You were Val and Velvette's partner.

You had been living in your own apartment for a while though, seeing as you had only actually been their partner for about a year. But on your 1 year anniversary, they both had asked you (see; begged dramatically and theatrically) to move into Vee Tower with them, and you'd said yes.

It had taken you about a month to get everything moved over to their shared floor of the Tower, get rid of your old place, change your address, etcetera, etcetera, ad nauseum.

And tonight was no different than every other night in the Tower, except tonight was one of the rare nights that Val got home and came to bed before 3 AM and was already awake by the time you both woke up.

You'd gotten ready for bed, hoping you'd get some action from the guy, thinking about those broad shoulders and wide chest, wide hips, snatched waist....

Velvette came in first, her hair loose and flowing behind her back, wearing an elegant lavender robe, as she pulled out her phone and scrolled through it, laying down on the huge pink-and-purple bed, and wrapping an arm around you.

Val had walked in afterwards, still wearing his suit and wings/pimp coat, and he'd started getting undressed as you watched, but when he took his shirt off, you saw that he was wearing a waist-in corset...huh. That was weird, but nonetheless.

Then? Oh, then he unlaced it.

You hadn't even known. Hadn't seen him without clothes in a while- maybe a few months or so, he'd been busy. But you were NOT disappointed. And Velvette didn't look too upset either- she was staring as intently as you were.

You may not have gotten what you THOUGHT you were getting, but you got something even better.

He knows he's sexy, he doesn't care about anything, you're both aware of this. You're also not entirely sure how he fucks people with that thing on, or how you didn't realize something was up with him never gaining weight no matter how many times a day you saw the man eating. Well, he was gaining, he just wore the fucking corset.

Your boyfriend has the sexiest dad bod you've ever seen in your life and you know DAMN WELL it's because you're the one who cooks now. Because let's face facts, Vox is ass at cooking and Velvette won't cook for anyone unless they pay her.

Stripping down to nothing but hot pink heart-print boxers, he yawned, all four arms stretching out, as he reclined on the bed with you, and scrolled through his phone for a few minutes, before raising a nonexistent brow at you both. You must have looked like idiots, staring.

Val: "....what?? What the fuck are you looking at me like that for?"

Velvette's red eyes were wide, as she ran a hand down her face.

Velvette: "Maybe because you're even hotter now????"