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monstas1ut · 3 months ago

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Rivals For The Pussy

EREN YEAGER x black!reader x JEAN KIRSTEIN

Summary

__Black!reader is a pretty little self made pornstar. To gather more money for her obnoxiously pink room, she gives the opportunity for two men to come fuck her like she’s a little ragdoll.. but what happens when the two men know each other? And not in great light…

Content

__black!reader, female!reader, Jean is an eater, they talk shit about each other while fucking you, anal, creampies, choking, praise, double penetration, oral(sucking dick), one kiss from Eren :) Jean eats your pussy and ass, squirting ofc, hair pulling, dirty talk

___brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous

A/n

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Lightning passed right before your very eyes. That white, crispy line of fire intimidating you. It erupted a Innocent laughter from you, worry all throughout as you tilted your head.

“You two must know each other?” You worriedly spoke, hoping you didn’t spark some sort of issue. How were you supposed to know if these two had anything to do with each other? With the way they were just glaring at each other's deep souls, there was surely intentional friction. But, you had hoped this would pass.

Sure, the two men were staring each other down but you couldn’t help but notice their sexy attributes. Standing in your brightly pink, frilly room were two tall hunks of meat.

It was about two days ago, you could see that your room was becoming a bit boring for you. How funny that was, considering the room had pink lighting, pink carpet, pink bedding and everything else was a shade of pink. Someone threw up pink in your room, and yet you deemed it not good enough. You needed more things, more plushies to be in the background of your naughty videos… More things to dirty up, more things to use while creaming to your heart's content.

With that, you gave a simple but effective solution to your problem. Your fans were rowdy, they begged to have a chance to show you their talents.. how fast they could make you cum, how fast they could get you to give up that pretty little asshole. But, you needed money. So, a bid was practically put on your body. Maybe it was a bit raunchy, but you simply didn’t care enough… as long as they had the money. And all men were easily manipulated with your banging body, so you gained money alright.

40k and 50k

The second you even woke up and saw such money, life as you knew it changed. What crazy things pussy could make a man do. However, the most fortunate thing was seeing that these two men were drop dead gorgeous… even more so in front of you.

“Imma put a bullet in your head the second this is over with..” Eren, that was his name. His eyes were such a pretty color, it sparked adventure and dreams but also dares. He stood at around 6’0 and had dark brown, chocolate colored hair that was halfway pulled back while the rest of his strands fell on his shoulders. As of right now, his face was heavily agitated. His big veiny hands were stuffed deep in the pockets of his grey, soft sweatpants that were untied and revealing just a slight v line on his fair skin. And as your precious eyes trailed up, you could watch how his black tank caressed his core muscles and laid against his bulky wide shoulders.

You could only swallow, fantasies planted deep into your mind as his icy chain jolted when he spoke eagerly. Or when his sharp jaw tensed up.

“Don’t scare her. You damn sure can’t scare me but you’ll scare the pretty lady.. and she’s the one that invited us here dumbass..” Jean, his name was a bit weird off the tongue, however you wouldn’t mind screaming it. He had a sexy goatee, and his lips were inviting. His smirk was more on the teasing side, his seductive eyes even glancing towards you. That’s before he reached out towards you. This man’s arm was veiny, they were so prominent. All you could do was stand there, staring pathetically at his face. He had lighter brown hair, like a tiramisu color and it was a little on the messier side, but it fit him nicely. Just like his shirt, as his shirt was black, more compression type and he also wore sweatpants. However, his pants were white just like his teeth, and his teeth shined just like his diamond earring.

It all caught you in a world wind, especially when you were pulled in front of Jean. The back of your body was firmly pressed against him, a little yelp exiting. You had to realize that Jean was just a tad bit taller at 6’2, but at the same time, Eren’s attitude was heavy.

“Ain’t that right, doll.. tell him to just let it all go.. before I have my hand at fucking you first.” Jean was speaking, and you could feel the deep dark rumble from his chest as he did. Your face was crumbling up in a worried manner, but it was exciting. Were these two gang members? You could only think so… but that was the least of your worries. You were just hoping that wasn’t a gun shoved in Eren’s pants.

Eren looked as if he could snarl like a dog, but his eyes weakened when looking at you. He’s the one that put 50k on what’s in front of him. He put money down on you. Honestly, he figured it was a good investment.. his cock needed to be drained and what was wrong with draining it inside of you?

The two men knew what they were getting into, they both indulged in your videos.. practically knew each video by heart. What timestamp you'd cum, what timestamp you’d spray the screen with your juices. Maybe it was an addiction, but they didn’t want to call it that. How could anyone not be entranced with you? Your pretty, fluffy, little lashes with your glossy lips. Maybe it was your body that squeezed into that tiny little pink two piece. The top had a cute bunny on it with thin straps, it was a cute bralette. That, along with the tiny little shorts that slightly dug in your thighs.. gifting them that plump look.

Pink really did suit your brown skin, they could both agree with that.

“The camera’s been rollin’ for a minute now… I just wanted you two ta’ meet but I guess that’s out the window…” you mumbled, the air a tad bit lighter than it was before, but that’s because you were just pleading Eren with your sweet eyes. “Let’s just have a good time…?” It was the fact that you didn’t even know these men that well, and here you were trying to make them act right together. “Either that or I’m not letting you two fuck me at all..” might’ve been a bit naughty to say, but the way their eyes darted to you was like a bird seeing its prey.

That was all you had to mutter, they figured it might be beneficial for them to speak nothing of the outside while here. Besides, after your shorter form decided to press your knees down into the floorboards, all their thoughts were wiped. There was the occasional glare or two, but the heat of their internal battles were insignificant as your sparkly lips would suck on one plump tip to the other.

You felt like a cute, cheap whore.

Your nails were medium long, pretty little charms on each nail. Eren’s cock had the pleasure of having hello kitty charms wrapped around his cock while Jean had the luck of having Strawberry shortcake. Truly you were cute, the two could admit that without problem. Watching you destroy your own throat to pleasure them was the best thing your fan’s have seen yet.

Saliva was dripping down your chin as your eyes rolled back unwillingly, only slightly choking on Eren’s long, curved cock. It was so pretty and thick, his tip was a bit on the darker side, but pink. It was kissing the back of your throat as your lips grazed the two thick veins that warned you of the danger ahead.

“Shit-…” Eren couldn’t believe the shiver that ran through him, his eyes not leaving your face for a second. That’s until his anger was deep within as he watched your other hand jerking Jean’s cock off. So, he ended up glaring Jean’s way.. but they were both so pink in the face that nothing could come of it. That especially was true when you slowly reached your lips to touch his pelvis. A significant bulge was seen in your throat only for a second before pulling away and spitting on his cock. A little shaky breath left your lips as you began to move your hand back and forth and back and forth… Eren’s lower stomach tightened. He couldn’t believe this sight.

His precum mixed with your drool was dripping from your lips and chin, right down to that pretty cleavage of yours. That’s the problem though, the second you turned your head to Jean, Eren’s strong hand went down to your chest. His hands were rough, but his touch was gentle as he lifted the tiny fabric up off of your breasts. Your precious nipples looked even more amazing in person.

“Swirl around my tip baby, please..” Jean was obviously more relaxed than Eren, due to his teasing personality. He hasn’t thought of the rivalry once after you got down on your knees. And considering your now slightly glossy lips were around his dick, he couldn’t think about much. That pink tongue of yours slowly swirled around in your mouth, abusing his tip which was a light pink. Jean’s cock was more on the thin side but was absolutely long. A part of you was quite happy that he was more sensitive on his tip.

Slurping up the precum that came from him, you just made a soft moan. Jean felt the vibrations rip through, and it made him buckle. It felt so good that he had to grip at your hair. Jean nor Eren were virgins, but neither had such a bad lil thing on their cocks before. They couldn’t believe how horny they were, how eager they were to get their hands on you. They felt like demons. They wanted to rush their cocks into you so badly. So much, that Jean’s grip on your hair became tighter.. and his cock slipped out of your mouth with a soft pop.

The silence was loud, but the lust was like a drug. Eren and Jean’s rivalry peaked at this moment. Their eyes just piercing the others. And you thought they were going to fight again, but the second you opened your mouth to say something, Eren’s cock slipped into your wet mouth. It made you choke, but he slipped out.

“Keep that mouth open for us… we’ll play nice with each other for now..” It began to be clear which man was talking.. and that deep, rough voice was from Eren. “Yeah, just let us use that pretty mouth a little bit..” that was Jean, his slight mocking tone, deep and rustic. They were oh so different, but what they had in common was using you. Their cocks both plunging deep into your throat one by one. First Eren would slip in with that hook of his, then remove it. Then Jean would slip his pole in, and it continued on.

Your pussy began to throb, leaking right through that tiny fabric as your hands moved to their thighs. You began to squeeze at them, being still. They were so close together, their hips moving back and forth as they guided their cocks in your throat without a second thought. Eren enjoyed the way your eyes teared up, the glossy wall fading once you blinked, causing the tears to fall.

“Taking it so well..” Eren whispered, the melodic sounds of your choking just wrapped around his heart. “Don’t grip her hair too fuckin much…” Eren grumbled to the other male that had you choking as well. Jean only huffed, Eren was right.. he kind of got deep into the pleasure. He softly let go of your hair, thinking Eren was being honest. However, Eren just simply wanted you to himself. He moved a bit and grabbed your hair probably even more tighter than Jean had it. It made your pussy quiver, the aggression making you eager for what’s to come.

“Now… How about-…” Eren began as he gripped his cock and slapped it nicely on your tongue. “-you take this dick in your throat again..” he hissed, only giving out such a deep moan from your lips being wrapped around his cock again. He was throbbing so bad, but he could still look Jean in the eye. It was getting a bit hot in here, the two males were breathing a bit harder than they were a few seconds ago. Jean decided it would be best to remove that shirt of his, his muscles touching the air as you were just hoping to get a glance.. but your mouth was filled with the salty taste of Eren’s cock.

“Always gotta hog… that’s alright though.” Jean shot right back, only getting shorter. You could see in the corner of your eye that he was getting lower and lower and he just disappeared.

“Imma eater…” that’s all you heard before your pathetic demise. The fans watching were absolutely delighted. Just to watch two men who were in the spots that they wanted to be in.. it angered them but they needed to see more. They wanted to watch more. And the tension that arose was from Jean completely tearing through those pink shorts. That thick, brown pussy right above him as he slipped right below you.

His goatee didn’t grow from just anything..

God you wanted to look down so bad at his chiseled face, but you had to remember the most jealous one was corrupting your throat. Eren’s hand was now gripping the back of your throat, demanding your attention with a scoff. But maybe he had to thank Jean just this once. His cock experienced the most sensual vibration coming from your mouth. A sweet little moan came from you the second Jean pulled you down and started sucking your glistening clit. Those strong, powerful arms were keeping your thighs down, flexing on pure instinct.

“Fuck… use his dumb ass face baby… keep those sweet sounds coming…” Eren groaned, choking back his own moans as you were more eager for some reason. Your head bobbed back and forth on his length, slurping and moaning like a little toy that loved to be used for money. But it just was so good, you couldn’t care about seeming like a slut, not when Jean was eating you like this… and his nose, it was so perfect.

Your pussy had never been so tingly, so wet, so numb. You could feel how sore your throat was going to become from all the dick in your mouth. Eren’s cock was so much, yet you stuffed it inside your throat hole everytime. It was so tight, he was having trouble trying to keep at it. He did not want to cum first, no that would be ridiculous. He did not want to lose to Jean, and Jean looked like he would lose. He was gripping your thick ass like he’d never touched an ass before. Squeezing it, molding it, spreading it to get more of that juicy pussy in his mouth. He wanted to taste every part of it… all that pink on the inside.

No, you couldn’t take it. Your body began moving on its own. The little attempt you made at grinding on his face didn’t fail. You were moving back and forth and back and forth. You weren’t sure if Jean could breathe, but you knew he was enjoying it from how his grip got tighter. And you just couldn’t keep sucking Eren’s cock.. not when heaven was being sent to you on earth.

“Ahhh-!.. fuckme-!” Your precious moans finally filled the air. Your face was all messy and wet, and a cock was still laying on it. Your tongue came out again, trying to let Eren back in but he just relished in this picture… you were already drunk off the pleasure.

“Jean!… Jean… feels so fuckin good-… gonna make me cum…” you alerted this with all of your pretty whining. A little giggle even erupted from you as you felt his tongue slip right into your hole.. and his tongue was so long.

“Mess his face up baby.. ride him til he can’t breathe..” Eren growled, bending over only to take advantage of that tongue. He took it in his mouth, the sudden kiss making you hornier as you pressed your lips sloppily onto his. You tasted sinful, the tastes of Jean’s and Eren’s cocks mashed into one and he still kissed you.. even if that was his enemy. You felt the tingles, the rollercoaster of a feeling. Your weight was fully on Jean’s face as you rode it, his nose the star of your pleasure.

Your moan echoed against the walls when Eren pulled away from the exotic kiss. His mean behavior turned you on, and you couldn’t help it.. but when he wrapped his hand around your throat? You had to cum.

“Fuck! I-I’m so sorry-!” You gasped loudly, feeling yourself soak Jean’s handsome face with juices. It was like a small explosion gushing onto his face. Jean couldn’t breathe, but he saw the light when you actually lifted up and the sprinklers turned on. His face was dripping, and of course Eren believed that to be funny.

“Damn ma, you just about drowned his stupid ass…” Eren spat out, silently wishing it was true, but Jean, although quiet at first, laughed. “That wouldn’t be such a shit death.” He retorted back while sitting up. The male then wiped his face in a downward motion as you were sitting on the floor, taken aback. Sure, vibrators could do this.. but not in the sexiest way. Your mind was completely hazy, and your eyes were half lidded. To be honest, you were afraid to ask them what was next. Your body was theirs to play with.. and they knew that full well.

Eventually, you felt your body being lifted off the ground with little to no effort. A small squeal coming from you as you realized it was Eren. His face filled with determination and want as he placed you onto the bed. All you could see were two masculine, rival men glaring at each other for the fifth time. However, they were subtly agreeing on which hole was theirs… and you only realized that late. You realized when you were on top of Eren. His muscles were so firm and so nice to lay on, you had to lay your head on him.

Behind you, it was obvious it was Jean.. gripping onto your jiggly ass as it was poked up a bit in the air.

One cock was eager for your pussy lips, the other eager for your pretty little asshole that winked often. The tension was inevitable, and the want was extreme. It all excited Jean so much that he was already leaking precum on your pretty asshole.

“Please.. hurry.. Eren I need you inside my pussy..” this was almost like a cry for help, you needed the naughty feeling to go away. And Eren couldn’t ignore it, you said his name so cutely… in such a needy voice. Only him, not Jean… that’s because you needed Jean in your asshole.

“I’m big baby, gonna stretch you out some..” Eren warned, his hands softly gripping your waist as you went between to grip Eren’s thick cock. It was leaking so much precum that you believed he was going to cum fast.. but that wasn’t the case. A loud gushing sound followed the actions of his dark pink tip pushing past your small lips. He was quite thick indeed, and his cock stretched you out just as nice. “Stretchin’ me out.. fuck- that’s so much dick..” you hissed, barely going down to his pelvis. You were two thirds of the way down.. but that’s when you felt that familiar pair of lips. They were pressing against your tiny little asshole.

“Jean!” You gasped, your pussy instantly getting wetter from the realization. Jean was deep in the crack of your ass, his tongue dipping in and out of your pretty hole. It was helping more than enough as your pussy was opening up more for Eren’s cock to dive deeper. These men, they were turning you into a pure slut. You were so weak, your asshole was getting so excited that it was also opening up from the saliva from Jean. You were so spread open, you could tell your fans were enjoying this too.. with all the loud pinging donations..

“Oh-ohmygod-… I can’t take this-…” you cried, only for Eren to slowly wrap his strong arms around you.. keeping you pressed against him. Jean didn’t stop, his slurping sounds and his eating only making you dive deep into the intoxicating feeling. Your edges were just fucked up, not laid whatsoever any longer. A loud moan exited you eventually, and the two males realized that Eren was now balls deep into that perfect pussy.

“There she goes..” Jean practically cooed, dripping saliva on your asshole before he slipped his big thumb inside of your hole. You weren’t new to a cock being in your ass, but Jean was big enough to cause you trouble… Obviously he knew this from watching your videos so damn much. What horny bastards they were, that’s what you wanted to say.. but here you were, looking like a sex doll.

And with that thumb slipping in and out of your ass, you slowly moved up and then down. Your pretty ass jiggled when you did, and Eren was so quiet. You had to lift your head.. but you could only see his flushed red face, his eyes intense. His hold on you got tighter the second you looked at him. He could feel every inch of your wall, and his heart was beating so quickly at this fact. All he could do was bite back his moans, letting you bounce up and down on his thickness.

Jean might not like Eren, but the way your pussy sucked his cock up was damn near art. The sloppy plops of skin began to get louder the more eager you were. The aching feeling of needing an orgasm was just scratching at you.

“Fuck- dick so good.. oh-.. thank you.. thank you..” you babbled out, moans unable to be kept back, you sounded pathetic. It made Jean’s cock jolt when you sounded that way. He wasn’t in yet, but Eren was.. and he could barely speak.

“She’s saying thank you.. the least you could do is say you’re welcome..” Jean meanly said to Eren, knowing the male was too prideful to moan in a girl's ear, let alone yours. But for some reason Eren was blank minded enough to agree. He let a deep, raspy moan go when he opened his mouth..

“You’re fucking welcome ma.. keep taking it. I know you can.” he couldn’t muster out much, but his words went right down your spine. Jean had a great view of your spine, he could see your pretty little arch. “That’s right love, listen to Eren just this once. Only because he’s right this time..”

Eren wanted to talk shit so badly, however before anything could come out.. he only groaned. He sharply breathed in when you squeezed tight around his dick. Your sweet russet colored face was contorted in pure pleasure, your golden pussy trapping Eren in erotica. You were tightening up because Jean was aligned with your slightly agape asshole. His tip prodding about before slipping in.

“Fuck she’s grippin me..” Eren couldn’t hold back, he moaned out deeply, his hands moving to your hips as he squeezed tight. That’s when he slowly bucked his hips up into yours. His cock followed the movement. Eren was fucking up into your tight death grip, his body able to do as such because he was athletic.

“I can’t take it~… Oh shit~…” it was like you were drunk, partially present in the moment as your asshole stretched open. The more Eren fucked up into you with purpose, the more Jean could slip inside. Jean’s face was filled with need.. he was only a little bit inside but enough to slip in and out. And for once in their lives, the rivals were in sync. Thrust after thrust…

“So much-!… m’gonna cum!..”

Thrust thrust thrust thrust…

“I’m not even in all the way baby…you better hold that in..” Jean pleaded as he felt you tighten up even more than you already were. Jean however, pushed right through. The amazing feeling of your tightest, richest walls against his cock made him feel on top of the world. This whole thing was like a dream, to finally be in this sweet, adorable room filled with plushies of all sorts. Any other time he’d definitely joke about Eren laying down in a bed full of plushies, but they both were getting play from the sexiest girl they knew of.

And damn could you take cock.

You were begging your insides not to cum so quickly, Jean was taking advantage of your slippery goodness.. using it as lube as well as his spit. Mixed together, you were just opening up more and more for his long cock. The urge to just plunge through was so high, but you could now easily take half of his cock.. and that’s all he needed to pound you. Eren had a hold onto your hips, so Jean gripped your waist.

“Best fuckin dick ever..” you drooled on Eren’s right peck. Crying out for dear life as your asshole was being drilled into as well. It was overstimulating, unreal.. and unfair. You got to a point where it was hard distinguishing the two from one another, and they both could see that.

“Who’s beating this pussy up…” Eren teased, his hair sticking to his forehead just a little as he moaned into your ear.

“Y-..ah…Jea-…n-no… Eren..”

It was cute of you to mess up…

“Who’s stretching this asshole out..?” Jean questioned, watching you babble out nonsense before you breathed in loudly. “Jean!..” hearing his name made him shiver.. He didn’t know if he could last as long as Eren was… truly he’d give that to him. But the way you ass recoiled against his pelvis, and the way your asshole puckered around his cock? He couldn’t hold out much longer.

No.. he really couldn’t, and he was ashamed but from what he could see? This pretty brown ass was just the death of him. Jean folded hard, and he watched you bounce back on him ever so slowly. Eren had to stop thrusting upwards because you took Jean’s cock as a dildo. Oh you were gonna milk him so bad.

“M’gonna squirt..” you coughed, unable to breathe properly as your pretty pussy forced Eren out. The pretty spray of liquid came out on Eren’s cock as Jean let go. Jean couldn’t hold it anymore… no.. not when you squirted from his cock being in your fat ass. His moans were constant, loud and known. He made sure you understood you were milking him and that hot substance was you draining his cock… “ooh-.. fuck- it’s so-.. so sticky..”

Eren felt accomplished, he made it.. He didn’t cum first, but that was something he couldn’t think of right now, what he had to think of was how humiliating it was to have Jean’s cum drip down and down.. slipping just slightly into your pussy and on Eren’s tip. It made him growl almost, but you slipped Eren right back inside you pussy… bouncing away. Your pussy was so creamy now, making loud noises as if it was talking to Jean and Eren.. Eren fucking loved how noisy your pussy was, practically speaking of how perfect this felt.. how nicely it was fucked…

“Cum in me Eren~.. please.. wanna mix y’all’s cum so bad…” moaning out , Eren heard your naughty request. To be fair, it was sexy and nasty. His rival’s cum was already inside of your ass and some in your pussy.. but it was making a white ring around Eren’s cock…

“Eren please!” Your voice was hoarse, and that’s the last thing Eren needed.. For some reason that caused his precious dick to twitch, and that means his cum was painting your walls. He sounded a bit animalistic when he came inside of you, gripping tighter and tighter on your hips as he was begging you to stop bouncing with just his fingers digging in your skin.

You could feel a hotter substance inside now. All from Eren. His was a bit more liquid-like, but it still mixed with Jean’s cum.. your wish inevitably coming true. Two hunks just came in your two holes, both stretched to meet their cock sizes.

It was so sinful to be there, laying with both holes dripping the cum of two rivals… but the fans loved it. You loved it.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 7 days ago

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Falling For You

Summary: The reader is in a near accident when she falls, literally, into the arms of a grumpy stranger...

Pairing: Tim Bradford x reader

Word Count: 900ish

Warnings: language, near accident

A/N: Please enjoy this little meet cute!...

Your stomach dropped when you saw a car speeding at you in the crosswalk. Something in your brain clicked and you threw yourself forward, feeling the rush of wind from the car behind you. You heard it crash into something as your feet pushed off the pavement without you meaning to. A pedestrian on the curb caught you, strong hands holding you tight.

“Are you okay?” they barked, your ears muffled. You stared up at the man wearing a police officer’s uniform. He twisted his body, looking you over as you noticed the spilled coffee cup on the ground, splattered all over his black boots. “Did you get hit?”

You shook your head, gripping his tree trunk like arms for dear life. He helped you to sit, pointing at another man nearby. They said something to each other, blood pounding in your ears. The police officer started to pull away, your hand digging in.

“...adrenaline…back,” you caught, giving him a nod. He jogged over to the crashed car while a man on the sidewalk knelt down beside you. You rubbed your ears, shaking your head out.

And then everything was loud.

The car horn was blaring. The cop was shouting at a guy who he was cuffing. You turned to the man beside you. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear before. I’m, uh, I’m okay.”

“That cop said adrenaline rushes can do that,” he said. You tried to stand up, the cop suddenly pointing a finger at you.

“Sit down. You’re in shock,” he said. You didn’t really agree with that. Maybe shook up but shock? No. But he was kinda intense when he was angry and you didn’t want to piss him off.

Ten minutes later a paramedic had looked you over and the other bystanders had left, leaving you standing alone on a sidewalk waiting for the cop. He slammed a car door shut on a police vehicle, walking over to you and crossing his arms.

“How you feeling?” he asked.

“Well I nearly just died. Kind of makes that papercut I got this morning not seem so bad.” He smirked, quickly wiping it off his face. “Um, thank you for catching me.”

“You did the hard part. Did the paramedic clear you?” You nodded, rubbing your arm. He watched it, your head shaking.

“Nervous habit.” You took a deep breath. “Do you need a statement or something?”

“I do but we can do that later.”

“I’d rather just get it over with,” you said, closing your eyes.

“Alright. Well I need my morning coffee and you look like you deserve a near death pastry. We can talk at the cafe.”

Five minutes later you were sitting across from him at an outdoor table, Officer Bradford leaning back in his chair after jotting down your name and number in a notebook. He sipped on his black coffee, blue eyes watching you pick up your latte and slurp loudly.

“I feel bad for letting you buy my drink and chocolate muffin.” Instead of offering some kind of reassurance, the guy had the balls to pick up the muffin and take a big hunking chunk out of it. You scrunched up your face, Officer Bradfrod, chewing slowly before swallowing it all down. “Seriously?”

“You made a valid point. I did buy it. I should be entitled to it.” You scoffed, the officer shrugging.

“Here I thought you were a nice guy but you really are a grump, aren’t you?” He shrugged again.

“And now you’re annoyed with me instead of scared from that near-miss.” Your lips parted, the cop picking up the muffin taking another bite. “This is really good,” he said with his mouth full.

“You were distracting me,” you said, wincing to yourself. “Sorry.”

“I kind of like that you have the gall to talk shit to the guy that just saved your life,” he smirked. You ripped the muffin out of his hand, taking a large bite.

“You didn’t save me,” you mumbled, covering your mouth with you hand when you felt crumbs falling out.

“No, no. You’re clearly all put together.” You huffed, swallowing thickly, coughing to yourself. He leaned over and whacked your back as you got some coffee down your dry throat. “Chew more. Would hate to have you choke to death after all that.”

“It’s a good thing you’re handsome is all I’ll say.” He grinned, watching you over the lid of your cup. “So you need my statement?”

“For something like this? No. I got your information if we need to call you but you’re all set.”

“So this was…”

“Getting your head back on straight.” He stood up, giving you a nod. He pulled out a business card, jotting on it with his pen before handing it over. “If you need to call for any reason.”

“Thanks,” you said, raising an eyebrow at the written number that was different than the desk phone listed. “What’s this?”

“A phone number, genius. Are you sure you don’t have a concussion?” You flipped him off, the cop laughing. “Name’s Tim. Give me a call when you’re in need of another distraction. You can buy me a muffin.”

With that he left you staring at the card, debating if a guy like that was going to be more trouble than he was worth.

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madeforgyu · 20 days ago

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something to do with baths and dad gyu is so lovely

bath time. (18+ only, mdni)

summary. mingyu takes care of you after a long day.

pairing. mingyu x f!reader (reader notes. smaller than gyu. she also kinda neurodivergent but can be read as just introverted)

genre. fluff! but marked as +18 bc dadbf!gyu

word count. 675

author’s note. i wrote this at 2am when i was supposed to be asleep

you had a long day. both of you did. you had gone from one event to the next— late lunch with seungkwan and vernon followed by a movie, then gym with his trainer and woozi, and finally, dinner (also with woozi and his trainer).

you had loads of fun— you always do when you’re with mingyu. but while your hunk of a boyfriend is extroverted and easy-going and sociable, you’re a lot more reserved and social interactions drain you.

and mingyu knows this because of course he would.

so the minute you get home, he takes your bag, runs you a bath, and promises homemade hot chocolate and kisses before bed.

mingyu has his arms wrapped around your middle as you lay against him in the warmth of the bathtub. you sit between his legs, back pressed to his chest and head resting in the curve that connects his shoulder to his neck.

neither of you speak.

the bathroom is silent, but safe. comfortable. he knows you need a little quiet to decompress from an entire day’s worth of just being. bubbles float around you in clusters that look like fluffy clouds and you play with it gently, stuck in your own world.

the water is warm, maybe a little on the hotter side, but to the both of you, it’s just right.

“love you, daddy,” you say breaking the silence with a soft, contented sigh as you melt into mingyu.

he smiles as he hears your voice. he takes it as a cue that you’ve come down from your inner world and you’re ready to talk again.

“love you more,” he replies with a kiss to the side of your head. “how you feelin’, baby?”

“tired. but happy. you?”

“happy that you’re happy.” he kisses your shoulder. “think i overbooked us today. sorry, love.”

you smile at his words. he’s always been so attentive to your needs. you hands drop to caress his thighs affectionately. not to initiate anything, but just to touch him.

“s’okay, daddy. i probably needed today too. y’know— for enrichment.”

he chuckles and nods like he’s convinced. “for enrichment. like a cat.”

“well, you do call me kitty sometimes—”

“OKAY—! yup, she’s awake. baby is awake.”

“daddy, you got me a collar—”

“do you want me to get hard right now, baby? i thought you were tired?”

you laugh at him. he laughs too and the sound is music to your ears. he tightens his grip around your midsection and buries his face into into the side of your neck. he squishes you and nuzzles against your shoulder, trying to get rid of the cuteness aggression rushing through his body because god, you are a menace but you’re adorable all the same.

“i mean… i’m jus’ sayin,” you trail off once his laughter has died down.

“shush.”

he ushers you out of the bath when the water turns cold and he notices the skin on your fingers are starting to wrinkle. then he picks out matching pajamas, dries your hair for you, and when both of you are done with your night time routines, you make him the best homemade hot chocolate he swears he’s ever had in his entire fucking life. you giggle and kiss away the chocolate milk mustache over his top lip.

you sit on the couch, pressed up against mingyu’s side with your head on his shoulder, hot chocolate turning cold on the coffee table in front of you. you sit in silence again, the netflix in the background merely white noise to the both of you now.

it doesn’t take long before you doze off, too tired from the day to stay awake. he scoops you up in his arms, carries you back to your shared bedroom, and tucks you in under the covers. then he slips in next to you underneath the blanket and cradles you in his arms.

“g’night, baby. sleep well,” he tells you, even though he knows you’re already fast asleep. with one last kiss to your forehead, he closes his eyes.

#ami: writes #ami: answers #anon #mingyu x reader #mingyu smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #uhhhh again very self indulgent #reader is nd bc shes basically me xD #a lil sprinkle of the tism if u will #is this any good? idk. i wrote it at 2am. i shlda been asleep

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ivystoryweaver · 2 months ago

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Who Shot First?

Poe Dameron x Bounty Hunter!Reader

wc: 2k, gn!bounty hunter!reader Content: violence, wounds, meet cute, enemies to lovers

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

Commander Dameron…

Two magic words that will make all your troubles disappear.

You’ve just learned that Commander Poe Dameron, Resistance darling and ace pilot, is on a critical solo mission. First Order intelligence has good intel on his location and has dispatched you to retrieve him.

You have debts - big ones. Hutt-specific, life-threatening debts. You personally take no pleasure in bounty hunting. Your debts are your father’s and he’s dead now. He was a gambler, and a lousy one, but he taught you how to read people and how to shoot. You started hunting so you wouldn’t starve. It's the only thing you know.

You don’t even like the First Order, but your debts will be cleared if you kill the Commander. Bringing him in alive, however, will earn you enough to retire and live well more than comfortably with both the First Order and the Hutts off your back.

The intel is good and he’s easy enough to locate - decorated in fiery orange everywhere he goes - striped down the side of his X-wing - an almost sleek, black hunk of metal he treats like a prize, or so you hear.

You catch up to him on a backwater world and hear him giving a mission report to someone on his comm. The blazing sun settles on the edge of a hazy horizon. The swamps around you create a thick air that’s difficult to breathe.

Your eyes settle on his, of course, saturated orange flight suit - the back of him a pleasant view as he cocks his hip with one gloved hand resting on it.

You halfway attempt to listen to his communication, although you couldn’t care less what important information he’s relaying back to the Resistance. With two hands, he secures his comm and lifts his helmet off his head, revealing a mess of chocolate waves.

Okay.

Tossing the helmet aside, he kneels down to speak to his little astromech droid - also sporting Poe’s signature color - and regards the little round thing as if tenderly reassuring it, or patiently entertaining the questions of a child.

Several beeps and whistles sound off as his smooth voice mumbles before he pulls off his gloves and pushes long fingers through his hair. The little droid zooms around his feet, amusing, rather than annoying him. And that’s when you see his face.

It’s not just anyone who can get a reaction out of you on a job, but his warm, earthy eyes crinkle with laughter as he affectionately refers to his little companion as ‘buddy’.

Whew. This handsome idiot must have a death wish, waltzing around in blazing orange, not minding his surroundings as he and his droid prepare his ship for departure. He would make a terrible bounty hunter, you figure.

And your mark may be handsome with kind eyes and a musical laugh, but you consider yourself a professional, so you collect your thoughts for a second before setting your weapon to stun.

Hearing a strange, mechanical noise behind you steals your attention for a moment as you wonder if the Commander is not alone with his droid.

"Are you waiting on an invitation?"

You gasp out at the sound of his voice calling out tauntingly.

Your head whips around and you see that Commander Dameron and his droid have disappeared from their previous spot, but your ears pick up on the sound of running. That little display of affection for his droid was the two of them setting up a diversion.

Huffing impatiently and rolling your eyes at yourself, you start your chase, already cursing the swampy, boggy ground, and the fact that you’ll need new boots as soon as this mission ends.

You see streaks of their signature orange metal and fabric, and fire your weapon toward the conveniently bright target. The two of you, plus the little droid, zip around, diving behind trees, hiding behind anything you can find, taking every shot you can manage, but you’re sure you have the upper hand, since you’ve dressed for the occasion, in muted tones.

Then you see the orange hue again. Hiding. You raise your weapon, switching from stun to kill, ready to fire for real - when a blast rings out singeing your thigh. You fire off two more blasts before the pain takes over.

You cry out as pain flares up and down your entire leg, and drop to the ground, realizing you should have taken a shot the moment you spotted this guy.

Attempting to steady your breathing, you crawl to a hiding spot, back up against a wide, ancient tree, but your journey is cut abruptly short when a blaster's barrel meets your temple.

"I won't miss a second time."

The voice you just heard speaking softly and animatedly to his droid - those eyes crinkled with kindness and laughter - are now stone cold. Dark, piercing orbs fix on you, ready to end you, you’re certain.

“You missed?” You helplessly huff, nodding toward your singed leg. “I'll be lucky to walk again."

And you see the tiniest flicker of…something pass through those earth colored eyes. Sympathy, maybe. Or he thinks you’re easy prey. Whatever that slight softness is, eases into a cocky smirk. He has you and he knows it.

“Come on, it’s not that bad. I barely grazed you.”

Banter aside, a burned, fleshy hunk is missing from your thigh and you’re pretty sure you're about to die at the pilot’s hand. But he doesn’t finish you. Not yet.

Instead, he rolls his eyes playfully. “Give me that,” he almost chuckles, relieving you of your blaster.

You groan as he pushes your arms over your head with one hand, and shoves his blaster into your throat with the other.

“Don’t get any ideas,” he suggests with a wink.

You might have been flattered on a different day.

Still, this is your life, so you do struggle, briefly, but he ends that with a well-placed knee to your wound.

“Guess this is what they mean by rebel scum,” you hiss.

His eyes soften a little at your pain. Still, his smirk remains. “Now that I’ll take as a compliment.”

He secures your hands and torso to the tree and binds your feet as well, making you squirm as the knotted tree bark digs into your back. Okay, so not instant death. Capture. Awesome…

He holsters his blaster, and with both hands, rips the fabric of your pants surrounding your blaster wound, exposing your thigh from waist to kneecap.

Is he trying to frighten or excite you? You swallow thickly, bracing for torture, cursing yourself for the way your body hums in anticipation.

“I’m a better shot than I thought,” he attempts a joke, but falters, realizing you’re really hurt.

You're floored when he rummages around in a small supply pouch, realizing he's going to clean and bandage your wound. "Don't want my prisoner to bleed out." By now, he’s managed a soft smile.

“Prisoner?” You gulp. “I’m not First Order. I-I don't know anything.”

Dark eyebrows shoot up curiously. “Bounty hunter then? How much am I worth these days?”

“Certainly not all this.” You nod at your leg.

He grins, showing you those eye crinkles up close. He’s stunning.

“You thirsty?”

You scoff, trying to figure him out. “Why do you care?”

"Don't want my prisoner to die of thirst either," he teases, brown eyes twinkling as his mouth curls. So, this is why he’s still alive. He must charm his way out of damn near everything he can’t fly or shoot his way out of.

He attempts to allow you to drink from a beat up old thermos - practically a relic.

“Little bit of caf left in there. I think,” he muses.

“Trying to poison your prisoner?” You weakly joke, still uncertain as to whether you will live past today.

Making a face, he pulls the collar of his flight suit aside, revealing a deliciously tanned, corded neck, covered in a light sheen of sweat. You wet your lips without noticing, until you see what he’s showing you: a burn mark on his shoulder where you singed him in a near miss.

"When would I have time to poison you?” He challenges. “I was too busy dodging your terrible shots."

“Look at that. I got you,” you gasp out half a laugh before wincing.

“I’ll patch you up,” he promises, offering you the thermos once again. “Drink.”

Reluctantly, you take a swig and almost gag. “What is this?”

“Caf,” he repeats, opening a small tin of bacta and presenting it to you. “May I?” He nods down to your wound, licking his lips.

Without another thought, he rapidly and rather expertly tends to your leg, as if he’s triaged and repaired wounds like this dozens of times.

“More poison?” You challenge him.

A playful smirk makes the corners of his eyes crinkle once again, distracting you, momentarily, from the warm bacta liquid that stings your wounded flesh. He works silently for a moment, thick fingers dexterously dancing over your flesh as dark, damp curls tumble across his forehead.

“What am I gonna do with you?” He rhetorically muses, tossing his hair out of his eyes before regarding you rather seriously.

You draw a shaky breath: his flawless face giving you pause. Clearing your throat, you shake yourself out of whatever ridiculous haze you’ve found yourself in. He’s not that handsome.

He is, though.

And…kind, in a way.

“What are you doing with the First Order anyway?” He almost spits, his demeanor shifting to something disdainful. “Genocidal fascist maniacs. There can’t possibly be a payday big enough for you to live with what they’ve done.”

You stiffen at his change in handling you.

“I’m not political,” you flatly return. “A job is a job. It’s not personal.”

He tuts condescendingly, his eyes flashing. “I hope the bounty was worth this hole in your leg.”

“You’re worth a lot…Commander Dameron.” You swallow hard. “I have…debts,” You reluctantly confess as he eyes you with disdain. “My father’s debts. I have no love for the First Order.”

“No hate for them either, clearly,” he bites back, securing the bandage over your wound. “There. Now…what am I going to do with you?” His eyes find yours once more as he wets his parched lips.

“I drank all the caf,” you meekly inform. “There was only a swig in there.”

He doesn’t answer and you realize your somewhat friendly banter has come to an end. “Let me go,” you softly plead. “You can…you can keep my weapons. You’ll be long gone before I could ever tell the First Order where you are - which I wouldn’t do anyway. I’m nothing to them,” you insist.

He shakes his head, unsure. “I…can’t do that.”

“Please,” you beg. “I don’t have anyone. No family. No loyalties. I’ll go - you’ll never see me again. I’m not worth the trouble. I don’t know anything.”

“You know enough,” he reasons. He leans in close, the rustic scent of him causing your breath to catch, especially when he produces a blade.

“Don’t,” you sputter. “Just leave me. You don’t have to kill me.” Suddenly, your pointless, lonely life is not something you’re so easily willing to give up.

“Sweetheart, if I was gonna kill you, I wouldn’t have bandaged you up and given you the last of my caf.” With that, he cuts your bonds, freeing you from the tree.

You rub your wrists, grateful to bring your arms down from over your head. “You consider that a peace offering?” You attempt a joke. “It tasted like dirt. I’m better off thirsty.”

“I’ll make you a fresh pot if you come back to base with me,” he counters with another wink. After releasing your feet as well, he offers his hand to help you stand.

Slowly accepting his touch, your skin tingles upon contact with his battle-scarred, yet surprisingly soft hand. "A fresh pot of caf with a side of torture. Hmm, where do I sign up?"

“No torture,” he shakes his head seriously, gently squeezing your hand. “Not with the Resistance. Not with me."

You find that you’re beginning to believe him. “What’s your name, bounty hunter?”

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Many years later…

“You shot Dad the first day you met?” Your eight-year-old asks you, hardly able to believe the story of the fateful day you met.

“I did,” you confirm, watching Poe’s brown eyes soften and crinkle as he ruffles his son’s unruly brown curls. “But, to be fair, he shot me first.”

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nobodyinfart · 4 months ago

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How would they react to your jealousy?

PSA: green is such'a good look on you, dear

Let’s be real, all of them will attract attention from different groups of people (oftentimes, not from just one sexual or gender orientation). There is no doubt that there will be instances where your jealousy sparks brighter than ever, seeing a cheeky hand on your lover that sends your blood boiling. Of course, you are secure in your relationship,, but that’s not to say that the boys will not have a certain reaction to your possessive attitude.

For our beloved Soap, he is the life of the party. More often than not, he will be seen in the middle of the dance floor pulling off the cheekiest dance moves known to man. Like hot damn, who taught him how to swing his hips like that? For him, it’s more of the aftermath - hearing you growl at the offender with the sleazy hand to get off your boyfriend or you’d rip them a new one had to be the greatest aphrodisiac to exist. That fire behind your eyes is so pretty, a spark that Johnny is sure would lead to fireworks in bed later on. He can’t help himself, really - not when he knows that he would be railed out of his thoughts later. For a good couple of days, no one even dares to approach him - with the way his hickeys make him look like he’s been mauled by a bear. That pleased smirk he wears does make you suspicious that he swings his hips extra hard intentionally - as if he wanted some hopeless idiot to chase his tail.

Gaz is no doubt the residential pretty boy, like come on. Those chocolate brown eyes look too alluring to ignore, beckoning him many free drinks along with irritating company. Even at work, there is a threat from the higher-ups to not fall for his puppy dog eyes, no matter the request. Unlike playful Soap, I don’t think Gaz is the type to get you jealous on purpose - since he seems to be very content with being off the market to everyone else. However, that’s not to say there aren’t people who will try to get the elusive Kyle. Definitely the type of guy who will sass the other person to deter their advances, that sharp tongue paired with the nastiest attitude. If that’s not enough,,, let’s just say his darling’s shadow is starting to loom over his intruder - here’s to hoping you will go easy on this one, not all of them can handle your threatening like the last one.

Captain Price may just be surprised at the fact that he can still get game,, since he isn’t the conventional attractive type people go swarming for. Unbeknownst to him, age is just a number to many and he caters to a different taste that is still well in-demand. Maybe it’s a barrack bunny, hoping to climb up the hierarchy - not observant enough to notice that the absence of his wedding ring on his finger because it was looped onto his necklace. Captain is sure to mention being taken - happily, he will add - but not to much avail, the bunny pursuits rather intensively. Rumours fly, and it’s safe to say that the barrack bunny’s next visit would be hijacked. You on his lap with a raised eyebrow and a dazed Price with an absolutely dazed expression, his lips swollen enough for the poor soul to know that he was very much accounted for.

There are two schools of thought for Ghost, that he’s well aware he’s smoking or that he’s in denial. I’m a firm believer that dear Simon Riley knows he’s a looker. C’mon, anyone who sees that hunk of a body whips their head to gawk when he walks past, he has to be an idiot to not notice. He has biceps big enough to crush someone’s head - and the perfect size for arms to loop around for a hug. Along with the yummiest ass on this earth, the man is eye candy. Personally, Simon is the type to not acknowledge some admirer’s existence - just a chuff of acknowledgement translated into a simple thanks. Hell, you don’t even have to move a muscle - since Simon’s nonchalant attitude changes when he sees you. The man moving to your side faster than the other can blink, the soft look of hs brown eyes enough for all to see how much he adores you. Admirer, what admirer? Doll, he’s all yours - heart and soul with your name etched like an engraving to metal.

On the other hand,,, I believe that they will be equally tempted if you were to scoff at their company - a hint of mockery in your tone, as if you're in disbelief that these flies would ever appeal to your beloved… the yummy possibility that you are confident of their love enough to know that their attention is entirely yours,,, IS SO YUMMY. Maybe, your own payback or giving them a gentle smooch just for the flirt’s idol to melt at your feet? WALK THEM LIKE A DOG, WOOF WOOOOFFFF

#can you tell i was biased #nobody's works #kyle gaz garrick x reader #simon riley x reader #soap x reader #john price x reader #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon riley #cod #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #gaz x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #price x reader

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 10 months ago

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Wife Girlfriend Training (Tengen x Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]

Synopsis: When Tengen puts in a big order to your bakery and you're short-staffed, you deliver it yourself only to find Uzui home alone. To repay you for the trip, he invites you in for dinner where things take a major turn when he finally admits his and his wives’ attraction to you. You’ve never been in a poly relationship before, so Tengen gives you an introduction to what it would be like to be his 4th girl...including some “training” of his own.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+; Self-Insert!Reader; Plus-Sized!Reader; Poly Relationship; Sister Wives; Highkey Flirting; Strangers to Lovers; Daddy Kink; Spanking; Tengen Has A Big Dick; Multiple Positions; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Deepthroating; Mutual Masturbation; Big Dick Training; Dirty Talk; Choking; Dom!Tengen/sub!Reader; mild BDSM; Creampie; Reader Cums 3x

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: My very first Tengen fic!! I love me ALL of him & his big ass arms. I’ve thought about him bending me over MANY TIMES. His wives too. We all married. Anyways, a special thank you as always to @curiouscutie143 aka Tengen’s 5th wife (I’m his 4th) for trusting me to bring her fantasies to life & paying me to do it ❤️ I hope you all enjoy! -Jazz

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When the bell hanging above the door to your bakery tinkles, you look up so fast that you nearly get whiplash.

You expect to see a familiar, tall hunk with braided, silver locks or one of his gorgeous, black-haired beauties in the doorway of your business place, but your heart droops in disappointment when all you see is an old woman with her support dog—a regular. Not the regulars you want to see.

The small, white-haired woman waves at you and you wave back, putting a smile on your face. As she takes a seat at her regular booth, one of your employees goes to take her order.

You busy yourself cleaning off the counters and display cases of your baked goods when your friend and coworker comes walking out of the kitchen doors with a tray of cookies. “Got the batch of chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin ready for you.”

She sets the tray down and wipes her hands off on her apron. You’re wearing your own which is coated in flour from this morning’s batch of homemade cake batter that you stored in the freezer for future cake orders. “Thank you. I just need to decorate them now.” With a huff and an “oof”, you bend down to get some colored frosting out of the mini freezer under the counter.

You work quickly, squeezing tiny designs and flowers on the cookies in time for the lunch rush. Right now, it is the morning, so the usual customers you receive are just for coffee. While you work, your friend fills in an online order for a pastry and a lavender latte. You can tell from the way she’s looking at you from the corner of your eye that she’s about to make a joke.

“What, your boyfriend ain’t visit you yet?” She asks, looking at the front door. “Will he bring your girlfriends too?” You turn around and point the frost baster at her. She jumps back, laughing. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you growl. “Now stop saying that if you value your clothes.”

You abruptly turn around and continue your work, ignoring the way your body hums at the thought of your anticipated visitors. “Well, he sure seems to think so,” your friend giggles as she places the flaky pastry in a paper bag. “Every time he’s in here, he always looks like he wants to take you home with his girls, rip off your apron, and—“

The sound of the bell on your door ringing, fortunately, stops her, but it isn’t your so-called “boyfriend” or “girlfriends”. It’s just a businessman coming in for his morning coffee. You sigh and shoot a sharp look at your knowing friend who skips off to make a latte. You try to distract yourself from your thoughts by working, but your fingers feel numb and you can’t seem to focus so much on the cookies.

All because of that damn Hashira hunk and his three beautiful wives. Dammit. You almost wish Tengen Uzui never entered your bakery five months ago, but then again, it’s brought in a lot of business. To have a popular Demon Slayer Corp and his crew come in to indulge in your bakery has upped your sales and given you new customers. Tengen is one of them. He and his wives have become regulars of yours since Tengen stumbled into your bakery all those months ago.

And he literally stumbled. One of his wives, with her twinkling indigo eyes and shoulder-length black locks, dragged him into your bakery. Her blue kimono was short enough to draw eyes to her thighs and impressive rack. “In here, in here, Tengen-sama!” She excitedly shouted. “Look-it! They have the cutest cakes here!”

You had turned around with a welcoming smile, expecting it to be a dad and his daughter, but you were mistaken when you caught the glimpse of the gorgeous woman and her equally gorgeous man getting yanked on by the arm.

He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life. About six-foot-something, he towered over Suma and was built like a goddamn tank. Your eyes didn’t know what to land and stay on. His silver locks of hair? His handsome face? His gorgeous crimson eye? His charming smile? His big ass arms?

He was big in all of the right places, his body impressively huge and toned, and seemed to make your bakery look like a dollhouse. An eyepatch adorned with three crystals covered his right eye while the other looked right at you from behind the counter. The smile that crossed his lips nearly made you shiver in delight.

Behind him were his two other wives, one with orange and black hair and a red kimono—Maiko—and one with long black hair tied into a ponytail, violet eyes, and an endearing mole on her right cheek—Hinatsuru. Each wife was beautiful, toned, and had racks you unconsciously stared at. Quickly, you looked away, feeling like a pervert. You hated being bi sometimes. Why must God punish you with hot guys and girls while at work?

“Suma, c’mon now, really!” Maiko scoffed, her hands on her hips and a scowl on her pretty face. “You can’t just run off with Tengen-sama like that! You know how he feels about us getting separated!”

Suma pouted, playing with her black locks. “But I just wanted to look at the cakes,” she murmured, staring longingly at the display of cakes and tarts by you at the front desk. Tengen chuckled, the deep rumble of his chuckle making your insides turn. “I think that she can explain more about ‘em to you, darling,” he gently said. “Hello, miss. Is this your bakery?”

All three of his wives looked at you as if they just realized you were standing there. They must have because Hinatsuru immediately gasps, horrified. “Oh, miss, we’re so sorry! We didn’t even notice you there!” She bowed respectfully. “Please forgive us for our rudeness.”

Maiko did the same and forced Suma to bend forward as well in an apologetic bow. Tengen did the same with ease. “No, no, it’s fine!” You protested, suddenly sweating under your apron and despite the AC pumping cool air around you. “You were too focused on the cakes and I don’t blame you. I made them last night if you four would like a sample.”

Suma popped up and gasped like an excited kid. “Really?! Oh, my gosh, thank you so, so much, Ms…er….” She stopped and squinted curiously at you, looking around your body for a name tag. Maiko rolled her eyes while Hinatmusu giggled into her dainty hand.

“V,” you answered. “I’m the owner of this bakery.” Tengen laughed at his wife and offered his big hand across the counter. “Tengen Uzui, 8th Demon Slayer Corp member,” he said in his deep, luscious voice. “Pleasure to meet you. These are my wives, Suma, Maiko, and Hinatsuru.”

“Please, just call me Hina,” Hinatsuru replied with a kind smile that made you think of blossoming flowers. Suma gave you a cute wave while Maiko seemed to not know what to do and just blushed despite her standoffish attitude. You took Tengen’s hand and shook it, noticing the rings adorning his fingers and the bracelets jingling against his wrist. He was so…flashy.

You were so focused on his jewelry that you almost missed that he said “wives” and “eighth Demon Corp member”. You kept a smile on your face as you shook his hand, ignoring the way your hand tingled as his calloused fingers clasped your smaller palm. But inside, you were gobsmacked. This was THE Tengen Uzui, one of the most prominent demon slayers in all the land. And here he was in your tiny bakery with his three gorgeous ass wives!

“V-Very nice to meet you,” you damn near exhaled. Uzui seemed to realize the power he had on you from the simple touch because his kind smile turned into a flirty smirk. “This is a cute lil’ place you got here,” he said as he stuck his hand in his pocket that was once in yours. “We couldn’t help but come in to check out what you had, right, ladies?”

“Mmm-hmm!” Suma answered with an eager nod. “We love all kinds of sweets, especially Maiko! She loves eating cakes and cookies late at night when she thinks no one is paying attention.”

Maiko gaped at her sister-wife, flames nearly coming out of her reddened face. “Hey!” She barked. “That’s not true!” Uzui wagged a finger at her, tutting. “Lying is a sin, don’t you know, my Maiko?” He teasingly asked in that silky voice. You melted just like Maiko did, a slight whimper exciting her lips at the pet name.

Hinatsuru suddenly appeared at the counter, that kind, genuine smile still on her lovely face. “You mustn’t mind us,” she giggled. “We have our different personalities, but we really do work great as a team. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.” She turned to look at them, an adoring look in her eyes.

It was a look that you were envious of. You’ve never interacted with a poly couple before, but you knew right then that it was something you’d never knock until you experienced it firsthand for yourself. Seeing all of the love in Hinatsuru’s eyes made you want to try it out for yourself to see if you, too, could experience that kind of feeling.

But alas: these are just fantasies right now. Your partners are your business and baking right now. You’re so dedicated to your relationship and passion that you wake up at the ass crack of dawn to bake and you don’t leave until almost eleven at night sometimes because you’re busy preparing for events and business hours. It becomes tiring, yes, but it’s all worth it. You love your little bakery to death and you want to see it continue to blossom like you know it can.

So, like any good baker and businesswoman, you gave Uzui and his wives a sample of your cakes: fruit tart with glazed fruit and lemon custard, vanilla coconut with coconut flakes, tiramisu, and chocolate mousse with dark chocolate powder dusting the top. You watched joyously as the four chomped down on your delicacies, each one wearing expressions of wonder and satisfaction.

Suma made a very lewd-sounding moan as she chomped down on the chocolate cake, frosting all over her mouth. “Wow!” She sighed. “These are absolutely amazing! And you baked all of these yourself?”

You flushed at the twinkle in her eyes. ”Yeah,” you bashfully replied. “I’m so glad you like them.” You turned to Uzui who swallowed his sample in one gulp and rubbed his toned stomach. “Oh, more than like, Ms. V,” he said. “We love these little cakes. And this little place of yours is so cute and…flashy.” He looked around the quaint and small bakery, smiling fondly. “It’s adorable! How long have you had it for?”

He seemed so interested in this that you almost didn't know what to say. It had been forever since someone actually seemed like they wanted to know all about you without having ulterior motives aka wanting to sleep with you. Another reason why you barely dated. You nervously laughed, taken aback by his genuine interest. “About two years now since I got my license, but I’ve been baking literally my entire life.”

Uzui whistled, looking like he approved of this information. “That takes so much skill!” He praised, leaning against the counter with one huge arm slung across it. “So you’re a businesswoman, a skilled baker, and beautiful? I’m sure you’ve got the fellas linin’ up outside your door.”

The smile that crossed his lips was flirtatious and playful. It would turn you off if it came from some other guy you barely know, but there was something about him that made you not mind. And it had nothing to do with his status. Uzui came off to you like he was a big flirt, yes, but also very laid back and easy-going. It relaxed you even when you barely knew anything about him. He had a very blasé attitude to him that didn’t match his flash jewelry and painted fingernails that you were absolutely attracted to, picturing them somewhere on your body. You understood then why his wives were so fond of him.

“You mustn’t embarrass her, Tengen-sama!” Hina critically said, grabbing Uzui’s arm. “Pardon me for saying so, but you are very beautiful, Ms. Y/N.” A pink blush spread across her cheeks, making her look even more gorgeous. You were breathless, unable to speak. A woman as gorgeous as her complimenting your looks was like an award in gold. “Isn’t she?!” Suma squealed. “I was staring at her the whole time wondering how she got her hair like that! Oh, and her skin is so pretty and glowy! Don’t you think so, Maiko?”

All of you turned to Maiko who was busy nibbling on her tiramisu. She blushed at the eyes on her and tucked into herself. ”I-I guess,” she mumbled and continued eating. Uzui smirked at you, a playful twinkle in his eye. “She’s a shy girl,” he whispered. “Don’t let her turn ya off.”

You didn’t tell either of them that you were turned on beyond belief. Fortunately, their desire to put in an order made you forget all about how much you were throbbing and how weak in the knees you felt. Uzui boastfully ordered a dozen cakes for his wives and his team, resulting in you filling two boxes with twelve of your cakes each. Uzui carried the two boxes and gave you a thankful smile as he and Hina exited your bakery.

Suma practically skipped after them. “Thank you for the cakes!” She called as she waved from the door. Maiko stayed behind and passed you a crisp $100 bill. “From Tengen-sama,” she explained. “He said keep the change.” She paused, her face ablaze. “A-and you do have…really pretty hair,” she muttered. She didn’t stick around long enough to wait for you to thank her.

You watched her go, somehow already missing their presence and hoping to see them again. They brought a light to your bakery the way no other customer has. But as you were processing the money, the door opened again, and in walked Uzui. “Oh, did you forget something?” you curiously ask, cocking your head to the side.

He didn’t answer you as he strode up to you in five long strides, his boots thudding across the floor. Your heart leaped at his strange frown, wondering what could be wrong. Did he not like the cakes after all? He suddenly threw an elbow over the counter and leaned in like he was about to tell you a secret. “You’ve got a card or somethin’?” he whispered. Because I have a whole lot of sweet-toothed people who would love to come here for their fix.” He smirked at you, goofily so.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his dramatic personality. Reaching down where the cash register was, you plucked a business card from beside it and handed it to Uzui. He gave you a smile and a wink as he pocketed your card. “It was nice meeting you, V,” he said. “We’ll be back.”

And that they were back. The Hashira and his three wives came back again and again, buying sugary, caffeinated drinks and sweets. They came mostly on the weekends and sometimes during the week on random, but like clockwork, they were here. Uzui never came alone, always having his girls with him and spending all kinds of coin on whatever they wanted.

As time passed, you found yourself looking forward to them showing up. You enjoyed their presence and they seemed to make your little bakery that much brighter and sweeter when they were here. It didn’t take long for your days to be filled with daydreams and nights to be haunted by fantasies of being with them as intimately as they are with each other—holding hands, touching lips, whispering sweet nothings…

Especially with Uzui. How could you not? The man is a walking wet dream! Every time he slid you some game and flirted with you so openly in front of the girls and in private, you could feel yourself folding. But how are his wives so okay with him flirting with another woman in front of them? Is this just their relationship? Did you really want to understand? Maybe…join them?

‘No, you horny bitch,’ you firmly think to yourself as you finish frosting the cookies. ‘No dating right now. Just business. Keep your head on straight.’

No matter how much Uzui’s flirting turns you on and piques your curiosity. Besides, how can he possibly be interested in you? He already has three women on his arm that would put any supermodel to shame. With his status and looks, he couldn’t possibly want you.

You manage to distract yourself with some customers for a while until you get a particular call that you are not expecting. You answer it as normal, thinking it’s just another order for some catering or something. “V’s Sweets,” you brightly say into the phone.

“Hi there, Ms. V,” a familiar, silky voice replies in your ear. Your brain damn near short circuits. “Your voice first thing in the morning is definitely better than these goddamn birds on my roof. How are you this morning?”

It takes a minute for you to find your voice as his washes over you. You look around the bakery to make sure no one is watching you slowly combust behind the counter. “Uzui,” you exhale. “Um…m’fine!” You clear your throat, quickly recovering. “Good, thanks. How are you?”

“Perfect now,” he answers without missing a beat. Goddamn him and his game! You can hear him smile on the other line and briefly imagine how fine he looks. “Listen, as much as I’d love to stay on the phone and hear you talk, I’ll admit that I’m in a time crunch with training. But I need your help with somethin’ big.”

The gears in your head immediately start turning. What could it be, you wonder? A big event for the Demon Corps he wants catering for? “Oh…okay,” you hesitantly say. “What can I do for you?”

“I want to put in an order for my girls,” he explains. You don’t know why, but hearing him call his wives “my girls” makes your heart flutter.

‘Maybe because you want to be his girl too.’

You see, they’re off traveling to the mountains for a training session,” he continues. “They’ve been gone since last Monday and are returning Saturday night. I wanted to surprise them with a cake to welcome them home, but I need it ready by tomorrow. I know it’s last minute and I’ll pay as much as you want.”

You instantly begin to schedule the cake order in your head’s calendar. Today is Friday which means you have at least the next 24 hours to fix this cake. Thank God you have a leftover batch of batter in the freezer you can use. “It’s no problem, Uzui,” you giggle. “That’s so sweet of you! Just tell me what flavor they like and other details for the cake. I promise I’ll have it ready by tomorrow.”

Uzui sounds relieved. “You’re a fucking doll,” he sighs. “I’ll send you the money once we’re off the phone. Just work your flashy magic like I know you can, V. My girls are gonna be so excited when they get home!” You smile proudly, glad to know he trusts you so strongly when it comes to baking.

You learn that he’d like a single-layered cake with buttercream frosting, candied flowers, and three flavors: vanilla for Hina, strawberry for Maiko, and chocolate for Suma. You write it all down and once you get that Cash App deposit, you get to work.

For the rest of Friday into the night, you spend your hours mixing, baking, and sweating hard in the kitchen while your wonderful employees graciously take over for the customers. Even when they leave that night at 9 PM, you’re still there, flour on your face and food coloring on your apron.

You are tired and in need of a hot shower, but once you finish the cake, you step back and admire your handiwork. It is a beauty—buttercream frosting swirls decorate the top of the cake along with candied flowers surrounding the words written in the middle: “Welcome Home, Girls!” You made sure to make the insides a swirl of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry, coloring it just right.

You almost want to call Uzui and send him a photo, but you decide to surprise him. So you carefully wrap the cake in plastic, place it in the fridge, and lock up your bakery before going home to sleep, walking on cloud nine. You think that nothing can go wrong with this order…Until the next night, that is.

Everything that could ever go wrong goes wrong for you. For one, it’s because the cake can’t be delivered to Uzui until he gets home that night because he’s training a class. “I won’t be home till at least eight,” he explains that morning, sounding apologetic. “If someone can drop it off then, I’ll be home to get it personally and pay extra.”

Number two, you’re extremely short-staffed. Not only is it Saturday and most people don’t work on weekends (except for you), but it’s also raining. The plans for the weather are downpours all weekend which means you definitely aren’t going to be able to find a deliverer. When you realize your dilemma, you sigh into your mug of much-needed coffee with two shots of espresso. “Shit,” you mutter, quiet enough to not alarm customers. Now it’s up to you to handle this.

That night, while the handful of employees you have are cleaning your bakery before closing, you take the cake and put it in the trunk of your cute little Sedan. It is only drizzling right now, so you hurry into your car and punch Uzui’s address into Apple Maps. Once the route shows up, you take off but drive slowly due to the slick roads and the cake in the trunk.

You’ve personally delivered orders before, especially to big events, such as parties and weddings. Delivering to someone’s house isn’t any different for you…except for the fact that this delivery is for a man that you’re severely feeling.

Uzui’s place is about twenty minutes outside the city where the Demon Corps compound is located. His little home, purchased for his wives, is ten minutes away from the compound down a dirt road. You manage to make it there before the rain starts coming down like a waterfall in the Amazon rainforest.

Raindrops pound against your car like tiny mallets as you race out of your car to toss open the trunk and get the cake. Even in your raincoat, you feel like you’re soaked to the bone. The dirt road has become wet and mushy like quicksand, making it hard to move in your boots. “God,” you groan, gripping the cake tight as you quickly move through the thick sheet of rain.

You manage to make it to Uzui’s front door and rapidly knock with one hand. “Yes?” you hear him call, stern and unsure. Fuck, you forgot to call him first! “It’s V!” you shout through the door. “From the bakery? I’ve got your cake order here!”

There’s a beat of silence before you hear the lock on the door click. The door opens, revealing a cozy home and a very wet, very shirtless man towering over you. Uzui stands barefoot in some sweats that are dangerously low on his narrow hips, giving you a peek of his well-defined V-line slick with water. His hair is stringy and wet and a towel is wrapped around his neck which means he must gotten out of the shower. You nearly drop the cake at the sight of him.

“Hey,” he sighs. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, V. I tried to call, but reception is so bad ‘cause of the rain.”

Your eyes tick up to look at his guilty expression instead of his body and sweatpants where you were definitely not hoping to see a dick print. “Oh…why?” you carefully ask. “Did you not want the cake anymore?”

Uzui bursts into laughter. “Hell no, are you kiddin’? Of course, I want this beauty!” He smiles adoringly at the cake in your hands. “But the girls told me that they won’t be home until tomorrow because of the storm. That’s why they aren’t here. It’s just me.”

It’s just me. “Oh,” you reply. “Well, that’s okay! I can still just drop it off and it’ll be good by tomorrow.” You hold the cake out for him to take. He does so, his big, calloused hands brushing yours. You clear your throat, awkward and ignoring the spark you feel when you touch. You snatch your hands away and put them in your pocket. “W-Well, I should probably—“

“You’re leaving?” he asks, sounding shocked. “In this weather? Wouldn’t you wanna wait this out for a while? I feel bad enough that you even came all this way here just to drop it off.” That’s an idea. A very bad idea. “No, no, it’s fine! It’s my job anyways, so—“

“Job or not, it’s still very generous of you,” Uzui interrupts you. “Can I fix you somethin’ before you go? Did you eat?” It’s just me. His words come back to you, haunting. Being in a room alone with a man you’re very attracted to and so happens to be married is a recipe for fucking disaster. “Uh…no, I’m really not hungry.”

Grrrrooooowl. Your stomach rumbles, giving you away. All you had for lunch was coffee and a piece of apple strudel. Uzui smirks knowingly at you while you think about killing yourself. “Uh-uh,” he chuckles. “C’mon, I just fixed some rice and grilled chicken if you want some. The rain doesn’t stop till nine, so you can head out then. Cute car, by the way.”

“Well…” You turn to look at your Sedan, contemplating your decision. What if this is a trap? What if you walk in there and never come back out? What if he’s really a cult leader, his wives are his members, and he’s trying to indoctrinate you or something?

And what if maybe he truly is just being nice? Finally, you sigh and pat the pocket of your jeans to make sure your phone, keys, and pepper spray are, in fact, there. “Alright, but only until the rain stops,” you say, softly yet firmly. Uzui nods and opens the door wider for you. “Make yourself at home and I’ll getcha a plate. Lemme take your coat.”

He stands behind you as he helps you out of your raincoat, making your heart pound ten times faster. He’s so big. He practically hits the ceiling above with how tall he is. You know he’d just about cover your body if he was on top of you. Once your coat is off, he hangs it up near the door and coaxes you to sit and decompress.

While he takes the cake to the small yet homely kitchen and begins posting around in it, you take a seat on the love sofa that you know he and his girls have cuddled and fucked many times on. You left your boots by the door to dry so you stretch out your toes and shiver at the warmth curling throughout the house. Uzui’s home is so cozy with its splash of color, small rooms, wooden furnishings, and framed photos.

Many, many framed photos. You stare at one next to you of Uzui in a suit in front of a backdrop of cherry blossoms. Hina, Suma, and Maiko stand in front of him, shoulder to shoulder, each holding a bouquet of flowers in gorgeous white dresses. “That’s from our wedding day with Suma,” he suddenly explains.

You startle, finding him standing above you with two steaming plates of white rice, grilled chicken with parsley, and a side of steamed vegetables. “That was taken three years ago,” he says, sitting down beside you. “We’ve been together for a long while now, all of us.” You smile despite yourself as he passes you your plate. “That’s a beautiful thing, to be with someone for so long and stand the test of time. Especially three other people.”

He nods, agreeing with you. “We’ve had our ups and downs, but I wouldn’t give ‘em up for anything. They’re my everything.” The hint of an adoring smile on his face makes something tighten inside of you. Jealousy? Disappointment that you haven’t found that yet? All yes.

For a while, you eat in silence that is only filled by the sound of the rain pitter-pattering outside. When you feel that some time has passed, you speak. “I envy you,” you sigh as you finish chewing on your piece of chicken. The explosion of herbs and spices nearly makes you moan in delight. And he can cook too?! “The dating pool is in Hell, so I haven’t done much of it.”

“Oh, I believe it,” Uzui chuckles. “To be a woman as independent and beautiful as you…some men are intimidated by that. Believe it or not, no one wanted to court my wives because of their fighting skills and independence. It turns a lot of guys off.” He makes a disapproving face at the idea that makes you laugh.

“Well, all it takes is that right guy to make any independent woman his,” you blurt. Fuck. Now that the words are out there and he’s looking at you so cluelessly, you have to explain. “Y’know,” you say, slowly chewing on your rice. “Like she’ll submit to you because you treat her so well. You make her feel safe.”

Uzui nods in understanding, his plate completely clean. “Ah…is that what you look for in a partner?” You nearly get a piece of steamed broccoli stuck in your throat by the sudden pivot of a conversation topic. “Um…w-well, yeah, I guess, if I dated.”

Uzui raised a confused eyebrow. “You don’t date?” Slowly, you shake your head. “I haven’t had much of a good swim in the dating pool, so I’ve just been focusing on my business. It gets lonely, yes, but I’m just not up for the bullshit and games.” You shovel more food into your mouth to silence yourself, realizing how easy it is to open up to Uzui.

The Hashira continues to stare at you, his eye almost like a laser beam burning into you. You’re so focused on your food and the rain that you nearly miss his next words: “Well, I know for a fact that me and my girls wouldn’t dare bullshit or play games with you…if you let us show you.”

You place your fork down on the plate, your appetite suddenly gone. Everything sounds louder now: the rain, your labored breathing, the blood pumping in your ears. You turn to Uzui and find him staring at you, his one eye blazing with intensity. “Why are you telling me this?” You ask above a whisper.

Uzui lowers his plate to the table and does the same to yours. He doesn’t touch you, but his gaze on you makes you feel as if he’s touching every single part of you. “I was tryin’ hard to keep this to myself, but now that you’re here and we’re finally alone…I can finally tell you how I really feel.”

In that moment, something in you ignites and you stand from the couch like something lit your ass on fire. “A-Actually, I need to go,” you stammer as you head to the door. “I need to feed my, um…cat.” Even though you don’t have a cat.

But as you attempt to race to get your coat and boots, Uzui stops you by simply saying your name. “V,” he says, his voice almost pleading. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Slowly, you turn your body to him, but you don’t look at him. You keep your eyes locked on the floor. “This feels like a trap,” you admit with an awkward laugh.

“It’s not,” he protests, sounding hurt by the assumption. “I promise you, V, it isn’t. I had wanted to invite you over when the girls finally came home to tell you all of this, but with you being here…shit, I just couldn’t resist not sayin’ nothin’ to you after so long.” When you finally do look at him, his face is filled with so much longing that it nearly makes your knees buckle.

“I need to act on my advances somehow,” he continues. “Did you notice any of ‘em? Ever?” You put your hands in your pockets, unsure of what to do. The room suddenly feels too small for your size. “Um…yes, but I’ll admit that I ignored them because of work. I needed to focus on my bakery.”

“I don’t blame you for that,” he replies. “And I don’t blame you for bein’ wary of this, V, but you don’t have to be that way with me. My feelings for you are real.” The soft lamplight illuminates his handsome face. “My attraction for you is real.”

You grip your keys in your back pocket. This is getting too hot and too personal. It’s too much. You should turn and leave to avoid falling even deeper into this dangerous situation. But instead, you stand there and face your fears. “I…I feel the same,” you softly confess, so soft that the rain nearly swallows up your voice.

But Uzui hears you nonetheless. His body relaxes, the tension in his muscles melting away. “Why didn’t you say anything?” he wonders and you look at him like he’s deadass serious. “Tengen, you’re married,” you scoff. “You have three women that you’re committed to!”

He nods, biting his lip. “Okay, yeah. That was a stupid question.”

“So what about your girls?” you demand. “Is this going to ruin your marriage?” Immediately, he shakes his head. “Not at all. I was waiting till they returned so they could tell this to you in person, but they’re just as attracted to you as I am. They’ve wanted you to join our little family since we met.”

Your eyes widen as your blood pressure rises. “Family?!” you parrot. “Tengen, I can’t marry you!”

Uzui blinks in confusion and then realization like flickering lightbulb appears in his eyes. “No, no, no!” he protests with a laugh. “You’ve got it wrong, darling. I don’t mean join our marriage. I mean join our relationship—that is, you’d be dating all four of us…if that’s somethin’ you’d want to do.”

You bite your lip, contemplating this. Yes, you’ve thought about being with them. Many of your nights have been filled with hot dreams of you between them, your bedroom filled with moans from all of you. But it’s different from actually doing it. “I’m attracted to you all too,” you admit, “but I’ve never been in a poly relationship before. I’ve never even been with more than one partner in the bedroom.”

Uzui’s gaze is soft and sweet, making your stomach flutter with butterflies. “Nothin’ wrong with that,” he says, taking a step closer. You allow it, not moving even as he gets closer to you. “It’s your decision, V, but I can promise you that if you say yes, not a day would go by where we wouldn’t show you how right you were in picking us to be your partners.”

When he is finally near you and towering over you, he takes your hands in his. “For however long you want us.” You stare up into his eye, falling deeper and deeper into whatever “trap” he has set for you. “Say that I did say yes,” you say, breathless from the magic he is working on you. “What would happen if I was your fourth girl?”

His brows raise in surprise and a smirk stretches across his lips. “Oh,” he replies. “You want a teaser?” You jerkingly nod, afraid to speak. He turns his hands over so they are underneath yours and rubs his thumbs along your knuckles. You inhale and unfortunately catch a whiff of the fruity soap and cologne on his skin.

“Well, for one,” he starts in his silky, dreamy voice, “I’d treat you the same way I treat my wives: with love, adoration, and respect…in and out of the bedroom, if that’s what you’re gettin’ at.” His eye pierces into yours, filled with heat and a sinful promise that makes you want to fall into his big arms that are the size of your entire body. “And I make sure all of my girls are taken care of.”

Something in the way he says that also tells you that ain’t just words—they’re a fucking promise. Finally, temptation gets the best of you and you toss yourself at him to kiss him. He makes a noise of surprise as you leap into his body, but once your body and lips melt into his, he moans in pleasure and satisfaction at finally having you here. Against him. Wrapped in his arms.

His lips are soft and taste faintly of wine. They pull you in deeper and deeper, causing you to push your plump body against his. Uzui welcomes you, his toned arms hugging you tight and inviting you to indulge in his biceps and pecs. The more you touch, the wetter you get. You can feel your pussy clenching in your panties, excited by the many sights, scents, and sensations you’re experiencing.

Finally, you pull away and you’re both panting, only an inch away from each other’s lips. “I take it you like that idea?” he murmurs against your lips. Slowly, you nod, speechless. “So you wanna give this a shot? Remember, baby, you call the shots here.”

He gently strokes your back, not cringing at all at your rolls and love handles. It makes you feel especially sexy. You bite your lip, thoughtfully stroking his chest. “I’m thinking about it, but I think I need more…” One of your hands slides down to play idly with the tie of his sweats. “Persuasion,” you sigh.

A big, happy smile crosses Uzui’s lips and he plants another passionate kiss on your lips. “I can do that, no problem.” Another hot kissing session begins that sweeps you off your feet and makes your pussy gush. The more you push against Uzui, he pushes back just as much, his hands roaming over your back, legs, and plump ass in your jeans.

He wedges one of his muscular thighs in between your soft, plushy ones and you gasp at the hard sensation you feel pushing against his sweats. “Can you feel me?” he asks, peppering your neck in kisses. “That’s what you do to me. What you’ve been doin’ to me since I met you.”

Your mouth stays agape, processing what you’re feeling. The pleasure is immense. His bulge slides against the heat between your thighs, right up against your fabric-covered pussy. “Of course, you’d need a bit of training with me though,” he adds, deciding to kiss your shoulder now.

You tilt your head back, enjoying his ministrations. “You mean, like, fighting?” you ask. “Like your wives do?” He pulls away and a sheepish smile is on his lips. “Well, yes, but I meant a “different” type of training,” he chuckles. “I’m, uh…kinda big.”

You stare at him blankly, confused. Instead of clarifying, he takes your hand and places your hand on his abs. “Go ahead; touch me, baby.” His eye twinkles with mirth and lust that excites you. Your hand cascades down his washboard abs to his V-line until you meet his very big, very hard, very thick bulge. Kinda? That thing is like a third arm!

At your gobsmacked expression, he frowns. “Is this making you uncomfortable?” he worriedly asks. You flush, biting your lip to curb some of the horiness that has taken hold of you so you can’t even think straight. “Uh…uncomfortable ain’t the word I’d use.”

Interest crosses Uzui’s handsome face and he yanks you closer to him. “Oh, yeah?” he teases. “I’m gettin’ to you, hm? Lemme see then.” His hands move off of you to move down to his sweats, his fingers gliding against the ties holding them up. “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Quickly, you take off your sweater, jeans, and bra along with your socks while Uzui takes his sweats and briefs off it one sweep. Suddenly, you both stand naked in his living room, your eyes drinking each other in. Uzui hungrily stares at your plump, soft, curvaceous body in the lamplight.

Even though you’re clearly bigger than his wives, he still looks at you like you’re a dessert plate. If it wasn’t for how damn good he looked, you’d be embarrassed, but you’re too busy staring at his beautiful body, pierced nipples, and that big cock hanging between his three-trunk thighs. “Oh, wow,” you gasp. “Y-You’re really….big.”

Uzui smiles, flashing you his pearly whites. “I’m on the thicker side too,” he says pridefully. “I thought it’d scare my wives, but they love it, even without penetration.”

You can definitely see why. Your mouth salivates and your pussy aches for him. He steps to you, his chest and nipple rings now eye level with you.

“So I’d train you to take my big dick,” he purrs. “Is that somethin’ you’re interested in tonight? Maybe a trial run?”

A night of orgasms with the Hashira himself? How could you say no? “Yes,” you whisper. “But can I choose the positions?” He smiles, overjoyed with your agreement and gently kisses your lips. “Whatever you want, baby. But let’s take this to the bed.”

As soon as Uzui leads you through the house to the last room—his and his wives’ bedroom—, he and you immediately hit the king-size bed big enough for six people and begin your highly anticipated “trial run”. After a serious of tongue kisses, touches, and licks, you’re suddenly in the most compromising position you’ve been in in a long time.

You sit against the pillows with your legs spread and your panties discarded on the floor after Uzui pulled them down your thighs with his teeth. His thick fingers rub your cunt while your hand is wrapped around his dick coated in spit and flavored lube from his nightstand.

Uzui stares at you adoringly while you jerk him off, pushing his hips farther into your hand. “That’s it, mama,” he coos. “Stroke that dick like a good girl. Get a feel of it.”

You whimper at his praise-fille words, your pleasure only fueled by his thick fingers rubbing your clit in small, slow circles and the wet, lewd sounds of your hand sliding along his slick cock. You get to know each other and your bodies, focusing on what you respond well to and what you may not. So far, your body is responding extremely nicely to everything Uzui does. Your nipples are hard, your heart is pounding, and your pussy is gushing on his fingers as he continues to rub you.

“Isn’t it so nice?” he asks, his voice husky and soft from your little hand stroking his big, thick dick. “Havin’ a big cock in your hand while you get that pussy rubbed?” He looks down at his slick fingers, hardening at the sight of your glistening holds. “She’s so wet for me. It’s been a while since someone has treated her well, hasn’t it?”

He retracts his fingers and holds them to your mouth where you part your lips and begin to suck on them. He moans as he feels your soft lips wrap around his thick digits before he slides them out and places them back on your cunt. His cock grows hard, throbbing in your hand. “U-Uzi,” you moan. “I want you in my mouth.”

He smirks down at you, ever the tease. With one of his other big hands, he wraps it around your throat and squeezes. “What’s the magic word?” He presses a bit harder against your clit, making you gasp. “Please,” you exhale, your eyes fluttering at the pleasure. Uzui places a soft smack on your cunt, making you jump. “Louder,” he demands.

“Please!” You whine, the word escaping you. He presses an awarding kiss against your soft lips as his hand replaces yours wrapped around his cock. “Good girl. Now open up.” Once again, you part your lips and he slowly slides his shaft into your mouth, allowing you time to get used to him.

He is as big and as thick as he looks with a throbbing vein trailing from his tip dribbling in pre-cum to his heavy balls that lightly tap your chin as he sinks in deeper, deeper, deeper.

You taste the salty pre on your tongue as his head slides across it, the taste tantalizing your tastebuds. He is so warm and thick, stretching out your mouth with every inch.

He lets you settle into it for a few minutes before he begins to rock his hips and fuck your mouth. Your eyes sting with tears and your jaw aches from it being open slack, but you induce it. The pleasure of pleasing Uzui and having his big cock in your throat is too good to pass up. Uzui groans, his hand tangled in your hair. “Yes,” he hisses. “That’s it, take me deeper. Fuckin’ hell, V, you’re so good at this.”

Hearing his husky, silky voice sound so thick with pleasure makes you oh-so wet. You begin to gag on his cock as you move your head up and down, bobbing along his shaft. You lick along him like he’s a lollipop, causing spit to drip down your lips and his balls. You’ve never felt so sloppy and slutty, but you enjoy it immensely. Is this how his wives every time they blow him?

Suddenly, Uzui pulls himself out of your heavenly mouth and lays on his back. Before you can ask what he’s doing, his hands wrap around your waist and pull you on top of him towards his face. “Wait, wait,” you gasp. “What are you doing?” You look back at him, perturbed. He just gives you a dashing smile and lays a smack on your ass. “Putting this gorgeous ass on my face where it belongs. Don’t worry, I can handle you, mama. You just worry about gaggin’ on my cock, okay?”

Seeing the gentleness and lust for you in his twinkling eye buries all of your doubts about sitting on his face. “Yes, Daddy,” you blurt, not even realizing what you said until you say it. You flush with embarrassment, but Uzui’s cock stirs like you just said the magic word. “Fuck, I can’t wait to have you,” he exhales, shuddering at your obedient reply.

He coaxes you to park your pussy on his face which you do, bracing your hands on his thighs just as his tongue begins to caress every part of your slippery, soft, wet cunt. Your whimpers and moans are muffled as you begin to throat his cock once more, bobbing up and down, your tongue swirling around the heat while you stroke the rest of which you can’t swallow.

Uzui is so unbelievably good at eating pussy, but you wouldn’t think he wasn’t. He uses his fingers where his tongue isn’t, rubbing your clit while his tongue explores your folds, his moans causing vibrations to travel up to your hardening, tingling nipples. You begin to suck on him eagerly, sinking your throat deeper onto his shaft.

He groans underneath you, pulsing his hips up to fuck your face. “So greedy. I’m scared you won’t wanna share me once I get my girls in here.” Smack! He gives your ass another smack that makes your pussy quiver. “Ya think you could be a good girl and share my cock, baby girl?”

You pick your head up from his cock and take a breath of fresh air. “Y-Yes,” you softly whine. His fingers slowly sink into your pussy, making your moans grow louder. “Do you mean that?” he asks, his voice dipping below an octave. You whimper as he curls his digits up, making you rock your hips back in pleasure.

That knot in your stomach tightens until it finally snaps and you open your mouth to gasp as your orgasm approaches. “Oh, my God, Uzui…I’m gonna…oh, shit, I’m cumming!” Your orgasm ripples through you as Uzui begins to gently suck on your clit while he finger-fucks you, taking you through your nut.

It’s a powerful, intense orgasm that makes your eyes flutter closed and your body feel like it’s soaring. It’s an orgasm intensified by the fact that it’s a sexy ass man causing it. That only makes it better. When it finally fades, you shudder with delight and a dopey smile appears on your lips.

Uzui hums in disapproval as if you’ve proven that you’re lying, sliding his fingers out of you. “Guess it can’t be helped, but we’ve still got some training to do.”

He plants a kiss on your asscheek and on your pussy. “Now be a good girl and take this dick the way you need to,” he purrs, giving you the go to use his dick as a personal dildo for your enjoyment. After all, you still need to undergo the rest of your trial run.

You choose cowgirl first because it allows you to take control over the tempo and pressure. Uzui allows it, personally loving how you look bouncing on his cock. He lays back against a pillow with his arms comfortably behind his head as he ogles at the way your ass jiggles and juicy tits bounce every time you sink down onto his cock.

“God, Uzui, yes!” You shout. “Yes, yes, keep going! Don’t fucking stop!” You’re losing your mind on it, practically seeing stars as you rock your hips, your hands gripping his pecs and your knees on the bed.

Uzui smirks up at you, loving this movie. “I’m not even doin’ anything, baby,” he chuckles. “That’s all you. Just look at this ass bouncin’ on my cock.” He gives your ass a sharp smack, loving the way you loudly whine as he does it. “Such a little cock slut you’ve become.” He tuts, licking his fingers before rubbing your clit. “You’re worse than my wives.”

Just as quickly as it happened, he takes his fingers away and sucks on them. “But if you insist on me doin’ something to you…” He suddenly sits up and grabs you before thrusting his hips up to meet yours, plunging his cock deeper inside of you. Your mouth falls slack and you grip his shoulders, sinking your nails into his skin.

“How’s this, hm?” He grunts. “Is this enough for my girl, huh?” You can’t even begin to voice the amount of pleasure you feel as he fucks you stupid, bouncing you in his lap. “Fuck, Daddy, yes!” You moan. “Oh, my God, fuck!”

The pleasure only reaches new heights for you both as he suddenly lays you down onto the bed, hikes you legs up over his shoulders, and begins to fuck you missionary style. He mounts you, rides you, plants that big body on top of you as he puts you into his mattress. You wrap your arms and legs around him like a koala bear, enjoying the ride he takes you on.

He smiles down at you, enjoying it too. “Such a flashy expression you’ve got there, baby,” he huffs. “Is this dick that good, hm? You enjoyin’ this trial run so far?” You weakly nod, too busy moaning to form coherent sentences. “Aw, c’mon, mama,” he coos, reaching down to squeeze your throat. “Give Daddy some words.”

You don’t know what feels better: his big hand replacing a necklace around your throat or his cock buried inside of you. Desperation to keep this feeling fills you, giving you that kick to speak. “Uzui,” you moan. “Keep going. Fuck me please!”

Uzui, with his face flushed and his hair falling in his face, smiles down at you the way a wolf would his prey. “Oh, sweetie, you haven’t been fucked yet.”

After pressing a kiss to your bare foot, he bends your knees so he can press his pelvis against yours, your ass cushioning his thighs, and begins to piston his hips against yours. With every thrust and brush of his pelvis against your needy, throbbing clit, you grow wetter. So wet that it drips down your asscrack onto the sheets that you’re currently gripping for dear life.

Fortunately for the both of you, your wetness increases the lubrication, making it easier to Uzui pound your pussy into the bed that rocks and creaks below you. Your moans and swears mingle with one another, creating a chorus of pleasure that echoes throughout the empty house.

It doesn’t take long for that pleasure to build and spill over into your second orgasm of the night. “Cumming!” You sob. “I’m cumming!” Uzui talks you through it with that soft, sexy voice of his, still drilling your shit as if his life depends on it. “Cum for me, baby. Give me another, c’mon.”

He presses himself against you, his nose buried in your hair, and gives you a few more determined, deep strokes that send you over the edge. With a loud sob-like moan, you cum again, gushing all over the thick cock buried inside of your cunt.

Uzui groans as he feels your walls clench around him, threatening to make him cum too…but not yet. He still needs to show you more. When he finally feels you go slack underneath him, he gently unwinds your arms and legs from him. “That’s better,” he sighs with a smile. “Now it’s time to get my nut too.”

Slowly, he pulls out and turns you over without warning. With a gasp of surprise, you feel him grab your hips and lift your ass up before sliding himself back home inside of you. Taking control over you and your body, he begins to slam himself into you, burying his cock deeper and deeper into the wet, quivering folds of your pussy.

“That better?” He bellows from behind you. “You like gettin’ fucked like this?” You whine and moan in response, your face buried in the mattress. He fucks you like you’re his own personal fleshlight, using you for his own pleasure while also giving you yours too. Your pussy, still sensitive from your last two orgasms, squelches and throbs around him, pulling the cum out of him.

Uzui leans down to whisper in your ear, his big body covering yours once more. “And just think: you can get this every day. Every night. Any time you want.” He reaches between your thighs to rub your clit, stimulating you. “You can get it fast and rough or slow and gentle. You can have this whenever you want it, baby. All you have to do is say yes.”

You want to say yes. You’ve never wanted anything more. Your brain is fogged by pleasure and your third orgasm quickly approaching. You can’t believe that you can have endless nights of endless orgasms and hot sex with not only him but his three gorgeous wives too. Who wouldn’t say yes to that?

“Oh, fuck!” You sob into the bed, fisting the sheets. “Too much! I can’t—“

“Uh-uh,” he interrupts you in a voice so demanding and stern that it silences you. “Don’t tell me you can’t take it. You can, baby. You can do whatever you set your mind to.”

He presses your ass down onto the bed and proceeds to fuck you pronebone style, drawing his hips down against your soft, plump ass.

“So you’d better set it on this cock,” he whispers. “If you wanna be mine, you have to.”

You weakly turn your head to the side to look at him, finding his face already within reach. He plants a hot, wet kiss on your lips, sharing his breath with yours. “Don’t you wanna be my girl, mama?” He whispers against your mouth. “Don’t you wanna be mine?”

Yes. Everything in your mind and body is screaming the word: Yes, yes, yes. Finally, you swallow your pride and let your need and the hot sex talk for you. “Uzui!” You sob. “Fuck, fuck, fuck yes!”

You want to be his and you want him to be yours. His wives, too. You want everything they could ever offer you. You want it all.

You can hear the smile in Uzui’s voice as he speaks, still pounding your cunt into the bed and bringing you to the brink of no return. “Give me another one, baby. Fuckin’ give it to me now. I’m gonna cum too!”

There is no more talking as your orgasms take over, the pleasure rising and expanding until it finally explodes. With a gasp, you orgasm for the third time that night, clenching around Uzui’s magical, beautiful cock. The Hashira cums with you, letting out a loud moan as he fills you to the brim with his cum.

You weakly whimper at the feeling of his warm seed gushing out and filling you up. There is so much! So much that it drips out of you and dribbles down your asscrack. He keeps himself buried inside of you, gripping your body to him as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear from his bed if he doesn’t hold on tight enough.

You let him, loving how big and strong he is. He feels like a weighted sweatshirt on top of you, warm and cozy yet hard and slick with sweat. You inhale, breathing in his scent, falling more in love with it the more you breathe him in. He’s perfect.

Finally, after what seems like a lifetime, Uzui gently pries himself away from your body. But he doesn’t roll off of you. For a moment, he takes a minute to stare down at your body, looking at you like you’re a Goddess who has blessed his bedroom.

The way he gazes down at you makes you flush with embarrassment and shyness despite the act you just did together. ‘You’re perfect too,’ he says without opening his mouth.

After sharing a kiss, he finally pulls out of you. “You okay?” He softly asks. Weakly, you nod, unable to lift your head up due to exhaustion. “Here, let me fetch ya a towel.”

You feel the bed move as he gets up and hurries to the bathroom. When he returns, he has a towel and a bottle of massage oil. He begins to wipe you down with the towel, gently wiping the cum off of your thighs and ass. You let him, your limbs feeling like jelly.

“All clean,” he finally announces. “Now hold still for me. You might be a little sore, but it ain’t nothin’ I can’t fix.” You feel him straddle you, his powerful thighs on either side of your hips. He squirts some of the massage oil into his palms and vigorously rubs them together before massaging the slick oil into your back, shoulders, ass, thighs, and calves.

You softly hum at the feeling of his hands massaging your sore muscles, his fingers kneading the aches, kinks, and tight knots. He ebbs away the soreness from the sex, causing you to relax into the mattress.

After doing your back, he moves off of you and helps you flip over onto your back. He pecks you on the lips before massaging your neck, breasts, stomach, inner thighs, and legs. The scent of lavender and vanilla hangs in the air from the oil, sending you on a trip to a field of it.

He is so careful with your legs, lifting each one with a gentleness that makes your heart melt. His fingers knead your inner thighs and calves, caressing down to your ankles and toes. You can’t help but feel that it is more intimate that the sex. “You sure know how to treat a girl,” you sigh.

He chuckles as his hands stroke up and down your ankle. “I try. You did so well for me that you deserve a reward.” You flush at the praise and close your eyes, completely and utterly ready to toss in the towel and be his.

Oh. That’s right. You already did say yes…but that was when he was fucking you stupid. It was during sex. You don’t know his perspective on talking shit during sex, but does he consider your answer truthful or valid? Can he tell that you meant it?

Because you did. You want to be his and his wives’ so badly. Things would have to go slow for a while so you can get used to dating four people at the same time, but you also know that they would be patient and happy to give you all the time you need.

Something in you tells you that they would prove to be the best partners you’ve ever had.

Biting your lip, you open your eyes to stare at the beautiful man still massaging your leg. “Uzui?” You whisper. Immediately, he pauses and questionably looks at you. “I meant what I said earlier…about wanting to be yours.”

Realization lights up in his eye and he gently lowers your leg on the bed. “So you mean…you want us?” He expectantly asks. “My wives and me? You actually mean it?”

Slowly, you sit up onto your elbows and place a hand on his. A slow nod and a smile are all Uzui needs for his answers. He scoops you up into his lap and hugs you close, pressing a passionate kiss to your lips that makes you swoon. “Thank you, V,” he whispers, joy evident in his tone. “I promise you that we’ll make you so, so happy. We can take it as slow as you need us to and we can—“

His words are cut off by his cell phone ringing in the living room. “Damn,” he sighs. “Hang on a sec.”

He gently pushes you off of him and rises from the bed to head to the living room, leaving you alone to your thoughts for a moment. You laugh to yourself, in disbelief that you’re actually doing this. But you also find that you’re not regretful. If anything, you’re excited. You’re intrigued. You’re attracted to the idea of being with these four magnetic, attractive individuals and you want to get to know them even better.

Uzui finally returns after a couple of minutes, still naked and looking good enough to lick. He wears a secretive smile on his face as he comes to sit on the bed again. “What?” You ask, raising a brow.

“Well, that was Hinatsuru callin’ me,” he explains. “She said she and the girls will be home early…tonight, actually.” You gape at him, making him laugh. “They decided they wanted to test the storm and realized it was easy to travel in. Plus, they missed me too much. They’ll be home in about two hours.”

Your heart skips a beat as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you down to lie with him on the bed. “So now we have two things to celebrate tonight,” he whispers. “And we can do it properly. Does that sound good to you, darling?”

You smile into his chest, your body melting into his. You’ve never thought anything sounded better.

THE END.

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tinyshyteacup · 3 months ago

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Tw: Cussing, Firearms, Shock.

Part 6

Sugar, Spice & A little bit of Vice

- Part 7

It’s been days.

Days since you last saw him.

Since that late-night conversation. Since that quiet, weighted text.

And Happy hasn’t come by once.

No watching you work from his usual spot near the counter. No low-voiced “Hey, girl” like it’s just for you.

Just silence.

You slice through a hunk of butter with your bench scraper. The metal scrapes against the counter—sharp, harsh.

It makes you flinch.

You shouldn’t think about it.

About what he’s done.

But it keeps creeping in.

The weight behind his hands. The steadiness of them.

They’ve hurt people.

You press the blade into the butter again.

Firm.

Controlled.

You imagine Happy holding a knife, but it’s not for cutting pastry. It’s for something else.

For someone else.

Your stomach knots.

Not because you’re scared.

But because you’re not.

And that’s terrifies you.

You push your palms into the dough, rolling it against the counter, trying to force your focus onto the rhythmic movement.

Press. Fold. Turn.

Again.

You know Happy’s capable of hurting people.

But hearing it. Knowing it. Thinking about what it looks like—

What it would look like if he was standing in front of someone, dark eyes blank, body steady, doing whatever needed to be done—

You squeeze the dough too hard.

It splits under your fingers.

You freeze.

Your breath is too shallow.

You let go.

Step back from the counter.

Swallow the tightness in your throat.

The guilt burns.

Not for them.

Not for the people he’s hurt.

But for him.

For the distance he’s putting between you now.

And for the fact that you don’t know how to fix it.

The next task should be easy.

Chopping chocolate into chunks.

You reach for the chef’s knife.

Curl your fingers around the handle.

Lift it.

It’s heavier than you remember.

You glance at the blade.

It catches the bakery lights, gleaming.

For a split second, you picture Happy holding it.

Not here.

Not in a kitchen.

Somewhere else.

Doing something else.

Doing god knows what.

You set the knife down fast.

Take a step back.

Your stomach twists.

Not because it’s a knife.

Not because of him.

But because he’s not here.

Because if he was—

You wouldn’t be feeling this way alone.

The bakery is still dark when you unlock the front door, the soft glow of the streetlights barely cutting through the early morning dark.

You step inside, letting the door swing shut behind you, and flip on the lights. The familiar hum of the refrigerators surrounds you as the fluorescent lights kick in, the air already smelling faintly of vanilla and yeast.

Then—your phone buzzes.

Your heart stutters.

You haven’t heard from him in days.

You fumble to pull it out of your pocket, hands slightly shaky, thumb swiping across the screen.

Happy: Morning, Girl.

Your chest tightens. It’s short. No explanation for the distance. No mention of why he’s been gone.

But it’s him.

And that alone makes the tension in your shoulders loosen—just a little.

You start to type back, but before you can finish, the bell above the bakery door chimes.

You glance up—

And your stomach drops.

Three men step inside.

Not customers.

Not at this hour.

They move with a kind of purpose that immediately puts you on edge.

Jackets too bulky for the weather. Hands shoved deep into pockets. Eyes sharp, scanning the room.

The lead one—a guy with a thick beard and a cold stare—locks eyes with you.

You tighten your grip on your phone.

"I'm sorry" you say, voice careful. "We’re not open yet."

He smiles. It’s not friendly.

"Yeah," he says. "We know."

Your stomach churns.

He nods toward the register.

"Go ahead and open that up, sweetheart."

Your pulse spikes.

The weight of your phone in your hand feels useless. Your fingers grip it tighter, like maybe—maybe—you can text Happy back.

But then you see it.

The glint of metal as one of them shifts his jacket.

A gun.

And just like that, your body locks up.

Your breathing turns shallow. Your hands tremble.

"You—" Your voice cracks. You swallow hard. "I—we don’t keep much cash here."

"Not my problem," the guy says. "Open it. Now."

You hesitate.

His expression hardens. He steps closer, and instinctively, you back up, bumping against the counter.

Your phone screen bumping agasint your palm.

"Now, sweetheart."

Your fingers fumble against the register keys. It beeps. The drawer clicks open.

Your stomach is in knots.

This is real.

And you’re alone.

A part of you wants to cry.

Another part—the one that’s been lingering ever since Happy told you what he does—wonders what he would do if he were here.

Probably something violent.

Something effective.

But he’s not here.

And you don’t know how to get out of this on your own.

Your phone is still in your hand, half-hidden by the counter.

They haven’t noticed.

Yet.

You try to move slowly, subtly—just enough to tap the screen, just enough to send something.

Your thumb hovers over the send button unsure who or what you've typed or sent.

You think you tapped it, but you’re not sure.

You're might not be fast enough.

One of the guys catches the movement.

And then—

He grabs your wrist.

Your breath snaps out of you.

"Ah, ah," he taunts, yanking the phone away. He glances at the screen. "Happy, huh?"

Your blood freezes.

The guy chuckles.

"You think your boyfriend’s gonna save you, sweetheart?" He pockets your phone.

Your chest tightens.

Terror coils in your gut.

Your hands are shaking.

The register is open, cash stacked in neat little piles, but they want more.

“The safe,” the bearded one repeats, voice sharp. “Open it.”

Your breath catches.

“I—I can’t.”

His jaw tenses. “Wrong answer.”

One of the other guys steps forward, the movement making your heart lurch.

“I’m serious,” you stammer, backing against the counter. “I don’t have the code. My boss—he’s the only one who can open it.”

The bearded man narrows his eyes. He doesn’t believe you.

You see it—the flicker of something dangerous in his face.

And that’s when you hear it. The deep, unmistakable rumble of an engine pulling up outside.

Your heart stutters.

The bell above the bakery door chimes.

And Happy walks in.

The air changes.

Happy doesn’t speak right away.

Doesn’t need to.

Just stands there in the doorway, dark eyes taking in the scene—your shaking form, the open register, the three men now turning toward him.

His fingers flex at his sides.

His jaw tightens.

And then, finally—

“Walk away.”

His voice is low, calm in a way that makes the threat worse.

The bearded guy scoffs. “And who the hell are you?”

Happy takes a step forward.

“Last chance.”

The weight of his words settles into the room, thick.

And for the first time since this whole thing started, you see it—

Doubt.

The guys glance at each other, shifting on their feet. The one closest to you grips your wrist a little tighter, and before you can even flinch—

Happy moves.

It’s fast.

One second, the guy is standing next to you, gripping your arm—

The next, he’s on the ground, groaning in pain.

You don’t even see what Happy does, your hands instinctively cover your ears and you sink below the counter.

You know what Happy does, but that's very different from seeing what Happy does.

Just hear the muffled thud of a fist connecting, the scrape of boots as one of the other men stumbles back.

Happy doesn’t stop.

He’s relentless—stripping them of weapons, twisting arms at unnatural angles, knocking the fight out of them with practiced efficiency.

But he doesn’t kill them.

Not even when the bearded guy spits at him, glaring from the ground.

Happy crouches, pressing a knee against his chest.

“Try this again,” Happy murmurs, voice quiet, “and I will put you in the ground.”

It’s not a threat.

It’s a fact.

And the bearded man—he knows it, the fight drains from his body as fast as the colour drains from his face.

Happy watches for another second, then finally, finally—

He stands.

“Leave.”

The guys scramble up, not even bothering to grab their guns as they stumble out the door.

You don’t move.

Can’t.

Your heart is still pounding.

Happy looks at you.

“Girl.”

It takes you a second to realize the sounds have stopped—your hands are still covering your ears, your eyes squeezed shut.

Like you were waiting for something worse.

For a body to hit the ground and stay there.

Slowly, you lower your hands.

Your throat is dry.

“You…” Your voice shakes. “You didn’t kill them.”

Happy’s expression doesn’t change.

“Didn’t have to.”

You stare at him.

Because that—that doesn’t fit.

The way your minds been conjuring images about Happy.

You swallow hard. “But… you’re…”

His gaze stays on you, unreadable.

Then after a beat. “Not a monster, Girl”

Your hands are still trembling.

The bakery feels too small, too bright, the buzzing fluorescent lights making everything feel sharp, wrong. The register is still open, the cash untouched, but none of it feels real anymore.

You feel lightheaded.

Happy watches you.

He’s standing between you and the door, arms crossed, his dark eyes unreadable. He hasn’t spoken since the guys ran off, but he doesn’t need to—his presence alone keeps you steady, keeps you from falling apart right here, in the middle of the bakery.

Still, when you take a step toward the counter, your legs wobble.

You reach out, gripping the edge of the register, trying to focus on something—anything—other than the lingering shaking in your limbs.

Happy is there in an instant.

A firm hand on your wrist.

“Stop.”

Your breath catches.

“I—I need to—”

“No, you don’t.”

His tone leaves no room for argument.

You look up at him, wide-eyed, and for the first time since this started, you realize—he’s angry.

Not at you.

Not even at the guys who just ran out.

Angry at the situation.

At the fact that you’re shaking like a leaf in front of him.

That you had to see any of this.

Happy exhales, long and slow, like he’s trying to steady himself. Then, with no warning, his hands are on your shoulders, turning you toward the door.

“C’mon.”

You blink. “Where—?”

“You’re not workin’ today.” His voice is firm.

You almost argue.

Almost.

But then his hand moves to the back of your neck, not heavy just there, a steady, grounding presence, and you let him guide you out the door.

The morning air is cold against your skin.

The world outside is just starting to wake up—soft golden light spilling over rooftops, the distant sound of cars passing by.

And Happy’s bike is parked at the curb.

You hesitate.

Happy doesn’t even blink.

Before you can say another word, he’s placing his helmet on you.

Sliding it over your head, fastening it.

He doesn’t wait.

Doesn’t ask.

Just pulls you up behind him with one easy, effortless motion, like you belong there.

And for some reason, that makes you feel safer than anything else possibly could.

Happy’s place is exactly what you expect—and yet, nothing like you imagined.

It’s functional. Not much in the way of decoration, but lived-in enough to feel like his. The scent of leather, gun oil, and something sharp lingers in the air.

It’s quiet.

Too quiet.

Your fingers tremble as you reach for the edge of the counter, steadying yourself. The ride helped, but now that you’re standing still again, the events of the morning come rushing back—

The sound of the bell above the door.

The gun in your face.

The way your own body betrayed you, too frozen to move, too scared to fight back.

You exhale shakily.

And before you can process it, Happy is there again.

Not saying a word.

Just watching you.

Assessing.

Then—without warning—

He moves.

One arm under your legs.

The other at your back.

And just like that—

Your feet are off the ground.

A startled yelp leaves your lips, but Happy doesn’t react.

Doesn’t slow down.

Just carries you through the dimly lit apartment, down a short hallway, and into a room.

There’s a bed.

Big. Unmade. Sheets tangled at the edges.

And before you can so much as protest, Happy drops you onto it.

Not hard.

Not gentle, either.

Just decisive.

You blink up at him, stunned, heart pounding in your ears.

“Happy, I—”

“Sleep.”

Your lips part.

“But—”

“Sleep, Girl" His voice is level.

Your brain struggles to catch up.

Because—this is his bed.

And he—

Your cheeks burn.

But Happy is already stepping back, pulling his kutte off in one smooth motion. Not to climb in beside you—no, he tosses it over the chair in the corner, arms flexing as he cracks his neck.

He doesn’t leave, but he doesn’t sit, either.

Just stands there.

Like he’s making sure you won’t argue.

Like he’s waiting.

You swallow.

“Are… you getting in?”

His gaze flicks to you.

“No.”

That one syllable carries more weight than it should.

Like the idea never even crossed his mind.

Like this was never about anything other than making sure you were okay.

Your chest tightens, hesitantly, you shift under the blankets. The sheets are cool, the mattress firmer than you expected, but safe.

Happy watches.

And when you finally exhale, when you finally let yourself settle—

He nods.

Then—

He steps closer, knuckles grazing the side of your face, the touch brief but grounding.

“Rest.”

And with that, he steps out, leaving you in the unfamiliar quiet of Happy Lowman’s bedroom.

You don’t know how long you stare at the ceiling.

How long you listen to the faint noises from the other room—the creak of a chair, the click of a lighter, the deep inhale of someone lost in thought.

Happy took you here without hesitation.

Carried you, put you to bed, made sure you stayed there.

And yet, he never touched you beyond that.

Never made a move.

Never expected anything.

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