Ariel Hair (Hair Commissions) - Wreck-It Ralph Version

part 2 to "In Trouble" please🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Part One

Warnings: handcuffs, lingerie, cockwarming

Charles held her in his lap and Max approached Lando. Still sitting so smug on the sofa. But this was exactly what he wanted. He held his head up high and Max gasped his chin.

A whimper left his lips. He was fucking loving this. "Why'd you do it, huh?" Max's voice was soft, almost mocking. "You wanted to get our girl into trouble, didn't you?"

Another whimper left his lips. That was all the answer Max was going to get from him. He touched his thumb to Lando's lips and stared into his eyes. He was pretty, but he was trouble.

"Fine," Charles said and hauled her to her feet. "If you guys wanna fuck, that's fine with me." He pulled her to the bedroom, keeping his arm wrapped around her. "Is all of this okay?" He asked as he sat her on the bed and pushed her hair behind her ear.

She gave a nod as Max rummaged through their wardrobe. "Yeah, Charlie," she whispered and leaned forward to kiss him quickly.

Max pulled three things from the wardrobe. Her favourite pink lingerie, the black, fluffy handcuffs and the matching pink ones. She looked at him with a pouty expression, and Max just gripped her chin. "Relax," he whispered and pulled her shirt over her head. "You're gonna love this. He, however, isn't."

She took the lingerie set from him and got changed into it. Making sure her boobs sat right, she turned to Max and held out her wrists. "Not yet, mijn prachtige," he whispered and took her hand.

Sandwiched between Max and Charles, they led her out of the bedroom and over to where Lando was still sitting on the sofa. Behaving, which came as a surprise. He sucked in a breath when he saw her, hands reaching out to grab her.

They let him, let Lando pull her onto his lap. But then he was looking up at Max and Charles. "This... isn't punishment," he said slowly.

Max and Charles looked at each other. But then Max was freeing Lando's dick from his sweats. Charles pushed her underwear to one side and lowered her onto him. Still, this wasn't punishment.

"Hands," Max demanded. He grabbed Lando's hands, pulled them behind her, and cuffed them together, locking Lando's arms around her. Max did the same to her, moving her arms around his neck and locking the pink cuffs around her wrists.

Max and Charles sat on either side of them. "Don't you dare think about moving," Charles said, his hand gripping Lando's hair. He tugged it enough to have him begging for more. More that Charles wouldn't live.

It was torture.

- Neon Genesis Evangelion -

~ Der Mond ~

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