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aggron not being steel/dragon is a crime and specifically a crime against Me

[lokis-army-77]

If You Please

Chapter ten

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 5700

This is technically a reader insert but without the (y/n) and all that. She also has no name mentioned so feel free to imagine as you please.

Follow the reader through the events of the Captain America movies and experience her love for Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: canon typical violence

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The next morning, after a late flight to the Austrian Alps the night before, we readied ourselves for the attack on HYDRA’s head base. I made sure my two guns were loaded and secured in their holsters. I did the same for my bo staff. Everyone had been keeping their distance from me since I had entered the meeting room yesterday. The only one who never really left my side was Steve. He didn’t hover around me like I was incapable, I was grateful for that, but he was always within an arm's reach. Right now he stood a few feet away putting things into the saddlebags of his bike. I walked over to him and leaned up against the bike without saying a word. He looked up and patted me on the shoulder then went back to what he was doing.

I reached my hand up to a small golden heart locket that was clasped around my neck. I fiddled with it mindlessly for a minute or two before I took it and pried it open. A small picture of Bucky in uniform was staring back at me from the right half and on the left was a picture of him with his eyes scrunched up as I gave him a small peck on his cheek, we were both drenched in water. I let out a small laugh, remembering the events of that day.

It was a very sunny October day in 1941, which had started like any other. Breakfast had been eaten and I had gotten ready for the day ahead. Steve had gone off doing God knows what. He never tells me where he’s going. Bucky was coming by after a while for a quote “ Very special date” he had planned. While I waited for him I cleaned the house a bit and read a few chapters of a book Bucky had given me to read called ‘The Hobbit. I had only agreed to read it if he read ‘Pride and Prejudice’, which was my favorite book, but this book was very interesting. I had just gotten to chapter 7 when a heavy knock rattled the front door. I sprung up and raced to the door. I swung it open and there stood Bucky in a pair of dark khaki slacks and a white button-up collared shirt. His hair was slicked back and he held out a single red tulip.

“Well, aren’t you all dressed up. I feel underdressed now.” I said grabbing at the fabric of the light blue pinafore dress.

“You look beautiful as always, Doll. Here, I picked this on the way here, it made me think of you.” He stepped up and gave me a kiss then handed me the flower.

“Thank you, Buck. Let me put this in a vase and then we can head out.” I turned to walk into the kitchen, Bucky right on my heels. There was a small vase already on the counter sitting by the sink, so I reached out for it, filled it with water, and gently placed the stem into it. I placed it on in the sunlight that hit the window sill. I turned around and reached over to my purse on the dining room table.

“Are you ready?” He asked, grabbing the apartment keys from the hook by the door.

“Let's go, I’m starving.” I grabbed his hand as we went out the door and waited for him to lock up. We walked down several blocks and finally came to a stop at my favorite small community Italian restaurant. We had been coming here since we were kids before mom had died. It held a special place in my heart, like everything that held her memory.

We ate and talked for an hour or two before leaving and just walking down the street. We came to one of the small parks scattered around close to the Brooklyn Bridge and stopped to take a seat on a bench.

“I know I tell you this all the time, but I love you so much,” Bucky let out.

“I love you too, Sweetheart.” I looked over at him. He was bouncing his left leg vigorously up and down, and he bit at his bottom lip nervously. “Is everything okay Buck?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine, it’s more than fine actually, I just have to figure out how to say this.” He said then took a deep breath. I watched him curiously as he slipped off of the bench and onto one knee. When he started to reach into his pants pocket was when I realized what he was doing. “Doll, from the day Steve brought me home from school to meet you and your mom I knew I liked you, then that like grew into admiration, and quickly after that, it turned into love. The strongest love I have ever felt. I hope that you will allow me to experience this love for the rest of my life, and give me the greatest honor you could ever give by becoming my wife.” When he had finished he pulled a small golden heart locket attached to a tiny delicate chain from his closed hand. I let my hands snap up to my face before he could see me cry. All I could do was nod furiously, in fear that if I spoke now nothing would come out. He carefully pulled my hands from my face and peered into my eyes. He was giving me the biggest smile I had ever seen.

“Yes,” I croaked out finally. “I’ll marry you.” I wiped my tears off with the back of my hands and then held my hair up so he could fasten the necklace around my neck. When he had it secured his hands clasped around the back of my neck and head and I was pulled into the most heated yet loving kiss I had ever experienced.

That's when I felt a drop of something wet hit my forehead. Pulling away from the kiss, we both looked up into the sky. It had gotten cloudy suddenly and sprinkles of rain had started falling down steadily. I let out a hushed giggle before pitching myself up off the bench and helping Bucky back onto his feet.

“Come on, we need to find somewhere dry before it really starts pouring,” Bucky said, not even a second afterward, the bottom fell out and the rain came down in hard sheats.

“You were saying” I called out over the loud rain. He made a gesture to the sky to say ‘why now of all times, then he started running and pulling me along.

It didn’t take long for us to find shelter in a small photo booth. I was surprised to see one here, they were still so rare outside of Manhattan. We both stood in the small booth sopping wet and catching our breath.

“Bucky, do you have twenty-five cents?” I looked up at him.

“I think so, why do you need twenty-five cents?”

“Don’t you see where we are? I want to preserve one of the happiest moments of my life.” I put out my hand, palm up, he shook his head and reached into his pocket for his loose change. Once he found the two dimes and nickel he dropped them into my open palm. I gave him a quiet “Thank you,” in a sing-song voice before turning around to dispense them into the coin slot. “Now when the light in that square comes on you have to be still and look into it okay,” I instructed him while pointing to the large square in the center of the panel in front of us.

The light came on a second after and we both stood smiling. When the light went out Bucky let out a breath. “You do know you can breathe while taking these pictures right?” I asked, laughing.

“I know,” He gave me a dirty look. The light came back on for a second time and caught the moment. “Look now it's going to be messed up because you were moving”

I ignored him and leaned up close to his ear, “Smile big,” I said then pressed my lips to his cheek for the third picture. When I backed away he looked at me lovingly. He turned slightly and leaned down to my height to press his lips to my cheek. I smile the biggest smile I could for the camera. When the fourth light finally went off, we waited a minute for the photos to develop. When they were tossed out of the slot I grabbed them quickly to look at them. Bucky peered over my shoulder at them as well.

“I’m taking those two,'' he said, pointing at the one where I was laughing at him and the one where he was kissing my cheek.

“Good because I’m putting this one in the locket.”

I came from my daydream when Steve shook my shoulders. “Hey, kid, you okay?” I shrugged in response. “We’re fixing to head out, so I will get everything situated.” I turned from him and closed the locket then stuffed it back under the collar of my suit.

“I’m ready to go,” I said quietly as I straddled the back of Steve’s bike and waited for him to do the same.

The closer to the HYDRA base we got, the more my heart pounded. I could hear the rising of my blood in my ears over the loud hum of the bike and the wind. I was itching for a fight, and I knew I would get one very soon.

The vast woods kept us concealed for a while until we came upon an outpost a few miles away from the main entrance to the base. Steve drove the bike as close as he could to the building, hoping to attract as much attention as possible. It must have worked because not even a minute later a group of six men on high-tech bikes came speeding after us.

“Step on the gas Steve, they're on our tail,” I shouted out. Steve didn’t respond, he just hit the throttle harder. In order for me to sit on the back of the bike comfortably, I had his shield strapped to my back, and I was thankful for it when the HYDRA men started shooting at us. Several shots ricocheted off the shield before Steve maneuvered us out of their sights.

Looking back at the group of men, Steve pressed a button on the handlebar, allowing a long cable to shoot out and attach itself to two trees. When the line pulled taught, two of the men hit it and were thrown from their bikes. Soon after, Steve ignited a flame thrower from the back of the bike, which took two more men off our trail.

Speeding down the dirt road I watched as the last two men sped through a separate trail and came out in front of us. Steve hit the gas and we raced in between them. I took one of the unscrewed sections of my staff and gave the guard to my right a good hit to the head, knocking him off the bike. Steve reached over to the left guard’s bike and pulled out the pin to a grenade that was attached to the man's bike. We bolted forward to get out of range from the blast. I looked back to watch. Looking back in front of us, the entrance was there, tucked into the bottom of a mountain. A tank sat between the two ramped gunman stations.

“Hand me the shield.” Steve held out his hand and I unclasped the shield from around myself and gave it to him. He placed it on the front of the bike. The tank started shooting at us but missed us by several feet. As the bike carried us closer, Steve pressed another button and sent out two small missiles, which decimated the tank. Swerving around the debris, we headed up the left ramp. When the bike launched from the top into the air, I swiftly jumped off, doing a sort of backflip in the air before landing on slightly bent knees. I took out both sides of my staff and quickly joined them together.

I watched closely as I was flanked by three guards. I waited patiently, staring them down until a man on my right made the first move. I swung out the staff, striking him in the neck. Before he fell to the ground two more men with guns came at me from behind. Taking the staff I swung it around my neck, catching it with my opposite hand, and used the momentum to hit one of them in the chest. He stumbled backward into one of the trucks that surrounded us and hit his head, knocking him out. The second guard grabbed onto the outstretched part of my staff and yanked. I went with it, just enough to latch my other hand onto the end so I was holding it with both and then stood firmly. When he pulled again I let myself be moved. I followed the motion and continued going forward into him. He stumbled in surprise, which gave me the time to pull my arms back and swing them back again, hitting him in the side of the head.

I brushed the loose hairs out of my eyes before running to meet up with Steve. He had thrown his shield to hit a guard and it bounced off in my direction. I caught it and held it in front of myself to take oncoming fire. I backed my way up to Steve and I noticed the firing stopped. Handing him his shield back I noticed why. Two large men were standing on either side of us, encircling us with jets of fire. They let off the triggers and a whole unit of men closed in on us.

Two men came up and took my staff, guns, and Steve's shield. Then four more men came to hold each of our arms down. They began to walk us through the giant doors that Steve had managed to blow open with the bike, and up into the base. We ascended several flights of stairs before we were forced into a large open room with a desk in it. I could only assume it was Schmidt’s office.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. His bright red skull was hard to miss. He was saying something that I couldn't hear, I was so angry seeing him that I couldn't hear anything but a loud ringing. The ringing was made worse when I watched him strike Steve across the face and forced him to the floor by punching him in the stomach. If I wanted to I could have easily forced my way out of the grasp the two guards had on my arms, but even though all the anger I knew now wanting the time. We had a plan and I was going to stick to it if I was going to see this whole organization burn to the ground. As Schmidt pulled a gun from his belt, everyone suddenly looked to the large window at the other end of the room. Several small figures were ziplining towards us. I smiled, it was time. Schmidt was frozen in shock as Falsworth, Dugan, and Gabe came flashing in through the window.

Using the distraction I effortlessly ripped away from the two guards and tackled Schmidt. Even to his surprise, he was able to hit me hard in the nose with the grip of the gun. I flew backward, landing on a guard. I tried scrambling to my feet but the guard I landed on had a hold of my left leg. I started kicking at his hands with my free leg in hopes to loosen his hold. He quickly let go after I bent one of his fingers so far backward that it broke. I crawled up to where his head was and started punching until he was unconscious.

Coincidentally he was the guard that had taken both my staff and guns, so I reached around his back and grabbed the staff he had somehow attached to himself and retrieved my pistols from his belt. Standing up, I looked around to try and find Schmidt in the chaos.

“Where’d he go?” I shouted at Falsworth. He looked over to me and pointed down the hallway.

“That way, Steve already went after him.”

I started running, faster than I ever had before. I followed the sounds of gunshots through the twists and turns of the gray halls.

“Steve!” I yelled out, hoping he could hear me calling for him.

“I’m here!” I heard him loud and clear, he must be in the next corridor over. I kept my pace as I rounded two more corners then stopped as I saw Steve trapped in a corner by another one of those men with flamethrowers.

The flames were so big that the man hadn’t seen me sneak around him. I pounced on his back but he threw me off. I landed on the ground across from Steve, before I could get back up to try and take the man out again, he was shot down. Steve and I both turned around to see Peggy standing in the middle of the hallway. I picked myself up and jogged over to the door where the shield was stuck. I yanked it out and the doors slid open. Steve wasn’t far behind me. We ran down the hallway with several other soldiers into a large air hanger. The only aircraft in the place was whirring to life and starting to move.

“Steve, he’s in there. We have to stop him from getting away.” I started running through the chaos of the battle, no caring if anyone was in my way. I pushed them back and swung out my staff at a few before finally making it into the clear. I was running fast but the aircraft was faster. I slowed to a stop and a few seconds later Steve stopped beside me. We looked to one another in worry, but before we could think of another plan, Colonel Phillips and Peggy drove up beside us in a fancy car.

“Get in, we don’t have much time.” The Colonel orders. We both hopped in quickly, Steve in the front and me in the back with Peggy. I unscrewed the two ends of my staff and places them in their holsters so I could have my hands free to jump.

“We’re not gonna make it!” I said worriedly as the aircraft kept getting closer to the hangar door.

“Like hell we are,” Philips stated as he pressed a button next to the steering wheel. The car jolted and was propelled forward. We were gaining on the aircraft now. Steve started to stand up in his seat as we got closer and I did the same.

“Keep it steady,” Steve instructed.

“Wait.” Came Peggy’s voice. I watched as Steve turned to look and she grabbed onto one of the straps around his suit and pulled him in for a kiss. I smiled, happy for him. He turned shocked at me and I just shook my head.

“Don’t look at me, I'm not kissing you” Philips said as Steve gave him a look. I let out a laugh.

We were inching closer to the underside of the aircraft and Steve was slowly maneuvering his way to the front of the vehicle. I let out a gasp as one of the propellers scratched the shield on his back. Philips maneuvered the back end of the car between the propellers, allowing me to crouch up onto the trunk without being hit. We were nearing the end of the hanger when Steve jumped as the aircraft left the ground. When Philips drifted around in order to not fall off the side of the mountain, I jumped, using the force of the sharp turn to propel me forward and grab onto the tire right under Steve. I held on for dear life as Steve struggled to reach down and pull me up. When I was finally righted up on my feet atop the wheel, they started to be pulled back up into the hull of the aircraft. I carefully made my way off the wheels and onto the sturdy floor without any help and waited for Steve. Looking around I noticed we had a big problem.

“Steve, you’re gonna want to see this.”

“What is it?”

“Bombs. Labeled for different large cities in America. We have to stop him and fast.”

Just then a door slammed open and four men in gas masks ran in. Steve and I hurried to hide. They came jogging down the catwalk. When they got close to us Steve knocked one done by swinging into him. I stayed where I was, waiting for a moment to attack. Steve fought the men in unison before one of them ran off to get into one of the bombs. I quickly made my way over to the control panel, before he could get inside, I opened the shoot and both he and the bombing plane fell into the abyss. Steve threw another one of the men out the hole as well. I noticed another one going on one of the other planes, but before I could do anything I was tackled to the ground. I hit my head against a rail and blacked out for a moment. When I came to moments later, Steve, the guards, and the bombing plane were nowhere to be seen.

I looked out of the shoot to see if I could spot anything and I did. The plane was flying under me, but I saw Steve dangling onto the wings. Thankfully he hadn’t fallen to the ground. I left the railing and made my way to the door. There was no time to wait for Steve to make his way back inside the larger aircraft, I had to go.

It didn’t take me long to reach the cockpit. The inside of the plane was simple, the cargo hold and the cockpit were connected by just two doors. Before I entered the second door I reached for one of my guns and checked the ammo just in case. I took a deep breath and kicked the door in.

“It’s over Schmidt, I’m here to kill you.” I heard laughter coming from a dark corner to my left.

“Do you truly think you can beat me? You’re just a child, what could you possibly do to me?” HE walked out of the shadows holding a large gun. “If you know what's good for you, you’ll throw your gun down.”

“No, I won't.” I made a start to turn to him, but he shot the gun right from my hands and stalked towards me. He grabbed the back of my neck and shook me hard.

“You forget, I also have a version of your super-soldier serum running through my veins. I’m stronger than you think. If you struggle it will only end worse for you, now be quiet and stay still.” He commanded as he took his hand from my neck and wrapped it around my head to cover my mouth. He drug me with him back into the shadows.

I kept trying to wiggle out of his grasp, but he was right, he was strong, probably stronger than I was. Every time I moved his hand clamped down harder and he shook me more roughly. That was until Steve came through the door. I was walked back out of the shadows and watched as Schmidt raised the gun to shoot at Steve. Steve whirled around and when he caught sight of me he went wide-eyed.

“You don’t give up, do you?” asked Schmidt.

“No, I don’t. Now let her go” Steve replied.

“I don't think I will. She’s my leverage in this situation.”

I looked at Steve, hoping he could see what I was planning in my eyes. All I needed him to do was walk to Schmidt and I could use that to break free without being hurt. HE gave me a short nod before he started at us. Schmidt started shooting, but Steve blocked him with his shield. I used the distraction to grab Schmidt's hand with both of mine, I ducked under and twisted myself around, still holding his hand. I felt the bones in his arm fracture, this made him drop his gun in pain.

I backed off, gaining my breath back, and watched as Steve took over the fight. They were all over the place and before I knew it they had fallen into the control panel and the aircraft started to descend rapidly. I held on tightly to one of the beams closest to me. I looked over and Schmidt had gotten away from Steve and was fixing the flight path. I landed back down on the solid ground after that.

“You both could have so much power if you joined me. You are fighting for a flag, in what you think is a war of nations. Well, I have seen the future and there are no flags!” Schmidt walked around the platform, waving his gun around. He gave off two shots in Steve's direction. I hurriedly grabbed for my second gun, still in its holster. I held the gun up in my hands and pointed at his chest. I let my finger pull the trigger and the bullet missed his heart and hit his shoulder, thanks to Steve hitting him with his shield. Schmidt flew backward into some type of power converter directly in the center of the room. Blue wisps of light started to flow out from where he had crashed.

“What have you done!” he cried holding his bleeding shoulder with one hand and reaching from a glowing blue cube with the other. When he held it up in front of himself an image of the galaxy appeared out of thin air. All I could do was stare as the light of the cube started to consume Schmidt. As it reached his face, he started to scream until he was wholly encased in light. That same light was sent beaming into the space image and then quickly dissipated into nothing. All that was left behind was the cube, tumbling to the ground. It started belting through the floor before I could get a good look at it.

I looked to Steve, “What the hell was that?”

“I have no idea, but we have to stop this plane.” I followed him to the control panel, he sat down and looked at all the buttons and switches. “We’re headed straight to New York.”

“This plane is more advanced than anything I’ve ever seen, we may have to contact Stark, he might know what to do,” I said studying the panel. Steve took out his radio and brought it close to his mouth.

“This is Captain and Agent Rogers, do you read?” The line was quiet for a moment before Peggy’s voice came through.

“Steve? Is that you? Are you both alright?”

“We’re fine, Schmidt is dead.”

“What about the plane?”

“That one is a little harder to explain. It’s so advanced, neither of us knows how to safely land this thing.”

“Well, I can send you some coordinates for a safe place to crash land. We can bring in Stark to try and talk you through the landing.” Her voice sounded a little shaky.

“Peggy there isn’t going to be any safe landings, we don’t have the time. We have to put it in the water, that's the only way.” I looked wide-eyed in his direction.

“Steve, we have time to figure this out.” Peggy pleaded.

“We are in the middle of nowhere right now, but if we wait any longer a whole lot of people are gonna die.”

I butted in then, “If you’re going to do this, you need to put her down now. We have about twenty-five minutes before we make it to the States.

“Peggy this is my decision” He stated and she never gave a reply. He looked over his shoulder at me. I moved closer to him and placed my hands on his shoulders. “I’m sorry you got dragged into this.”

“Don’t be sorry, this was my choice as well. I’d rather go down with you than live by myself without you and Bucky.” I felt him place his left hand on my right and squeeze before placing it back into the control column. I braced myself as the aircraft descended rapidly. The icy ground was getting closer every second, I couldn’t look away. The only thing that kept me calm was my grip on the locket around my neck. Memories flooded my mind as we descended farther and farther.

As the aircraft made contact with the ice, I was thrown back into the far wall behind me and then everything suddenly went black.

I woke up to the sound of a radio in the distance. My eyes fluttered open but I instantly shut them again because of the bright sun beaming in through the window. I brought my hands up to rub the sleep from around my eyes and tried to open them again, this time I kept them open. The room I was in was small, Steve was in the cot to my right and there was a window looking out at some buildings.

Getting up out of the small bed I stepped closer to the window to look down at the street below but found no street. The buildings just stopped at the floor. I looked side to side and the image stopped after a few feet. I held my breath as I turned and ran to Steve. I placed my hands on his upper body and shook violently.

“Steve, wake up,” I whisper yelled. He jumped slightly before springing into an upright position.

“What is it. Is everything okay?”

“I have no clue what is going on, but something isn’t right. Those buildings,” I pointed to the windows, “Those buildings aren't real, they’re being projected somehow onto a screen that ends just out of view.”

He took a second to think before looking over at the radio. “That game, isn’t that the one we went to in forty-one?”

I listened intently to the broadcaster calling the score; the Dodgers and Phillies were tied four to four. The whole thing sounded like I had heard it before. Suddenly the doorknob turned and a woman came in. Even if I hadn't seen the screen out the window or recognized the game on the radio, with one look at her outfit, I would have known something was up. Her skirt was too tight, too straight, and the look of her bra under her blouse was not something you should have been able to see. She was also wearing black tights in her uniform, we were only ever allowed light or dark tan. Any woman from the forties would have known she looked a little strange.

“Good afternoon you too. Glad to see you’re both awake.” She stepped further into the room.

“Where are we?” Steve and I said in unison.

“You’re in a recovery room in New York City.” Steve and I gave one another a skeptical look as she said this.

“Where are we really,” Steve interrogated further.

“I'm not sure I understand what you’re asking.”

“The game is from May of 1941. I know, because we were both there that day.” Steve informed me, standing up from the cot.

“Those buildings you have out the window aren't real either, so tell us where we are,” I added in. I watched as her face went into complete shock.

“Who are you?” Steve almost shouted at her. She backed away and immediately two large guards came through the door. One came at me and the other went for Steve. I barely had time to think before I was grabbing hold of the man's arm and throwing him through the wall to the left. I started running, leaping through the hole the man had created in the wall, I stopped in shock looking around me. We were in a large room, void from anything other than the screens and the room we had escaped from. Steve was beside me now, pulling my arm as we ran through the nearest doorway and into a crowded lobby. I spotted the front door and moved for it. We ran, barely escaping all the men that came running at us.

Outside the building, I was overwhelmed with noise. Steve pulled me out into the road where we were almost run over by what I could only assume was a weird model of a car I had never seen before. Sprinting further down the street, we made it to a larger area with more people. The buildings were tall and had lots of flashing and moving pictures all around. We stopped running, confused about where to go next. That’s when we were surrounded by more of the strange model cars.

“At ease Soldier, Agent.”

We turned sharply, looking to who had called out to us. A tall dark-skinned man with an eye patch covering his left eye stood a couple of feet away. He came strutting towards us at a fast pace.

“I'm sorry about that little show we put on, we thought it would be best to break this to you both slowly,” he said in a straight tone.

“Break what slowly?” I demanded.

“You both have been asleep for the past seventy years.” My eyes went wide at that, my breath caught in my throat. This couldn't be real. That was impossible, no one could sleep for that long. Steve looked like he had not aged a day. I assumed that was the same case for me as well. “Are you two gonna be okay?”

I nodded, looking all around me at whatever this future New York was. This was going to take a lot of getting used to.

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Come Back for Seconds -11

18+, m/f/f, technically OCxDiego Jimenez [Power]

Summary: Surprise Date Night comes with Dessert. 

WARNINGS: Ridiculous descriptions and ‘the code is more like guidelines’ outlook on grammar. Is it OOC if the character was given essentially zero development in canon???

POSSESSIVE DIEGO, BDSM power dynamics, potential casual poly relationships, SMUT, threesome, Princess gets a full body licking, the L word, feels, plus size woman+fit man, is a relationship happening?? apparently.

A/N:  Princess took on a life of her own and has essentially become an OC. There are infrequent mentions of her description (specifically as plus size) and her actual name in later pieces (its Bicki). She started as self-insert so she looks like me (plus size, white, short, blue eyes, curly hair). If that is not your thing, I totally understand. And do not feel obligated to read this, I will not be offended!

I’m not a fan of “plot” so be aware that most of this series is just meandering through their relationship, angst-fluff-smut whiplash style. But with dick jokes.

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Fourth of July falls on a Saturday this year and that means you get a three day weekend. Diego is deviously overjoyed about it and will not tell you why. This is scary. You are concerned. Flying up on Thursday night means less traffic and less headaches. Also, apparently, it means more immediate access to your Murder Panther.

Diego is waiting with Bastian on the tarmac, hovering outside the SUV while the plane lands. Its acutely adorable to see him pacing impatiently for you. The instant the door opens you trip down the airstairs and directly into his arms. Diego purrs loudly as he gropes your butt. 

"My Princess. I missed you. Give me kiss, now." Diego demands and you laughingly comply. Cupping his bearded cheeks you tilt your head to the right and seal your lips together. Diego groans as he rubs against you, he flicks the tip of his tongue out and it results in immediate capitulation. Your mouth opens wide and the mocha taste of pure Diego washes over you. His goatee is soft under your thumbs, the mustache burns pleasantly, and you can feel his lashes flutter on your cheeks. That sinfully talented tongue glides over yours, teasing and soothing in turns. You take the time to trace over his perfect teeth, smoothing along the roof of his mouth until Diego pulls back to pant, "How was your trip?"

He is stunning like this, gaze soft and cheeks flushed. It makes you feel so powerful that you can bring him to this state with only a kiss.

"Better now that I'm here." Your tone is brimming with desire, breathy and decadent. Those brown eyes are fiery in the evening light and he is so beautiful and this man wants you and this is everything you never thought you could have and you can't stop yourself from exclaiming, "I love you, Diego."

His confused blinking is cute, but his eyes crinkling in delight is even better. "I love you, too, my Princess. Come, I have a surprise for you." Upon Diego's release you slide gracelessly to the ground while he reaches back to open the rear door of the SUV. You peek inside cautiously but its just the leather seats and a bottle of Mexican Coke waiting for you. "Did you think the surprise was in the car?" Diego laughs fondly when you shrug defensively.

"With you? It could be anything." Your answer is delivered with a grin as you climb up into the vehicle, he ushers you along by smacking your ass as you pass by. You slide to the far side of the backseat but don't really settle in too much.

When Diego crooks a finger at you with one hand while patting his lap with the other you quirk a brow at him in challenge. You are happy to lose this battle and snuggle down into his lap for a lazy makeout session as Bastian shakes his head from the front seat.

His left hand is shoved down the back of your leggings so he can fiddle with your thong, but the right has a deep grip in your hair that Diego uses to control the position of your head. You must be feeling particularly submissive because you're content to let him arrange you to his liking.

Your head is tilted far back and to the left, giving Diego unfettered access to all the sensitive skin of your neck. He kisses, licks, nibbles, and rubs every inch available while you whine and moan in ever higher pitches. The answering rumbles and growls delivered directly to your ear are devastating. Panting and writhing, you're desperate to have some part of him shoved hard up against you but Diego is being a tease tonight.

"Please, baby. Gimme something, touch me. Diego, Diego, please." You sound pathetic. You aren't even ashamed. His lap is solid under you but every time you get wiggled into place to grind on him he shifts and dislodges you.

The hand on your thong rises, pulling the material up with it to rub against your wetness. Diego rasps playfully, "I am touching you." That gravelly tone is rightfully conceited, you're a dripping mess here and Diego is suspiciously… calm.

You gasp suddenly, "Did, oh my god, did you jack off before I got here!?" Diego yanks your head back so you're looking straight up. 

"Princess." The rumble is a warning tone. "Now why would I use my hand when I could have any one of your wet holes?" Diego is so smug and you want to hate it, but you both know he's right. He licks all the way up your neck like a dog.

You sob with pleasure, I fucking love that tongue.

"I know you do, bonita." He rumbles under your chin. 

You didn't even know you were talking. This man has melted your brain. You hope he never stops.

Diego resumes kissing your neck until he reaches your ear, "Which hole do I want right now?" This man is fucking filthy and you love it. The whisper is vaguely threatening and you roll your hips back in an attempt to sway his decision. He continues in a taunting voice, "Does my Princess want to come right now? Right here in this truck like a good little girl? Are you wet and open for Diego?" 

You try to nod but his grip prevents it, so you have to use your words. You shiver, then gasp out, "Yeah, yeah. Please. Please touch me, baby." It sounds like literal porn and you are only a tiny bit proud. 

Diego's left hand slides under your thong and sneaks between your cheeks to settle with the pad of his middle finger pressed flush to your asshole. You tense briefly but he doesn't push. 

"Touch yourself for me. Come while I watch." Diego leans back to give you space so you can follow his orders like a good girl. You don't even have a chance to question it, your right hand is burrowed into your crotch before you realize it. Fingers working furiously, you start riding your own hand, whiny with need.

Diego watches hungrily. "There it is. Feels good, yes?" Thank fuck your weak nod is enough because words aren't happening right now. His big finger circles your hole steadily, its almost too much. You can feel everything winding tighter, so can Diego. "Are you good? Are you going to be so good for me, Princess?" 

Between his dark voice, the nasty tone, and the contrasting sweet words, you can tell this won't take long. It never does when Diego is involved. 

"Come," he breathes in your ear. "Let me feel it while you make yourself come in Diego's lap." Oh fuck.

Your pussy clenches down then releases the tension in agonizingly good contractions. There's nowhere to hide your face, the sobbing wails that escape your mouth are fully audible. Your hips jerk as you ride it out, tears slipping from your lashes. That finger never falters the entire time, all the while Diego is cooing and praising you, "Good girl. Very good, pretty Princess. You let Diego touch you everywhere, so soft for me. Yes, there you go. Come, little girl. Come. Perfect."

You melt into him and Diego releases your hair to capture your jaw so he can plunder your mouth. You just lay there, limp and pliant, moaning with satisfaction. Finally, you stir to reach down to his lap and Diego stops you.

"No, I'm waiting." His grin is all teeth and you are straight up frightened. Both of your hands are captured and brought back up to his face. Diego takes great amusement in watching you squirm and fidget with anxiety. 

"What, um." You're momentarily distracted by Bastian pulling into the underground garage of Diego's building. "What are you waiting for? Exactly?" 

Diego can sense your apprehension, you don't like surprises and he knows it. One big hand tucks you under his chin but the other straightens your clothing. He leans down to tickle your ear, "You will shower, then get dressed, and then we have a dinner date. I have a new dress for you."

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The new dress is a stretchy, silky, weirdly open back number and there are new shoes to match. The color is indescribable, it shimmers from a washed out wine to smoky steel blue. The back is open from just under bra band level to waist and you are delighted to see that it has the Built-in Bra of Industrial Strength and an adjustable spiderweb of straps.

This makes the ninth pair of Louboutins he has gotten you. Diego discovered that they make their shoes to order and thus small enough for your ridiculously tiny feet, each pair fits perfectly with no break-in period required and they're actually comfortable. 

By the time you finish in the bathroom and come out to dress Diego has already changed into a suit. Its blue, not a navy blue, but an extremely deep royal blue that under bright light might actually look violet. The grey shirt underneath is shiny and he has an honest-to-god tie that matches the wine color in your dress. He glances up from his phone and you drown in those chocolate depths. 

"Come, let me tighten the straps, shorty." His cheeky smirk snaps you out of it. Shoes on, dress adjusted, eye makeup complimented, Diego proceeds to herd you out to Surprise Date Night.

When Bastian pulls up in front of a place that you know has to have a waitlist you're not remotely surprised that Diego strolls past the crowd and the hostess leads you to a small nook ducked off into a corner.

You are surprised to see Laylah waiting for you.

"Princess!" She greets you with a big smile and an even bigger hug. She towers over you in her heels and you both laugh when your face is smooshed into her petite cleavage. "You look," Laylah's assessing gaze sweeps over you from head to toe, getting hung up on your decolletage only briefly, "Delicious." She waggles her eyebrows and you snort with unladylike giggles. 

"That's my line, beautiful!" You shoot back.

Dinner passes in a blur of easy conversation and even easier laughter. You really like Laylah, she's funny and laid back and entertaining without being overwhelming or demanding. You know these are all part of her professional skillset but Laylah is genuinely happy to see you. She tells you about her trip home to Lebanon to visit her grandparents and you explain your convoluted insurance job at a hospital. All three of you make raunchy jokes and horrible innuendo about everything under the sun. Laylah is fascinated with your fierce independence and you admire her free spirit. The two of you take selfies while Diego orders the entire dessert menu just because he can. 

You're eating a chocolate torte as obscenely as possible while Diego purrs in approval when long fingers swipe some of the mousse off and present it directly to your mouth.

Laylah is watching you intently, her wide eyes dark with interest. Huskily, she asks, "Lick?" 

You lock eye contact and lap your tongue all the way up her digit to swirl around the tip confidently. 

Laylah's lips part to sigh, "I can't stop thinking about you. You and this tongue and those hypnotic ocean eyes."

Your breath hitches as you realize that she means it. Laylah is serious, she actually wants you. The surprise must be evident on your face because Laylah smiles and goes on softly, "I said I liked big girls and I meant it. The two of you together are like fire. I want to go home with you again."

Her long fingers stroke down your neck, skim over your chest, and land heavily on your thigh. Laylah insinuates a knee between yours and leans down close. Its too tempting, you sink hands into her sleek hair and bring your lips up to hers. She tastes like caramel and espresso, but she smells even better. The kiss goes on forever, then turns into two kisses, and before you know it the count is well past ten.

"Fuck." Diego croaks from across the table, startling you. 

Laylah laughs wryly as you turn back to your Murder Panther. 

Your extremely aroused Murder Panther. His hands are fisted on the table, but you can clearly see his erection. Leaning toward him you hiss, "I wanna watch her ride your face."

Diego looks like he was just stabbed. His expression goes through several transformations very rapidly before he nods jerkily. You turn back to find Laylah biting her lip while watching him. "Do you wanna feel that?" You ask Laylah.

Her eyes are sultry and she jumps a little when you touch her leg. Hand sneaking up her skirt, you watch her carefully for any objection but Laylah only parts her thighs. Diego must have caught the movement because his low growl bubbles up. You two girls share a look, enjoying not just each other but his reactions, too. Laylah leans down to brush your cheek with her lips, the matte lip color hasn't budged yet so you tilt to give her space. Turning your head puts you directly in Diego's sights, He looks like he's dying. This is fantastic, you chuckle to yourself. 

"I've never had a short beard like that. Most of my male clients don't taste me, you know?" Laylah laughs into your ear.

"Oh no," You lock eyes with Diego and grin evilly. "He likes to lick pussy. And he's good at it." He licks his lips unconsciously, those dark eyes are huge. You can almost feel his tongue on you, the memories are so vivid. 

"I want to try. Is that okay with you? Its painfully obvious that you two are in love." Laylah murmurs into your hair. Your jaw drops open in shock, It is??

Diego is completely unfazed by her proclamation. Am I the only oblivious idiot here or what?

Diego watches you intensely before holding out a hand, "Whatever you want, Princess. This… wasn't my plan, exactly, but I am not protesting." He actually looks a little contrite, then you recall that this wasn't discussed prior to dinner. He clearly remembers your previous parameters and did not mean to assume. You kind of want to let him squirm for a while… but you can't. 

You turn back to Laylah, "No dick. And I'm being lazy tonight. Agreed?" Her nod is enthusiastic and Diego whines softly in reaction. Your gaze swings to Diego, "Yes?"

The shark smile is back. "Like I said, whatever my Princess wants my Princess gets."

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Its different when you're just slightly buzzed instead of fully inebriated on some type of consciousness-altering substance. Easier than you worried but still a little more complicated than last time. You're not as loose or casual, you second guess where to put your hands until Diego hauls you into his lap in the backseat. He's only half hard, he senses your apprehension, and pulls your forehead to his.

"Do you want to stop this?" His question is direct and simple. Big hands settle on your hips but don't roam so you can think with clarity.

"No. I want this." You lean forward to rub his cheek with your own and whisper into his ear, "But tell me I'm your priority." A little bit of your insecurity bleeds through your request.

Diego hugs you close, pressing your chest to his with solid force. "Of course, mi amor. Laylah will go home after this, but I am keeping you. Princess is mine and I'm your Diego." That dark voice is so soothing to you and his hands cup your face to turn your lips to his.

The kiss goes on forever, hot tongue and soft lips and tickly beard. Diego rumbles underneath you, his enjoyment is prominent and reassuring. Laylah whimpers from the other side of the car.

"Don't stop!" She chokes out when you turn to check on her. Well okay then. Diego found himself another voyeur. You don't check the dental records for the beribboned horse and resume attempting to climb down Diego's throat for the remainder of the ride back to the penthouse.

The elevator ride is more of the same but with the addition of Laylah tongue. They pass you back and forth between them until you're dizzy and panting with it. Diego leads you both over to the sectional, you are pleased to note that he never tries to take Laylah anywhere near the stairs and up to the bed you share with him. You are also pleasantly surprised to see that his hands stay on you, outside of her elbow to steer while she's distracted with your cleavage. He is being careful and mindful and it tumbles you over from moderate arousal to burning desire.

Everything is a jumbled mess on the sofa; messy kisses, you can't tell whose hand is on your ass at first (it's Diego's), but they're both at your tits. In fact, they are getting in each other's way trying to get the top of your dress down and it makes you dissolve into giggles. Diego bites down on the back of your neck like he's establishing dominance and your entire spine turns to jello. Laylah whines at your squeakiness. 

You flop your right hand behind yourself where it smacks down onto Diego's thigh and he jumps, then groans, "Again!" Interesting.

"No. N-not yet, baby." Your breathy refusal makes Laylah raise a brow in question. "I wanna watch you in action." Laylah is already rolling the stretchy skirt down over her hips. 

You turn around to find him panting, pulling his shirt out of the trousers and fighting with the buttons. When you reach out to help Diego snatches you forward with a death grip on your upper arms so he can lick his way into your mouth. Those amazing hands slide up your shoulders and into your hair, controlling your head with ease and familiarity, you pet over scratchy cheeks and broad shoulders. Laylah drapes herself over your back to continue with his shirt removal, you're distracted by the feel of her nipple piercings.

The kisses pause for air and you sorta-kinda expect Diego to go for Laylah's lips, so you seem a little confused when it doesn't happen. "You don’t want to…?" Big brown eyes blink at you slowly. 

"No. Want you more. Always." He rumbles quietly. Okay, so he trusts Laylah because that is some Soft Murder Panther on display here, you ponder briefly.

"Fuuuuuck, that is so goddamn hot." Laylah's kinks are not just voyeurism but apparently voyeurism specifically of the lovey-dovey variety. In fact, you can hear the wet sounds of Laylah touching herself… and so can Diego. He peers over your shoulder with focus, licking his lips yet again. You're jolted by the sudden and ferocious need to see his face buried in her pert little ass.

"Okay!" You point to Diego, "Naked now, on your back on the chaise!" Turning to Laylah, you bark, "You! Stand up!" In the time it takes you to urge her upright Diego has stripped fully and flopped down as directed, massive erection dark and leaking. You're a little shit, you have to touch it. Diego watches you stroke him firmly with a slitted gaze, purring happily.

As Laylah approaches his head she looks to you for direction. "You still want beard between your legs?" You ask to confirm. Laylah moans with a nod, biting her bottom lip. Your Cheshire cat grin makes Diego whine, "Then mount up." 

Laylah crawls over Diego and his hands fly to her hips to encourage her down. She sits on his face with quiet confidence and slides her hands down his muscled torso to get to your boobs. You laugh breathlessly, then snort out, "Greedy much? 

"I can't help it. These tits are fucking amazing. Can I touch your ass?" Laylah is practically begging. Diego's hips jerk in encouragement with the idea. 

"Yes, please!" You chirp, then strip the dress off over your head. Laylah cups an asscheek and you push into her hand. Before she can do anything else her entire body jumps and her eyes roll up. There's that tongue.

"Holy. Shit. What. Oh fuck, that feels good." Laylah groans toward the ceiling. You keep stroking him absent-mindedly but reach your other hand out for a studded nipple. "Shit. Shit shit shit."

Your laugh is sly. "All those textures, huh? The goatee is soft but the cheeks are scratchy. His lips are like velvet, right? And that tongue is legit sinful." Your hissing dirty talk is a surprise to everyone. Laylah nods weakly and Diego bucks into your hand. You leave off to smack his inner thigh. He jolts and moans lowly, making Laylah squirm.

"Oh my god. That's like a fucking vibrator!" She is stunned. You watch her body roll as she rides him before your hand moves again, this time you hit higher up. Diego's groan is louder and he keeps it going, moaning and growling into her cunt. His sounds are too much for you. Laylah's hands move with you as you lean down to lick the head of his cock.

Diego spreads his legs for you, arching up to get more while Laylah watches with interest. Finally she speaks, "Can you-oh fuck, just like that. Can, how much can you take, Princess?" Diego's muffled laughter makes you preen. Locking eyes with Laylah, you open wide and slide down on him. And down, down until your nose is buried in his hair and he's writhing. Laylah whispers in shock, "Goddamn." She bends down to look a little closer, "You know, you could make damn good money like that."

Diego's reaction is instantaneous. The vicious snarl makes you pull off in surprise and Laylah jumps up to all fours, too. 

"NO!" Diego barks loudly and all three of you freeze. His face scrunches up in focus and he goes on quickly, "I will take care of you! Mine!"

Laylah is watching your face, trying to gauge if she should leave or not. Diego's chest heaves as he realizes what just came out of him. Your heart is pounding, there is nothing you love more than being claimed. You throw a leg over his hips and settle down on his cock, but not taking it inside yet. Diego bucks involuntarily, hissing with surprise. 

"Yes, baby." You breathe. "And right now I want to see you take care of Laylah." Your hands smooth up her arms and over shoulders to ease her back down. She dives in to kiss you with her caramel tongue. Diego groans at the sight, then jerks her back down to get back to work. And judging from her noises, Diego isn't playing around.

Laylah breaks away to pant, "Oh, ohhh. Fuck. That's so good." You tilt her chin up to watch her lashes flutter, hazel eyes clouded with pleasure. Her mouth moves silently but you can tell its a rapid series of 'yes'. You cup her breasts to play with the bar studs in her nipples, they're fascinating to you. "Oh! Yeah, yeah, keep doing that." Laylah cries, bringing one hand up to cover yours in encouragement. Leaning down, you take the other nipple in your mouth and start sucking on it. "Fuck! Fuck yes! Yes, please don't stop. Please, please."

You moan into her skin and Laylah sobs with pleasure. Her hips are rolling, she is literally riding his face. Fuck that's hot. You can see his chin moving as he works her clit and its killing you. Diego rumbles against her and Laylah stiffens with a gasp. You watch her come apart, face slack and hips trembling. Her chin drops to her chest as it eases, but you bite down on her nipple while patting Diego's hip to keep going. Laylah crumples forward as her abs convulse with a second orgasm. His huge hands glide up to cup her little breasts and you take the opportunity to lick widely over his fingers and her nipple. 

"I can't. I can't. Need a break. Oh, time out, please." Laylah stutters out. Diego releases her and she slides off to the side to collapse in a heap. Diego takes a moment to breathe, gawking at the view of your naked body on top of him. You remember how Laylah looked sitting on him, her flat stomach and perky breasts. Your hands come up to cover your chest self consciously and Diego lurches upright.

"Fuck. You're so perfect, Princess. Ride me, ride this dick." Huge hands cup your face for a searing kiss, his tongue dives deep with it. Your moan is high pitched as Diego raises his knees to trap you. Grabbing his forearms, you roll your torso to grind down so his dick pushes through your folds to your clit. He presses up into your heat, moving with you but never relinquishing your mouth. 

"Mmmmmm." The whiny moan is pure need. Watching your man lick another woman off gives you a weird sense of pride. And just being able to see him in action has you dripping wet. You pull down on his arms, "Hold these." With that choked request your own small hands direct his to your breasts and Diego does not need to be told twice. He chomps down on your neck while flattening your chest just how you like it.

His teeth meander a path to your ear to growl, "Take this dick, Princess. Sit on Diego." It does the trick. Your whole body shudders and you reach down to angle his length into you and-

"Ohhh fuck yes, baby. Yeah, yeahyeahyeah." Your wail is entirely unintentional. God, he's so fucking huge, you're always a little light headed when he first gets fully seated. Its an incredible feeling, like you can't even move because you're so stuffed. Diego is still at your neck, working a pattern of hickeys and beardburn into your skin with obsessive attention. 

"Princess, fuck. Every time, so tight, so fucking tight pussy." He rumbles into your cheek while you sob silently. You definitely have a praise kink and Diego is observant enough to realize that compliments to your physicality are going to inflict the most devastation. His lips brush your ear as he rattles on, "Love watching you swallow my cock. Mouth, pussy, anything. You take it so well, little girl." You're already pulsing, whining and squirming above him. Being impaled is glorious but you need some fucking friction already. Your previously wandering hands (that broad chest is a masterpiece) come back to your own body and straight down to where the two of you are connected. Diego rumbles with approval, "Yesss, touch yourself. Play with that pretty little pussy until you come all over me."

Your eyes slip closed as you work your clit just like you did the car. The combined sensations of his hands roaming your body, his cock shoved so far up you that it might come out your throat, and the very perfect angle applied to your clit is almost too much. You're so focused on the building pleasure that his legs rising behind you and spreading wide isn't enough jostling to cause any delay. Diego rolls his hips slowly and steadily, never losing rhythm as you begin rocking on him. He purrs as his own hands slide down to your hips, squeezing and guiding. Your breasts are cupped, lifted and compressed almost perfectly. Oh fuck, his hands are everywhere--

Your eyes pop open in shock as you remember Laylah is here. Its her hands that are manipulating your cleavage with firm attention. Her body is pressed up tight to your back, abdomen curved to accommodate your ridiculous ass. That explains his legs being so wide open. Speaking of…

Diego is absolutely rapturous underneath you. His face is slack with awe, big brown eyes wide and drowning dark, his mouth hangs open to pant loudly. The naked hunger you see there as he watches you being pleasured, its too much, too emotional. Closing your eyes again, your focus turns inward as you tense and stiffen.

"Yes, Princess. Come, little girl. Come for Diego." The growl does it. Your cunt clenches tight, squeezing hard around him, before your breathing catches and everything snaps. Waves of ecstasy roll through you in ever decelerating rounds.

"I- Yes, yes, baby, f-fucking yessss." There is zero vocal control for Diego-induced orgasms. Your keening yelps drag a groan from him and Laylah moans behind you. Its too much, you collapse forward onto his chest in a graceless sprawl. Diego hauls you up to take your mouth and you bonelessly let him do whatever he wants. The kiss is filthy and desperate, he licks your entire mouth messily. Filled with Diego at both ends, you whimper in high pitches. 

The sound makes your Murder Panther snap. Huge hands sink into your hair to yank your head back roughly so you have to look at his fierce expression. Teeth bared and brows drawn together, he looks vicious. Diego growls ferociously, "I'm going to fuck you now, Princess." 

All you can do is hang on. 

Diego keeps your head held tight and uses the same arm to squash you down to his chest. His other hand holds your pelvis immobile while his hips snap powerfully. The head of that amazing cock rams into your cervix with every thrust and you know your sobs have to be pathetic. Squeaks and mewls fall from your lips as he fucks you in a position that no one else has ever managed. Its amazing how Diego can manipulate your thick body, you always feel little and delicate under his massive hands. 

"Come again! Come, Princess!" His snarled order is accompanied by a slap to your ass. The pain triggers another climax and Diego fucks harshly through your contractions. Something brushes your lower back, then soft lips are kissing over your right cheek. Laylah mouths over your burning skin, lapping where Diego just hit. Holy shit. He sees your face, watches your jaw drop open and your eyes widen. Diego smiles darkly with his next command, "Lick Princess, Laylah. Lick her ass while I wreck this pretty little pussy."

Is she seriously going t-- "Ahhhhh!" Your surprised yell melts into mindless pleasure as Laylah does exactly what she was told. Her soft tongue glides between your cheeks to pass wetly over your hole. Over and over, Laylah licks you softly in counterpoint to Diego's rough thrusting. "I can't- fuck, its. Oh, oh my god. Please, please- I'm gonna come. Please, Dieg-" your broken babbling shorts out along with your brain. Everything fades away until all you know is crushing pleasure.

There's a dull roar below you, its just audible over the wind in your ears. Someone is rubbing your back. A searing heat deep in your belly makes you whimper. Its dark and quiet very suddenly. You feel like you're floating in water, slowly rising to the surface until you can see light and hear your name being called like distant thunder.

"Bicki, look. Mirame, Princess. There, there she is." Diego's quiet rasp is relieved. You look around briefly, cataloging your surroundings. Diego is sitting up against the arm of the chaise with you cradled in his lap. Your head is pressed into his shoulder but one solid hand is holding you upright so he can watch your face. The concern in those brown eyes is gratifying, whatever happened Diego is glad you're alright. The soft silk throw is draped over you like a cape. 

Laylah is in the corner of the chaise beside him, eyes huge but lips curled up in a grin. "You okay, Princess? I've never seen a man fuck a girl so good she blacks out. That's just impressive." Her hazel eyes sparkle with amusement. She lounges there fully nude with no self-consciousness.

You wave your hand lazily in her direction with a sigh, "Don't. Do not. His ego, please no." Your eyes close in slight embarrassment and you hide your grin in his neck. Diego purrs smugly.

"Oh, please yes. Tell me how I fucked two women into lazy heaps of satisfaction in one fell swoop. Go on then." Diego rumbles into your curls. "I want to hear all the ways you're going to thank me." His rough voice is dripping with pride.

You slap him in the middle of his chest. "Maybe later, when you can actually do something about it." You chuckle. Turning your head, you kiss his stubbled cheek sweetly, then lick him just to be rude. Diego only laughs and pulls you closer.

Laylah's laugh is crackly, her deep voice more hoarse than normal. "You two are ridiculously adorable." She smiles softly, the warmth of it goes all the way to her eyes. "Not to be presumptuous, but I would really enjoy doing this on a sorta regular basis. Not on a payroll." Here she gestures to Diego minutely, then turns to you with a darker look, Hungry, your mind supplies. She holds your gaze levelly as she elaborates, "I really like you. I want to be your friend. I mean, with benefits is obviously the dream, but you know. I had a great time tonight." All three of you laugh.

"I like that idea." You hear yourself answering. Diego looks down his nose at you in mild surprise. 

"You do?" He looks cautiously hopeful. 

"Yeah? I like having… friends?" You give him a confused look. "Is that not what you wanted?" You're not sure if you should be slightly offended or not. Sometimes there are cultural miscommunications and you always try to keep that in the back of your mind.

Diego's smile is slow and wide. "That is exactly what I would like Princess." His forehead comes down to yours and you smile goofily. You are exceedingly happy that Diego cares so much that he put effort into trying to bring you more companionship, that he paid enough attention to notice that you and Laylah connected, that she pleased you and he wanted that for you.

So you exchange numbers, you laugh with your friend, and when Laylah leaves early the next morning you're exhausted with fullness. Yeah, you have a best friend, but everything else is just acquaintances. This new thing is some weird messy not-disaster that you somehow aren't worried about. 

You're sitting on the bed, staring into space when Diego waltzes out of the bathroom completely naked. Hello. He leans down over you, both big hands bracketing your hips, to crack your heart open just a tiny bit more by proclaiming, "I can still smell her and she is not you. Come shower with me so I can smell like you again." Diego kisses your forehead then returns to the bathroom and the running shower with complete trust that you're right behind him.

You realize that you have complete trust to follow him. You trust him with so many things. You trust Diego with your heart.