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You’ve been in the circus for quite some time now. You’ve grown accustomed to your newly weird cartoon body and flexibility— even warmed up to all the weird looking circus members that you now call your friends.
There was one particular member you’ve grown attached to, Kinger.
You became attached to Kinger early on when you joined the circus. You were one of the first people to learn about Kinger’s wife and his sanity in the dark alongside Pomni too.
You cherished your friendship with Kinger deeply. But the growing attraction towards him was weighing you down a bit.
You couldn’t possibly be attracted to a literal chess piece— right? Atleast that’s what you told yourself every time you blushed when he’d look at you. Or when his fingers would brush past yours whilst showing you his insect collection.
At the end of the day, all of these things added up. You were undeniably attracted to him. But you wondered if he’d even like you in that way too. He’s way older than you and is probably still grieving his wife.
Never in a million years would Kinger be attracted to you. If anything he’d see himself as your mentor.
Then Zooble had to just run their mouth to Caine. To which he basically almost abstracted by hearing the word sex come out of their mouth. The constant bickering between the two was comical. And one day Caine finally snapped
“FINE! IF YOU ALL REALLY WANT TO DO THAT SO BAD THEN DO IT!” Caine shouted at them as he snapped his fingers.
There wasn’t really a notice in change after Caine snapped his fingers. Some of us didn’t even process what he just did.
“You have until midnight.. Do what you will with that information.” Caine muttered defeated before disappearing into thin air.
Everyone looked around shocked for a moment, staring at eachother. Everyone just sorta.. awkwardly and silently walked off after that.
Not even Jax had snarky remark to make towards Caine or Zooble. It just felt.. weird.
Later that ‘night’— or what we assumed was night since we don’t actually have a sense of time here, the circus was quiet. Everyone has returned to their respective rooms.
You tossed and turned in your bed. You didn’t need to sleep in the circus, but you desperately wanted to sleep off whatever changes your body was actively going through. What it was making you FEEL.
You had curiously looked at yourself in the mirror when you got back to your room after Caine had done whatever he just did.
To your surprise you did have actual breasts. And although you didn’t look in your pants, you could definitely tell you had something down there judging by the warmth you felt whenever you thought of Kinger.
This whole fiasco created by Caine just made the whole Kinger situation worse. Not only were you attracted to him but now you were really REALLY turned on by him.
It was embarrassing to say the least. Who wants to fuck a chess piece???
You apparently.
You ran your hands down your face with a groan. There wasn’t much way out of this was there.
You decided to take a stroll around the circus to try and calm yourself down. Fresh air always helped you.
The circus was huge and filled with various attractions. But it only felt emptier and much more quiet with everyone gone. You passed by Queenie’s room as you walked down the large hallway.
You stopped to look at her door with a frown. You wished you could’ve met her. From how Kinger described her she seemed kind, endearing.
You wonder if that’s why Kinger sleeps in the pillow fort now, to avoid passing her room. But that’s a question for another day.
Tonight you had bigger problems to face. Ones that you were actively trying to avoid but couldn’t actually shake away the thoughts and feelings of it.
As you walked along the outskirts of the circus, you passed by the large stage Caine performs on. And to your left, you see Kinger’s pillow fort.
You tug on your bottom lip with growing anticipation, anxiety, and oddly enough, excitement?
You shouldn’t talk to him. Not while you’re like this. Not while he’s the sole reason you didn’t want Caine to implement this feature.
It had to be around 10 PM by now. Kinger was probably asleep. But you also wanted to check on him to make sure he was alright. He always does appreciate your check-ins.
You sigh and make a mental note to yourself to bang your head against a wall later for this stupid decision as you approach the pillow fort.
“Kinger..?” You whisper at the makeshift pillow door. “Are you in there?” You ask.
You open the door and see that he’s already right in front of it to which you both jump and let out a startled noise.
“O-Oh! I didn’t see you there! You really startled me!” Kinger retorted with a smile. “Come on in” His tone a bit softer now, patting the spot next to him in the fort.
You smile as you crawl in, closing the makeshift door behind you. You dim the string lights in his fort in attempt to make things comfortable for him. To which a bit later you can tell he’s loosening up a little.
“I found this little guy just flying around in the last adventure! I thought you’d might like him..” Kinger brings his hand to yours.
You see a black and red butterfly standing atop of Kinger’s pointer finger, gently fluttering its wings.
“Kinger it’s.. beautiful.. thank you.” You look at him with a smile before holding your finger out. The butterfly crawls onto your finger almost immediately.
Careful not to startle it, you hold your position for the butterfly, letting it rest on your hand.
“Of course, butterfly”
You almost jump at his words. You look at him with an endearing gaze. He gave you that nickname around the time he first met you.
The first time you came into his pillow fort, you were drawn to his insect collection. You were never a huge fan of bugs but these ones seemed harmless.
A butterfly had found its way upon your head when you weren’t paying attention. Moments later you felt something crawling on you and jumped to which the butterfly had flew off from the sudden jolt.
“Relax, butterfly. He won’t hurt you.” Kinger appeared to next you, his hand on the small of your back. His other hand held out for the butterfly to fly onto it. He brought it over to you for you to inspect.
You stared at it in awe. Just like you were doing to him now.
“Kinger..” You mutter. You were definitely blushing.
“My wife had always liked butterflies the most.. more specifically caterpillars though..” Kinger said as his gaze drifted to the butterfly on your finger, his voice a bit melancholy now.
“You remind me a lot of her.” Your gaze softened at his confession.
“Why are you telling me this now..?” You ask. What could he possibly mean by that?
His silence weighs heavy. But soon enough you start to put the pieces together yourself. Heat rushes to your cheeks. If you were already blushing before, your face was pretty much red now.
Caines new.. feature.
“Kinger— I-“ You stammer. What are you supposed to say in this situation anyway. Didn’t you want this though? Him to want you in the same way you did?
“I miss my wife every day. I would give anything to have another moment with her.. even if it was for just a minute.” Kinger’s eyelids drop.
“But that does not mean I don’t care about you..” He finally meets your gaze
You stare at him with a yearning expression. Words could not truly express the feeling that was coursing through your body right now.
“I don’t want to ruin what we have.. you’ve been such a good friend to me and—“
“You won’t.” He interrupts. It’s a firm but gentle reassurance.
Kinger cups your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. Electricity metaphorically flickers from where his fingers touch.
“I want to make you happy. And whichever way that may be, as your friend, your companion, or something more, I’ll be there.” He tells you.
Your heart explodes into a hundred tiny different pieces
Every moment with Kinger has been the best part of your life that you could ever experience.
Your relationships in the past back in the real world were never the greatest. Fight after fight, nothing ever seemed to go well.
But meeting Kinger changed your perspective on it all. There was good in people. Your relationship with Kinger felt pure. Like the light shining through the cracks of the darkness for the first time in years.
The look in Kinger’s eyes swore devotion. A promise that he’d never leave your side. A promise that you’ve been searching for your whole life.
“There’s never been a moment where I didn’t want you to see me as anything more than a friend.” You say, gaze drifting down to the butterfly that was still on your finger.
You place the butterfly back in its enclosure, feeling Kinger’s gaze behind you sending heat through your body.
You look back to him to see the gaze that you could never get sick of.
“I will always want you by my side.” You confess, moving a bit closer to Kinger.
You’re inches apart now. Everything in this pillow fort feels smaller now, more hot.
He finally moves to you, closing that distance. He experimentally moves his hands to your waist, gently sliding them onto it.
Your breath hitches, gaze quickly flickering to his hands then back up to his face. His eyes searching yours for discomfort.
When you don’t move away, he speaks up.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.” Kinger reassures.
“I want it all..” You shake your head. “I want you.” You breathe out.
You could swear you saw his eyes flick down to your lips for a split second. You decide to take the initiative to kiss him.
Your eyes flutter closed as you make contact with his face.
It felt a bit awkward at first as he doesn’t have a mouth. His body visibly tensing at sudden but gentle kiss.
But although he didn’t have physical lips you could almost feel as if he had them there.
Kingers hands slid from your waist to your cheeks, cupping them as he deepened the kiss. You let out a soft sigh of content as you leaned in closer.
Your kisses became more urgent. They were still gentle but just as eager. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you pursued him, his hands instinctively going back to your waist as you slid into his lap.
Kinger let out a small groan as you sat down in his lap. You let out a mutual noise into the kiss. You pull away to look at him.
He’s looking up at you, his gaze half lidded, filled with need. His hand comes up to run a hand through your hair.
“You’re so beautiful, butterfly..” He mutters. Your lips part. Like it’s becoming hard to breathe, like he was the air that you needed.
You kiss him again passionately, to which he soon breaks to trail kisses along your jaw down to your neck. You let out a soft moan, curling your hands into the fur of his cloak.
Kinger’s hands found the hem of your shirt, pulling away from your neck to look at you as he lifted it up.
You lifted your arms up to aid in the action, Kinger setting the shirt aside as he takes in your half naked form.
Obviously it’s a little weird as you aren’t in your human body. But it was still you all the same.
You feel pretty vulnerable as Kinger silently takes you in, heat rising to your cheeks once more.
“You’re perfect.” He mutters, moving a hand up to cup one of your breasts.
You let out a small gasp as the cool touch of his hand makes contact with your heated skin.
He looked up at you to watch your reaction as he brushed a thumb across your nipple. Your lips parted as you shuddered. He leaned his head in to plant kisses up the valley between your breasts.
You instinctively leaned down to meet him as he kissed his way back up to your lips. You captured his lips in yours as you made work of unbuttoning your pants.
You reached your hands up to the top of his purple cloak, gently pushing it open. You felt it as you slid it off his body.
As you pulled away you didn’t expect much as his body remained the same. Just a smooth wooden chess body under that cloak.
But when your gaze trailed down your breath hitched as your eyes met his new attachment.
A hard, somehow leaking wooden cock near where his abdomen would be. It was shaped like normal, an average size but wasn’t completely like one. You didn’t care though.
You met his gaze again to which he let out a small laugh. You avert your nervous eyes with a blush.
You move away for a moment to discard your unbuttoned pants before, Kinger’s eyes never leaving you.
He reached out for you and you practically floated towards him. You couldn’t spend a second away from him without craving his body against yours.
You went to straddle him again but he hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you up. Your eyes widened as you let out a gasp of surprise as he made his way to a pile of pillows he had set up in the fort for a makeshift bed.
Kinger gently laid you down onto it, watching your hair splay out from under you onto the pillows. He brushes some of the hair out of your face as he admires you.
“Are you comfortable?” He asks. You nod, looking up at him.
He kisses your cheek and then plants a few more along your jawline. Your head lulls off to the side instinctively. You feel his hand trail down your body to your abdomen before finally dipping a finger between your folds.
Your breath hitches as he makes discovery of how wet you are. He lets out a small laugh and you blush.
“Don’t laugh..” You mutter. His eyes crinkle upwards into a smile and he simply plants a kiss on your cheek.
He then begins peppering kisses along your jawline down to your neck and he brings his finger up to your clit, rubbing and circling it gently.
You let out a moan and your hand flies to your mouth to muffle it. He looks up at you for a moment before continuing his kisses of worship.
You feel one of his fingers tease your entrance before sliding in.
“K-Kinger—!” You exclaim, eyes wide and searching for his.
“Shh.. it’s okay.” He whispers. “Let me take care of you.” he raises his head to fully look at you.
He leans in to kiss you as he adds another digit inside of you. He thrusts them into you at a gentle but eager pace. Your thighs tremble slightly as you pathetically attempt to arch your hips to meet him.
He pulls away to look at you again, watching every little reaction and sound he can get out of you. He experimentally curls his fingers a few times before hearing you gasp.
“Right there?” He asks, tone a bit lower, quieter.
You nod quickly, head falling back with a whimper. Your hand covers your mouth again. You both knew you couldn’t be too loud or the others would probably hear. And you definitely wouldn’t hear the end of it from Jax if he ever found out.
Your other hand grips a pillow beneath you, chest rising and falling heavily as you grew closer to your first orgasm in god knows how long. You obviously weren’t gonna last long anyway judging from how long it’s been since you got laid in the real world and how long you’ve been in the circus to add onto it.
“Kinger.. oh god.. oh f[BOINK]ck..—..” You ramble, breathless as he picks up the pace. Your lips parted, brows furrowed as you glance down to where his fingers move inside of you.
He hits a particular spot that makes you let out a louder moan, head falling back once more.
The oncoming wave of pleasure washed over you in warning. Letting out strings of whimpers, whines, any noise he could conjure out of you.
The metaphorical band inside of you snaps as you reach your orgasm, a cry of ecstasy coming from your parted lips.
Your hips stutter and your body trembles as he works you through it, muttering sweet praises into your ear as you come down.
“You did so well.. I’m so proud of you..” He tells you.
After you come down from that high, vision still a bit hazy, you raise your head to look up at him. Once he had cleaned his hand off he takes your hand in his and presses a kiss to your palm before placing it aside your head, intertwining your fingers together.
It was such an intimate act that made your heart flutter with warmth.
Kinger leaned over you, eyes raking up your body. His eyes reach yours.
“I.. might not last very long..” He admits nervously, voice a bit shaky. “It’s been a while since I’ve..” he didn’t finish that sentence. But you already knew what he meant.
He hasn’t been with anyone since Queenie. And that was before he even joined the circus. Not to mention the fact he’s been here longer than anyone else here.
“It’s okay.. me too..” I give him a half smile.
“Oh, I know.” He teases while a blush spreads across your face. “Stop!” You exclaim and he laughs.
He leans down to kiss you. Your free hand reaches up to cup his cheek. After a moment he pulls away slightly, taking a hand to guide his cock to your entrance.
You both look at eachother. Like you were trying to etch this moment into your mind and lock it away forever.
Kinger slowly pushes in, controlled and gentle as always. You both gasp into each other’s mouths.
He lets out a shuddered moan, adjusting to the heat that has encapsulated him. A feeling he hasn’t felt in many, many years.
“You feel amazing..” He mutters breathlessly, half smiling at you as he pants.
You squeeze around him in response to the praise and he groans.
“A-Ah— wait.. don’t do that.. I need a moment..” He pleas.
That only drove you further into whatever feeling you were experiencing right now. A pathetic Kinger practically whimpering above you was probably the most beautiful sight you’ve seen in forever.
After a moment he gets his bearings, looking at you.
“I’ll go slow.” He promises in that gentle tone that has you melting every time he uses it.
You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. When Kinger finally begins thrusting into you, you can’t ignore the noises that fight to come out of you.
Both of you letting out sounds of pleasure and pure passion that fill the pillow fort.
“Y-You’re doing.. so good, butterfly..” He mutters as he buries his face into your neck. Your hands splay across his back, grasping whatever you can to ground yourself.
You were still kinda sensitive from your previous orgasm, causing your thighs to tremble when they wrapped around where Kinger’s waist would be as he began to thrust a bit deeper.
“Kinger..” You moan. His hand that had previously moved to your waist tightened slightly.
He groaned as he picked up the pace a little.
“K-Kinger—!” You gasp out again. You were holding onto him so tightly. Like you were scared he was gonna disappear. But he wasn’t going anywhere. He wouldn’t want to be anywhere you weren’t.
“I’m here.. always.” He kisses your neck again.
His thrusts start to become uneven, less controlled. He lets out a few whimpers as he holds your hand tighter.
“M’close..” He mutters in between thrusts. He looks at you, half lidded. You cup his cheek and lean in to kiss him.
Your second orgasm was approaching quickly. Your breath coming out in short gasps.
“M-Me too..” You manage to get out. He pursues you with an even greater intensity. You could barely notice the ache in your thighs as the pleasure coursing inside of you was far too intense, overpowering any discomfort you could’ve been feeling right now.
Soon enough your orgasm crashes over you and Kinger follows through, letting out a moan as his hips stuttered into you as he came.
The only sound that could be heard was our soft pants as we came down from the high. Eventually Kinger raised his head to look at you.
“You okay?” He asks and you nod as you always do.
“More than okay..” You smile as You admire his gaze.
After a moment Kinger pulls out with a small noise before grabbing something to clean us up with.
His touch is gentle, attentive. Once he’s done he lays beside you and you instinctively curl up next to him.
You both lay there in silence for a bit. It was comfortable, real. His embrace felt like home. Whenever you were with him you forgot all about escaping the circus.
Would you even want to leave if it meant leaving him behind? That’s a question you’d never agree to. Because right now, this is your peace.
He is your anchor and you are his.
When the metaphorical clock strikes midnight things were back to normal. Your bodies were back to the blank cartoons You once were. You had been re-dressed like nothing ever happened.
You both didn’t care though. All you were focused on was the warmth of his embrace.
And that’s all you ever needed.