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How can anyone hate this goof?? Look at his stupid face

A helping hand

Jack and Marguerite Baker x femreader, an au where the mold never got to them and a younger woman is their third part. A list of different things from sfw to nsfw.

"You are more than just a helping hand in the Baker residence. The couple very much adore each other, but you were the missing puzzle piece in their homely life in need for some help."

Tw: 18+, Mentions of hunting and taxidermy, alcohol, smoking, sexual and sensual activities, voyeurism.

(If you want you can listen to In dreams, Sierra Ferrell. You look like you love me, Ella Langley, or Just in love with you, The Deslondes while reading. I've listened to them while writing and it felt so cozy<3)

Sfw

After you said yes to Marguerite's offer you spent your days helping out the Baker couple. They both felt everything got easier and less stressful with you there. And how they loved having you around. It made their days brighter and filled with more purpose.

The main thing you helped them with was the bed n' breakfast. It had been one of Jack's dreams and it was absolutely amazing. They had your endless support in making it run as smoothly as possible. It wasn't open all year around, but it made good money and some regular guests. You'd always greet the regulars with a big smile and some extra services on the house.

You and Marguerite would usually spend parts of the week baking and stocking up the pantry with homemade food. You'd have sweet music playing in the background, laughing together and having a good ol' time. Jack would come by every now and then. Trying to steal a bite of whatever you were making or just to engage in hearty conversation with the two of you.

When doing laundry you'd help Marguerite with the heavier lifting and bending down to pick stuff up for her. You didn't mind doing the laundry alone sometimes too. She always felt so grateful and would give you a treat or something good to drink afterwards.

Marguerite would often go foraging and you had joined her in doing so. Finding a variety of plants to use in your cooking. Anything from berries to fruits, herbs, roots and whatever delicious things you'd find in the garden and local area. The heavy things to carry was taken care of by you. Foraging made the food taste that special bit better, knowing you had put in the extra effort of gathering it yourself.

If you went out foraging alone you always end up picking a bouquet of flowers for Marguerite and Jack. Their favourite flowers mixed together and put in a beautiful vase. They adored your simple act of love. You loved doing small things to show your love and gratitude.

On cold nights you'd cuddle up on a couch next to Marguerite. Both of you with a cup of tea and a good book, just enjoying each other's company. Sometimes you'd look through photo albums together as she told you stories. You had even picked up a habit of crocheting when spending time with her. Alot of the crocheting you did ended up as gifts or decorations around the house. You and Marguerite truly bonded over these activities.

When Jack was out hunting he always came home with something. Big or small, you and Marguerite where proud either way. Jack did all the butchering so you and Marguerite only had to prepare it for storing or cooking. He took you out hunting sometimes if you wanted to come along. He'd show you all the tricks and the best places. It was a good opportunity to look for places to forage or pick flowers from. You enjoyed the time you spent together as he taught you everything he knew about hunting.

Since Jack hunted he also did some taxidermy. He liked using the whole animal so nothing was wasted. His favourite thing to do was make something for you. He knew you loved oddities, and he felt proud to present you with something he had put so much work and passion into. You always loved the trinkets and taxidermy he made for you. You had placed them around the house and in your room to show of the priced possessions you had been gifted.

If you ever got hurt the both of them would drop what they where doing and come running. Jack would either carry you or support you while asking if you're alright. He always got this worried expression while talking to you. Marguerite would check out your wounds and get whatever was needed to treat you. Telling you how everything is going to be fine and how brave you are. They made you feel so safe and cared for.

Every now and then they would often fall asleep in a chair each or on a couch together. Leaning on the doorframe or a wall you tilted your head to the side with a soft smile. Pulling blankets over them so they wouldn't get cold and letting them get the rest they deserved. You didn't have the heart to wake them up.

Jack loved playing records or cassettes for you. Since you loved having music on alot of them time he wanted to show you all his old classics. Most of it was country and old rock. His favourite moments where when you lit up with joy as you discovered new songs that you fell in love with. He got the most genuine smile and eyes filled with admiration as he watched you.

When it was dinnertime you'd all help each other. You and Marguerite did most of the cooking and setting the table, but Jack would always help out with the dishes and the cleanup so you really didn't mind.

There was so much love to go around in the household. Always a hug to spare, a kind smile, loving eyes and words of affection. A frequent kiss to either the cheek or forehead. Praise for the good work or a helping hand. Loving nicknames all day long. Honey or darling where the most commonly used.

You'd watch football matches together with Jack when they where on TV. Football wasn't really you thing, but you enjoyed spending time with him. He always answered your questions with enthusiasm. You loved listening to him speak so passionately, even though you didn't understand half of the terms used in football.

On sunny days you would often lay in the tall grass and look up at the clouds drifting by. Jack and Marguerite would often find you asleep out there. Waking up in your bed you knew what had happened. You felt so greatful for them and nothing could ever make you leave them.

Jack used to brew his own beer. Some of it was sold in the bed n' breakfast and some he kept for himself. He also made some moonshine, but that was mostly for tinctures and such that Marguerite made. You'd often help with keeping count and packaging while you kept them company.

You'd catch youself admiring them from a distance. Thinking of how cute they are, how well they fit together. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. A wholesome feeling as you watched them interact.

If you put on one of their favourite records you could see them dancing together as if they had just fallen in love. Your heart fluttering as you watched them glide across the floor. How you loved setting up these "accidental" scenarios.

If you ever went away for a few days they would miss you dearly. Waiting for their darling to come back home again. They kept themselves busy while you where gone of course, but you where always in the back of their mind.

Nsfw

Believe it or not, but Marguerite had been the one to contact you about the whole situation. Jack had been more hesistant about the whole ordeal, but he warmed up to the idea after a while. Marguerite had explained it all to you, the choice was all up to you. You spent some time thinking it over and asked about different things. And after some back and forth you couldn't possibly say no.

Marguerite wasn't able to provide the same actions that Jack longed for anymore. She of course tried, but it made her feel sad that she couldn't do it for him anymore. He never made her feel bad about it though. He loved his dear wife all the same.

That's where you came in. A helping hand in the areas she couldn't preform. She knew Jack would come to love you eventually. You all spent time in the beginning to get to know each other before anything explicit where to happen of course. Making sure everyone was on board amd secure.

For Marguerite you would provide different sorts of relaxing and pleasureable activities, since sexual activities was of the table for her. You would draw warm baths for her. Lightning the room with candles to create a soft and sensual atmosphere. Music and wonderful aromas filled the air as you helped her into the tub. You help her by washing her hair and scrub her back. Letting her feel deserving of some luxury and pampering. You'd tell her how beautiful see still was and it gave her nice a confidence boost.

Other times you would give her sensual massages. Helping her neck, shoulders and back to relax more. You made the experience solely focusing on her enjoyment. Using oils and lotions with her favorite sents.

On Marguerite and Jack's date nights you would help Marguerite with dressing up, making her feel gorgeous. You'd help her with some makeup as well so she could look in the mirror and feel sexy again. She was so greatful for your actions and would hug you tightly.

Marguerite would tell you about their younger days, reminiscing about the things they had tried in the bedroom. You'd share a bottle of wine and some goodies as tou talked. Setting the mood for the things you talked about. She told you all about hew he had made her feel when fooling around. She would tell you what to try with him and how he liked it. She had all sort of ideas for the two of you to try out. It was interesting and exciting listening to Marguerite speak so wholeheartedly about their past sexlife. It almost felt like an honor that they let you be a part of such an intimate part of their life.

Jack still loved caressing his wife very much. He never missed a chance to do so. Giving Marguerite the feeling of being sexy and sensual however he could. Giving her lustfilled kisses, making it very clear how much how she made him feel. The bulge in his crotch was the unmistakable evidence. He sincerly loved her, so he made her feel special in any way he could.

For a man of his age Jack was very much in shape for sex. He had no problem getting erections and his stamina was impressive. You suspected that it was a mix of him keeping himself in shape by working so much and all the homemade food.

Jack was a generous lover. He did not mind waiting his turn. You would always come first in line, unless you initiated something on him first of course. He was a sucker for your antics and couldn't help but fall victim if you did something suggestive towards him.

Having a think for smoking wasn't for the faint hearted around Jack and Marguerite. You yourself didn't like to smoke, but how you loved watching others do. When you had the chance you kepp them company just so you could watch them. Jack was the one who smoked the most out of the two, so you often ended up watching him in awe. The way he held the cigarettein his lips. How the glowing tip brightend as he took a drag. How the puff of smoke cane out and slithered it's way into the air from his mouth or nose. If you didn't find him attractive before, oh lord you sure did now.

Marguerite would be invited to watch you and Jack. Voyeurism turned out to be exciting for her, and she enjoyed every second of it. She would often watch from a distance, while other times she sat nearby saying loving fraces to her two lovebirds. Her words would often praise or encourage you both. She would give Jack passionate kisses in-between. She would also gently cup you chin and tell you what a good girl you were being.

When you where alone with Jack and felt frisky, nothing could stop you from feeling him up. Or rather down honestly. A finger trailing down his body until it met his crotch, cupping it, giving it a soft squeeze. Oh the look he gave you when you did that, dangerous hunger in his eyes. It made you bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together.

When Jack found you standing around he would come up behind you. Either giving your bottom a loving squeeze or a hungry kiss along you neck. Murmuring sweet nothings in your ear, making you blush and feel warm inside. It had occasionally ended in him taking you from behind wherever you where. And boy howdy you couldn't even have fantasized these moments.

One of your favorites things to do was disturbing Jack when he was watching football and drinking beer alone. You'd crawl up between his legs and give him a good ol' blowjob. Because you knew there was a rewarding punishment for disturbing him like this. It usually ended up being cock warming or being lazily fingered until his footballmatch was done and his beer was finished. If it was a match he didn't care much for he'd make you ride him agonisingly slow while he was focused on your tits. You were so impatient and turned into a whiny and whimpering mess, but it was definitely worth it in the end.

If Marguerite had gone to bed early and Jack didn't feel like going to sleep yet, he'd ask if you felt like fooling around. Your answer was yes most of the time. You didn't get enough of this man to be quite honest. He often ended up with his face buried between your legs, eating you out like he was starving. He almost forgot about his own erection. Some nights he would sleep over in your room and other nights he would wish you sweet dreams before he went back to his and Marguerite's bedroom.

RDR2, Micha Bell

I know, I'm surprised it's not a Beetlejuice smut I wrote😳

Possible TWs: cursing, sexual tension, sex, piss kink.

"Miss Y/L/N. Would you come over here please?" Dutch asked as he saw you passing through camp. You stopped by thinking it would be something quick. Seeing Micah next to Dutch made you slightly frown. What was that scumbag doing there when Dutch had called you over. Micah watched you from under the brim of his hat. His gaze stuck on you. It was infuriating having him look at you like that. You focused your attention on Dutch to avoid Micah the best you could.

What you heard next made you internaly roll your eyes. Of course it had to be something to do with Micah. Why else was he hanging around Dutch. "Miss Y/L/N, I'm sending you and Mr. Bell here out to see if there is anything of worth at this big farm Hosea saw the other day." You were shocked. No, why would Dutch send you out with god damn Micah. The biggest asshole in camp. Micah stood there with his dumb smirk and his hands resting on his gunbelt. Hell no. You didn't want to go out working with this creep. You opened you mouth to protest, but were cut short as Dutch continued. "I'm sending you together to look like you're some sort of couple or whatever. To look less suspicious if you should get to close for their liking. Let me know if you see anything worth a job when you get back."

Dutch turned and walked away. Probably to read or think of more plans as he usually does. You turned your head back to Micah with a dissatisfied frown. Why? This man was a menace. Micah watched you and shot you that shit eating grin as he started talking. "Looks like me and you is doing some work for Old Dutch, missus Bell." Micah mocked you. Knowing damn well he's trying to get on your nerves. He patted your shoulder and chuckled as he passed you. Your cheeks felt hot. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Taking a second to brace yourself before joining him. This was going to be a long day.

You sat behind Micah on Baylock. He actually showed some sort of kindness when helping you get up. Probably the most he'd ever show to anyone. As the horse trotted away from camp, you noticed something you forgot about. Something that you were interrupted from doing when Dutch had called you over. You had to go. You hadn't relieved yourself since you woke up this morning. And now it's later in the evening. You cursed to yourself in a low whisper. It didn't help sitting on a horse either. All the ups and downs are not helping your bladder at all. You had unintentionally held a closer grip on Micah after you noticed you had to go. Micah registered your low cursing and the difference in your grip. With his usual sly voice, he asked you. "Say, you ain't getting scared back there, are ya? We have barely left camp." He chuckled and looked ever so slightly over his shoulder. You were taken by surprise at how he looked at you. The tone in his voice kept up the teasing asshole shtick. His voice sounded more annoyed, but his face told a different story. You just gave him an annoyed look and turned your head away. "No, Micah, I'm not fukcing scared." He chuckled at your reply. Smirking as he answered. "A little feisty today, are we? Maybe this trip won't be all boring then, sugarpie." You rolled your eyes. "Ugh." Why is he calling you sugarpie of all things. You knew he was trying to irritate me, but something about it felt kinda sweet somehow. Even for a guy like Micah. You shook your head and watched the landscape to distract yourself.

After a good while, you noticed the sun started to set. How far away was this place? You hadn't stopped once since you left camp, so you had never gotten the opportunity to get a second to yourself. You really had to go soon. It made you grumble softly. You squeezed your eyes shut. You weren't quite sure how long you would be able to hold it. For a second, you forgot who you were riding with and rested your head forward on Micahs back. He froze up a little. A bit surprised that you had even wanted to lean on him. He didn't mind someone like you leaning on him if he was honest. But then again, he had to stay focused. "Woah there, missy, you getting sleepy back there or what? This ain't no snooze cruise if you hadn't noticed." His slightly annoyed statement shook you up again. You let out an annoyed sigh and shot him a question back. "Are we there yet or what?" He scoffed and laughed. He liked how you replied. Made it more fun to poke at you. He liked being able to have some heated back and forth. "Boy do you have an attitude today, miss? I kinda like it." You got a slight chill sent through you. He only wants to get under your skin to annoy you, so you gave him a short reply. "Gross." Micah looked down at your grip round his waist. He grinned, knowing it was easy to poke at you right now. "Well, for someone who thinks I'm gross, you sure have got a good grip on me girly." You froze at his words. A pink blush krept into your cheeks. You hadn't even noticed. You were so focused on not wetting yourself. What could you possibly say to that. "That's..I'm just holding on so I won't fall." You tried hiding your stuttering. "Yeah, yeah, keep tellin yourself that. I ain't believing you." Micah slowed the horse down. The farm was pretty close now. He saw a small gathering of trees and bushes that would make a good place to scout from. You both got off the horse and looked over at the farm. You got your binoculars to get a good look. It was big. There was a lot of animals and diverse crops. The main house was big. Looked like a farm worth robbing.

Micah sighed and put his binoculars away. "Well, we should probably head back now. Dutch will probably be glad to hear what we have to say about this place." Micah saunters back to his horse. Being extra slow, almost waiting. You really didn't want to tell this man that you had to go. He'd probably make fun of you or humiliate you in any way he could. You didn't know how to make him wait or give you a second. You bit your lip, looking up to the sky. You closed your eyes as you sighed. You didn'thave many choices in his predicament. "Wait, I.." Before you could finish your sentences, Micah had turned around, pointing straight at you. "Hah, I knew it was something. You've been all silent and moody all day long. So what's the deal?" He walked over to you. He looked you up and down. Smirking as he waited for an answer. You backed up into a tree. Unable to go anywhere else. You raised your hands in front of you. In a swift and surprisingly gentle move, Micah had your arms pinned above your head. You looked at him a bit in shock. Your cheeks grew red, and you already felt embarrassed. He smirked, and his voice was low as he spoke. "Come on now, tell me what's been on your mind, doll. Tell old Micah what's bothering you."

You shut your eyes. His voice actually sounded nice like that. Not snarky or rude, but somehow more seductive? And the way he had grabbed your wrists. You had to squeeze your thighs together now. You felt a weirdly good pulsating sensation as you squeezed shut while holding in your piss. That's something you hadn't felt before. It actually felt a bit good. Micah took note of your body language, thinking you felt hot and bothered. What he didn't know was that you needed to relieve yourself. Badly. You started your sentence. "I..need to." Micah placed a hand on your cheek. His thumb rubbed softly against your lower lip. His gaze was hungry. You'd never seen him like this before. Being so gentle and seductive. It actually made him seem nice for a bit. As you looked at him and got another pulsating sensation. You whimpered. He grinned and slowly slid his hand from your cheek and down your body. Panic took over you. You couldn't hold it much more, and his hand was on its way down. "N-no, don't.. I gotta, I have to.." You struggled to speak with the preasur of needing to pee and the weird arousal from the tension that had risen. He paused and looked at you. He was slightly confused. That's when he connected the dots. You could see the change in his expression. His grin grew as he chuckled. He leaned close to your ear. A gruff whisper. "Mhmm, now I get it. You've gotta go, right? Been holding it aaall day, haven't you? And you didn't dare ask little old me to stop." You opened your eyes. As you softly nodded, you were flooded with embarrassment. How was this going to end.

You whimpered as he slid his hand down to your crotch. Cupping it as he watched you squirm. You were so close to letting go. Almost wetting yourself. You were sure it would start leaking if you didn't get to pee soon. "Let me. Just hold it a little longer, sugar." Micah gently opened your jeans. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back to hold it in a bit longer. He softly pulled your jeans and underwear down and got you to step out of them carefully. Tossing them to the side, he stepped in behind you and put your arms around the back of the tree. He held them with one arm. He leaned his head in close to your neck. You could feel his warm breath on you. You shivered and was hit by a new wave of the pulsating. Micah gently nipped and kissed your shoulder. You could feel drops of pee leaking out as you tried your best to hold it in. He used his foot and nugged your legs apart, spreading them out a bit. "You've known me for a while now, Y/N, I'm a nasty man, you know that. So be a good girl and piss for me." You didn't need a word more. You let go and felt the stream of piss escape you. The sweet feeling of release. You whimpered and almost moaned at the feeling. You rolled your head closer to Micahs. Your heavy breath and small sounds was like music in his ears. He watched as the golden fluid flooded out of you. How it loudly hit the ground.

As it stopped up and you felt the wave of relaxation hit you. Micah cooed in your ear. "Good girl, that wasn't so bad, was it?" You gently shook your head. Admiting that it had felt pretty good. He let go of your hand and pulled you around the tree to face him. He leaned you back against the other side of the tree away from your river of piss. He slid his hand down your belly and down to your crotch. He swiped a finger through your wet folds and found your sensitive nub. You held back a small moan as he started softly rubbing it with his thumb. He smirked and worked a finger inside you. Bending it in a way that would find your spot. As you whimpered, he chuckled. He leaned in and kissed his way from your shoulder to your ear. He nibbled at your earlobe before he spoke. "Look at you, such a needy little thing just for me. What do you think the other fellers back at camp whould day if the knew what a whore you are for ol' Micah, hm?" His words sent shivers up your spine and a flush of warmth to your belly. Your cheeks felt like they were burning up. As he pushed another finger in, you stuttered out his name. "M-icah.." It felt so good. Yet it felt so embarrassing that this pig of a man had made you feel so good. He'd never let you forget about this. At this point, you weren't sure you wanted to forget it either. He kept praising you between his nibbles at your neck. He sucked at your sweet spots and left marks. "That's it, come on now." You could feel yourself grow tighter around his fingers. Right before you could feel your release, he pulled away. You let out a sad moan at the sudden emptiness. Micah shamelessly rubbed at his crotch as he let out a low chuckle. He smirked as he looked at you. Oh, how he loved this moment. Making you a mess for him so easily. "You're my little ragdoll now and I ain't lettin you go sweet thing. You belong to me." He opened his pants just enough so his member sprung free. It was already leaking with precum and gently pulsating. He gave it a few slow strokes before he turned you around. He pused a hand on your back so you would lean forward and brace your arms against the tree. He teased your entrance with his tip, letting it soak in your juices. He lined himself up with your entrance. With both hands firmly on your hips he roughly pushed in with a groan. He stopped for a second as he bottomed out, saviouring the feeling of you around him. You cried out a moan weak moan. He had good girth and a fear length to him. Just as roughly as he had pushed in he set a good pace. Pushing in hard. He moved a hand to hold onto your hair. Your head leaned back making moans slip out easier. Micah like to hear all the noises you made. You felt his thrust getting sloppier as he let go of your hear to rub at your clit. As you queezed around him you could hear him grunt more. The pulsating sensation of release shot through you and your legs started shaking. Micha pushed deep and let out a growl. His grip strong enough to make bruises on your hips. You felt him pulsate inside you. He patted your ass as he pulled out and tucked himself away.

You had to lean on the tree so you could regain your balance again. Micah let you get dressed before he helped you up onto Baylock. As he urged Baylock into a trot he came with a comment and laughed. "I might have to ask Dutch to let me drag your sweet ass along more often."

Resident Evil 7: Biohazard (2017)

A quick turn of events, Part 6

Fem reader, some fluff, some angst, slight tension.

Tw: sexual tension, anger, slight violence, alcohol.

Part 5 <-

Hands off!

Two weeks has flown by like nothing. Y/n could've never imagined herself living such a lavish life, but here she is. In this huge mansion, living under the same roof as Lorenzo and his clones. Living in luxury. Being spoiled like a princess.

Sitting in the winter garden infront of a canvas she dreamed the time away as she painted. Inspired by the beautiful garden and the small creatures living there. She listened to soft music as she let the colours come to life with every brush stroke. Humming to the music in her own little bubble. She felt so at peace.

Lorenzo had been watching her from the top of the spiral staircase for a while. Leaning on the railing. He sighed quietly in content to himself. He hadn't changed out of his morning robe yet. It was still relatively early in the day. A soft flick of the wrist and he had a coffeecup in his hand. Warm and rich. He took a sip before he made his way down the stairs and towards Y/n. He could see how far away in her thoughts she was. As he gently put a hand on her shoulder he could feel her jump a little as her bubble burst. She didn't expect him to just appear next to her. His rough morning voice breaking their silence.

"So this is where you've been hiding all morning."

He took another sip from his coffee. With a smile she looked up at him and nodded. His dark beautiful eyes, the wild unruly hair and his morning stubble. He managed to look so effortlessly handsome. She got butterflies in her belly and felt so lucky that someone like him wanted her. Lorenzo couldn't help but give her a soft smile back. He ruffled her hair.

"Pretty girl."

A few minutes went buy before Antonio came walking in. He looked more serious than usual. He went straight up to Lorenzo. Y/n could see them talking, but why couldn't she hear them properly? They weren't even standing far away. She guessed it was some demon thing Lorenzo could do. She continued painting for a while as they conversed. Antonio informed Lorenzo about an important business partner who was coming to town. Lorenzo thought about it for a few seconds. He sent Antonio on his way to his club to get the VIP lounge ready for his business partners. He wanted to show them some good old-fashioned hospitality while they where in town to get a great deal out of it. Lorenzo turned back to his darling and leaned down to her ear.

"What do you say to a trip to the club with me tonight, hm? It's Saturday after all."

She lit up at the idea. That sounded fun. She shot up from her seat and hugged Lorenzo. He laid an arm around her and looked down at her.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Later in the evening Lorenzo come up to Y/n's room. He's holding a dark green giftbox with a black ribbon on it. Y/n is in her bathroom getting ready. She was humming and finishing up her skincare routine as Lorenzo came up to her. He held out the box to her. She looked shocked. An expression that said he didn't need to get her anything. She took the lid of the box and looked inside. Gasping as she pulled the most beautiful dark red dress out. She spun around hugging it to herself. She couldn't believe her own eyes. He smirked watching her. Watching how excited she became by such a gesture. He loved spoiling his baby.

"I'll let you get ready pretty thing, we'll meet by the entré later."

Lorenzo disappeared just as quickly as he had appeared. Y/n was in awe at how this dress looked. She couldn't wait to put it on. She was giddy while finishing her hair and makeup. Excitingly she slid the dress on. It fit her perfectly. Enhancing her every feature beautifully. She went over to her closet and picked out a pair of heels that matched. Putting on some pretty jewellery before she took a final look in the mirror. Damn, she looked hot. Like someone would burn their finger if they touched her. She felt confident and ready for the night.

As she descended the stairs her eyes meet the sight of Lorenzo waiting for her. He had a matching dark pinstripe suit, with a black silk shirt underneath. No tie, just unbuttoned at the top. A gold chain around his neck. He looked like a dream. His gold tooth glisend in the light as his grin grew when he saw her. She took gentle steps. Carefully not to slip. Her knees felt weak seeing him watching her like that. Hungey eyes observing her. She felt a tingle in her body. The mood in the room shifted. Anticipation filled the air.

*whistle* "You look burning hot sugar."

Y/n blushed bright red and looked away. Flustered at the comment. She would probably never get used to this kind of attention. Looking back at him she answered him with a shy voice.

"So do you."

He walked towards her with his hands gesturing out towards her.

"Ain't I a lucky fella? Having this piece of candy by my side."

As if she thought she couldn't blush more. He certainly made it possible. His words worked like magic on her.

"You ready babydoll?"

He offered his arm to her.

"Yeah."

She answered, trying to sound as confident as she could. She put her arm around his as they walked out to the car. Antonio was driving. Valentino joined them as an extra bodyguard for the evening. Dominic stayed at home to watch over the mansion while they were away. Lorenzo kept his hands mostly to himself during the ride to the club. How he managed to have the discipline, when is little lady looked so delicious, nobody will ever know.

Once they arrived at the club everyone would move out of their way for them. Y/n felt like a celebrity. It was a weird feeling if she was honest. So many people staring. She held her head high and tried to look unbothered. Lorenzo couldn't have been prouder to show of his precious lady. They sat down in the centre booth on the main floor. Where they could view the whole club and the whole club could view them. Lorenzo guided Y/n to sit down.

"Stay here for a moment my dear. I have some business to attend. Valentino will stay here with you until I'm back."

Y/n smiled and nodded.

"Okay."

Lorenzo and Antonio walked of to meet a group of well dressed men. He showed them up to the VIP lounge. Y/n presumed they where the real reason they went to the club tonight. Not that she minded it to much. Valentino slumped down in the sofa across from where Y/n sat.

"So dollface, you like to party?"

He had a grin on his face. His arms where resting along the back of the sofa. He lifted one of his brows to express his question more.

"Well, I haven't really been partying so much to be honest. My first time going to a club was when I met Lorenzo actually."

Y/n blushed a little. She rubbed her arm and looked at Valentino. He had a slightly surprised look on his face. Then he started laughing.

"You hit the jackpot on the first try the then. Hell, your virgin trip to a club can't be topped by anyone else I can say that much."

Y/n didn't really know what to say except giggling at Valentino's statements. He was kinda right. She would have never imagined this being the outcome of her first outing. A few minutes goes by while they talked about parties and clubbing amongst others things. Valentino straightens up has Lorenzo approaches. He sits down in the middle so he has the view of the club in his front, Y/n to his left and Valentino to his right.

"Val, get us some drinks to start of this night won't you?"

Without hesitation Valentino gets up and heads to the bar. It doesn't take long before he is back with a vide variety of drinks. Y/n was amazed. She wasn't shocked since she knew Lorenzo owned the place, but it was still amazing to her. Lorenzo pulled her close to himself holding his arm around her and laying his hand on her thigh.

"You can pick anything you want princess."

She looked up at him with big doe eyes. Like she was asking him, really? He gestured his other hand towards the low table. Looking at all the drinks her eyes landed on one in particular. It was a bright pink drink in this beautiful glas with a strawberry stuck to the edge. She reached out for it and picked it up. The first taste felt like a strawberry dream. Like nothing she had ever tasted before. It went down so smooth and easy. They spent some time just drinking, talking and enjoying each other. Valentino stood just outside the booth so unwanted people wouldn't interfere with them.

As the night went on Y/n got a bit buzzed. Not drunk but enough to feel less tense. She felt brave enough to put a hand on Lorenzo's thigh and ever so slightly move it up a bit. She smirked oh so innocently at him.

"You're playing a dangerous game baby."

He smirked back at her. He leaned in closer to her. Within reach to kiss her but stopping just to tease her. He wouldn't mind unfolding her on the spot, but he was entertained by her little game. She leaned closer to him. Her mouth slightly opening like right before a kiss. The tension between them building. The heat rising. The air felt hotter. But instead of a kiss she started talking.

"I really feel like dancing."

Y/n gracefully stod up and walked out to the dance floor. She started to move with the rhythm. Dancing sensually and giving Lorenzo looks. He sighed as he sat back. She kept surprising him. He kept watching her every move. Every sway of the hip. Every place her hands caressed. He enjoyed every second. Even the hungry looks others gave her. She was like a forbidden fruit on the floor. The night was going smooth. That was until some creep snuck up on Y/n and started touching her. He grabbed her wrist and squeezed her. A fire was lit in Lorenzo's eyes. He saw how uncomfortable Y/n got. How she struggled. Enough was enough. Lorenzo stood up and made his way across the floor. Not in a hurry but with intent. Anger was visible on his face. Terrifyingly calm and concentrated anger. Lorenzo didn't really mind guys looking or even flirting with is girl. He was secure enough for that. But when it came to uncomfortable and forced touching a fuse lit inside him. Pure rage formed. People moved put of their way and a big circle form around the three people. Lorenzo tapped the guys shoulder to get him to turn around. The guy responded in a rude tone. He didn't even see to have noticed the crowd moving away.

"Buzz of dude, she's mine!"

As he turned to look around at who tapped his shoulder you could see his face become paler. Lorenzo grinned and spoke in a controlled manner.

"Hands of loverboy. I don’t think she appreciates your attention."

The man immediately let go of Y/n and backed off. His eyes lost hope. He started walking backwards as Lorenzo got closer.

"I think you and me are gonna have a talk, man to man."

Lorenzo gestured to Valentino to take care of Y/n for a minute. Y/n ran into Valentino's arms for comfort and they went over to the booth again. Lorenzo grabbed the guy by the neck and dragged him off into the back. The crowd soon went back to normal after they had disappeared. It was rare but not unexpectedthat Lorenzodeslt with ungrateful creepsin his club. Y/n felt so uneasy but Valentino helped her in his own way. They talked it out a bit while Lorenzo was gone.

In the back of the club Lorenzo held the guy by his neck. He could barely contain his anger. He almost lost control, but remembered he didn't want the police creeping around his club more than necessary. He let the guy run in the end after a traumatic lesson in consent and a lifetime ban from the club. He brushed of and fixed his attire before he headed back.

When he got back he went straight over to his little flower. Checking to see if she was hurt or bruised. He wanted to hesr what she had to say about the whole situation. He knew most of it already because of Valentino, but he felt that she could need the moment to process and talk about it. After she had gotten her time to speak Lorenzo gave her a serious look.

"That maggot will never be in your or any other girls vicinity ever again."

Y/n hugged Lorenzo tightly. He put his arms around her and stroked her back. Any other regular guest knew better than to start shit in Lorenzo's club. Everyone knew he took it seriously. He had made this place for people to enjoy themselves, not to take advantage of others. Everyone knew not to mess around, and especially not with Lorenzo's girl.