Jasmin stomped down the stairs with her hair in a bonnet and crossed her arms impatiently. "Steven? Hello? You're supposed to wash my hair today!"

Steven turned away from the dishes assembly line and smiled broadly down at her. Even clearly annoyed she dripped sweetness that gave him toothrot. He was so happy to see how she'd grown, and better that she'd married one of his best friends. "I'm sorry, darling. I got caught up."

Dear God he looked so sexy without his button up. She loved it. She loved the way the white contrasted against his tan skin, the curly hair of his own pulled up to expose his neck and shoulders, and those arms on full display with it being a tank top... he looked delightful and edible to the fullest extent. She walked until she was looking up at him and watched as he washed his hands. "You're taking forever."

"You'll wait patiently like a good girl, or I will not pay attention to you, Jasmin," He replied, taking an extra ten seconds to wash them with clean water just to further annoy her. Either she'd crack or he'd continue and make her wait through the whole process again.

"Pay attention to me, dammit!"

The temptation was almost too strong to ignore. He loved giving her his attention, she was so damn fiery it was fun to pull that softer sweeter side out by not letting her attitude grate at his nerves. "Try again."

They'd developed their hair care routine together and one of Stevens favorite things to do was mess with her hair. He combed his fingers through it and fawned over her own soft cheeks. He adored Jasmin's softness and when they fell asleep together, they'd often be found with Steven nuzzled in and snoring as he slept deeply. Jasmin's hand would be on his hair when given the chance, too. His hair was slightly looser and so pretty. She almost wished to exchange, but he'd taught her how to love her own curls and take care of them. With him in between her legs and resting his head on her tummy and her hand mid-stroke, it was always heartwarming to see them sleeping together.

Jasmin considered being kind and sighed. "My hair is a mess, Daddy."

Everyone in every faction besides Connie somehow knew about Steven's closeted caregiver side. He showed it to her constantly, but it flew over her independent little head as excess affection.

Steven dried off his hands and turned to pick her up. "Sweet talking is my favorite way to communicate." His hands had a lot extra to grab when he lifted her, and she was so fucking sexy. By the shit eating smirk her lips played, she knew that already. He tried not to appreciate it too much as he groped and lifted her into his arms easily.

"Don't forget, Jazz. You're on the new wash, I forgot to throw the Canta." Jacob was distracted trying to wash dishes faster than Adam could dry them and smirking to himself. "No drowning allowed, I need my love alive and well."

Steven scoffed and snuggled Jasmin closer. "I would never!"

"I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to Jasmin. Jazz, I happen to quite fancy that fellow, don't kill him please."

Jasmin smiled lopsidedly and looked up at Steven again, batting her lashes villainously. "But of course."

"Appreciate it," Connie supplied as she organized the dishes in piles for Hazel to put away. "I like him too. Have fun, Daddy."

Adam leaned forward to glance at Hazel and smirk. Nothing needed to be said.

"Me, three," Anna giggled.

"I like him well enough." Alex turned to smile at Steven, and the genuine feeling behind it almost made him a little weepy.

Steven brought the smile to Jasmin and pressed his lips to her cheek to kiss her. "That's us then."

Jasmin did as she always did, stripped the same as Steven and climbed into the tub to rest over his thigh and just under the faucet so it would hit her hair.

Stevens touch was always diligent and careful. Jasmin didn't quite understand Steven, they worked on completely different wavelengths but she could appreciate that. He was mostly sunshine and roses, and she was an opinionated tomboy. It didn't make sense, but his patience was how they'd meshed so well. After being with Connie, and that year at Nova waiting for her to get a grip, he could easily handle Jasmin. He saw through her, right into her massive inner submission like he was looking through glass. She was insecure, that's all, and he loved to strengthen her self esteem.

"Quit wiggling," He chuckled, running a brush through her curls. "We're gonna be here for hours." When he first started doing her hair it was unruly and nearly impossible to manage. His tender touch and knowledge had turned frizz into shine and luster. Her curls bobbed with her head movements now and he thought it was the sweetest thing.

Jasmin crossed her arms and pouted. "I'll wiggle how I want to."

The flicker of pink there in his eyes, the warning as he raised his eyebrow and continued to wash her hair made her stomach drop. A normal, sane person probably wouldn't poke the bear on a day like today for Steven. He was clearly extra sure of himself, and very much not taking her shit.

But she wasn't normal then probably because she opened her mouth to spout off more. "Oh, so you're ignoring me?" He smirked and nodded slowly. "Very funny, but you're being an asshole."

"You'll be smart to watch your mouth with me today, Jasmin."

He was right. She would be smart.

The water flushed the shampoo out and he lathered in the hair masque down to the roots. "You watch it, I can't see it from here."

His eyes locked on hers, narrowed in challenge before a happy smile took its place. "Your husband told me you were on your shit today. What's the matter, love? Are you fiending that badly?" Quick as lightning he dropped down to kiss her and tease, "I don't think you want to test me, Adam's been rubbing off. I might be feeling a little hostile today."

Oh no. How terrible. "I'm not afraid."

Steven lifted her up, needing the hair masque to set properly. "Never be afraid. Be cautious."

"Of course." She straddled him and smirked when his eyes almost dropped. "What's the matter, Starboy? Can't control yourse–,"

Steven just pulled her into a kiss and locked their lips, hands running over her body reverently. He was so good at kissing, it frustrated her to no end that all of the boys knew how to kiss right when she'd spent 80% of her life avoiding kissing because boys didn't know how. But no, Stevens tongue ran over hers and she couldn't help the whimper that escaped when his magic made her shiver and cling to him.

He pulled away finally, kissing over her cheek and staying stuck. "Fuck, you're so cute, Jazz."

The hoarseness in his voice called to her, the husk there made a million things happen to her body at once. "What's so sp-special about my cheeks? What if I want you to kiss other places?"

Steven giggled in her ear as if the question were a little absurd, which irritated her until he murmured, "When you smile, they lift and they're just so soft and beautiful. The way they frame your face practically has me grinding up against you like a dog. You're beautiful." His lips grazed across her cheek again to nibble at her ear, a silent command to listen. "Let me have my way, Jasmin. Please."

She nodded and he continued his journey wherever he so pleased. Part of Jasmin filled with frustration at his words. He was so extraordinarily talented with weaving beautiful poems and stories on the spot, it drove her crazy. And with having his rumbling voice in her ear she was wetter than the tub. The rest of her had an unrelenting desire to–

Oh.

She shifted a little and he hissed, gripping her ass harder but not dictating her movements. His mouth was at her neck now, tongue gently teasing and teeth lightly skimming her most sensitive area by a landslide. "You're h-hard."

He paused his movements and nodded slowly. "Yes."

Jasmin shifted again more deliberately, drawing a soft moan from them both. "I'm wet and you're hard, what a predicament," She complained bitterly. "You're gonna do that thing where you give me nothing but foreplay until I'm begging for it because you're mean, aren't you?"

He didn't answer, he sunk his teeth into her neck and slipped a hand between them. At the feeling of her pussy and it leaking something slightly thicker and slicker than water, he huffed out a tiny sound of malcontent. "Why...? Why are you so wet, Jasmin? You're making this difficult on purpose." He groaned and worked more out for himself, holding her still from grinding with one hand.

That was the thing about Steven and Jacob in particular, they didn't require extra work to keep her in place, their strength was tailored and it made her feel... feel... "St-Steven, if you keep rubbing my clit like that I'm gonna–!"

He stopped entirely and kissed her cheek again. "Let's get that masque out, hm?"

Nope! Jasmin reached between them, grabbed his cock and forced the tip in defiantly. She couldn't help the sound that came out of her at the feeling of stretching once more for an impossible girth and the expression he gave her.

Anyone who didn't know Steven might think he was furious, but no, that was his just smolder. Narrowed eyes glowing so brightly the glow painted across his cheeks, his own soft cheeks hardened by the setting of his jaw and all of his lustrous hair being down and a bit in his face gave her a view of everything he had to offer in that moment. He was giving his predator stare, it was a dare. A challenge.

Continue and face the consequences, or be patient and wait.

Jasmin preferred consequences personally, she liked to brat to her husband until he was fucking her with the force of a thousand wrathful gods and she was seeing the galaxies they ruled.

The others were no different.

It was weird, love bloomed in her chest as she settled further onto his cock. It throbbed in her hand and his chest deflated with a silent exhale he was holding back from her for reasons she couldn't understand. But his eyes stayed firmly on her even as she winced and bit her lip because from this angle he felt so much thicker and that was truly unnecessary.

He throbbed inside of her too, and when she removed her hand to grip his shoulders, she felt the goosebumps her naked eye had missed all over him. Before she could tease him about it, he grabbed her waist and let his head fall back. "You naughty little girl."

She wiggled as much as she could but he slid her back off and made her to stand in front of him. The shower turned on and he washed the rest of the treatment out of her hair before taking her right back out and urging her against the wall.

He gripped her chin, smiling. "Turn around and bend over."

Like she was possessed, she presented her bottom. He hesitated, eyes searching for a moment. "Better idea. Much better punishment."

With strong hands he lifted her and set her in front of the mirror. "That's so much better. Now I get to watch your face."

Uh oh. This was a bit beyond her caliber. "W-wait—," He slid back in an inch and she bit her lip as her face flooded with color. "Fuck!"

He rumbled and pushed in another inch, grabbing her hair roughly and pulling. "You're such a pretty girl, Jasmin."

There was magic in that, there had to be, because she believed it. "Th-thank you St–," She yelped as he forced himself the rest of the way in. She may have been plus sized, but she was only 4'10. Even a seven inch cock was uncomfortably large, and the boys in her polycule only fucked around with nine or more. The pain that accompanied Stevens cock was a punishment to her now.

He rocked his hips once with a happy grunt. "You're so little," He teased hungrily.

Performing long, indulgent strokes brought a growl from him at her moan. Him being so tall meant that he got to have that spine tingling angle that got him off faster than normal when she had teased so much. She could tell he was gearing up only a second before he slammed into her and she sobbed, "Oh my god, yes!"

Steven shushed her and put a hand over her mouth. "Hush. This isn't for you. This is for me."

And there they went going after her deepest kink: she liked to be used. Nothing turned her on more when in the middle of the night her husband sighed that frustrated sound and rolled on top of her to kiss his way in between her legs and have a meal of her before sliding in. He could have her whenever he wanted to, she was his to use as he wished. When things had opened up in the polycule, then everyone could use her as they wished. With the girls she tended to be more dominant and bossy, but the men took shit from her like they would the mewl of a kitten. They flat out ignored her and fucked her until she was starving for more and willing to do whatever they wanted for however long they wanted. Between the stamina and high drives all of them had, she could barely stand or think when they were done with her. She just became a docile pet, or when really given the business, Little.

Steven picked up speed until he was slamming against her ass and his eyes were on it to watch the way it jiggled. His fingers dug in harder when Jasmin wailed his name and tried to remember how to breathe. He was fucking her however he wanted to; apparently that was hard and fast as a dozen curses spilled out with quiet reverence. "When the hell did I become like this? I'm so blessed," He grunted lowly.

Jasmin tried to respond but instead whimpered and spread her legs for him to go deeper. She loved the pain and her husband was an expert at giving her the right kind. She wanted to feel them fucking her so deep her eyes watered.

Steven gasped and his skin caught his Diamond glow. "Mmm, Jazz. I love the way you clench around me." Now he was grabbing her hips and pounding her against him harder with his brows furrowed.

Her eyes rolled and he smacked her ass. "S-sorry!"

His eyes met hers through the mirror and the self satisfaction along with the drawn out moan had her cumming so hard her knees buckled. She cried out and he shuddered. "Good girl. I know it's hard for you to get there. Three more."

Jasmin wanted to cry. It was so good: the pleasure, the pain, the praise. She already
couldn't think straight. Why did the men in her polycule insist she have multiple orgasms every time? It wasn't fair! "I can't take it!" She pleaded weakly. "Too good!"

"Oh, but you wanted me so bad, Jasmin," He countered with his most condescending tone. "You wanted me so bad you grabbed my cock and slid right onto it." He drew in a shaky breath and picked up the speed more. "If you're going to act like a slut you're going to take it like one."

She fell into herself with a mix of relief and sorrow. Part of her wanted to reveal it wasn't hard to get off anymore. Not when the skill and knowledge from Nova had essentially turned them into sex gods. She was so wet she didn't know what to do with herself. Her body wanted more but her mind was overcome. What could she do but let Steven use her for his pleasure as punishment for being greedy?

He tipped forward and grabbed her breasts, sparkling kisses on her skin unintentionally sending waves of bliss through her. She shivered and he bit her hard, pushing her over into another orgasm that had her milking him.

He pulled off to groan, "F-fuck, stop that. You're already so tight it's killing me not to cum inside you." His hands skimmed over her body and he let out a shaky laugh. "You're so beautiful it's stupid."

He was exploring her curves, her extra body weight and fat that she hated and his cock was twitching and pulsing inside of her. She'd never met men that truly appreciated every roll, every fold of skin she longed to be rid of so she could be normal and tiny like the other girls.

But no, Steven was slowing down. "Shit." He was back to shallow and what felt like microscopic thrusts. "You almost got me off."

Jasmin whined and met each thrust to get him deeper. "Please! I want it!"

"I know. You were desperate before I even started," He crooned, dangerous eyes locked on her frustrated and tense face. "Beg for it."

She opened her mouth to obey, but he pulled out. "No, god, why?!"

He let out a slow breath. "Go on. Beg."

It suddenly clicked: she didn't know how often the boys talked about their sex lives with their Mains to exchange tips and new ideas, but Jacob had taken a liking to make her beg. It was out of her comfort zone, especially since before their wedding she had struggled to even reciprocate love back verbally. Now Jacob would decide at any time that he'd like to hear her beg, and if she didn't he would refuse to continue. He could get himself off, he reminded her. He could wait as long as it took for her sexual frustration to reach a level she couldn't stand. He'd once denied her an orgasm for 20 days straight, and the others did the same when she thought she was slick.

She'd thoroughly learned her lesson. Never again had he made her go that long.

"Please, Steven– I need it!" She complained shallowly. "I want your cock so bad, I can't stand it."

He tipped his head with well rehearsed boredom. "Go on."

She clenched her fists and sniffled. How Jacob had managed to make her such a cockfiend that she could start to cry over it she'd never know, but what she did know was that she felt like she was being destroyed with need. "Please, please, please! Don't say no anymore, I can't take it and I need you!"

He grabbed her hips and kissed up her back. "You've moved me with your choice of words. You'll get what you want." Sliding back into her brought a sound like thunder in an impending storm. "It's just going to be more than you can handle."

Now he fucked her ruthlessly. Her ass stung, she started to get sore from how hard his cock was ramming into her, she couldn't take deep breaths anymore and she was sure he'd break her in two clean halves. It felt so good she cried a few tears anyways and braced herself harder. "Thank you!"

He gasped and his pink glow heightened. "You're welcome." He gave her a cocky smirk before he focused harder. That was another thing: she felt they listened to her body. When she clenched harder to keep him in place, that's where he stayed and it brought him more pleasure until his hands started shaking and his next moan was so powerful some things fell off the counter. She couldn't be bothered to notice, his gem was pulsing with light so bright it was white and casting a shadow against the walls.

"Oh, fuck," He whispered and fucked her into him until she could feel the warm, tingling effects of magic. His hand went over her mouth to muffle the scream she let out. It was too much, he was right. The rest had more willpower to not let it make them go completely limp but she could feel her legs trembling and spasming as he hooked an arm under her and continued to fuck her. "One more time, I'm already ready to fill you again."

His head dropped and despite Jasmin's consciousness turning into a barely there pinprick under all the mind blowing content, he kept going. His strokes became uneven and he cried out under his breath as another smaller load sprayed into her and she came again.

They stayed like that, panting and reorienting themselves until she started to wiggle and whine. "Thank you."

He grinned at her, mostly recovered and pulled out with a cough. "You're so fucking perfect Jasmin. Don't ever believe any differently." He caught his breath and scooped her up. "We'll get you some
new clothes, honey."

Being the man he truly was outside of his sex driven mindset he took on, he drowned her in affection as she slumped against him while he put on new clothes. He cleaned her up carefully and when she winced he healed her just enough to take away the soreness. Her mind was still trapped in the afterglow, she often had a hard time breaking out of it.

"You really love my body?" She mumbled shyly, clinging to him as he brought her to her downstairs.

He stopped and pulled her back to look her in the eyes. Soft, honest brown coaxed her into believing him when he murmured, "It takes everything within me every time to keep the pace and not get off faster than a teenager. I die a little inside every time I have to slow down because just looking at you makes me crazy." He pressed kisses all over her face. "You're fucking gorgeous and everyone agrees. Jacob made the right choice. We all called him an idiot if he wasn't going to lock you down and that's all he wanted to do."

She rubbed at her eyes and felt her toes tingle just at the thought of her husband. "Really?"

He laughed joyously. "Yes! That man worships the ground you walk on! He complained every day for like, at least a year about wanting to marry the bloody hell out of you. He had everything picked out, that's why it happened so fast." Steven continued down the stairs as he talked. "Invitations, he knew where it would be but changed it to be here at home so you'd be more comfortable. He had your honeymoon picked out and I know you knew that but it's been picked out since before we even knew him. He loves you and so do we."

Some people told Jasmin she'd never find true love until she could truly love herself. She was working on it still, getting better with every second that ticked by.

But as she rested her cheek on Steven's shoulder, and they re-entered the commons to see them all around the TV watching Can I Microwave This (again), her dumbass beautiful amazing handsome intelligent husband exclaiming, "I wonder if I can microwave a can of soda..." and Connie shouting along with the others that the idea was the dumbest he'd ever had, she felt absolutely certain that what she'd been told was a lie.

Even if she was still working on herself, she'd found her true loves. They all greeted her and Steven sat her on Jacob's lap with a loving kiss Jacob followed right after. "Can we buy a microwave just so I can test it?"

She giggled and snuggled into him. "I love you. I love all of you guys."

She couldn't even be embarrassed by the cooing and dramatic heart clutches. She was a little too busy feeling loved and loving herself for it.