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This is a collection of my all of my fics written as pairings for fictional male characters who did not have enough content to justify being on their own masterlists. All NSFW fics are marked as SMUT!
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A Halo Of Holly Part 1 & Part 2 WITH MARCUS MORENO (Pedro Pascal) from We Can Be Heroes (2019) | 1.3k & 2.3k words | 1940′s Christmas AU you are a single mother and your sons best friend has a handsome single father, so isn’t falling in love fated?
Day Twenty Two: Thigh Riding WITH CAPTAIN QUINN MCKENNA (Boyd Holbrook) from Predators (2018) | 1.3k words | hunting a hyper deadly alien shouldn’t be this boring, but at least your boss is hot and pressed up against you
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Couch for Four
Dave York x Carol York x female reader x Quinn McKenna
Co-written with @absurdthirst
Rating: General audiences, but this blog is always 18+!
Word Count: 6k
Warnings: MMFF poly fam established in the fic Table for Four . Just a lil bit of fluff about PMS/PMDD. Talk of menstruation and some folks day dreaming about possible future pregnancy. Just a whole lot of fluff and Super Care Taker Dave.
Summary: When your PMS kicks in early and angry, Dave steps up to make sure you’re taken care of and comfortable. Which includes making sure Carol and Quinn are in on the plan.
Notes: I’ve been dealing with horrible PMDD for an entire two weeks now and Keri is an angel who helps me daydream about being taken care of when I feel bad. That’s all, that’s what is here. Pure self-indulgence.
It started last night, which was inconvenient but not the end of the world. Quinn was out with Carol last night and Dave was having Daddy-daughter night with his kids, so you had curled up on the couch and eaten a parsed together dinner of sad, small amounts of various leftovers, a half a Taco Bell quesadilla, a bowl of that amazing soup from the bistro down the block, and the rest of that bag of kettle corn from the vendor at the farmer’s market. It was by no means gourmet, but there was no one there to witness it so you just popped on Dirty Dancing Havana Nights for the eightieth time because you don’t care if the sequel isn’t as good, you just like to watch Diego Luna dance. Last night was not a problem. It’s this morning that’s the problem.
No amount of coffee in the world can bring you back to human when PMS wallops you out of nowhere like this, so your makeup feels painted on and your clothes feel too tight in awkward places. The breakfast sandwich that you ate on the drive to the office has somehow only made you more hungry and that has you unconsciously pouting at your desk in between phone calls and managing Dave’s many responsibilities.
You’re not getting as much done as you’d like to when you’re denying yourself the bottle of that new Sprite Lymonade – which you’ve become obsessed with – that you have stashed in the break room fridge with your name on it. You’re going to eat the goddamn salad you packed for lunch and not order a crab cake BLT and curly fries from the sandwich shop across the street for lunch. You’re going to get through work and be fine. You’re going to be normal. And only after accomplishing that will you allow yourself to go home and cry over more rom-coms and isolate yourself from your partners for a few days so they don’t worry about you.
When Dave walks into the office, he immediately knows that something is off-kilter with you. Instead of the bright, beautiful smile that signifies that you are excited to see him, your face is slightly sagging. Indicating that you aren't feeling the best and the wane, almost watery smile a dim ghost of your normal greeting. The double shot latte in his hand had been for him, but he sets it down beside your computer and smiles. "Good morning, sweetheart." He murmurs softly, figuring you might be battling with a headache or maybe even those head colds that seem to be running rampant around the office.
“Good morning.” In an effort not to have him worrying, you refocus on your computer like you’re already busy at work. “There is one phone message on your desk and you have a team meeting at 10. Any special instructions this morning?”
He frowns slightly, normally the first five or ten minutes of his day with you is spent chatting about more than instructions or messages. Something’s off with you and he wonders if you are upset that Quinn and Carol went out last night. “Nothing at all sweetheart, I know you have my schedule set for me.”
“Of course.” The electronic calendar containing his business obligations is meticulously micromanaged regardless of how crappy you yourself might feel.
“Are you alright?” He frowns slightly, shuffling closer as you pretend to be engrossed in the screen. “You aren’t upset I was with the girls last night, are you?”
“What?” It breaks your heart a little that he would even think that and you shake your head immediately. There aren’t many people in the office yet so you can reach for his hand and give a quick squeeze without fear of being spotted. “No. I’m just not feeling one hundred percent myself today. I’m fine, I promise.” That’s putting it mildly, unfortunately, but you’re a grown ass woman. It’s not like this is your first time with PMS.
“Okay.” Dave believes you, knowing that you aren’t one to lie to him. “If you need to go home, you know you can.” He doesn’t want you here if you need to be resting.
“I know.” He would never make you work if you needed to be home, probably much more lenient with you than he needs to be because he does care about you. But by the same token, caring about him is part of why you work so hard. “It’s…” There’s no use hiding anything from him. Dave York is not a man that anyone can keep secrets from. “It’s just…the usual.”
Frowning for a moment, his eyes drop down to the calendar and then he understands. “Oh.” He murmurs softly. “Okay. I understand.”
“Nothing to worry about,” you promise him. Even if it’s hitting early and hard this month, it’s still just the same old stuff that you’ve been dealing with since middle school.
He knows that’s not exactly true. Your periods seem to hit you more severely than Carol. She had explained it to him once, and Dave had been appalled that you had to go through that every month. So of course he would worry.
The fact that you have to leave your desk twice before his meeting to ride out a crying spell in the bathroom isn’t ideal, but hopefully he didn’t notice. The coffee he left you also seems to have heightened your anxiety, which only makes things harder, but it can all be managed. You worked at the fucking White House. You can handle anything. At least, that’s what you remind yourself when you’re staring at your own red eyes in the mirror on bathroom trip number three.
Dave kept his door open, watching as you leave your desk for the third time and he sighs. Standing, he walks out and to your phone to pick it up and forward the calls to his handset. Bypassing the need to have you screen his calls for him. It’s clear that this isn’t a normal day for you and he won’t treat it as such.
The blinking light on your desk phone when you get back again makes you frown, and you feel like you should be tucking your tail between your legs when you knock gently on Dave’s door and nudge it open. Apparently, you’ve been so out of it that you didn’t even realize it was cracked open. “Mr. York?” You’re formal because the other assistant in this section of the office is a busybody. “Is there a problem?”
Dave looks up from his computer and motions you to come inside. “Come on in and close the door, sweetheart,” he murmurs quietly so that only you can hear him. “No problem that can’t be fixed.”
“I’m sorry I had to step away again.” His door clicks shut behind you and you brace yourself for him to be upset or at least disappointed – which everyone knows is worse. But he is generally an understanding boss and he’s an attentive partner, so the best you can do right now is wait to find out if you’ve finally tested him too much and hope that that isn’t the case.
“You don’t need to be sorry.” Dave pushed back from his desk and pats his thigh. “Come here, sweetheart.”
The pinpricks behind your eyes are immediate, and before you can stop them they’ve boiled over into full-blown tears with messy, garbled “I’m sorry”s hiccuped in between. There’s just no way in hell that you can manage sex right now. Not emotionally or even physically – cramps having kicked in finally and joined that unwelcome cacophony of symptoms.
“Hey, hey.” Frowning, Dave immediately stands, rushing over to you to pull you against his chest. “What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.” No clue why you started crying when he wanted you to sit on his lap, he’s a little alarmed at how you are reacting. Normally you love sitting on his lap at work, though he doesn’t want to have you sit on his cock this time.
“I just—I’m really sorry—” The game is now about keeping your voice down so Fran doesn’t hear you crying from outside the door. “I can’t today. I know it’s usually not a big deal but I just don’t feel up to it.”
“What?” He shakes his head, curling you into his chest a bit more. Protective of your feelings and wanting to provide you with comfort if you need it. “No, baby, I didn’t want sex. I just wanted to hold you. Nothing more.” He promises softly.
Good job dumb ass. The voice in your head chastises immediately, though you don’t move an inch from the safety of his arms. Always gotta assume the worst. “I’m sorry,” you murmur again, softer, this time apologizing for misunderstanding. “I guess I’m a little less myself today than I thought.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He had just wanted to hold you on his lap while he worked, but now he guides you over to the sofa in the corner of his office. “I have my sweats here. Do you want to get out of your tight skirt and pantyhose?” He offers.
It would be better. You know that. It would be so much more comfortable. Dave’s sweats and workout clothes are always soft and worn in, usually the kind of thing that you would jump at wearing if the situation arose. Carol does too, and sometimes you twin it in her husband’s clothes when you spend the weekend at their house. “That…” You’re nodding even as you protest. “That would be noticeable…I’ll just say I spilled coffee on my skirt, I guess.”
“You’re going to stay in here.” Dave tells you. “I’ve already set up the heating pad.” He uses it for when his back hurts or the ache and pains that come with his job, but he knows how much Carol depends on her heating pad during her periods. “And you can sleep or read or just watch me work.”
“I don’t understand.” Probably more than a little dense from all the fog of mood swings, you feel completely dumb when you just look at him like a lost puppy.
“You aren’t feeling good sweetheart.” One hand slides down to caress your stomach. “If you won’t go home, you’re going to let me take care of you.” He prefers that actually. “I have a drawerful of your favorite snacks and no more pressing meetings today.”
You really could cry all over again, both of your hands clasping over his on your middle. Sometimes you swear he gets moony over the idea of having more kids around, but he knows that’s not in your life plan any time soon. “You’re an angel, you know that right?”
“Gotta take care of my girl.” He leans in and nudges his nose against yours. “If I don’t, Carol and Quinn will have my hide.” It’s more than just the other two being annoyed with him, he wants to take care of you. Wants to make sure that you know you are loved and supported. “You want one of those Sprite Lymonades from the fridge? You’ve been drinking a lot of them lately. I can go grab one while you change. Or some tea?”
“Those stupid sodas are so good.” Slumping a little against his side, you tuck your face into the crook of his neck and sniffle quietly. “I really appreciate this, honey…” He knows you’re never off your mark like this at work. So much so that he had no idea your periods and the accompanying symptoms were this bad until Carol had told him.
“I’ve got you.” He promises, sliding his hand around to your back and squeezing you slightly. “You go change and I’ll get you all set up for your much needed day of rest.”
He strides out the door a moment later with confidence and you snatch your purse out from under your desk to be able to have your phone and book on the couch in his office. Dave keeps his spare clothes and gym clothes in the small cabinet under the windows of his government issued office and you slip out the nondescript gray sweatpants and t-shirt that Carol got him on vacation over a decade ago. Exchanging your own clothes for his is like being wrapped in a warm York-family hug and you tuck your heels in next to the couch with your purse so you can lie down. Your partner’s clothes, a heating pad, and a book. This is the closest to comfortable that you’ve felt in two days.
If people are surprised that Dave is in the break room, they don’t show it. Most often you grab his coffee, but he fishes out his wallet to grab a couple of dollar bills to feed into the machine. He knows you will fret about not taking care of him since this is your job but Dave is a believer that as your boss and your lover, it’s also his job to take care of you. He punches the button for your desired drink and listens to it rattle around before dispensing the bottle of cold lemon-lime soda.
The electric blanket is tucked neatly against you when Dave comes back in, and you offer him a soft smile and a "Thank you" for the soda. "I'm just going to shoot Quinn a text and then order your lunch, and then I swear I'm off duty for the rest of the day." What you're actually doing is canceling on Quinn for tonight, but you'll just tell him that you're under the weather. He won't mind – it's not as though you had anything really planned. It was more of just an agreement to meet up for dinner and then see where the night took you.
“Don’t worry about that.” Dave shakes his head. “I’ll order lunch.” He promises. “Now. Do you want Oreos, a Twix, a Snickers, or the pack of those chocolate chip cookies you like?”
"You have my cookies?" Not expecting that in the least, since you had discovered them originally at a gas station of all places, you pause in writing a message to Quinn and lift your head. "You tracked down my stupid convenience store cookies?"
“I tracked down your stupid convenience store cookies.” He grins, walking over to his desk and opening the bottom draw to pull out not one, but two packs of the cookies you couldn’t find anywhere else.
“Daaaave…” There are the tears again, barely pushed back as you take the packages from him and stand up to give him a tight hug full of gratitude. “You’re so good to me.”
“You deserve it.” He promises you, kissing your hair. “Now I want you to let me know if you need anything else, okay?”
“I’m all set.” The salad you brought will keep until dinner if you eat cookies for lunch, but that has to be some kind of nutritional balance, right? “Thank you honey.”
“Of course, sweetheart.” He pulls out the blanket he sometimes uses when he’s too tired to go home late from a mission. Winking at you as he comes over to spread it out over you. “You just sit on your heating pad and look pretty.” He murmurs. “And cry if you need to. I won’t be mad about that.”
“Trust me, I won’t be able to stop myself from the way the day has been going so far.” You roll your eyes at yourself and give yourself permission to indulge in kissing him. It’s not like you haven’t done much worse on this couch, after all, but it means that you’re distracted enough to not hear Dave’s phone go off at his desk.
Once he kisses you and you are settled back against the cushions of the sofa, Dave makes his way back over to his desk. He picks up his phone and reads the text message from Quinn.
From SpaceCadet: Is she okay? She just canceled plans tonight. Said she wasn’t feeling well.
With your soda and your book you don’t even notice the way Dave’s face pinches when he looks down at his phone, finally letting your work brain turn off so you can just let yourself be distracted.
He glances over to you and starts typing out a reply. Having a bad day with her period. She’s been crying all morning. Got her camped out on the couch with a heating pad. Swing by her place and get a change of clothes and come to the house? I’m going to take her home.
From SpaceCadet: Copy that. Taking a half day and hitting the grocery store on my way there. Cooking for four or six?
Dave smirks at the reply, the girls love Quinn and he’s taken to them easily. Six. The girls are on a hot dog tear.
From SpaceCadet: Steaks for four and hot dogs for two. See you tonight.
There aren’t a lot of foods that Quinn has mastered but he can definitely feed kids and he makes a hell of a good steak. And since you had been showing him a thing or two or three in the kitchen he had really taken a new liking to cooking. So whatever he does, it’s almost guaranteed to be good.
Dave sets his phone down and glances back over to you to find you curled up with your cookies and soda, sniffing quietly as you read. It could be worse and he doesn’t want to smother you, so he turns towards his computer to knock out some emails.
******
When the end of the day comes you’ve managed a nap and a few more chapters in the novel that Carol had lent you, and you sit up on Dave’s couch still feeling burnt out and heavy with sadness despite resting all day. “I think I’m going to tuck in over the weekend,” you tell him, knowing it would be longshot to get anything done at home. Laundry and feeding yourself at most.
“That sounds good, sweetheart.” Dave nods, closing his computer down and locking his desk drawers. “Quinn’s bringing you some clothes and we are going to just veg for the weekend. Low key, relaxed and you won’t have to lift a finger.”
“Did you just say…” It takes you an extra second, but when you look back up he’s smiling in that completely self-satisfied way that he has whenever he’s plotted a surprise or knows he’s fully exhausted and satisfied you in bed. The expression that is his own little pat on the back. “You’re not letting me go home to wallow in privacy, are you?”
"Should we?" He asks, lifting a brow. "Are you telling me that I should let you go home to be alone and be miserable, stuck in your own head? Or my idea of bringing you home and letting me, Carol, and Quinn dote on you and spoil you?" If you really wanted to go home and be alone, he would let you. He just wouldn't be happy about it.
There’s guilt in your frown, and you dig your toes into the little rug runner under his sofa with a sigh. “I don’t want to spoil anyone’s good time.”
"You aren't going to spoil anything, sweetheart." It's Dave's turn to frown as he shakes his head. "We will have a perfectly good time just relaxing together. Carol knows what you are going through and Quinn and I? Well, we are good boys who do what our girls want us to." He sends you a small wink. "Even running out for your cookies."
In under thirty seconds your frown has turned into a pout with the corners of your lips distinctly turned up as you cross the office to put your arms around him again. “Thank you, love.” He’s very good at making big gestures seem small, and the longer you’re together the more natural it’s all starting to feel. Even bringing Quinn into the equation had been surprisingly simple. “I just—you know I wouldn’t ask for it. But I’m grateful to have it offered to me.”
"We will do anything for you, sweetheart." Dave reminds you, his own arms wrapping around your back and he kisses your forehead. "What do you think about letting me drive you home? Leaving your car here for the weekend?" You might want to go somewhere, but he and Quinn could always come back and get it if you need it.
“As long as it’s okay with my boss,” you flash him a grin, knowing that he doesn’t have anything on his calendar that you have to worry about this weekend and you were planning on face planting on your couch. “It sounds extremely sweet and pretty wonderful, honestly.”
"Okay, let's get out of here." Dave shoots you a grin, happy he's getting his way and you are going along with his plan. You will be pampered and taken care of. Just like you deserve to be.
******
Quinn and Carol’s cars are already in the driveway when you pull up to the house, and Dave parks in the garage beside his daughters’ bicycles. You’ve been having these family nights more often – all four adults together having dinner with his and Carol’s girls. Sometimes you’ll go to their recitals or watch movies with them all together, sometimes you’re just sitting at the kitchen table playing cards or board games while they do their homework. They’re used to you as their daddy’s assistant and friend, and now they’re used to Quinn, too. They tease you, of course, because Carol introduced him as Mommy and Daddy’s friend and your boyfriend, but it’s that cute kind of teasing that makes them giggle and sometimes ask if you’re gonna wear a big poofy dress when you get married one day. It’s harmless and sweet, and honestly you’ve really come to appreciate those moments of being a family together.
"Quinn promised to cook tonight." Dave tells you as he cuts the engine. "Steaks for us, so you know that Carol has whipped up some delicious sides and he probably bought a chocolate laden dessert."
“I owe you guys for this.” While you know that there is no point system – no one is keeping track of good deeds in this relationship the four of you have – you still know you’ll be doing extra little nice things for all of them to show them you’re thankful.
Dave scoffs but he doesn't answer, knowing that there is no point to it. Instead, he walks around the car and takes your purse and clothes from you. Keeping his hand on your back and chuckling. "Now that we are home, you can take your bra off."
“You bet your ass.” Both of you laugh and you let him sweep you into the house like a guest of honor instead of the frumpy pile of borrowed clothes and unsettled hair you are. A makeup wipe from your bag had washed away the careful face you applied this morning and while you do feel more human, you know you definitely look as tired as you feel.
"Honey." Carol immediately pops out of the kitchen, tutting and pouting at you as she sweeps in to wrap you up in a fierce hug. "You should have let Dave bring you home hours ago." She chastises you gently. "What do you need? The heating pad is already on the couch, or you can sit in the steam shower until dinner is ready."
“I’m okay,” you promise her instantly, accepting the tight hug and reminding yourself not to cry over how sweet she is. “I had the heating pad in Dave’s office all day and had a little nap while he worked. I just…” Sheepishly, you shrug a little in her arms and look around to find the girls nowhere in sight before you give Carol a kiss. “I just want to be around you guys.”
Carol pets your face, cooing against your lips softly. "We will take care of you." She promises, smiling as she pulls back. "Nothing better than two sexy men and me to dote on you when you are feeling yucky because Aunt Flo's being a cunt." She winks. "Pun intended."
“Unfortunately, she hasn’t even kicked in yet,” you laugh at the pun and let her steer you to a stool at the kitchen island. “This is just her pre show.”
"The show before the volcano." Carol winces and reaches out to rub your stomach. "I'm so sorry, love."
“I’ll be okay.” Another kiss can be stolen without too much fear, and you’re hugging her tightly when the glass door between the kitchen and the porch slides open. “Are they home? I thought I heard the car.” Quinn pops his head inside and looks around for a second before his eyes land on you with a sigh of relief. “Baby,” he sticks his lower lip out in a deep pout and immediately makes his way to your side to wind his arms around you. “Are you okay? I’m sorry you’re not feeling good.” Periods are the number one reason he’s glad he’s not a woman, and he remembers how hard his ex-wife had it when they were together but it seems like sometimes yours are even worse.
“I’m okay now.” Carol has stepped away to make room for Quinn and you hug him every bit as tightly as you hugged her. “I have the world’s best people to look after me.”
"I've got some steaks on the grill." He knows red meat is good for you during this time and he was determined to make it the best damn steak you've ever put in your mouth. "And I'm already determined to give you a foot massage later on."
"When Dave said you guys weren't going to let me lift a finger this weekend he really meant it, huh?" It never fails to make you smile, though, because you know that the love between the four of you is steady as a rock. "Thank you, baby."
“You’re welcome.” Quinn winks at you and grins. “You know that we would do anything for you.” He kisses you quickly and lets you go. “I can’t over cook the steaks or York will never let me live it down!” He calls over his shoulder as he rushes back out onto the deck.
"So how was work, love?" When you turn back to Carol at the stove, Dave has already put a cold drink in front of you and is setting the table on your other side.
“It was snotty noses and uncooperative shots.” She chuckles. “So a perfect day in my world.” She is stirring the mushroom risotto and turns to send you a happy smile. “No emergencies, so it was wonderful.”
"We love any day the pediatrician's office doesn't have to deal with broken bones, virus epidemics, or random bouts of pink eye." Carol's work always keeps her plenty busy, but she always comes out of it with a smile and you admire the hell out of her for it. "Thankfully the office was quiet today. Seems like the day was pretty okay for everybody but my uterus," you chuckle lightly.
“Your uterus is angry with you.” Carol hums. “Or maybe it’s angry at the two sexy men that continuously fuck you but never gives it what it wants.”
"You just want another baby around without having to give birth to it yourself." Which isn't such a bad thing, but you still laugh a little as you sip the water that Dave had put in front of you.
“Duhhh.” Carol laughs and shakes her head. “No, but maybe we can talk to one of my colleagues, see if there’s something that can be done.”
"About me having a baby?" The immediate confusion has you sitting up in your seat before your mind catches up with your mouth. "Ohhh...wait...you mean about my dumbass periods."
“Of course, honey.” Carol reaches for the heavy cream to stir it in slowly. “I know you aren’t to that point yet, but you don’t deserve to suffer every month.”
It isn't too unusual for the topic of kids to come up considering you're the only one of the four of you without a biological child, but you typically wave it off just like you are now. "Every several years I have to change my birth control, that's all. They help the symptoms for a while and then they don't, ya know? It's fine. I just clearly need to see my gynecologist again."
“Okay.” She frowns slightly but she won’t push. “If you want me to make some calls, you just let me know, okay? I can call in some favors.”
"I appreciate it." Unfortunately, you're one of those unlucky women that got dealt a bad hand when it comes to monthly symptoms and you're managing it the best you can. What is lucky is that you have three people who love you who are willing to bend heaven and earth to help. "For now I'm just thinking good food and good company is the way to go. Even if I'm not up to running around with the girls...I'm glad Dave set this whole thing in motion." Because you know it was him. This level of coordination smacks of Dave York's handiwork.
“Of course. You know Dave.” She smiles indulgently as she looks towards the door. “He likes to make a fuss and he would do anything for you. We all would.”
"I'd do anything for all of you." That is as earnest a promise as you can possibly make, and you would make it as many times as they needed for the rest of time. Dave's gone outside after setting the table, getting a few private minutes with Quinn before dinner, and you glance back at the glass door before turning to Carol with a grin. "Did you guys have fun last night? Quinn was really excited but he wouldn't tell me what he had planned."
“We did.” She smiles fondly and knows you will understand. “We relived a little bit of the golden days. He took me to a dive bar and then we got a hotel room and pretended it was our old dorms.”
"Oh, cuuute." They've enjoyed rekindling their college romance and it's been sweet to see Carol and Quinn in that sunny, lovey stage. "That sounds like a perfect way to have some time together. He was so excited, I'm glad you loved it."
“I just hate that you were having a miserable time while we were having fun.” She pouts softly.
"If I had called you would have dropped everything and then you would have missed out on Quinn's whole plan." You shake your head, reaching out to rub her shoulder gently while she pulls the pan off the stove. "This is better. We have no plans for the weekend and the girls have a sleepover tomorrow. We can relax and be together with no expectations or changes of plans."
“As long as you do exactly what you want.” She murmurs softly as she covers the pot to keep it warm.
"What I want is to sneak a little forkful of whatever dessert Quinn picked up." The conspiratorial smile you share with her is broad, and you put your hands out to take the pot from her to put on the table.
“I think that I didn’t see you open the box on the first shelf of the fridge.” She winks at you and walks around you to put it on the table herself.
"You're a goddess," you promise Carol, as if she doesn't already know it. In their big refrigerator, a tall white cardboard bakery box stamped with the logo of the bakery down the block from your own apartment is waiting, and when you pop the lid your favourite cherry chocolate cake is staring back at you. "Oh my god," you groan happily and swipe a finger through the deeply rich ganache on top before turning back to Carol. "I love all of you. You're spoiling me and I'm going to return the favour so many times over."
“I knew you would want it.” She tells you proudly. She had told Quinn exactly where to go and what to get in order to put that exact expression on your face. “Don’t tell him I told you that. Let him have the credit.”
"Cross my heart." The motion of crossing your finger over your heart goes with it and you make a mental note to really rock the hell out of your next date with Carol as a thank you. "Do you need anything else from the fridge while I'm in here?"
“Can you grab the asparagus salad?” She asks. “Second shelf, metal bowl.”
"Done and done!" Even just being around your partners has brightened your mood, and even though you know it will ebb and flow for the next couple of days before your cycle starts, at least you're feeling buoyed by the idea that these three wonderful people all want you to be happy and cared for.
The rush to the table happens nearly all at once, with the guys coming in from the grill bearing a large platter and Dave going to fetch the girls while Carol gets the tray of condiments for their hot dogs. It's big, it's busy, it's noisy, and it's so wonderfully comfortable. Even though you're not feeling yourself, you feel the closest you possibly could.
“Hey babe.” Quinn curls around your back and kisses just below your ear. “How are you feeling?” He asks softly, rubbing your shoulders.
"A little better." You feel like you can breathe again, emotionally anyway, so that is a big step in the right direction. "What are the chances you're going to stay this weekend and hang out with us?" Just like the rest of you, Quinn has an extraordinarily demanding job and you know very well that a traditional weekend away from the office is not always possible for him.
“There’s nothing on the books so I’m all yours unless there’s a crisis.” He murmurs, smirking as he sits down beside you. “So I’m praying the world doesn’t burn.”
"Or if it does, that it has nothing to do with NASA." A soft kiss between you helps you relax even further, and in no time the six of you are sitting down at the table like it's a perfectly normal family dinner.
Dave hums happily, reaching for Carol’s hand and he pulls it up to kiss the back of it. “It’s a good day.” He murmurs as he watches you and Quinn put your heads together and talk quietly.
"You did a very sweet thing for her today, my love." Carol hums, kissing the back of her husband's hand in turn.
“I hated seeing her cry.” He admits quietly. “It was all I could do to keep working and not just bring her home and sit her on my lap.”
“Poor thing.” She tuts softly, shaking her head as Dave fills her plate for her. “I’m just glad she works for you and not someone who would force her to keep going in agony.” There are plenty of bosses like that out in the world, but she hates to think of you working for them. If she could keep you safe and cared for and always have someone there to adore you, she would.
“She wouldn’t go home, so I had to just make sure she didn’t suffer too badly.” He hands his wife her plate with a soft smile.
“You did good.” She beams at him and gives him a kiss on the cheek before taking her plate. “Now we can have a nice weekend as a family.” And if that family already felt complete before you and Quinn joined it, then having the two of you is the icing on a very sweet cake.
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Inseparable - Angst/Fluff One Shot
Fugitive! Predator x Female! Reader
Summary:During the Project Stargazer of the Fugitive Predator being held captive for experiments,your supposedly so-called father noticed that you've been getting too close with the Predator and punishes you for it. The Fugitive Predator notices you getting mistreated and gets overly protective shortly after the two of you escape,you get separated before the Upgrade Predator shows up.. during the separation you cross paths with three other yautja brothers from the Isolated Clan,befriending them along with their human companion,Alexa Woods.
Author's Note:Inspired by the Predator (2018 film) this one shot takes place during 'The Stargazer Project' on earth in 2018
Warning:The reader is under the impression by her adopted father that she has a skin condition,the truth is she isn't fully human.
A scream of pain fell from your lips feeling another contraction, as your best friend's sister attends to you going into labor "..just breathe, in and out." she said while doing so and you mimic her with your mate crouched down behind you purring in encouragement, as your family friends rushed over and three other set of purring starts.
Woah! Woah! Woah! WOAH!...
What the hell writer?!.. *walks in while gesturing your hands in a 'what the fuck' manner and looking up at the writer* ..confusing the present you along with everyone else causing the purring to stop and earning a few clicks of confusion.
What?
WHAT?! What do you mean, what?.. *wearing an exasperation look on your face with hands on your hips*
...
This is the ending piece. Why are you ne- the readers are going to be confused as fuck.. *while rubbing your forehead, as a migraine starts to form* .."Uh, excuse me.." the present you called out, catching the future you's attention.
"Yeah, hi.. excuse me for sounding like a bitch, but.. who the FUCK are you?!" the present you asked with furrowed brows.. "I'm you.." then quickly added, when everyone looked at you oddly "..from the future." The present you shook her head before speaking again "Can you wrap up, whatever your doing please? I'm kinda in the middle of something here.." while gesturing her hands at the scene.
Oh right, of course.. *turning your attention towards the readers while clasping your hands together with a bow* ..I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience fellow readers but will catch you up to speed.
"Wait, WHAT?! Are you saying your putting me on hold!!.." the present you exclaimed, in disbelief "You can't just put a pregnant woman on-hold, especially not one going into labor and giving birth to three yautja pups!!" your soft colored-skin turning into a scaly, motted-green skin with yellow and brown specs while letting out a feral growl. Your mate behind you started purring again to help calm you down while you yell all kinds of profanities at your future self, who just disappeared just as quickly as she appeared.
4 years earlier... Wednesday, October 31st 2018
You were currently writing an entry in your diary about the dream you just recently had, nothing big just... weird and a bit odd.. to put it quite frank it was slightly intimidating. Lightly running your hand over the drawing that you subconsciously drew on the right side of your diary, a picture of an image of what you dreamt about almost every night.. two tall and very large humanoid beings, their presence alone gives off one of light and the other darkness but you could also sense that they BOTH were an ancient deity-like being of some kind.
There was a knock on your doorcausing you to stop and closing your diary then hiding it in a rush before your father walked in, who's both a CIA agent and the head of this thing called the 'Project Stargazer.' "Get up, girl and cover yourself. There's someone I want you to meet." your father commanded, hands clasped together behind his back before walking out of your room looking down at yourself you noticed that your skin is peeling off like a snake's skin would, revealing the scaly odd green-colored skin underneath the dead skin. Grabbing your hoodie with a sigh putting it on and rolling up your sleeves to apply on some ointment on your arms for the "skin condition" that you have, as your father puts it...
'Why was I cursed with this condition?' you thought to yourself while pulling back down the sleeves of your hoodie before heading out.
You were a bit confused over the whole situtation of your - well, you don't initially count him as your father, considering that the two of you aren't blood-related in anyway. From what you were told, that your parents died in a car crash and you were the only survivor from the 'accident'.. which lead up to you getting adopted, by a friend of your fathers.
Due to your 'skin condition' he's always informed you to stay hidden inside your room at all times, so when your father said, quote on quote that "there's someone I want you to meet" it completely baffled you. Trailing behind him with your head down while keeping your black clawed-hands inside the pocket of your hoodie, followed by a woman wearing a lab coat and armed men in uniform.
We've just entered a room when my father started to speak was when I raised my head to be met with a pair of green-yellow eyes that belong to a large anthropomorphic, reptile-like humanoid creature. Who stood at least seven.. maybe eight feet tall, who was completely naked standing behind some type of glass-like cell, it had tan reptilian-like skin with long black dreadlocks that are attached from the back of it's crest that has beads woven-in, that hung down to it's shoulders. You didn't hear a single word of what your father said, as he introduced you and the woman towards this fascinating and extraordinary creature. Like a moth to a flame.. you moved closer until you were standing in front of the glass-like cell, as it cocked their head to the side in curiosity and their mandibles click together at you before your father give out a command "Sedate it." Something filled the inside of the cell causing the creature to flare its mandibles as it sway, struggling to stay awake.. not caring if anyone was watching or if the scaly odd green-colored skin was showing, as you pulled out one of your hands to place it on the glass. It's mandibles flared again, in surprise as their eyes show familiarity and placed one of their clawed-hands on the glass before it passed out.
°•☆°•☆°•☆•°Time Skip°•☆°☆°•☆°•°
You've been spending a lot of time with their 'new guest' as your father puts it and even snook away from your room at night to visit that they call the Fugitive, also known as Rogue.. you soon found out that the hybrid predator is a male, he told you his real name. When you tried pronouncing his actual name and said it correctly, he let out a trilled-pur while puffing out his chest with pride.
Recently you've been on edge and fidgeting around, nervously which the Fugitive noticed.
'What troubles you my chakria?'
You heard him ask, as you place around in circles and fiddled with your diary, occasionally while running your black claw-tipped nail-like fingers through your green hair.
Your father has noticed how close you've gotten with the Yautja Predator and how quickly their 'captive experiment' has grown attached to you, he's already broken out of it's cell multiple times just to find you whenever the soldiers drag you away from him. To the point they had to serpate the two of you by drugging them and moving them to different locations, of course that plan didn't seem to work.. you two always manage to find each other, no matter what.
'I keep... I keep having these dreams... visions,actually. I feel like it's trying to tell me something but,I don't know wha- and my father... I think.. I feel like, he's hiding something from me..'
You replied back, telepathically your mind is jumbled with thoughts and so many questions that you needed answered.
You were too lost in your own thoughts that you didn't even see him cock his head to the side, in curiosity or how quickly the Fugitive's mood changed until his lower mandibles flared while letting out a warning growl as your father and a few armed soldiers rushed in. "You just can't help yourself, could you little girl? You just had to go looking for trouble, didn't you?" the Head of Stargazer said while shaking his head, in disappointment "I took you in!.. fed you!.. clothed you!.. gave you shelter and raised you as one of my own-" causing the Fugitive to slam his fists on the glass with a roar, right when your father said 'raised you as one of my own' before he continued on "and this is, how you repay me?!" he exclaimed while gesturing his hands between you and the Yautja Predator.
"Repay you?.." you asked incredulously, repeating the last thing he said before speaking again "Repay you?! Ever since you-" making air quotes with your clawed-hands, as you spoke " 'took me in' as you put it, I haven't set foot outside of this building. You've kept me locked up inside my own room, never once let me outuntil now.." you said while looking down with slouched shoulders and tears threatening to spill from your eyes. The soldiers stood awkwardly behind your father while the 'sniper' wears a complexed look on his face, not believing what he's witnessing, as your father just wears a blank look on his face while giving you a cold, angry stare and the Fugitive gives your father a murderous look, snarling and growling at him. "I don't even have a social life, aside from you until.." you added while gesturing your clawed-hand towards the Fugitive "If you didn't want me near him at all then, why did you want me to meet him so badly?.. was I just a pawn in your own game, were you just using me to get to him?" you questioned, raising your voice a little while clenching your fists.. the Fugitive's growls and snarls towards your father stopped sensing your distress, he turn his attention towards you while pressuring his head up against the glass and begin to pur.
You very slowly raised your head, as you spoke "Clearly, I'm not- who.. what am I?" when your adopted father didn't answer, you yelled out with tears of frustration "TELL THE TRUTH, TELL ME!!" the only response yougot from him was a slap to the face and all hell broke lose. In a flash.. the Yautja Predator broke out arching his back and flared his mandibles, in rage "Contain it, don't let it get away!" Will Traeger comanded while grabbing a needle to drug you once again "Sir, what about the girl?" the sniper guy, asked "What I should've done thirteen years ago." he said before dragging your unconscious form out of the room, abandoning your diary of dreams or visions on the floor where he slapped you.
The Fugitive Predator's P. O. V.
Taking out several of the armed- oomans, as I make my way towards the ooman pau'jit that hurt and took my chakria but more of them surrounded me trying to block my path. Arching my back and flaring my mandibles at them in rage while roaring at the oomans, angrily before speaking "Fuck you." causing everyone in the room to freeze in shock ".. it spoke??.." one of the oomans said surprised, as the pau'jit hault in his tracks before turning around with a question "What did you say?" dropping my chakria unceremoniously on the floor.
Snarling at his kha'bj-te actions, noticing that the ooman p'kya'uha just stood to the side watching before repeated what I said in my own language "ell-osde'pauk.." while giving the pau'jit, what the oomans call 'the bird' then, spoke in their language "ugly motherfucker." One of the armed-oomans shot me with a tranquilizer letting out a frustrated snared-growl at the ooman and tossed him across the room then, spoke while pointing at the pau'jit "You hurt mi'esui. My chakria." shaking my head trying to stay awake while stumbling closer and taking out two more armed-oomans making a promise, as I get shot with another tranquilizer from behind "bpi-de.." pointing back at the pau'jit ".. ooman." then gesturing at all of them "bpi-de you all..."
"...motherfuckers." was the last thing that the Yautja Predator said before it passed out "Wait.. what do you mean by when you said, 'what you should've done thirteen years ago' ??" Captain McKenna questioned the Head of the Stargazer Project, as he just left the room with you and unfazed by the Predator's threat.
Captain Quinn McKenna's P. O. V.
I stood in front of the doorway staring, where Agent Traeger walked out while dragging his drugged daughter without answering my question. What did he mean by 'what he should've done?' and what happened thirteen years ago?.. and what does he plan on doing to his kid? My thoughts were interrupted, when more men rushed in to help move the Predator to a different location and noticed something lying on the floor.. where the young woman was standing questioning her father before he slapped her...
Walking over to retrieve the item and discover it to be a diary, looking through it while trailing behind the men and drugged Predator. There were similar drawings of two very large ancient deity-like humanoid creatures on every page along with a small entry on the opposite side of the diary.. each entry was about a dream she had, in each drawing the creatures would move-in closer and closer. The one on the right looked similar to the Fugitive Predator but wearing different armor, that made it look like a samurai.. and the one on the left looked more like a... an Xenomorph??
After they've transported the Yautja Predator in a new and secured location, to where it was just the Army Ranger and the Predator left in the room. Doing something different to contain their 'held captive' by keeping him locked up and having a sedative set to a timer, so it will fill inside the locked cell it's in whenever the last one wares-off.. so he can't escape, ever again or so, they thought.
The sniper guy stares at the sleeping Predator and ponders over on what to do next, he does something unexpectedly.. he unlocks the cell freeing the Yautja hybrid, awakening the beast in the process.
The first thing, the Predator did was grab the sniper by the throat lifting him up in the air with an angry growl and flaring it's mandibles while the Army Ranger, very calmly hand out the diary that he picked up from the room. Causing the nearly eight foot beast to freeze, instantly recognizing the diary and who it belonged to.. staring at the item with soft eyes as, if it was staring at it's chakria. Then turned his attention back to the sniper guy, eyeing the Army Ranger before grabbing his chakria's diary and spoke with a mixture of low growl and clicked "m-di-mar'ct.. p'kya'uha ooman." dropping him on the floor and leaving the room with only three things on it's mind.
Retrieve 'awu'asa. Find and protect mi'esui. Show m-di-h'chak.
°•☆°•☆°•☆•°Time Skip°•☆°•☆°•☆°•°
Fugitive Predator's Ship Drifting-off in Space
Ever since your Yautja lover rescued you from getting experimented on by your father's own hands and the two of you escaped from the Stargrazer Project, Fugitive has taught you everything about their culture and how to speak their language. He even taught you how to fight and show you each weapon, telling you the name of each equipment and how to use it properly.
Previously the two of you were in the kehrite training and are now lying on the floor panting, your naked and sweating bodies tangled together from pauking. His purrs filled the kehrite as he held you close to him, like you were the most precious thing in the world.. of course, the tender moment ended too soon.
Your skin started peeling again, showing off that scaly odd green-colored skin causing you to freak out to search for your pre-scribed ointment. The purring stopped for a moment, then he stops you by grabbing one of your hands and very gently rub his finger over your scaly skin, affectionately with a purr.
Being told all your life that you have a 'skin condition' and that have to apply on some ointment to cover yourself up, really fucked you up and made you feel insecure about yourself. Which leads to you guys having your first argument, he's trying to get you to see that you two are one and he loves you for who you are.
Letting out a growl of frustration, as he leaves the room their in to find your diary that he got from the ooman p'kya'uha he spared. Once he returned with your diary in hand, both of you were dressed as he handed you back the item.. the gkinmara go off, causing him to pick you up and rush over to the tyioe-ti.
Carefully setting you inside the tyioe-ti then, hands you his dai-shui and ki'cti-pa "NO!!.. I can't take those - your coming with me, right?!" you exclaimed in tears, not liking what's going on. "RIGHT??" he closed his eyes with a sigh before looking at you with pleading eyes for you to take his dai-shui and ki'cti-pa, which you did earning a purr from him as he press his head to yours. Pressing a button on his wrist gauntlet to close the door on the tyioe-ti, both of you pressed your hand on the opposite side of each other as the tyioe-ti was released from the ship.
To be continued...
Yautja Language - English Translation:Fugitive to Reader
chakria - life mate
Yautja Language - English Translation:Fugitive to Quinn Mckenna
m-di-mar'ct - no killing
p'kya'uha - sniper
ooman - human
Yautja Language - English Translation:Fugitive to Will Traeger
pau'jit - bastard
kha'bj-te - maniac/(reckless)
ell-osde'pauk - fuck you
mi'esui - mate
bpi-de - end
ooman - human
Yautja Language - English Translation:
'awu'asa - armor
m-di-h'chak - no mercy
kehrite - (training room)/dojo
gkinmara - sensors/(dector)/camera
tyioe-ti - escape pod
dai-shui - Yautja mask
ki'cti-pa - combistick
pauking - fucking
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welcome back, captain
A/N: requested by the wonderful @maydearalexa. sorry I made you wait the whole day! it was supposed to be a drabble but I got a little carried away. Smutty, yes but not very kinky. I’m saving that Raymond (which will be up tomorrow) 😉Requests are still open. If you liked my work, please show support by reblogging. Sharing is caring!
Warnings: 18 & over only!! | manhandling; oral (male and female) and vaginal penetration; unprotected sex (please stay safe!); creampie; spanking.
Pairing: Quinn Mckenna x f!reader
Word count: 3,166
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You had barely slept overnight since Quinn’s last call. All you could think about was getting through work as quickly as possible to squeeze in a quick trip to the grocery store. Time wasn’t entirely of the essence; the first stop Quinn would make was at Emily’s house to pay Rory a visit and bring him a gift from wherever Quinn’s mission was. Then he’d make his way home where he’d be all yours.
In the middle of the kitchen, you were cooking up a storm. The focus you had put into making his favorite dinner dish and dessert must have distracted you from all your surroundings, too busy to hear the creaking of the front open as it swung open.
You only notice someone’s inside the house when you see your tawny colored rhodesian ridgeback dart out from the living room and towards the door with all the excitement in the world.
“Ey, Peanut! You missed me too huh? You missed poppa?”
Your eyes furrow together as you immediately recognize the voice. Taking a few steps backwards, you pop your head out the door frame to look down the hall bringing the hot pot of alfredo sauce that you cannot stop stirring.
“What are you doing here? I thought you wouldn’t be home for at least another hour.”
“I can leave and come back later if you want me to.”
He smirks knelt on the floor greeting Peanut as she’s unable to contain her excitement for his arrival. Her tail wags quickly and whips anything that comes close to her backside; her paws alter constantly as she spins around in circles, jumping on him to lick his face before finally collapsing on her back to welcome belly rubs.
He rose back onto his feet; his olive-green t-shirt tucked into his camouflage patterned cargo pants. His heavy boots thuds against the hardwood floor as he walks over to you. Holding your face in his hands, he kisses you ardently. Teeth grazing your lips, tongue probing itself into your mouth to eagerly taste you again. His stubble burns as it scratches against your skin in the most welcoming of ways.
“Babe, I got food on the stove that’s gonna burn.”
You barely peel him away long enough to get your words out, but his lips just work down your jawline to maul at your neck, reaching that delicate little spot he knows will drive you wild.
“I don’t give a flying fuck right now, sweetheart. I got somethin’ burning in my pants to deal with and I will deal with it.”
His whispers are hot and heavy in your ear and you can’t help but lick your lips, savoring his taste still on them. You missed it so damn much; the food can fucking wait. Your pussy can’t and apparently, neither can Quinn. He’s already unzipping the pencil skirt and sliding it down to pool around your feet.
This is rather unusual for him. The exhaustion of long flights and stressful operations would have him in a hot shower and bed already for a long, well-earned nap. But there’s something else he’s feeling. Something primal almost cavemanish. You know you probably won’t feel your legs for hours and that’s exactly what you want.
You squeal balancing the pot in your hand as Quinn tosses you over and drapes you in half over his broad shoulder. Some of the sauce spills onto the floor, but Peanut is quick to clean that for you.
“I gotta turn off the stove first, Quinn!” You laugh hanging upside down.
“Princess, you are doing just the opposite up here!” He smirks hugging your thighs with a long strong arm, taking advantage of the moment to slap your round cheeks.
“Look at this fine ass,” he hisses groaning as his large calloused hand smooths over a cheek before he gropes it lightly enough to jiggle the flesh for his own amusement. You feel his lips peppering kisses wherever he can and nibbling at your ass.
“Left you alone for way too long. I gotta take care of my girl first, princess.”
His words are lightening through your body, forcing a moan as you try to remember you still got a hot pot in hand.
“Baby, just let me set this down first.”
He hums in response, refusing to set you down or let you go at all. If he had it his way, you’d be upside down in front of him at a 69 position so he could bury his face in your pussy. Instead, he backs up into the kitchen to let you turn the stove off and set the pot down.
Before you know it, you’re tossed on top of your bed unceremoniously. You’re still bouncing on the mattress when he latches his lips back on yours hungrily. His hands grip the collar of your shirt and tears it open. Buttons fly everywhere, but who the fuck cares right now? The only thing you can think about is how good it feels to have him manhandling you like a goddamn ragdoll. He’s always been slow and gentle in bed; careful to avoid this roughness with the fear of taking it too far and unintentionally hurting you in a way you wouldn’t enjoy.
He’s got his face buried between your breasts, nipping at the supple flesh while you slide the shirt off. You’re too eager to pull his off so you drop the shirt behind you, laying back on top while he quickly rips his own off and chucks it to the floor.
“You think you can send me those little home-movies of you playing with your fucking toys and expect me to stay sane?” he mumbles making quick work to remove your bra and replaces the garment with his own hands, groping and kneading and squeezing just the way you need him to.
“I-I’m sorry, baby. Just wanted to make something special for you. I didn’t mean t-”
“To what? Drive me fucking crazy huh? Too late for apologies, sunshine. Get that sweet ass up in the air for me right now.”
His order is stern and you wouldn’t dare do anything else other than obey in this feral state of his. You flip and crawl onto all fours until his hand shoves your head down against the sheets and pulls your arms behind your back
“Stay.” he commands.
His eyes lock on your as he grabs the silk robe from the foot of the bed, drinking in the sight of your perfectly round ass and lace-cladded pussy vulnerably spread and waiting.
“You look so fucking beautiful like that, you know that darlin’? You love it too, don’t you? You know how I can tell?” he chuckles. “Because your pussy is fucking soaking those cute little panties you got on. And they’re lace too... You know how much I love you in lace, y/n. It’s for me, ain’t it?”
“You know it is, baby. Just for you.” You moan back helplessly.
“Tell me the truth. You wanted to rile me up with those videos.”
“Yes, I did. I wanted you to have something to ease the pressure of being away. The dildo was nice, but all I wanted was your cock in me instead.”
Taking the silk belt out of the belt loops, he used it to tie your wrists together. A loud spank followed once he was done, eliciting a moan out of you. You arch higher closing your eyes as your brace for another slap on the ass but instead feel his hands grip your hips, suddenly jerking you to the edge of the bed. He drops on his knees to meet your pussy at eye level and slides your panties down your tight.
“Whose pussy is this, angel?” He smirks, poking his fingertips through the soft flesh. Smoothing them up and down, he collects the slick wetness from your hole and smothers it over your plush lips.
“Yours, honey. It’s all yours.”
“That’s my girl. You’re such a good little angel for me, you know that? Now tell me,” he says slotting his long fingers between your folds, squeezing his fingers together as they jiggle your mound side to side. You can feel his eyes watching your most intimate area which makes you blush brightly, almost embarrassed at how wet you already and how quickly he’s making you leak
“What can I do with this pussy?”
“What-whatever you want!” You groan at the vibrations he forces around your sensitive clit.
“Atta girl.”
His grin is dark as his hands spread you till you burn, but his tongue on your snatch quickly soothes the burn of the stretch. He moans, lapping his tongue over and over your hardening nub and circling it with his tip just before sucking it into his mouth. He’s barely started and you’re already a mess, moaning and pushing your hips back to grind against his mouth. He’s got his arms tightly hugging your hips to his face as he eats you out, shaking his head side to side like a hungry dog with a bone in its mouth. Only your clit is the bone that he refuses to stop sucking on.
He releases you from his relentless grip to get the air back into his lungs. His hands slide up and with his thumbs holding your lips wide apart, he presses the flat of his tongue as he shifts up to probe your hole with his tongue. His chest rumbles with a laugh as he watches you wiggle underneath him while he continuously teases your entrance.
“You taste so damn good, baby girl. You’re taking this so good too, like the good little angel you are. Getting all wet and ready for my cock. It’s alright, baby. You can tell me. No one but me needs to know the filthy little slut you can be.”
“I’m a little whore for you, Quinn. And I wanna cum, baby. Please? Can I?”
“You can cum for me, but you gotta lemme make you cum though. Can you do that for me, baby?”
You nod desperately, allowing him to slide two fingers into you. They push in and pull out slowly to create a steady pace and loosen you up enough to take it up a notch. He makes sure to keep the heel of his palm on your clit, massaging it around. Soon enough, it’s pounding against your sensitive as his fingers drill into you. The squelching sounds coming from between your thighs fill up the bedroom and bounces of the walls, becoming music to his ears. He’s hitting that special spot again and again; the pressure builds in the pit of your abdomen, forcing your hips to buck against his fingers and your ass to twerk its cheeks.
“Good Lord, I love it when you put up a fight, girl! Don’t fight it now, take it! Take it!”
He drawls out, his southern accent heavier than a hillbilly farmer’s while wrestling a pig in the mud. He’s laughing as he locks his arms around your hips to hold you firmly still and increases the velocity of his hand until you’re a shaking mess. With your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you breathe through your teeth and unravel giving into the orgasm he’s worked out of you.
“Atta girl! I even made you squirt a little on me. Must’ve been that good huh?”
His kisses over your lips calm you down enough to catch your breath again. The wetness his hand leaves on your thigh is cold against your ass once the air hits it in contrast to the warmth of your skin.
“Thank you, baby. T-That felt so fucking good. I wanna make you feel good too, baby.”
“That so? Tell me what you want.”
He stands and unties the silk belt from your wrists to let you go; you instantly push yourself up to crawl around and sprinkle kisses over his lower abdomen. Your hands latch onto his thighs anxious to feel him and keep you balanced as you nuzzle your nose into his crotch. He’s hard already, but you need to taste him. You’re filled with the primal need to make him feel as good as he made you feel.
“You wanna suck my cock huh? That what you want?”
The image of you pleading for his dick on your knees bring a warm grin to his lips. His fingers comb into your hair, brushing it away from your face so he can see the desperate look better.
“Yes, baby. Please lemme play with your cock.” You nod excitedly already unbuckling his belt to unzip his pants, letting his cock spring free from its confines.
“You can play, princess. Just lemme get comfortable.”
Before he can even try to kick a boot up, you snap up and pull his waist closer to kiss him passionately tasting the saltiness of yourself on his mouth. You slide off the bed to get your feet on the floor and look up at his towering frame.
“Let me... I wanna take care of you too.”
He smiles and kisses you once more. You gently push him down to sit on the edge of your bed and kneel down in front of him, carefully undoing the laces of his boots to loosen them up and slide the heavy boots off to neatly set them aside. Neither of you speak. He doesn’t want to do anything but watch you move so gracefully like you’re part of some girly ballet. He cannot get his eyes off you. He’s waited for this for long; he’s afraid that if he does, you’ll vanish into nothing and he’ll wake up from the dream he’s in with a hard-on to tend to like he’s done many times over the long months he was away.
He plays with your hair until he has to hold himself up while you slide his pants and brief down and away from his ankles. Before you can even grab his cock, he guides your head to his for another slow and warm wet kiss. He needs to make sure this isn’t another dream.
Pulling away with a smile, your hands wrap around his forearms.
“It’s alright, baby... I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here with you.” you whisper gazing into his baby blues. It’s almost like you can read his mind; you’ve just seen that look of worry too many times before.
He shifts to prop up the pillows against the headboard and leans back on them, pulling your hand to guide you back onto the bed. His legs instantly spread to give you room as you nestle between them again.
Once you’re on comfortably on your knees with your ass arched into the air, you lean forward with a hand tenderly kneading his balls while the other wraps around the base of his cock to hold it upwards. You smirk as you keep your gaze linked to his, licking a slow steady stripe up against the underside of his dick teasing that thick vein you know he can feel vividly.
He hisses and groans lowly as you take him in your mouth, slowly working your way lower down his length. You take your time with his pleasure, altering the use of your mouth and your hand while you let him relish in the feeling when you suck on his balls.
“F-Fuck me, princess. Take it deep in ya, j-just like that.” He begs, holding your hair back as your head starts bobbing up and down his length, bringing him closer to his own release with every stroke. You’re a slobbering mess; drooling all over him as his tip hits the back of your throats. You remind yourself constantly to breathe through your nose as you relish in the saltiness of his taste. Tears fills your eyes and stream down your cheeks, your cheek hollow as he pulls you off him with a loud, smacking pop, grinning at him proudly through your tears.
“You are such a good little princess aren’t ya?” He chuckles with a wide smile as he swipes the tears away with the first knuckle of his index.
“Yes, I am. My captain deserves nothing but the best.”
Hearing you call him captain lights a fire under his ass; he suddenly pulls you off which leaves you confused at first as you sit up wiping your mouth. But when he grabs you by the ankles and pulls you close, taking control over you like the naturally dominating soldier he is, it all makes sense. He’s about to cum and will only allow it happen inside his your pussy.
He shoves your knees to your chest, spreading you wide for him to align his tip to your hole. He pushes in deep until he’s bottoming out and slowly pulls himself back out entirely. Repeating the process for his own visual amusement, he smirks to himself.
“I never get tired of seeing this pretty pussy take my cock.”
He groans, letting you engulf him completely once more. You’d think he’s just doing that to reclaim control of the arousal you’d nearly brought him over the edge with, but there’s something about the way he shudders that tells you he just misses everything about this closeness. Seeing you split open when he penetrates you; feeling the warm wet hug of your cunt; being physically connected to you.
It doesn’t take him long to start thrusting with a rhythm to his hips until he’s pounding into you so roughly, you can feel the familiar bundle of pleasure growing in your core again. You can tell he’s just as close as you are when he lowers his torso. Your jiggling breasts press against his chest and his skin brushing over your nipples heightens the sensation closer to your approaching orgasm.
With an arm caging one side of your head, he lifts your hand above your heads and you think he’s going to pin it in place; that final display of control you assume to be the final factor towards his orgasm. You expect to feel his tightened grip on your wrist but instead, you feel him fingers slide up your forearm and over your palm. Lacing his fingers with yours, his hand locks with yours so sweetly that it sets you ablaze and lulls out your own toe-curling pleasure to explode within your depths.
His forehead drops and rests against your temple; his breathing becomes more ragged with every sloppy thrust. He’s close so you nod at him, wrapping your legs around his waist; inviting him to paint your slick constricting walls.
“Inside, Quinn.”
He doesn’t need to hear it twice. You feel his seed spill inside you, filling you with warmth as his hips come to a halt.
“Fuck,” he pants in his husky low voice. “I really missed. I hope you know you’re in for a very long night.”
As if you didn’t already know.
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Rules: Answer some or all of the questions below. Tag some of your writer friends. Enjoy!
Aw thank you for the tag @cheesybadgers !!😊😘
1. Link to your Masterlist: Here you go
2. Favorite and least favorite genres to write (angst/smut/fluff, etc.)
I love a good (un)healthy mix of angst/smut plus happy endings lol. Not a big fan of writing smut just for smut's sake. I like to read and write a little story around my sex scenes. 😁 I need a little build-up. :3
I don't like to write overly romantic, fluffy pieces. It's in the mix for me. :D
3. Favorite character to write for.
I don't know. I loved all the characters I've written for. I guess the one thing a character needs for me to be interesting is to be conflicted in some way, to be broken and damaged. I don't even mean that in a bad way. Everyone is imperfect and like to explore that.
That being said, I love my boy Steve Murphy. .D
4. Which one of your works is your favorite?
Of the older ones it is certainly my 60k piece for the Wrenchers fandom (Fargo series): Erstwhile
Of the short pieces I like me some Steve Murphy: Slow Dancing :3
A story with a deeper personal meaning would be Past/Present/Future (Kaden Russell x female!Reader/OC)
5. Which one of your works was more popular than you thought it would be?
To be honest, I didn't think anyone would read my Javier x Steve stuff. So I have to say High Maintenance. It started as a 100% self-indulgent project.
6. Which one of your works is less popular than you thought it would be?
The thing is, I expect all of my writing to be wildly unpopular. So every like means the story is more popular than I thought it would be. 😭
7. Which of your works was the hardest to write? Why?
Erstwhile because I had never written anything as long and complex before. I was motivated but it was a struggle to maintain a coherent narrative. I'm sure that this fic could use another round of edits, too, because in retrospect I can see how I found my writing voice as the story progressed. So I think the first and last chapter were made by a quite different writer.
8. What is your favorite fanfic by someone else?
I have to admit I am not nearly reading as much as I used to or want to. I am sorry. It's a time issue but also a very big self-confidence issue. So I mostly ready short pieces on tumblr.
Here are stories and writers whose works I have greatly enjoyed.
I'm nostalgically attached to the first Wrenchers fanfic I ever read: Steam and Satisfaction by @ladydorian
I have greatly enjoyed The Run In (Quinn McKenna x female!reader) by @ionlyjoinedforboydholbrook I think it's the heated dynamic between Quinn and reader that gets me every time. :D
I'm also a fan of this little Immortal!Pero Au by@yespolkadotkitty
Please also check out these awesome writers: @songsformonkeys @cheesybadgers @absurdthirst @holbrook-boyd
No pressure tags: everyone who wants to do this! Go wild! :3
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The Captain and The Colonel Part 4 - Rick Flag x reader x Quinn McKenna
Girlfriend - Stephen Holder x female reader - fluffy smut.
Untitled - Peter Koslow x female FBI agent reader - smut.
Madripoor - Bucky Barnes x female reader - sequel to Cuffs.
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Mission Impossible: Nanny
Quinn McKenna x female reader
Words: 2,679
Warnings: none!
A/N: This was co-written with @nothing-but-a-comedy the title credit goes to @sailorsquadgoals
Quinn was finally starting to get the hang of caring for Rory, but there were some days he wished he had some help. Shared custody with his wife was already a bit of a struggle, and Quinn knew that Rory could use an extra caregiver or two. It eased his mind that Rory was actually the one to suggest this idea since his mother had hired a nanny recently. Of course he said it in his way– very blunt and matter-of-fact– but Quinn enjoyed it actually.
Even though everything had changed after the Predators had come, this was a good thing to come of it. He felt closer to Rory now than ever and it would take a special person to be good enough to watch him, and a very special ad to draw them in. It was a normal ad detailing the basics up until it mentioned protection for his son, including the lines “people with ex-military or security background preferred.”
It took a little longer than Quinn had hoped, even if it was a unique ad, but he finally found the perfect candidate hit. She was educated, well reviewed, and passed a background check on the nanny site with flying colors.
That would have been enough for anyone else, but Quinn knew with his line of work, he’d have to do a deep search just to be on the safe side. He sent her name to Nebraska, knowing he could trust him to find out about any red flags. Surely she would understand, and if she didn’t, then Quinn would know she wasn’t right for the job.
The best part was her suggestion for a secondary nanny as the request had mentioned this was protection for the child as well. The second one, a man, also passed with flying colors and was sent to Nebraska. When there were no red flags to be found after Nebraska had essentially done a deep dive-Quinn emailed them. Cause if Nebraska couldn’t find anything, then there was nothing to find.
It looked like a solid deal, and Quinn was a little excited to be getting some extra help and a chance to make Rory happy. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was how attached he would become to her. To you.
~~~
You’d partially given up on finding a new nanny job when finally good news was in your email. Quinn McKenna wanted to interview you! Grinning, you immediately called your backup and very best friend Din, telling him the news.
“If he wants to see me, he probably wants to see you too, considering,” you said, moving from your kitchen counter to your stove where pasta was boiling. You had your headphones on so there was less chance of you dropping your phone into boiling water which had only happened once but Din acted as if it had happened a dozen times. Honestly, it couldn't have happened after he had left your apartment?
“Good, his was the only interesting job on there. I wonder if he’d be ok with me bringing the baby along at times. Maybe if the kid takes a liking to us, it might be good for him to socialize with a baby.” Din had adopted a baby at the beginning of the year. He’d gone with a mutual friend of yours to an adoption agency and just fallen in love. It had taken forever but as he put it, he’d just known as soon as those big dark eyes had found his that they were meant to be.
“We’d definitely need to build some trust first. I know my little one doesn’t cry much, but to a child on the spectrum, it can be very hard to handle. That would be the best case scenario though since there’s two of us. Though this McKenna guy mentioned protection, so maybe he’s a political person or something. We don’t wanna bring that dark eyed angel into any danger.” You strained your pasta and dumped it a bowl, pouring sauce on top and beginning to mix.
“Fair enough. Guess we’ll see, sweet girl, huh?”
You smiled and shook your head at the affectionate nickname. “Don’t call me that Din, you know better. I always think you want something from me when you call me that.”
“What me? Never,” came the reply where he was so obviously grinning like an idiot. God you hated him sometimes, it was so hard to love someone so ridiculous but you managed it even with knowing him as long as you did. You could ask for better company than him sometimes but you couldn’t ask for a better best friend. Bastard knew it too. The two of you were bonded for life, for better or worse.
“Smartass. I’ll call you with the details when he emails me back, love you Din.”
“Love you back, sweet girl.” You heard a laugh before he hung up and you pulled your headphones off.
“Silly man,” you muttered as you began to eat your pasta and homemade sauce on the way to your couch. Turning your TV on, you settled with a comfort show so your brain could wander as you ate. Quinn McKenna...what an interesting name.
~~~
Mr. McKenna had been busy with work over the weekend, so it took a few days for the interview to happen. You arrived with Din by your side, as Mr. McKenna had proposed you had applied more or less as a team and would be interviewed as such. He told you that he liked your forethought to mention a second you already trusted, and that compliment made you smile. Thinking ahead had always been a strength of yours.
“Should you knock or should I knock?” Din looked at you and you shrugged back with an indifferent look on your face.
“Do you think it matters?”
“I guess not.”
“...you want to knock don’t you?”
The door to the cozy two story house had an old school knocker on it and Din’s grin gave you all the information you needed.
“Go on then,” you chuckled, waving your hand at it.
He knocked three times and sighed, satisfied with that stupid grin on his face. You shook your head. Ridiculous man.
The man who answered the door looked anything but ridiculous. He was absolutely not what you’d been expecting at what-six foot two? Filled out well too with bright blue eyes you could get lost in, blonde hair shorter on the sides a little bit flopping at the top and a smile that screamed “good ol’ boy” more than anything you had ever seen.
And you were fucking hooked.
But you were a professional and despite the sudden mental images of jumping on him and pressing your body to his (likely muscular and strong and maybe even a bit pudgy) body you simply smiled brightly and hoped that Din would keep his professional manner even though Quinn McKenna was definitely one of your types.
“Mornin’, thank you both for comin’,” McKenna said before waving the two of you in.
Din let you lead and he followed both you and McKenna to the dining room table where your possible employer sat in front of both of you. He was prepared, both your resumes sat before him and he had them side by side with what looked like prepared questions written down. Din and you shared a glance that spoke volumes. He was very serious wasn’t he? Maybe he was political, maybe he was a part of the mob or maybe he was some kind of paranoid kook. It was a nice house and it actually reminded you of David Lieberman’s house in ‘The Punisher’ and then a fourth option to what Mr. McKenna did crossed your mind quickly followed by a fifth.
Either he was a government spook, or he was the Punisher. Either way you weren’t that mad about it.
“Take a seat,” Quinn gestured to the chairs in front of him with a face that didn’t betray much emotion.
You noticed that he glanced at you a few times too many, but he made it hard to read what was going on in his head. He must have noticed the confused looks on your faces, because he gave you a reassuring smile as you sat down before clearing his throat. “You must be wondering why I needed two nannies with your type of background,” he chuckled.
You exchanged a look with Din for a split second before Mr. McKenna broke the semi-awkward silence. “I’m in the military too and I wanted people I could trust with my kid’s safety,” he explained. His answer was still a little vague for you, but you figured you’d ask him more about it later. It was nice to know he would understand the two of you though, you’d worked security for a little while and were amazed at how much people pushed back when asked what you thought was safest. With Mr. McKenna you might fight over strategies but at least he’d understand them.
You found yourself wondering what branch he was in, what his rank was when Din spoke, pulling you back to the present.
“Well, in that case, you found the right people for the job,” Din said in a professional manner. “We both served in the Marines. I was a Corporal and she was a Sergeant as I’m sure you saw by our records.” Din explained, and you took a moment to admire how well he always pitched the two of you as valuable assets. He went on to detail (as much as he was allowed to) how you’d worked together for years. You did chime in here and there with details Din couldn’t remember and explained your individual special skills.
Din was a master of stealth, infiltration and quiet extraction were his specialties. You on the other hand were a sniper. Your furthest confirmed kill was clocked at 1110 yards– a near record. The pair of you were well trained in hand-to-hand combat and familiar with most guns that could be thrown at you though with the choice between a gun or a knife, you favored the K-Bar while Din favored his Sig Sauer.
Mr. McKenna crossed his arms in front of his chest, giving Din an impressed look as he heard his pitch. His eyes had lit up when you said you were a sniper and you smiled back, recognizing the look of a fellow sniper in him. The fact that you had something so specific in common was mind blowing really! While you both derailed for a moment to talk about things you saw Din smirking a little. Ass. He knew exactly what it meant when you grinned like that. Trying to stay professional (and not give Din the satisfaction of knowing your thoughts too well) you locked down the thoughts of the two of you on a date, seeing who could hit the farthest target even if it would probably be you.
“Both of your resumes are impressive, but I’m wonderin’ why you guys left after spending so much time climbing the ranks.” Mr. McKenna quirked an eyebrow at you, so you chose to answer this question instead of leaving it to Din.
“It was just time for us to get out. With all the jobs I’ve had in the world I’ve listened to my gut about when it was time to seek out something else. Din trusted me enough that when I said the Marines wasn’t the right career for us anymore that he put in to leave when I did. A few months after we left we got word that a lot of our unit had been badly injured in an ambush masquerading as a rescue mission.” You shifted your hair from one side to the other and kept eye contact with Mr. McKenna, who let out a sigh through his nose and nodded. Nothing else needed to be said about that.
After that it lightened up. You felt at ease answering his questions; he didn’t seem as intimidating as you initially thought him to be, and the interview eventually flowed more like a friendly conversation than a job interview. You all even laughed about things! Maybe it was the fact that the three of you could bond over your military backgrounds (Quinn as he insisted on being called after the third time he was referred to as Mr. McKenna, was a Ranger Captain), or maybe it was because of the way that Quinn looked at you differently than he’d look at Din. You didn’t have time to put your finger on what kind of look it was exactly before a young boy came walking out of a nearby hallway but it certainly warmed you all over. It was nice to talk so freely with another man besides Din too, someone else who understood.
Din’s face lit up as he saw him, and you couldn’t help but smile as he exclaimed, “Oh hey, little man! Is that Rory?” He asked as he turned to Quinn with a bright smile.
“Yup,” Quinn responded, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he gestured for Rory to sit beside him. He ruffled Rory’s hair and pointed in yours and Din’s direction to introduce you to him. “These might be your new nannies, whaddya think of that, bud?”
Din held his fist out for Rory to bump and you shook the little guy’s hand in a greeting, smiling widely at how cute he was. You glanced up at Quinn as Din and Rory exchanged a few words, already acting like they were the best of friends. Quinn was obviously very protective of his son, happily watching the exchange, but you could tell he was watching closely to see how Din would get along with him. Din was being his usual self around children, boisterous but at a respectful volume, which was so different from how he was around most new people. You laughed at a stupid joke Din made which made Rory smile before running your hands through your hair again. Your eyes were pulled towards Quinn in soft glances and you noticed when he glanced at you as well, carefully timed to when you were listening to Rory talk about what he liked to do and how he liked things to be.
Before your eyes could meet Quinn’s and you could really analyze those glances, you heard Rory mention something about a fight.
“I’m sorry sweetheart what did you say?” Quinn looked at Rory, stunned and then at the two of you.
“Now hang on buddy I don’t-“ His father started but Rory kept going anyway. He was definitely determined and had been waiting to say this.
“I wanna see you guys fight, you know, see who’s better. And the winner can fight my dad! If you can beat my Dad or just hold your own you’re definitely good enough to be my nanny.” The sweet faced little boy was so succinct about his needs that you laughed a little incredulously but with no small amount of humor.
“You know what you want sweetheart I’ll give you that,” you said with a grin and shrug to Quinn and Din. “I’m game, but we probably shouldn’t swing to really hurt each other. Do you have boxing gloves maybe or we could do more Jiu Jitsu and grapple rather than throw punches.”
“Yeah no, no real hits. But if the little man wants to see a fight he’s gonna get a fight.” Din was already standing, making to take off his nice jacket and you were following suit when Quinn stood and waved his hands. Jesus-his hands were huge. How had you not noticed that yet?
“Hang on hang on,” he said looking at the pair of you, both paused with your jackets pooled at your elbows.
“But Daaaaad,” Rory whined, looking up at him.
Quinn raised a brow at his son before smirking and letting out a small chuckle. “You guys shouldn’t fight…” He grinned at Rory before adding, “...in the house.”
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Mission Impossible: Nanny - Part 1
Quinn McKenna x female reader
Words: 2,679
Warnings: none!
A/N: this was co-written with @sabinemorans and the title credit goes to @sailorsquadgoals
Quinn was finally starting to get the hang of caring for Rory, but there were some days he wished he had some help. Shared custody with his wife was already a bit of a struggle, and Quinn knew that Rory could use an extra caregiver or two. It eased his mind that Rory was actually the one to suggest this idea since his mother had hired a nanny recently. Of course he said it in his way– very blunt and matter-of-fact– but Quinn enjoyed it actually.
Even though everything had changed after the Predators had come, this was a good thing to come of it. He felt closer to Rory now than ever and it would take a special person to be good enough to watch him, and a very special ad to draw them in. It was a normal ad detailing the basics up until it mentioned protection for his son, including the lines “people with ex-military or security background preferred.”
It took a little longer than Quinn had hoped, even if it was a unique ad, but he finally found the perfect candidate hit. She was educated, well reviewed, and passed a background check on the nanny site with flying colors.
That would have been enough for anyone else, but Quinn knew with his line of work, he’d have to do a deep search just to be on the safe side. He sent her name to Nebraska, knowing he could trust him to find out about any red flags. Surely she would understand, and if she didn’t, then Quinn would know she wasn’t right for the job.
The best part was her suggestion for a secondary nanny as the request had mentioned this was protection for the child as well. The second one, a man, also passed with flying colors and was sent to Nebraska. When there were no red flags to be found after Nebraska had essentially done a deep dive-Quinn emailed them. Cause if Nebraska couldn’t find anything, then there was nothing to find.
It looked like a solid deal, and Quinn was a little excited to be getting some extra help and a chance to make Rory happy. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was how attached he would become to her. To you.
~~~
You’d partially given up on finding a new nanny job when finally good news was in your email. Quinn McKenna wanted to interview you! Grinning, you immediately called your backup and very best friend Din, telling him the news.
“If he wants to see me, he probably wants to see you too, considering,” you said, moving from your kitchen counter to your stove where pasta was boiling. You had your headphones on so there was less chance of you dropping your phone into boiling water which had only happened once but Din acted as if it had happened a dozen times. Honestly, it couldn't have happened after he had left your apartment?
“Good, his was the only interesting job on there. I wonder if he’d be ok with me bringing the baby along at times. Maybe if the kid takes a liking to us, it might be good for him to socialize with a baby.” Din had adopted a baby at the beginning of the year. He’d gone with a mutual friend of yours to an adoption agency and just fallen in love. It had taken forever but as he put it, he’d just known as soon as those big dark eyes had found his that they were meant to be.
“We’d definitely need to build some trust first. I know my little one doesn’t cry much, but to a child on the spectrum, it can be very hard to handle. That would be the best case scenario though since there’s two of us. Though this McKenna guy mentioned protection, so maybe he’s a political person or something. We don’t wanna bring that dark eyed angel into any danger.” You strained your pasta and dumped it a bowl, pouring sauce on top and beginning to mix.
“Fair enough. Guess we’ll see, sweet girl, huh?”
You smiled and shook your head at the affectionate nickname. “Don’t call me that Din, you know better. I always think you want something from me when you call me that.”
“What me? Never,” came the reply where he was so obviously grinning like an idiot. God you hated him sometimes, it was so hard to love someone so ridiculous but you managed it even with knowing him as long as you did. You could ask for better company than him sometimes but you couldn’t ask for a better best friend. Bastard knew it too. The two of you were bonded for life, for better or worse.
“Smartass. I’ll call you with the details when he emails me back, love you Din.”
“Love you back, sweet girl.” You heard a laugh before he hung up and you pulled your headphones off.
“Silly man,” you muttered as you began to eat your pasta and homemade sauce on the way to your couch. Turning your TV on, you settled with a comfort show so your brain could wander as you ate. Quinn McKenna...what an interesting name.
~~~
Mr. McKenna had been busy with work over the weekend, so it took a few days for the interview to happen. You arrived with Din by your side, as Mr. McKenna had proposed you had applied more or less as a team and would be interviewed as such. He told you that he liked your forethought to mention a second you already trusted, and that compliment made you smile. Thinking ahead had always been a strength of yours.
“Should you knock or should I knock?” Din looked at you and you shrugged back with an indifferent look on your face.
“Do you think it matters?”
“I guess not.”
“...you want to knock don’t you?”
The door to the cozy two story house had an old school knocker on it and Din’s grin gave you all the information you needed.
“Go on then,” you chuckled, waving your hand at it.
He knocked three times and sighed, satisfied with that stupid grin on his face. You shook your head. Ridiculous man.
The man who answered the door looked anything but ridiculous. He was absolutely not what you’d been expecting at what-six foot two? Filled out well too with bright blue eyes you could get lost in, blonde hair shorter on the sides a little bit flopping at the top and a smile that screamed “good ol’ boy” more than anything you had ever seen.
And you were fucking hooked.
But you were a professional and despite the sudden mental images of jumping on him and pressing your body to his (likely muscular and strong and maybe even a bit pudgy) body you simply smiled brightly and hoped that Din would keep his professional manner even though Quinn McKenna was definitely one of your types.
“Mornin’, thank you both for comin’,” McKenna said before waving the two of you in.
Din let you lead and he followed both you and McKenna to the dining room table where your possible employer sat in front of both of you. He was prepared, both your resumes sat before him and he had them side by side with what looked like prepared questions written down. Din and you shared a glance that spoke volumes. He was very serious wasn’t he? Maybe he was political, maybe he was a part of the mob or maybe he was some kind of paranoid kook. It was a nice house and it actually reminded you of David Lieberman’s house in ‘The Punisher’ and then a fourth option to what Mr. McKenna did crossed your mind quickly followed by a fifth.
Either he was a government spook, or he was the Punisher. Either way you weren’t that mad about it.
“Take a seat,” Quinn gestured to the chairs in front of him with a face that didn’t betray much emotion.
You noticed that he glanced at you a few times too many, but he made it hard to read what was going on in his head. He must have noticed the confused looks on your faces, because he gave you a reassuring smile as you sat down before clearing his throat. “You must be wondering why I needed two nannies with your type of background,” he chuckled.
You exchanged a look with Din for a split second before Mr. McKenna broke the semi-awkward silence. “I’m in the military too and I wanted people I could trust with my kid’s safety,” he explained. His answer was still a little vague for you, but you figured you’d ask him more about it later. It was nice to know he would understand the two of you though, you’d worked security for a little while and were amazed at how much people pushed back when asked what you thought was safest. With Mr. McKenna you might fight over strategies but at least he’d understand them.
You found yourself wondering what branch he was in, what his rank was when Din spoke, pulling you back to the present.
“Well, in that case, you found the right people for the job,” Din said in a professional manner. “We both served in the Marines. I was a Corporal and she was a Sergeant as I’m sure you saw by our records.” Din explained, and you took a moment to admire how well he always pitched the two of you as valuable assets. He went on to detail (as much as he was allowed to) how you’d worked together for years. You did chime in here and there with details Din couldn’t remember and explained your individual special skills.
Din was a master of stealth, infiltration and quiet extraction were his specialties. You on the other hand were a sniper. Your furthest confirmed kill was clocked at 1110 yards– a near record. The pair of you were well trained in hand-to-hand combat and familiar with most guns that could be thrown at you though with the choice between a gun or a knife, you favored the K-Bar while Din favored his Sig Sauer.
Mr. McKenna crossed his arms in front of his chest, giving Din an impressed look as he heard his pitch. His eyes had lit up when you said you were a sniper and you smiled back, recognizing the look of a fellow sniper in him. The fact that you had something so specific in common was mind blowing really! While you both derailed for a moment to talk about things you saw Din smirking a little. Ass. He knew exactly what it meant when you grinned like that. Trying to stay professional (and not give Din the satisfaction of knowing your thoughts too well) you locked down the thoughts of the two of you on a date, seeing who could hit the farthest target even if it would probably be you.
“Both of your resumes are impressive, but I’m wonderin’ why you guys left after spending so much time climbing the ranks.” Mr. McKenna quirked an eyebrow at you, so you chose to answer this question instead of leaving it to Din.
“It was just time for us to get out. With all the jobs I’ve had in the world I’ve listened to my gut about when it was time to seek out something else. Din trusted me enough that when I said the Marines wasn’t the right career for us anymore that he put in to leave when I did. A few months after we left we got word that a lot of our unit had been badly injured in an ambush masquerading as a rescue mission.” You shifted your hair from one side to the other and kept eye contact with Mr. McKenna, who let out a sigh through his nose and nodded. Nothing else needed to be said about that.
After that it lightened up. You felt at ease answering his questions; he didn’t seem as intimidating as you initially thought him to be, and the interview eventually flowed more like a friendly conversation than a job interview. You all even laughed about things! Maybe it was the fact that the three of you could bond over your military backgrounds (Quinn as he insisted on being called after the third time he was referred to as Mr. McKenna, was a Ranger Captain), or maybe it was because of the way that Quinn looked at you differently than he’d look at Din. You didn’t have time to put your finger on what kind of look it was exactly before a young boy came walking out of a nearby hallway but it certainly warmed you all over. It was nice to talk so freely with another man besides Din too, someone else who understood.
Din’s face lit up as he saw him, and you couldn’t help but smile as he exclaimed, “Oh hey, little man! Is that Rory?” He asked as he turned to Quinn with a bright smile.
“Yup,” Quinn responded, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he gestured for Rory to sit beside him. He ruffled Rory’s hair and pointed in yours and Din’s direction to introduce you to him. “These might be your new nannies, whaddya think of that, bud?”
Din held his fist out for Rory to bump and you shook the little guy’s hand in a greeting, smiling widely at how cute he was. You glanced up at Quinn as Din and Rory exchanged a few words, already acting like they were the best of friends. Quinn was obviously very protective of his son, happily watching the exchange, but you could tell he was watching closely to see how Din would get along with him. Din was being his usual self around children, boisterous but at a respectful volume, which was so different from how he was around most new people. You laughed at a stupid joke Din made which made Rory smile before running your hands through your hair again. Your eyes were pulled towards Quinn in soft glances and you noticed when he glanced at you as well, carefully timed to when you were listening to Rory talk about what he liked to do and how he liked things to be.
Before your eyes could meet Quinn’s and you could really analyze those glances, you heard Rory mention something about a fight.
“I’m sorry sweetheart what did you say?” Quinn looked at Rory, stunned and then at the two of you.
“Now hang on buddy I don’t-“ His father started but Rory kept going anyway. He was definitely determined and had been waiting to say this.
“I wanna see you guys fight, you know, see who’s better. And the winner can fight my dad! If you can beat my Dad or just hold your own you’re definitely good enough to be my nanny.” The sweet faced little boy was so succinct about his needs that you laughed a little incredulously but with no small amount of humor.
“You know what you want sweetheart I’ll give you that,” you said with a grin and shrug to Quinn and Din. “I’m game, but we probably shouldn’t swing to really hurt each other. Do you have boxing gloves maybe or we could do more Jiu Jitsu and grapple rather than throw punches.”
“Yeah no, no real hits. But if the little man wants to see a fight he’s gonna get a fight.” Din was already standing, making to take off his nice jacket and you were following suit when Quinn stood and waved his hands. Jesus-his hands were huge. How had you not noticed that yet?
“Hang on hang on,” he said looking at the pair of you, both paused with your jackets pooled at your elbows.
“But Daaaaad,” Rory whined, looking up at him.
Quinn raised a brow at his son before smirking and letting out a small chuckle. “You guys shouldn’t fight…” He grinned at Rory before adding, “...in the house.”
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Log Cabin and A Brewing Fire Part II (Trevante Rhodes x Reader)
Pairing: Nebraska Williams ( Trevante Rhodes) x Reader
Warnings: none for this chapter
A/N: here’s part two. This will be a series and it is SLOWBURN. If you haven’t please read PART ONE HERE just so it’ll all make sense. Thank you guys so much for tuning in!!!
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Knock, Knock
You were currently in your favorite snow boots, bubble rain/snow resistant jacket, and a pair of black jeans knocking on Nebraska’s door. He never kept it locked but you were trying to enforce some boundaries on yourself. Even if he was a guest, you couldn’t just barge into his room whenever you felt the slightest inclination.
He’d been here a total of three days already and if you were being honest, you could hardly feel any change since he’d arrived. His presence was so small and mute, most times you forgot he was even there. You figured whatever it was that was plaguing him mentally, it couldn’t help that he was by himself so much here.
So you were actively going to try and work with him. Get him out and talking, maybe even about why he feels the way he feels. Which is what brought you outside of his door now. You woke up with the brilliant idea for the two of you to take a walk in the snow, hoping it would give you both a chance to at least get to know each other.
Knock, knock, knock, kno-
Nebraska opened the door midknock and you wanted to sink into the ground at the sight of him. He was shirtless, chest and abs glistening with water droplets, his face, neck, beard, etc, were also soaking wet and there was a towel hanging loosely around his hips. It was obvious he’d just stepped out of the shower.
“Yes ma’am?” He said lowly, snapping you out of your shocked state.
“Oh you don’t have to call me ma’am! You really don’t even have to be formal at all! Unless that’s what you’re comfortable with. Then by all means do whatever you like but calling me ma’am isn’t... like.... necessary or uh any..... thing....” you trailed off. He said nothing, silently waiting for you to continue with whatever brought you to his door.
“Well anyway, I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a hike this morning. The weather is beautiful at the moment and I thought it’d be nice for you to see the area. New England has some of the most beautiful woodland areas around.” You smiled, forcing yourself to look at his nose and not search for a print below.
“Alright,” he said.
“Great! Amazing! Um, I’ll just meet you downstairs then whenever you’re ready!” You chirped and walked away leaving him to get dressed.
You went and sat on the sofa of your living room, watching the snow gently drift down through the huge window looking outside. You couldn’t have been sitting there for even ten minutes when you heard his heavy boots trudge downstairs, fully dressed in jeans, combat boots, a long sleeve shirt, snowcap and a thick winter jacket. He dressed in all black, as did you and it almost looked like the two of you were matching.
“Ready?” You quipped and he nodded. So the two of you set off.
The walk began quietly as the two of you headed out the back door, through your yard and out to one of your favorite trails. The sun was shining bright, providing a little warmth to the two of you as you trudge through the snow.
“So tell me about yourself Nebraska,” you started, shoving your gloved hands in your coat pockets to keep warm.
“Not much to tell,” he said solemnly. You’d anticipated such an answer and thought ahead.
“Well then let’s start in the beginning, where are you from?”
“Born in Louisiana, moved to Nebraska when I was 7.”
“Oh so that’s where you get your nickname from huh? Pretty cool,” you smiled. He said nothing.
“So what made you join the army?”
“It fit. I was strong, followed directions well, thought I was making a difference.”
“Well my Uncle thinks the world of you, raves about you all the time.” You saw the corners of his mouth turn up in a small smile.
“He’s always looked out for me..... probably even when he shouldn’t have,” his tone dropped and you could hear a hint of sadness in his voice. Well more sadness than usual.
“Hey, it’ll be alright,” you said and you decided to take a big risk and pat him on the back. You might as well have been patting a wall with how hard it was.
The two of you walked a bit more in silence before a loud ringtone broke the quiet around you. Nebraska reached into his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone, answering it immediately.
“Aye. Yeah? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah..... yeah. Mmhm. Okay. See you then.” He hung up the phone and you looked at him curiously, the unspoken question hanging in the air.
“Mind if we cut this hike short?” He didn’t really seemed to be asking but looked at you expectantly anyway.
“Yeah sure, that’s fine,” and with that the two of you began to walk back. You were quiet but you couldn’t help your mind from wandering. Your curiosity was literally burning in the back of your brain and you were dying to know who it was he was meeting.
But if he’d wanted you to know he’d have told you. So you kept the inquiries to yourself.
The two of you made it back to you house and in your driveway was a gigantic red flatbed truck with a tarp in the back. A white man with blonde hair and an equally blonde blonde mustache hopped out of the vehicle. The first thing you noticed was how tall he was. He was clearly one of Nebraska’s army buddies.
“McKenna,” Nebraska grinned and this had to be the first time you’d seen a genuine smile on his face since he got here. It was absolutely breathtaking, he had slight dimples that flared and his teeth were perfectly white and supremely straight. His eyes crinkled in the smile and you could see he was genuinely happy to see him.
“You’re hard to track down. General (Y/L/N) really put you in the middle of no where huh? This his niece?” McKenna said turning to you.
“Yeah. Y/N this is Captain Quinn McKenna.” The Captain extended his hand to you and you took it lightly.
“Pleasure to meet you ma’am. Not staying long, just stopped by to drop off this old hunk of metal,” he laughed, winking at Nebraska.
“Hunk of metal?” You questioned. McKenna pulled back the tarp on the back of his truck to reveal the sleekest motorcycle you’d ever seen. You didn’t know much about motorcycles but this was was big, black and shiny so you had to assume it was well taken care of.
“Couldn’t let this baby rot away on the base, now could I.” McKenna quipped then he and Nebraska lowered it down on the ground together.
“Thanks Cap,” Nebraska grinned.
“Don’t mention it, Williams. To anybody. Ever. Especially the General, he’d have my head if he knew I handed you your mobility.” McKenna said tossing Nebraska a helmet.
“Be careful on that thing. And hurry up and get your ass back to base, we need you.” McKenna slapped Nebraska’s back and then headed back to get in his truck, pausing before he got in.
“Y/N,” he nodded throwing you a curtesy wave before taking off. That left you and Nebraska alone again and the silence fell over you two once more.
“Well that was awfully nice of him,” you smiled. Nebraska nodded once but said nothing, turning his attention to his bike.
“Well I’m gonna go start breakfast. Would you like anything?” He shook his head no and you continued on the the kitchen.
You made yourself a bowl of sweetened granola and oats then sat on your windowsill languidly picking at the meal, only really stomaching a few bites before tossing the rest out. You had work in a couple of hours and decided to go ahead and start getting ready for that.
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You got home from work much later than you usually do, sinking into a chair in the living room as soon as you stepped through the door. You were exhausted and it seemed the museum was always more popular this time of year increasing your work load. That and the fact that you had three new exhibits coming in and two old exhibits moving on had you more stressed than usual.
You were too tired to eat dinner and decided to just head to bed. You were almost to your door when you heard the undeniable sound of someone grunting. Specifically a male grunt. There was also a lot of heavy breathing and the headboard squeaking as it tapped against the wall. You felt your veins ice over thinking the worst.
Of course you’d never outwardly told Nebraska he wasn’t allowed to have female.....’company’ but with him only being here a total of four days even you could admit that was moving pretty fast.
You couldn’t control your feet as they slowly made their way to his door. It was cracked and you gently pushed it open a smidge, hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl he was with. This New England town was only so big and you pretty much knew almost everyone here, so whoever his partner in crime was, you were bound to at least know who she was.
You peaked through the crack, your moral conscious screaming at you otherwise. What you found before you couldn’t have shocked you more.
He was doing crunches on the side of his bed. His force and bulk making the bed squeak as he did one after another. He was shirtless yet again and his body was glistening with sweat.
You couldn’t help the sigh of relief from washing over you and he heard it, causing him to pause. You pushed the door all the way open and began walking in before he had he chance to turn around so it wouldn’t look like you were spying (even if you obviously were).
“Heyyyy..... what are you still doing up?” You asked nonchalantly as you leaned against his open door.
“Couldn’t sleep.” He said out of breath.
“Really? Because you actually look pretty sleepy,” you noted, finally getting a good look at his eyes with him on the ground. Upon further inspection, he almost looked like he hadnt slept in days.
“I, uh, I don’t sleep at night.” He said, standing up.
“Why’s that?”
“Can’t seem to catch it.” He shrugged, grabbing a towel off his nightstand. It looked like he was about to take a shower.
“You know I used to be the same way then I- HEY! I’ve got an idea! Why don’t you sleep in my room. There’s fairy lights, an oil defuser, rain sounds, who knows maybe that’ll help you get to sleep. That’s what I do instead of counting sheep.” Maybe swapping rooms would help him feel a little more at ease, plus you didn’t mind sleeping in his room if that meant he’d get some proper rest. You always enjoyed the window view from his room better anyway.
“Umm... I don’t know..... Let me think on it,” he said hesitantly and you know he wasn’t really going for it but at least you tried.
“Okay well let me if you change your mind. Good Night,” you said turning towards the door.
“Night.”
~*~
A nice long hot shower later and you were in bed in your t-shirt and underwear on, languidly reading your latest novel when you began to drift in and out of sleep, finally sub-coming to your own slumber.
You could vaguely register Nebraska’s massive frame entering the room and laying down next to you.
“You changed your mind?” You asked groggily.
“Yeah,” was all you could remember he said and then you fell back asleep, too tired to make the trip over to his room. Even though the bed had plenty of room, Nebraska was all the way at the opposite edge, once again trying to make his presence barely know, as if he were trying to disappear.
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Table for Four
Dave York x Carol York x female reader x Quinn McKenna
Co-written with @absurdthirst
Rating: Explicit! 18+ only friends!
Word Count: 18.6k
Warnings: MMFF group sex all the way - don’t bother to keep reading if MM or FF isn’t your thing. Everybody is all over everybody and it’s delicious. Cursing, soft!dom Dave, subby Quinn, lingerie, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, everybody here loves tits, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, a dash of spanking, anal sex, I guess a flash of a size kink but blink and you’ll miss it. Swinging Yorks, future poly vibes.
Summary: Dave and Carol take Dave’s assistant - their lover - out for a birthday dinner and insist that your new boyfriend come along as well. The night only gets more interesting when it’s revealed that Carol and Quinn have a history.
Notes: Listen, this is 1000% just an excuse to have a foursome with two different characters of Pedro and Boyd’s. I make no apologies because none are necessary. Captain Quinn McKenna is Boyd’s action hero from The Predator (2018) and the dilf vibes are STRONG. (Let’s be real, this could be a whole series, but I’m trying to behave and not have everything be a multi-chapter extravaganza). I could not resist, and @absurdthirst is a beautiful enabler when it comes to all of my horniest thoughts. Thank you, Keri, for always being an amazing co-writer/genius. Your Dave is incomparable.
Last year on your birthday, your brand-new boss had given you a lovely card and sent flowers to your apartment. You had been Mr. York’s personal assistant for only about a month at that point and hadn’t expected anything at all, but quickly found out that he tended to spoil those people that he appreciates most. When he had found out that you love museums, you had quickly been invited to family Smithsonian outings with his wife and girls. The discovery of your favourite flower had led that to that and only that being delivered to your desk, fresh, every Monday morning. You had been convinced for months that Dave York was either just very affectionate or he was trying to get you into his bed.
Ultimately, it had sort of been both. It was his wife Carol who was sending the flowers - beautiful arrangements in a different colour every time. The Smithsonian trips were Dave’s idea. And it was the two of them together who had brought you into their bed, one night after dinner at their house when their daughters were long since asleep and the wine bottles were long since empty. It wasn’t frequent, or tawdry. But Dave or Carol would invite you to dinner or for drinks and you would always end up tangled in their sheets with them afterward: sweaty, satiated, and smiling. You apparently weren’t the first they had done this with, and you were certain you wouldn’t be the last, but the freeing feeling of it couldn’t be matched.
So this year, when your birthday came and Dave and Carol insisted on taking you out to dinner, you fully relished the chance to celebrate. The guy you’ve been seeing hasn’t made any noises about being exclusive and you’re not hurrying to give up your place between Dave and Carol, so everything has been smooth sailing. Or had been. Until Carol had insisted that you bring your new guy to dinner. “Dave wants to make sure he’s good enough for you,” she had told you over the phone last week. “You know how protective he is.”
You definitely do know that. The fact that Dave had wanted to meet your new guy had surprised you. You had barely told him anything except that he existed, but your boss wanted to make sure that you are in good hands.
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"David, you need to behave tonight." The use of his entire first name rather than the shortened Dave he prefers makes him pause at where he is knotting his tie in the mirror.
His wife, his gorgeous and very perceptive wife is still sitting in her lingerie at the bright vanity, applying makeup that she doesn't actually need. She is beautiful just the way that she is when she wakes up with mussed hair and sleepy eyes, although she will just laugh and tell him that his biased. He is. She has borne him two beautiful little girls, but it doesn't change the fact that his wife is a stunning creature without the stuff she puts on her face.
"When have I ever not behaved?" He asks, smirking slightly at the way she raises her brows and gives him a very knowing look. "Fine, I will do my best to not scare him." That seems to mollify her slightly. "Unless he is not treating her right. Then I'm sorry, but there is no way I'm going to just sit by and let her be mistreated."
“Do you really think she would keep somebody around who isn’t worth her time?” Carol tuts softly and shakes her head at her husband. “Don’t go looking for an excuse to dislike him, either.”
"I'm not." Dave turns away from the mirror he is standing in front of and steps over to where Carol is sitting. His hands rest on her shoulders and he strokes them gently. "I know that you are curious about who our girl is seeing too." He coos softly. "Don't lie and tell me you aren't slightly worried that she might choose someone who would not be good for her."
“I trust her.” Carol states, but her shoulders soften under his hands. “I’m more worried that he might not be okay with us.” After all - it’s not as though swinging was incredibly common. Even if people liked to pretend it was becoming mainstream, it definitely isn’t. And Carol likes you. She has right from the start. She doesn’t want it to be like last time.
Dave sees the worry in her eyes and leans down, pressing his lips to her hair. "I'm worried about that too, sweetheart." His heart clenches as he thinks about the ugliness the last time both of them had really opened their hearts to someone. It wasn't easy and they had tried to stick to casual, but it was hard to do when both of them were caring.
“Well,” she shrugs, doing her best to remind herself that that worrying won’t help anything. She turns at her vanity, uncrossing her legs to let Dave’s hungry eyes roam over her choice of lingerie before she slips into a dress. “Do you approve?”
"I wish we had time for me to take it off of you and show you how much I like it." He smirks slightly and drinks in the sight of her curves wrapped in lace. "But it would be rude of me to unwrap her present before she can."
“I’m sure she’ll let you help if you ask nicely.” Carol purrs, getting up from her seat to move past him. “Go wait for me downstairs, love. I’ll be ready in a minute.”
He ambles down the stairs and stops at the bottom to check his tie one last time and adjusts his hair. Tonight is all about you but he wants to make sure he looks good while taking you out. The reservations have been made and he smirks at the small, wrapped gift that Carol and he had picked out together. Along with the bouquet of flowers that he had picked up on the way home from dropping the girls off at their grandmother's for the night, everything was ready. The overnight bag his wife had packed earlier was already loaded in the trunk of the car.
******
It wasn’t unusual for Quinn to get held up at work. It just sucks that it had to be tonight. He had sent about twenty apology texts and promised to be at the restaurant on time, but he wouldn’t be able to come over for a drink beforehand like you had originally planned. “I’ll make it up to you.” He promised in his ninth and thirteenth texts, and you know he will - Captain Quinn McKenna has always been as good as his word. It’s not his fault that sometimes his job is demanding. Sometimes Dave’s is, too. And that means sometimes yours is.
You thank the doorman at the Hay-Adams for pointing you in the direction of the hotel’s prestigious restaurant and shake your head a little. Dave and Carol had completely overdone it, as usual. The amazing restaurant and gorgeous hotel make a very romantic backdrop for a birthday dinner. It’s a good thing you had looked the place up beforehand so you could dress appropriately.
As usual, Dave spots you first, his observant eyes always on the lookout and he smiles when he spots you. Immediately standing and there is a small frown on his face when he doesn't see anyone following up behind you. He had double checked with you just yesterday that your boyfriend would be joining you for dinner. He tucks his hand against his stomach to prevent his tie from moving too much as he moves around the table, reaching you before the host can pull out your chair and he waves him off so he can pull out your chair himself. "Happy birthday, sweetheart." He murmurs, leaning in and kissing your cheek. "You look stunning."
“Thank you,” you hum softly and touch Dave’s hand on your arm. “You both look amazing. As always.” Your other hand reaches across the table to squeeze Carol’s. “I’m sorry Quinn is late. He got caught up at work.” It feels like such a sad excuse, like you’re trying to cover for him or something, but the fact is that NASA doesn’t give a shit if you have dinner plans or not. “If he’s not here by 8:05 I’ll read him the riot act myself.”
Dave chuckles and pulls out your chair. "Never mind that." He says as you sit, and he pours you some wine from the bottle that is already open and breathing on the table. "It just means we have you all to ourselves for an extra few minutes."
“You didn’t have to do all this.” You know they care about you. You care about them, too. There’s immense trust between the three of you that has built over the last few months. But of course, that never means that you expect them to spoil you like this.
"Of course we do." Carol tuts, giving you a disappointed look. "It's your birthday and we want to do something special for you."
******
Quinn huffs impatiently as he strides through the restaurant lobby, cursing the fact that his options were to either show up in uniform or be even later. It’s not the end of the world - he knows that you like him dressed up like this - but he had bought a new suit and brought it to his office with the intention of changing before leaving to pick you up.
He didn’t want your boss to dislike him. Over the last six weeks you had had nothing but the best things to say about your boss and his wife and Quinn was finding himself feeling a lot of things for you very quickly, so he wanted the people that are important to you to like him. His whole life got left behind in Corpus Christi, but yours is all here, and he wants to be a part of that if you’ll let him.
The restaurant is nicer than he would ever have chosen. This is the kind of place he dreamed of being able to take a girl for a special occasion, but it’s always been a little out of his depth as far as funds. He’s contemplating how grateful he is to be stuck in his uniform - who fucking knows if the suit he picked or is nice enough for this place? - when he spots you: sitting there glowing at him with a glass of wine in one hand and a gorgeous smile painted across your face. Your boss and his wife have their backs to him and he quickly squeezes his way to the table with cover and your gift in his hands. “I’m so sorry I’m late, baby, it was meeting after meeting.”
Dave stands, reaching across the back to extend his hand out to McKenna. "Captain." He offers with an easy smile. Even though he is assigned to the Stargazer program at NASA, he still retains his rank and wears his uniform. Dave notes with some small amount of pleasure that his display of ribbons far exceeds the man in front of him, although his uniform is long retired. "What battalion were you in?" He asks, nodding to the Ranger tab underneath his ribbons.
“First.” Quinn reaches for the other man’s hand and notes the slight set of his jaw that reads competition before his eyes flick around the table to take in the rest of the scene and he almost jumps in surprise. “Carol?”
Carol's eyes widen almost comically, and Dave lifts his brow in surprise as he lets go of the other man's hand. "Quinn?" She gasps out, telling Dave that there was definitely a history there that was going to be interesting to uncover. "Oh my god, I-I didn't – how are you? It's been what? Ten years?"
“Something like that, yeah.” His slack jawed surprise turns to that signature cocky grin of his when he sits down beside you. He can definitely navigate tonight if one of the people you have such a high opinion of is Carol Zebrowski. “Well, this is a fun surprise.”
Dave filters through his memory of McKenna's file, which he had most certainly used his clearance to get access to, and pieces it together. "You both were at Vanderbilt at the same time." He blurts out, looking over to Carol to confirm.
“Wait, this is Carol? College Carol?” You ask as soon as it is out of Dave’s mouth, and you feel like you could melt into the floor when Quinn’s grin widens.
“Yes,” Carol is laughing herself, nodding at the shock of the situation. “Quinn and I were at Vanderbilt together.” Leaning over, she presses a kiss to Dave’s cheek. Her husband really does have a type. “This is my husband, Dave,” she nudges him gently. “Who I’m sure will pick his proverbial jaw up off the floor any moment.”
Dave shakes his head, amazed at how small of a world it seems to be. He's read all about McKenna as far as his background and more extensively into his time with the Rangers and then attached to the Stargazer program after the dust up in Texas and Tennessee. His people had been impressed with him.
"So, it seems as though everyone at this table is very intimately acquainted with the exception of me and McKenna." Dave quips, unable to help himself, huffing at the irony of his wife also having slept with your new beau.
The smile Carol gives him is very distinctly we can fix that and your eyes widen ever so slightly before you can pull them back into your head. “And here I was wasting time wondering if everyone would get along.” You murmur, feeling your ears heat up in embarrassment.
Now that Dave has figured out that this is the man that Carol was seeing before they met, he relaxes drastically. It hadn't ended on bad terms and there was not one instance where she had said he had mistreated her. Instead, their schedules had interrupted their dating and very soon after that, Dave had met her and had instantly swept her off her feet.
"Well, you can relax sweetheart." Dave sends you a small wink. "He has Carol's stamp of approval, and you know how highly I hold her opinion."
“I’m glad my tardiness won’t be held against me.” Quinn’s fingers slip under yours, raising your hand to his lips for him to press a kiss to the soft skin of your wrist. “Sweetheart.” He barely raises his eyebrow at you but you burn a little deeper into your embarrassment and busy yourself taking a sip or three of wine.
Dave decides that he will change the subject. "Well, now that you are here, we can start celebrating our birthday girl." He nods towards the menu in front of you and his eyes slide over to Quinn. "Dinner is on us, I insist, so order whatever you want." His hand moves around Carol to slide along her back as he leans over share the menu with his wife rather than open the one at his wrist.
You smile at Dave’s small show of protectiveness over his wife and sit back in your seat. Quinn is still holding loosely to your hand as he peruses the faces around the table instead of the menu, always landing back on yours beside him. “How was everyone’s day at work?” You ask by way of trying to find a new topic.
"There has been a rash of stomach virus going around the schools." Carol tells you as she picks up her wine glass and takes a sip. "Appointments were back to back all day so I was happy to be able to come home and look forward to unwinding with you tonight."
“What do you think, hun?” You raise an eyebrow at Quinn. “Elementary school kids with stomach bugs, or meeting with the Joint Chiefs?”
Dave snorts, shaking his head. "Kids whine less than the Joint Chiefs." He tells you and Carol. "Isn't that right, McKenna?"
“I’d rather chaperone my kid’s field trips any day.” Quinn agrees immediately.
Carol chuckles and turns to give Dave a kiss that isn't to show off in the least, just a habit of affection. "It's very hard being Dr. York, thank you. I'll leave the bureaucratic dealings to you." She tells him with a grin.
"So." She turns her eyes back towards Quinn. "The Army, huh? I had wondered what had happened to you. It's such a small world because Dave was actually in the Rangers when we met."
"Is that right?" The younger of the two men looks suitably impressed if slightly amused. "It's been the Army since after graduation. Got married while I was stationed in Corpus Christi. Um...it didn't last, obviously, but my son Rory is an amazing kid. About six months ago I was transferred to a project at NASA. And about six weeks ago I wasn't paying attention to where I was going in the National Museum of American History and stepped on this beauty's toes." Quinn's smile when he turns to you could light up a whole building, blue eyes flashing in the dim lights of the dining room.
Dave's thumb on Carol's back moves slightly, a small sign between the couple. He smiles at the way you fluster and has to admit that you seem just as smitten with the other man. Carol's eyes meet his and a silent conversation passes between them.
******
After that, dinner is easy. Dave's protective instincts seem mollified and Carol and Quinn trade stories easily. You float in and out of whatever topics are offered, flustering slightly at compliments that you never seem to know how to take or offering stories of your own when they fit. Quinn's fingertips on your knees brush gently across your warm skin, made warmer and bolder by a little wine, and that alone would give you a sense of anticipation, except the hungry look in Dave's eyes hasn't limited itself to the delicious food. You would never call your lover a predatory man, but his tendency toward domination was obvious. Dave likes to be in control - to be the one giving out pleasure and deciding what form it will take - and from the dark look in his eyes for half the meal, he's already made a decision as to what tonight's pleasure will include. It makes you shiver just thinking about it, avoiding his eyes so you don't give yourself away,
"May I offer dessert?" Dave gives a slight smirk, already knowing what kind of dessert he prefers to have as he looks up at the waiter that has been keeping their wine and water glasses refilled throughout the night.
"The chef should have something special prepared for us." He informs him lightly, looking over at you with a molten expression. "We are celebrating this beauty's birthday today.”
"My apologies sir, I shall check with the chef right away." He scampers off and Carol reaches into her bag to pull out the gift she had brought.
"This is for you from David and I." She offers with a smile.
“Honestly, you didn’t—" the protest does on your lips when you see Carol’s eyes shine with affection, and you murmur a small “thank you” instead. The neat and tidy wrapping paper means that Carol definitely wrapped it herself, and you gasp softly when the silver paper gives way to the unmistakable red of a Cartier jewelry box. “Dave…” You had had a conversation with him ages ago about jewelry when he was picking something out for his and Carol’s anniversary during which all manner of Cartier and Tiffany items had been under consideration. He must have remembered some of your favorites. Quinn sits up next to you to watch you open the slim box, revealing a gold chain bracelet with a diamond nestled in a Trinity knot at its center. “You remembered…” You’re not sure why it surprises you, but there it is. “Thank you both. It’s gorgeous.”
"You are so very welcome." Carol smiles at you with adoration. "You put up with David and we both know that he can be demanding, especially when a job is not exactly going his way."
It was an understatement. Dave could be meticulous and had honestly thought that you would quit the first time you had seen his temper in play when he was angry at an op gone wrong. Not that he was ever physically or verbally violent with your or his wife. He just tended to be moody. Far different from the Dave you had known up to that point.
“I wouldn’t be very good at my job if I let a mood swing get to me.” Considering you’d come to be Dave York’s personal assistant by way of the White House, you were very good at your job. But being a White House staffer when the new administration took over meant starting from scratch, and you’d been happy to find such a good position with such a respectful new boss.
Dave glances over at Quinn to make sure that the other man isn't resentful and gives him a small nod of appreciation when he doesn't see any animosity in the younger man's gaze. "Damn, I went the wrong path." Quinn huffs, leaning back with a grin. "DIA, huh?"
Repressing the small smirk on his face, he nods. "Your Need To Know would be higher." He tells him, fully read in on what Quinn was really doing at NASA.
“I’m very happy knowing Quinn isn’t out on deployments anymore,” you admit softly.
Carol bobs her head quickly. "I can understand that. I still hate when Dave has to go out of town. Although it's not as often now with the girls."
“Well,” Quinn leans over, quickly capturing your lips in a soft kiss before he smiles. “It’s not quite as compact, but happy birthday, gorgeous.” From beside his chair, he passes a gift bag over to you, very obviously nervous about whether or not you’ll approve of its contents.
That nervousness is very, very short lived.
The sleek box inside the gift bag is nothing more or less than Hermès, and since you know Quinn’s tendencies aren’t toward anything fancy in the least, you wonder briefly if you have his ex-wife or his twin sister to thank for his stellar shopping skills. “Baby…” breathed the same way you said Dave’s name just a minute ago, you crack the box open in disbelief - finding the Pegasus canvas handbag that you’ve been coveting for a year, staring back at you. The little sneak must have seen the outlet store tab open on your browser. With one hand to your chest in surprise, you lean across your chair to kiss him again and whisper your thanks quietly. “You realize no other birthday will ever live up to this one again?” You ask the three of them, your voice full of awe that they did so much.
Dave is impressed with Quinn and gives him a nod of approval, not that he needs one. He's very aware of that tone that you used with the other man. "You deserve it, sweetheart." He tells you as the waiter brings out the special dessert that he had ordered. Baked Alaska flambé. He sets it in front of you with a flourish and pours the rum over the top of the brown meringue from a small sliver dish and sets it on fire.
“I’m never having another birthday.” You declare with a soft gasp. “Nothing will ever beat this.” The three people at this table are three of your favourite humans that you’ve ever known in your life - every one of them an amazing lover on top of being intelligent, considerate, and caring people and you very nearly have tears in your eyes. “I feel very thoroughly spoiled,” you tell them honestly. “Thank you so much.”
"The night isn't over yet." Dave warns you with a grin. He looks over at Carol and bites his lip at her raised eyebrow before he turns back to you and Quinn. "We've also rented a suite upstairs." He announces.
“A suite?” Quinn’s eyebrow raises in much the same way Carol’s has as an understanding passes between them.
Carol was always…adventurous. Liking to try new positions, toys, and kinks, and sometimes wanting to open their bed up to others as well.
You had told him you were still seeing someone else. This weekend was going to be the weekend he told you how he felt about you and had been planning to ask if you would consider shortening your list of partners to just him - but if Carol and Dave are who you are also seeing? He’s suddenly a lot less worried about someone else holding your heart and a lot more interested in what else you might be into that he didn’t know about. “Is that something that…everyone is enjoying?”
You could melt into your seat - worried more than anything about there being some kind of disagreement. Quinn had been respectful of your seeing other people until this point, but you have no idea what he’ll think now that he knows those people are your boss and his ex-girlfriend.
Dave nods seriously. "That isn't a problem, is it?" He asks, knowing that some men might find it strange that he was allowed to touch the other woman as well, but this was something that Carol and he did together. Men or women, whoever had captured their interest.
“Not at all.” Quinn shakes his head, and you can feel his fingers brush the skin just above the hem of your dress. “Just wondering where I fit into all this.”
Carol hasn’t flinched, carefully doling out servings of the beautiful dessert that had been ordered, and you’re fairly certain someone is about to react poorly but you’re not sure who. At least, people have always reacted poorly in the past, so that’s what you’re expecting.
"You fit wherever you want to fit." Dave offers with a small smirk. "Depending on how your tastes run, there are plenty of ways to fit everyone together."
Carol passes him a slice of the dessert and he turns to her. "Thank you honey." He murmurs, leaning in and giving her a soft kiss. "Especially considering you've already slept with my wife before, and she counts you as an excellent lover."
Your face is burning but the fire shoots straight to your core immediately after igniting, twisting inside you as Quinn’s fingers ride higher on your thigh under the table. “Is that…” You know he’s bi. That had been something that got talked about early on. But you have no idea what his experiences have been or what kind of men he’s attracted to beyond the one character from Game of Thrones that you’ve drooled over together. But…you can never know unless you ask, right? “Is that something everyone would be interested in?” The thought of all three of them sharing you has you on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Carol shifts slightly in her chair and Dave's other hand has slipped beneath the table to rest high on his wife's thigh. "I think that this is something that all of us can agree on, we want to make this a birthday you will never forget." She purrs, arching a brow at Quinn while she gives hers and Dave's answer.
Quinn smiles to soothe the uncertainty on your face, his fingers creeping ever higher on your thigh. “Does that sounds good to you, beautiful?” The promise shining in his eyes is dark and tinged with eagerness. Dave is exactly it the type of man he’s attracted to, and he wouldn’t mind a little reunion with Carol, either. But only if it’s what you want.
You swear you can hear yourself gulp when your mouth waters and you nod slowly. You have a change of clothes in your car because you weren’t sure whose bed you were going to end up in tonight - and apparently that was good planning. “I—um…” you laugh, a breathy little thing born of disbelief. “Fuck…that sounds amazing.”
"Then it's done." Dave decides with authority in his voice, smug in the way that this night is going to turn out. "Whatever you want, sweetheart, all you have to do is tell us and all three of us will make sure that you get it." His own fingers slide up Carol's thighs and dip under the dress. "You should see the other present Carol has for you to unwrap." He tells you with a wicked grin before he winks at you, pads of his fingers pressing against his wife's cunt.
“Jesus…” You whine slightly, only to have to bite your lip when Quinn’s fingers find the apex of your own thighs. Carol’s taste in lingerie is exquisite and you had tried your best to find something comparable for whoever you went home with tonight - so both of you would be unwrapped in due course.
"Jesus is right." Dave purrs. "I wanted to rip it off of her before we came to dinner tonight and leave a thick load of cum inside of her for you to lick out." He drags his fingers up and down Carol's rapidly moist slit, soaking through the lace. "But now I need everyone to be good boys and girls and eat their dessert so we can get to the real fun."
Both men smirk at the way your eyes snap forward to what you’ve been told to do, the pads of Quinn’s fingers dragging along the seam of your dripping cunt agonizingly slowly before he takes them away completely and subtly leans his chin on that hand while he breathes in your scent.
"Daaaaaviddddd." Carol whines slightly when he pulls his own fingers away from her throbbing core and he leans over to kiss her lips softly.
"Dessert first and then we'll let Quinn and our birthday girl taste you." He offers, forking up and bite of her baked Alaska and offering it to her. "While she sits on my face."
“Fuck…” You shiver noticeably and take a small bite of your dessert and Quinn smirks beside you.
“I’m not surprised she found another soldier,” he tells Dave with an affectionate glance in your direction. “She takes orders so well.”
"They both do." Dave agrees, remembering how much Carol enjoyed stripping off his uniform when he was still wearing it. "What about you Captain? Used to giving the orders or do you like following them as well?" There's a bit more behind the question than just the obvious and he knows Quinn understands his meaning.
With his fork halfway to his mouth, Quinn’s lazy, cocky smirk turns a little coy. “I can be a very obedient soldier for the right commander.” He tells the other man frankly. Normally he likes the give and take of a ‘regular’ relationship, but he falls more naturally into a submissive roll with men than he ever does with women. More than a decade of soul searching has led to an understanding that it has to do with physical strength. And Dave York definitely looks like he could physically take charge in the bedroom.
Dave grunts, cock twitching in interest, and Carol gives a small laugh. "You just said the magic words, Quinn." She tells her former lover before she looks over at you. "Does the idea of David and Quinn together bother you?" She asks, not wanting to assume that you would be okay with it. "Or me and Quinn?"
“No,” your voice is a little raspy, mostly from the wave of arousal running through you at the images the three of them are conjuring. “It sounds like a fucking dream, to be honest.”
Dave scoops up some of his own dessert, moaning slightly at the taste and for effect just to watch another pang of lust cross your face. "Finish your fucking dessert." He groans out slightly when he sees you shift and press your thighs together. "I've been dying to taste your pussy all day. Wanted to bury my face in your cunt during work today."
“I take it you like the new skirt, then?” The corner of your lips turns up, enjoying your small victory as you take another bite of the delicious dessert in front of you.
"You know I do." Dave tells you, shaking his head at your smugness.
Carol looks at you and Quinn with an amused smirk. "This will be a very interesting evening and I am delighted that she is dating you Quinn, it puts David's mind at ease."
The younger man seems to understand, and his hand finds your back to let his thumb run small circles between your shoulder blades. “I won’t let anything happen to her,” he assures Dave quietly. “You don’t have to worry about that.”
“That’s good.”
******
The rest of the dessert is consumed quickly, and Dave passes his credit card to the waiter easily. Once the slip is signed, he stands and holds his hand out to help Carol up. “Is everyone ready to take this upstairs?” He asks quietly, wanting to make sure they are all on the same page before it goes any farther.
“Let me grab a change of clothes from my car?” You ask, knowing you’re now admitting that you were fully intending to be taken home by someone after this dinner.
Quinn chuckles, mirroring Dave’s gesture with Carol as he helps you stand on your heels. “Give me your keys and I’ll grab them,” he offers. “I have a change to grab from my car, too. And then none of us will have to give the outside world a second thought until tomorrow.”
Dave smirks, turning to Carol. “Go check in and grab the keys, honey.” He urges his wife. “I’ll grab our bag as well and text me the room number and we will meet you there.”
“Alright, but I’m taking the birthday girl,” Carol grins, grabbing your hand as soon as you’ve handed Quinn your keys. “You boys hurry back, or else we’re starting without you.”
“They will, you know.” Dave huffs as the two men stride out of the restaurant. “They will leave us to watch.”
Quinn shrugs slightly, following Dave out through the hotel lobby. “I like to watch,” he admits with a small chuckle.
“I like to watch too, but I’d rather join.” Dave throws him a grin. “Much more satisfying than my hand.”
“I’m not saying I wouldn’t get impatient.” The younger man - taller, blonde, and blue-eyed - blushes slightly at the grin that’s directed his way. “But like I said. I follow orders when they’re given.”
“We’ll see how well you follow orders tonight then.” Dave promises, having several he wants to give the younger man as the two of them make their way out to the parking garage.
Quinn shivers a little, cock twitching with interest. “Yes sir.”
Dave makes his way over to his wife’s white GLA and pops the trunk before he grabs the small rolling bag from back. “There’s her car.” He tells Quinn as he closes the trunk and nods towards your sedan.
“I know.” A slight smirk crosses Quinn’s lips. “She leaves your office and comes right over to my apartment a couple of times a week.”
Dave ignores the slight pang of jealousy, instead he focuses on the fact that you are happy and having a fulfilling relationship. “No wonder she’s late a few times with coffee.” He chuckles.
“She loves working for you.” From the backseat of your car, he retrieves your small duffel bag before continuing down the line two more vehicles to open his own trunk. “Constantly says you’re the best boss she’s ever had. Now—" Quinn clears his throat a little, willing away the slight itch of envy. “Since she told me all that before I knew she was also sleeping with you, I’m going to assume you were good to her before any of that started.”
"I have tried to be good to her from the beginning, even before we brought her into our bed." Dave assures the other man. "It was actually Carol's choice. I was interested but I do not touch another without her full knowledge and permission. It's just how we work."
“She was like that when I knew her, too.” It’s not lost on him that both women have chosen both him and Dave at respective times. They must be alike in more ways than stature. “I—I’m glad she found someone who can keep up with her. Carol was always miles ahead of everybody else we knew. She had her eyes on the prize from the word go. I’m glad she’s gotten what she wanted.”
"I've done everything in my damn power to make sure she has what she wants." Dave smirks. "Like I know you will with our other girl."
“I have to admit I had a very different vision of how tonight would go.” From his trunk, Quinn produces the garment bag with his new suit waiting inside. It would more than do as a clean set of clothes for tomorrow. At least it was the weekend now and none of them had to worry about work in the morning.
“If you would rather spend the night with her alone...” Dave trails off, leaving the offer open to change the direction of the evening.
“No, that’s…” Quinn shakes his head. A few hours ago, having you alone was his only thought. “I was worried that whoever else she was seeing - obviously, she didn’t tell me who - was someone who would try to...” he huffs. “To take her from me. I’m not trying to sound like a caveman here, but that’s where my head was at.” His head ducks, a slightly apologetic motion, and he shrugs again. “I’m not worried anymore.”
Dave reaches over and squeezes the other man’s shoulder. “I get it. I have to admit I was slightly territorial about her as well. Not because of her being our property or anything like that, but I know we treat her like she deserves.” It’s an odd conversation to have with the man you are dating, but this is an unusual situation. “The fact that Carol spoke so highly of you when we got together changed my mind frame. I don’t have to threaten to break every bone in your body if you hurt her.”
“We should get back.” The fact that Dave is so protective of you is actually a relief to Quinn - seeing how much you’re cared for is doing more to relieve his anxieties than anything else. But with every bit of brain power that’s no longer taken up with concern, there’s more room to wonder what you and Carol are getting up to without them. “Before they lock us out.”
“Right.” Dave slips his phone out of his pocket and smirks when he sees the text Carol as sent him. He turns the phone around to show a key card between your breasts with the number 1202 written at the bottom of the screen.
Quinn groans, pulling his own phone out of his pocket to see if anything different was sent. The photo of you and Carol kissing next to the number on the suite’s door makes him moan out loud before he turns the screen toward Dave to show him.
“Fucking brats.” Dave huffs, striding towards the doors into the hotel so the two of them reach the elevator. “They will be naked up there if we don’t hurry.”
******
The sound of two sets of knuckles knocking on the suite door makes you giggle against Carol’s side. “I think they got our texts,” you laugh.
“You know David was cursing the entire elevator ride up.” Carol smirks as she leans over and kisses you again before she gets up to make her way to the door. “You might get your birthday spanking now.” She warns as she opens the door and bites her lip. “Hi daddy.” She coos teasingly, knowing Dave doesn’t care for the term at all.
“Which one of us is getting spanked?” You tease, laughing when Dave’s face is twisted up in that sour way that only a long meeting seems to do to him.
“Both of you.” He growls, pushing into the room and abandoning the luggage as soon as he gets clear to grab his wife’s waist. Instead of kissing her like he normally would have, he spins her around and pins her back against his chest and watches Quinn come in and basically drop the bags he has. “Kiss her.” Dave orders roughly.
His eyes dart to yours, checking in, to find you watching him with dark intent - breathing a little heavier than usual just like Carol is. “I don’t see how this is punishment,” Quinn quips before bending his head to press a hungry kiss to his former lover’s lips.
Dave smirks over at you, watching you practically drool at the sight of your boyfriend kissing your lover. “Oh, it’s punishment for one of them.” He tells the other man while his hands come up to squeezes both of his wife’s tits over the fabric of her dress.
You whine, leaning your hands on the back of the chair beside you and squeezing your thighs together like it has any prayer of relieving the now-constant ache in your core. “Why am I being punished?” You pout, watching the way Carol’s back arches to push her tits into Dave’s large hands.
“Don’t worry sweetheart.” Dave looks over at you with a smug smirk. “You’ll get to play in just a moment.”
Quinn swallows Carol’s whine, chuckling darkly at the sound before he drags himself away from her lips long enough to breathe before diving in again. His cock is already pressing against the seam of his pants and the most skin he’s seen is your gorgeous cleavage in that photo.
Dave lets go of Carol’s tits to unzip the back of her dress and he turns to you, crooking his finger at you. “Come here, sweetheart.” He orders you. There is no version of your relationship with Dave where you don’t follow his orders, and that easily includes this moment. You walk to him like a magnet, only stopping right in front of him to stroke the bare skin on Carol’s back. “Look at them.” Dave urges you, turning you around so that you can get a closer view of Quinn’s tongue tangling with Carol’s. His own lips trail across your shoulder until he bites down on the juncture of your shoulder and neck to make you moan. “Aren’t they sexy?”
“Mmm,” the sound your make is most accurately described as a desperate whimper as you hurry to agree with him. “Fu—fucking incredible,” you moan, clasping and unclasping your hands at your sides. You haven’t been given permission to touch yet and you don’t want to have it denied for longer than whatever Dave’s mood dictates.
Dave’s hands move to your own zipper, tugging it down and he pushes the dress down your arms. “What do you want birthday girl?” He coos, kissing your ear. “What do you want first? You want them to touch you? You want to play with Carol?”
Dave’s hands on you are hot and firm, holding you to him but not pressing or pushing. “Kiss me?” It’s such a small, simple request, but your eyes turn back to find him watching you intently. “Then I want you to kiss Quinn.”
Grunting in approval, Dave cups your cheek and presses his lips to yours, immediately sliding his tongue over the seam of your lips and pushing inside when you part them for him.
The room fills with indulgent moans, the wet sound of greedy kisses adding to the pornographic quality. Your hands are quick to push the jacket of his suit off his shoulders and tug at the knot in his tie, desperate to get a little bit closer to him after sitting at a desk outside his door all damn day.
Dave sees Carol starting to strip Quinn out of the corner of his eye, smirking slightly into your mouth because he knows just how good she is at getting a man out of his uniform. He drags your dress down and breaks away to moan at the sight of you in your lingerie while you rip the buttons of his shirt off in an attempt to get to him, making him chuckle darkly.
“I’m only making work for myself,” you remind him, knowing you’ll be the one bringing that shirt to his cleaner next week to have the buttons replaced.
Dave lets you work him down to his bare skin, stripped down and his cock is already thick and heavy as it bobs in the air. “Now you want me to kiss Quinn, right?” He asks you, turning to find the other man completely stripped down as well. Carol moves as if Dave has spoken to her, letting Dave step over to him.
Carol is at your side, arms wrapping around you as Dave takes her place in front of your boyfriend, and the sight of the two most attractive men you’ve ever known in real life standing naked beside each other makes you whine. “God yes,” you moan out, not realizing how desperate for that intimacy you were until it became possible. “Please, baby?”
There is a brief moment where Dave checks in silently with Quinn. Dark brown eyes peering into deep blue ones. When he’s found what he wants, Dave’s arm strikes out, quickly wrapping his hand around the back of Quinn’s neck and dragging the slightly taller man to him for a kiss, moaning when their lips touch.
Quinn’s body hums to life in an entirely different way under Dave’s attention, like a conduit of lust passing each partner’s eagerness between them. “Fuck,” you moan the word softly, leaning back in Carol’s soft arms while you watch the two men indulge in their moment together. “So fucking hot together, aren’t they gorgeous?”
Dave hums, enjoying the taste of Quinn. It’s been a while since he’s felt a connection with another man and there is something to be said for one that Carol and you both strongly approve of. He breaks off the kiss, smirking when Quinn’s lips chase his and he decides that he is going to shock you and show you something that you’ve probably never dreamed of seeing from Dave before.
The haze of lust in your mind if playing tricks on you already. It must be. Because there’s no way you’re really seeing Dave York sink to his knees in front of Quinn - your boss’s hands smoothing down your boyfriend’s hips and bringing him forward another step closer. Still in charge despite being the one in an otherwise submissive position. It must be the fog of fantasy overtaking the room already. Except that you know exactly the sound Quinn makes when his cock is in your mouth, and that’s the sound he’s making right now, with Dave on his knees in front of him.
Dave wraps his lips around the tip of Quinn’s cock, sucking on it lightly before he presses his tongue to the other man’s frenulum. Aware that now all three people in the room have sucked this particular cock makes his own dick jump in excitement. It might have been a while since Dave York has done this, but he pushes forward and takes Quinn as deep as he can on the first pass, moaning around him when the tip hits the back of his throat.
Quinn curses, thoroughly and filthily at the feeling of Dave’s throat around his tip - having to reach out one hand to steady himself against the wall while the fingers of his other hand sink into the thick hair of the man currently sucking his dick like it’s the end of the fucking world.
The way your whine has turned high pitched and needy, you’d think it was your clit that was being ministered to; and that magnet in your core brings you closer to the two men again to reach your boyfriend for a kiss.
Carol has no problem watching, thoroughly drenched at the sight of her husband on his knees. His right hand leaves Quinn’s hip, sliding down and wrapping around his own dick. Groaning in relief around the other man’s cock while he starts pumping himself as the same pace that his cheeks hallow and his throat closes.
“Uh-uh.” You can hear the difference in Dave’s moans, and you reluctantly pull away from Quinn to find him giving himself his own bit of relief. “No one’s getting themself off tonight,” you tell him certainly. “There is nothing I want to see more right now than you swallowing Quinn’s cum, so why don’t we all go to bed?” The king-sized frame will fit all four of you tangled together, and it will definitely fit Dave on his back with Quinn’s cock down his throat - with plenty of room for you and Carol to lick his own hard on earnestly in turn.
Dave pulls off of Quinn’s cock with another moan and reluctantly lets go of his own throbbing length. “You like the sight of that, pretty girl? Me sucking your boyfriend’s cock?” His voice is raspy, and he watches Quinn’s hips thrust forward towards his mouth, eager for the other man to take him back down his throat.
“Fuck yes I do,” you groan, already moving to herd everyone toward the back of the suite to the bedroom. “And I’m going to watch it while your wife and I lick you like a fucking lollipop.”
Dave gets to his feet and Quinn pulls him in for another desperate kiss, obviously turned on by how enthusiastic Dave had taken his cock down his throat. “I thought I was going to follow orders.” He huffs against the other man’s lips.
“You are. But I wanted to suck your cock, so you get your cock sucked.” Dave smacks his ass and grins. “Get into the bedroom so I can finish doing just that.”
“Best. Fucking. Birthday.” You grab Carol’s hand to follow, humming at exactly how drenched your cunt is from just the last few minutes. The fabric of the lace bodysuit you picked out for lingerie tonight is probably dissolving already.
“Doesn’t he look so good with a cock in his mouth?” Carol purrs, turning around and winking at Dave. “It’s so rare but fuck I love it. I swear I’m dripping.”
“Let’s see,” you grin at her before stroking your fingers over the fabric of her barely existent panties, groaning when you find them soaked through. “Gorgeous, you are a goddamn waterfall,” you promise her, licking some of her slick off of your fingers.
“Fuck, please tell me you two are going to play?” Quinn groans and Dave chuckles, knowing exactly how the man feels.
“Let’s see,” you climb on to the large bed, enjoying the fact that three sets of eyes are locked in you. “Dave sucks Quinn’s cock. Quinn eats Carol’s pussy. Carol eats my pussy. And I suck Dave’s cock?”
“No baby, you want to watch your boyfriend cum down my throat.” Dave shakes his head. “Watch this and then while we recover, you two can play until you cum.”
“Carol,” you reach out for her, welcoming the warmth of her in your arms when she climbs on to the bed to take your place. “Suck Dave’s cock for us, gorgeous. I want to watch both of our boys cum.” Your eyes float to Dave’s, seeking permission for this version of your idea - for as many people to get pleasure as possible while you watch. The anticipation will have you ready to burst by the time all three of them descend on you.
He would rather hold off. Fill one of you up like his own personal Twinkie rather than cum down his wife’s throat, but it’s also your birthday. So instead of denying your request, Dave nods and lays back on the bed, his head over the edge and he reaches out to pull Quinn back towards him eagerly. Dick twitching in anticipation when the other man wraps his hand around his cock to guide himself to his parted lips.
Fuck it’s like Christmas come early for Quinn. What he had assumed would be a stuffy, awkward dinner had ended up not only to be fun but has led to this moment of having his soul sucked out through his cock while you watch. Any thoughts of hesitation he might have had were thrown out the window the second he heard you moan at your boss kissing him, and everything since has been bliss. His hips stutter forward, eager for Dave’s mouth and he turns to smirk at you when he can pry his eyes open again - your eyes blown black with lust while you sit back in the arm chair in the corner of the room with one finger tracing aimlessly up and down the fabric of your lingerie over your drenched folds. “Fuck you’re perfect,” he growls, moaning at Dave’s equally perfect mouth.
“You say that to all the girls who invite you to foursomes,” you tease back, not believing for a second that he’s ever been in situation like this before. How many people in the world have?
Submission is definitely not Dave's strong suit, he's taken orders like a good little solider while he was in uniform, but in the bedroom, he preferred to be in charge. This, however, was the utter definition of bliss. The salty, musky taste of Quinn rests on his tastebuds along with a dribble of precum that slides along his tongue. And Carol, fuck, that woman is eager to show him how much she loves when he gives her this side of him. Her hot mouth wrapping around his own aching cock with an excitement that has him gasping and taking the other man further down his throat to where you can visibly see Quinn's length bulge through the thin skin.
“Gorgeous as fucking sin,” you sigh out, your own fingers ghosting over your clit as you watch all three of your lovers in front of you. This moment is solidly out of character for you - taking charge and giving direction while you’re with Dave and Carol - but the whole night is so far beyond what you anticipated already. “What do you think boys? Whoever cums first gets to decide how everyone else is going to have me the first time?”
Dave moans, eyes closing, and he imagines exactly what how he wants you. You split open on his cock with your legs thrown over both of his while Carol's tongue teases your clit and slides down to caress his cock as he watches Quinn bury himself in his wife.
“Do you have ideas, sir?” You coo at Dave, watching him twitch in Carol’s grip at the honorific.
Dave isn't going to take his mouth off of Quinn, but he crooks his fingers at you and beckons you to the bed instead of a seat paces away from him.
"Jesus, fuck." Quinn hisses, feeling like his cock is in a vacuum and wondering how the fuck he got so lucky to end up in this position when he fully anticipated being on his knees for the older man.
“Isn’t that such a fucking incredible tongue?” You know exactly the kind of bliss your boyfriend is in, from the dozens of memories you have of Dave’s head between your legs. Climbing on to the bed beside him, you duck your head to nip at your boss’s overheated skin before reaching to drag Quinn into a kiss.
"Fuck yes, it is." Quinn grunts out. "No wonder you wouldn't give this up. I wouldn't either."
Dave's hand skims up your thigh and hooks under the soaked material of your body suit, fingers sliding through your slick folds until he can push two fingers inside you.
You practically wail at the feeling of Dave’s thick fingers stretching your tight cunt, holding on to Quinn’s strong frame for balance. “Why would I give up - Jesus Christ - any of you, baby?”
Carol smirks from her spot, hand wrapped around the base of her husband's cock, and she pulls off of him with a slurp. "You don't have to, baby." Carol promises, rolling her tongue over the tip of Dave's cock. "We would never make you choose."
The rest of this conversation isn’t for now, and Dave’s fingers are moving too perfectly inside you to form intricate thoughts anyway. Instead you pour your senses into kissing Quinn, begging him to cum for you and for Dave.
His throat closes around Quinn and he hums, feeling the other man start to tense up. It's not something that he is going to back away from so Dave presses deeper, taking him farther down his throat while the shaft starts to throb and after less than a second, he's rewarded with the gratifying sensation of hot spurts of cum shooting down his throat while he moans happily.
The gorgeous sound of grunts and moans takes over the room - Quinn’s familiar growl of pleasure as he starts to cum, tumbling through to Dave grunting and moaning as his own release starts pumping down his wife’s eager throat.
Dave holds Quinn in his mouth until every drop of his release has been spent down his throat and his own cock is finally done throbbing. It's always a little less than graceful when he pulls off of someone, but he doesn't think anyone in that room gives a shit at that moment. Too busy trying to keep his fingers buried inside you and moving while he sits up and strokes Carol's head.
As soon as he can do more than breathe, Quinn is dragging you fully into the bed between your other lovers, lowering his head to wrap his lips around one of your pebbles nipples, sucking on it through the sheer fabric of the body suit you’re still wearing.
Dave watches and pumps his fingers into your body, curling them up so that you whine and clench down around him. "You want my fingers or my tongue, sweetheart?" He demands, knowing that you will want to cum - you need to cum.
“Tongue,” the one word is all you manage at first, cradling Quinn’s head against your chest and accepting Carol’s shoulder for support while Dave’s fingers curl inside of you, making you cry out again. “Fuck, please.”
That is all you have to say. Dave makes a note to buy you another body suit because the crotch of the one you are wearing shreds under his fingers and he drags your thigh over his head so your cunt is right in front of his face before he lunges up and replaces his fingers with his tongue.
“Oh my — FUCK!” If not for the two other sets of hands keeping you from falling forward, you would have completely lost your balance with the force of Dave’s attack on your core.
“Look at you, pretty girl,” Carol coos, kissing your shoulders while she holds you against her body. “Already wrecked and you haven’t even cum yet.”
Dave grips both of your hips with both hands and rocks you over his mouth while he plunges his tongue deep. Moaning into your cunt as you drip into his mouth. It's like honey pouring out of you and his nose nudges your clit while he shakes his head back and forth and works you closer to the edge. Quinn bites down on your nipple and moves over to rip the lace of your body suit down so he had access to your bare skin. His other hand reaching for Carol.
The haze of pleasure overwhelms you easily - three sets of hands and three mouth and three tongues working to wring every ounce of sensation out of you until you’re a mewling, moaning wreck with only Dave’s name in your mouth as you approach your own orgasm.
Carol holds up your tits for Quinn to suckle on while his fingers dip beneath the edge of her own lingerie. He moves from one aching tip to the other to bite and suck on while Carols tongue tangles with yours.
Dave laps at you and twists his tongue inside you again while squeezing your ass and silently begging you to cum.
“God, baby, I’m—" the rest of the sentence evaporates into a sob of Dave’s name as you cum for him, moaning against Carol’s lips while she swallows your sounds of pleasure. Every single person in the rooms around you are going to know exactly who is in charge in this bedroom tonight.
He works you through it, tongue twisting and curling inside you while your thighs shake on either side of his head. Moaning in pleasure at how sweet you taste and how hard you cum for him. Dark eyes watching you and Carol kiss and Quinn's lips wrapped around your nipple, wet tongue laving it.
“Fuck,” you groan with a throaty giggle, pecking Carol’s lips sweetly and rocking your hips away from Dave’s mouth before overstimulation hits. Quinn can’t be deterred from your bare skin, trailing his tongue across your breasts and licking a hot stripe to the column of your neck. “You’re all going to kill me and it’s going to be fucking amazing.”
Dave sits up and curls his hand around Carol's neck to pull her to him so that he can share your taste with her. His tongue tangling with hers and he reaches down to rub his wife's swollen little clit. "Yes, but we've neglected our girl over here." He hums. "She's the only one who hasn't cum yet and she's been such a good girl."
Humming softly, your fingers trace down the fastenings of the corset Carol had under her dress and watch with dark eyes as the men strip away her soaked panties and nudge her thighs open to sink in the sight of her dripping cunt. “Who do you want to make you cum, gorgeous?” You ask her, punctuating each word with the undoing of a fastener.
"Quinn." She gasps out, making Dave smirk.
"Oh, Quinn is going to fuck you sweet girl." He murmurs against his wife's lips. "He's going to bury his cock inside you while you lick our birthday girl's cunt while I'm buried inside her." He looks over at you with a smirk to see how you feel about that. "You still want Quinn's tongue? Maybe both him and our girl? French kissing your pretty little pussy together?"
A wanton little moan parts your lips and you’re already moving to let everyone change positions before you bend over to kiss Dave. “I fucking love the way your mind works, you know that?”
"You know I only want what's best for my girls." His eyes flicker over to Quinn with a smirk and he sends the other man a small wink. "And then once we've recovered again, I think our boy would like to be buried inside his girlfriend while I see if he's as willing to be stretched out on my cock as I think he might be."
Quinn’s answering moan is music to absolutely everyone’s ears, and his hand grips Carol’s hip eagerly. “Do…” he looks between her and Dave carefully. “Would you prefer I wear a condom?” He doesn’t want to - he hasn’t been with anyone but you since his last physical and you’ve only been with the people in this room - but the prepared soldier in him always has a condom or two stashed in his overnighter and he’ll respect the other couple’s request if they want him to wear one.
"I don't wear a condom with either one of them and we are all clean." Dave tells him, leaning down and pressing his lips to the other man's. "Do you want to fill my wife up with your cum and then I'll fill you up with mine?" He poses, voice deep and raspy.
The dirty smirk that crosses your lips when Quinn replies with an echo of your own “Yes, sir,” is accompanied by a pleased hum. “Who knew you were so obedient,” you tease, fully aware that he is always the dominant one in your bed.
Dave smirks at the way that Quinn flushes hotly and he reaches up to tap his cheek lightly. "He's a good little soldier." He coos softly and doesn't miss the way Quinn's hardening cock twitches.
You can’t help reaching down, wrapping your hand around your boyfriend’s rapidly growing cock and giving him a few long strokes. “Maybe I’ll have to get a little dress uniform for myself and see if you like coming home to some different orders than you get at work.”
Dave chuckles and lifts a brow at Carol. "They are venturing into role play now." He tells her with amusement as he pushes her onto her back and stretches out beside her while both of them watch you stroke Quinn's cock. His hand cups her breast and he clears his throat. "There's a pussy right here that needs to be licked." He reminds them, pulling one of Carol's legs over his hip to spread her out for them like a veritable feast.
“You’re acting like I’m not considerate,” you pout at them, eyes glued to Carol’s soaked folds. “Making sure Quinn’s gorgeous cock is hard enough to fuck Carol as rough as she wants it.”
"I'm sure he will be rock hard by the time she cums all over both of you." He pauses, "unless you don't want to slide your tongue in her cunt."
The challenge, as bare it as it exists, is taken very seriously. And in a split second you’re bent over Carol instead, lapping up every drop that her gorgeous pussy has to offer.
Quinn makes a choked noise and his cock twitches when he witnesses a view that Dave has had the pleasure of seeing several times. Dave turns to Carol, gasping out in pleasure and he kisses her cheek, cooing at her. "It's so good isn't it honey? That tongue of hers?" He smirks. "I wonder why Quinn hasn't dove in to taste you again. You want to beg him baby?"
“Q…” Carol isn’t shy about a silly old nickname at this point, especially something as simple as calling by him by the first letter of his name, and giggles darkly when his eyes snap up from where they had been settled in watching you devour her cunt. “Too mesmerized, baby?”
"Fuck." Quinn shakes his head as if to clear it and gives Carol a small smirk. "You know it baby, I've dreamed of this pussy since we've been apart." He tells her before he dives in beside you, adding his tongue with yours.
“Yes!” She gasps out, tearing her mouth away from Dave’s and she lets out a high pitched whine of pleasure as she falls apart.
Watching Carol York cum is one of the most beautiful sights in this beautiful world, but watching Quinn lose his mind over it pushes it to a goddamn masterpiece in your eyes. He laps and slurps at her little hole with a quality of desperation that makes you absolutely certain that you can’t wait for all this to happen again.
Dave smirks as he watches the two of you lick her clean of every drop of her cum and his own cock is throbbing in anticipation of sinking into you and then your boyfriend.
When Carol collapses bonelessly back onto Dave’s chest again you offer her an amused grin and crawl up to her lips. “Anyone need water?” You ask, glancing around as everyone catches their breath.
"I would say we could all use a break before we continue." Dave nods, kissing Carol's head and gently shifting her to the bed so he can get up. There is also the little matter of retrieving the bottle of lube from the luggage they had.
“Thank you for tonight,” you murmur, catching up with Dave in the main area of the suite where there is a small stack of glasses by the kitchenette sink.
"Sweetheart, you should know that Carol and I would do anything for you." Dave tells you honestly, reaching out and brushing your hair back to tuck behind your ear. "We love you."
“I love you both, too.” That had been a feeling to grapple with, when you realized how deeply connected you felt not only to your boss but to his wife as well. It had caused a small-scale personal crisis in your part a few weeks ago when you realized you were starting to have very real feelings for Quinn as well.
“Listen.” Dave leans in and nudges his nose against yours. “We don’t ever want to get in the way of what you are building with Quinn.” Once he had realized he could trust the other man with you, the late night conversations he had with Carol became very real. “If it ever becomes an issue…let us know.”
“Honestly?” You nod back through the doorway to the other room where Quinn and Carol are curled up on the bed together. “I don’t see any version of this going forward where the four of us together won’t become a regular occurrence.” And that is, you are happy to realize, exactly what you want.
“That’s good, sweetheart.” He can’t help but he relieved and despite what Carol might say, she will be relieved as well. He kisses you tenderly before he pulls away. “Let’s get them watered because I want to make you cum on my cock before I fuck your boyfriend.”
You hum, grabbing four glasses of water off the counter. “You’re a fucking angel of a man, Dave York.”
He cocks an eyebrow at you as he reaches into the front pocket of the luggage and pulls out a bottle of lube that is always packed. “Oh? Why is that?”
Chuckling lightly, you go up on your toes to kiss him. “Because that cock is heaven on earth, of course.”
“Hmm.” He’s pleased with that answer and smacks your ass lightly before he takes two of the glasses from you to bring back to the bedroom.
“Did you miss us?” The moment you appear in the doorway two heads perk up - two of your lovers having curled in on each other while waiting for your return.
“Never even knew you were gone.” Carol teases, making Dave huff playfully. “Fine.” He jokes, coming over and handing his wife a glass of water as she sits up. “The birthday girl and I will go fuck in the other room.”
“You wouldn’t abandon us,” Quinn grins as you lean down to kiss him and takes his own water glass out of your hand.
"Damn." Dave pouts at Carol. "You've been spilling secrets about me again."
“That you’re not the grumpiest man on the planet?” His wife presses a kiss to his cheek. “I’m afraid they already knew that, my love.”
He huffs and wrinkles his nose in distaste. “You’d be amazed what a dead eyed stare can do as far as intimidation.”
“It’s too late,” you shake your head, reaching over to stroke your thumb along Dave’s jaw. “Everyone here knows how you sound when you cum. We’re no longer afraid. Only very, very horny.”
"Well fuck." Dave smirks and swipes his fingers through your folds to make you gasp. "I guess I will just have to make it my mission to fuck everyone in this room boneless."
Quinn’s groan is the most pronounced, and Carol giggles when Dave’s hand swipes through your folds again. “Don’t be a tease,” you pout, making Carol snicker.
"Drink your water like a good girl and I'll seat you on my cock." Dave tells you, smirking at the way that Quinn looks hungry to touch all three of you. "I want you to get it nice and creamy for when I make Quinn squeal in pleasure while he's balls deep in Carol's pussy."
Plenty of ideas and positions have been floated between the four of you tonight and every one of them have sounded amazing, so you’re more than happy to turn control over to Dave. Letting him give the orders is always, always a good idea. “I’m nothing if not a very good girl,” you purr, emptying your glass.
Dave smirks and he reaches over to smack Quinn on the ass. "So what we are going do is spread this beautiful girl out over my thighs and impale that perfect little cunt on my cock." He turns to Carol and leans in to kiss her. "You, my love, are going to try to keep your tongue moving on her little clit while your former, or is it current? Lover slides his cock deep in your pussy and fucks you full of him." He wraps his own hand around his cock and starts pumping it slowly. "After our birthday girl has cum as many times as she wants on this...I'm going to let both of you see the man you've both fucked, get fucked by a man you've both fucked." He finishes with a dark chuckle.
“I’ll be shocked if we don’t get a noise complaint,” you grin, crawling over to let Dave manhandle you how ever he damn well pleases. “And it’s going to be so damn worth it.”
"Oh yes it will be." Dave promises, wrapping his large hands around your thighs and lifting you up onto his lap while he spreads his legs wide. Your thighs go over his, spreading you wide so that Carol and Quinn have a perfect view of your cunt as it rubs against his hard dick. His lips trail down your neck. "Impale yourself whenever you want, pretty girl." He coos and nips at your earlobe while he fills his hands with your tits.
“As if it’s even a question,” you huff with a smirk. There have definitely been afternoons at work where you’ve done your clerical duties with your skirt up around your waist and Dave’s cock buried deep in your cunt. Lifting your hips, you waste no time in lowering yourself on to the hard length twitching in your hand, moaning deeply at how he stretches you even with as wet as you are.
"Fuck baby." Dave's eyes flutter and his hands grip your breasts tighter. "You feel incredible around me." He throws his chin on your shoulder to look down and see the lips of your cunt stretching out around him. "How does she look?" He asks them with a small smirk.
“Like I want to split her open on both of us,” Quinn admits with a groan, even as two of his fingers massage Carol’s swollen clit.
Dave chuckles and rolls his hips up and bounces you on his cock. "We will have to talk about that sometime." He groans, having no intention of letting this go. This will happen again, he will make sure of it.
“Next time.” The younger man agrees, chuckling when you mewl at both that promise and at Dave’s next thrust.
Carol eagerly crawls between your legs and shakes her ass at Quinn. "Come on lover, it's been a long time since I felt you inside me." She coos, looking over her shoulder at him.
Quinn’s hand strikes out, leaving a red palm print standing out on Carol’s ass for him to admire with a quirk of his lips before he nudges her knees further apart. “I want to see you licking that gorgeous cunt while I’m fucking you,” he reminds her, wasting no time before pressing his cock into her in one long, smooth stroke.
Dave twitches violently inside you at the sight of Quinn sliding inside of Carol and her moan of pleasure before she latches on to your clit like it's the last thing that she will ever do. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck." Quinn groans, eyes rolling back in his head while he grinds his hips deep and pushes her forward into your cunt.
“Oh my - fuck, Carol, just like that.” Your head tips back to rest on Dave’s shoulders when you cry his wife’s name.
Dave literally uses his upper body strength to pull you up and down his cock while he watches the scene in front of him. "Good girl, baby." He coos. "Suck her clit and make her cum on my dick."
Carol whimpers, her eyes turned up to find Dave’s gaze on her while Quinn plows relentlessly into her from behind, grunting and cursing his own pleasure as he finds a steady pace.
"Is it as good as you remember?" He asks, smirking down at his wife and moaning when you squeeze your walls around him. "Y-yes!" She cries and Dave loves how she can barely get the word out from the vigorous pace that Quinn is fucking her. "S-so go-od."
“Two best fucking cocks in the world,” you gasp out, mewling when Dave’s cock hits that perfect, electric spot inside you.
"Damn right." He growls, concentrating on that spot again to make sure you gasp out in pleasure again.
“And Carol’s sweet - oh god - fucking pussy.” The three people in this bed with you are not only the best fucks you’ve ever had but also are the closest to your heart, making every one of Quinn’s frantic strokes, every harsh flick of Carol’s tongue, and every powerful thrust of Dave’s cock inside you that much more intense.
“Give in and cum baby.” Dave growls into your ear, kissing down your throat. “Cum.”
“Y-yes s— oh god - sir.” You don’t need much encouragement beyond the drag of his cock in and out of your walls to bring you right to the edge, but the combination of what’s going on in front of you and Carol’s breathy moans vibrating through your pussy have you shaking and wailing out your orgasm just a few thrusts later.
Dave growls, ramping up his thrusts to fuck you through it and he knows that you are going to whine and soak him again before he stops. Keeping a tight rein on his own desires so he can making you cum again and then move on to the next part of his plan.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” every punishing thrust prolongs your orgasm until it somehow triggers a second right as the first ends, something only Dave has ever been able to pull out of you with his perfect cock that makes you feel overfull and yet still beg for more all at once. “Dave!”
Only now that you’ve squeezed his cock for a second time does he stop moving inside you, panting against your skin and his cock throbs in your walls. “What do you want now, Princess?” He murmurs, kissing your neck. “Fuck you until I cum, or fuck your pretty little boyfriend over there?”
“Want you to fuck Quinn,” you admit, hazy and sated words coming out almost slurred. “But not until Carol cums.”
Dave hums in approval, kissing your skin and he nibbles on your earlobe. “You want your boyfriend’s dick in you while I fuck him? Feel him react to my thrusts?”
“God yes.” The sight of him is already amazing - his eyes screwed closed and mouth hanging slightly open as he fucks Carol with abandon - you can’t even imagine what he’ll look or sound like with Dave’s thick cock buried in his ass. “And I want our gorgeous girl to ride my face.”
Carol moans, lifting her head and nodding eagerly. “Yes, fuck yes.” She pants out. The sheets are twisting in her fingers and she’s moaning like she’s about to cum, a sound Dave knows well.
Dragging yourself out of Dave’s lap, you flatten yourself to the sheets and suck one of Carol’s pert, aching nipples into your mouth, using your hand to massage and pinch the other. The other woman was one of the lucky few who could cum from nipple play alone, and you know it’s an extra jolt of pleasure to push her over the edge.
There is nothing better than watching when his two girls enjoy themselves, and he has to admit to himself that both of you are his. Dave can cum from watching the three of you together, but he acknowledges that here is a very real and raw side of him that wants Quinn too. Beneath the possessiveness and the ego, there is attraction to the blonde man. Reminding him of the type of man that he has always drifted towards, the opposite of him in appearance. He makes sure the lube is nearby when he shuffles over and runs a hand down Quinn's back, feeling the skin quake under his palm and he leans in and kisses his shoulder blade, the man's ass pushing against his wet and aching cock as his hips keep moving. "Do you need me to stretch you out first?" He asks, not wanting to assume that the other man was ready to take him already.
Whatever else Quinn is right now - insatiable, primarily - he is not naïve. He’s not the kind of man who will pretend that bottoming without preparation is somehow manlier or that all pain is sexy. Of course, there’s an element of pain mixed with pleasure that he loves, but that is definitely different than what Dave is asking. Besides - from a purely practical point of view - Dave is a lot thicker than he’s used to taking. His head turns to find the other man’s hungry gaze hasn’t left him. “Stretch me while I make your wife cum,” he purrs with a throaty chuckle.
Dave nods, agreeing with him and grabs the back of Quinn's neck while he leans in and presses his lips to his hungrily for a moment before he pulls away, smirking when the other man murmurs a small protest. "Relax for me." He whispers, hand sliding down his back and pulling back to smack his ass roughly.
“You hear that, gorgeous?” Under Carol’s squirming body, your fingers find her swollen nub, rubbing circles on it when that familiar nearly-there moan tears out of her. “Our boys are going to play, too. You wanna squeeze your ex-boyfriend’s cock in that gorgeous pussy of yours and double his pleasure?” Picking up the pace of your fingers, you listen to Carol keen and nip at her tits again. “Cum for us, baby.”
Dave has lubed up his fingers and just worked one thick digit into Quinn when he hears Carol's cry of pleasure. That whimpering, whining cry that tells the entire world that her body is shaking in pleasure and Quinn's hole tenses around his finger while a shudder of pleasure rips through the other man with his own loud moan joining hers. "Still perfect, isn't it?" He hums, knowing exactly what he is feeling as his wife soaks the other man's cock.
“Un-fucking-believable.” Quinn groans, stroking one hand down Carol’s sweat-slick back as her body calms below him. He’s fairly certain only one cunt in the world has ever felt better as it clamps down on his length, and it’s the one he’s about to slip into.
Carol rocks forward and pulls herself off of Quinn's cock to collapse forward and to the side on the bed in a satisfied heap and her hand reaches out to stroke your arm. "Your turn, love." She pants out.
“My mouth is yours whenever you’re ready for it.” Leaning over, the way you kiss her is slow and indulgent, letting her overstimulated body float on the sensations of pleasure before you shift away again.
Dave keeps his fingers moving, pumping into Quinn and adding and second one for him to get used to while stroking the other man's back and watch as you slide up under him on the bed.
It says something about the way you feel toward Quinn that waking up beside him two days ago was far, far too long to go without him. Both of your busy schedules and demanding jobs prevent the kind of every-day time together you’re starting to prefer, and feeling his weight press down on you is like coming home again. “You glad you came to dinner, baby?” You tease, grinning when he moans softly at another deep press of Dave’s fingers inside him.
"F-fuck yes." He closes his eyes and his mouth drops open when Dave scissors his fingers inside of him and presses them against his prostate to make Quinn give a high pitched whine of his name.
“God,” you groan right along with him, slipping into place with your legs open wide for him to settle between. “I thought you looked good with a toy in your ass…fuck you’re so sexy, baby.”
Quinn is shaking, arms trembling as he holds himself up over you and lines up with your entrance. Sinking into you with muffled moan that is pressed against your lips and shuttling his hips forward harshly so that he is buried inside you all at once.
For a long minute, the only movement between the three of you is from Dave - the way he rocks into Quinn being the thing that pushes him forward to fill you impossibly fuller. The feeling of being locked under both of your male lovers, though, is an exquisite kind of pressure. Never too much but wonderfully overwhelming in how safe something so adventurous actually feels.
Dave pulls his fingers out of Quinn and reaches for the lube again. Coating himself liberally in the slick substance to make it easier for the other man to take him. Hand on his hip, he caresses his skin while he pushes against the puckered hole that is fluttering with the blunt tip of his cock before he feels him start to give and let him in.
Carol’s fingers lace through yours, lips finding yours in the intimacy of the moment between Quinn and Dave, as neither of you want to diminish the fact that this moment is for them.
"Look." Dave demands, his eyes on the two of you. "Look at your lover." His honeyed words are tight, much like the walls around his cock as he presses forward with as much gentleness as he can possibly muster. While there is always a place for rougher sex, it's not at this moment. "Watch how beautiful he looks."
Quinn’s usual tendency toward mouthiness would have had him teasing Dave under any order circumstances. Tonight, though, each of the older man’s orders would be followed without hesitation. Instead of a cheeky protest about the definition of beauty, he has you and Carol gazing up at him so sweetly that he almost chokes on the way his heart leaps in his throat.
When his hips are flush, Dave leans over, grasping Quinn's chin and turning his head so that he can press his lips to his. It's a combination of gentleness and passion, his tongue flirting with his even as his cock twitches as it's buried inside the other man's body.
“Come here, love,” you tug slightly at Carol’s hand, the motion as well as your words asking her to be a part of this moment. Whatever is happening, as a result of all four of you sharing each other’s bodies, it now feels like infinitely more than sex.
Carol goes easily, always eager to touch you and she cups your face and places a tender kiss on your lips. "I bet you never imagined this." She teases against your mouth, watching Quinn and Dave out of the corner of her eye.
“I definitely did,” your breath hitches on a whine when Quinn starts to move inside you again, thrusting shallowly in time with Dave. “I just didn’t think it would actually happen.”
She tuts and sends Dave a smirk over Quinn's shoulder. "He and I share excellent taste in men and women." She purrs, reaching down and her nimble fingers find your clit and brush against Quinn's cock as he thrusts in and out of you. "Give it some time and you'll even see David letting Quinn fuck him." She predicts, circling your clit slowly.
“Y-yes, fuck yes.” Quinn pants out a rough groan at the idea that makes you and Carol grin.
“I think he’s looking forward to that,” you chuckle.
Dave groans at the way that Quinn tightens around him and he leans back. "You want to fuck me, pretty boy?" He coos softly, drawing back so that he can thrust back into the other man slowly.
Quinn’s throaty, cocky chuckle is drunk with lust as much as everything else. “You want me to fuck you,” he tells Dave with certainty. “Your twitching cock told me so.”
"I never said I didn't." Dave tells him with absolute certainty. "I think it's only fair" He thrust into the other man again, hard enough to make Quinn moan. "If everyone gets to fuck everyone, don't you?"
“And more fu—fuck - fun.” The younger of the two men claws at the sheets with one grasping hand, the other grips your hip tightly and is sure to leave a bruise. “When everyone can be sore together.”
Dave chuckles, low and dark while he starts grinding his hips into Quinn. “Yeah, it will be.” He leans over and bites his flexing shoulder. “Make our girl cum.” He orders him.
Your eyes float open again, moving from the determined set of Dave’s jaw to the dark haze in Quinn’s eyes, then to Carol’s plush curves. “My pretty boy always makes me cum.” Which isn’t to say that Dave and Carol aren’t also experts, but goddamn if Quinn’s cock doesn’t feel like it hits all the right places every single time.
"Hmmmm." Quinn manages to get a cocky look on his face and winks at you. "Of course I do baby." He shifts and re-braces his weight while letting Dave's thrusts push him deeper inside you. "Fuck."
From passionate and even sweet, Dave’s tempo ramps up again in intensity, taking Quinn and you with it. His hips thrusting harder against Quinn’s ass and fucking you deeper into the mattress with every stroke. With Carol’s quick fingers rolling your clit between their tips, you’re crying out and babbling praise for each and every one of them in the uphill slope toward another orgasm.
Carol is enjoying herself, not even caring that her own pleasure is not being manifested in a physical way. Watching her lovers in the throes of passion with Quinn is something that she is enjoying. She had often imagined David and Q together when she was first dating the older man and now, ten years later, her dream was coming true. And you- fuck you are a dream, being fucked into by Quinn's long and thick cock while he takes David. The way pleasure washes over your face is just what she is going to remember about this moment.
“Fuck, baby, so - fuck —“ the waves bowel over you without mercy, every roll of Dave’s and Quinn’s hips hitting that mark of ecstasy over and over leaving you babbling. “Gonna —” only a few words are important now anyway. “— cum, fuck, Quinn!”
Quinn groans, grunts, and grinds his teeth while you clench down around him and positively soak him with the hot rush of your cum. "Jesus— fuck—" He hisses, struggling to move inside you while you have a vice-like grip on his cock.
Carol’s hand slips further down between you, cupping Quinn’s balls and already feeling him jump against her fingers. “So good,” She croons, trailing open mouth kisses along his neck and shoulders. “Our girl feels so good around you, doesn’t she, Q? Fill her tight little cunt up with your cum and show her how good she feels.”
His head hangs down between his shoulder blades and all he can do is feel. The tightness of your cunt around his cock and the thick length that is pressing incessantly against his prostate over and over with every sharp snap of Dave's hips. "Oh fuck, yes." He chokes out, his back bowing slightly and collapses on top of you to trap Carol's hand between your bodies. "S-shit baby."
“Come on, baby,” looking up past Quinn’s damp blonde hair, your gaze finds Dave’s eyes boring down into the two of you below him. “You’ve been waiting all night to cum in that beautiful ass.”
Dave growls and gives another harsh thrust. "Not- fuck- not until he cums." Dave huffs, determined to make sure that everyone has cum before he lets go again. His grip on Quinn's hip tightens and he knows the other man will wear his bruises tomorrow. "Cum." He spits out.
Quinn’s body follows the command before his mind can catch up, seizing above you while only his cock throbs, spilling rope after endless rope of his seed deep into your still-fluttering hole.
He loves that feeling. The tight pressure of that ring of muscles nearly squeezing his dick off and he can feel the throbbing of Quinn’s cock from inside his ass. It only takes another two thrusts before Dave is giving in, grinding his hips against Quinn and gasping out in pleasure while he fills him. Pumping spurts of cum deep into him while his eyes roll back in pleasure.
On her knees, Carol is beside Dave again faster than a heartbeat, smoothing his damp hair from his eyes and laying gentle kisses on his lips between panting breaths. You’ve always loved the utterly devoted way they love each other, having nothing but tender caresses for each other after something so passionate and hungry. Your arms are around Quinn in turn, cradling him against your chest and listening to both of your ragged breaths form an unexpected rhythm.
Dave reaches out and caresses his wife's cheek. "I love you baby." He murmurs against her lips, even as he keeps rubbing Quinn's hip, soothing where he had gripped him so roughly. He is gentle as he pulls away, taking great pains to keep his softening cock from hurting the other man as he leaves him. Dick dripping with drops of cum he shuffles off the bed and disappears into the attached bathroom to clean up. Water running and the splashing of it is heard before he comes back with several warm, wet washcloths. Dave York takes aftercare very seriously.
“You good, baby?” Curled into Quinn’s side, you press soft kisses to his jaw and mouth while Dave is in the bathroom. Whatever he was expecting from tonight, you’re certain it wasn’t this.
He huffs out a long breath and shakes his head. "Y-yeah, I'm- this- this was amazing." He turns and nuzzles his nose against your cheek and kissing it. "How are you?"
You giggle softly, roping one arm around him to keep him close. “Best birthday ever.”
Carol smiles when Dave comes back with the clothes, knowing that her husband will insist on cleaning everyone up. He's focused like that. Always wanting to make sure that everyone is good. His hands are gentle, and he hums in approval when Quinn doesn't even flinch when he moves over to him with the warm cloth.
“Come lay down,” you ask quietly, putting out one hand to Dave after he’s reappeared from the bathroom for a second time. You’ve learned never to insist in his presence in bed until after everyone is cleaned up and taken care of again.
Dave lets himself be pulled down onto the bed, curling his body around Carol even as his hand stays in yours. "Did you enjoy your birthday, sweetheart?" He asks quietly, nuzzling into Carols neck.
“Beyond my wildest dreams,” you grin at him lazily. The hand he is holding now bears the weight of that stunning Cartier bracelet. “You all spoiled me rotten.”
"You deserve it." Carol insists, leaning in and kissing you softly. "You deserve the world." Her eyes flutter over to Quinn and she gives him a sweet smile. "And I believe our dear Quinn will help give you that."
“No pressure,” you roll your eyes at him good-naturedly and laugh. You genuinely love to spend time with him and the last few weeks have been brimming with unspoken feelings in your part, but you don’t want him to feel he has to commit to more just because of tonight. Even if this happened again, which you know all four of you would enjoy immensely, you don’t want him to feel like he has to move faster within your relationship just to make it happen.
Carol tuts and shakes her head, well aware of words that Quinn had admitted while it was the two of them curled around one another. "For the next part of our gift to you...." She pauses and reaches out to caress Quinn's face. "We are going to say goodnight and take ourselves to the other bedroom and let you have this one."
“What?” You frown at her heavily, confusion marring your brow. “We’re not all cramming in together?” It had surprised you that you had been looking forward to it a little, although admittedly Dave and Carol’s gigantic bed at home would fit four of you far better.
Dave shakes his head and gives you a small smirk. "No, sweetheart. Although you can either come to crawl into bed with us in the morning or we can come wake you up in a special way." If his wife is changing the general plan to all sleep in the same bed, she must have a good reason for it, and the quick squeeze of his thigh tells him that is exactly right.
You pout but nod, not willing to wrench their alone time away from them when they’ve already given you such a beautiful night. And besides. That means you can tangle up in Quinn while you sleep, and that has never been a bad thing. “Good night, then,” you acquiesce with a sigh. “Thank you for an amazing night.”
Carol doesn't move until she gives you another kiss, firm on your lips, then she turns and gives Quinn one as well. Moving so that Dave can lean over and kiss Quinn briefly before he leans down and nuzzles his nose against yours softly before he kisses you just as sweetly. "Happy birthday, love." He whispers. smiling against your lips. "We will see you in the morning."
“Good night,” you murmur again to them both, and smile when Quinn repeats it softly.
Dave follows Carol out of the room, not bothering to pick up clothes as they leave, and he closes the door behind him. “Okay, honey.” He walks over to collect their bag and roll it into the second bedroom on the opposite side of the living room. “I have a feeling you are going to tell me what that was about.” He murmurs as he shuts the lights off for the living room and follows her into the room.
Carol - sweet, gentle, hopeless romantic, Carol - grins at her husband as she climbs into the neatly made second bed. “I didn’t want us to get in the way of his other birthday surprise,” she hums, smiling even more broadly.
Dave lifts his brow and sets the bag off to the side and immediately follows Carol into the bed and gathers her into his arms. Needing the contact of her body and softness under his hands. “What’s that?”
Nestling deep into his arms, she can’t help but be a little dreamy about it all. “He was going to take her back to his place after dinner for a bubble bath and mood music to tell her he loves her,” she murmurs quietly, as though the walls have ears. “I didn’t want them to lose out on all of that.”
“Hmmm.” Dave’s just a different type of romantic but that doesn’t mean his own heart doesn’t clench at the idea that you are being loved and cherished. His fingers stroke over her back and he leans in to press his lips to her hair. “Good. We don’t need to be there for that. That’s a very private moment. Like when I told you I loved you the first time.”
“Baby, we were eating ice cream. We hadn’t just had a foursome,” she giggles a little against his chest.
“I know.” Dave huffs, hugging her a little tighter to him. “I love you more now.” He murmurs softly. “Love you more every day.”
“I love you, too,” the way the words still warm her through from head to toe and light up her eyes is proof enough. Their little affirmation making her heart beat double time. “More every day.”
******
Quinn groans, sore but in the best kind of way as he rolls over and pulls you into his arms. “I hope you enjoyed your birthday, baby.”
“I hope you enjoyed my birthday, too.” You grin at him, nudging his chin with your nose.
He huffs and his arms come around you. "That's what I get for trying to be sweet." He rolls his eyes playfully. "I'm going to go sleep with Dave and Carol. They won't tease." He makes no move to leave, holding you closer than before.
“Yes, they will,” you grin, flattening your hand against his chest again to keep him right where he is. “Because they’re also softies. Everyone I love is equal parts dangerous and lovey-dovey.”
"Is that a bad thing?" Quinn asks with a cocky grin. "It means that no matter what, you have someone willing to bloody their fists to protect you. And I feel like Dave is good at hiding bodies."
“It’s not bad at all,” you admit, leaning in to nudge his nose with yours. “Just makes me feel like maybe I should take up kickboxing or something so I can hold my own.”
"We can teach you." Quinn volunteers immediately, only slightly smirking at the idea of sparring with Dave. It was guaranteed to get the blood pumping and the surge of adrenaline always makes him horny.
“Oh yeah?” Smirking right back at him, you roll your hips down on his lap a little, feeling him twitch under you. “You like the idea of teaching me to fight?”
"Yeah." Quinn's smirk turns into a grin. "Winner fucks the loser."
“What if I just lose on purpose so you’ll fuck me?” You’re too competitive for that and he knows it, but it does sound like fun.
He snickers, sliding his hand down and smacking your ass. "Spankings for people who lose on purpose just to get fucked. Or they get double teamed until they can't move. Or both."
“You’re really not doing a goddamn thing to deter me here, pretty boy.” Using Dave’s little nickname for him makes your smirk grow even further.
Quinn chuckles and shakes his head. "Who says I want to deter you?" He asks, slapping your ass again. "Maybe I want to spank you and then double team you with Dave?"
You shiver, entire body quaking with anticipation at the thought of it. “Soon please?”
"We will discuss it tomorrow." Quinn promises you with a grin, cock twitching at the idea. "I'm sure it will be something he will be just as interested in."
“And I’m going to take plenty of pictures when you switch places and fuck Carol.” There’s no power in the universe that can stop you from making it good for her, too, and you know she’ll love to have some new additions to her homemade porn collection.
“I am a good solider.” Quinn mugs shamelessly. “I will obey lawful orders eagerly.”
“I know exactly how eager you are,” you remind him, grinding down on his length again. You hadn’t meant for another round to happen, but you both seem to be headed in that direction.
"I can't help that," He moans softly and guides your hips as you roll them. "Do you know how fucking hot it was, watching you take Dave?" He asks breathlessly.
Your throaty chuckle meets his own sound of encouragement, and you press a kiss to his lips. “Almost as fucking hot as it was to watch you take him?”
"That man can fuck." Quinn groans, cock twitching again, and he moves his hand between you to push his cock down so it is sliding between your folds. "And suck."
Your own soft moan comes from low in your belly, pulled out of you but the feeling of him growing stiffer between your folds. “I’m very glad you enjoyed it, baby. Because it was a gorgeous fucking sight to see.”
"I'm sure you want to see more." He teases. "Like me on my knees for him, cock in my mouth."
“I only want to see whatever is going to make you happy to do,” you tell him diplomatically, even though you’re sure he can feel how wet you just got with that visual being fed to you. “Just like I’m sure you’ll want to see the next time Carol has Dave cum inside her and then lets it drip out all over my tits for her to lick up.”
"Jesus Christ." Quinn's hips buck up and he grinds his cock against you. "Do you three just think of the most depraved, hottest things on the fucking planet and just act them out?"
“Um…” you shrug a little, not holding back a small moan at how good he feels under you. “I mean…yeah. That’s kind of the fun of it.”
"Fuck." He moans, pulling your hips forward to where your entrance catches on the tip of his dick. "I'm going to cry if I don't get invited back to their bed." He teases.
“I don’t think Dave gets on his knees for just anybody, baby.” Holding your hips still, your whole body hovers precariously over his length. “It’s too bad you can’t come by during office hours. Dave’s done entire conference calls with me on his cock.”
"Shit." He hisses and rolls his eyes in pleasure at the idea. "I know you were a good girl for him and kept quiet."
“I’m very well behaved when the occasion calls for it.” You nod seriously. Not that anyone who had just heard you cry or your lovers’ names in ecstasy would believe that at all.
"Mmhmm." Quinn grins as he hears a moan come from the other room in the suite. "I bet you wanted to sound like that, though."
“You know I’m never quiet unless I have to be.” Which wasn’t necessarily infrequent with Quinn, as the two of you tended to get impatient and would just push each other into a dark corner for ‘privacy.’
"Baby." He moans, desperate to feel you around him. "Ride me." He begs, fingers digging into your hip. "Want to make love to you."
Humming softly, you bow your head to press your lips to his while slowly lowering your hips, sinking down onto his waiting cock. “All you had to do was ask,” you murmur, moaning when your ass is flush with his hips and he’s fully inside you.
He moans against your lips and his large hands squeeze your ass while he twitches inside you. "Fuck you feel so good." He breathes out against your lips. "I love you so fucking much."
“I love you, too, baby.” Rocking gently in his lap, guided by his hands, it doesn’t matter than he was inside you a mere half hour ago - you still feel like you’re being stretched full of him for the first time. “God you’re so fucking big…This perfect, thick cock fills me so well.”
He hums in approval, loving how tight you are around him. It doesn't matter that his isn't the only cock you enjoy having inside you. He's not small minded like that, rather he lifts his hips and leans in to kiss down your chest. "Whenever you want baby." He promises between kisses to your salty skin.
“Every day,” you sigh out with certainty, loving the way neither of you can never seem to get enough. In that haze of newness and excitement, there’s a foundation of honest passion.
The pace might have been frantic with Dave and Carol, gorging on the experience and trying to taste everything before the feast was taken away, but this was different. He keeps your hips slowly rolling while you lift and sink back down on his cock. Drawing it out while he scatters kisses along your shoulders and ducking his head down to wrap his lips around one of your nipple to softly suck.
The only urgency here is the need to be close to each other, slow and steady tempo just deep enough to keep your breathing ragged but never enough to steal it away. Everything about this shared moment speaks to a deeper kind of connection - lovemaking in a very real sense.
Quinn moves his hands to your back, bringing his mouth back up to your pulse while you keep moving over you. “So good baby. Perfect.” He moans softly.
“Love you.” Sighs and moans fill the room, floating through the air while you cling to him. With your head tucked in to Quinn’s neck, carrying the taste of his sweat away on your tongue, every one of your senses is full of him.
"I love you too." His drawl is a little more pronounced while he gets closer to cumming. Panting out your name every time you take him back inside you deep and he nudges your back wall.
“Cum with me, baby,” you pant into his skin, fingertips playing at the apex of your thighs where your clit aches every time he splits you open again. “Want to feel you with me.”
He moans, loving how you always want him to cum with you. You tell him that it adds to your pleasure, loving when he fills you up. "God yes." He whines, starting to thrust up into you as he loses control.
The explosion that washes over both of you has you clinging to each other - desperately trying to burrow as deeply into each other as possible while you quake through a mutual orgasm.
There is something amazing about falling over the edge with you. He tries to catch his breath, feeling like he has run fifteen mile hump with full Kevlar and his lips continuously move over your sweat slicked skin. "I love you." He parts out, arms tightening around you as if he is never going to let you go. He won't, not unless you want him to. "Happy birthday beautiful."
“Yours is next, my love,” you hum it against his lips - the promise of another night like this. Of countless nights like this. Of the four of you together. “And I have it in good authority that this foursome of ours can make any birthday wish come true.”
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