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[dutchsbigolhands]

Heart of Thorns

Chapter 3

Word count: 3.7k

tags: nsfw, smut, sex, mirror sex, bdsm, shibari, rope, bondage, spanking, fingering

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“I’m not sure I see the point,” you said, watching yourself in the mirror as Dutch pulled a rope around your torso. You, of course, didn’t mind letting him tie you up in this harness of sorts, but you weren’t sure you understood why.

“The same point as everything else we do,” Dutch explained, his hands grazing your bare skin as he pulled the rope tight across your body. “For pleasure.”

“You find this pleasurable?”

“I do,” he stated as a simple fact. “The same pleasure an artist gets from painting or an author from writing.” You hummed at him, beginning to understand and relaxing into his touch a bit more.

You followed his hands as they expertly wrapped the rope around you. He tied the knots swiftly and decisively. You were mesmerized watching his deft fingers drift across your skin with the rope.

He extended the harness downwards, bringing the rope to shape your hips and wrap around your thighs. You gasped softly when his warm hands grazed over the soft skin of your inner thighs. It was becoming much more clear to you why he enjoyed this, but you grew more confused as to why you did.

When he finished, he ran the back of his hand down your back, no longer grasping the rope. You admired yourself in the mirror, following the rope around your form. The red fabric stood out against your skin, coming down from your shoulders to a point just below your breasts. You lost yourself in your reflection and you almost missed Dutch matching your actions. His eyes scoured your body with rapture. He admired his work with the confidence of a skilled painter.

“Now if you’re looking for a more practical use…” he paused, pulling an armchair up to the mirror. You stood still, watching him as he sat down in the chair behind you. He ran his fingertips over your ass to your hips, making you shudder at his touch.

Suddenly, he grabbed a hold of the rope gracing your hips and yanked, pulling you down into his lap. You yelped, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you felt his breath hot against your ear, “Leverage.”

You shivered, your heart racing from being, quite literally, swept off your feet. You found yourself in the mirror again, noticing your face flushed with red.

“Do you like it, my dear?” He asked, rough fingertips grazing your exposed skin. You turned to look at him. Not the him in the mirror, him.

He looked up at you with parted lips, his face unusually soft. His dark eyes stared into yours, freezing you in place like a deer in the headlights. You nodded silently at him, your mouth suddenly dry and unable to form words. Dutch blinked a few times and you noticed the ever-so subtle curl to his lips.

He grabbed your chin gently, and you genuinely expected him to kiss you. To pull you in and kiss you hard. But instead, he redirected your gaze away from him.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror, darling,” he said softly. When you saw yourself in the mirror again, wrapped up in rope, those longing thoughts creeping into your mind quickly dissipated. You didn’t want to linger on them for too long anyways.

The hand on your chin released and slowly made its way down your body. As it approached your middle, you parted your thighs, spreading yourself open for you and Dutch to see. You gasped softly when a finger grazed over your folds. He slowly drug that finger through your slit, causing you to let out a soft groan.

“Already wet…” Dutch mused, his low voice rumbling against your back. “I guess you really do like my work.”

You hummed in response, willing your legs apart through Dutch’s teasing. He always seemed to know exactly how to get you warmed up. Between his smooth tongue and clever hands, you’d be dripping by the time he was ready to take you.

Your mind began to grow hazy as he worked lazy circles around your clit. As you watched his hand work you in the mirror, you began to take a good look at the tattoos you could see on his forearm. From what you’ve seen, both of his arms were absolutely covered, but you hadn’t gotten a good chance to look them over. Your eyes traced a snake that wound around his forearm then disappeared behind his sleeve rolled around his elbow. You caught a glimpse of an intricate pattern on the back of his hand that worked you, but couldn’t quite make out what it was. You made a mental note to try to look at it later.

Your admiration of his tattoos ended abruptly as he slipped two of his fingers into you. You yelped and grasped onto his forearm. Your nails dug into the skin that bared the ink you’d been admiring seconds ago. You expected him to scold you, to stop or something, but he didn’t. All he made of it was a shuddered exhale that made your hair stand on end. Out of aggravation? Or out of satisfaction? You could never tell with him.

You found yourself grateful he didn’t make you release his arm as you relished the feeling of his hard muscle flexing under your fingertips as he slid his fingers in and out of you. His other hand ghosted up your torso and wrapped around your throat gently. It forced your eyes to yours in the mirror, but you had to look away, the sight of your expression too flustering to look at.

Dutch’s hand squeezed your throat and snapped your head back to your reflection. “Keep your eyes on the mirror,” he commanded, voice deep in your ear. Your face flooded with heat, finding your eyes in the mirror again. “Watch what I do to you.”

The sight overwhelmed you as you watched your blissful expression: lidded eyes, arched back, parted lips. The way Dutch’s arms wrapped around your body only graced by lines of rope wasn’t unlike the way that dark snake wrapped around his forearm. A true spectacle of what Dutch did to you.

That image would forever be ingrained in your memory.

He continued to work his fingers, even stretching you further with a third. Anytime your eyes would drift away from the mirror, he would guide you right back, making sure you saw exactly what he did. You lost yourself in the sight of your own pleasure as an orgasm crept up on you.

“You want to cum darling?” Dutch played into your ear, picking up on your quickened breath and increasingly loud moans.

“Ah- yessir,” you squeaked, legs trembling and hands clutching onto his arm. He slowed just enough to make sure your climax was just out of reach.

“Beg,” he growled. You whimpered, desperate, but not quite enough to beg.

“N-no, I-”

“No?” Dutch interjected. He suddenly removed his hands from you, making adrenaline shoot through your veins. He’d been so soft with you tonight your clouded mind had forgotten who was in charge. And you’d just told him no. How could you have been so stupid?

You were just about to mutter your apologies before Dutch shoved you out of his lap and kicked the armchair away with a screech. You caught yourself with your hands on the, thankfully, soft rug. He got to his knees behind you, that normally submissive gesture seeming commanding when he did it. He pushed your neck down, forcing your cheek to meet the rug. The soft plush against your cheek provided a small bit of comfort to your racing heartbeat.

“Stay like this, don’t move,” Dutch ordered gravely.

“I’m sorry-”

“Too late sweetheart.” He took the hand from your neck and sat up. You craned your neck to watch him in the mirror from your position. He towered over you, even on his knees. His large hands splayed over your back, smoothing over your skin and the rope around it down to your ass.

Then he smacked, hard. You cried out, eyes squeezing shut. The sting wasn’t bad after a second, but then another smack came to make it worse. Then another and another.

You whimpered, every strike feeling worse than the last. He didn’t do too many, no more than ten, but it felt like he’d never stop. When he finally finished, though, your ass felt horribly sore, the cold air of the room only adding to it. Then his warm hands came to smooth over your sore skin, soothing the sting with what had just caused it.

“Learned your lesson?” Dutch asked with a hint of playfulness to his voice. For a second, you debated saying no again, just to see what would happen. But then anxiety surged through you as you realized you shouldn’t test your luck like that. You always had a way out, you knew that, but you’d rather not have to be rescued from a deep hole you dug yourself.

“Yes sir,” you whined breathlessly. “I-I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” Dutch laughed, continuing to rub your sore skin.

“I don’t think I believe you,” he said, removing his hands from you. You whined and wiggled your hips, beckoning them back as the sting returned. You heard him undo his belt and froze, suddenly burning with desire.

“Somehow you always seem to break my rules,” he mused, his hands returning to the still-sensitive skin of your ass. “Three simple rules you insist on breaking.” He leaned over you, his voice hovering right over your ear. “But how can you break my rules if you can’t even think, my dear?”

“Ah- please,” you whined, face flooded with embarrassment and desperation.

“Oh, now you want to beg…” he taunted, leaning back on his knees. “I don’t want another damn word out of you unless it’s my name or sir, got it?”

Your heart raced, feeling the effects of his words through your whole body. You nodded your head slowly, trying to comply with his wishes. His cock soon prodded at your entrance and you willed yourself to relax for him.

He slowly pushed himself into your overly wet cunt with a tight grip around your waist. As you gasped and entangled your fingers into the rug, you watched his tightly knit eyebrows in the mirror. He didn’t waste any time after fully sheathing himself in you. He hooked his fingers through the rope gracing your hips and slowly pulled you back and forth on his cock. You mewled as you listened to his shortened breaths as he took in the feeling of your walls around him.

But that slow pace soon grew unsatisfying for him, so he placed his palms on the rug on either side of your head and slammed his hips forward. You squeezed your eyes shut and buried your face into the softness of the rug as he thrust himself so deeply within you. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced your head back up to meet your own reflection in the mirror.

“Oh look at you darling,” Dutch teased, his hard thrusts making your jaw hang open and your eyes roll back. “So so beautiful.”

Your heart tightened at his words, expecting anything but beautiful. But you didn’t have the capacity to mull it over as his pace only accelerated, his cock hitting you deeper and deeper, making you moan into your reflection.

You found Dutch in the mirror and noticed how his eyes were fixated on yours, watching your every reaction to him with rapture. His jaw clenched tightly, his teeth bared into a snarl almost. He had a horrible, wild look in his eyes that went straight to the pressure building in your core.

You moaned his name over and over, as if it was the only word you knew, and at the moment it probably was. This only encouraged him further, chasing his own release as yours was just within reach. With only a few more hard thrusts, an orgasm ripped through you, making you shake and your walls flutter around his cock.

“Mmm, such a good little whore,” he growled at you, pace unrelenting through your intense pleasure. He’d never called you that before, and it honestly did something horribly twisted to you. You were sure no one else could call you that and live to tell the tale.

It wasn’t long before he was cumming deep within you, filling you with what you craved. You continued to whimper and moan as he stalled and let out his own growls and shuddered breaths. As he came down, that primal look in his eyes faded. You practically melted into the carpet as he pulled out slowly and ran a gentle hand over your back.

“You alright darling?” He asked, picking up on your silence.

“Mm, yes,” you responded, squirming a little. “Just wanna stay here a minute.”

“Sure,” he said gently, running his fingers slowly through your hair. “Take as much time as you need.”

You didn’t stay as long this time, but not because you didn’t want to. Dividing your time between work and school was never easy, but it was especially hard to choose school this time. Dutch untied your rope harness, muttering small praises as he did, and every brush of his hand beckoned you to stay. But reluctantly, you left, leaving behind the comforting atmosphere you would have shared on the couch.

Even as you sat in your cramped, messy apartment, you felt as if you were still there. As if Dutch was a few feet away, watching you type your paper. You had to look behind you, just to confirm he wasn’t, in fact, there. You knew he wouldn’t be, but a sigh (one of relief or disappointment?) left you when he wasn’t. You shook your head as you looked back at your laptop.

As you were typing away, trying to get out of your own head, you jumped at the sound of your phone buzzing. Your heart leapt, immediately assuming it was Dutch asking you to come back. You wanted it so badly to be, you fumbled with your phone to see the message. You exhaled as you saw it was just Mary

Can I crash at your place tonight?

It wasn’t uncommon for her to ask you this. Her parents were quite cruel to her, holding her up to a golden, impossible standard, so she needed to get away for a while sometimes. Of course, you were happy to let her stay. Her parents must have been pretty damn bad if she wanted to sleep in your shitty apartment instead of an actual mansion.

Yeah, no problem

You put your phone back down and wrapped up the paragraph you were on before stowing away your laptop. You tried to clean up a bit since you didn’t exactly live the cleanest. It was hard to keep an already cluttered apartment looking clean anyways, so why try? Between work and school, you didn’t find much motivation to clean anyways.

Within the hour, Mary was at your door. She looked much different than she usually did. Her hair easy tied in a loose bun and her eyes looked tired and lost. The makeup she’d been wearing earlier was also wiped from her face. You were sure not many others got to see her so vulnerable.

You offered her a warm smile as you welcomed her in. She thanked you and plopped down onto your old couch that would be her bed. You don’t know how she slept on that thing, but she found a way.

“There’s no way that couch is better than your bed,” you said with a laugh, sitting down across from her on your bed. She laid down, resting her head on the armrest and let out a deep sigh.

“It is because it’s miles away from my parents,” she said with a cynical tone.

“What happened this time?” You asked, offering a careful ear. You felt it was the least you could do.

“Just the usual ‘we raised you better’ and ‘good luck finding a real job’,” she said, making you frown. God, her parents were harsh. You knew for a fact she worked harder than anybody in that damn school, but to her parents it was never enough. And it hurt to know that her parents didn’t want her to end up like you.

College was the only way to get a “real” job now. If you didn’t do that, you’d fall into the drug empire, sex work, or some other highly dangerous gig. They weren’t really illegal, nothing was as long as you made money. However, it still wasn’t the average person’s ideal profession.

And it wasn’t yours either, of course. You just needed a way to pay for your horribly expensive college and rent. Unlike Mary, you didn’t have anyone to rely on for money, so you found it yourself. Once you finally finished college in only two short years, you’d quit and become a nurse. Hopefully then, you could move out of your shitty apartment and get a better place. God you hoped…

“That’s messed up, I’m so sorry Mary,” you said, trying to offer your sympathy. She sighed again.

“I know, thank you,” she said with a little more warmth in her voice. She was silent for a moment before speaking again. “I’m sort of worried about them…” There was a sadness in her voice that strained your heart.

“Worried?” Why’s that?” You asked, furrowing your brows.

“The robberies… I’m afraid my parents may end up being a target,” she said. You knew what she was talking about, there’s been far more robberies lately attacking some of the larger corporations and their branches. Some banks even, despite the heavy security that guarded them.

It was strange, you thought. There were plenty of other ways to make money, especially in the drug business, so why result to stealing it? Were they just that greedy? Or was there some sort of ulterior motive?

“I think they’re hitting Cornwall Co. and the other huge brands. I don’t think your parents are quite rich enough for them,” you said with a soft laugh.

Mary returned your laugh and shrugged, ”you’re probably right, it’s just in the back of my mind.” She looked up at the ceiling in thought and the two of you fell silent again. A mutual, comfortable silence.

“I think I need a distraction,” she said, sitting up and looking at you. “Tell me about that person that keeps distracting you.”

The edge of her lips turned up into a smirk as your heart skipped a beat. Shit.

“Uhmm,” you started, your face turning red with embarrassment. For a moment, Dutch didn’t exist, but now you had to think about him again. You had to tell her something, you didn’t want to prolong it even more especially when she already was having a shitty night. But you couldn’t tell her the truth. At least not the whole truth.

“I guess I’ve been seeing someone,” you started. Wasn’t a lie yet, you have been seeing Dutch, just not in the typical way people see each other.

“Oh?” She teased. “Who is it? Is it serious?” Your hands fidgeted nervously with each other.

“You wouldn’t know him, I met him at a bar,” you said, still not lying. “And it’s not serious, not really. I’m not sure I want it to go anywhere.”

“Are you kidding?!” She asked with a laugh. “Your face goes red every time you get a text from him, and even just talking about him–you’re nervous. That means you like him.”

Your heart accelerated. She was onto your anxiety, but of course, was wrong about the reason. But you could work with that. You didn’t like Dutch, of course, not in the way she suggested. She made it sound like you had a schoolgirl crush, which couldn’t be further from the truth. You enjoyed his presence and your mutual activities… but nothing more than that.

“I-I just can’t be in a relationship right now,” you answered. It was the truth too. Commitment meant no work, which meant no money. So even if someone came along that you did like, it couldn’t happen.

Mary shrugged, looking at the floor. “I guess that’s fair, but sometimes you need to take a chance. You should chase those feelings, see where it leads you.” Her statement did make you think for a moment. Right now, your relationship with Dutch was purely transactional with a few added bonuses, and to include your complicated feelings would ruin what you had. And you didn’t intend on losing that.

“I don’t know…” you said with a sigh. “Maybe you’re right, but I’ll have to think about it.” And perhaps you would think about it. You knew it was easy to misread things with how deeply he pleased you then offered you several courtesies afterwards. Maybe it actually meant something considering he was the only one who did that for you.

“Just keep me updated… I’ve never seen you show interest in anyone,” Mary said with a small giggle.

“Because I don’t want a relationship!” You retorted, growing flustered. Mary laughed back at you, only adding to the red on your face.

“Love finds a way…” Mary said, making you roll your eyes.

“Whatever, I’ll keep you updated, just don’t make a big deal out of it… because it’s not a big deal really.”

Mary laughed again before, thankfully, steering the conversation elsewhere. You both grew more tired as you talked about your shared classes before soon deciding to go to bed. Within the next hour, you were both asleep to the noisy sounds of the city.

And it seemed that not even in sleep could you escape Dutch, as you dreamt of him.

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[novaiya]

Diamonds & Rust Part II Preview

A/N: Finally finished D&R. It’s solid 7.7k of fluff, smut and angst. Anddd, it’s not the end lol There will also be part three. Part 2 will come out in the next two days. If you’re new, you can check out Part 1 here. Oh, and Roy is the husband’s name.

“What’s her name?” he asked after a few moments of silence.

“Lily.”

“Beautiful name,” he said. “How old is she?”

“Three,” you said, knowing very well where this was going. 

“Is she mine?” His voice was calm and reticent despite the fact that his mind was racing so fast he thought he was going to faint no matter what your answer was.

You closed your eyes, letting the weight of his question wash over you. The question that was lingering in the air since the moment your daughter was born, and that only became stronger when Arthur came today, was finally asked. To your own surprise, you felt yourself relax after a few seconds had passed. With the question being finally asked, you could feel the weight of it lifted from your shoulder.

“I don’t know,” you said, turning your head away

“What do you mean you don’t know?” he returned, somewhat exasperated.

“I don’t know, Arthur,” you repeated, your voice more stern, but still hushed as to not wake anyone up. “I don’t know.” You lowered your head before speaking again. “I don’t know. Roy and I were trying during that time.”  

You held yourself in your hands, your head hanging low. About three years ago, Roy and you have been trying for months to get pregnant. Nothing was happening, until suddenly, it did. Roy was overjoyed, feeling that Isis has finally shined her light on the two of you. You, however, knew it took more than an Egyptian goddess of fertility to bring you to the situation at hand. Right away, you did the math, and despite how much you tried to tell yourself that the days could be a little bit off, the numbers didn’t lie. It only became more apartment when your daughter was born; within a few days, you could see traces of him in her; her light hair, her blue eyes. Even her lips and nose looked like his. She was a visual reminder, everyday, of what you and Arthur could have had.

“She looks like me, you know,” Arthur said, walking around to stand in front of you, his proximity making your heartbeat quicken like it always did.

“I know,” you said, your voice barely audible.

“What if she’s mine?”

You didn’t say anything, keeping your head low and your eyes focused on the ground until you felt his hand, soft and warm on your cheek, making you look up. 

You felt enveloped in his love as you looked into his eyes. They were soft, and warm, and inviting as he looked at you, and without saying anything, they offered shelter from all the worries of life.

His thumb traced your lower lip, and you involuntarily opened opened your mouth, gasping. He stepped a little bit closer, pushing you against the counter with his body. You could feel all of him against you, the thin material of his union suit not leaving an inch of space between the two of you.

“I missed you,” he said. 

He pressed his lips softly against yours, giving you a chance to slip away if you so desired to. You didn’t, waving your hands in his hair and bringing him closer instead, deepening the kiss. You hated yourself for not being stronger, for not resisting your inner desires. You hated how with just a touch, he had you under his control. His hands ran down your sides, following your curves from your chest over your waist and to your hips, stopping there. One of your hands reached out to touch his cheek, feeling a light stubble there (he went to you right away after finishing a mission, not having a chance to even shave) You remembered the night the two of you shared three years ago, how the feeling of his lips lingered on your for months after. 

You wanted to get lost in the kiss, in him, but suddenly, a voice coming from the stairs pulled you out of your reverie, and the two of you broke apart as fast as you came together. You were slightly panting, both from the kiss and from the rush of anxiety at being caught. 

You looked up at the stairs from where the voice was coming, and after a few moments-

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[meloncholor]

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Easing of Tension

Escuella

Please take a look at the intro for more info! Tags and summary are there. Thanks <3

Introduction

Can you guess who my close second to Dutch is??

Word count: 3097

You sat down at the table, giving a serious look to the man sitting adjacent to you. He flashed a smile, the one that usually drew you in and made you relax. However, today, you didn’t relent. You had business to do.

“You okay, amiga?” He asked, no doubt noticing his unreturned smile. Javier kept his charismatic charade up, making it hard to question him. You sighed.

“Dutch is trying to keep a secret from me,” you said. It ended up sounding much more serious than it actually was. Maybe it would work to your advantage, though, as Javier’s smile faltered a bit. “Would you know anything about that?”

Javier shook his head and leaned on the table, “I haven’t talked to him all that much since Blackwater.”

You grunted and sat back in your chair. You could press him more, but Javier was your friend, dare you say. However the frustration was starting to build up the longer you went without knowing.

“You look like you could use a drink, cariño,” He said suddenly. He called you that name quite often, but you’d never asked what it meant. Maybe he just assumed you already knew. You just hoped it wasn’t anything bad.

“I don’t know, it’s pretty early,” you said, glancing around the camp to see if anyone else had busted into some alcohol already. Javier waved his hand.

“Ah whatever, you know Bill will get into it if we don’t,” Javier said with a snicker. You chuckled, letting your serious demeanor melt away. With how close you were with Javier, it was hard to keep up the charade for so long.

“Alright fine,” you said and Javier stood, going to grab a bottle of whiskey.

Lost in your thoughts at the table, you didn’t see Javier pass by Dutch’s tent, giving him a knowing look and a small nod. The exchange that passed notified Dutch that you were still in the dark, and that you’d continue to squirm imagining who it could be. The thought drove both of the men absolutely wild, but they wouldn’t set that free until they got their hands on you.

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You decided to sleep off your slight buzz after spending the early afternoon with Javier. Your search wasn’t getting anywhere anyways, so you took advantage of your dazed state to get some sleep. Without intoxication, sleep would be damn near impossible.

When you woke, you felt better, even without a usual headache. You stretched out on the cot and opened your eyes, greeted by Dutch sitting across from you.

“Good, you’re awake,” Dutch said, standing. “You were out for quite a while.”

You smiled up at Dutch, letting him hold you with his eyes. You did notice it was dark outside now, but you weren’t quite sure what time it was.

“Sorry, guess I was sleepy,” you said with a laugh. Dutch reached down and grazed your cheek with the back of his hand. Your breathing stopped for a moment, losing yourself in the soft gesture.

Then you suddenly remembered the events of the afternoon. You never found out who it was, but chances are you were going to find out soon.

You sat up suddenly, looking around the tent for the guest. Dutch snickered next to you.

“He’s not here yet, calm down,” he said, sitting back down across from you. You huffed and laid down again.

It felt like an eternity staring at the tent in silence before you heard someone approach. You alerted at the sound, sitting up with a start. Your heart skipped a beat as you instantly recognized the man that walked in.

“Amiga~” he said as he met your eyes. You were stunned. For it to be someone you didn’t know that well was one thing, but for it to be one of your closest friends…

“Javi…” you breathed out the nickname you’d given him. You trembled, suddenly overcome by anxiety and doubt.

“Don’t look so scared, cariño,” he responded, slowly taking a seat next to you on the cot. His words calmed you as well as his body heat when he got close enough you could feel it. You were really going to do this.

“Don’t call her that,” Dutch said suddenly. You and Javier both looked at him, confused.

“What does it mean?” You asked. Dutch stood, sauntering over to the cot.

“Darling,” Dutch said, crossing his arms. “Or dear, something like that.”

“Since when did you know Spanish?” Javier asked with a laugh.

“I know very little,” he explained. “But cut that out, she’s my darling.” You frowned. Dutch was right, and it’s not like you didn’t enjoy being his darling, but you loved hearing the name on Javier’s tongue. It made you feel special.

“But I like it,” you said. The men looked at you, Dutch with furrowed eyebrows and Javier a smirk.

“But she likes it, Dutch,” Javier repeated with a laugh. You blushed at him with a gentle smile as Dutch let out a frustrated grunt.

“Alright, she’s the boss I guess,” Dutch said, waving his hand. “Now get on with it before I change my mind."

The air left your lungs when Javier reached out to push a strand of hair out of your face, so when his lips met yours, you thought you would faint. It was a gentle kiss, one of uncertainty, but it was enough to make you let go. You’d give yourself up for tonight.

The kiss slowly escalated to lips fighting hungrily against each other. You whined against him, admiring the way his lips felt on yours. They were surprisingly soft, drawing your lips in to him more and more.

You gasped when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, lapping at your own and mixing your saliva together. You melted into his grasp and pulled him in closer by the collar of his shirt. He simply couldn’t be close enough, but you compromised for your position with your hands clasped around the back of his neck.

His hair that poked out from the twine that held it together grazed your hand, tickling your knuckles. You shivered, imagining your hands tousling his long hair that must've gone to his shoulders when released.

You decided to make this a reality as you slowly pulled the string out of his hair, releasing the strands into his face. Javier shuddered and pulled away, gazing at you with lidded eyes and a soft smile. The way he looked with his hair framing his face made your heart leap.

“Oh, mi amour,” he breathed. The new name went straight through you to the heat pooling between your legs. You hadn’t a clue what it meant, but it was the endearing way he muttered it to you that struck you. You pulled him back in by his shoulders, eager to feel his lips once again.

It seemed the two of you were content to simply kiss until the sun came up, but Dutch was, of course, getting impatient. When you felt the weight of Dutch climbing onto the cot behind you, you broke away from Javier, startled. Dutch’s fingertips ghosted up your sides making you shiver.

“Don’t forget who you belong to darling,” Dutch muttered into your ear. You whined at the feeling of them both touching you so gently: Javier holding your cheek and Dutch caressing your sides. Which one did you belong to again?

You then felt Dutch’s hand at your back, between your shoulders. He pushed, hard, sending you straight into Javier. His back hit the cot and you were left over top of him, both of you laughing at each other. You both adjusted until you were straddling his waist before smashing your lips together again.

As Javier tangled himself in you, you felt the hem of your skirt being tugged down. You broke away briefly as Dutch pulled the fabric over your ass and down to your thighs. You gasped, feeling the air of the night grazing your sensitive cunt. Javier ran his fingers through your hair, pulling you back into him.

"Eyes on me, amiga,” he purred. You smiled into his dark eyes, pupils wide with arousal. You admired his features as much as you could. You’d never seen him this closely before and certainly not at this angle. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you did: the same ones you’d felt when you’d first started with Dutch long ago.

Suddenly you felt Dutch’s fingers run through your folds. You gasped at the sudden sensation and Javier hummed softly at you. Dutch’s fingers circled around your clit, causing you to moan into Javier who was loving every noise you gave him. You rested your head on Javier’s shoulder, but arched your back to make sure Dutch still had access.

“What beautiful noises you make,” Javier cooed, caressing your face and drinking in the repeated noises you made. Dutch then pressed two of his fingers into your slick entrance making you exclaim into the crook of Javier’s neck. Javier grabbed you suddenly and pulled you in, pressing his lips hard against yours.

You moaned into his mouth and tangled your fingers in his hair, messing up the long strands. When Dutch’s fingers hit just right, you tugged at his hair, mostly involuntarily. Javier pulled away and gasped at you. You clenched your jaw, afraid you’d done something wrong, but Javier smiled devilishly at you.

“Cariño…” he purred. No, you were mistaken, he enjoyed that. You pushed your lips to his again and found that Javier’s grew more intense. He kissed you as if he was starving for you. The world spun around you, feeling nothing else but the two men around you.

You were suddenly pulled away from Javier by a strong hand wrapped around your throat. You squealed as Dutch pulled you flush against his chest, making your head float with the grasp around your neck. You squirmed against him and felt Javier’s desperate hands run up your thighs.

“Seems to me you’re getting a little carried away,” Dutch taunted, breath hot against your ear. You whimpered in his grasp. It had surprised you how easy and pleasurable it was to be intimate with Javier, so you couldn’t imagine how Dutch felt seeing the two of you fit together so well.

“C’mon Dutch,” Javier tried, still laying on his back, his hair a mess. “After tonight she’s all your again.”

Dutch paused as Javier trailed his fingertips up and down your thighs. You weren’t sure how much time passed, but you were content in your position: being held by Dutch sitting on top of Javier. The way Javier looked at you was enough in itself to drive you wild.

“Go ahead darling,” Dutch breathed as he slowly released you. You silently thanked him before finding Javier’s belt beneath you. He groaned as you worked to get his cock free. And when you did, your heart leapt out of your chest. He was throbbing with need. And all from you.

With your eyes on Javier’s you ran your hands carefully over his shaft. He let out a long groan just at your gentle touch and you couldn’t help but smile. He could act as confident as he wanted, but he wasn’t used to this.

After a deep breath, you moved over him, carefully aligning his cock with your entrance. You glanced at Javier, waiting for him to stop you, but, thankfully, he didn’t. So you slid down onto his cock and you both let out a loud moan as you took in whole length within you.

You breathed heavily, waiting for Javier to open his tightly closed eyes before continuing. After letting out a few muted moans, his eyes fluttered open and found yours. He flashed his usual confident smile, but with a deep red painting his cheeks.

“Go ahead, cariño,” he said breathlessly. “Don’t worry about me.” You smiled warmly back at him and began to grind your hips. He moaned with his lips tightly pushed together, obviously trying to mute his noises. A swell of pride ran through you as you moved his cock in and out of you.

You let out a shuddered breath when Dutch’s hands made themselves known at your waist. He snaked his hands under the fabric of your shirt until he found your breasts. He teased the sensitive buds he found, pinching and rolling them gently. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, the sensations of the two men starting to overwhelm you.

Dutch began to plant wet kisses to your neck only adding to the swirl of pleasure and arousal you felt. You reached back and held onto Dutch’s cheek.

“Mmm, Dutch,” you breathed. If Dutch was good at anything, it was teasing. He’d get you so worked up before actually doing anything with you. He knew just how to wind you up.

The movement of your hips slowed as your focus slipped away from you. Dutch grunted into your neck, then moved his hands teasing your breasts to your waist. He grabbed hard onto you and guided you up and down on Javier’s cock.

You whined, falling forward and bracing yourself on Javier’s chest. Dutch moved your hips quicker than you’d been going before, making you shake with pleasure. The sudden speed seemed to catch Javier off guard too, as his nails dug into your thighs and he let out his previously suppressed moans.

Javier muttered something in Spanish, what you could only assume was profanities or something horribly vulgar by his tone.

“Javi,” you whined, needing to know what he said, but he only continued his string of curses. Dutch chuckled and leaned into your ear.

“You don’t want to know what he said, sweetheart,” he played, sending a thrill down your spine. You swore under your breath, frustrated, but too distracted to take it any further.

“Ah- ven aquí, ven aquí!” Javier exclaimed, releasing your thighs and wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you down against his chest. Dutch’s hands lost you in the process, but you didn’t need his guidance anymore as Javier began to thrust upwards into you.

You exclaimed all sorts of profanities at Javier, your mind going completely blank as it overflowed with lust. You pressed your forehead against his, mouth hung open, releasing your moans directly into him.

You were taken off guard by his ferocity and strength as he held you close to his chest. Your fingers found his hair again, grasping and pulling at the strands desperately. In your lustful state, being thrust into oblivion, you were surprised you heard the sound of Dutch undoing his belt. It served as a brief reminder of who exactly you were loyal to, but that didn’t matter to you at all. You just wanted Javier to fuck you hard until you just couldn’t take it anymore and Dutch could figure it out.

“Mi amour, mi vida…” Javier breathed endearingly into you. You whined, your orgasm just within reach. He had to keep going. You might just crumble to pieces if he didn’t.

“F-fuck, don’t stop, please!” you cried, hoping to communicate your desperation. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, half paying attention to if it hurt him or not. Javier chuckled between moans.

“I- ah- I don’t th-think I could,” Javier said breathlessly, his words turning to his native tongue soon after. You went limp in his arms as your climax grew closer and closer. You were whimpering and whining straight into Javier’s ear, only encouraging him even more.

When your orgasm finally hit you, every muscle you had tensed. You gripped Javier’s hair roughly and clamped down on his cock like a vice. It was enough to make Javier cry out and push deep inside you one last time. He groaned loudly as he came, adding to the cries you made as you continued to shake and come down from your own.

You’d barely noticed the sound of Dutch coming yourself and the feeling of his seed hitting your ass under the show that you and Javier put on. You slowly rolled your hips up, letting Javier’s cock fall from your cunt.

You hummed in satisfaction, feeling so loved at that moment. Javier holding you tight against his chest and Dutch admiring the mess he’d just made on you. This was bliss.

“Cariño,” Javier spoke, his voice soft and comforting: bring your back to reality. “That was amazing.” You nuzzled into his neck, bathing in that moment and not wanting him to let you go.

“Thank you,” you purred weakly, too out of breath to say much more. He ran his fingers through your hair, only fueling the warm fuzzy feeling spreading in your chest. Then a soft sensation began over your ass as Dutch cleaned up his mess. Oh you could stay like this forever.

“Perhaps we should let Mr. Escuella go back to his tent, my dear,” Dutch said behind you. You grunted and clutched onto the fabric of Javier’s shirt. You wanted to fall asleep right where you were, but you knew you couldn’t. But maybe you could just stay here for a bit longer?

“It’s okay,” Javier said softly, brushing some hair out of your face. “Let Dutch take care of you now.”

You hummed, his words much too soothing. As much as you wanted him to stay, the thought of cuddling up with Dutch for the night was quite appealing too. Something about your love holding you so dearly as he’s done so many times before made your heart swell. So reluctantly, you sat up, letting Javier crawl out from underneath you. Dutch wrapped a warm hand around your waist and pulled you towards him in a comforting embrace.

“Until next time, cariño,” Javier said after collecting himself. You smiled warmly with a pink tint to your cheeks and waved him goodbye. When he disappeared behind the canvas, you let out a disappointed sigh, but let yourself melt into Dutch’s embrace.

He held you close as he laid down on his side on the bed, pulling you into his chest and caressing your hair.

“We may need to talk about your relationship with Mr. Escuella,” Dutch said with a laugh. You laughed with him with embarrassment rising to your cheeks. Tonight really brought your repressed feelings for Javier to the surface for all to see, including yourself.

“Tomorrow,” you mumbled, shifting in Dutch’s arms to a comfortable sleeping position. “I’m tired.”

With only a small grunt of protest from Dutch, you both drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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