shyly at Jurin after a quick sigh. "So you…"

Chisa didn't have to complete to receive a sweet and soft kiss on the lips by Jurin, her wide eyes relaxing with the mutual feelings as it was just her and Jurin left, the surprised younger girls began to clap and celebrate, jumping up to hug their leaders. .

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting that!” You mentioned it to Maya, she agreed.

“What were you waiting for?” Juria innocently asked.

“A kiss on the cheek?” Maya replied, silence taking over the room after they managed to bring the new couple together, both with their cheeks burning with shyness.

“Oh, we're still under the mistletoe…” It was Hinata's turn to speak. “Can we have Christmas cheek kisses?” She asked the older ones, receiving a nod.

“Of course, my loves!”