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[CN] Shaw’s Staying at Home Date

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 居家之约, which has not been released in EN! 🍒

[ Released on 1 November 2021 ]

On an idle weekend, Shaw and I make plans to spend it together at home.

While waiting for him, I play the disc that he lent to me on TV - a documentary of a punk band’s tour.

The moment I plop myself down on the sofa, a series of sounds drift from beside me.

MC: ...Spicy Stick! No biting the sofa!

[Note] In CN, the dog’s name is “辣条” (là tiáo), which is a popular Chinese snack made of wheat flour and chili :>

Just as it’s about to take a bite out of the sofa, I exclaim at the teddy bear dog. It has already torn apart two pairs of slippers, a charging wire, and a cosmetic compact.

Spicy Stick is a Shichon puppy that a friend had left in my care before heading on a business trip.

As it is currently undergoing its teething phase, its main goal is to learn about the world with its mouth.

Spicy Stick gives me an indifferent glance, and has no intention of jumping off the sofa.

A nameless anger rises in my heart. Just as I’m about to assert my power, my phone suddenly rings.

Shaw: Hey, I’m downstairs. I think the lift’s broken, so I’m taking the stairs.

MC: So soon?

While speaking, I brisk walk to the door and open it. Seeing this, Spicy Stick follows me in an instant.

MC: Oh yes. Shaw, did you bring the collar?

Shaw: I did. Your friend’s dog is pretty capable - it even tore its own collar.

On the other end of the line, Shaw sounds as though he’s about to continue with his complaints. However, he suddenly pauses, his tone switching to a more light-hearted one.

Shaw: You’re watching the disc I lent you?

I glance at the TV. The vocalist of the band is in a jacket, swaying his body along with the melody.

MC: Mm. You could tell?

Shaw: Of course. I’ve watched it so many times. What about you? How do you find it?

MC: I think... aside from having a better understanding of the band, I’ve also added a huge pile of hidden treasures into my playlist~

I find myself smiling as I stare at the entrance of the stairway, able to hear footsteps drawing closer.

Shaw: Oh? Looks like aside from being attracted by their accessories and hairstyles, you’ve gained some other things.

MC: How did you know that I like their hairstyles?

Shaw: Haven’t you been posting pictures of them in your Moments every day? Or has your memory deteriorated after doing so much overtime work recently?

Just as I’m about to retort, something occurs to me. My eyes crinkle into a smile.

MC: Looks like Busy Bee Shaw has been paying close attention to me! You’re able to remember every single one of my posts so clearly.

I deliberately use an exaggerated tone, adding emphasis to my words. I don’t receive a response from the other end, and can only hear the sound of breathing as he steps on the staircase.

After a while, Shaw’s voice returns. This time, it’s much clearer.

Shaw: Tsk. So what?

I turn my face to the side. Shaw is standing at the entrance of the stairway, a pair of eyes looking frankly and directly at me.

He climbs up the stairs in a few strides. Walking over, he hands me a plain-looking paper bag.

Shaw: Here. Collar.

My heart stirs slightly. Just as I'm about to take the bag, a shadow suddenly barges into my field of vision.

??: Woof! Woof!

Accompanying two energetic barks, Spicy Stick emerges out of nowhere, lunging straight at Shaw.

Shaw’s eyes widen slightly, astonishment flashing across his face.

Although Sichons are petite, they are very strong in combat.

After Shaw enters my house, Spicy Stick remains splayed at his feet, growling loudly at him. It seems to have deemed Shaw as an “intruder” in this territory.

Shaw: Little chap, you’re pretty friendly.

Shaw: To think that I personally made a collar for you.

Shaw arches his brows slightly, retrieving a riveted collar from the paper bag. He wobbles it in front of Spicy Stick.

MC: You made it yourself?

A little surprised, I take the collar from his hand. I notice that the rivets are made from a special material and are soft to the touch. Also, the workmanship is incredibly meticulous.

MC: It looks pretty unique.

Shaw: Of course it is.

Shaw responds without a trace of humility. He removes his jacket, placing it casually on the sofa.

Shaw: This teddy bear dog has such a unique name, so it needs a unique collar too. When it heads out with this collar next time, it’d definitely not bump into another dog with the same design.

Even so, Spicy Stick doesn’t buy Shaw’s goodwill. It continues barking at him loudly and fearlessly.

MC: Spicy Stick, be a little quieter.

Spicy Stick: Woof woof!

MC: ...

Shaw: I didn’t expect it to listen to you this obediently.

Shaw tosses me a somewhat gloating glance.

Clearing my throat in embarrassment, I attempt to control the restless Spicy Stick.

During this difficult time, Spicy Stick grabs Shaw’s jacket in its mouth. Something seems to fall onto the ground, releasing an abrupt and crisp sound.

Following the sound, I spot a silver accessory falling out of the pocket. Before I can get a more precise look, Shaw quickly picks it up.

I look up at Shaw, only to see his slightly displeased expression.

MC: What’s that?

Shaw: Nothing much.

With this, Shaw frowns slightly. His face grows solemn, and he takes steps towards Spicy Stick.

Shaw: You aren’t going to stop, are you?

With Shaw’s jacket in its mouth, Spicy Stick slowly retreats to a corner of the room.

Their humongous height difference causes Spicy Stick’s earlier haughtiness and pride to dissipate. It blinks, lifting its head to look at Shaw.

Spicy Stick: Woo...

Worried that Shaw’s genuinely angry, I hurry over. Squatting down, I tap Spicy Stick on the nose.

MC: Spicy Stick, don’t be so fierce. This Big Brother isn’t an outsider. Got it? Be good, and give the jacket to me.

My appearance probably makes Spicy Stick think that the danger has been eliminated. It flits its eyes, obediently loosening its grip. Then, it licks its paw leisurely.

Lifting my hand, I hand the jacket back to Shaw.

MC: All right, don’t be mad at it.

Shaw: Hmph...

Shaw’s eyes flash slightly, as though he wants to say something. In the end, he simply releases a soft “tsk”.

Taking the jacket, he squats down like me. Then, he arches his brows lazily.

Shaw: Just saying it isn't effective.

He stares at Spicy Stick, a dangerous aura brewing in his gaze.

Shaw: It needs to learn from this experience.

Scattered bits of sunlight filter in through crevices of the curtains. They fall on the ends of Shaw’s hair, coating him with a soft layer of gentle light.

The documentary playing on TV has been paused. I’m lying on my stomach on the carpet, watching as Shaw draws various images on coloured cards - fire, food bowl, clothes, and other things.

MC: ...why are you drawing these things?

Shaw: You’ll know in a while.

Once he’s done with the final stroke, he covers the coloured pencil with a cap and places it at the side. Then, he takes out the dog food he’s prepared, tapping on the carpet gently.

Shaw: Spicy Stick, come here.

Hearing someone calling it, Spicy Stick comes over curiously. Lowering its head, it sniffs the cards.

Shaw: Look carefully. This is raw meat. It’s the food you eat every day. You can touch it however you want.

Shaw pauses for a moment, then takes out a few other cards.

Shaw: These are clothes. This is fire... For the sake of humanity and your own life, it’s best for you to control your exuberant curiosity when you see them, and keep your paws to yourself.

Shaw props his face up with a hand, tilting his head to look at Spicy Stick.

Shaw: If you understand this, put your paw here. I’ll give you a reward.

While saying this, he sways the snack in his hand, the other hand lightly tapping on the props he had found in my board games.

It’s rare to see Shaw being this serious. Finding this novel, I look him up and down.

But Spicy Stick turns a deaf ear to Shaw’s words.

With its round eyes, it stares at Shaw.

In the short silence, I’m suddenly struck with an idea. I lift Spicy Stick up, my hand on its bell.

“Ding...”

The crisp sound echoes in the room. With a sly smile, I hide behind Spicy Stick.

Pinching my throat, I pretend to speak like Spicy Stick -

MC: I’ve already recognised all these cards. Next time, I’ll definitely obey instructions!

Shaw is taken aback momentarily, clearly not expecting me to do this.

I can’t help but chuckle inwardly while blinking at him with even more force.

MC: Earlier, I shouldn’t have taken your jacket away. I’ll do my best to correct my ways, and strive to become an obedient and sensible puppy. Please forgive me this time~

After saying this, I couple my words with an incredibly innocent gaze, staring directly at Shaw.

In my arms, Spicy Stick yawns at this appropriate moment.

Shaw and MC: ...

After a moment of silence, Shaw averts his gaze unnaturally, bursting into a nonchalant chuckle.

Shaw: Come to think of it, the both of you are pretty similar.

MC: What?

Shaw: Make a guess.

MC: ...you share more similarities with it! Doing whatever you like!

Spicy Stick: Woof!

Spicy Stick barks, as though agreeing with me. Probably finding this too boring, it suddenly breaks free from my arms, running off to play.

Shaw casts a sweeping glance at its happy rear view, pursing his lips.

Although Shaw isn’t facing me, I’m able to see that the corners of his lips have curled upwards.

Just as the smile on my face broadens, a series of noises draw our attention.

Shaw: ...tsk. It truly causes others to worry.

Shaw looks at the “incorrigible” Spicy Stick, his brows knitted together.

At some point, Spicy Stick has once again run over to Shaw’s jacket, taking the silver accessory from his pocket with its mouth.

This time, I finally get a clear glimpse of the accessory - it’s a necklace with a signet ring for a pendant. A lightning design is engraved on it.

Shaw is clearly exasperated.

Shaw: Be good. Let it go.

He carries Spicy Stick, carefully retrieving the necklace from its mouth before using his hand to wipe the area it had bit.

MC: Is this your necklace?

I look at Shaw with slight curiosity.

Based on my memory, he has tons of accessories. Each time we meet, he seems to don different accessories.

It’s rare to see him being so concerned about one particular accessory.

Shaw: Not exactly.

Shaw responds calmly. A certain emotion flashes across his face, as though he’s vexed over the idea of disclosing something in advance.

After a short while, Shaw looks up, staring fixedly at me.

Shaw: I was going to give it to you later. Since you’ve already seen it, I’ll do it now.

I blink, feeling a little surprised as I study the necklace in my hand.

MC: ...it’s for me?

Shaw: What’s with that expression? Is it that surprising?

Shaw arches an eyebrow, looking at me with slight displeasure.

I nod truthfully.

MC: After all, the things you gave me before were mostly...

I deliberate on my choice of words. Watching as Shaw’s brows arch even further, I immediately continue.

MC: Unique.

Shaw’s expression finally relaxes a little.

Shaw: Is that so. This is very unique too.

He points at the necklace in my hand, his tone light-hearted.

Shaw: Aside from being a necklace, this pendant can be removed and worn on the finger.

Shaw pauses, then chuckles.

Shaw: Forget it. I’m afraid you’re too stupid, so I’ll demonstrate it once for you.

He takes the necklace from me. After removing the pendant, he lifts my hand.

MC: I’m not stupid...

I grumble softly. Shaw simply chuckles, and doesn’t respond.

Strands of hair brush my chin lightly, bringing with it a refreshing scent of shampoo. Shaw lowers his head, a rare serious expression on his face.

Warm breaths sweep the spaces between my fingers, levelling out the slightly cool sensation of his fingers.

Seeing his face, which is close enough to touch, I find myself softening my own breathing. My gaze slowly sweeps across his eyes, his nose, his lips...

Shaw: Here, like this.

Shaw’s voice brings me back to my senses. My face flushes, and I pretend to be calm as I avert my gaze.

MC: [blushing] ...I’ll have a look.

Lowering my head, I see that the signet-style ring has already landed steadily onto my palm.

I scrutinise it carefully. Along with my movements, light reminiscent of flowing water glides across the lightning design engraved on it.

Shaw: How is it?

He stares at me, an almost indiscernible nervousness flashing in his eyes.

The corners of my lips curl upwards, forming a broad grin coming straight from my heart.

MC: It’s so pretty.

Shaw chuckles softly, his brows relaxing gently.

MC: Why did you suddenly think of giving me this?

I look up, meeting Shaw’s line of sight. His gaze stirs slightly, but he responds indifferently.

Shaw: Don’t you find these punk-style accessories cool? So I randomly bought one.

MC: I see...

I nod. Although I don’t say much, a layer of warmth surges from the depths of my heart.

It turns out that he remembers all these seemingly trivial and ordinary details.

As though seeing through my thoughts, Shaw’s lips curl upwards.

Shaw: If you feel like smiling, there’s no need to control it.

MC: Who says I’m controlling it?

I turn to face him, the corners of my lips arched high.

MC: Aren’t I smiling?

Loving it so much that I’m unwilling to put it down, I flip the accessory around in my hand. It emits a beautiful lustre, and seems to have undergone meticulous polishing.

After studying it carefully, I don’t find any brand logo.

MC: Is this necklace handmade?

Shaw: ...you could say that.

The glint in Shaw’s eyes flashes. From his 0.01 second pause, I detect something odd.

All of a sudden, something occurs to me. My gaze flits over to the riveted collar on the drawer at the entrance.

Shaw (flashback): Little chap, you’re pretty friendly. To think that I personally made a collar for you.

A thought suddenly emerges from my heart...

MC: Shaw, did you...

Shaw: Stop. No questions allowed. Just keep it. You can mull over the rest yourself.

Shaw interrupts my words.

I pout unhappily. Just as I’m about to retort, music drifts over to my ears -

“I’m all over my heart’s desire, I feel cold but I’m back in the fire...”

Turning towards the sound, I realise that the tour documentary on TV which was paused earlier has resumed.

And the perpetrator, Spicy Stick, is currently pawing at the remote, staring fixedly at the screen.

MC: Pfft. Looks like watching the documentary with me over the past two days has made Spicy Stick like rock music.

Storing the necklace carefully, I pat my legs before calling out to Spicy Stick.

MC: Spicy Stick, come here!

Spicy Stick tilts its head to look at me before walking over.

MC: Very obedient... hm...?

Just as Spicy Stick is about to lunge itself into my arms, its line of sight seems to be drawn to something. It suddenly changes its mind, both eyes glistening as it turns to the side.

Shaw: Mm... very obedient.

Shaw swings dog food in his hand, glancing at me with pride.

MC: [angry] ...Spicy Stick! You were bought over so easily with snacks?

With bitterness in my heart, I watch Spicy Stick’s gradually retreating form. I didn’t expect our two days of bonding to be no match for a bag of treats.

Shaw: As someone in the media industry, why are your words so inaccurate? It’s clearly a case where an afternoon of interaction has caused the both of us to cultivate a bond. Right, Spicy Stick?

[Note] There’s a writing mistake here since MC didn’t voice out her thoughts LOL

Shaw carries Spicy Stick with both hands, placing it on his lap.

Shaw: Mm, you do have a conscience. I’ll write off what happened earlier.

With an upward curl of his lips, his slender and long fingers stroke Spicy Stick’s back.

Meanwhile, Spicy Stick narrows its eyes comfortably, eating the snacks Shaw feeds to it in a leisurely manner.

Looking at this “quiet and beautiful” scene, I find myself fuming. Although I’m upset at this “snobbish” teddy bear dog...

Seeing the both of them finally interacting amicably, I can’t help but heave a secret sigh of relief.

MC: ...forget it. From a certain standpoint, this is also a good thing.

I mutter softly. Then, I shift a little closer to them, leaning against the sofa.

Shaw: [chuckles] ...

A nonchalant, soft chuckle lands on my ear. Immediately after, a warm palm is placed on the back of my hand.

I’m taken aback momentarily, feeling my heart rate accelerate slightly.

From my peripheral vision, I sneak a peek at the person next to me. He’s currently watching the TV, a faint smile hooking the corners of his lips upwards.

Outside the window, the brilliant gold sunlight from before has turned into a warm orange. It filters through the windows, spilling onto the carpet.

With a gentle blink, I return the grip of that hand.

In the tranquil room, time seems to be drawn out.

A lively melody flows in the air. On the TV screen, the band is performing a song that I happen to be familiar with, and I find myself humming along softly...

“I'm all over my heart’s desire...”

“I feel love in the shock of the lightning...”

“I fall into the blinding light. Come in, come out, come in, come out tonight...”

The grip on my hand tightens. The person beside me chuckles softly, and my cheeks subconsciously grow a little warmer.

Just as I’m about to guess that I sang off-key, Shaw makes a simple assessment -

Shaw: Mm, not bad. You didn’t go off-key this time.

My eyes crinkle into a smile. Feeling somewhat proud of myself, I speak up.

MC: Of course~ I’ve heard it so many times, and really like this song.

Shaw: Is that so? ...that’s true, it does sound like a style you’d like.

Shaw chuckles. While watching the TV, his gaze seems to drift far away.

Shaw: In the past, I wasn’t really interested in this song because I didn’t think the band was good at this style. But now that I’m listening to it, I feel differently.

MC: How do you feel about it?

I turn to look at Shaw. He strokes Spicy Stick’s head, then chuckles softly.

Shaw: I like it, of course.

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Business Trip - Part 3: San

“Look Sana, there are three takoyaki left!”

“Wow, Momo, there are indeed three. That’s more than two, but less than four. Three is a great number. My favorite number, actually!”

The two Japanese girls share a giggle as they share a joke amongst themselves. They are sitting as close together as humanly possible, their arms locked, their other hands covering their mouths in faux shyness as they laugh.

Sitting opposite from them, on the other side of the table, you have no choice but to accept their teasing. Two days have passed since your encounter with Sana - you needed the extra day to rest after the extended activities with the both of them - and now you found yourself having lunch with both ladies at a local takoyaki joint.

The two girls continue their little private conversation, speaking mostly in Japanese. Momo speaks a little slower than Sana, needing more time to come up with the correct words, but she nonetheless succeeds in eliciting a laugh from the younger girl with what you could only assume was a joke at your expense.

“Can I get subtitles for your little private conversation, ladies?”

Both young women, almost simultaneously, stick their tongues out at you before returning to their conversation. This time, they are obviously talking about your… length, as they each take turns estimating your size between two fingertips. Soon they are erupting in giggles, before giving you shy looks and then speaking excitedly again in Japanese.

You sigh, and look around to see if you can flag a waitress for the bill.

---

A couple of hours and a subway ride later, you find yourself on a bustling side street somewhere in the Ginza neighborhood, trailing a few feet behind the two young women as they walk, arms locked, talking and chatting to each other excitedly in a mixture of Japanese and English.

In your arms are half a dozen or so shopping bags filled with the clothing and cosmetics the two have accrued during the day, and you suddenly find yourself feeling a bit like a chauffeur or personal assistant following two celebrities around. They almost never acknowledged your presence, aside from shooting you the occasional sly look that was almost always followed by hushed comments in Japanese and varying amounts of giggling.

Suddenly, Momo stops in her tracks. She turns to face you, and as their arms are locked, she drags Sana around so that she too is facing you. Sana has a confused look on her face as Momo points to a shop window.

In the store window are stuffed toys of the three original starter Pokemon - Charmander, Squirtle, and Bulbasaur.

“Sana, which is your favorite starter Pokemon?”

The younger girl catches on quickly to Momo’s lead.

“Well, Momo, my favorite starter Pokemon is Charmander. What’s yours?”

“Mine is Squirtle, Sana.”

“But Momo, there are three starter Pokemon! There needs to be a third.”

“Yes, indeed. Sigh,” Momo says, actually saying the word sigh out loud, “If only there were a third person we could have fun with.”

Momo and Sana both turn to you and give you an over-the-top, exaggerated seductive look. Sana’s pink tongue licks her lips, while Momo gives you a head to toe scan with her best “fuck me” eyes.

Sana turns to Momo and says something in Japanese, to which Momo responds - also in Japanese, of course, although you do hear the word “Bulbasaur” in her response. Both girls giggle, and you are left standing there in confusion as the two new best friends continue on their walk.

You give the Bulbasaur stuffed toy a frustrated look, then hurry after the two young women.

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You sigh loudly as you finally find a seat in the downtown Tokyo coffee shop, dropping the ladies’ bags under the table and folding your arms on the table before letting your forehead rest on your forearms.

“I’m exhausted,” you say, “you two are tiring me out.”

Momo, who has taken the seat next to you, gives you a smile.

“You’ll see,” she says softly, her voice almost at a whisper as though she were talking to herself.

“What?”

“Hmm?” Momo replies, as if she were unaware that she had said something out loud, “Oh look, there’s Sana!” she adds quickly, happy to distract you as the younger woman arrives at your table with three iced coffees. Sana places your iced coffee in front of you, and you pass your gratitude to the younger woman before you notice three black spots in the whipped cream - three chocolate covered coffee beans.

Sana acts surprised to see the three coffee beans in your whipped cream.

“Oh, how did those get there?” she says, with obvious fake surprise, “Look, Momo - there are three coffee beans in his cream.”

Momo lets out a laugh that she tries to stifle with a hand.

“Okay,” you finally say, having had enough, “I see what you two ladies have been doing all afternoon with all the three jokes. For the record, this wasn’t my idea.”

“No, it wasn’t,” Sana admits as she shares a look with Momo, “it was mine. Momo and I have had the chance to talk about it.”

“And?”

“And…” Momo begins, “tonight we’re going to fuck until none of us can walk tomorrow.”

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An hour or three later and the three of you have found your way back to the hotel - specifically, Momo’s room. Since Momo’s admission of their intentions the rest of the afternoon passed relatively uneventfully, both girls evidently able to completely ignore the fact that they had just admitted to planning a threesome that evening, busying themselves in shopping and sightseeing around Japan’s capital city.

Indeed, even as the three of you entered Momo’s hotel room there was very little to suggest that anything particularly out of the ordinary were to take place - Momo was content to drop her bag and take off her jacket before collapsing onto the bed, while Sana undid the ponytail she had worn all day and contented herself with making a cup of tea using the in-room water kettle. For your part, you were content to drop off the dozen or so bags full of cosmetics, clothing, and geeky anime items the three of you had accrued over the last eight or so hours, before slumping into the leather couch, happy to be off your feet.

A few minutes pass. For you it is ridiculously awkward - you found yourself wondering if, and how, and when this thing would start - not that either young woman noticed, as you were convinced that Momo had fallen asleep on the bed and Sana was entirely content with the warm cup of tea she was sipping whilst admiring the view from the fifteenth floor. Sana was humming a soft tune as she took small sips from her mug, the pleasant melody seemingly at odds with the ridiculously thick layer of sexual tension in the room.

Suddenly, Momo bolts upright - she wasn’t asleep at all, apparently. She has an unreadable, blank look on her face as she turns to Sana.

“Hajimemashou, Sana.”

“Hai,” the younger girl answers, taking one more sip before setting down her tea on the nearby coffee table and approaching the bed where Momo was standing.

You hadn’t moved from your position on the couch. Momo stands in front of you, Sana standing slightly behind her. With the firm, strong tone that you have seen her use in business meetings whilst discussing an important report, she speaks.

“You’re going to sit there and not move a muscle. If you move, if you try to touch us, if you try to touch yourself, or if you try to take off our clothes or yours, then we stop this entire thing and you can go back to your own hotel room to jerk off alone knowing that Sana and I are fucking each others’ brains out without you.”

You look at Sana, who is standing just behind Momo, and see that she has the stern, serious look about her usually cute features. Your gaze returns to Momo, whose face is all business.

“Okay,” you say finally, your voice filled with equal parts anticipation and dread.

Almost immediately after the word leaves your mouth, Momo turns and places a deep kiss on Sana’s lips.

The action takes the younger girl by surprise, her eyes widening slightly at the sudden, brash movement, but it only takes a couple of seconds before she eases into the kiss, her arms wrapping around Momo’s neck as the older girl’s arms wrap around her own waist. Their lips press and crash against each other as though they are old lovers, passionate and intense, yet still soft and considerate.

Momo is slightly more dominant than younger girl, and her hands have begun to roam Sana’s body. The first article of clothing to hit the floor is the pink leather jacket Sana has worn all afternoon, as Momo pushes it over her shoulders and throws it a few feet away. Soon after her hands are wandering again, and they raise the hem of the thin white turtleneck Sana is wearing, allowing her questing hands access to the small of the Japanese girl’s back.

The move spurs Sana to reciprocate, and she runs her hands through Momo’s hair, the brunette strands running through her fingers as Sana cradles the back of Momo’s head. All the while the two are kissing, and you notice that they have turned so that Sana’s back is now to you and Momo is facing you. Knowing that your eyes are glued to the both of them, Momo takes the moment to bite Sana’s lower lip, before giving you a look with half-lidded eyes that were wrought with passion. After she captures your gaze she makes sure you see her tongue enter Sana’s mouth, before she finally closes her eyes and returns her full attention to her make out partner.

You shuffle your hips on the couch, as the first vestiges of arousal begin to stir your loins and send blood to your nether regions.

Momo’s wandering hands have found their way to Sana’s ass - the younger girl breaks their kiss to let a wordless sound of passion and surprise escape her lips, and Momo takes the opportunity to dive into that crook of Sana’s neck - she immediately finds, however, that Sana’s turtleneck sweater is impeding her progress, and the hands that were squeezing and fondling the younger girl’s ass reach for the hem of the white turtleneck and begin drawing it up and over the girl’s head. Momo tosses the garment away, as if she is determined to spread Sana’s clothing all over the room.

Sana is wearing a black lace bra underneath. In another bold move, Momo grasps Sana’s hips and turns her around, so that Sana is now facing you. You are immediately aware of the red blush all over the younger girl’s cheeks, one that only intensifies now that she is facing you in her current state of undress.

Momo has not ceased her assault on Sana, and her hands play with the soft skin on her flat stomach before coming up her body and giving her right breast a squeeze through her lace bra, eliciting yet another gasp of equal parts surprise and pleasure from the younger girl’s lips. Momo makes sure she makes eye contact with you again, and you watch as she gives you a devilish smile before she dives back into Sana’s neck, sucking and licking the soft, pale skin she finds there.

Sana turns her head so that she can kiss Momo, and Momo accepts the invitation. From this angle you can clearly see as their tongues duel with each other; you also see the pleasure written all over Sana’s features as Momo plays with her body. The older girl’s hands have drifted lower, deftly undoing the belt and buckle of Sana’s skinny jeans before slowly drawing down the zipper. Soon her hands are drawing the tight garment down Sana’s full hips, exposing more and more of the girl’s soft, smooth skin.

Eventually Sana is able to get her jeans off, and she kicks them away, clad now only in her underwear.

“You need to take your clothes off too,” Sana says to Momo, a soft, teasing smile on her lips.

Almost immediately, Momo almost rips off her sweater, revealing the simple red bra she is wearing beneath. Sana almost giggles in surprise at how little it took to get the older girl to undress, and she takes a second to gaze longingly over her own shoulder at Momo’s firm, sculpted abs and the round, full breasts above them.

Momo’s devilish smile hasn’t left her lips, however, and presses herself once more against Sana’s back while she continues her assault on the younger girl’s neck. Sana leans her head back to allow Momo better access, and Momo uses her kisses to distract Sana from the fact that she is reaching between their bodies to undo the clasp of Sana’s bra.

Momo brings both hands up the front of Sana’s body, palms pressed flat against warm, smooth, creamy skin, and cups both of the younger girl’s breasts with her hands. As she does so, Sana’s unbuckled bra gives way.

The gasp that escapes Sana’s mouth is one of pure pleasure as Momo fondles her breasts for the first time, giving the small but firm mounds a gentle squeeze before she softly lets her thin fingertips play across Sana’s nipples.

Sana, impatient as always, somehow finds the presence of mind to remove the bra altogether from her body, drawing the cups forward and away from her and Momo and allowing the intimate garment to fall to the floor to join the rapidly increasing pile of women’s clothing gathering there. She also finds the time to lock eyes with you, now topless, her eyes and cute features wracked with pleasure and passion as the older woman behind her fondles her breasts and kisses her neck.

Momo’s continues to assert her dominance over Sana, at least for the time being, as her right hand slowly, achingly slowly, makes its way downward, until it reaches the waistband of the simple black lace panties Sana is wearing. After spending a long second or so there, she reaches further, the tips of her slim fingers questing below the thin cotton.

When they reach a certain point the gasps and and soft sounds escaping Sana’s lips make way for a full moan of pleasure as Momo’s fingertips finally reach her most intimate parts. The second Sana moans, Momo locks her eyes with you with “look what I’ve found” written all over her face, her lips still locked in that devilish smile.

Momo refuses to cease her assault on the younger woman’s body, and with her left hand she draws down the waistband of Sana’s panties until the thin, ridiculously tiny slip of fabric is halfway down the younger girl’s hips, giving her more than enough access to her most intimate of areas.

You watch as Momo’s middle finger disappears between Sana’s legs, the rest of her hand covering your view - but the look on Sana’s pleasure-wracked face tells you all you need to know regarding what that middle finger is doing.

“Look how fucking hot she is, baby,” Momo says, her words dripping with devilish intent, “she’s so fucking wet.”

Sana lets her loudest moan yet escape her lips - the sudden thrust and twist of Momo’s wrist tells you that she has penetrated the younger girl with her fingers.

“And she’s tight too,” Momo adds.

You are squirming now in your seat as the full erection in your pants strains painfully against your clothing. You aren’t squirming nearly as much as Sana, however, whose hips and waist are moving in circular motions in rhythm with Momo’s fingers inside her.

“Did you like fucking her?” Momo asks, her voice soft over Sana’s shoulder, “Was she tight and wet for you?”

Momo’s ring finger has disappeared between Sana’s legs as well - and you know full well it has joined her middle finger inside the younger girl’s body. Sana’s legs have turned to jelly, and you notice that she has begun to lean her back heavily on Momo’s upper body in an attempt to stay upright. Your gaze leaves the action between her legs to roam up her body, past her flat stomach and alluring breasts to her face, those cute, innocent features twisted and wracked by pleasure and lust. Sana’s eyes are locked on yours, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, her mouth forming a perfect “O” as wordless sounds of pleasure leave her lips.

“She’s so tight, baby. And she’s fucking drenched. I can’t imagine how you lasted very long fucking her.”

It all quickly becomes too much for the younger girl to handle - the fact that she is almost naked, being fingered from behind by a gorgeous woman, all while standing in front of a man who had fucked her hard mere days before and was mere minutes away from doing so again - and it threatens to overwhelm her senses.

“Momo, I… Momo-” Sana says quickly, as though she is barely able to form the words, “Momo, I’m going to… Momo…”

“Do you want him to fuck you again, Sana? Do you want that thick cock pounding your pussy?”

Sana’s only response is a long, passionate moan, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. She is suddenly unable to form words with her mouth - every sound that escapes her is a moan of pleasure.

“Did you like riding his dick? Did you like getting fucked in front of the window?”

Sana squirms, her eyes shutting as she moans softly, as if she were suddenly ashamed of how quickly and completely she had allowed Momo to dominate her body and manipulate it to the edge of orgasm. The self-restraint lasts only a second, however, as Momo moves her left hand to cup Sana’s left breast from behind, the index finger and thumb capturing her hardened nipple and giving it a soft squeeze. Momo locks eyes with you, her face all devilish intent.

“Did you like cumming in this pussy?”

Almost as if on cue, Sana lets out what is almost a scream, her legs spasming as an orgasm wracks her body. Momo loses control of her for a moment, but thankfully she is able to keep the younger girl upright, wrapping her left arm around her shaking torso as Sana gives in fully to the pleasure radiating from between her legs.

For several long seconds Sana writhes in pleasure in Momo’s arms, her legs threatening to give out beneath her. Momo holds her softly, keeping her standing as the younger girl’s orgasm finally subsides, her skin flushed and pink as she regains her senses.

Momo smiles devilishly at you from over Sana’s shoulder, as if asking you whether you liked the little show she had just given you. Your gaze returns to the younger woman in her arms, still somewhat breathless - but then you find the same devilish look appear on her features as well.

In a quick movement that Momo was not ready for, Sana turns and, putting both of her palms on Momo’s shoulders, pushes the older girl onto the soft bed behind her. As Momo falls onto the bed, Sana bends over and removes the moist panties she still had around her thighs - and she tosses them into your lap. She bites her lip softly as she does so, and you find yourself wondering once again at how such a sexual animal could reside within such an innocent looking exterior.

Sana returns her attention to Momo, whom she quite literally pounces on - like a cat, she climbs onto the bed on top of the older girl. You take a moment to admire Sana’s long, graceful legs and her full, round ass as she bends over the bed - but most alluring of all is the glistening flesh between her legs, and the trails of moisture that have begun to trail from her thighs.

Momo is not one to let herself be taken advantage of, and she meets Sana halfway, their mouths crashing together as the younger girl climbs on top of her. Thankfully, Momo has fallen onto the bed in such a way that her side is facing you, allowing you a perfect view as Sana breaks their kiss and begins to place passionate kisses on Momo’s neck. Momo turns her face to look at you, and now it is her turn to have the waves of pleasure wash over her features.

She lets out a soft gasp as Sana reaches an especially sensitive part of her neck, and the gasp gets louder as Sana moves downward, eventually reaching the older girl’s cleavage. Without any hesitation at all Momo raises her torso slightly and reaches behind her to undo the clasp of her bra, removing it from her body and flinging it away to be forgotten for the rest of the night.

Sana wastes little time, indulging herself almost immediately on the older girl’s flesh as she bends her neck down and suckles one of Momo’s breasts, her entire mouth enclosing the tip of her left breast and sucking softly, her tongue playing around the stiffening nipple. Sana reaches up her left hand to play similarly with Momo’s right breast. A long, passionate moan escapes Momo’s throat.

Momo’s face once again turns to face you as she locks eyes with yours, her eyes half-lidded and her beautiful features awash with pleasure. It’s a face that you have seen before, but to see it now, and seeing that it was another beautiful woman who was driving her to such heights of pleasure, was ridiculously arousing. She cradles Sana’s head in her hands as the younger girl switches to suckle her right breast as she fondles the left softly in her hand.

With gentle hands, the older girl pushes the younger one’s head downwards - the message is clear, and with all the impatience of a ravenous animal, Sana undoes the button and zipper of Momo’s denim shorts before almost ripping them off her body. You notice that Sana has taken off Momo’s panties right along with her shorts - Minatozaki Sana, as you’ve come to know, did not know the meaning of the word “patience” in bed.

Sana dives right in, so to speak, plunging her head between Momo’s pale, creamy thighs, her face disappearing and leaving a cute bun of black and purple hair poking out between the older girl’s legs. You can tell from the movement of her head that she has given Momo a long, slow lick from bottom to top - as she reaches the very top of Momo’s pussy the older girl lets out a long, drawn out sigh that she didn’t know she was holding in.

“Fuck…” Momo says, the swear word almost a prayer on her lips, her eyes opening at the end of the word as if she had just had an epiphany.

Sana has taken this to mean she is doing the right thing, and she repeats the action several more times, each time eliciting a similar reaction from the older girl, before settling into a rhythm.

From your position Momo’s right thigh is blocking your view of Sana’s work, but the pleasure written all over Momo’s face is all the evidence you need to convince you that the younger girl knew what she was doing. Every upward motion of Sana’s head is accompanied by a soft gasp or moan from the older girl, Momo’s eyes opening and closing intermittently. When they are open, however, they are locked on yours, a pleasured, almost pleading look on her face.

“Sana…” Momo says, “Sana, I want to suck his cock.”

Sana raises her head from between Momo’s flushed thighs, and you are aroused beyond words to see her mouth and chin are glistening with Momo’s juices.

“Then suck his cock,” she says, as plainly as if she were telling Momo the time of day. The suggestive look she has written on her features betrays the plainness of her tone, however, and she licks her lips of Momo’s juices and gives you a wicked look out of the corner of her eyes before bending her face and continuing her work between Momo’s thighs.

“Come here, baby,” Momo says, “Let me… oh! Fuck, that feels good…”

Momo is unable to finish her sentence, but you understood her fully, and you rise from the couch, taking care to place Sana’s discarded panties back onto your seat before moving towards Momo’s position on the bed. You are both fully aware of the massive bulge in your pants, and as you reach arm’s length Momo reaches out with her right hand to caress it through the fabric of your jeans.

“Take this off,” she says softly, the last word turning into a sigh of pleasure as Sana continues to eat her out.

With admirable patience you slowly undo your belt before unbuttoning your jeans and unzipping them - you wanted to tease the girl a little bit, after all, but the pleading look in her eyes convinces you not to linger too long, and within a couple of seconds your jeans and boxers are halfway down your thighs and your rigid cock is inches away from Momo’s face.

Momo grasps it with soft fingers and you let an involuntary breath escape your lips as her skin finally touches yours after an entire afternoon’s worth of teasing - and internally you gird yourself for the pleasure that is to come.

Momo gives you a look that is simultaneously lustful and vulnerable, and you take a moment to allow your gaze to wander, down past her naked, toned body, to the black and purple haired head nuzzled between her thighs, and the equally naked girl between her legs - you let your eyes roam over the female flesh before you, the curves and valleys and peaks and angles, and you wonder if there were anywhere else in the world you would rather be.

You have built a strong friendship with Hirai Momo, and the two of you have had your share of passionate, erotically charged moments together, but to see her here, lying naked on a bed with another woman between her legs pleasuring her and with your cock in her hand, only elevated the desire you had for her. You knew at that moment that she had never wanted her more.

After what seems like an eternity, but is in reality only a second or two, Momo breaks eye contact with you and literally pulls you closer by your cock. Once it is close enough, she envelops the head with her lips before running her tongue over the slit.

You let out a gasp you didn’t know you were holding as Momo wastes little time beginning the blowjob in earnest, drawing more and more of your shaft into her mouth, her right hand pumping slowly back and forth at the base. You close your eyes as you allow the familiar feeling of Momo’s mouth and the pleasure it brings wash over you - but a moment later the familiar feeling is interrupted by a moan as Momo gasps in pleasure, sending sweet, wonderful vibrations onto your cock.

You are more disappointed than you were expected when Momo releases your cock from her mouth and lets out a long, sensual moan - you’d known her long enough, and slept with her enough times, to know that was the face she wore when she was approaching orgasm.

“I’m fucking close, Sana, I’m fuck- ahh! Fucking close… fuck…”

She returns her mouth to your cock, interrupting your blowjob intermittently to let out a soft moan - any annoyance at the interruptions is alleviated by the sight before you, however, and you let your gaze wander at the bountiful amount of naked female flesh in front of you.

“I’m fucking cumming, Sana… I’m gonna cum… fuck!”

Momo lets your cock flop from her mouth one last time before she arches her back, her other hand reaching down between her legs to grasp the back of Sana’s head. She locks eyes with you, intent to let you watch as she cums.

“I’m cumming!”

Momo arches her back further than you thought was possible or even comfortable as an orgasm wracks her body, and she writhes from head to toe as Sana mercilessly continues her work between the older woman’s legs, her bobbing head evidence of the long, slow vertical licks she is giving to Momo’s most intimate of places. Momo’s eyes shut as she throws her head back, her mouth open and letting out a soundless scream of pleasure.

Long seconds pass as Hirai Momo allows the orgasm to wash over her, her sweat lending her skin a sheen of shininess in the soft bedroom light, the flush of blood throughout her body lending a soft rose tint to her cheeks and thighs. Sana rises from her work between Momo’s legs, her chin and lips glistening - she takes a moment to wipe most of the moisture from her mouth before locking eyes with you and licking most of it off.

The look in her eyes can only be described as devilish as she descends on the still recovering Momo and kisses her deeply, her tongue still stained with the older woman’s juices as their tongues duel.

Momo, for her part, has maintained her grip on the base of your cock even throughout her orgasm, and seeing the male organ right next to her, Sana decides she too wants a piece of the action. She glances up, shooting you a sly look before kissing the very tip of your cock as cutely as she possibly could.

You are about to consider how she could possibly do something so adorable in circumstances that were so lewd, but your mind has little time to consider it as she promptly takes the rest of your cock into her mouth, her own left hand joining Momo’s at the base. She gives you two, three, four long sucks, her head bobbing back and forth, and you involuntarily move your hands to cradle her head, weaving your fingers through her black and purple hair.

Momo is not one to be outdone, and she has apparently recovered enough from her orgasm to once again be capable of movement. She squirms from beneath Sana until her nose is almost buried in your crotch, and you feel her soft pink tongue begin to play with your balls.

Your eyes have shut - although you aren’t quite sure when that happened - but you force your eyes open to look down at the scene that is unfolding around your crotch. You are half afraid of looking down, as you wonder if the sight might be a little bit too much for you, but you force your eyelids open, because you know it was literally a once in a lifetime sight that awaited you.

You can only see the top of Sana’s head, but the soft, wet velvet tightness of her mouth as it moves up and down the top half of your shaft is more than enough compensation for the fact that you can’t see her beautiful features as they work their magic on your cock. You are fortunate enough that Momo is on her back, however, and thus you can see most of her face as she licks the underside of the base and lower half of your shaft. Every now and then she darts her tongue out to caress your balls.

It is a sight that most men would kill to see, let alone to experience - two beautiful young women, both naked and pressed on top of each other, both doing their best to please you with their mouths simultaneously. A small part of your mind wonders how it were possible that you were still standing, as your knees were quite literally weak with pleasure.

It brings you a significant amount of disappointment, but suddenly Sana rises from the prone woman beneath her until she is upright and you are face to face. You waste no time bringing your mouth to hers, and she welcomes your tongue with her own as you reach forward to embrace her, your hands searching for and finding soft warm skin. You give her ass a squeeze, causing the corners of her lips to stretch into a smile even as you continue to make out.

Sana breaks the kiss and brings her lips to your ear.

“Come fuck me.”

With that she lies back down onto the bed, and Momo, for her part, makes way for her. Sana lies down on her back on the bed and you move forward slightly between her spread legs.

You have always been one to savor the moments before the first penetration, when you can tease a woman before entering her, but this is not one of those moments.

Hirai Momo won’t let you have that moment, as she reaches down and grips your shaft before placing it right at Sana’s entrance. Sana’s pussy is drenched, and you feel the heat of it on the tip of your shaft.

“Fuck me,” Sana says, louder than perhaps she was expecting, “fuck me now.”

The pleading evident is in the tone of her voice. The young woman is squirming in anticipation, her hands on her thighs spreading them apart in a gesture of invitation.

You are not one to leave a woman waiting, and with one smooth, slow thrust, you enter Minatozaki Sana, your cock parting her soft, wet, warm walls as you finally make your way inside her.

You take a split second to enjoy the sensation as you bury yourself to the hilt inside of Sana, savoring the look of pure pleasure that has washed over the gorgeous young woman’s face, before you begin to withdraw your cock. Within seconds you have settled into a steady rhythm, your cock plunging in and out of the young woman as the bed creaks softly in protest.

For a few precious seconds you almost forget that Hirai Momo is there as well, but she isn’t one to be forgotten, and she rises to crush your mouth with hers in a torrid kiss, her tongue plunging into your mouth even as your cock plunges into Sana. The sensations are almost too much - Momo’s soft tongue in your mouth, moving wildly, skimming across your teeth; her hands pressed against the back of your skull, entwined in your hair; the soft skin of Sana’s thighs as you grip them, her own hands squeezing yours; the gasps and moans coming from the young woman’s throat with each thrust into her willing body; and most intense of all, the feeling of soft, warm, wet silk wrapped around your cock as you fuck her.

Momo ends the kiss and she looks down at the scene beneath her as Sana’s body rocks back and forth on the bed. You follow her gaze, and savor the sight of Sana’s bouncing breasts as her slim form is rocked by each thrust.

“Take his dick, you slut,” Momo says sharply, the lewdness of the comment striking both you and Sana, “take it.”

Momo brings her mouth to your left ear.

“You like fucking her, baby? You like that tight pussy squeezing your cock? You like making her moan?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Then fucking pound her pussy, baby.”

You aren’t one to refuse such an order, and you increase the speed and depth of your thrusts, eliciting increasingly louder moans of pleasure from Sana as lean forward somewhat in an effort to enter her as deeply as you can. You bring her legs up until the back of her knees are cradled by the bend of your elbow, her feet dangling in the air, shaken with each thrust into their owner’s willing body.

“Fuck!” Sana says, the curse word being by far the most common word spoken so far, “fuck that feels so good!”

Momo is content to watch you fuck Sana for a minute or so, but even she cannot bear to stay away from the action for every long. Even as you continue to plunge in and out of Sana’s warm, tight pussy, Momo climbs on top of the younger woman so that she is straddling Sana’s body, her full, round ass and toned back now dominating your field of view.

You reach forward, almost instinctively, and squeeze a handful of Momo’s right ass cheek. Momo leans down and captures Sana in a soft kiss before diving into the crook of the moaning woman’s neck.

“It’s my turn,” Momo says, looking over her shoulder at you, “fuck me. Fuck me right now.”

You were being the kind of orders any man would love to hear, and you weren’t about to disappoint. You look down and watch as you give Sana one last hard, deep thrust, before withdrawing your cock from her tightly grasping pussy to find it shiny and glistening with her juices. Then, raising your hips slightly whilst pressing down on the small of Momo’s back to find the right angle, you slide your hard shaft into Hirai Momo’s pussy.

Brunette hair flies backward as Momo throws her head back in pleasure at the feeling of penetration, and you gasp at the wonderful change in feel from Sana’s pussy to Momo’s. Sana was tight, almost unbearably so - Momo was not as tight but made up for it by being extremely warm and wet.

Sana is disappointed by the abrupt end to your fucking, but she is more than contented by the body of the older woman straddling her, and she contents herself with the pair of breasts dangling in front of her, taking one of Momo’s nipples into her mouth whilst playing with the other with a free hand.

“Damn… fuck, fuck me like that. Baby, that feels so good,” Momo says as you settle into a comfortable rhythm fucking her from behind, “fuck me hard. Fuck me like you fucked her.”

You increase your pace slighty, your wet shaft plunging in and out of Momo’s body in a quickening pace - you were worried somewhat that setting such a fast rhythm so quickly might hurt her, but if it hurt she didn’t show any outward signs of it.

Sana adjusts her position from beneath Momo - now that she didn’t have to be on her back to allow you access to her, she shuffles her body so that she is leaning on her elbows on the bed, her face at level with Momo, who is on her hands and knees. She wastes little time in kissing the older woman, which proves difficult initially as her body is rocked back and forth by your thrusts, but eventually Momo is able to absorb your thrusts enough to maintain a kiss. Their tongues continue the duel they have been fighting all evening. The sight in front of you is intoxicating - your wet shaft plunging in and out of Momo’s pussy, her round, firm ass shaking with each thrust, her naked body covered with a sheen of sweat, all while she makes out with Sana.

Sana breaks the kiss, and presses her mouth to Momo’s ear, ostensibly to whisper into it, but she ensures that the words that escape her mouth are clearly loud enough for you to hear.

“He came in me,” the younger girl says, “it felt so hot, being filled up with his cum. Does he cum in you when you fuck? Do you like his cum in your pussy?”

“I love it when… oh!” Momo replies, your thrusts interrupting her mid-sentence and turning her syllables into passionate growls as her body rocks back and forth, “I love it when he cums inside me. Like he did… when… ahh! When he fucked me... for the third time... the morning before he fucked you.”

A look of jealousy, tinged with a slight bit of anger, washes over Sana’s features at Momo’s revelation, and she decides to get back at the older woman straddling her by reaching around and spanking her firm, toned butt, even as it is rocked by your thrusts.

Momo lets out a shriek, and a stream of syllables escape her mouth, some Japanese, but mostly English. Her pussy is almost unbearable, all tight and wet and hot around you.

You need to slow down - you wanted to extend this experience as much as possible, and you knew that if you kept going at your current pace it would end before you wanted.

You grasp Momo’s ass with both hands as you continue to plunge in and out of her body, but eventually you ease her forward until your cock leaves her entirely. Momo lets out a gasp that is almost angry in its tone, and she reaches back with a hand to grasp your cock, ready to thrust it back into her body - but you have already moved away.

With more calmness than you thought you had, you slip your jeans and underwear off - thankful to finally be rid of clothing - and lie down on the bed next to the two naked, panting young women.

“Come ride my dick, Momo.”

Momo moves quickly, almost cat-like, straddling you before reaching between her legs and taking your slick, wet shaft in her right hand. Before either you or Sana have a chance to react, she has already eased her body down, and you are savoring once more the sensations of her body as you re-enter her pussy.

She was done with foreplay, done with extending the experience - she wanted to cum on your cock, and she wanted to cum now.

With the experience she has gained from the past several months of experience with you, she begins to ride your cock, her hips moving expertly as they flex up and down and back and forth, rubbing and thrusting and grinding her pussy onto your cock. For a second earlier, while you were fucking Sana, you forgot that Momo had existed - now it was Sana’s turn to momentarily be forgotten as the young woman riding your cock dominates your attention.

Sana isn’t one to be forgotten for long either, and the hands that snake around Momo’s torso to capture her bouncing breasts remind you that she is still there, still wanting to be a part of this intense experience. You watch as Sana captures Momo’s nipples with her thumbs and forefingers, teasing the already hardened nubs to full stiffness.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” Momo says, almost matter-of-factly, as though it were something inevitable that were going to happen, like the sun setting at the end of the day, “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum so hard on your dick, baby,” she says, glancing down at you with the face of a woman on the brink of orgasm.

Sana hears all this, and pulls back on Momo’s breasts until her back is pressed against her chest, her own breasts pressed against the older woman’s sweat-slicked back.

“Cum for him, Momo,” Sana says, “cum for both of us. Let us watch you cum.”

Momo lets out another sharp moan as she does just that - the young woman’s world shatters as an orgasm overtakes her senses, and she throws her head back against Sana’s shoulder as she cums, her entire body becoming taut and tight as she allows the waves of her second orgasm of the evening course throughout her willing body. Her pussy tightens around your cock and for a split-second you come close to cumming yourself, but you find the strength you need to fight off the orgasm building in your loins.

You watch as the older woman of the two is wracked by pleasure, her face flushed a darker pink than it already was, her hands digging, claw-like, into your shoulders as she searches for something, anything to grasp. Sana’s hands have not left Momo’s breasts, although she has ceased pinching her nipples, content with merely cradling the soft mounds of flesh. Sana plants soft kisses on the older girl’s neck and shoulders as she comes down slowly from her orgasm.

“It’s my turn, Momo. I haven’t cum on his dick yet.”

A measure of reality returns to the older girl, and she smiles as she slowly rises and lifts her body from your cock, her glistening pussy dripping a few drops of her juices onto your crotch as she finally lets you leave her body.

Minatozaki Sana, true to her impetuous nature, ensures your cock was not outside a pussy for long.

With a quickness and aggressiveness that impresses both you and Momo, Sana moves into a reverse cowgirl position, her back facing you, her round, full ass and thighs braced in the air for a moment as she reaches down with her hand and ensures you are at the right angle. With no pretense or preparation, she slams her body down, driving your cock into her body to the hilt.

Sana lets out a gasp that is equal parts pleasure and relief, as if every moment your cock spent away from her pussy was painful and she was just now being relieved of that pain. She begins to grind her body up and down, sending your cock plunging in and out of her body with a rhythm that surprises you. It appeared all three of you were now past the point of savoring things - past the point of wanting to prolong the experience. There was only one thing left for you and her to accomplish, and that was to join Momo in having orgasmed.

You are more than content with watching Sana throw her pussy up and down onto your cock, and from this position you have a perfect view of your shaft as it slides in and out of her body, the younger girl’s full, round ass bouncing up and down with each entry and exit. The tight wetness of her body is more than enough to bring you to orgasm in a minute or so, but you wanted more than just that - you wanted an experience that only the three of you could have.

You press forward on the small of Sana’s back, and she takes it as a hint that you want to fuck her on her hands and knees - she eases herself off your cock and gets on her hands and knees, preparing herself for you to take her from behind. You rise to your knees behind her and give her a firm slap on the ass, savoring the sight of her full butt cheeks rippling with the impact. You grasp your cock with your right hand before you re-enter her body, savoring the tight ring of her entrance and the way it tightly grasps every inch of your cock as you penetrate her.

Not wanting simple doggystyle sex, however, you reach forward to Sana’s shoulders and pull her back towards you, until her torso is almost upright whilst you continue to fuck her - thankfully you are endowed enough to maintain significant penetration whilst in this position.

Momo takes the hint and realises the opportunity you have given her - she moves so that she is on her knees and facing Sana - and the three of you are now upright on your knees on the bed as you fuck Sana from behind, the younger girl’s body sandwiched between you and Momo.

The intimacy of the new position strikes all three of you hard, the proximity of your warm, sweaty bodies creating an intense heat that only increases the passion that has built up all day between the three of you.

“Oh fuck, this is so good,” Sana says, collapsing forward so that she is practically leaning on Momo for support, “You fuck me so good. Fuck. Fuck me!”

You intensify your thrusts in response, trying to drive yourself deeper and deeper into the younger woman’s pussy, pounding her from behind even as Momo supports and fondles her from the front as their firm breasts mash against each other. From this position the tip of your cock was pressing against the front of her pussy, the moans and gasps leaving her throat proof of the pleasure that each thrust was generating in her young body.

Momo locks eyes with you as you fuck the younger girl between your bodies, and you hold her gaze for a moment as the intensity of the moment you are experiencing together hits the both of you. Here you both were, good friends in a foreign city, having a threesome with a woman you had both met just days before, her body trapped between the both of yours - it went beyond sex, and had become an experience.

You feel the need to kiss her, and you reach forward with your left hand to grasp the back of her head before bringing your own head forward and mashing your lips against hers in a deep, passionate kiss.

“Fuck my pussy.. Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me! I’m cumming!” Sana announces, the sharply increasing volume of her moans tearing you both from your reverie. The tightness around your cock increases significantly until in one bright moment Sana cums, the younger woman between the both of you finally succumbing to the waves of pleasure emitting from her pussy.

It’s Sana’s turn to lose control, and Momo’s turn to support her as she does so, embracing the young woman’s quivering body and sandwiching it between yours and hers, allowing the waves of pleasure wracking the young woman’s body to run their course.

You slow your thrusts in and out of Minatozaki Sana’s body as she cums - firstly because you didn’t want to hurt her, and secondly because having had both women cum on your cock had brought you dangerously close to your own orgasm.

“It’s my turn,” you say softly, and both Momo and Sana give you their attention as you slowly, softly reach down and withdraw your cock from Sana’s body.

A long couple of seconds pass as you stay on your knees, contemplating the possibilities for your orgasm, but Momo is quick to assure you of what they want.

“Cum for us, baby. Cum wherever you want.”

Sana has collapsed in Momo’s arms, but she has recovered enough from her orgasm to look up at you with half-lidded eyes and give you a soft nod.

“Yes,” the younger woman says softly, her voice apparently hoarse from her loud moans, “give us your cum.”

The thought of plunging yourself into one of the warm, wet orifices in front of you and thrusting until you came was appealing, but doing so would limit the experience to just one of them - you wanted both of them to experience it.

With that in mind you lie back onto the bed, and both women realize what you have in mind, both of their young, firm bodies moving until they are both between your legs, their faces level with your cock.

Momo takes advantage of the still-recovering Sana and grasps your cock with a hand before wrapping her lips around the tip and giving your shaft a long, hard suck from tip to base, your cock entering the familiar but no less pleasurable wet cave of her mouth and touching the very back of her throat. Sana contents herself with licking the base of your cock, until Momo lifts her head off your shaft - at that point Sana takes over, steering the shaft towards her waiting mouth and giving you a suck of her own, her cute, flushed cheeks pressing inward with suction as she takes her turn.

The sight of both women sharing a blowjob immediately brings you to the brink.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you say, and just barely, as you are almost at the point where forming coherent words is a challenge.

“Cum for us,” Momo says softly, every syllable heavy with desire and lust. She jerks your shaft with her right hand whilst Sana fondles your hanging balls, their faces pressed together in front of your tip.

Almost as if on cue, your orgasm finally hits you, and you feel cum rushing from your balls, through your shaft, and finally erupting from the tip to land on Momo’s cheek, a long stream of semen hitting her soft, flushed skin. The second stream lands on Sana’s jaw, and the younger woman almost reflexively darts out her tongue to collect it. The third lands almost squarely on Momo’s open tongue.

You try to force out every drop, but you don’t see where they land as at that point your eyes close involuntarily as you lean your head back and allow the orgasm to run its course, content to have finally reached the moment you have been waiting all afternoon for. You are content to lie there, your body weightless, the orgasm washing through your body and limbs.

After what seems like an eternity you force your eyes open to look down between your legs at the faces of two gorgeous young women, their faces written with passion and lust and satisfaction, their skin painted with warm semen and glistening sweat.

The next few minutes are a bit of a blur, as all the pent up tension and exhaustion of the entire day finally hits you all at once. You watch as Momo and Sana share a soft kiss with one another, tongues finally ending their duel with a soft caress. Momo leaves for the bathroom and returns with a hand towel that they both use to clean themselves off.

Eventually you are aware of Sana cuddling up beside you as you lay on your back, her head soft on your shoulder and arm splayed across your chest, her soft, warm breasts pressed against your side. Momo has curled up into a ball on your other shoulder, her back facing you as she decides to use your arm for a body pillow. Sweat is still glistening on her toned back. All three of you are panting heavily as you recover from the intensity of the experience.

You sigh contentedly as you savor the feeling of both warm young women’s bodies pressed up against yours, and before you know it, the welcome bliss of sleep overtakes you.

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prismatales · 4 years

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Darling, you send me

Word Count: 1.6k

Bingo slot: Pick up lines

Pairings: (Separately) Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki and Shinsou Hitoshi X Reader

Tag/Warnings: Fluff, Cooking shenanigans

Synopsis: The guys walk in on their crush cooking and being an absolute 50's cutie!

Heres entry #4 of @bnhabookclub bingo event! Thank you @hawks-senseis and @wakaoujisenhime for helping me out with these headcanons!

General:

Everyone in the dorm was either sleeping in, taking advantage of the weekend or had already left to do whatever they had pending.

Training at the school’s gym, studying at the library, just having a walk outside, going shopping, you name it.

Either way. It was the first time in a while that you finally had some free time. All of your homework was on track, no training with the teachers or any upcoming exams that needed you pulling an all-nighter.

You sighed happily a the thought of being able to relax for once. And what a better way to to enjoy it, than to use the spare time to play around with the beloved bird nest over your head, also know as your hair.

Quickly you got up from the chair and went to the small bathroom inside the room to pick everything needed. The bluetooth speaker connected to the cellphone played some of your favorite tunes in the background while.

Inside the small room, you could swear this hair had a life of its own, because no matter how many attempts were done to tame the beast, it would always find a way to become an absolute mess.

But finally, after a tedious battle against this fierce, rebel mane. You finally came out victorious and looking stunning! For once it wasn’t pulled into something that just helped keep it out of your face during training.

And hey, since we’re already on it, why not go all the way?

Quickly you made a run for your cosmetic bag and began applying a fair amount of makeup, fine traces of eyeliner adorned your eyelids, accompanied by a subtle layer of mascara, lastly a pretty yet subtle shade of lipstick that complimented your skin just perfectly.

For the final touch, you pulled some clothes saved for special occasions, because hey, this was a special occasion after all, right?

There was this stunning 50’s themed black dress covered in white polka dots that’s been sitting in your closet for weeks now, the idea was to use it for a date, but since you were in the mood to look cute that thought flew out the window.

Once you got changed and looked in the mirror, the results was divine. It was almost like someone had used a time traveling quirk and sent you back into the 50’s.

Squealing happily by the final result, you couldn’t help doing a happy dance in excitement and began taking pictures of your work to put them on twitter.

But then you saw the time at the corner of the small screen on the device, shrieking in surprise at the realisation of how late it was already. It was almost time for lunch and today was your turn to cook.

Fortunately there was still plenty of time to prepare the food. Grabbing the speaker sitting at the top of a shelf, you made way into the kitchen and grabbed the apron before getting started on today’s lunch.

As the ingredients were pulled out of the fridge to be prepared, the sounds of the knife making contact with the cutting board, oil sizzling because of the heat and the music from your playlist were combined into a captivating melody altogether.

Add the view as the sunlight peeked through the window, giving the kitchen quite a scenario worthy of being captured in a picture. If instead of the high tech appliances scattered around, some of those old appliances were in their place, and the floor titles had that characteristic black and white checkered pattern, it almost would be like a scene out of those old movies your grandmother used to enjoy so much.

In fact, it was her love for those movies and everything revolving around the 50’s that you became enamoured by its aesthetic as well.

As you danced along to the soft beat of the music, one of your favorite songs began playing through the small speaker and being unable to resist the urge, slowly you began dancing quietly to the rhythm.

Totally unaware of the guy standing at the kitchen’s entrance, who was pulled in by the mouth watering smell of your cooking and ended up staying in place, completely mesmerized as the watched the little show in front of him.

Mirio Togata

Song: Cheek to Cheek by Ella Fitzgerald

By this point, everyone and I mean EVERYONE knew about Mirio’s crush on you. The guy wasn’t even subtle about his feelings to begin with, but it was only a matter of him confessing.

He was just coming back after taking a small walk and the reminder that today his crush would be in charge of cooking excited the blond at the reminder of just how yummy your cooking was.

Mirio was already expecting the delicious smell of veggies and spices mixed together in a saute and he made his way into the kitchen to see if you needed any help.

But the sight before him left him speechless. There was a literal goddess before his eyes and he couldn’t help approaching you before blurting out a pick up line.

“Pardon me miss, but I couldn’t help noticing that you have beautiful hair.”

“Why thank you sir~” You played along with the smiling blond, giggling at his antics and his stories.

Like that one time he was jogging and got so distracted that his quirk activated on accident, leaving him pantless in the middle of the park.

The two of you were so distracted talking and laughing your hearts out while sharing silly stories from childhood, until a burnt smell filled your noses.

“Is something burning?”

“If there is, it’s probably ‘cause you’re so hot, that’s why.”

“Mirio, you--Wait! THE FOOD!”

Needless to say, you had to start all over again after burning the stir fry. But hey, at least this time there was someone helping out.

Tamaki Amajiki

Song playing: You send me by Sam Cooke

Tamaki had finished studying by the time he came downstairs and was pulled into the kitchen by the smell of Takoyaki, it was honestly surprising to think someone was preparing them for lunch, but he wasn’t complaining at all if the yummy smell wasn’t a clue of just how good it they had to be.

Taking a peek into the kitchen he did not expect to find you slaving over the griddle, making sure not a single ball of dough got burned.

All while singing that sweet song under your breath and quickly flipping the Takoyaki in the griddle, watching their rich golden color with satisfaction and a smile in your face.

Coincidently, you turned around right at the same time he spoke. How in the world did he get the courage to blurt out his thoughts about you? He wasn’t sure, but it took a lot for Mirio and Nejire to encourage him to try flirting with you for once.

“I-I didn’t mean to be f-forward but your hairstyle looks b-b-beautiful on you…!”

You actually blinked repeatedly, not believing what you just heard. Tamaki Amajiki, THE TAMAKI AMAJIKI FROM THE BIG THREE himself was giving you a compliment. The same guy that would freeze whenever you greeted him in the mornings, the same guys who turned as red as a beet the last time you were both paired up together for a school project.

“That’s pretty nice of you Amajiki!” For once rather than having a nervous fit, that smile made him feel at ease.

Even more when you pulled a piece of Takoyaki in front of him.

“Say, since you’re pretty much an expert on takoyaki...Wanna give these a taste?”

This time he did go red faced. The girl he had a crush on? hand feeding him? Did he die and go to heaven???

Gulping silently he nodded, leaning forward and taking a bite of the treat. Eyes lit up in amazement the moment he fully savored the meal.

“What do you think?”

“...It’s perfect, just like you.”

It was your turn to get flustered.

Shinsou Hitoshi

Song: All I have to do is dream by The Everly Brothers

Out of these three, Shinsou’s the closest to his crush, considering you’re always hanging out together, of course it was nice being friends...but frankly, he wanted to be more than just friends with you.

He came into the dorms exhausted, sweaty and famished. Training with Aizawa was usually so intense that by the time they’re done all he wanted to do was raid the fridge and rest for 72 hours.

All he came for was some nice, cold water and ended up witnessing a small show as he watched you give a small twirl in the kitchen with your hair and dress flowing gracefully around you.

That’s when you realized your dear friend -and maybe more- had been watching the little choreography.

Seeing him standing there with his arms crossed, smirking playfully as he watched you dance made you stop in your tracks, greeting the purple haired male happily as he walked into the kitchen.

“You clean up good, What’s the occasion?” He took a bottle of water from the fridge before taking a sip and leaning on the counter besides you, watching with interest at the piping hot seafood pasta.

“I just wanted to look nice! We’re so busy with training I rarely get the chance to do my hair nicely!”

He didn’t think twice about complimenting you on the spot.

“You are a natural. You look great with any hairstyle.”

Shinsou caught you of guard for a solid minute, leaving you frozen in place and so distracted, tat you didn’t notice him stealing a bite from the pasta until you hear a hum of approval.

He only chuckled when your turned in his direction and gave him an offended look.

“Did you just eat directly from the pan?!”

This time he couldn’t hold back his laughter when you began chasing him around the kitchen. It wasn’t his fault that he enjoyed teasing his best friend and crush every now and then, was it?

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lastluvbug · 4 years

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Okay I've got another one! How do you think Leona, Vil, Rook, Idia and Malleus would react if their fem reader asked them to dress up as the beauty and the beast for Halloween BUT! She wants to be the fem!beast and them as the male! beauty. Will they agree? And how will they dress up? Thanks!

Is This My Trick? (Feat. Leona, Rook, Vil, Idia, and Malleus)

Rook Hunt-

How fun! You want to dress up as the beast to his beauty? He’d agree without a second thought, believing you to be beautiful no matter what you wear.

He’d sweep you into the bathroom, where you two would do the other’s makeup and hair, a sweet melody of compliments streaming from Rook’s lips as he played with your locks, and you his. Let’s say only one of you took the night seriously, and it wasn’t Rook.

You’d given him a wide smokey eye, blended with a little gold to flatter his hair color. For a little extra pop, you painted his lips with a clear gloss, and his cheeks with a fair anount of blush, making him look more princess-like than princely.

There wasn’t much you could with his hair, so you settled instead with curling it slightly, giving him waves instead of the pin straight bob everyone knew.

His outfit was fantastically flamboyant; an indigo colored overcoat with a tail that split into two ends, with matching colored trousers leading to black dress shoes. A vertically striped vest was beneath, covering a button up white dress shirt, a blood red bow tied around his neck.

“You’ll be almost as spectacular as Vil when I’m done!” He’d clap as soon as you were done marveling at him. And with that, he set to work.

He’d tease you mercilessly, throwing you for loop after loop as he sung little rhymes laced with complex adulation, just to turn around and lightly poke fun at you. At first, he painted on a cute little button nose over yours, with whiskers flaring out over your cheeks, biting his lip as he tried and failed to muffle his laughter at your shocked face.

Wiping it off, he’d truly go all out, giving you the face you desired after you shrugged on your dress.

It was so spot on, you almost questioned if he’d done something like this before. Your eyes had been framed in a dusty black eyeshadow, creased with white to bring out your elongated lashes. Your face had been shaped with blends of browns, blacks, and white, making your cheekbones and jawline appear sharper, the makeup around you nose connecting down to your lips in a V shape.

Your dress was almost as exquisite. Long sleeved with mesh gloves, it was an ombré of blue to black, coming to a soft v-neck across your chest that was half concealed with the same mesh as your gloves. The skirt was knee length, folding over itself to create the twirling look. And, to point out your waist, a thin black belt looped around you, the same color as your boots.

As soon as you were done thanking him and gushing over your makeup, Rook bowed as he laughed, extending a hand towards you.

“Your beauty far surpasses that of a beast, but just for the enchantment of the night, let us play the roles of prince and cursed princess! We shall sweep the crowds off their feet!”

Vil Schoenheit-

Excuse me? Did—Did he just hear you correctly? You want to dress as a beast for Halloween? No, absolutely not!

It doesn’t matter how much you beg or ask, his answer remains a solid no. He can’t afford to be unsightly, and neither can you. Though, he can’t help but feel bad when you disappointedly walk away, so he comes up with a compromise.

He’ll take your hand and lead you into his extremely large bathroom, and as soon as the perfumey smell hits your face, you know something is about to happen. “I can’t allow you to walk out of my dorm looking like a beast, but I can allow you this very special offer,” he’d say curtly, sitting down before his mirror, “only for tonight, you have permission to do what you please with my cosmetics. Do it well enough, and I’ll give you the opportunity to style my hair.” He’d grin, reaching for his makeup remover to give you a clean slate to work with.

You were ecstatic. Vil never let anyone into his room, let alone do his makeup! You eagerly set to work, using his brand name materials and trying to keep yourself from bursting.

It was a little insufferable, as Vil would criticize you ever two minutes over the way you held the eyeliner, and how hard you were pressing against his skin, and—oh, for the love of the queen, stop shaking!

At the end, he deemed it of passing quality before allowing you to style his hair, of which you accepted without question. You were quite proud of how it all turned out at the end, and honestly, you didn’t really care what Vil thought.

You’d given him a thick cat eye, using a black mascara to extend his lashes and bring out the highlight of the look; the golden eyeshadow. You’d picked up a few tricks here and there, and had executed a flawless glittery eyeshadow that blended into a dark crease, the vibrant color dotting the inner area while circling under the eye. You went plain with his hair, styling it into a sleek looped updo and letting down a few strands of hair to finish it off.

Vil was in charge of dressing himself, which he’d done prior to your little makeup adventure. He’d chosen to wear a jacket of stark white, a black silk button up shirt under and a frilly cravat tied around his neck. He’d slipped on a pair of lace cuffs, the thin mesh falling around his hands, similarly to the way his white trousers fell over his golden heels, risen a good five inches from the floor.

“Don’t worry dear, you’ll be the starlight bright princess to my prince soon.” He’d smile, raising your hand to his lips as you resisted the urge to kiss him right there.

He’d use a gross amount of pink shaded items, some for only a second, and others for what felt like an hour. Though, after all of the materials had been piled onto the countertops, he’d announce that he was finished, much to your delight.

You were astounded by his skill, though really, what did you expect? This is the Vil Schoenheit, anything below exceptional was an insult!

He’d used a rose gold eye shadow to color your eyelids, darker towards the outer ends before shading into a more salmon-esque color. He’d used the tip of his finger to dab on silvery glitter, emphasizing the natural sparkle in your orbs. Your lips were covered with a petal pink, matching your dress, which of course Vil had chosen specifically for you.

It was more of a ball gown than a costume, with a billowing ankle long skirt and a tightly fitted bodice, flowy sleeves falling around your arms while nature-esque embroidery was threaded into the torso. You looked close to a fairy, practically radiating glitter and light as you excitedly clung to Vil’s arm, thanking him up and down.

“Anything for my little forest flower. As my princess, I promise you to give you an evening that will be magically gorgeous.”

(Of course, he wouldn’t really do anything. He has to keep his skin baby soft, and that hair? Oh honey, you wouldn’t know the half of it.)

Idia Shroud-

He’d be against it at first. He really didn’t want to leave the comfort of his room, especially on Halloween, where there’d no doubt be a huge party just waiting to grow his anxiety ten times bigger than usual.

Seeing your expectant face paired with Ortho’s encouragement was what broke him, though he was reluctant to dress up. “Babe... do I have to...? Can’t we just stay here?” He’d uselessly try as you’d pull him into the bathroom, Ortho bouncing happily after.

Neither of you listened as Ortho went searching through Idia’s closet, looking for the clothes to suit the occasion, while you pulled out your makeup, both of you smiling wickedly as Idia sweat dropped.

One busy hour later, Idia stood self consciously in the mirror, inspecting himself as you and Ortho made the room glow with your smiles.

You’d given his eyes a cut crease look, using a metallic blue-blended-with-gold to compliment his hair, as well as hide the bags created from too many night stayed awake playing video games. You’d chosen a mauve lipstick to match, making his lips appear full and plump.

Ortho dressed his older brother magnificently; he chose a pair of high waisted tights that hugged his hips and calves, four golden buttons glinting off the light. His shirt was rather decorative, with a frilly collar and chest, the sleeves flowing over his pale skin before being trapped in the tight wrist cuffs.

“Hmm...looks nice. But I’m not going to be the only one doing this.” He’d grin, mischief written on every frame of his face.

Against all of your protests, Idia would refuse to allow you do your own makeup. He’d snag your pallets and anything else you brought, laughing out loud when you finally sagged in defeat. In short, it was a mess.

The dress you wore, probably the only thing that wouldn’t draw a laugh from onlookers, was plain black, with a fitted off-the-shouldered top and lacy sleeves that wrapped around your arms. The asymmetrical skirt fell down to your calves, before looping back up to reveal your legs as it stopped around mid thighs. Your midnight shoes lifted you about three inches, though you were still shorter than Idia.

Now you’re makeup... that was a completely different story. Since Idia had insisted, he gave you a cute little pink nose, a line of black leading down to your lips that were colored a dark red, black dots sprinkled across your cheeks as a set of three whiskers flared out across each one.

Idia made you a cat! A cat’s not a beast, at least not usually!! When you complained, all he did was laugh and drape his arms around your shoulders in a hug from behind.

“Sorry... I just painted you as you are. You’re too cute to be a beast... I love you for it though.”

Leona Kingscholar-

No. No no no no. Nuh uh. No way.

He’d honestly be a little offended by the question, though he’d be a dead man before he let you know that.

“Isn’t the trickery supposed to wait until later?” He’d nonchalantly ask, tail whipping in the air. He may be a royal lion, but dressing in those tight clothes was an absolute no-no. He was the beast here, he even had the ears to prove it.

It would be near impossible to convince him, but after enough of your wide eyed attempts, he’d eventually break, allowing you to waltz him into the bathroom so you could tame that wild mane and dress him however you pleased. It took a long, long while before you finished, but it all was worthwhile in the end.

The result was breathtaking, in your opinion. You managed to tie Leona’s hair into a half-up half-down style, embellished with a rose pin, a simple product threaded into his locks to create waves and curls instead of the frizz you were so used to.

He was stuffed into a yellow blazer over a long sleeved white dress shirt, the laced cuffs brushing over the middle of his palms. To compliment, a pair of black pants with a gold strip down each leg followed, black dress shoes finishing the getup.

“If it were anyone else, they’d be running for the hills right about now. Let’s see how beastly you can be, my little mouse.” He’d growl, clearly unamused by your laughter as you ran a hand down his arm.

Leona would stand by, watching curiously as you transformed yourself into the beast to pair with his beauty. After you finished, he’d quite literally be speechless, even more so blown away by your choice of dress.

The makeup wasn’t anything special, you just used a little bit of eyeliner and black facepaint to paint over your nose, dragging a slim trail to your lips, which were covered in black lipstick. You used darker browns to blend around your cheekbones, and made your eyes look a touch larger than they were with a risky cat eye that paid off in the end.

Your dress was magical, to say the least. Floor length, with silky fabrics of gold and blue twisted into elegant arched and loops over the gown, the bodice fitted and off-the-shoulder to expose your collar.

By the time you were done, you caught Leona’s intense stare, maybe a hint of a blush darkening his already tan cheeks. When you said something about he, he’d merely pout before taking your arm and pulling you close, so that his cologne and your perfume mixed into an entirely new scent.

“I don’t know if I’d call you a beast, my beautiful little herbivore. Let’s go, I’d like to show off all this work. And for the record... you better give me my treat later.”

Malleus Draconia-

Oh? You want to dress up as a beast? He’d done his fair share of research on this human tradition, and had wanted to try it out for an embarrassingly long time, so he had no problems agreeing.

He didn’t have much of a designer’s touch, so he watched with an intrigued grin as you excitedly ran around gathering your materials. “Careful, we don’t want to waste that energy before the party, do we?” He’d laugh, sitting on the chair you brought and allowing you to do your work.

He was a little jumpy, but by the end, it didn’t matter as he marveled at the outcome of your delicate work.

You’d expertly woven his thin black hair into a loose braided crown that fell around his horns, half of it still cascading down his shoulders and shining in the artificial light. His eyes were rimmed thinly with eyeliner, accentuated with a dark eyeshadow.

He was dressed in a deep blue overcoat, a white button down dress shirt underneath. Around his neck was a pristine white cravat, the ends laced with black, matching his dress pants and shoes. It was rather simplistic, but suited Malleus all too well compared to his usual attire.

“Stunning. I can’t say I’m upset with how you’ve pampered me, dearest. What ever shall you do next?” He’d grin in a closed eye smile, sitting patiently as you worked on yourself.

You worked diligently, applying so many different types of makeup that he’d become a little dizzy trying to wrap his head around the names and colors. When you were done, you hardly looked like the same person. You’d used an assortment of greys and browns to rim your face, two lines cutting down your cheeks to create pronounced cheekbones. You’d painted your eyes in a thick layer of black, shimmery silver blended up to your eyebrows and highlighting your irises. Your lips were a delicious fuschia, so bright against the rest of your face.

Your dress was immaculate, a single shouldered black-and white apparel. The sleeve was made of a thin line of black lace shaped like various flowers, snaking over the colorless bodice and skirt before rounding over the hem. It was rather short, ending just above mid thigh, a calf high pair of strappy boots at least five inches tall doing basically nothing to promote your height compared to Malleus.

When you gave him a little twirl as you put away your cosmetics, he let his eyes wander over his every part of you, thoroughly enjoying the temporary view.

“My, my... You’re truly a sight, dearest. Come, let’s show them all the beauty that will surely make history.”

There we are! Honestly, it was so fun designing all these clothes, except Rook’s. Sorry loves, I had no brain juice left and could only think of his Ghost Marriage outfit.

Thanks so much for reading, and thanks to @blackstrawberrynightmare for the ask! I hope you enjoyed!

Stay lovely!

#twisted wonderland #twst #fem reader #vil schoenheit #malleus draconia #leona kingscholar #rook hunt #idia shroud

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trendmood1 · 4 years

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formeryelpers · 1 year

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Daiso, 673 N Euclid St, Anaheim, CA 92801

Love Daiso…they partnered with Sanrio recently and have all kinds of cute Hello Kitty, Kuromi, My Melody & Little Twin Stars bags, stickers, cases, etc. Daiso is the best place to get cute, cheap things like Japanese snacks (e.g, Pocky, Caramel Corn), stickers, stationery items, gift wrap, gift bags, craft supplies, socks, etc. Most items are $1.75.

They also have organizational accessories, garbage cans, garden supplies, kitchenware, household knick knacks, bath and body, cosmetics, hair accessories, tote bags, cleaning supplies, toys, travel accessories, pet accessories, electronic accessories, sports equipment, clothing, umbrellas, picture frames, fake flowers, plush dolls, etc. The problem with the slippers is that most of them are small sizes. They also carry lots of seasonal/holiday merchandise.

This is a good sized location with easy parking. No returns or exchanges.

My picks: Push pins

4 out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

#Daiso #100 yen store #discount store #Anaheim #Euclid Plaza #Japanese snacks

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No Lifeguard on Duty!

Kid!Peter and Bio mom!Tony go swimming with the Avengers!

TW/CW: PTSD-triggered panic attack. nothing graphic.

Word Count: ~6.7k

A/N: y’all are seeing it first. here it will be for a bit before I post it to AO3, just to show my appreciation to those that have followed. thanks for the support! xx

Edit: This is part of my One-off series! It is now available on AO3!

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It was a warm June afternoon when Clint suggested at the tail-end of a meeting that the team should have a poolside team bonding session. Thor and Natasha instantly agreed, excited at the idea of sunbathing and taking a dip in Tony’s luxurious indoor lap pool.

Bruce looked to Tony expectantly. The billionaire froze for a moment before recovering and sniffing audibly. Steve knew immediately that the woman was deflecting when she just shrugged and agreed.

“I’m sure the kiddie will get a kick out of it,” She said casually, “Rhodey will join us if that’s okay.”

The kid in question was Tony’s precious son, Peter. The team had just met the (nearly) three-year-old two weeks before, and they were immediately enamored. Peter’s doe eyes and baby brown curls were hard enough to resist, but the kid was shockingly the sweetest kid any of them had ever met. Most of them (except Thor), had unfairly expected the tot to be a spoiled brat that screamed and threw things or even a gross sticky ball of self-centered energy. But the boy was shy yet friendly, very giving and sweet as candy. Peter charmed the socks off of the team but that was expected, he is a Stark after all.

The thing that shocked them even further was just how maternal Tony was with him. The genius was as far away from being the type to be a loving and affectionate mother as possible, if what their first impression of her was anything to base their judgment on. However, Tony was as gentle as could be with the boy. She was an adoring mother who doted on her son, showering him with hugs and kisses and pet names that made even Natasha feel a little gooey inside. It was a nice light to see their teammate in after the battle of New York ended.

Tony worked diligently ever since Peter was conceived to be sure her baby was the most protected life-form on the planet. Peter was her second chance after Afghanistan and she didn’t cut a single corner when it came to the boy’s safety, meaning security was upped even more once Natalie Rushman caught wind of him. Military vetted bodyguards, ironclad encryptions on all legal and medical documents pertaining to the child, and airtight NDA’s for any unauthorized person that so much suspected Tony Stark had a son were just the beginning of the laundry lists of precautions Tony took for her baby. Nonetheless, all the avengers loved Peter and jumped at the opportunity to spend time with him.

They’d only been able to see him a couple of times, as Tony had just returned from taking him to London for a few days to see some sort of astronomy exhibit or another. But, now the genius was basically offering an afternoon in the sun with a sweet little boy and a luxury pool. Basically, Steve and Bruce were sold.

Tony told the team that the pool was clean and ready, that they were welcome to go ahead and wait until she got her son ready and collected Rhodey. It took about two hours for the whole team to reconvene at the indoor swimming pool. The windows opened and sunlight beamed throughout the whole room, reflecting off the surface of the large body of water. Clint immediately ripped his shirt off and kicked his sandals away before running and belly-flopping into the pool. Steve winced audibly as Natasha rolled her eyes and Thor chuckled grandly. Widow had removed her makeup and braided her hair back. Her clothes from the day’s meeting had been swapped out for a black one-piece swimsuit that showed off a large portion of her back. She shook her head at the sight of Clint resurfacing and squirting water out of his mouth before whooping and dunking himself back underwater.

Steve shook his head and joined Doctor Banner, who was sitting on one of the beach chairs a few yards away from the pool, underneath a canopy for shade. Steve sat down on the chair beside the doctor, his eyes scanning the large open area. Admittedly, the two were only there to see Peter (and Tony, but neither would ever admit it), so they watched as Thor cannon-balled into the pool with a grand shout and plenty of amusement. Natasha called out with a deadpan tone,

“You get a 10. It had everything, theatrics, a battle cry, and a big splash. Incredible.”

“What about me?” Clint asked as he backstroked the length of the pool, his eyes on her.

“You’ve caught me on a day I’m most generous,” She replied, “You get a 2.”

“I have a feeling this competition is rigged,” Clint replied, disappearing under the surface of the water once again. Natasha shook her head and dipped her toes in the water before walking down the steps of the pool, sighing in contentment as she floated in the shallow end.

“How many times do I have to say it, Honeybear?” Tony’s voice came from the far end of the room towards the elevator, “Let me be a hot mama.”

“Just seems a little excessive, is all I’m saying,” Rhodey replied with an unimpressed shrug of his shoulders.

“To you,” Tony said, all the heads in the room turning to her and the boy in her arms, “Because you have no taste.”

Rhodey shook his head and grumbled under his breath before greeting the team. Tony bounced the toddler in her arms as she set down a small backpack on one of the unoccupied beach chairs, a melody of giggles filling the room. Steve and Bruce smiled, looking up at the boy in the billionaire’s arms.

“Say hi, tesoro. They came to see you and go swimming.” Tony said with a smile as she set him down to stand on the chair. She rifled through the bag, bending over to find something within it. Underneath a long and worn Black Sabbath t-shirt, the light blue of her bikini bottoms poked through. Steve cleared his throat as his eyes caught the curve of her rump, forcing himself to focus on the toddler before him and not his teammate’s rear.

“Hey, Peter,” Steve greeted with a smile, “It’s nice to see you. Are you ready to go swimming?”

“Yeah!” Peter cheered, throwing his little arms up in the air, “Mommy say I can ‘o swimmin’ wif’ my floadies on!”

Peter climbed over to Steve with a smile, “C’mon, cap! We gotta get the pool toys!”

“Aye, mimmo,” Tony called out to her son, “What did we agree goes before playing in the sun?”

“Sumbloc’!” The boy replied dutifully, turning to his mother, “But can me an’ cap just get the toys? Real quick, mommy, please?”

“Alright, if your skin falls off,” Tony began passively, “Don’t come to me cryin’ about it.”

Peter just giggled in response, grabbing Steve’s hand and making a big show of trying to pull him up off the beach chair. The boy planted his little feet and squeezed his eyes shut in strain, little grunts came from him as he pulled with all his might to get the super soldier on his feet. Steve smiled, pretending to fight back against the child’s pull.

“Gosh, Peter,” Steve pretended to strain, “You’re getting too strong, kid.”

Peter giggled again, putting smiles on everyone’s lips.

“Cus’ I like brock'ly now! Brock'ly makes you big and strong!” Peter exclaimed, showing off his little arms.

“No kidding,” Steve chuckled, now allowing the (nearly) three-year-old drag him to the large shed that held all the pool accessories. He helped the child pick out inner tubes and beach balls, as well as foam pool noodles and water guns, and carry them back to the beach chairs. Steve laid them down on the chair he was sitting on previously when Tony came over and scooped up the toddler.

He looked up and noticed the genius had taken off the oversized shirt she had previously adorned, leaving a simple baby blue bikini wrapped around her surprisingly pale skin. The arc reactor shone, the scar tissue around it now a pale pink. Rhodey was honestly surprised Tony was showing off her body at all. The woman was never above advertising her assets, but those closest to Tony knew that her chest was something sensitive to her. The Colonel himself had seen it plenty of times, but he’d known the genius for half of her life. These people, her team, were almost strangers. Rhodey didn’t know whether to worry about his friend or be proud that she was getting more comfortable with either her body or the Avengers; either was a big step for her.

Tony’s toned legs had the odd scrape or bruise along them, no doubt from the Iron Woman suit or chasing around a rambunctious toddler. Steve caught himself staring before shaking his head and turning to Bruce, who was hiding his own blushing face in a book.

Steve turned to those in the pool to see Natasha dunking Clint underwater and Thor cheering her on.

“C’mon, lovebug,” Tony said, wrangling a squirmy Peter in her arms as she sat on the beach chair beside Steve, “Sunblock time.”

Steve decided to just get into the pool and save himself any embarrassment. If you asked him, he was just shocked at the genius’ pale skin and not at all fawning over how beautiful she looked. Steve was simply washed with admirable respect, as it was clear Tony trusted her team enough to be so vulnerable around them. Not only was she literally in a bikini, with nowhere to hide her scars or traumatic body modifications, she was also allowing them to be with her son.

For that, Steve was certainly not ogling at her slight curves and toned muscle, nor was he appreciating how much seeing her like that reminded him what decade he was currently standing in.

Her long brown hair was tied up, and her makeup was immaculate. It was odd to Steve that she had seemingly refreshed her makeup since the meeting. Even Natasha had come to the pool barefaced, given the activity they were participating in. Steve admittedly didn’t know much about cosmetics, but he knew they didn’t typically mix well with water. Either way, the soldier whipped off his shirt and set aside his shoes before diving into the pool and literally swimming away from the warmth swirling in his chest.

“Jesus, Tony,” Rhodey chuckled, “You get paler and paler every time I come back from work. You keep that boy inside too much. Maybe leave the lab once in a while. Take him to the park or something.”

“Peter has sensitive skin,” Tony shrugged, lathering children’s sunblock on the boy in question. Her gentle hands caressed his baby soft skin which was considerably paler in comparison to Tony’s.

“Doesn’t mean you gotta make my nephew into a naked mole-rat,” Rhodey replied.

“Not a mole rat!” Peter cried indignantly to his uncle as his mother carefully applied sunblock to his face.

“That’s right,” Tony nodded, giving her son a serious face, “Stop being mean to my baby, sour patch.”

“Mean uncle Whodey!” Peter pouted, “Stinky face!’

At that, Natasha chuckled at the boy’s antics and Steve and Bruce couldn't hide their adoring smiles.

“Okay, boys,” Tony said with a smile on her face, “Play nice, or you both get time out.”

Peter sat up straight and looked up at his mother with a look of urgency on his face before miming zipping his mouth shut. Rhodey just rolled his eyes in response.

“Ca’ I go swimmin’ now, mommy?” Peter asked, bouncing up and down on her lap with a winning smile.

“You have to wait a little bit for the sunblock to soak in, Pete,” Tony replied, “Just sit in the shade for 15 minutes, then you can go.”

The genius began applying sunblock on her own skin, knowing Peter would protest wearing the gloopy stuff if his mom didn’t put it on too. Tony, once again, unknowingly earned the attention of most of the adults in the room. She was more occupied watching her son scribble on his coloring book with the crayons she had packed in his bag, her hands expertly massaging the lotion onto her legs, then stomach and chest. Her hands migrated to the exposed skin on the top of her breasts, effectively avoiding the reactor, and neck as Steve felt his throat go dry. Before he could stop himself from staring, he was accosted with a blast of water. Steve shook the water from his face and looked up to see Rhodey with a water gun, attacking him and the other avengers that happened to be staring at the billionaire. He looked up to see Bruce shaking water off of his hair and a deep blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Eyes up,” Rhodey called out with a mischievous grin, causing Steve to duck in embarrassment. Steve was a timid man when it came to women like Tony even back in the day, and that was with women from his own time period. A modern woman like Tony Stark, a woman that he admittedly didn’t treat fairly upon their first meeting was someone he couldn’t dream of shooting straight with. Plus, she was a dedicated mother with more things to worry about than Good ol’ Captain America giving her googly eyes. A woman like Tony could get any man (or woman) she desired, and Steve knew she wouldn’t choose a man that judged her harshly without him knowing her personally.

His attention was brought back to Peter who laughed loudly at his uncle’s antics, as the man continued to blast Thor for his own amusement.

“Mommy! Mommy! I wanna play with unca’ Whodey!” Peter exclaimed, turning to his mother. The genius was laying back in her reclined beach chair with her son at her feet, just relaxing in the shade.

“Just a few more minutes, baby bear,” Tony replied, running her fingers through her hair as she took down her bun.

“But, mommy!” Peter whined, climbing over to sit on her lap, “Wanna p’ay now!”

“I know, patatino,” Tony hummed, pulling the boy towards her and laying him flat against herself. Their chests pressed together and Peter rested his face on her collarbone, snuggling close, his chubby little hand laying flat against the arc reactor. Steve smiled at the idea of Peter adoring the light in his mother’s chest, his own personal nightlight that brought a whole new sense of security with her embrace.

“Just gotta wait for your sunblock to soak in,” Tony replied softly, her hands lightly rubbing the boy’s bare back, “Then you and uncle platypus can play all you want. Okay?”

“Okay, mommy,” Peter sighed, enjoying the feeling of relaxing in his mother’s arms. Peter was a mellow and well-behaved boy so moments like this weren’t uncommon. He loved just being with his momma. He liked having her in his sight but he LOVED being held in her arms.

The team looked on with fond smiles as the two Starks cuddled close, Rhodey taking a seat beside them and reclining with an audible exhale.

“Don’t get too comfy, Honeybear,” Tony smirked, “Pete’s gonna drag you into the pool in just a few minutes.”

“Want you to come swimmin’ wif us, mommy,” Peter said quietly, his eyes focused on a birthmark staining his mother’s arm. He circled the small spot with his finger, anxiously awaiting Tony’s reaction. Peter knew his mommy didn’t like swimming, she didn’t even like getting wet. Sometimes, if he splashes too much in the bath, Uncle Rhodey has to come in and help him while his mommy goes into her room and waits. At first, Peter felt really bad, he didn’t mean to be a bad boy; splashing’s just fun!

Uncle Rhodey and Auntie Pepper tell him it’s not because he’s a bad boy, just because Mommy had some scary stuff happen to her. And getting wet sometimes reminds her of it. They tell him about a time before he was born that his Mommy was taken to a scary place and bad people did scary things to her. They told him that sometimes it gives her nightmares and that’s why he can’t sleep in Mommy’s bed with her some nights, even though he wants to! He wants to be there with his mommy so he can help her calm down from a nightmare just like she does for him sometimes!

Tony tensed slightly, her grip on Peter tightening a bit before she drew in a deep breath.

“Uncle Rhodey’s going swimming with you, cucciolo,” Tony sighed, combing her fingers through the boy’s curls. It was something she’s done since Peter was born, as touching her baby’s hair provided both of them immense comfort, “I’ll be right here watching you, though.”

“But, mommy,” Peter pouted, sitting up in his mother’s lap, “Wan’ you to come too!”

Peter knew his mommy was scared of the water, but he and Uncle Rhodey would be right there with her! She’d be okay, and see that the water isn’t scary! Even the avengers were there, too. His mommy would be kept safe and protected and she’d see how much fun swimming is! As long as no one splashes her, she’ll have so much fun with him and his uncle! Peter just knows it! Plus, mommy helps him get over his fears all the time. Like the time she showed him that there were no monsters hiding in his closet, or the time she showed him that his broccoli hadn’t been poisoned.

“C’mon, buddy,” Rhodey offered gently to his nephew, “We can have fun without your mom with us. She’ll be close by watching.”

“No!” Peter shook his head, leaning forward and resting his face onto Tony’s chest, “Wan’ mommy.”

“Peter—” Tony began before Clint interrupted.

“C’mon, Stark!” The archer called out, floating on his back, “You’re not going to deprive the kid of fun in the sun with his ma, are ya?”

“Clint,” Natasha began to reprimand, catching Steve’s attention.

“What? Team bonding, right?” Clint shrugged.

“Bruce hasn’t gotten in the pool,” Natasha pointed out with a nod in the Doctor’s direction.

“Bruce didn’t come with a kid,” Clint countered, “If Pete wants his mom to swim with him, she should swim with him.”

“Tony,” Rhodey said to the genius, ignoring the talk from the pool, “I’ll go in with him, don’t worry.” “Mommy,” Peter mustered up his best puppy dog eyes and stuck out his bottom lip before saying, “Please?”

Tony tried her best to control her breathing. Her hands were hardly shaking where they rested on the small of her son’s back.

“We would most enjoy it if you joined our team festivity, Stark,” Thor encouraged, “And your little Starkson would be comforted by your engagement.”

“Tony,” Rhodey tried again. He really didn’t want what was supposed to be a fun day for the family and new friends to turn into a PTSD-related panic attack; not if he could help it.

But Tony brushed him off. She didn’t want to appear weak in front of her team. She didn’t want to prove that she wasn’t good enough to be an actual avenger rather than merely a consultant. She also didn’t want them to think she was too good to give her son anything he asked of her, as innocent as the request was. The inventor was already overly critical and self-conscious of her decision to wear a bikini in front of the team, with nowhere to hide the scars littering her body. In her head, she tried convincing herself that she just wanted to show off that she was matching Peter’s baby blue swim trunks. It was sort of her thing, anyway, to coordinate her son’s outfits with her own.

But, for Peter, she’d do anything. She’d suck up her paralyzing fear of water, for Peter. She’d agree to even go poolside at all, for Peter. So, for Peter, the genius sucked in a deep breath and stood up.

“Tony,” Rhodey said, standing up to either intervene or at least take Peter.

“C’mon, pup,” Tony said, bouncing the toddler in her arms again, “Let’s get your floaties on.”

“Mommy come?” Peter asked with a smile.

“Yeah” Tony nodded with a wide smile. They’d all seen that smile before, and Steve would give anything to know if it was genuine. “Mommy’s gonna go in the pool with you, okay? But we gotta be careful.”

Peter nodded dutifully and held his arm out for Rhodey as he approached with the inflated water wings.

“Are you sure about this, Tones?” Rhodes asked quietly, “I could take him, he won’t put up much of a fuss once he’s in there. We both know —”

“It’s fine,” Tony shook her head, her smile not leaving her face but her eyes refusing to meet the Colonel’s eyes.

“Mommy, we gonna have so much fun!” Peter cheered, offering his uncle his other arm to slide the other water wing onto.

“Yeah,” Tony replied with her own toned-down level of cheer. Steve’s heart dropped as he realized Tony was not at all comfortable with the idea of getting into the water. Was it because of them? Was it because she’d caught Steve or Bruce staring at her before? Had they made her uncomfortable? Gosh, he’d really —

“C’mon, bambino,” Tony hummed, taking shaky steps towards the large pool. She looked over the surface of the water and swallowed hard. Steve was looking up at her from the water with concern, while Nat was somewhat shepherding Thor and Clint over to the deeper end of the pool, away from where Tony stood near the steps.

“JARVIS,’ Tony called out, her voice surprisingly even, “What’s the water temp?”

“The water is sitting a standard 78 degrees Fahrenheit,” The AI dutifully replied, “Would you like me to adjust it?”

“Yeah,” Tony nodded, “A little warmer, please… For the baby,”

“Certainly, madame,” JARVIS replied and the team felt the water get warmer around them. Not uncomfortably so, but it was definitely noticeable. Clint rolled his eyes and turned back to his attempt to explain the rules of Marco Polo to Thor.

“No cold water,” Peter said wearily, looking down at the water.

“Water’s nice and warm, kid,” Rhodey said softly beside them and Tony wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or to Peter.

“Uncle Whodey come too?” Peter asked, turning to face his uncle with a stunning smile.

“Of course,” Rhodey nodded, “I’m not letting your mom take all the fun.”

Tony appreciated his attempt to lighten the mood as she took another shaky step towards the pool stairs. Rhodey followed suit.

“Wait!” Peter called out, “We need the pool toys!”

“Right,” Tony chuckled nervously, turning around and walking Peter over to the beach chair that held the toys in question, “Silly me. How could I forget the pool toys?”

“Whatcha got, Stark?” Clint asked as he pulled himself up and out from the side of the pool, trudging over to the chair dripping wet.

“We got noodles and beach balls and water guns,” Peter called out excitedly, leaning forward in his mom’s grab to reach out for a toy. The boy was confident his mother would never drop him so he didn’t bother hanging onto her tightly.

“We got a whole shed of more, Legolas,” Tony nodded in the direction of the shed Peter had retrieved the toys with Steve before, “Knock yourself out.”

“Sweet,” Clint nodded and made his way over to the shed.

“Uncle Whodey!” Peter called out, extending his arms to hand over a beach ball to the Colonel, “We gotta p’ay vowwy ball!”

“You got it, squirt,” Rhodey chuckled, taking the ball from the toddler.

“And we need a noodle!” Peter exclaimed, reaching from Tony’s grip to grab a pool noodle. The boy hugged the red foam tube in his arms and gave his mother a cheeky smile.

“Okay,” Tony said, “Ready, bear?”

“Yeah!” Peter cheered, bouncing lightly in his mother’s arms as she slowly made her way back to the pool steps. She decided she’d already made a scene too big for the other avengers not to notice her trepidation. So, pointedly ignoring the screaming voice in her head and the pounding in her chest, she cuddled her baby closer to her chest and took slow and steady steps down into the shallow end of the pool. Tony focuses all her attention on the smile spreading across Peter’s face. She presses a quick kiss to his cheek and continues to wade a little further into the shallow water.

Tony hears the sound of someone entering the pool behind her, making her stiffen up and tighten her hold on Peter.

“It’s okay, Tony,” Rhodey’s calm voice sounds from behind her and she feels his hand steadily rest on the small of her back, “This is far enough.”

Tony nods, her shoulders still stiff with anxiety. The genius takes a deep breath before settling the toddler in her arms down to float in front of her.

“We swimmin’, Mommy!” Peter exclaimed, a look of pride evident on his face. Tony tried to focus every ounce of anxiety in her on the smile on her baby’s face. Peter was okay. She was okay. Rhodey was okay. They were in a pool in Manhattan, not a cave in Afghanistan. It was okay.

Tony took in another deep breath and gave her son a small smile.

“Yeah, baby,” Tony nods, “Just stay close to Mommy, okay?”

“Le’s go dis way!” Peter squeals, kicking his feet towards where Thor, Steve, and Natasha were floating, waiting for Clint to return, “Cap! Look’it me! I’m swimmin’ too!”

“Wow,” Steve smiled at the boy, “You swim really good, Pete. Look how fast you’re going.”

“Peter,” Tony called out, as the boy made his way further away from the safety of the shallow end, towards the deep end of the pool, “Peter, come to Mommy, please.”

“Mommy, le’s swim wif Cap!” Peter called out, turning back to face his mother.

“You have to stay in the shallow end, topolino,” Tony called out, her voice almost cracking at the end as her heart rate began to pick up again. Peter was out of her reach, swimming away from her. Sure, he was swimming towards the Great Captain America, but that was her baby. At that moment, her motherly instincts overpowered her self-preservation instinct as she waded further into the water towards her retreating son. As the water got deeper, it rose from just above her waist towards the bottom of her chest. The water began to slowly rise up her chest and Tony felt like the air in her lungs began to somehow liquify.

“Tony,” Rhodey called out behind her, “It’s okay. Stay right there. I’ll get him, he’s okay.”

Steve, noticing the look of pure panic on the billionaire’s face, instinctively scooped the paddling toddler up into his arms and held him securely against his chest.

“Everything alright?” The Captain asked, his voice filled with concern. He knew, logically, the boy wouldn’t drown on his watch. There were seven adults in the room with Peter that would obviously intervene before any harm came to him. But clearly, there was something the Colonel and the billionaire knew that the rest of the team didn’t and it was making them all very nervous. Tony just whimpered and nodded, her arms snaking around her waist and hugging herself tightly. Her eyes were distant and unseeing, glazed over with fear. And, she was shivering despite the warm water and sun beating down on her exposed skin.

Rhodey wades over to the Captain and reaches out to grab his nephew.

“C’mon, Pete,” Rhodey says softly, “Let’s stay closer to Mommy, okay?”

“But I’m swimmin’, Uncle Whodey! I’m swimmin wif Cap!” The boy replied, climbing into the man’s arms anyway, “It’s otay.”

“I know, buddy. But your mom wants you to stay a little closer to her, okay?” The Colonel said softly, turning to take the boy back to his mother.

“Is everything okay?” Steve asked with worry, but before the question could fully leave his lips, Clint came rushing back to the pool with a yellow inflated duck-shaped inner tube around his waist. The archer was giving out a mighty battle cry as he came running towards the pool before he jumped and cannonballed into the water.

The splash from the landing sprayed out far and wide, even getting Bruce the smallest bit wet from his spot. Natasha muttered out a curse in Russian, Thor bellowed in joyful laughter, and Steve just shook the water from his face. Peter squealed in delight before erupting in a fit of giggles.

“Tony,” Rhodey’s nervous voice sounded, causing Steve to look over at the billionaire with concern.

“Stark,” Steve exhaled, beginning to wade over to Tony who is visibly trying to keep herself calm but failing. The genius was beginning to hyperventilate and looked around the pool with eyes unseeing and blown out with fear. Once her eyes land on Peter still giggling in his uncle’s arms, safe, Tony frantically tries to make her way out of the pool.

Water splashed around her as she tried flailing out to the steps, the speed not sufficient enough to soothe her panic. Steve’s worry only increased, but he gently held Tony by the waist and helped her tread over to the side of the pool to make her escape quickly. Tony grunted and grabbed the railing once she was close enough to pull herself out of the offending water. She climbed out and scrambled to her feet, hurrying towards the door she, Colonel Rhodes, and Peter had entered from without looking back. Before she made it too far, Pepper Potts showed up in all her glory, holding a large fluffy towel.

“It’s okay,” Steve’s enhanced hearing picked up Pepper’s hushed voice as she wrapped the towel around the distressed engineer, “Everyone’s safe, Tony. Peter’s okay, you’re okay.”

Tony doesn’t even slow down as she continues her trek back into the rest of the building away from the pool, not even to acknowledge the light kiss Pepper places on her temple. Tony just allows the trusted woman to lightly guide her towards the elevator with a quiet promise to follow her up in a moment.

“JARVIS, please get a hot shower ready for Tony,” Pepper said softly as she watched the genius disappear behind the closing elevator doors.

“Certainly, Ms. Potts,” JARVIS replied dutifully. Pepper sighs and takes a few steps towards the pool, minding the water both Tony and Clint left slicking the pavement.

“Unfortunately, you will have to continue your team bonding exercise without Miss Stark. Feel free to stay and drink, eat, or whatever you please.” The woman said before turning and quickly following after Tony.

“Where mommy go?” Peter asked, looking up at his uncle sadly.

“Mommy’s gonna take a shower and rest a bit,” The Colonel explained gently, setting the boy down to allow him to float in the water, “How about you and I swim for a bit and then join her later?”

“No,” Peter squirmed around, kicking his little legs under the water, “Wan’ mommy!”

“Let’s give mommy some time, bud,” Rhodes calmly encouraged.

“Wan’ mommy, P’ease!!! Unca’ Whodey!” Peter cried out, flailing to grab onto the man.

Rhodes sighed and picked the boy up, holding him tightly against his chest.

“Alright, squirt,” He said, wading to exit the pool, “Let’s get you a bath, and then we’ll go see mommy.”

“Is Tony going to be okay?” Steve asked, his concern only growing.

“Yeah, what made her walk out on us? She even left the kid behind,” Clint asked incredulously.

Natasha replied by splashing the archer with a wave of water. The Colonel ignored Clint as he exited the pool and pulled off the water wings from Peter’s arms. Rhodes wrapped the boy in a fluffy blanket and held him close to his chest before turning to the Captain.

“Tony’ll be fine. She just needs some space,” was all Rhodes said before leaving the pool room with Peter. Upon hearing the soft sound of the elevator doors closing behind them, Steve looks over to the rest of the team with a confused look still etched on his face.

“Is- Did we- I don’t—” Bruce stammered as he rose from where he was previously seated, walking towards the pool with his eyes stuck towards where Rhodey and Peter had just disappeared.

“I was hoping we’d avoid it, but I was almost sure it was going to happen,” Natasha said almost wistfully.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked.

Natasha looked around at them all staring at her, waiting for an explanation. She rolled her eyes at their cluelessness.

“You guys heard about Afghanistan, what did you expect?”

“What does Afghanistan have to do with a pool in Manhattan?” Clint asked.

“She was tortured into compliance, moron,” Natasha bit out as she began to float on her back, looking up at the sky through the glass walls.

“The physical exam she went through after she was rescued showed signs of water inhalation. It’s suspected that she might have been forced underwater or was even waterboarded.”

“Suspected?” Bruce asked with a look of horror on his face.

“She hasn’t said much at all about what they did to her there, just what they asked of her. Stark isn’t one to talk about what she’s been through. She plays it close to the vest so as to not let any weakness slip.” Natasha explained as if it were the simplest explanation.

“Then why—” Steve asked. His heart was pounding in his chest.

Since coming out of ice, Steve had talked to a few professionals about shell shock and learned the new terminology surrounding it. PTSD, they called it now. Either way, as a leader, Steve was almost ashamed in himself for not seeing it in Tony. He saw a woman dealing with a lot on her plate. He knew she’d been captured and gotten out, but he didn’t dwell much on the fact that she’d spent months in an Afghan cave. He was a captain, damn it. He’s supposed to take care of his team.

“Why what?” Natasha asked, with an arched brow.

“Why’d you—” Steve shook his head, “Your assessment of her…”

“PTSD doesn’t make any of it any less true, I just omitted any justification for her behavior during my time watching her,” Natasha replied smoothly, never ceasing her peaceful floating.

“Why?” Bruce asked incredulously.

“Because she shouldn’t be in this line of work. She’s been through enough, and she had a toddler to take care of. I knew she didn’t want it, I was trying to keep her and Peter out of it.”

The men were shocked silent, only the sound of water rippling could be heard until Natasha spoke once again, “JARVIS, can we get the water temp down a few notches now that Tony’s not here?”

“Certainly, Agent Romanoff,” The AI replied, the water cooling down around them. It made sense now, why Tony wanted the water so warm. She wanted to do anything to not be reminded of that cave.

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Pepper walked out after setting a steaming mug of tea on the nightstand. Tony sat on her large bed wrapped in a bathrobe, her long wet hair tied up in a messy bun. The warm shower helped and JARVIS was showing her the live video feed of Rhodey giving Peter a bath, soothing the genius to see her baby safe and sound. Tony smiled sadly as Peter demanded to be taken out of the bath and to his mother. She knew her son was too perceptive of his own good, knowing his mommy was upset and wanting to be with her. With a sigh, she dismissed the video feed and pulled on sweatpants and an MIT shirt that still swamped her figure even years later.

“JARVIS, get ready to play Peter Pan for us, would you, pal?” Tony asked.

“Of course, madame,” JARVIS replied, his voice fond.

Just then, there’s a soft knock on her door. Tony padded over to the door, opening it to smile at the sight of her son wrapped in a hooded towel resembling a duckling.

“Mommy,” Peter whined before reaching out towards his mother. Tony scooped the boy in her arms and held him close.

“Hey, bug,” She soothed as she began rocking the boy back and forth.

“Here’s his clean clothes, he wouldn’t let me dress him. He just wanted you,” Rhodey said, walking to her bed and setting a small stack of folded clothes with a bottle of baby lotion on top.

“That’s fine, I got him from here. Thanks, Sugarbear,” Tony smiled.

“Are you sure? I can stay, Tony. If you need help with anything, anything at all.”

“Yeah, I think we’re just going to have some quiet time. Watch Peter Pan and snuggle. I might even join him for his nap,” Tony sighed, never stopping the rocking motion as Peter snuggled close to her.

“Okay, that’s good. You two need to rest. But we’re having dinner as a family. No excuses,” The Colonel said sternly, eyeing Tony with all his concern still evident.

“Pizza,” Peter murmured sleepily against his mother’s neck, causing the two adults to chuckle.

“You got it, buddy. Take care of your mommy, I’ll see you two for dinner,” Rhodey said fondly before sparing Tony another look.

“Bye uncle whodey,” Peter sighed sleepily and let his eyes flutter shut.

“See you later, platypus,” Tony smiled, causing her best friend to nod and walk away.

Tony softly shut her door and carried Peter to her bed. She lied the boy down and ran the towel gently across his bare skin and through his damp curls. Tony was surprised that the boy was allowing her to even put him down, to begin with, but she figured she wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth and proceed cautiously and quickly.

It took her no time at all to lather the boy in baby lotion and stick him in a pull-up that Rhodey so graciously provided. Easily enough, she wrangled her boy into little grey sweatpants and his new favorite War Machine shirt. Tony shook her head with a smile on her face, of course, that’d be the shirt he’d pick out for her son to nap in. Tony then set aside the bottle of lotion and hung the hooded towel to dry on the door of her bathroom before climbing into her bed and cuddling close with her son.

“J, play the movie, with a volume that’s mindful of a sleeping baby,” She said softly. With that, Peter Pan began playing quietly.

“Not a baby,” Peter mumbled from where his face was buried in his mother’s shirt. The boy readjusted and scooted until he was laying chest to chest with Tony, like he was earlier by the pool, his cheek smooshed beside the arc reactor.

“You’re my baby, tesoro,” Tony hummed and began running her fingers through the boy’s still slightly damp curls, “You’ll always be my baby boy.”

Tony was so content she could almost forget entirely that the Avengers were still in the tower, probably wondering why she just up and left their bonding sesh. She could practically ignore the remnants of the anxiety and dread lingering in her chest and stomach. All Tony could feel at that moment was Peter. She could feel his weight on her chest, his breath tickling her skin, his little hand grabbing a handful of her shirt and his hair through her fingers. The billionaire buried her nose in his curls and immersed herself in the moment. Pepper and Rhodey were both in town, and they were going to have dinner like a family. Her family was home and it was warm. Warmer than an Afghan cave and an empty Malibu mansion. And best of all, her baby was right here with her, in their home, safe and sound. And that was more than she could have ever asked for.

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