#THE WAY SHE CAN'T STOP TOUCHING HIS BEARD oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh (but also same girl same)
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Prof!Price
"Do you think the professor's hot?"
She stopped writing in her notebook, trying to process the question her friend asked. It was late at night, and everything was quiet around her. She was on a call with one of her friends from class, trying to do an assignment together since it was difficult doing it alone. They found out it was more efficient calling each other because they could share their notes and answers.
"Who are you talking about?"
"Who else? The professor from literature." She tensed, chest tightening with that familiar but obnoxious feeling at the seductive tone she used to say professor from literature.
She dropped her pen in the middle of her notebook to pay full attention to her friend's words. "The professor from literature?"
"Yes! Have you seen him?"
She cleared her throat. Of course she's seen him. In fact, she has seen every part of him.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh my gosh!" Her friend said in an annoyance tone, feeling frustrated she wasn't getting the point. But, she was obviously getting the fucking point. She just can't admit it out of the blue. "He's so hot. I know he's a serious man inside and outside the classroom, but hey, his face and his body... oh my, my... I would totally fuck a man like that."
Her face frowned upon the last words, looking at her friend's name from her phone —since the call was on speaker— as if she's in front of her. That uncomfortable feeling rose throughout all her body like a fountain.
Her friend was looking at the professor with other eyes than the academic figure.
She's pretty sure her friend is not the only girl with her panties wet for the professor from literature. Professor Price is a man who has charisma. His big bulk of a body and his electrifying blue eyes possess an aura that can either intimidate you or make you flustered. The way he talks with people with his low and calm voice, as if he's going to sing the most romantic tune, ever existed. Also, the way he walks, the way he dresses, the way he styles his beard... Everything from Professor Price screams perfection.
It's not difficult for someone to get attracted to the professor.
But stil.
She didn't like how other girls looked at him like he was the most expensive dish served on a silver plate, ready to be devoured. Even though his eyes only stayed on her, she was the only one who could look at him like that.
She was the only one who could actually devour that expensive dish.
She was jealous.
The phantom touch of rough hands around her ankles made her throw a little gasp while pushing the rolling chair backward. "Shh..." Her heart skipped a beat when she hears that low and rough voice beneath her. She looked down at her desk, just to find the protagonist of her conversation with her friend kneeling in front of her;
Professor Price.
He was wearing his usual attire for work. The only difference was his white long-sleeved shirt unbuttoned by the first few buttons, leaving a glimpse of his hairy chest and making him look like some sexy star magazine. His hair was slightly disheveled, probably by all the times he passed his fingers through it. His icy blue eyes were accompanied by some eyebags under it, revealing the tiredness he was accumulating within these days that had passed thanks to the amount of work and reunions he was receiving.
"What are you doing?!" She whispered-yelled taking a rebel strand of hair that went in front of her face when she moved her chair. His thumb caressed softly the skin of her ankles before pulling her to him again, earning a soft gasp from her parted lips. His face ended up resting on her right thigh, eyes closing to the warm feeling her skin radiates.
"'Missed you." He said, placing a soft kiss to her thigh, making her wriggle a bit at the sensation his lips left. "'Missed you so much." He started to leave a trail of soft kisses on her thigh as his hands worked its way to the back of her knees, opening her legs so he could have more room between them. His hands traveled to either side of her hips, taking the waistband of her shorts trying to pull them down.
Her eyebrows raised all the way up, almost comically, ignoring the burning feeling he was making inside of her and focusing on the panic when she realized what he was doing, quickly stopping him. "Wait, Price, we can't do that here." She said, placing her hands on either side of his head trying to separate his lips from her skin, but it was in vain. He was much stronger than her.
Price's hands grasped hers in a soft motion. His thumb caressed her delicate fingers. "Why not? We are in my home. Nobody's watching."
"I'm talking with someone, Price."
"Then be quiet, love." He said before continuing where he left, placing his hands on the waistband of her shorts, his fingers curling the fabric before tugging it down her legs.
Truth be told, Price doesn't give a fuck who is she talking to. He's too tired and consumed by all the work he had these past days, that he's left with nothing but the thought of her beautiful face bringing him the peace he needs.
They couldn't almost see each other within the university halls besides his classroom. His home too, where he'd often find her asleep on his couch or his bed because he was leaving late from the university's office. In the early mornings, he just kissed her a soft goodbye waking her up just for her to see his silhouette leaving the room to go and finish more paperwork he had left the day before.
A sigh could be heard from the other line of the call. "Too bad he isn't open enough to know his relationship status."
A little gasp escaped from her lips when she felt his hot lips put pressure on the wet patch that was starting to form in her soft underwear. A jolt of electricity passed through all her body when he placed another kiss in the same spot, making her jump slightly.
His lips turned into a smile. His hands started caressing the soft flesh of her thighs. "Answer her, love." he said before placing an open-mouthed kiss on the wet spot, passing his tongue through the fabric, feeling the rapid pulses of her pearl. She opened her mouth with a low moan as her hands found a way into his hair.
"Y-Yes... he doesn't... he doesn't let... anyone know."
She tried to calm her frenetic breathing from giving away what was happening on her side of the phone, but it was too difficult. Her back arched when his warm tongue put pressure on her sensitive bud, feeling the wet fabric caress it.
"P-Price, p-please." Her words were shaking in her throat along with a few moans. "What?" He asked, looking up at her beautiful face contorted in nothing but pleasure. Her hand puts a little bit more pressure on the crown of his head, as if inviting him to keep going. "T-Take it off."
"Your underwear?"
She nodded.
"No. I'll take it off when I want to."
He grasped her legs with both hands and threw them over his shoulder, now completely open to him. He rested his hands on her hips, looking at the —big—wet patch, now transparent where he could slightly see through her white underwear the outlines and the color of her folds and her pearl, pulsating against the fabric with desire. Price started at it as if he were a starved man with his last meal in front of him, waiting, inviting him to taste it.
That sent him goosebumps all over his body. His mind glowing with sinful thoughts made him almost blind from the desire.
"Keep talking with her, love. You don't want to let her know that the professor you guys are talking about is the same one between your legs." He said before diving his head again between her thighs.
His tongue made its way with her, taking big laps from her folds to her clothed bud, making her gasps now with full force on his short hair. "F-Fuck..."
"You know, sometimes I think he's married."
She opened her mouth to only let out a soft whimper. His tongue now moving easily with saliva and arousal pooled between her underwear.
"Y-You think so?" She threw her head back into the chair in a blinding pleasure. He was literally making out with her intimate area as if it was her mouth. Opened kisses and pressed his tongue all over her, caging her between his large hands like a lion with a bone between his paws.
He wanted to take her underwear off. Oh, he's been craving to see her bare since the second he stepped into his home. But he knows how loud they can be. He knows how loud the obscene sounds her sweet area makes. He knows the high-pitched moans she does when she's close. He knows everything from head to toe. And he can't risk the other person hearing those sweet sounds coming from her mouth and body.
Of course, he knows her very well.
She's his lover.
"Yeah! I mean, he doesn't look at the other female professors with other eyes than work." His tongue started to draw circles around her bud, sending shock waves through her stomach. Even with the underwear in the middle, she could feel his soft tongue in contrast with the hairs of his beard and mustache tickling her sensitive zone, along with the hairs of his cheeks grazing her inner thighs up and down everytime he licks her.
It was driving her crazy.
"But, there was a rumor."
She bit her lip, trying to stop a whimper rolling from her tongue before speaking; "R-Really? W-what rumor?"
"That he and the professor from marketing were dating." Before she even had the time to think those words and let that jealousy feeling rise up her chest, a chocked moan escaped her lips when she felt his tongue and underwear entering her entrance. Her hips buckled so fast to his face that the chair made a loud squealing sound.
"Is everything okay?"
"Y-Yes!" She said, sounding a little bit more high-pitched than normal. "I almost... fell from my ch-chair. D-Don't worry..."
"Oh, be careful... So, someone who's studying marketing told me that their professor was looking at him like..." Her friend really wanted to spill some kind of false tea, but unfortunately she lost the topic of the conversation the second his tongue was in her entrance, not even caring what was happening around her, only the man and the skillful tongue between her legs.
"Price..." She said when he returned to her now puffy bud giving circles around it. She opened her eyes to stare down just to find his blue ones already looking at her.
Beautiful, he thought. Her hair was in a few directions, while her forehead was glistening with a few droplets of sweat and a few strands plastered on her skin. Her cheeks were red, and her mouth was opened, letting out soft and low noises.
"J-Just fuck me."
"No. After you finish your call, I promise to fuck you like the goddess you are." He continued to circling her bud now putting a little bit more pressure.
She was starting to feel that familiar knot in her stomach. Unconsciously, her hips started to buckle from the chair and getting closer to his face continuously to make that release faster.
"I know you're close, love. Come on, give yourself to me."
He started going faster with his tongue as she started to go faster with her hips, almost making a rhythm to match each other. Her fingers were so secured in his hair, giving painful stings to his scalp, but he didn't mind.
Not when his lover is a mess and he's the cause of it.
She felt all her muscles tense at the same time her legs started to tremble. Her hips worked faster and faster each second, trying desperately to get that release.
Only one last suck to her sensitive bud was all it took to unleash what she was searching for.
Every fiber exploded at the same time her orgasm clashed down in powerful waves. Her mouth hanged open, chocking back a scream that was forming on the depths of her throat. "John...!" She looked at the ceiling, her vision getting blurry for a second.
All the strength was leaving her body and soul as she collapsed back on the chair. Her legs dropped from his shoulders, and her hand left his now totally disheveled hair. Her chest was rapid with her unsteady breathing, her blood pleading for some oxygen. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying not to make a loud noise and raise suspicion on her friend. Although that wasn't necessary since her friend was rambling about the rumor without taking a break to breathe.
He separate a little from between her thighs, noticing how her arousal made all her underwear drenched and a few droplets falling in the leather cushion of the chair. His muscles tensed at the very erotic sight in front of him.
His hands made way to the waistband of her panties, slowly taking it off her legs and securing them in his pockets. He could see her glistening folds and puffy pearl now bare and open to him, inviting him for another round. And as almost tantalizing that view was for him, he kept his composure and was going to wait until she finished her call as he promised.
He gave a chaste kiss to her bud, her hips bucking as she hissed at the hypersensitivity she was feeling. He trailed kisses down her thighs to her legs, and then he ended with a final kiss on her ankles before caressing them one last time and muttering an 'I love you' without her hearing it.
A few minutes passed, and she opened her eyes only to find herself alone again, as if he didn't take a step into his home office where she was.
"So, what do you think?"
She tried to compose herself, wincing when she felt parts of her arousal that was left in the chair in contact with her sensitive area. She looked down, seeing all the mess she had made.
I'm blaming this on him.
She's pretty sure if he was still there, he would've said, "You were not complaining when you made that mess."
She could hear the faint noise of the shower running from his room that was two doors down the hall , maybe preparing himself before actually having his way with her.
She straightened herself, passing her hands through her hair, taking a few wet strands plasted on her forehead behind her ears. She accommodated her shirt, not bothering to look for her underwear since it was all ruined now. She was going to take a shower after this or join him.
She cleared her throat. "About the rumor...?"
She already heard that rumor. That took surface, and after a few days, everyone was talking about it. That caused a few problems between her and her lover, but he cleared everything and told her it was just her having a crush on him since he can remember, but she has been with other men to take money from them. Of course, since she knows Price is a man with a few dollars on his account, she wanted to have her way with him. But that didn't happen.
While a few professors and students find her like someone sexy and secure, Professor Price finds her disgusting.
Nothing like my little love, he thinks.
"No, silly! About the professor."
Her lips curled into a small smile, feeling tired about the way her soul almost leaves her body in that orgasm caused by the very one Professor Price.
"Yeah... He's not that bad."
part 2 here
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I apologize for the shitty writing. I'm not good at writing these types of scenes + my first language it's not english.
Comments and suggestions are appreciated 🫶🏻.
#captain price#john price#john price x reader#cod mw2#task force 141#141 x reader#cod 141#prof price#professor price#price smut
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Cheater
Why?
That's what you continue to ask yourself.
Why did I do it?
You don't have a reason.
Flashback to two weeks ago
You gripped Sebastian's hair as he licked your pussy. You didn't hear the door shut as Tom came home early to surprise you.
"Y/n?" He asked, with tears threatening to fall down his beautiful face.
You push Sebastian off of you as he grabs his shirt and phone and walks out of yours and Tom's shared room.
"Why? Was I not enough?" He asks.
You grab your robe and walk towards him. He backs away as you try to get him to stop.
"I love you, so tell me, was I not enough?" He asks again, harsher than the first time.
"You were, but I was sexually frustrated. You were always away and I was jealous. Your ex was here and she was all over you, and you didn't seem to notice. I was always alone and when I tried to talk to you about it seemed like you didn't want me anymore, you pushed me away, you didn't kiss me anymore. Then I went to set wanting to surprise you, and Sebastian came up behind me, and he caressed my body. I thought it was you because he knew all my weak spots. He never let me look at him, and he fucked me. Then when I saw you, and you didn't know what had happened, I knew what I did was wrong. Thomas, I'm sorry!" You say pleading with him.
"I can't believe you." He says watching Sebastian walk to his car.
"I came home to propose, but not anymore." He says to you.
"Tom I'm sorry please forgive me."
"I don't know if I can. We are over." He says walking out the door, to his car.
"Tom please I'm sorry."
You watched him as he got in his car and he cried. He pulled off, and you shut the door and walked to the couch. You sat down and cried because you knew what you did was wrong but you weren't thinking. You should have told Tom when it first happened. Now you had lost the best thing your life could offer.
Flashback over
You lived by yourself, and Tom had found another girl that treated him much better than you ever did. Elizabeth Olson. She loved him for him and treated him like he deserved.
You had gotten pregnant shortly before, and you knew who's child it was. Tom's, you and Sebastian didn't have vaginal sex. You had tried to contact and tell him, but he would never respond.
~4 years later~
You walked around the store with your four-year-old son, sound to sleep in your arms. You spotted Tom and turned to avoid him, but you ran into his girlfriend.
"Hey y/n, right?" She asked.
"Yeah, that's me." You said bouncing your baby boy in your arms.
"Baby, what is taking so lo-" He stops his sentence halfway through to look at you.
He looked so cute. He had let his hair grow out, and he had a beard. That jacket he wore was the same one he had let you wear when you and he first met. It's awkward at first because even after that day, he walked in on you and Sebastian. You never stopped loving him.
"Hi." He said, watching the little boy sleep in your arms.
"Hey." You said, trying to figure out a way to get out of their way.
It couldn't be more awkward. You Tom's ex, holding his child, his current girlfriend, and then him. Couldn't the ground just swallow you now? Your son started to stir at all the movement.
"Oh my gosh, who is the little cutie pie?" She asks, trying to touch his face, but he won't let her touch him.
"This is Athur, my four-year-old son. Sorry, he doesn't like it when people touch him. He gets that from his dad." You say bouncing him in your arms as he lays his head on your chest still sleepy from being woken up.
"Um... where is his dad?" She asks you.
"He is busy, and I wish that he could just pop in to see his child once or twice." You tell her, trying not to eye Tom when saying that.
"Um... Tom, can I talk to you in private? It's important." You ask him with pleading eyes.
"Why? Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of Liz." He says.
"No, it concerns family matters." You say bouncing Arthur, hoping he would get the hint.
"Fine, Liz, I'll be back," he says as he pulls her towards him and gives her a kiss.
"OK, Tom," she says, pulling away from him.
"What is it?" He asks you as he looks at the child again.
"Tom, he's yours." You mutter under your breath.
"What? When did you find out?" He says in disbelief.
"Two weeks after, yeah, you know. I tried to contact you, work and cell phone wise." You told him.
"I know what I did was wrong, but I called to tell you that Arthur is your son."
"Can I hold him?"
"Yeah, let me just." You put him down and told him his daddy was home.
He turned around and gave Tom the biggest bear hug a child could give to their father.
"He missed you." You say smiling, with tears.
"I wish I would have known, wait, your number should be in my phone."
"What? What do you mean?"
"Can you hold him for a minute?"
"Yeah, sure."
He pulled out his phone and looked for your number, and he saw the text messages.
"Why would Elizabeth do this. She knows how much it means to me to have a child."
"I don't know, but I was hurt when you cussed me over text."
"Come on."
He grabbed your hand and led you to the front.
"Liz, can we talk to you?"
"Um, sure?"
The three of you walked to the back. He pulled out his phone and pulled up the texts.
"Did you do this?"
She looked at the phone and became scared.
"Yes."
"Elizabeth, why did you do that? You knew how much I wanted kids,"
"Because I knew if you found out you would leave me, and I knew you still loved her after she sent that. So I made up those lies about her so I could keep you."
"Elizabeth, we are over. Get out my face." She grabbed her purse and walked out of yours and Tom's sight.
"So you never stopped loving me?" You said with a smirk.
"No, I didn't, and I know you never stopped loving me." He says as he steps closer and holds your chin up.
He kisses you as your son turns his head away from you and Tom. You and Tom pull apart and give him two big wet kisses right on his cheeks.
"I love both of you guys," Tom says as he carries your son towards your car.
"We love you too," you say, smiling.
You put Arthur in the car, Tom pulled you into him with a big wet kiss.
"I know what you did was wrong, and we can't just jump back into this relationship, but I do wish to start over and take this much slower than we did last time." He says to you.
"Okay, I think the same thing, and I'm glad that you are giving me a second chance to prove myself to you and our son." You say giving him a big hug.
"One last question, how old is he?"
You giggle and look at Arthur, "he's four years old."
"I love him already." He says, watching him as he falls back to sleep in the back of the car.
"Watch all the girls are gonna want him, cuz he is yo son." You say slapping his chest, walking around to the drivers' side getting in.
"Really?" Tom asks you as you pull off on the way home, the home you always had.
"Girls and guys will do anything to get to a celebrity." You tell him as he leans over and kisses you one more time before you hit the road and how home.
A home where your husband proposed and your son came out as bisexual. Where your life was restored, how you wanted it to be.
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SEASON 6 EPISODE 2 PERSONAL REVIEW
SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED THE EPISODE. THANK YOU.
oh my gosh, where do i even begin? what an episode i want to SCREAM (also now that i'm re-reading this, i noticed how out of order my thoughts are, please bare with me im freaking out)
firstly, can i just say how we're only two episodes into this season and its been by far my favourite!
i want to just say that this was 100% lizzies episode imo, like she ATE and left no crumbs.
That scene where she and tommy have to meet mosely and his mistress (fucking diana and her "eLizAbETH" stfu) and theyre both standing there dressed to the nines while smoking
"You are beautiful Lizzie, but i need to impress this woman so i will act as though she is beautiful as well"
okay, i used to hate tommy and lizzie as a couple because they felt forced, but they're kind of selling me
like if they dont end up together for real i might just cry
THE POWER THEY HOLD I LOVE THEMMMM
plus tommy's reaction to seeing his babies i-
like mans wouldve jumped out of the moving car to get to them faster if he could HAHA
Polly's voiceovers keep making me want to cry, i miss helen so much and seeing her on screen. she would've owned this season.
WE MISS YOU AUNT POL
tommy at the socialist rally - the way i laughed.
him and his fucking metaphors
plus quoting humpty dumpty, "THE KING... and all of his horses and all of his men" (thomas shelby, who are you?)
finally got some isaiah screentime thoughhh
tommy and laura mckee finally met though so that was something (she's lowkey already annoying)
while i disliked laura, it did give us my girl ada!! like that whole scene *chefs kiss* i love her
ada and tommy standing outside the garrison talking about where they started as kids to where they are now (cue more tommy shelby MP OBE metaphors)
i agree with ada in the sense that she's had to try to pick up the pieces of the family that polly would've been able to put together, but she can't because it's never been her job :"(
"you're looking for trouble big enough to kill you, i think you might've found it." ADA BABY STOP BEING CORRECT ALL THE TIME
anywhore, moving on to my favourite part of the episode!
ALFIE ALFIE ALFIE
he deserves his own section of this rant so enjoy me talking out of my ass about the man i love most (i apologise to my bf if he ever reads this)
firstly, can we all agree that alfie has the best introductions to any scene that he's in?
like i still remember the first time he appeared in s2 and at first i was like "who the fuck is this guy and why is tom hardy playing him?" and now every time i so much as get a hunch that alfie is going to be on the screen my poor boyfriend has to hear me chant "alfie, alfie, yes bring in alfred solomons!" over and over again
at this rate he's probably getting a little sus about how much i love a fictional character
when i heard the opera music, i was thrown off. alfie doesn't exactly have the personality that screams "i listen to opera!"
but then in he strolls talking about "i thought opera was just fat people fucking shouting" and then going on a rant about how it reminds him of italian soldiers crying when he stabbed them
he hasn't lost his touch
tommy doesn't drink, alfie doesnt let people smoke around him
WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO MY GANGSTERS
nah, but of course tommy uses that to his advantage doesn't he? mr shelby and his wicked ways.
tommy lost his aunt and alfie lost his uncle (my babies)
"My OpERa iS CaLLed AmERiCA! AmERica iS my FUckIng MasterPieCE"
go off alfie... i guess
that shot where alfie is sitting under his little lamp and tommy is in the dark opposite him. I JUST WANT TO ANALYSE IT CINEMATICALLY
plus his beard has gone grey :") alfie baby i love you becoming a silver fox
i cant wait to see more of him soon
moving on because i could talk about alfie forever and still have more about the episode to mention
someone please take it easy on arthur. like for real, if anything happens to him i will riot. steven pls give him a happy ending, let him get the help he needs.
lmao also michael one hundred percent thinks gina is going to fuck tommy and i'm here for it. michael needs to sit his ass down with him thinking he can be the one who's going to kill tommy, like ??? boy the only reason you're here, as successful as you are, is because tommy found you and brought you home from your foster family. if anything YOU owe HIM.
tommy's hallucinations OH. MY. GOSH.
that scene felt so real to me too, i audibly gasped when i realised it was all in his head.
not to mention the scene where he's fallen out of the bath after having one and has hurt himself :"( i actually started crying not even going to lie.
HONOURABLE MENTION FOR JOHNNY DOGS AGAIN, that man always manages to make me laugh in high pressure scenes (we love a good comedic relief)
plus he's another character i will riot for if anything happens to him
we finally met so many new characters this episode! especially the infamous "uncle jack" aka jack nelson
(kinda want to punch him in the face for what he wrote in that letter about jewish people, but i'll leave that to tommy when he inevitably kills him)
i just know scenes between jack and tommy are going to be intense
also i want to know who that old man staring at tommy while he gave his speech at the house of commons is??? like he is sus
ALSO STEVEN IF YOU READ THIS FUCK YOU
making us think ruby is going to be okay just to rip our hearts out at the end like that?
like seriously DO NOT KILL RUBY
out of all the shelby's DO NOT CHOOSE THE CHILD?! i will be upset if any of them die, but especially rubes :"(((
"it's the grey man, he's coming for daddy as well"
RUBY PLEASEEEE
tommy is so protective over his baby girl i-
also the ending!!! I cant wait to see my girl esme in the next episode like ahhhhh!!!
"esme shelby-lee"
bring in my angel baby esme!!
This is a long as fuck rant and i know it's out of order (sorry!) i just wrote things as they came to me so i hope it's somewhat understandable!
#peaky blinders season 6#peaky blinders s6#peaky season 6#peaky blinders spoilers#spoilers#season 6#pb s6
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It's another smutty chapter.
Part 14: Desperation
“Quit touchin shit,” he mutters catching you as you try to masturbate. You thought he was sleep.
“Not when it’s mine to touch,” you counter, watching his back and waiting for him to show off. He doesn’t move as minutes pass. “Erik,” you whisper, “You’re not sleep. Why can’t you just let me borrow your tongue? You did it before.”
“Tongue machine broke. Dick machine up,” he mutters.
“NO. I want the tongue,” you reiterate.
“I know,” he says in a smiling voice that irks your soul. He knows his power.. But you're also sticking to yours.
"You can be so childish sometimes," you sigh getting up to take off the lingerie. It feels like such a waste.
“You the one with a puddle between your thighs still tryna control shit, it’s hilarious.”
You were fuming. You’d finally set your nerves aside to ask him for head, something you’d NEVER typically do just for the thickheaded negro to say NO.. Twice! It took you a while to come to an understanding as you stared at the polka-dotted lump beside you in disdain, only mildly embarrassed. You knew exactly what Erik wanted from you. He was playing a game that he expected to win by breaking you down until you relented to his sexual tyranny.
Your nostrils flare as you watch him sleep, his dreadhead smashed into the pillow. Thanks to his forced hydration, you’ve urinated enough times to fill an inflatable raft. Five times, your bladder has woken you and whispered up to your hand to slap fire out of him. The temptation has been great. The sixth time waking has you rushing to the toilet, groggy and irritated. You finally march out from the restroom slapping him on the shoulder and he doesn't stir. You shove him, his big body hardly moving, and he won’t open his eyes. He's that damn stubborn.
It's cool, I’ve got something for you, you nod. If he thinks your last move was bold, oh he'd see bold. Moving into the bathroom for a quick refresh of your nether-regions, you stick a careful finger up there to test it with a quick sniff and a quick taste. You're starting to think maybe you just don’t like the taste or mouth feel of bodily secretions in general. Looking in the mirror, you snatch your scarf off and adjust the PJ shorts and t-shirt you’d changed into after his threat. Although you wanted head, you weren’t ready for all of that extra that he wanted to do to you and you wouldn’t be intimidated into it. Erik's reign of tyranny would not commence.
Yours, however, would be effective immediately.
Watching your face in the bathroom mirror as you cackle soundlessly, mischief in your smile and intention, you turn to step from tile to carpet and pad silently back to the bed noting that Erik has not moved from that same spot that he's been buried in. That wicked smile stretches your face again. You've been a great pain in my ass, Stevens. It's my turn. You push down and kick off your shorts, not having underwear beneath and feeling the air. Suddenly this is all too real and you can feel your nerves kicking in, your heart racing. Whooshing out a calming breath, you blink and steel yourself. The A/C provides a low comforting hum in the background. No movement from Erik yet. Good. When you walk over to peek at his rugged yet youthful profile, still sleeping, you hesitate. The last time you woke him, he choked you on a reflex ingrained from his military days. You could still feel it when you thought about it. What would he do now, bite your clit off? Climbing gently back onto the bed, you throw your leg over his head and lower your pussy onto the side of his face that’s exposed, grinding. Spreading your lips, you make sure that your clit in particular wipes and grinds against his stubbly cheek. It feels good.. and bad at the same time but in the best way.
“Wake up,” you squirm. “Your country breakfast’s ready.” He still won’t move. “Eat it while it’s hot.” It's no later than 6 AM, but you've slept horribly and because of that it's time for him to pay.
He groans and breathes out deeply through his nose. “You got ya pussy on my face, ma?” His sleepy bass is so deep it makes you clench.
“I’ve got your breakfast on your face. Leftovers from last night that you’ve yet to finish. Aren’t you hungry?” Silence. You grind on his beard a bit more and wonder if he’s falling back asleep. Eventually you say ‘fuck it’ deciding to get yourself off using what you can access of his face.
“You nasty,” he mutters.
“And you’re allowing this to happen,” you contest, continuing your quest for an orgasm. His heavy hand collides against your bare ass cheek before gripping and rubbing it.
“Hella bold,” he sighs flipping over onto his back. “Go ‘head ride this tongue then.” His long pink tongue flops out and immediately the feeling amplifies. Now that he’s involved, he’s sucking and licking the right spots and making his tongue stiff for you to grind on and ride while you rock, grinding all over his lips, nose, mustache, and beard. When he snakes his arms around your thighs anchoring you down, you bite your lip containing a moan that threatens to spill. He knows what he's doing. He's got his soft lips clasped tightly on your clit and your mind goes blank, stalling like a frozen video on an old television with static. Suddenly he hums and oh my gosh... the vibrations go through you forcing your bottom lip free.
“Oh my God…”
“Mhm,” he hums, his tongue flicking for an added sensation that makes you leak. His lips suction off repeatedly with suction noises and every time, you feel yourself expand.
“Mmmmhh,” you moan breathing heavily, riding his face hard like it were a small mounted dildo or a stationary massager. “I’m gonna cum,” you gasp and he lifts you up off of his face right before you get there, flipping you onto your back. You can't stop your hips from moving as you stare up in anticipation.
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Erik's dick was hard enough to cut diamonds having been celibate for days. He hadn't even masturbated. She looked down on Y/N's body naked from the waist down. Her pussy was engorged and ready, her sticky nectar wetting her juicy inner thighs. Her eyes showed perfect submission, her chest rising and falling fast like she was in heat. He licked his lips swallowing so not to drool, crawling over top of her body, his hands grabbing hers and pinning them over her head. Her hair still smelled like every good oil and he inhaled the scent deeply, his nose at her neck. She always smelled good, he could count on it. He kissed her right there on the side of her extended neck, biting and sucking her skin softly as she panted softly in his ear, mewling like a kitten, her hips still moving desperately. He had her. As much as she'd protested, he knew it'd end up this way. It always did when he touched her like this. He chuckled, the soft skin of her throat luring him in and calling him back. Sitting up to look her in the eye, he kept a hold on her hands.
"Relax," he whispered watching her dark pupils dilate. "I'm a let you go now. I want you to get up. Get dressed. I'm taking you to breakfast and we're gonna enjoy the day." Instantly she thrashed, like he knew she would. She was pissed. It made him laugh and his head dipped down beside her neck as she shook in her tantrum. She was so mad.
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME," she yelled, her lips balling like someone's mama telling them to put something back in the store. Erik was in hysterics.
"Nah, suffer, because you can't take it when someone does this shit to you. How long have you been telling me no? Hm?" She thrashed again trying to kick her legs, but it was a fruitless effort, she wasn't overpowering him. "Calm the hell down. I asked you a question, we can stay like this all morning. It's gonna suck when you gotta piss again."
"I don't know, a few times," she yelled.
"Tell the truth...," he cautioned, brows high.
"A LOT," she snapped.
"A while... See? You don’t like hearing no either! Being left to take care of your own needs when all your partner gotta do is give in? Annoying ain't it!? You see what the fuck you be putting me through?" She was seething, trying to intimidate him with a baby glare that only made him want to kiss her.. or break her. She didn't know what real malice was. She wasn't taking his words as seriously as she needed to and he was starting to lose his patience. The rougher dom was about to come through.
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You glare at him, thinking of yanking your body again to try to knee him in the balls because he won't let go! Your pussy is still clenching uncontrollably and independant of you and you've finally had enough. All you can really think is, "Fuck you, Erik. Fuck this room. Fuck your motherfuckin house. Fuck your stupid gotdamn rules!"
"I like that dirty ass mouth. You tryna kiss my dick with that mouth?"
"You're such an asshole, I don't know why I bother with your stupid confused ass! You don't even deserve it!" You jump again and he releases you a bit before slamming you down harder, restraining your wrists and and legs with his weight. You think of yelling again but then you see his eyes and your voice leaves.
That deep.. menacing.. ice cold, unpredictable, penetrating stare. All the warmth leaves your body at once replaced with a chill and for a second you wonder who.. or what.. you're actually dealing with. It's that look from that day at your apartment when something strong in you warned you to run. You can't tell if he's angry or detached, but you also can't look away. His mouth approaches your ear and you hold your breath, frozen, your eyes on what you can see of him.
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The sudden fear in her eyes made him check his expression. He had a bad habit of letting himself a little too loose with her. He was seeing her as prey. Hunt, chase, kill.
“I clearly remember telling yo ass these nuts ain’t free. I don’t give a damn how fine you are, you won’t get any nut off me until you beg me and I mean that shit. From the wells of yo mothafuckin soul, I wanna feel the conviction in your voice tingle in my balls.. until I say it’s enough. Then and only then will I give you what you need.. and trust me, sweetheart… You need this shit.”
Her back arched off the bed and he could feel her body tremble, her shoulders harlem shaking under him like she was cold. It came straight from her spine as he put his nose in the crook of her neck. Damn, she was sensitive.
“Don’t move,” he released her wrists to push down on her pubic bone. Her whole pussy was wet and it had spread to her thick and shining inner thighs. He slapped her pussy listening for her light gasp as she twitched before rubbing with his hand up and down the lips, massaging away the sting. “Wet ass pussy and you still playing.” His finger stroked up and down teasing her entrance feeling her clench before slipping inside to feel her. Her mouth opened and her eyelids went half-mast as he watched her dysfunctional pupils stare past him, seeing nothing. The wet, squishy flesh rubbing against his middle finger made his jealous dick twitch in his briefs. It was laying all up on her though his briefs, he knew she could feel it. He slipped in a second finger and it was instantly coated as his fingers pumped back and forth, curling to tap and stimulate her g-spot.
Her chest heaved and she exhaled a loud breath that tangled with a mangled moan, her lip wedged between her teeth. Her dumb ass was still holding back as her ass tried unsuccessfully to rise up from the bed.
---
“You don’t even have a clue,” he sighs, humored by something. You keep your attention on his eyes unsure of what he’ll do next. The seconds feel like minutes as he stares through you as if reading a passage that’s inked onto your very soul. “You a fuckin brat. You know what that is? Hm?” You can feel his fingers stretch you apart and pull out only to push back in, stroking and stimulating your entrance and walls. When his rough thumb rubs over your swollen clit, it’s the sensation you’ve been subconsciously waiting for. That sweet spot. Your brain stalls again, an image stuck on stutter as your eyes roll and your eyelids blink rapidly. He knows exactly what he's doing.
“Look at me,” he orders gripping your jaw when you can't. “I said look at me. Open them pretty eyes.” His grip tightens, his fingers digging into your cheeks smushing them into a fish face that you don't have the energy to focus on. He’s never ceased his motion in your pussy and you just wanna cum. It’s right there, you can feel it close. His grip on your jaw tightens again and you force your eyes open to look up at him fighting the urge to close them.
“There you go focus them eyes on daddy. You gonna be a good girl?”
“Don’t stop. Don't you d-”
“Shut the fuck up, I'm controlling this shit. I control the pace and what we do.” He pulls his fingers out and you pout as they go directly into his mouth, his eyes still on yours. You feel yourself throb, missing the feeling of him already. “BEG. Show me how bad you want that nut.” You bite your lip. “I'm not buying it,” he whispers in a sing-song voice.
“Dude,” you whine, “I've been horny out of my mind since last night, I'm dying! Do that thing you did before with your tongue... Please, please make me cum already,” you moan, with your eyes set on his. You still remember when he edged you in your own room and left you aching for release. “Please finish!”
“We in the same boat and I'm not used to dry spells... You on the right path though. Let that freak loose,” he whispers holding your face in his hands, his thumb lightly brushing your bottom lip.
“You’re turning me the fuck on right now and I’m already soaked.”
“Mm..” He licks his lips giving you flashbacks.
“Please..”
The more you talk, the closer her gets. He has that look again.. but it's contained his time. Not so scary. He's adapting.. to you. You can't help but feel a little proud.
“Grab my dick. Pull it out… What it feel like?”
---
“Lead..” she scoffs, “A velvet bookend.”
“...Why are you like this?” Erik shook his head, humored as her feminine fingers roamed up and down his shaft. He watched her as she bit the inside of her full bottom lip, looking up at him, her almond eyes falling all over his body in admiration as he stood shirtless with his locs free. He made his pecs dance and a fire brightened in her eyes. He could feel desire palpable and radiating from the brown goddess, her hips wide and rounding out into thick brown thighs.. the picture of perfection. She was still touching him in wonder and he caught the spark of an idea in her eyes. What you finna try, little girl?
“Let me suck it, please... Daddy?” That was the keyword. He knew she was smart. “Can I suck it? I wanna suck it so bad.”
Oh word?
“Put it in your mouth.” He was willing to bet money that she didn't know how to suck dick right. Usually, that would be a huge dealbreaker but somehow when it came to her, he always had the patience. He was confident in her ability to master anything she put her mind to. She put the tip in her mouth and sucked.
“Lick the shaft, up and down the sides,” he said watching her tongue flatten and glide up and down. “Spit on it. Make it sloppy. More of that,” he pointed out when she drooled spit onto him. She licked up and down the underside of his dick before returning the head to her mouth.
“If you bite me that's yo ass. Go ahead and suck that dick.” The longer she went, the more into she got, looking up at him through her lashes. “You tryna make daddy buss?” Her head bobbed in an affirmative, her tight lips and soft wet mouth enveloping him in warmth. Drool dripped down his shaft making him feel appreciated.
“Your life’s purpose as of right now is to please daddy as Daddy's lil angel. Convince me that you've given in completely to your role.” He rested his hands behind his back as she incorporated the use of her hands on his base. “You learn fast, baby.” The praise made her go harder. It made the head sloppier as she swirled her head around his head. He could tell she was loving it. “Twist your hands, like a pepper grinder,” he breathed, feeling like that nigga. “Keep sucking it. More, just like that.. yeaah, until I'm completely satisfied… Oh shit..” She was doing it a little too well now.
“You did this before?”
She shook her head no with a proud smile.
“My little genius.. lick them balls. Keep stroking my dick.”
---
You sucked, and licked, and stroked, and drooled as the more you did it, the more you wondered if you were doing it right. Would he ever cum? What was taking so long? He looked like he was enjoying it and you could hear his moans that had you dripping, but still no cum.
“If you think I’m that easily assuaged you must not know daddy like that,” he says suddenly reading your mind. “Surprise, my love,” he chuckles, “This shit stay hard like a jolly rancher. You gotta work harder.” You can feel it thumping in your mouth, his heartbeat. “Mm.. Do you want it down your throat baby? You want that big dick down your little throat?”
“Mhm.. mhm,” you mumble, mouth full.
“Say it. With the dick in your mouth, beg me.”
“Ah awhn ha hi hahee..,” he stares down and you add, “How hi hoat, hahee hees.”
“That’s my big girl.” You don't know how he understood you. “That’s how you ask for this dick. That’s how you get what you want. Tap my leg if you feel like you gonna throw up. We don't do that.” His dick slides back toward your throat. You can feel him pass your tonsils and you grab his thighs pulling him closer. You have no gag reflex. Surprise, nigga.
“SHIT BITCH,” he roars, cackling at the ceiling before he unleashes fire, throatfucking your face. Spit flies from your mouth and you can feel your nose run as his grip stays hard on the back of your head. You still need to breathe. “Look at me... Oooh shit. Eyes watering. I'm taking your fucking soul. Leave it on this dick, you don't need it.” When he pulls out, you pant with a thick line of drool down your chin and runny snot mixed with tears on your top lip. He goes to the bathroom to bring back tissue, wiping your nose and top lip clean. You still have drool galore.
“Spit that back on my dick... Now suck it,” he hisses, “Hands down don’t wipe it. Look at me and tell me what's rule three?”
If you own it it's yours and you'll do whatever the fuck you want with it. You mumble it around his dick as best as you can.
“I've been so damn patient, spoiling you. I ain't do half the shit I could've done to you. You were basically free. Now you don’t have a fuckin choice. I'm taking what's mine. If I hear a wait, stop, or no, I'm fucking you harder. Nod if you understand.” You nod and he pushes you off of his dick lifting you and tossing you back onto the bed before dropping over top of you. Your knees lift and you cover your face as they get pushed back out of the way, your ankles guided over his large shoulders. “Look down. I want you to watch as I fuck you.”
“I- w- LET ME SAY SOMETHING DAMMIT.”
“I don't wanna hear it, I already know! You look at the girls I fuck and you scared I’m a fuck you just like that, all rough and shit. Am I right? You scared I’m a slide this dick a lil too deep in that wet ass pussy.. hit it too good.. flip that switch and trigger something crazy. Newsflash, I already know you a freak.” His smirk is accusatory.
“Look! All I'm saying is.. slamming whatever amount of inches that is,” you point to the slimy monster that was just in your throat, “Into a 4 inch deep cavern is reckless and excessive. You’re a mathematician, Mr. Statistics, do the math on that. I’m not Cierra and my vagina has WALLS. You can’t just run through WALLS and what you won’t do is dog my pussy out. Save that energy for Ms. Bitch or whatever you named her. Ain’t no preparation in the world enough for all that.”
“You telling me how to give dick now? I give good dick on the regular. Yo ass never had it. How you gonna tell me,” he laughs. His dick pushes into you catching you off guard and sits at your pulsing entrance, heavy. “SHIT..,” you both gasp at once. He stalls allowing you to adjust. You can feel him throb as you squeeze, his eyes shut. Then he opens them, renewed anger on his face. “Oh I’m a fuck this pussy up.. Goddammit.. I'm a fuck you how you know deep down you need to be fucked and you gone take the shit like a champ.”
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He went deeper as she slapped and shoved at his chest, arms, and stomach trying to keep him still. He'd already gotten a taste. It was too late. He slid deeper and she groaned, whimpering and whining between heavy breaths. “You finna cry,” he teased lowering his body down onto hers as his hips grinded into hers. “I got you. Go ‘head cry. Cry for daddy.” On cue her tears fell and he licked them as they slid past the outer corners of her eye, down the side of her face. Salt. He bit her quivering bottom lip as she moaned loudly, scratching his back with her nails. She couldn't control her volume, it was up and down, high pitched. "Way-way-wait," she gasped, pushing once she realized her mistake. "NO, WAIT!" His response was to slam his dick into her, over and over... stomach to stomach. She screamed and beat his back and arms with her fists while trying to squirm away. He kissed her neck, whispering in her ear. “Where you think you bout to go? You ain't going nowhere. You gone fuckin hate me. Then you gone love me.” Her nails dug roughly into his flesh and he knew he was bleeding, but it ain't phase him. He bottomed out listening as she whispered every profane word she knew.
"I feel you tryna nut. You think you deserve it?"
"Yess!" That was the only clear thing she said, the rest was unintelligible gibberish but he understood the spirit of it.
"Beg me for that nut," he grinned. He knew he was being aggravating. He planned to let her nut regardless. He was close himself. She begged and he could feel the urgency in her voice. She was so scared he'd pull out and leave her like that. Not this time though. She came hard, wailing, back to back her orgasms came... Her face and her eyes were stuck. He chuckled.
“Fuck.. you, mother..fucker, I hate you,” she cried breathlessly when she could finally talk.. an on and on.
“Your pussy ain't get that message. Listen to her.." The loud smacking in the air made his point. "She say FUCK you, she happy!” She was so wet, he could fill a cup. The loud smacking noise drove him crazy. “Make me wait all this fuckin time. You gone gimme my shit.” He lifted, flipping her over onto her stomach. “Toot that ass up. Spread your knees.”
She went straight to it and he sunk his dick into her pressing into her arch to deepen it.
“Oh you love this dick now,” he smirked, “Annoying ass brat. You know you irk the fuck outta me sometimes? You could've been had this dick, but you like to play. You like to tease a nigga till he grab you by your hair..” He gripped her kinky hair in his fist. “And fucks you till you can't think.. That's what you want?” Her moans were unceasing. He slapped her ass cheek watching it jiggle. "Words."
"Nnnmmmhh... Oh my God.."
"Come nut on this dick then." He fucked her roughly and she when she came yet again, the tears and whimpering returned full force. "Feel good?" Her body shook. He watched her spasm. Yeah, she was feeling good. Now it was his turn to chase a nut.
He fucked her like her name was Cierra and she'd broken ten rules, his hand gripping the back of her neck and her face in the comforter. He fucked her like he'd just lost a friend from a hit that went wrong and didn't have a chance to feel it. All of his anger and frustration and regret went into her pussy until he was sweating buckets and grunting.
She'd stopped moving. He looked down suddenly fearful, his heart skipping a beat.. slowing his stroke down a bit. "Y/N?.. Angel?"
She shuddered, blowing out a tired breath and her ass jumped in a twitch. He sighed in relief as he increased his pace again.
She panted desperately. Say no if you want, he laughed to himself. She couldn't talk.
"I'm a fuckin marry you," he gaped in awe. "I thought yo ass was dead. Hold up," he smirked, hand still dripping the back of her neck. "Daddy finna power up.. yeaah," he chuckled listening to her whimper. "Missed time, my angel... This yo fuckin fault..," he breathed staving off his nut with a grunt. "..Yo fuckin fault."
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Here I am, again on my way to airport to pick up Nicky. Gosh I'm happy to help, but I don't know why I'm so nervous to pick up up today. Whatever the reason, I just know I'm happy to see her even for a brief moment.
The time has come she should be ready, let me give her a call.
"Hey, just wondering where to pick you up" I say holding back excitement trying to sounds cool.
"I just got my bag come pick me up on the east side" she said so cutely.
Gosh why she gotta sounds so heavenly. "On my way" I say. Right when I put my car in drive I get a text from my mom saying she gonna be delayed... GREAT😒.
I drive over to pick Nicky up and she spots me from the crowd of cars. Gosh she's looking pretty. I pop the truck and go help her with we bags. We greet and give one another hugs. Man she's smelling so damn good right now.. geesh J calm down and play it cool.
I break the "bad news" to Nicky as I head over to the rest stop. I start small talk to see how her flight was, but with each word she says, just reminds me how I miss talking to her. She says my name and my mind takes me to the point where she would sing it in the bedroom 🥰.. calm down and cool it J, nothing gonna pop off.
I pull into the parking lot, we are the lone car.
"So we have some time to kill, let's listen to music"
"okay sure Heff" ugh I love and hate when she calls me that.
I sit back and try to say cool but she over there moving around can't stay still.
We lock eyes ever so engaging, she reaches for my beard, oh how I miss that. "Girl stop, hands to yourself" but of course she doesn't and with every touch I get more aroused.
I say to myself man she listen to the beat of the music. The beat plays and I start thinking of my own lyrics
"Oh how I miss my hands on her thighs,
Good good she touching me and it give me a nature high.
Her hands so soft to the touch, her giggle and laugh gives me such a rush"
Mann I don't know how I'ma make it through the night.
"Let's play a game!?" She shouts with excitement
"What kinda game" cautious and curious I ask.
"We gonna play a game of red light green light for touch, you know since you have so many rules over there"friend".
"Nope that's a bad idea, because.. it just is." Immediately she puts her hand on my neck, damn she knows that my spot. "Iight we can play a little bit."
Now we are caressing and groping on each other body parts. Laughing red light but the other sis goes, shouting green light when we know we really like it. At this point I've had enough. I pull back and step outside to get some air..
She exit her to come over to check to see if I'm ok. "Hey I'm sorry if I went to far, come back in the car it's cold."
"Give me a hug first" she does.. now we are pelvis to pelvis. She looks up to me brings her face ever so close to mine, she breathes out loud enough to hear and I feel it on my lips and I rush in for a kias💋. Now we can't go back from here! I open the door to the back seat and with a big old smile Nicky crawls in. Damn that sexy
We're making out slowly and passionately like we used to. My hands with a mind of there own make there way to her sweet spot. The scent of her wetness turns me on so much, I caress on the clit, rub up and down, twirl it around, then back down and slide my middle finger in. Nicky moans a little from there insertion. She bites on my lip and I back on hers. I lay her back against the seat while i spell my name with my finger in her vagina, she moves to take off her hoodie and start to pull up my shirt to take off mine.
Topless in the car now, Nicky removes my hand from down her pants and then take tem off completely.
" Hurry up and take off your, I want to say hi to my friend!" She says in her sweet and sexy tone. I follow her command. But this point in standing hard from all the excitement. She slowly approaches and kisses and licks on the top of my dick, the warmth of her mouth damn near make me cum, but I hold back because I really wanna have some fun. Nicky bobs her head up and down, rub on my balls sends shockwaves though my body, now I know I'm ready to be inside this hotty. I grab hold her her pony tail on the top of her hands and navigate her motion a little while longer on my penis, then pull her head up to kiss on my stomach, then to my chest, now onto my neck until she make it to my lips. I slide to middle of the backseat and grab on her soft body and place her on top of me cowgirl stylr, I look deeply into her eyes mental say " you ready" and with a engaging look back her eyes says "yes".
Nicky grabs onto my penis and direction it to the sweet spot and slowly slides down. 🥴🥰🥰. I'm inside, a place I've love to be, I fit so perfectly. I'm trusting my hips she holding on to me. She throw her head back and she moans real loud "omg yes J, Yes!” I'm kissing on her neck get more excited as she shout my praise, her hands on my back scratchimg of enjoymemt. It's hot and heavy we are enjoying this so much. On the radio out song places "Roses, I walked in the corner with the body screaming dolo" this turns Nicky on so much she pushes me back into the seats, and starts twirking and twirling on my lap with me still deeply inside her.
"Damn I love and miss this song" I whisper in her ear as she sings the lyrics.
We go at it throughout the whole song. I can on image what the car looks like from the outside. Windows are all fogged up, rocking side to side. If anyone was watching they knew it was on and poppin in here.
"Oh Nicky girl is missed this so much" I in between taking breaths and thrusting
"Oh yea J, me too. Oui. Ohh. Yes right there... I'm about took" she cums all over me and I feel the burst of wetness which makes me wanna go faster and deeper, deeper and fast Nicky moans of ever so loud, and now I'ma bout to
Buzz buzz buzz. I snap out of the day dream from my phone ringing. Nicky hand is on in my pants between my zipper. We both looks at my phone to see it's my mom saying she ready for me to pick her up.
"Welp looks like we have to cut out game short" I say jokingly. Zip my pants and start the car
"Hmm until next time then J"
At this point I'm on my way
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Can I put in another one? i invited you on a date on our next visit to hogsmeade, too bad i can’t seem to do anYTHING RIGHT. SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO SPILL HOT BUTTERBEER ALL OVER YOUR LAP, I PROMISE I’M JUST NERVOUS. I can totally see Jane & Maura (rizzles) in this I just can't decide who would be the more nervous one in this.
(I thought this prompt was so cute! And I couldn’t decide for a while either, but I like how it turned out :) ..)
“This was stupid. This was stupid. This was so incredibly stupid.”
Luna Lovegood came up to stand by Maura in front of the mirror. “Are you engaging in conversation with yourself?” she asked, putting on a pair of radish earrings. “I find those can be very productive. Or do you have an invisible friend present?”
“No, Luna, it’s just me. Just me berating myself for my stupidity.”
“I suppose even Ravenclaws are bound to enter a dalliance with stupidity from time to time,” Luna said in her dreamy tone of voice. “What’s troubling you? Did you walk into that nest of nargles by the library?”
“No, today’s the Hogsmeade visit. And I asked Jane Rizzoli to go to Madam Puddifoot’s with me. On a date. I asked her on a date.”
“Oh,” Luna said with a touch of wistfulness. “And she said no but you’re both still going to Hogsmeade and you’re worried it will be awkward so you wished you’d never asked.”
“What? No, she said yes!”
Luna stopped talking to Maura’s reflection and turned to look at her. “She said yes? That doesn’t sound very stupid to me.”
“I’m just…sometimes I feel like I’m not genetically set up for dating,” Maura stammered. “And besides, Jane is so - well, she’s so popular and funny and beautiful, what if she only said yes as a joke?”
Luna considered this. “Well, you may not be very popular but objectively I’d say you can be funny and you’re quite lovely to look at. From what I can tell, Jane is a good person. She’s best friends with Rom Weasley’s brothers, and Ron Weasley is almost a friend of mine, and he’s quite nice most of the time. So if you follow the logic it seems very unlikely that Jane would accept your invitation as a joke.”
Surprisingly the conversation with Luna was encouraging, and Maura left Ravenclaw tower with a bouquet in hand and a spring in her step. She and Jane had agreed to meet by the library, which was approximately halfway between their dormitories. Jane was just late enough to allow Maura’s insecurities to briefly resurface.
“Sorry, sorry I’m late!” she said, jogging up. “I was uh, I was doing some laps with Frost and forgot to account for time to clean myself up so I wouldn’t show up in a sweat.”
(This was a lie - she’d woken up with a huge pimple right between her eyebrows and had spent the better part of an hour trying to rid herself of it, making it worse, and finally taking Frost’s advice to visit Madam Pomfrey. The Healer had a remedy which had worked immediately.)
“I’m glad you made it,” Maura said, smiling brightly. She held out the flowers, trying not to sound as nervous as she felt. “I hope this isn’t too forward - we’ve been covering courtship in Muggle studies, and Professor Burbage said girls often receive flowers on the first date. Is it too much? Should I have asked which kind you like?” Maura asked anxiously. She had enlisted Professor Sprout’s help in choosing some particularly romantic magical flowers, but now worried if that was too impersonal.
Jane grinned. “These are amazing. Nobody’s ever gotten me flowers before, even at home! Um, is it okay if we stop back at the Gryffindor dorm, though, so I can find a vase for them?”
“Actually the purplonium don’t need to be put in water,” Maura said excitedly. “According to Professor Sprout, so long as they’re exposed to sunlight and fertilized with bowtruckle dung every month, they should last you a while! Ah… although you’d probably not want to have to carry those all around Hogsmeade, I understand. Let’s go back to your dormitory, sorry!”
“Don’t apologize!” Jane chuckled as they started to walk. “To be honest, I’m actually really glad you got me these. I mean, not just because I like them but because … well, I was really excited when you asked me out, but then I worried that maybe I’d somehow misinterpreted. I was trying to remember your exact wording, because I was afraid maybe you’d just meant you’d like to hang out as friends, and…” She laughed to cover up her self-consciousness. “Well, now I’m rambling! Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, I think you’re cute! I- I mean I think it’s cute.”
They had just reached the Gryffindor Tower, and Jane teased her, “But you do think I’m cute, right?”
Maura shyly returned the smile. “Yes.”
She then plugged her ears so Jane could safely give the password to The Fat Lady and duck inside Gryffindor tower. Fred and George hooted at her from the fireplace as she raced by with the flowers, and she squirted them with an augmenti charm on her way back.
For nearly the entire walk to Hogsmeade, both girls silently debated whether to try holding the other’s hand. Neither did, because it felt like way too much way too soon. It was cold out anyway, and gloves/mittens weren’t as enticing to hold as bare hands (yet). Jane had to work very hard not to make a face when they arrived at Madame Puddifoot’s: it was exactly the kind of gross, lovey-dovey place that she’d normally avoid at all costs. It looked like an explosion of Hallmark cards. But she wouldn’t ever be so rude as to make any demeaning comments about it when it had been Maura’s choice.
For her part, Maura was mortified as a cheery waitress lead them to their table. She had just chosen to come here when she’d overheard Cho Chang raving about it in the common room - had she known it would be this grossly cute, she never in a Nicholas Flamel lifetime would’ve invited Jane here. Jane was way too cool for a place like this. Hell, SHE was too cool for a place like this, and that was saying something. As soon as they were seated and the hostess walked away, a handful of tiny pink and purple paper hearts fluttered and spontaneously fell on their table.
Several of the hearts got stuck in Jane’s hair and she couldn’t keep it together anymore. “Wow! This place sure has a lot of character!” she laughed, shaking her head to get rid of the paper hearts.
“Oh gosh, it’s awful!” Maura squeaked. “I just heard some girls saying they liked it and usually I’m so thorough with my own research but I was anxious about asking you before I lost my nerve and that was stupid!”
“No, no, it wasn’t stupid,” Jane said earnestly, reaching across the table to take gentle hold of Maura’s gesticulating hands. “And don’t sweat it, this place is f…fine…”
She trailed off when someone dressed as Cupid started walking by tables, asking for requests he could play on his lute.
“Should we go to the Three Broomsticks?” Maura asked, pained by the expression on Jane’s face.
“Oh, God yes,” Jane responded at once, getting immediately to her feet.
Jane’s attitude helped set a tone: she was roaring with laughter but not at Maura, just the place they’d escaped. Rather than feeling embarrassed, this helped Maura feel like she could laugh too, and they entered The Three Broomsticks in high spirits. Maura offered to pick up some drinks for them while Jane got a table.
It was funny how certain things affected people. Maura was sure that the many magical sights in Hogwarts had blown away a Muggle-born like Jane when she first arrived, but there wasn’t much in the school that had similarly impacted a pureblood like Maura. Jane had whooped and hollered every time something new revealed itself, be it a moving staircase, a professor who turned into a cat, or a ghost floating through the dinner table. Nothing had ever really taken away Maura’s breath like that before.
Perhaps there was some irony in the fact that what stopped her in her tracks was something as simple as a girl sitting at a table.
Jane had felt comfortable enough to take off her coat here (as opposed to Madam Puddifoot’s, where she’d stayed bundled despite the hot interior as though her coat was a hazmat suit). She looked so lovely there, unashamedly wearing a very Muggle-y outfit: red and black plaid flannel with dark blue jeans, which Maura instantly declared the most attractive ensemble a person could wear. Jane was pulling her hair back into a ponytail, but missed a long strand that fell back into place by her cheek, grazing one of the deep-set dimples Maura had come to adore so much. She wished she’d brought a camera to capture this image, to be able to revisit it forever.
She’d thought this vision made her stop in her tracks, but instead she’d been walking to the table with the Butterbeers in hand feeling as if she were floating. Suddenly Jane was smiling up at her and she jumped, causing hot Butterbeer to slosh out of the mugs and onto Jane’s pants.
“Merlin’s beard!” Maura cried, setting the drinks down and reaching for a napkin. “I’m so sorry!”
“Whoa!” Jane laughed, reaching for Maura’s wrist when the girl had unthinkingly been about to reach for her crotch with the cloth napkin. “I got it, thanks.”
Maura mutely sat down, the redness of her face rivaling the color of Jane’s scarf. Jane made quick work of the clean-up and took a sip of the Butterbeer, trying to be as casual as possible. When Maura remained stock-still, not touching her drink, Jane had to accept that casualness wouldn’t cut it.
“Um, Maura? Can I ask you something?”
“Yes.”
“You…you seem really nervous.”
“Well, I’d rather you know that than think I purposefully spilled a hot beverage on you.”
“I guess I’m just confused! I mean, you had the guts to ask me out and I said yes like, right away, and before we came here I told you how excited I’d gotten about it. What’s got you so jittery? Is it something I did, or said? Can I do anything?”
Maura shook her head. “No, no, no, it’s not you. It’s me, oh gosh, you must think I’m so pathetic.”
“You’re somethin’ alright,” Jane said, smiling so as to look friendly.
Maura was silent for a few long, painful moments. This really wasn’t the time to get into it all - how she’d been ridiculed and ostracized for much of her life because people didn’t know how to relate to her or she to them. There were all the incidents of people saving seats for friends who never showed up, just so she wouldn’t sit with them; two boys who’d asked her out during third year on dares; Professor Snape who somehow managed to make her feel low despite her high grades in his class. She’d overheard her own father bemoaning the fact that she’d been put it Ravenclaw, worried that it meant her focus was too much on her studies and not enough on other people. Luna Lovegood was her only close friend and Luna was younger and odd, she had no hidden agenda. By sixth year Maura had grown out of her awkward stage and boys had taken notice, but she was not confident (or interested) enough to care. Jane Rizzoli, though, she was irresistible…
Maura came out of her reverie to realize Jane’s look of amusement had turned into one of concern; Maura figured she must look quite somber herself now.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “You’re just so nice. I’m not used to people being so nice to me. It’s second-nature for me to second-guess myself socially; I should really stop that.”
“Hey, I’m here because I want to be here, okay? Here’s a story. Summer after second year, I went home and my brother’s school was having an end-of-year dance. My dad bugged me to go, and he said if any boys asked me to dance, no matter if I wanted to or liked them or not, I had to say yes.”
“Why?” Maura asked, looking startled.
“Because asking someone to dance is intimidating. I’m sure he was rebuffed at a school dance once and it was hard for him and he wanted to prevent me from potentially causing that kind of pain. I thought that was pretty weak though, because he was prioritizing the boys’ comfort over my own. I think about that a lot. I don’t go out of my way to be a jerk, but I’m also not nice just for the sake of being nice. When you asked me out, I didn’t say yes because I wanted to spare your feelings, or whatever. I said yes because I wanted to, because I think you’re cute and you’re smart and I’d like to get to know you better.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really! Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“Wh…what?”
“Eh. It’s a muggle saying; never mind.”
“Can I ask what it is about me that you find interesting?”
Jane answered the question because she knew Maura was honestly curious, she didn’t just want her ego stroked. “You are still the only person I know who sits at full attention in every History of Magic class. Your study sessions have saved me from failing every year! But it’s not like you study because you’re worried about bad grades, it’s like you’re actually into the stuff. And I think that’s so cool!”
“You do?”
“Yeah! I wrote home once complaining about my class work and my brother wrote back that if I could find a way to be bored with magical assignments, the problem was with me, not the work,” she chuckled. “So I appreciate that you don’t take a magical education for granted.”
Maura smiled and finally took a sip of her Butterbeer. “Mm. Do you miss magic when you go home for the summers?”
“Yes and no. There are times it’d come in handy for sure, but I dunno, in a way it’s also nice to remember my roots and it also keeps me from getting too reliant on magic. Practical skills are important too, and I think wizards forget that a lot.”
“Practical skills.”
“Yeah, like…” Jane cast about for ideas, then noticed a couple pieces of heart-shaped confetti from Madam Puddifoot’s that were still in Maura’s hair. “See, I could just take these out with a spell,” she said, leaning across the table to pick them out. She stayed close, whispering, “but I think this is nice.”
She gave Maura a short kiss on the corner of her mouth and sat back down. Maura grinned in return. “Please, be practical with me as much as you want!”
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Cheater
Why?
That's what you continue to ask yourself.
Why did I do it?
You don't have a reason.
Flashback to two weeks ago
You gripped Sebastian's hair as he licked your pussy. You didn't hear the door shut as Tom came home early to surprise you.
"Y/n?" He asked, with tears threatening to fall down his beautiful face.
You push Sebastian off of you as he grabs his shirt and phone and walks out of yours and Tom's shared room.
"Why? Was I not enough?" He asks.
You grab your robe and walk towards him. He backs away as you try to get him to stop.
"I love you, so tell me, was I not enough?" He asks again, harsher than the first time.
"You were, but I was sexually frustrated. You were always away and I was jealous. Your ex was here and she was all over you, and you didn't seem to notice. I was always alone and when I tried to talk to you about it seemed like you didn't want me anymore, you pushed me away, you didn't kiss me anymore. Then I went to set wanting to surprise you, and Sebastian came up behind me, and he caressed my body. I thought it was you because he knew all my weak spots. He never let me look at him, and he fucked me. Then when I saw you, and you didn't know what had happened, I knew what I did was wrong. Thomas, I'm sorry!" You say pleading with him.
"I can't believe you." He says watching Sebastian walk to his car.
"I came home to propose, but not anymore." He says to you.
"Tom I'm sorry please forgive me."
"I don't know if I can. We are over." He says walking out the door, to his car.
"Tom please I'm sorry."
You watched him as he got in his car and he cried. He pulled off, and you shut the door and walked to the couch. You sat down and cried because you knew what you did was wrong but you weren't thinking. You should have told Tom when it first happened. Now you had lost the best thing your life could offer.
Flashback over
You lived by yourself, and Tom had found another girl that treated him much better than you ever did. Elizabeth Olson. She loved him for him and treated him like he deserved.
You had gotten pregnant shortly before, and you knew who's child it was. Tom's, you and Sebastian didn't have vaginal sex. You had tried to contact and tell him, but he would never respond.
~4 years later~
You walked around the store with your four-year-old son, sound to sleep in your arms. You spotted Tom and turned to avoid him, but you ran into his girlfriend.
"Hey y/n, right?" She asked.
"Yeah, that's me." You said bouncing your baby boy in your arms.
"Baby, what is taking so lo-" He stops his sentence halfway through to look at you.
He looked so cute. He had let his hair grow out, and he had a beard. That jacket he wore was the same one he had let you wear when you and he first met. It's awkward at first because even after that day, he walked in on you and Sebastian. You never stopped loving him.
"Hi." He said, watching the little boy sleep in your arms.
"Hey." You said, trying to figure out a way to get out of their way.
It couldn't be more awkward. You Tom's ex, holding his child, his current girlfriend, and then him. Couldn't the ground just swallow you now? Your son started to stir at all the movement.
"Oh my gosh, who is the little cutie pie?" She asks, trying to touch his face, but he won't let her touch him.
"This is Athur, my four-year-old son. Sorry, he doesn't like it when people touch him. He gets that from his dad." You say bouncing him in your arms as he lays his head on your chest still sleepy from being woken up.
"Um... where is his dad?" She asks you.
"He is busy, and I wish that he could just pop in to see his child once or twice." You tell her, trying not to eye Tom when saying that.
"Um... Tom, can I talk to you in private? It's important." You ask him with pleading eyes.
"Why? Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of Liz." He says.
"No, it concerns family matters." You say bouncing Arthur, hoping he would get the hint.
"Fine, Liz, I'll be back," he says as he pulls her towards him and gives her a kiss.
"OK, Tom," she says, pulling away from him.
"What is it?" He asks you as he looks at the child again.
"Tom, he's yours." You mutter under your breath.
"What? When did you find out?" He says in disbelief.
"Two weeks after, yeah, you know. I tried to contact you, work and cell phone wise." You told him.
"I know what I did was wrong, but I called to tell you that Arthur is your son."
"Can I hold him?"
"Yeah, let me just." You put him down and told him his daddy was home.
He turned around and gave Tom the biggest bear hug a child could give to their father.
"He missed you." You say smiling, with tears.
"I wish I would have known, wait, your number should be in my phone."
"What? What do you mean?"
"Can you hold him for a minute?"
"Yeah, sure."
He pulled out his phone and looked for your number, and he saw the text messages.
"Why would Elizabeth do this. She knows how much it means to me to have a child."
"I don't know, but I was hurt when you cussed me over text."
"Come on."
He grabbed your hand and led you to the front.
"Liz, can we talk to you?"
"Um, sure?"
The three of you walked to the back. He pulled out his phone and pulled up the texts.
"Did you do this?"
She looked at the phone and became scared.
"Yes."
"Elizabeth, why did you do that? You knew how much I wanted kids,"
"Because I knew if you found out you would leave me, and I knew you still loved her after she sent that. So I made up those lies about her so I could keep you."
"Elizabeth, we are over. Get out my face." She grabbed her purse and walked out of yours and Tom's sight.
"So you never stopped loving me?" You said with a smirk.
"No, I didn't, and I know you never stopped loving me." He says as he steps closer and holds your chin up.
He kisses you as your son turns his head away from you and Tom. You and Tom pull apart and give him two big wet kisses right on his cheeks.
"I love both of you guys," Tom says as he carries your son towards your car.
"We love you too," you say, smiling.
You put Arthur in the car, Tom pulled you into him with a big wet kiss.
"I know what you did was wrong, and we can't just jump back into this relationship, but I do wish to start over and take this much slower than we did last time." He says to you.
"Okay, I think the same thing, and I'm glad that you are giving me a second chance to prove myself to you and our son." You say giving him a big hug.
"One last question, how old is he?"
You giggle and look at Arthur, "he's four years old."
"I love him already." He says, watching him as he falls back to sleep in the back of the car.
"Watch all the girls are gonna want him, cuz he is yo son." You say slapping his chest, walking around to the drivers' side getting in.
"Really?" Tom asks you as you pull off on the way home, the home you always had.
"Girls and guys will do anything to get to a celebrity." You tell him as he leans over and kisses you one more time before you hit the road and how home.
A home where your husband proposed and your son came out as bisexual. Where your life was restored, how you wanted it to be.
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