The Dream**
Xavier didn't know where he was. The space around him was hazy, dreamlike—his bedroom but not quite, familiar yet strange.
What he did know was that there were two of her.
Two versions of Nana standing before him, and he couldn't understand why.
On the left was the cute version—wearing his oversized gray hoodie that fell to her mid-thigh, her hair slightly messy, holding a box of pink macarons. She looked soft and sweet and entirely adorable, just like she did every lazy morning at home.
On the right was the bold version—clad in white lace lingerie that left little to the imagination, her expression sultry and confident in a way that made his breath catch. She looked like sin wrapped in innocence, dangerous and irresistible.
"Xavier," the cute one said, tugging at the hem of his shirt with small hands. "Kiss me?"
Before he could respond, she pulled him down, her lips meeting his in a deep, consuming kiss. Her tongue swept into his mouth with surprising aggression, kissing him until he couldn't breathe, couldn't think.
At the same time, he felt the bold one's hand—sliding down his chest, over his abdomen, lower until she was palming him through his pants with deliberate pressure.
"Look how hard you are," the bold one purred. "And we've barely started."
"Wait—I don't understand—" Xavier tried to form words between the cute one's demanding kisses. "Why are there two—"
"Does it matter?" The bold one's hand squeezed him firmly. "We're both yours. Both want you."
The cute one finally released his mouth, only to start trailing kisses down his jaw, his neck, her hands pushing his shirt up to explore his chest. "So handsome," she murmured against his skin. "Want to touch all of you."
The bold one was already working at his pants, freeing him with practiced ease. "Want to feel all of you," she corrected, and before Xavier could process, she was straddling him, sinking down onto his cock with a satisfied moan.
"Fuck—" The sensation was overwhelming, intense, real despite the dream-logic.
The cute one captured his lips again, swallowing his groans as the bold one rode him with confident movements. Two sets of hands on him, two versions of the woman he loved giving him pleasure from different angles—it was too much, too intense, impossible to process.
"Starlight—" he gasped when the cute one allowed him a breath. "I can't—both of you—"
"You can," they said in unison, their voices blending. "You're our Xavier. You can handle us."
The bold one moved faster, taking him deeper, while the cute one's kisses grew more desperate, more demanding. Xavier's hands didn't know where to go—gripping one's hips, tangling in the other's hair, trying to ground himself in sensation that felt too real for a dream.
He was close, pleasure building impossibly high, pressure coiling tight in his core—
"Xavier—" they both moaned his name, and he was right there, right at the edge—
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**Reality - 4:23 AM**
Nana woke up confused.
Something felt off. The bed was moving slightly, and there were sounds—soft, almost imperceptible, but definitely there.
She blinked sleep from her eyes and turned to look at her husband.
Xavier was asleep, but his face was flushed, his breathing rapid. And his hand...
His hand was in his sleep pants, clearly palming himself, his hips making small movements as he chased sensation in his sleep.
"Starlight—" he mumbled, barely audible. "Both of you—too much—"
Nana's eyes widened.
Both of them? BOTH?
He was having a sex dream. About TWO versions of her?
Jealousy flared hot and immediate. Who was dream-Nana? What was she doing that made Xavier so desperate he was touching himself in his sleep? Why were there TWO of her in his dream?
She sat up, crossing her arms, pouting as she watched him. His hand moved faster, his breath coming in pants, clearly close to—
No. Absolutely not.
If Xavier wanted to come, it would be to the REAL her. Not dream versions.
Nana slipped out of bed quietly and rifled through their closet until she found it—the white bunny lingerie set she'd bought on impulse months ago but had been too shy to wear. White lace with little bunny ear details on the headband and a fluffy tail on the back.
She changed quickly, then grabbed the box of macarons from the kitchen before returning to the bedroom.
By the time she settled back on the bed, Xavier's movements had slowed—still asleep but clearly frustrated that his dream wouldn't let him finish.
Good.
She positioned herself right in his line of sight and waited, eating a macaron with exaggerated slowness, her pout firmly in place.
Xavier woke slowly, groggily, his body still buzzing with unfulfilled arousal from the dream. He was achingly hard, his hand still in his pants, and—
His eyes focused on the figure in front of him.
Nana.
His real, actual Nana.
Wearing white bunny lingerie that made his brain short-circuit.
Eating a pink macaron with the most devastating pout he'd ever seen.
And staring very pointedly at his sleep pants—where his hand was still obviously positioned and his erection was very evident.
"Starlight—" His voice came out rough, confused.
"Don't 'starlight' me," she said, taking another bite of macaron. "Who were you dreaming about?"
"You," he answered automatically, truthfully.
"Me?" Her eyes narrowed. "Then why did you say 'both of you' in your sleep?"
Ah. She'd heard that.
"It was just a dream—"
"A dream about TWO of me?" Her pout intensified. "What were dream-mes doing that made you so desperate you were touching yourself in your sleep?"
Xavier's mouth opened and closed. How could he explain? The dream had been vivid, overwhelming, and yes, featured two versions of her doing things that had him harder than he'd ever been.
"I—they were—you were—" He couldn't form coherent sentences with her sitting there in bunny ears and lace, looking adorable and furious and utterly edible.
"You're not allowed to touch yourself thinking about dream-me," Nana declared, setting the macaron box aside. "If you want to come, you have to do it with real-me."
"I wasn't trying to—I was asleep—"
"Doesn't matter." She crawled toward him with surprising confidence, the bunny ears bouncing adorably. "You made me jealous of my own dream-versions. So now you're getting punished."
"Punished?" Xavier's brain was still trying to catch up.
"Punished," she confirmed, straddling his thighs. Her hands went to his wrists, pulling them away from his body. "You can't touch me. You can only watch and feel what I give you. Understand?"
This was new. His usually sweet, somewhat shy wife was taking charge, and Xavier found it incredibly arousing.
"Starlight—"
"Do you understand?" She pressed his wrists into the mattress on either side of his head, holding them there with surprising determination.
"Yes," he breathed.
"Good." She released his wrists but gave him a warning look. "Keep them there. If you move them, I stop. Got it?"
Xavier nodded, not trusting his voice.
Satisfied, Nana shifted lower, grinding herself against his erection through the thin fabric of his sleep pants. He was so hard it bordered on painful, and the friction made him groan.
"This is what you wanted in your dream, right?" She moved again, slow and deliberate. "Both versions of me touching you? Well, you only get one version. And I decide what you get."
She continued grinding against him, the friction delicious but not nearly enough. Xavier's hands twitched, desperate to grab her hips, to control the movement, to get more.
"Don't," she warned, seeing the movement. "I said no touching."
"Starlight, please—"
"Please what?" She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. "Please let you come? Please give you more? You should have thought about that before having dreams about two of me."
"It was just a dream—I can't control—" His words cut off in a groan as she ground down harder.
"Tell me what happened in the dream." Her hands roamed his chest, pushing his shirt up. "What were dream-mes doing?"
"One was—" He gasped as she rolled her hips. "One was wearing my hoodie. Eating macarons. The other was in lingerie."
"Like this?" She gestured to her bunny outfit.
"Similar. And they were both—" He groaned as she increased the pace. "One was kissing me. Deep. Wouldn't let me breathe. The other was—"
"Was what?"
"Riding me," he admitted. "Taking me while the other one kissed me."
"Hmm." Nana sat back, considering. "So dream-me got to ride you. But real-me? Real-me is making you suffer first."
She reached down and freed him from his pants, his cock springing free. Then she pulled her own panties aside—just enough—and positioned herself so his cock was nestled between her folds but not inside.
"Starlight—" It came out as a whimper.
"Tell me you're sorry for having dreams about me without permission."
"I'm sorry—"
"Tell me real-me is better than dream-me."
"You're so much better—starlight, please—"
"Tell me you'll never make me jealous of dream-me again."
"Never—I promise—please—"
She began moving again, sliding along his length, coating him in her wetness but never letting him inside. The sensation was maddening—so close to what he needed but not enough, never enough.
"Starlight, I'm begging you—" Xavier's control was fraying completely. "Please let me inside. Please let me touch you. I need—"
"Need what?" She continued her torture, her movements slow and deliberate.
"Need you. Need to be inside you. Need to touch you. Need to make you feel good—" He was babbling now, desperate. "Please, I'll do anything—"
"Anything?" She paused, considering. "Even let me stay in control?"
"Yes—anything—please—"
"Fine." She lifted slightly and positioned him at her entrance. "But you still can't touch me. And you have to let me set the pace. Understand?"
"Yes—god, yes—just please—"
She sank down slowly, torturously slowly, taking him inch by inch. Xavier's hands fisted in the sheets, his whole body trembling with the effort of not grabbing her and just taking control.
When she was fully seated, they both groaned. She stayed still, adjusting, while Xavier fought the urge to thrust up, to move, to do anything but lie there and take what she gave.
"Good boy," she murmured, finally starting to move. "See? You can behave when properly motivated."
She rode him slowly at first, building a rhythm that had him gasping and straining. Every time he started to lift his hands, she'd stop completely, and he'd force them back down with a frustrated groan.
"Please—faster—I need—"
"You need what I give you," she corrected, but she did increase her pace slightly. "And right now, I'm giving you slow."
It was torture. Beautiful, exquisite torture. She looked incredible above him—the bunny ears bouncing with her movements, her face flushed with pleasure and power, her body taking him at her pace.
"In your dream," she said, her voice breathy now, "did dream-me look this good?"
"No—you're better—so much better—"
"Did dream-me make you feel this desperate?"
"Yes—no—I don't know—please—"
She leaned down, her lips brushing his. "Did dream-me kiss you like this?"
She kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth while she continued moving on him. When she pulled back, Xavier was gasping.
"I love you," he said desperately. "Real you. Only you. No dream compares—"
Something in her expression softened. "I love you too," she whispered, finally—finally—increasing her pace to something that might actually let him finish.
Her hand slid between them to touch herself, and Xavier watched with desperate fascination as she chased her own pleasure while taking his.
"Going to—" she gasped. "Xavier, I'm—"
"Come for me," he urged. "Show me real is better than any dream—"
She did, crying out his name as she clenched around him rhythmically. The sensation finally pushed Xavier over the edge—the release he'd been denied in the dream, denied by her teasing, finally crashing over him with devastating intensity.
He came so hard he actually saw stars, his whole body convulsing as he spilled inside her.
Nana collapsed onto his chest, both of them breathing hard. Xavier immediately wrapped his arms around her—finally, finally allowed to touch—and held her close.
"That was—" he started.
"Punishment," she finished. "For making me jealous of dream-me."
"I'm sorry," he said sincerely. "I can't control my dreams, but I can promise that reality with you is infinitely better than any dream could be."
"Even dreams where there are two of me?"
"Especially then. Because the real you is perfect. I don't need two. I just need you."
She snuggled closer, her pout finally fading into a satisfied smile. "Good answer."
"Though I have to say," Xavier added carefully, "the bunny lingerie is incredibly effective. Where did that come from?"
"I bought it months ago but was too shy to wear it." She played with the bunny ears. "But when I saw you touching yourself in your sleep, I got jealous and... decided to be bold."
"Be bold more often," Xavier encouraged. "Taking control like that? Teasing me? Making me beg? That was incredibly hot."
"You liked being punished?"
"I liked you being confident. Knowing what you wanted. Making me work for it." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Though maybe next time, less torture?"
"No promises. You might have another dream about two of me, and I'll have to punish you again."
"I'll try to only dream about one of you from now on."
"You better." But she was smiling, clearly pleased.
They lay in comfortable silence for a while, before Nana said, "Xavier?"
"Mm?"
"In your dream... what was I wearing under your hoodie?"
He paused. "Nothing."
"Nothing?!"
"It was a dream! Dreams don't follow logic!"
"So dream-me was just in your hoodie with nothing underneath, eating macarons while dream-lingerie-me rode you?"
"...Yes?"
She was quiet for a moment. "We should recreate that. But with real-me. In your actual hoodie. With actual macarons."
Xavier's exhausted body somehow found the energy to respond to that mental image. "Starlight—"
"But only if you promise never to dream about two of me again."
"I promise. One of you is more than enough to handle."
"Good answer." She pressed a kiss to his chest. "Now sleep. No more wild dreams."
"Yes, ma'am."
But as they drifted off, Xavier couldn't help thinking that if his dreams led to Nana taking charge in bunny lingerie, maybe the occasional wild dream wasn't so bad.
As long as she punished him for them afterward.
He could definitely live with that.