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fanfiction4sooya · 1 year ago

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Can't save you now

Shameless smut, dom/ sub dynamics, 18+ heavy mommy AND daddy kink, spitting, anal plugs, anal sex, use of whips, degradation kink, mentions and use of alcohol, there's voyeurism if you squint, dacryphilia, punishments, kazuha is a big crying baby, chaewon is kinda aggressive and sakura is too mommy for this world and probably something I'm forgetting

Words: 3,315

That's all fictional, very few things here are according to reality. (Requests are open even if you want to cuss me out, which won't work cuz I am too kinky to care)

Kazuha observes from the backseat of her girlfriends car how Sakura coos and whispers something on Chaewon's ear while she drives the expensive jaguar. She found it interesting because usually one of them was in the backseat with her, but not today. The more Sakura whispered, the stronger was Chaewon's grip on the stearing wheel.

"Mommy?" Sakura looked at her, her usual soft eyes were filled with this certain amusement that Kazuha loved to see. "What are you whispering to daddy?" She asked playfully, referring to them as she used to when the three of them were by themselves.

"Well, princess..." Sakura started, turning her body to look at Zuha. "I told you earlier you were being a little too flirty with those other idols" She chuckled a bit. "So I am trying to calm your daddy down so she can have a session with you, my love" Zuha smirked, her plan going all too well. "You know I would never allow her to be angry at you while in session, right?"

"Y-yes, mommy" Sakura reached her hand to stroke the younger one's face, caressing it. "Thank you mommy, you are the best" She kissed Kkura's palm, squirming in her seat.

"You baby her too much" Chaewon said, glaring at Kazuha's image on the review mirror as she smiled bratty as ever looking right back. "We'll see for how long you'll keep that cocky smile, brat" She took a deep breath unconsciously flexing her jaw, making Kazuha wet.

"Eyes on the road, puppy" Sakura said, petting her head. "Calm down and you talk to her at home, is that okay?" Her eyes softened, immediately melting onto her touch and focusing on the road ahead.

They got home and Chaewon was right ahead both of them, turning on the lights of the big house and taking of her high heels. She went to the kitchen and drank some water, taking another glass with her.

"Kazuha, come with me" She passed the two women, going upstairs to their shared bedroom. She looked at Sakura, waiting for her but the older woman just clicked her tongue.

"You two go first. I'll sort some things out and I'll be there in a minute, princess" Zuha pouted and mumbled and 'okay' whilst going upstairs following Chaewon.

"Daddy?" She pushed past through the big wooden door, her pussy throbbing in anticipation. Chaewon had her naked back turned to her, the only thing she was wearing was a strap on. A very big one.

"Strip" Was the only thing she said.

"But I look so pretty" Zuha bit her lip, knowing very well she was setting Chaewon off with those bratty little comments. Chaewon finally turned to her, making her drink that sinful image of her perky tits and hard nipples, that birth mark on her abdomen and her cute clit under the straps harness.

"If you don't take it off I'll rip it from your body" Chaewon took a few steps towards her, her eyes were like a controlled fire. She reached Zuha, pulling her by the waist and flushing their bodies together.

"It was expensive, daddy" She moaned, feeling the strap on poking her front, her mind dizzy with lust. The other licked the japanese's lips in a upward motion and she shivered, her pussy clenching with need.

"I'll buy ten more, I don't give a fuck" She said ripping the straps of Kazuha's dress easily, impressing the other girl and leaving her only on her white panties.

They started a fiery kiss; Chaewon ever so dominant, licked and sucked Zuha's lips, pulling her hair by the nape and making her moan. She redirected her kisses towards her neck, biting it and leaving a big red mark that soon would be absolutely purple.

"Daddy, please" Kazuha whined, trying to hump the tip of the strap. "I'm so wet, I need you inside me" She whispered on Chaewon's ear and the older girl just grinned.

"Is that so, princess?" She said, pulling Zuha's head back by the hair. "Do you think you deserve being filled up with daddy's thick cock?" She said trough gritted teeth.

"Y-yes?" Zuha tried to lie and Chaewon's expression darkened.

"Filthy slut" She said, slapping Zuha's pretty face, making the girl clench on nothing. "You deserve to be punished and you will, princess" She caressed the spot slapped a few moments ago. "On the bed, ass up and face down" She commanded and Kazuha blindly obeyed, doing exactly as she was told. "Oh, so now you wanna be a good girl?" She chuckled.

Kazuha didn't realized that on their nightstand a set of anal plugs were displayed, alongside with a lot of lube and a leather whip.

"I'll teach you what bad girls get, princess" She kissed Zuha's back, she was so aroused that Chaewon's words were just passing trough her ears, not really being processed. "I wanna fuck your pretty asshole today, is that okay?" She softly asked, caressing Zuha's butt cheek.

"Please, daddy" She whimpered.

"Oh, I see you two really started the fun" Sakura said, leaning on the door frame, a whiskey glass in one hand and the bottle on the other.

She looked stunning, already on her red silk robe and her brown hair down.

"Good you are here, mommy" Chaewon smiled with lust filled eyes. "I was about to tell our pretty princess that today I am not touching her pussy at all" She said and Kazuha gasped, looking back.

"Really?" She said, amused. "That's only fair" She took a sip of her whiskey, stepping closer to the edge of the bed and kneeling in front of the other japanese woman. "I tried to warn you, my love"

Kazuha got desperate, that was the worst punishment she has ever received. Not that it was like denying her orgasm, she knew for sure she could come being fucked in the ass, but it was a slow build, making her work and focus really hard for it to happen.

She quickly jumped on Sakura's arms, whining.

"Please mommy, don't let her do this to me" She said in the most spoiled tone she could. "Tell her you won't allow her to do it!" She pleaded, knowing very well that if Sakura told that to Chaewon she was more likely to comply.

"Pretty pretty princess..." She looked at Kazuha's pretty brown eyes, smiling. "I can't save you now, love" She kissed her, spitting in her mouth and smearing spit on her lips, the strong taste of whiskey on her tongue. "Now get back there"

"Yo-you can touch me, right?" Zuha pleaded and Sakura caressed her cheek, shaking her head.

"I am going to let daddy deal with you tonight, princess" She said, fucking Chaewon with her eyes while saying it. "I'll just enjoy the view, okay?" Zuha nodded, her eyes shiny with tears that didn't fall. "Be a good girl, mommy is watching you" And with that, she sat down on the carpet in front of the bed, facing the other two.

Zuha reluctantly went back in position, face down and ass up and Chaewon almost passed out with how pretty she looked that way, kissing one of her butt cheeks and massaging the other, smearing her spit there.

"What should I do to her, mommy?" Chaewon asked mischievously and Sakura lifted both her shoulders, resting in one hand.

"I have no ideia, puppy" She took a sip of her drink. "I'm only here for the show, remember?" Her eyes were sharp and encouraging, it was the first time Chaewon would lead a session. "Do your best, my love"

If that was a hierarchy, Chaewon was Kazuha's boss and Sakura was Chaewon's boss, per say. Sakura was dominating to the other two.

"I will, mommy" She nodded blushing a bit, turning her attention to the younger of them and kissing her muscular back. "What are you safe words, princess?" She softly asked, and Zuha smiled.

"Green to keep going, yellow to stop and check and red to stop the scene, daddy" She answered, pulsing.

"That's my good girl" She patted her head. "I'll start now" She got down and kissed Zuha in the mouth, licking the remains of Sakura' spit on her chin and positioning herself back behind her, on her knees.

She took Zuha's panties and threw them at Sakura, who smiled catching and sniffing them. Perv.

"My princess, you are soaked..." Her voice was like honey. "I wish I could drown on your juices now, fuck" She grabbed Zuha's ass cheeks, spreading them and taking a good look into her pretty pussy, the lips swollen and her clit poking out of it's hood. "It's a shame you decided to go all slutty playing with everyone at the party earlier" She clicked her tongue and Kazuha contorted her face, her pussy absolutely drenched at those words.

Sakura observed mesmerized by both of her girls, she trained them so well.

"But I'll have so much fun with your little hole, my love" She spat on Kazuha's asshole, teasing it with her tongue next. Kazuha tried to hold her moan, almost tearing the bed sheets apart but she almost screamed at that sudden rush of pleasure.

"Daddy, fuck" Was all she managed to say, while Chaewon hummed.

They separated and the oldest of them both turned to get the lube and one of the anal plugs; it was made of metal and had a pretty pink heart shaped rock on the end. She coated it with lube, spilling some directly onto Zuha's asshole, who mewled at the contact, specially because the lube was going down to her slit.

"Oh, you look so pretty" Chaewon hummed. "Spread your ass for me, princess" She asked and Kazuha obeyed, her eyes closed in anticipation. She jolted when the cold metal touched her asshole, mewling at it.

It was fairly big, but she took it well, moaning softly when the other pushed it inside. Her pussy clenching around nothing and pulsing so hard she was almost sure Chaewon could see it.

That postion she was in was the best for anal, yes, and it was absolutely mind blowing how could someone be so fuckable like that. Chaewon looked at the pretty plug on her lover's ass and smiled.

Zuha couldn't see, but Sakura observed how Chaewon was shaking in some mix of excitement and a little bit of fear. It was her first time not being led by Sakura after all, she was nervous. She looked at the oldest of them, receiving a small nod and a "You are doing good, puppy" as confirmation. Her heart swelled. Oh, how she loved those two.

"Now, princess..." She started, pulling Kazuha to her knees and speaking on her ear, one hand circling her hard nipple, pinching it. "How many spankings do you think you deserve for what you did earlier?" Kazuha gulped in excitement, the plug slightly moving inside of her hole and making her clench.

"Anything you give me, daddy" She answered and Chaewon slapped hard one of her tits and then the other. That took Sakura by surprise and she smirked.

"Good little slut" She roughly pushed Zuha's face down again, making her whimper. "Twenty each cheek, slut?"

"Yes, daddy" She nodded, gulping. Her eyes met Sakura's and she could swear her cunt was on fire, she never wanted to be touched so bad, to be taken by both of their straps at the same time.

"I'm playing with you, princess" Chaewon said, sliding the whip from her ass to her cunt, making her hiss and jump slightly. "Ten each cheek is more than enough" Sakura sipped on the second glass of whiskey, so relaxed it was dizzying to observe. "But I'll make sure you'll regret those ten for the rest of the week" She whispered to Kazuha, making her shiver. "Now count, slut. And if you mess up I'll start again"

And that's how started: Each flick of the whip Zuha jolted and counted, hissing loudly and moaning. Chaewon was definitely not holding back per usual; She was good with pain, stronger than the other two and definitelly not very merciful when it came to punishments. As the strokes were getting to the end, Zuha was crying with her eyes closed, a shaky and wet mess, too aroused to think.

"Keep counting princess, you are doing good" Chaewon said, the leather whip meeting Zuha's raw skin one more time.

"Seven!" She screamed, drooling on the bed sheets, her eyes now glued on Sakura's hopeful ones.

Sakura was more of a soft dom, so even tough she knew Kazuha liked that kind of treatment, sometimes that could be a little tough to watch.

She couldn't hold herself, kneeling in front of Kazuha and kissing her deeply, her tongue exploring the girl's mouth kind of in order to take her mind a little from sub space or else she would miss the count and had to start it again.

"Ten!" She screamed mid kiss, her tears making the kiss wet and salty. Sakura smiled relieved and Chaewon hugged Kazuha from behind, praising her for doing good, looking at her work of art, smiling at the reddened skin of her girlfriends ass.

"Fucking beautiful" She said, biting hard on Kazuha's back. "You did so well for me, princess" She said, slowly taking the plug from inside the japanese girl. She dripped lube on her fake shaft, turning Kazuha around and laying her on her back. "I wanna fuck your tight little asshole looking at your face, princess" kazuha hissed, her skin was burning.

She didn't even wait for the other girl's response, she simply shoved it inside her lubed hole, making her scream and grab Sakura's silk robe, her head on the other japanese woman's lap.

"Daddy, please" She rolled her eyes, drooling, shaking. "It-it hurts" Her voice cracked, almost gone. Each thrust making her pussy ache for more, Chaewon's abdomen casually brushing against her swollen clit and guiding her closer and closer to her orgasm.

"Do you want me to stop, slut?" Chaewon said, pounding hard onto the other's asshole, her pretty tits bouncing with the relentless pace the older one had set. Kazuha nodded, her eyes closed. "Then tell me your safe word" She punctuated each word with a hard thrust and Kazuha shook her head 'no', crying. "Dumb whore, I knew it", she kissed the girl, her tongue exploring her mouth, fucking her so hard the skin slapping could be heard from afar.

Chaewon straightened her back, putting both of Zuha's legs on her shoulders pounding even harder, deeper.

She closed her eyes, each thrust stimulating her clit as well, making her shake in pleasure, grunting loudly just like Kazuha.

Sakura saw it in first hand, both of them were about to climax; But as a dom Chaewon needed to do it after Kazuha, of course.

Sakura gently took Zuha's head out of her lap and went behind Chaewon, gently rubbing her sweaty back.

"Open your eyes, puppy" She gently said, cupping Chaewon's jaw with her right hand. The girl continued her relentless job of pounding the other, so into her approaching orgasm she could barely hear Sakura calling her. "Look at me, love" She called her again, more than a little bit of force on the grip of the other's jaw. Chaewon opened her eyes, they were glossy with pleasure.

"Mommy" She cried out, the grip on Kazuha's hips strong as fuck.

"I know, puppy" Sakura kissed her, whispering on her ear. "Take care of her orgasm first, puppy" She said, seeing in first hand how Zuha's pretty hole was clenching. "Look at her, she is about to cum" She whispered, holding Chaewon's hair by the nape and making her cry out, so aroused she felt she was about to pass out. "Be aware of what she says" Kkura said.

That was too hot for Chaewon to hear, but she needed to understand well what the other one was saying. Her sub's needs should always be her number one priority and she needed a clear mind so she could listen and observe for any kind of discomfort or any safe word falling from her lips.

"Hold it just a little more, listen to her needs first" Chaewon nodded, focusing on her sub. "Don't forget to breathe..." Sakura whispered into her ear.

She kept humping the strap inside her, now pinching both her nipples, twisting them with her fingers.

"D-daddy, please Chaewon, please" She moaned, basically screaming, accompanying the thrusts. "I'm cumming, fuck, fuck" She said and the other kept the hard pace, Kazuha's long nails ripping the skin of her forearms, scratching her.

"Princess" Was all she managed to say, before coming undone as well, her juices spilling all over the strap's harness. Breathing heavily, she could only feel Sakura beside her, patting her head for her to still pay attention to Kazuha.

Kazuha was still moaning, humping up with her eyes closed, tears falling from them freely. Chaewon opened her eyes, kissing the girl's jaw.

"Are you okay, princess?" She whispered and Zuha held her so tight it was hard to breathe, still crying. "You don't feel like answering, angel?" Chaewon said softly, her heart still beating fast.

"Daddy" Kazuha was fulling sobbing now, her whole body trembling.

"Yes, princess?" She frowned, it was unusual for Zuha to cry that hard.

Panicking a little she looked around looking for Sakura, trying to understand what was going on but she wasn't there.

"Did I hurt you princess? Can you point to me where it hurts?" Okay, she was full on panicking now that Kazuha was holding her like that and loudly sobbing. They spend some time like that, but the young woman culdn't contain her tears.

Sakura's foot steps could be heard, much for Chaewon's relief.

"Are you going to be mad at me?" She sobbed, hiding her face on the crook of the other's neck.

"Mad? Of course not my baby, please don't say that" Chaewon cooed, petting her head. "Tell me what do you need and I'll give it to you right away" She was a little more relieved now that Zuha has said something.

"I..." She whimpered. "I want mommy now, please" Chaewon's heart melted on her chest, sighing.

"Oh, my princess" She kissed Zuha's forehead, carefully taking the strap off of her. "Of course, baby" She got up, looking at Sakura.

"Come here" Sakura softly said, pulling Kazuha's limp body to her lap. She kept crying, hugging Sakura as if it was the last thing she would do on this earth. "Are you okay, baby?" She whispered and Kazuha slightly lifted her head, her eyes puffy and her nose red.

"I just missed you so much" She said, a little bit embarrassed. "Please let me stay here" She softly asked, clutching onto Kkura's silk robe.

"It is okay, baby" She said, looking into Chaewon's apprehensive eyes. "She just missed me, that's all" She smiled softly. "You did well, puppy"

"I love you, unnie" Kazuha directed her comment to Chaewon. "Thank you for this..." She said, already drifting off to sleep.

"Come here" Sakura called the younger woman, holding her hand and pulling her for a peck on the lips. "I love you too" She whispered. "Zuha will take a while to wake up, then we can do her aftercare"

"Right" Chaewon smiled, proud of herself.

"I filled the bathtub with hot water and your favorite lavender bath bomb" She whispered, not to disturb the other girl's nap. "There's tteokbokki on the kitchen for you, alright?" Sakura caressed her face and she leaned onto the older woman's touch.

"You are the absolute best, mommy" She kissed her lips one more time. "I love you so much!!"

Sakura smiled, watching her wrap her body in a towel and disappear onto the bathroom.

"I'm the luckiest woman alive..." She said, looking into Zuha's peaceful expression.

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let-me-love-you-loki · 3 months ago

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Yours to Tame: Ch. 10

Chapter 10: A Few Hours Later

Moxley had done a pretty good job of pulling the car to the door of the hospital so that Morgan wouldn’t be able to see if Sammy was still in the parking lot. Bryan made sure that he kept himself between Morgan and the lot just in case. Anna Jay stepped out of the passenger side of the car, beating aside the balloon. She took a moment to look over Morgan, assuring herself that Bryan had gotten her to out in one piece.

“Come on,” she said, opening the back door of Moxley and Bryan’s rented SUV. “You’ll probably ride easier in the back.”

Bryan kept his body between Morgan and the lot as she got into the car. He had to fight off the urge to look over his shoulder to check for Sammy. He knew that the moment he saw Sammy Guevara there wasn’t anything on Earth and beyond that would stop him from committing the bloodiest type of murder.

Morgan let out a faint whimper as she settled in the backseat. “Bryan?” she queried softly.

“Right here, bunny,” he said without thinking. He watched her with fear in his gut. The nickname came out without his permission. Honestly, he didn’t know where it came from.

She didn’t seem to notice. Instead, she just reached for his hand, pulling him across the seat until he was next to her. When he was settled in place, she pulled on her seatbelt and leaned her head against the curve of his shoulder.

***

There weren’t words to explain the pain that coursed through my head. Everything was spinning even as I sat completely still. I ached all over and just wanted to go to sleep.

“Looking a little green there,” Moxley said from the front. He reached over Anna and grabbed a bag from the glove compartment. He passed it over his shoulder to Bryan. “Use this if you get sick, princess. Don’t want to lose my deposit.”

“He’s joking,” Bryan whispered softly as he opened the bag and draped it across his lap. “If you haven’t figured it out yet, ninety percent of what Mox says is bullshit. Or sarcasm.”

I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t want to make my headache worse. I was grateful to Bryan for speaking so softly since he was so close. “That’s okay,” I replied just as quietly. “I don’t mind it so much.”

Moxley snickered from the front seat. He pulled away from the hospital slowly. “See, Bry. I told you she’d like me eventually.”

“I don’t think she said that she liked you,” Anna tossed out.

He laughed and the sound echoed through the car. I winced and reached up to put my hand over my ear. Bryan’s body shifted as he leaned forward, his words too low for me to make them out. When he settled back in the seat, I reached for his arm and drew it around my shoulders. The noise of Moxley’s laughter, the murmur of the radio, and the rocking of the car was starting to make my stomach turn.

Bryan’s fingers brushed against my cheek, tucking hair behind my ear. “Just take deep breaths,” he soothed. His other hand stroked gently up and down my arm. “Close your eyes, plant your feet, and take deep breaths.”

***

There you go, Bry, Moxley thought as he watched Bryan and Morgan in the rearview mirror. His friend felt horrible for what had happened, for letting Morgan go out to wrestle that night knowing that she wasn’t okay. It didn’t matter how many times Moxley had told him that it wasn’t his problem. As stubborn as Bryan was, he’d just keep beating himself up over it.

He reached over and tapped Anna Jay on the knee to get her attention. He jerked his finger toward the backseat. He grinned as his companion pulled down the vanity mirror to catch a glimpse. It hadn’t taken him long to realize that Anna was as fierce a protector as anyone he’d ever seen, and after seeing how Sammy treated Morgan, he was glad for it.

“I’ve never hated someone like I hate Sammy,” Anna had told him as they walked out to the car. Moxley had looked around to get a read on where the little dipshit had parked himself to spy on the doors of the hospital. “He’s almost killed her, Mox. More than once.”

Jon Moxley wouldn’t ever be described as a gentle man. Or one who could hold his temper for long. The moment Anna Jay had mentioned the lengths that Sammy Guevara’s abuse had gone, it had been almost more than he could do to keep his feet moving toward the SUV. Rage boiled in his guts as he thought about the things he’d do to protect Morgan from that asshole.

But he knew that no matter how much he wanted to protect the girl sitting in the backseat, Bryan already wanted it infinitely more. He split his attention between the road and his friend, watching as the gentle side of Bryan began to peek out. Very few ever got to see it. Most people knew him as they guy who threatened to kick your fucking head in. And then actually did it.

“I’ll kill him if…” Anna growled in Moxley’s direction. She’d seen her friend go through enough hurt for ten lifetimes.

“If I don’t get to him first, cupcake.” It felt strange to be threatening one of his oldest friends, but he couldn’t help the overwhelming surge of protectiveness that rose in his chest when he looked at Morgan Knox.

***

Once we got to the hotel, it felt like the world started to fall out from beneath my feet. Just stepping out of the car and into the underground lot made my head spin. Vertigo washed through me just as my stomach clenched, bile rising in my throat. There was nothing left to vomit. Everything I’d eaten for the past day had ended up in that plastic bag now dripping in the garbage can on the far end of the lot. Now, it was just dry heaving that made pain lance up the back of my skull.

Bryan hadn’t complained that I’d thrown up on his sleeve when the nausea first roiled through me. He’d held my hair back with one hand while helping me hold the bag open with the other. When it was clear that I’d finally emptied my stomach, he’d simply tied off the bag and put it on the plastic floormat. Then he’d stripped off his plaid overshirt and used it to wipe the vomit, drool, and tears from my face.

“Thank you,” I whispered as I felt his hand come up to settle in the middle of my back. He held the other out in front of me as if he were ready to catch me when I stumbled.

“It’s okay,” he replied softly. His palm was warm against my back as he walked slowly beside me, guiding me through to the lobby. “You’re doing great. Slow and steady.”

Anna walked up to the counter to check in while Moxley walked straight over to the elevator, punching the up button with his thumb. He leaned against the wall as he watched me shuffle forward as fast as I could.

“Take your time, princess,” he called, one corner of his mouth curling up in a grin. “We got all day.”

I sucked in a breath and tried to move faster, but Bryan took hold of my hand to stop me. “He’s messing with you, Morgan,” Bryan soothed, a smile in his voice. “He’s a sarcastic asshole sometimes. You’ll get used to it. After a while. A long while.”

Without warning, a laugh bubbled out of me. It might have made my ears ring and my head throb, but it was a sort of laughter that I couldn’t remember the last time I’d made the sound. Bryan let out a chuckle in response, fingers squeezing against mine almost reflexively. He grinned as we got within a few feet of Moxley.

A wave of vertigo crashed into me, and my feet stumbled, tripping over each other. In less than a single breath, Bryan had slipped his arms around my waist to hold me up. “Steady,” he said softly. He let out a sigh and moved smoothly as he tucked one arm around my back and another beneath my knees. He lifted me from my feet. I let out a yelp of surprise and clutched the collar of his shirt in my fists.

“It’s okay,” he soothed. “I’ve got you.”

***

Bryan forced himself to breathe slowly to control the racing of his heart. He was sure that Morgan could feel his pulse beating against her fingers. She’d grabbed hold of his collar the moment he’d lifted her up into his arms, knuckles white as she gripped the fabric so hard that he felt like she might choke him. Truth was, he didn’t care. He knew that in that moment—at least—she was safe. And that was all that mattered to him.

He shared a look with Moxley, who was clearly trying not to grin as he stepped aside to let them into the elevator. By the time he’d settled with his back against the wall and his arms firmly around Morgan, Anna had jogged across the lobby and slipped in just before the doors clinked shut.

“How you doin’, princess?” Moxley asked as he propped his shoulder against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. The bags sat at his feet.

“Gonna be sick,” Morgan mumbled against Bryan’s shoulder. “My head is splitting open.”

Moxley pulled a face that made Anna giggle. “Bry’s going to need a whole new wardrobe when you’re done with him.”

Bryan huffed and pulled her just a little bit higher against his chest. The urge to kiss her hair suddenly rose up in him, and he had to fight hard to stop himself. Her head settled against the curve of his neck as she breathed slowly and deeply. He realized that his thumb was stroking gently against the outside of her knee. Maybe he thought it would soothe her. Or at least distract her from the nausea. Or—more likely—it settled his own nerves about what was going to happen once she had to go home.

***

Anna watched Morgan carefully, trying to determine if she really was going to be sick. Her face was pale and had a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead. Her eyes were squeezed closed as she leaned against Bryan’s shoulder. Without thinking about it, Anna stepped forward and brushed Morgan’s hair back from her face. Her friend’s skin was clammy.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Morgan?” she asked quietly. Something caught in her throat, a fear that hadn’t been there since the night she’d almost lost her best friend.

She sighed against Bryan’s shoulder. Her fingers loosened their hold on his shirt. “So tired, AJ.”

“It’s okay,” Anna replied with her hand against Morgan’s cheek. “We’re almost to the room. You can rest.”

Moxley’s voice slipped into the elevator before the door opened. “We’ll hang out a while if you want.”

There was a faint grunt of assent from Morgan as Bryan stepped out into the hallway, taking care to walk slowly behind Anna’s retreating form.

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