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wosowrites · 10 months

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Little Does He Know (Gio Queiroz x Reader)

warnings: homophobia, abusive behaviour. implied smut and light smut

a/n: based off this request here also I know Gio is dating or dated some blonde guy and for the story hes abusive okayyy. also... FAV FIC omg

prompt: in which gio is too scared to come out so she hooks up with the reader behind her boyfriends back and has been doing this for months.

Four months ago you had woken up in your own bed, like every morning. The only difference was that the sheets had fallen off the bed, and there was a naked girl next to you. She was lying other front, the corner of the sheet over her lower body, exposing her back and sides to you. But it wasn't just a girl. It was Gio. Gio who called herself straight, Gio who had a crush on Michael B. Jordan. Gio who had a boyfriend... and Gio who had just had the best sex of her life with you.

That morning, four months ago, you had woken her up by tracing your fingers over the curve in her back, and then down her sides to the exposed part of her breast. She was perfect. Her hair was fanned out over the pillow and her head was turned away from you. You never wanted to leave her, you just wanted to watch her sleep, and rejoice in the fact that she was yours. But she wasn't. She was also her boyfriends, and that just made you mad.

When she woke up, she flipped over onto her back, leaving her body visible for you. You remember inhaling sharply at that sight and then laying your head on her chest.

The rest was history.

Almost every single night after training, Gio was at your apartment. You hooked up, yes, but you also cooked for her, watched shows with her, and teased her by undressing yourself as she was on the phone with her boyfriend, reassuring him that she was just finishing up helping you move things around in your apartment, or some other excuse for not being home with him. Because that wasn't her home anymore. Your apartment was. You were home.

But she had to leave most nights, and the mornings where you woke up without her in your bed were the mornings where you wanted to find David, Gio's boyfriend, and tell him about all the nights with Gio. Tell him about all the things she said to you, all the looks she gave you and all the sounds she made for you. But instead, you put on your kit and went to training, looking forward to brining her back home. To her real home.

Now, four months later, the same scenario had just happened. Gio had lied to David, telling him that she would be spending the night with all of the Arsenal girls for a team bonding activity. But David didn't care. He would be drunk anyways.

Two months into your hookup, you had told Gio to leave Jacob. And she had told you how badly she wanted too but although she wouldn't admit it, he was borderline abusive. Never violent, but emotionally horrific. So you got even more protective. Driving her to and from practices, picking her up from her apartment with David whenever you could and then brining her back on the nights she didn't stay in bed with you till the sunrise. She didn't leave him but she might as well had.

You always woke up before Gio, but today was different. You basked in the May sunshine coming through your window, and when you turned over to put your body on top of the Brazilian, she wasn't there. You stood up quickly, fear of not having her by your side consuming you although you weren't sure why. You slipped on a pink tee shirt of hers over your naked body, not bothering for underwear before rushing out of the bedroom.

You opened the door swiftly, sending it flying against the wall before rushing through the small hallway leading to the main area. "Giovana!" You exhaled, relieved at the sight of her in your kitchen making coffee. "Hola bébé, qué pasa?" she asked, abandoning the coffee she was making and rushing over to you. She placed her hands on your waist and looked into your eyes as though she would find the answer to your panic in your orbs. "You weren't next to me when I woke up. I don't like that," you said, resting your head on her shoulder.

Gio's hands ran up and down your back, keeping you close to her before travelling to your cheeks so she could move your head to let her look at you. "You scared David came and took me in the middle of the night?" she teased, making you blush and smirk. "Would I be pathetic if I said yes," you said to her, pushing a loose wave away from her eye and tucking it behind her ear. You ran the pad of your thumb over her cheekbone as she answered you. "No, you would be adorable, and beautiful, and I would love you even more," she said. "Then leave him, please, I'll protect you I promise," you begged.

Gio rolled her eyes and pulled away from you, walking back into the kitchen and adding cream to your coffee and milk to hers. "Gio hear me out-" you tried to say. "No. I have heard you out. And I want to leave him but... I'm not scared of him okay I'm just-"

"Scared to admit you're gay? Or bi at least?" You cut her off. Gio looked down, clearly feeling guilty. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

You fiddled with your hands as Gio brought you your coffee. "Its okay. I dont care as long as this... as long as you clotheless in my bed never stops." you told the Brazilian. "Good to me," she said, kissing your forehead. "If you wont leave him, at least come back to bed with me for a couple minutes before leaving for training?" you proposed.

Gio bit her teeth together giving you an apologetic look. "Im sorry pretty girl but my training gear is at David's and..." she started explaining but you kissed her to shut her up.

Her lips tasted like coffee, broken rules and the night before. Everything you loved most. "See you at London Colney?" you said. "Yeah, love you," she answered, kissing your lips again quickly. "Love you," you retorted, watching her leave the apartment with her cup of coffee still in hand.

You changed into your training kit, tied your hair into a slicked back low braid and then headed out after making avocado toast. You had texted Gio asking her if she needed a ride but she answered that she didn't. That meant David was brining her, which meant you would be seeing him today.

David knew you didnt like him, he was unaware of why though. Every time he dropped Gio off, or you picked her up, you stared at him roughly until the Brazilian told you to stop by discreetly placing her hand on your lower back or giving you a stern look.

You stepped out of your car and London Coloney before Gio got there, but she didnt take long to show up. As you were about to walk inside, you saw Davids car pull up. He parked in the spot a couple down from yours and then stepped out.

His stupid bleach blonde curly hair.

His stupid tanned skin.

His stupid brain that really thought Gio still was in love with him.

You watched, eyes ice cold as he walked away from the car towards Gio. He didnt even open the door for her. But she kissed him goodbye anyways. And then David saw you. He tauntingly smiled at lifted his hand up in a greeting. You just narrowed your eyes and scowled at him further. He then whispered something to your girl, the girl that had been in your bed mere minutes before and got back in his car.

You watched him drive off as Gio walked towards you. "Leave him be baby," she whispered once he was out of sight. She placed her hands on your waist but your eyes stared fixed at a point past her shoulder. "Look at me, y/n. I want you. No one else," she said once your eyes connected with hers. "I hate it when you kiss him," you told her. "Then wipe his kiss away with yours," she suggested.

So you did, you kissed her right there in the entrance of London Colney.

That night, Gio did not come over. David was brining her out to dinner. So, you sat in your apartment absolutely fuming. You wanted him as far away from Gio as possible. Not because you wanted her to yourself but mostly because you had no trust in him. You wondered if they still slept together as you watched the show on your TV.

But despite the anger, the jealousy... the emotion you found yourself feeling the most vividly was one of fear. If David was bringing her out tonight, was he trying to make amends? And if he did make those amends... would Gio leave. Would she choose him over you?

Thats how you ended up sitting on your couch crying, the simple thought of loosing Gio driving you insane and bringing you to feel the worst things about yourself.

You felt panic wash over you, your heart and breathing heavy, your head cloudy and your emotions running untamed. You tried to calm yourself down but your eyes were already red and puffy. You opened your phone to see a message from Gio.

Gio: dinners done. told David I was going grocery shopping, I'm coming over.

"Fuck," you groaned. It had been sent five minutes ago which meant she was almost here. You rushed to the washroom and splashed water on your face, trying your best to make it seem as though you hadn't spent the last hour bawling your eyes out. What the hell would you tell her if she asked? "Oh yeah I've just been sobbing over the hypothetical scenario ive created in which David gets his act together and you leave me for him."

Yeah, that wouldn't freak her out at all.

But when the doorbell rang, the swelling in your eyes hadn't gone down and your nose was plugged. She would know.

You gathered yourself as best you could and pulled the hood of Gio's black hoodie up, hoping to cover your face somewhat. However the second the door was open, she knew. "Baby... what is it beautiful?" she asked, coming into the apartment and closing the door behind herself. You lost it completely.

Your whole body shook with the tears you were letting out, finally releasing the weight of keeping your relationship a secret out. You hadn't even known the extent of the pain you were carrying.

Your arms were draped around Gios waist and she held you as close as humanly possible. Your body sunk to the floor, and Gio guided you to the floor, going down with you so that you were cuddled up between her legs on the floor. Once your sobbing calmed down, she pulled your hood down and brushed your hair with her fingers. "Please tell me what's wrong, I hate seeing you like this, you're scaring me." Gio said.

You looked at her with wide eyes, your bottom lip trembling. "You're gonna leave me. The second David brings you flowers... or cooks you a meal you're gonna feel guilty and leave me. Because... because hes easier to be with. He's not a good man but no one asks questions when a girl is with a man. And clearly you dont know what your sexuality is which is okay but you are too nice to keep cheating on him. He brought you to dinner tonight and tomorrow he'll buy you a box of chocolates and then I'm gonna be some... some distant mistake or experiment even though I'm the one who's been putting a smile on your face for months.

Gio looked completely taken aback. Although your hookups had been fun, comforting, familiar and all good, she hadn't realized the mental toll it had to be taking on you. She had never felt so guilty.

"I think you're the love of my life y/n. And I'm gonna breakup with David. Because I never want you to feel this way again. Especially not because of me. I never want to be without you baby, and I mean that. But that means were gonna have a dog because I'm not leaving my baby boy behind," Gio said to you, holding your face close to hers, wanting desperately for you to hear her words.

"Really?" You said, looking up at her with hopeful eyes. "Yes. A million times yes."

If only it had been that simple.

Gio spent the night, make up sex had 100 perfect been on the table. She went to the length of telling David your mother has passed and you needed her. He answered with 'whatever'.

She had brought her training gear so you left together for London Colney that morning. On the way back from training you dropped her off at David's apartment. You couldn't even call it hers anymore, she basically lived with you. You didnt kiss her, instead squeezing her upper thigh as a goodbye, teasingly brushing your fingers over her core before removing your hand. "You're funny," she said as she opened the door. You watched her walk into the apartment complex.

You were lucky you had a sixth sense that made you stay parked in front of the building because after five minutes sat in your car, Gio texted you.

Gio: come back please.

You had never moved so quickly. You didnt even lock your car, choosing instead to jump out of it and run towards the building. You opened the door and thanked the man who had been walking out over and over. You took the elevator up to the sixth floor and then rushed to the 609 apartment.

You banged on the door loudly and when you only heard yelling and barking from the apartment you opened the door yourself. Gio was standing in the living room of a much less nice apartment than yours, facing David who was yelling obscenities. Gios dog was barking at David, standing protectively in front of his mother. "No! You’re fucking some fag and you think i’m just gonna let you leave. She’s fucking brainwashed you and- oh there she is. There’s the pretty little dyke," David said.

He was drunk.

Gios head snapped to look at you, her eyes teary and wide. She grabbed a random bag you assume she packed and her dog and started walking towards you.

You saw David lunge for her but you were quick to stand between them. He grabbed your arm instead of her shit and suddenly Gio was at the door and you were where Gio had been. You started speaking to him, changing your lingo for it to be understood by a man. "Listen dude. She doesn’t want beef she just wants to end it," you started saying. "Nah fuck that. She came in here like nothing was wrong. I saw you two sluts kissing at the training center and then my friend saw you guys again in front of your apparement," he said, talking directly to you and getting closer. But you didn’t back away, you just stared at him. "What do you want me to say buddy? Sorry I can please your girlfriend- mhm… sorry ex-girlfriend more than you can I think that’s more of a you problem than a me problem."

Maybe you shouldn’t have said that because you felt his fist collide with your face.

You spat blood on his floor before giving him the finger. "Leave right fucking now," he growled. "Or I swear you’ll be crying on the floor," he threatened.

You raised your hands in mock submission before turning your back to him and ushering Gio out the door. Your heart was pounding and clearly Gio looked terrified. "He’s never done that before I swear. I’m so sorry baby are you okay?" she asked you once you got the the elevator. She put the dog on the floor and put her finger on your lip, wiping away some blood. "I’m fine pretty girl. Are you?" you asked her as you walked into the lift. "I feel free. And it’s all thanks to you," she said, kissing your cheek and then putting her head on your shoulder. Her right arm was wrapped around your waist and the left was holding the lead. "What’s in the bag?" you asked her, lifting her bag you had taken for her to show it to your girl. "Essentials. Let’s just say i’ve thought about running away from him and leaving to you a couple times before," she said.

That night, you let Gio get settled in for good. She put on a big shirt and small shorts along with her hair in a bun. Although there were hookups every week, it was the first time she had gotten settled at your apparement. But you had every intention of taking off the clothes she had just put on.

"Okay so I ordered sushi and I thought we could watch a movie or something?" Gio suggested once you walked into the room. "Mhm... yeah we could do that," you said, smirking at her. You made your way behind her and wrapped your arms around her waist, rocking back and forth and enjoying the feeling of her body pressed up against yours. "You horny little shit," she laughed as you started gently grinding your hips onto her.

But she wasn't complaining. She flipped herself around so that she could kiss you. You fought for dominance, ending up the winner as your tongue roamed her mouth. Her hands slipped under your shirt and then pulled it off. You had done most of the work for her, having taken off your bra earlier in the evening. Gio gently got down on her knees and pulled down your sweatpants and then your underwear, leaving you completely exposed while she was still clothed.

"Hey unfair, take your clothes off," you pouted. "I like seeing you like this, it makes me feel... in control," she said, looking up at you through the valley of your breasts. Your breath hitched at her words and before you knew it she had you sat on the counter, her face between your legs and her hands pushing down on your thighs.

That kind of happiness, pleasure and safety was just something a guy could never offer Gio. But you could, and she was all yours now.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #arsenal fcw #gio queiroz

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jerzwriter · 1 year

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Kaycee, Ethan and The Gang are at Donahue’s having a fun night out. Suddenly the “Celebrity pass” topic comes out. Your pairing is asked who theirs is… Would they respond there? Would they dismiss the question only to talk about it in private? Who would they choose? Since I know every couple is different…Would they jokingly agree to have a Celebrity pass (not that any of them would actually do anything) or would the feel uncomfortable even having that conversation? / Same for T&C

NONNY! How much I love this question... you have no idea!!!!

I kind of want to write fics for this... or at least HC's, since time is limited and I have a lot to write... but this could be soooo much fun.

But let me answer your questions for now.

Would they respond there?

E/K: Yes. Ethan might be a little put-off, unless he had a glass or two of Scotch (and he always has a glass or two) - so he'd be fine lol

T/C: They probably started the conversation.

Who would they choose?

Ethan: I HC that he has a mad crush on Shakira, so she's definitely on the list. I also believe he is a Kate Upton fan, and we've discussed his crush on Rachel (Jennifer Aniston) on Friends, so they'll be included too. I say he'd round that off with Halle Berry and Eliza Gonzalez.

Kaycee: I've always HC'd that Kaycee had a crush on Jesse Williams, which ticks Ethan off because he says he looks like Tobias, but Kaycee says Ethan is crazy. lol So he's on the list. Her other biggest crushes are Andrew Garfield, Grace Holley, Harry Styles, and Zendaya. (I want to go to that party.)

Tobias: The man has it bad for Sofia Vergara. She's at the top of the list. He and Ethan both lusted over Shakira back in med school (and had a bet about who she'd be more interested in.) So she's on it. He's also including his first crush ever, Sanna Lathan, and he's rounding out his list with Jessica Chastain and Jessica Alba.

Casey: Now I have two things, in HC she has a mad crush on Gandy and doesn't get why everyone says he looks like Ethan, and in DTI, she has a mad crush on Dr. Avery but insists he doesn't look like Tobias. lol So we're going to put David Gandy and Jesse Williams on her list! Also on her list? Natalie Portman, Jessica Chastain and Michael B. Jordan.

Tobias gets VERY excited that Jessica Chastain is on both their lists... and he may make a suggestion or two... 😂😂

In reality, none of them would do anything even if afforded the opportunity... but it makes for some fun banter (and in T/C's case, some fun roleplay! 😂😂😂)

Thanks for the ask!

#ethan ramsey #ethan x kaycee #tobias carrick #tobias x casey #the list #asks answered

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herbrattypsht · 9 months

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Can you do Erik with shy bratty gf or him babying her and being lovey dovey just because she an adorable shy glasses wearing girl ????

A/N:Yes omg i love this idea, also sorry it took me so long to see this😭🤎

His Blind Queen

TW: cussing

You stepped out your shared, putting on your pink silk robe and white fur slides, walking or well stumbling into you and Erik’s shared bedroom.

“Where are my damn glasses!” you yelled out of frustration, seeing ass they were not on the sink where you left them.”Erik!”

After a few moments, Erik appears, you can barely see him thought due to your impaired vision. You stood there with a scowl, arms folded and lip’s pouting.

“Hey mamas what’s up? You done with your shower I see” you can tell he’s trying to not laugh at something which wasn’t helping you in any way.

“Give me my damn glasses boy I know you got em!” You said loudly, sitting down on the bed still upset.”I can’t stand yo dumbass sometimes” you mumble.

“First off loose the that base in your voice and that attitude girl, secondly you can get them glasses back when you say please” he said in a soft but stern voice, grabbing your face to make you look at him.

“Can I please have my damn glasses back” you mumbled, your voice barely a whisper.

“Nuh uh, speak loud mamas, us that tone you was just usin”he said blankly.

“Can I please have my damn glasses back!” You shouted.

You see Erik leave then a few minutes later he comes back, with your glasses in hand as he steps forward to hand them to you.

Seeing as you were still irritated, you snatched them from him and out them on, as you started to apply your body lotion and other skin care.

“Snatch from me again and imma snatch that attitude out you girl” he said loudly, applying a hard smack to your ass as you stood up.

A/N: idk if I like this

#fan fic #marvel fics #erik killmonger #killmonger x black!reader #killmonger x reader #marvel #black panther #michael b jordan #erik stevens #black reader #chubby reader #thick reader #erik stevens x reader #killmonger x black reader

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heykillmongerluhme · 5 years

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G H O S T: Onto Me

I N S P O: Haunted x Beyoncé (Listen to if you want to height experience); Also the whole BEYONCÉ album just for a different feel

N O T E: Soo, this is my first Erik Stevens installation and I will probably do many more. I love to write, just period. This is short, it may end up to be something more, I really don’t know. I am just following my Muse Juice lol. Comments, Feedbacks, and any other things please give me! I appreciate it all. Please, enjoy.

W A R N: I am an adult and everything is 21+. I write angst, fluff, and smut. I will try everything to be as real as possible. If there are any deep triggers, it will be stated after this disclaimer. Some chapters may have lyrics, others may not. It will all depend on the chapter.

T R I G G E R: Alcohol; Anxiety

W O R D: 3.1k

G H O S T: Onto Me

I'm climbing up the walls 'cause all the shit I hear is boring. All the shit I do is boring.

“Do you trust me?” the warm breath brushed on her exposed stomach.

Flat in its natural state, it churned to anything but. Soft, rhythmic breathing filled her bedroom as she watched the figure beneath her. Her eyes must have been filled with dark lust because the only thing that she felt was the heaviness on her bottom half. Only a silhouette in her view. She wanted to moan their name but she was interrupted by a sting from a bite.

“Ow..” Soliyah giggled softly, eyes fluttered down to the dominating figure that drove her up the wall. The question still not answered by Soliyah was the reason for her punishment of the love bite against her belly.

“I asked, do you trust me?” the figure questioned along her stomach with a short growl intertwining with their words. Trust receiving the lowest octave. Soliyah’s eyes finally flutter open, but slightly. Her eyes landed on what seemed to be an amber-like hue pair back at her. Breathlessly, she nodded.

“Say it” the eyes growled back to her, consuming her body in their hands. Lips planted on her stomach, hands trailing to her love spot.

Her bottom falling limply as she cried out “I trust..you⎼”

EGH!EGH!EGH!EGH!EGH!

“Hmm..” Soliyah whined as her face plastered in her ivory and periwinkle Egyptian Cotton bedsheet. She wasn’t frustrated because she had to go to her dead-end job, but because this was the 2nd time that she has had that exact dream. It would always stop right there, though. She could never see who the mystery figure who had invaded her dreams for the past 3 weeks. Soli did attend a bachelorette party around that same time, but she couldn’t be that deprived could she? Her brown slit of eyes watched as her iPhone clock changed from 6:55 AM to 6:56 AM. Planning for her day ahead she managed to swing her relaxed thighs from under the covers.

Soliyah was always curious as to why that quote-on quote wet dream, felt more like a real-life simulation. She made a note to herself that only two glasses of wine should suffice for her daily nightcaps after work. The 27-year-old, Soliyah Burnett was fortunate enough to become an adjunct professor for Charles R. Drew University of Medicine and Science. She was looking forward to a promotion to become a permanent professor. Also, she is waiting to be placed with a hospital for her residency.

She did not always want to be a doctor, it sort of just became her destiny. Soli, as everyone would call her, always knew that her job was always going to be to heal people. Though she would like to become a permanent professor, she wanted to be a doctor more. Her thoughts of her future - the one she would have daily - clouded her mind before she became alerted of a Facetime call from her long-time friend, Nala. Yes, like The Lion King. Let’s just say, moms was obsessed. She flicked the excess water from her fingers from the sink, sliding the call waiting to the right.

“Yuurp” she bellowed through brushed gums.

“Ew, girl answer the phone like a regular person” a wrinkle formed over Nala’s nose as a goofy glance of disdain fell. “Good Morning!!” her words changed to her frequently up-so-happy attitude.

“You are too loud this morning, I don’t be gettin’ it” Soli mumbled before spitting out the froth of the minty toothpaste into the sink of running water. It was true, Nala was definitely a morning person and it didn’t help that they worked at the same place. Matter of fact, Nala put in a good word for her, seeing as though that she is on the Board of Directors at the school.

“How can you not be up in the morning? When you have your own practice, and you will” she affirmed to her always doubting friend “You gon’ have to be gettin’ that ass up around, like, 4:00 AM at least”

Her eyebrows raised as the echo of the ridiculous time ranged in Soli apartment bathroom. “L-O-L” she actually spelled out, she was corny like that sometimes. “You are funny, I’ma see how I can finesse that to be ‘Nah’”.

With her laidback slur that ran from her bewitching face, one would be confused. A delicate woman that looks like she, but had the heart and brute strength of confident language. You would not know that she was a professor to over 400 students - not simultaneously - and may obtain her residency at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles. Everything was going to be set.

x x

“Tonight’s the big night!” Nala cheered through the speakers of Soliyah’s Onyx 2018 BMW 6 Series Gran Turismo. She let out a sigh that was becoming well needed by the hour. Tonight she was going to find out where she was going to be placed. It was Sinai or nothing else, it was going to be that.

“Yeees, I am so nervous” she confessed to her best friend. They were those type of friends, talked on the way to work and at work and on the way home. They practically grew up attached at the umbilical cord. Unbeknownst to the mothers, they delivered them both at the hospital a day apart and turned out to be new neighbors to one another, as both families were of newlyweds. Small world would be an understatement. Soliyah never questioned the universe and its decisions, but she always was thankful.

“Don’t be, after work we are going out to find out this information. Cannot have the repeat of acceptance of Doctrine night, mm mm” Nala’s head shook as if Soli could see before they both let out a peal of uniformed laughter.

Her eyes focusing in on her designated parking spot as her lip tucked beneath her teeth, she parked in her spot. “I’ma see you inside” she confirmed with her waiting friend as they said their ‘Okay’s’ before hanging up. Soliyah opened up her front face camera on her phone to do any last-minute checks of her appearance before facing the day. She fluffed her blowout before feeling a heavy, energy-sucking feeling from behind. She definitely felt eyes on her, snapping her head back around to her backseat she looked for what could be a perpetrator. Adrenaline running down quickly as she saw nothing, she snorted at herself for even thinking that anyone would be able to get into the back of her car without notice.

Shaking off the level of spook that she felt, Soli, retrieve her well needed essentially for this 8:00 AM Tuesday morning. Laptop, Tea, Phone, and Lesson Plans. The list is checked off, she made her way up the walkway as some students she was familiar with gave small greetings. A hard tingle went over her ass running up her back. There it was again and this time goosebumps decorated the nape of her neck. Trying, now, not to look paranoid she turned around quickly, but not to alert anyone as she looked for any person who may look strange or who is just having a hard time not staring at her ass. Again, she saw nothing out of the ordinary.

x x

“Okay, you gave me two old historical natural medicines that have helped the human race. Does anyone know of the other?” Soli’s eyes danced across the confused students' faces. She wasn’t disappointed that they didn’t know the answer, quite frankly she was surprised that the class was able to muster up two answers. This class was a drag to the student, imagine how Soli felt teaching and trying to make it fun. Her eyes scanned against the auditorium filled the room as she saw a hand from the way in the back raise. She couldn’t see their face but the gleam of what seemed to be their gold watch shone like an SOS light enough for her to see.

“Yes?” she inquired while calling on them, some eyes turning, some eyes focused on Ms. Soli as the students like to call her.

“Marijuana” the student answered truthfully as the class erupted into laughter. Some ‘Oo’s’ and name-calling rounded up the room. Soli laughed at the reaction of the students, knowing that the joke was on them. Hearing the fade of the class settling down, Soli projected “He is not completely off, it was not specifically Marijuana but the chemical named ‘CBD’ aka Cannabidiol. So, thank you for that”

“What about Vibranium? That’s been around for thousands of years and it’s mined naturally, IN Africa? We don’t talk about that” a female’s voice crowded the room as others asked confused about what Vibranium and its purpose. Others agreed with the protesting young woman. Soli had minimal knowledge to other forms of resources other than Western ones, she sort of felt like an airhead for the brief moment. However, she was never the type of person to say she knows something when that is furthest from the truth.

“Honestly, Chey, I have no clue. They don’t have it in the curriculum and that sucks.” Soli's throat began to create a dry patch as she spoke in her truth, something she often did in front of her students “Myself included, I do not know too much about the resource and its effects. I would love to become educated by anyone who has the information, privately, of course, can’t be disrupting my class” laughter erupted through the class before quieting down just as quickly the wave came

“But” she continued “I will try my best for us to incorporate more history of us and our people and their contribution to medicine more often. Please bring in your information”

“Aye! You a real one, Ms. Soli” one her comedic students bellowed out in the classroom and others agreed with their laughter.

“Don’t gas me” she laughed along with the student, looking to the clock seeing that the class still had 20 minutes worth of lecture left. “Aight, aight settle down. Now, what is the purpose of each of the three medicines?” her commanded attention on the class reigned as hands shot up waiting to be chosen.

x x

“Soliyah! Hurry up before all the good seats are gone!” Nala squeaked in the low-breeze of the California wind.

“Waddaminute child!” Soli beckoned back as she ran across the semi-busy street from her parallel parked car. “Tryna get me smooshed out here” she breathed out a chuckle, half from catching her breath and the other half from being caught off guard from the wind that hit her. “Come on” she shooed her friend inside to the lounge.

This was definitely Soliyah’s kind of scene. Quaint but enough individuals in the vicinity to capture a story or two. The lights dim and powdered like as the hue of black and brown furniture decorated the place. Sounds of the long loc’d fellow, spit out his spoken word through the worn brown leather book. She smiled to herself and to Nala as her best friend truly knew her. If she was to find out if she got into Sinai or not, she would have wanted to celebrate (or wallow) in a place like this.

Once they found their seats, the night started to drift on pretty quickly. However, to Soli, it seemed that every millisecond within the 60 seconds was dragging. She wanted to rip the band-aid off but she couldn’t find the strength to even peek at her phone.

“I’m going to do it for you if you don’t open up that damn phone” a tortilla chip bounced in Nala’s open mouth as she spoke once more, picking up another chip “It’s way past 6 o’clock, they have sent it. You got into Sinai and we are going to turn up. So, let’s get it!”

Half wanting to kick her under the table and half wanted to thank her for getting her out her thoughts, she picked up her phone slowly off the table and waited for the Face ID to recognize her. Her trembling thumb danced to her email icon, keeping breath in she searched through pointless emails only looking for the one that stated “Congratulations! You have been Placed!”.

Behold as she manifests it, there the subject was staring at her. This was it, her residency at one of the most popular hospitals in this area was all she wanted once she started her program at UCLA. Pressing the button, she read the letter stating her congratulations but a frown quickly found her lips as she read what could be some of the grammatical error. Or Los Angeles and Oakland look a lot alike in the dictionary.

“What does it say? What’s it say?!” Nala eagerness broke Soli from her dumbfounded look. If anyone told her that her face could stay like that if she made it, she would just keep it for the rest of her life. Not speaking quick enough, Nala snatched the phone sighing out, rolled eyes to follow at her apprehensive best friend. Soliyah looked up her almond-colored friend as she read through the email with a wide-spread smile then just like clockwork, down to frown.

“Oakland?” she questioned

“Oakland,” Soli answered, unenthusiastically to add.

“I mean...at least you got placed?” her friends' natural switch to optimism charged up but Soli sour mood climbed it down with a single look.

x x

“An-nd you want to know what else?” Soliyah was completed drained at this point, three shots of Henny in and a Long Island. It was almost time for her to go home. Soli was not much of hard liquor drinker but she felt that need for the occasion.

“Listenn..” an internal burp bumped into her chest as her glossy brown orbs watched Nala. Nala had stopped a drink and a half ago, knowing that her friend needed this moment. “It’s not that I don’t like Oakland, my fuckin’ family is from there!” her volume raising an octave causing Nala’s eyes to fly open after they sleezed overhearing the story of how she put herself through all schools, she made it out of her neighborhood, and being the youngest to do what she is doing in her social and work circle.

“It’s just that I l-left” she pointed to the right indication moving forward “so that I don’t have to go back” her fingers fling opposite direction almost spilling her drink “until I had my own practice, learning fromm these wealthy ass people over here! Infiltrate and then invest in our community!” Soli began to channel her inner Chey.

“Alright, Angela Davis, I think that we had enough for the night. So much for no repeats” Nala said more to herself but Soli caught the joke and bellowed out a burst of laughter, though it was a bit more extra needed than the statement.

“I will be right back” Nala got the idea of grabbing napkins and speaking to the bartender about having plastic bags and water, they were going to need it. But, before Nala could depart from Soli, like lightening her left fingertips wrapped around her medium wrist “Waait, no no, don’t go. I’ve been feeling like some has been watching me like just been watching me” she repeated to her friend before the fear didn’t resonate with her but with liquor being her catalyst. The real emotions were surfacing.

Nala’s eyebrows knitted together watching her frantic friend, watching as her face is flushing colors of red and green indicating that they needed to go home right away. So, to oblige and get out of there quicker, she nodded in hopes to have Soli follow “Okay, baby, and if he comes around here we gon’ fuck ‘em up okay?” her mother like tone soothed Soliyah at best for right now.

“Okay,” she mimicked before sitting back and watch her friend disappear into what was the growing crowd. Her eyes scanned the bar as she tried her best to maintain her composure in this public establishment. She definitely went over her limit and was using a sick day the next day, it was needed. She felt that feeling again. Someone was watching her and she was trying to raise up to notice the creep but only did it with her eyes. Peeking through her small fingers, her eyes lashed tickled inside her palms searching for whatever stranger was staring at her.

Then, an instant lock or connect had formed. Sober or intoxicated, Soli had never felt another like it before. It was like when you knew that you were in the right place, at the right time, with the right person. Eager now, her eyes shot up to now catch this culprit she has been playing with what felt like all day.

Maybe it’s all in my head? She thought foolishly to herself, she knew someone was watching her. The next 3 seconds felt like a lifetime as in the search for what she thought the culprit would look like, her eyes passed a stranger that her brain made sure to mentally to take a snapshot of. The figure stood still by himself with the crowd around him, eyes set on Soliyah and only her. The familiar amber-hue she sought after the first dream came into view. Her body froze but the heart was hot as the California week with no rain or sign of a cloud. Mind you, this was all in a matter of 3 seconds.

She thought of how when you look around and other people look around too, you catch each other’s gaze. This shit wasn’t like that for real, it was like the figure was waiting for her eyes to meet his. Sobered up slightly, scared to scanned her 180 degrees way back, she did it despite the fear of the man still staring at her. Remember, this was a matter of 3 seconds of how long their eyes met. Disappointed that the figure that once stood out to her in the crowd was now gone.

“What’s wrong with you?’ Nala appeared looking in the direction that Soliyah had her eyes set on before looking to her. Soli didn’t notice the apparent frown that crowded her face as she stared that the very spot sacred like he was going to magically appear back.

Eyes drawing from the spot, she faced her friend “Nothing, I think it is time for me to go” the rummage in her stomach signaling on cue.

“Ya think?” Nala laughed as she grabbed her drunken friend, leading her to her car, being the designated driver for the there 5-minute ride home.

x x x

I hope you guys like this! Sorry if this was so slow but I really just wanted to set the scene and the tone for you guys! I hope that this story can go far, I may want to be short but it’s really long. Idk, just going to keep writing. Cause the ideas chile! But anyways, please read and review! I would love it!

- KD

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decisionsmbj · 5 years

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Chapter 25: Till I Stop Breathing

“Nyla! Baby, please listen to me! I don’t know what the fuck she’s talking about! Baby! Please, just stop for a second and listen to me!” Kari yelled after her.

“Fuck man! If I lose my family behind this stalker messy shit, I’m killin’’ everybody!” He said to himself.

Nyla tried to close the bedroom door before Kari could follow behind her, but it was no use since she still had Amiyah in her arms.

“She just sucked you off, right? That’s the story you’re sticking to? Huh! I have you every opportunity to tell me the truth. EVERY OPPORTUNITY! How could you do this to me? To us!” Nyla snapped at him with tears in her eyes.

She didn’t want to hear anything he had to say and just needed some space. She was so confused as to what to do. From Kim showing up at the baby shower to catching him and her in his office kissing and now this. Nyla didn’t know what to do.

“I need to get outta here! I can’t even look at you right now!” She tells him as she heads to their closet.

Kari walked in after her.

“Where you think you going with my daughter? You not going anywhere with her so chill that shit out! I get that your mad but I did tell you the truth! I don’t know what the fuck that girl is talking about! Ny baby, you gotta believe me! I’ve haven’t slept with another person since we been together, I put that on Amiyah!” He pleads as he watched his fiancé throw clothes into a suitcase.

Nyla stopped what she was doing when she heard him say their daughter’s name. She turned around and looked at him as tears fell down her cheeks one after another.

“Baby, I swear to you I didn’t sleep with that girl!” He tells her as he wiped her tears away. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I’m gonna find out. Stay here, okay. I’ll go chill at Mila’s to give you a minute. I don’t want you out here with Miy. You mad and I get that..I would be too so I’ll give you some space. Just promise me that you won’t leave?” Kari asked.

“I promise I won’t leave and not tell you where I am.” She answered.

Kari just stared at her for a moment before he pulled her clothes out of the suitcase and walked over to where Nyla was sitting on the bed. She was still crying silently when he sat down next to her. He took Amiyah out of Ny’s arms and held her close to his chest.

“Why is this happening to us?” She asked.

“I dunno, baby. Just gimme a few, okay. I’m gonna get to the bottom of it. I promise you!” He said as he kissed her on the side of her head before doing the same to Amiyah.

He gave her back to Nyla and stood up so he could walk out of the room. Nyla just sat and cried. She didn’t know what to do. Should she stay or leave? Give up or fight for her family? Whatever she decided to do, she needed to have a clear head and with Kari being gone, she would have time to do just that.

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Kari drove to his sister’s condo. He was still thrown off by what had happened earlier. He had a feeling he knew who was behind all of the drama but he didn’t have any solid evidence at this point, an only mere coincidence. He knew if anyone could help him get to the bottom of what was going on.

When he got to Mila’s door, he used his key to open it walked in. His sister had her stereo on so he yelled out to her that he was there since she was upstairs.

“Hey. What you doing here? You should be home with my baby!” Mila said as she walked over to hug her younger brother.

Kari gave her a look that she knew all too well.

“What happened now?” Mila asked.

Kari looked at her and shook his head as he sat down on the couch.

“Sis, I’m about to catch a case! Someone is fuckin’ with me and Ny..like they trying to break us up!” He said as he put his head in his hands. “I fucked up a while ago when I went out with the homies and ended up gettin’ head from this chic from the club..”

Mila hits Kari upside the head. “What the fuck is wrong with you! You trying to ruin your relationship? Nyla didn’t deserve that and you know it!” Mila told him.

“I know she didn’t and I confessed and told her the truth but now the same chic just popped up at the house talkin’ about she pregnant with my kid and that’s a Gotdamn lie!” He said.

“Just popped up out of the blue? That doesn’t make any sense! Where did you meet her?” Mila asked.

“At this club downtown months ago!” He answered.

Mila looked straight ahead. “You mean the chic in the pictures that were on Instagram?” Mila asked.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! That chic! I ain’t never slept with this woman in my life!” Kari tells her.

Mila grabs her phone from the coffee table and pulls up her Liked list to find the photo. “This the chic you talking about?”

Kari looks at the photo and nods his head. “Fuck yeah that’s her ass! I don’t know what the fuck she on but she ‘bout to get fucked up!”

“That’s Sinnea..I just saw her like a week ago at Max’s drunk off her ass with Kim! Her and Kim are like best friends! She damn sure as hell ain’t pregnant! You sure it was her?” Mila asked again.

“YES! That was her! She showed up at my fuckin’ house today on some bullshit!” Kari snapped.

“Lil’ bro, go home and be with Nyla and Amiyah...I’ll handle this! Kim is behind this shit and she about to see me!” Mila said.

“Nah, sis! I got this!” Kari said as he stood up to leave.

He was going to handle his ex if it was the last thing he did!

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When Kari pulled into the driveway, he sat for a moment and said a small prayer that Nyla was still in the house. He didn’t see her Levante in her spot which meant she could have left or pulled it into the garage. He was a nervous wreck. As he took a deep breath, he got out of the car and headed to the front door. As soon as he got close, he smelled the familiar smell of food being cooked and he smiled. He knew his fiancé was still home and hasn’t left.

“Nyla? Baby, where you at?” He called out but didn’t get an answer.

He walked through the house towards the kitchen and saw her standing outside on their deck with the grill open. “Baby, c’mere so I can talk to you.”

“I already know. I just hung up with Mila. I just want you to know, when I see her it’s in sight! The nerve of this psycho bitch to think this is cool! I should have known something was up when she popped up in the bathroom at our baby shower!” Nyla said.

Kari looked at her with a twisted face. “What you mean popped up at the baby shower? You never told me she was there! What happened?” He asked getting angry.

“I was going to tell you but when I got outside, she wasn’t there. By the time we left, my mind really was on other things. I didn’t think anything more of it until I saw her in your office. I’m still pissed about that kiss! Now with her so-called best friend trying to pull a stunt, I’m going to beat her ass!” Nyla said as she walked back into the house to check on Amiyah.

Kari grabbed her and pulled her into him. “No! I don’t need you out here getting into any shit. You just had our daughter and you’re still healing from major surgery. I got this. You just be here and take care of Miy.” Kari told her.

“No way am I not going to be involved with checking this crazy woman!” She told him.

Kari kissed Nyla’s forehead. “Alright, fine. You can help me check her but if shit starts going left, you sitting your ass down!” he told her.

Nyla asked Kari to go check the steaks that she had just put on the grill for their dinner. She went to check on Amiyah and to grab her baby monitor to bring into the kitchen as she plated their food. She knew in her heart that Kari would never do anything to hurt her and when Mila called her, that confirmed it. She loved her man and with all of the extra drama starting to surround them because of a jealous ex, she wanted to marry him now more than ever. When Kari came back inside with the steaks on the platter, she grabbed the platter out of his hands and leaned up to kiss him.

Shocked, Kari looked down at Nyla. “You good, babe”?” He asked.

“I’m good...but I’m over the stupid drama. I want to get married now! What are we waiting for?” Nyla asked.

“Babe, you know your dad would kill me if he didn’t get to walk you down the isle. We got a planner and everything will happen like we want it to.” He said as he down at the table.

Nyla had brought over the cooked sides and started plating their food before sitting down to join her fiance’.

“What if we just went down to the courthouse? We could get married now and still have a wedding later. No one will know but us and this is what I really want. I want a wedding and all but I want to be married to you more.” Nyla said as Kari smiled.

“You really wanna be married to me?” Kari asked with a smile.

“Yes, I do! I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I don’t care who likes it!” She said.

“Okay! We will go down to the courthouse tomorrow morning and we will get our marriage license done and then go get married when we’re finished. That work for you?” Kari asked her as he dimpled.

Nyla got up from her seat and walked over to where Kari was and sat on his lap. “Yes, that works for me! I love you.” She said as she kissed his lips.

“I love you, too! We got this! I promise I will never let anything happen to you or us as long as I live.” Kari told her as looked into her eyes.

He was so in love with this woman, he couldn't see himself ever living without her. He would put his life on the line before he let anyone come between their love and he was ready for whatever was headed their way. Nyla and Amiyah’s protection and happiness were his motivation to succeed and be better than he was the day before and he was not going to let anyone or anything come in between what they had.

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raybansandcoffee · 5 years

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So I’ve gotten settled enough in what I’m writing that it’s getting close to publishing time for my new fic that features Jeremy Renner as the main male character.

So first things first. A title (which was a bitch to come up with) and a cover (which was not a bitch to come up with).

I will be providing character bios before too long and then start the publishing process. I’ve got over 17,000 words written already, which I know in my past writing was like a chapter and a half but I am not getting myself into the 12,000 word chapter situation again. It’s too hard on me. These will be shorter so that they are manageable and I feel like I can crank the chapters out more easily.

If you follow me because of my writing, that’s wonderful and I love and appreciate you. I hope you continue to enjoy what I write despite this not being Harry Styles related.

I get questions a lot on if I will ever go back to the world of Evie and Harry so I can finish “When Will You Save Me, Los Angeles?” and the honest answer is, I don’t know. Right now anything I’ve been writing before is on an indefinite hiatus.

I needed something new and fresh. I needed to write new characters. I turned 35 this year and honestly trying to get into the mind of a 25 year-old to write from Evie’s mind got difficult. Writing LA started to be a box on a to do list I never checked and that I dreaded seeing (trust me I have lists). So I started writing things that did fulfill me and make me want to write. The one I’m choosing to publish first is “Adventure of a Lifetime,” it has complicated characters, great relationships, and an original female character dealing with a lot of unexpected twists and turns in her life.

I have multiple WIP docs that get opened on my computer occasionally. One with Michael B. Jordan that I started and love and can’t wait to get back to. One with Chris Evans that honestly might be able to be a one-shot series that could involve requested storylines or scenes if I decide not to make it a full on chartered fic. And the original novel that lurks in my folder begging me to write it again but that I needed a break from because it’s about romance and politics, our current political climate plays a role which makes it sort of soul crushing for me to try and write.

I can’t wait to share this with all of you and I hope you enjoy it. And if you only stuck around for the Harry content, thank you for your support over the years. London Calling, the LA Series, and A New Life In New York were a blast to write. But now I need a change of pace. I hope you enjoy my new writing as much as you enjoyed what I’ve written before.

💜 Annie

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perfectfitmbj · 5 years

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C2. Pleasure

When Ashanti got upstairs to the master floor, Tristan had already had her bath ran with one of her favorite bath bombs already bubbling away in our jacuzzi tub. When Xavier came into the bathroom with her and Tristan, Shan's heart started to beat really fast. It wasn't that she was nervous but more so excited. These three hadn't had a threesome in a while because of a little "friendly competition" gone wrong. Tristan and Xavier tried to outdo each other in the end, poor Ashanti had to take off two weeks from work because her pussy was broken.

The two of them took turns pounding her into a crying mess for at least 2 ½ hours! The next days both Xavier and Tristan had to take the day off because she couldn't walk. Literally. Every step she took was so painful that she would just stop where she was and sit back down. When she called her Gynecologist, she was able to be fit in the same day. Tristan won the Rock, Paper, Scissors battle so he was the one who took her, which he regretted as soon as her doctor started her examination.

Ashanti was so ripped and swollen that her Doctor asked Tristan to step out of the room.

"Now, Ashanti I've been your doctor since you started your cycle. You can tell me anything, you know that?" Doctor Gibson said to her.

At first, Shan didn't know what was being implied until Dr. Gibson moved closer to her. "Sweetheart, did someone sexually assault you and you're scared to tell me in front of your husband?" She asked.

Ashanti's eyes almost popped out of her head when she heard that.

"Oh my gosh! No, I wasn't assaulted! We just had some really amazing rough sex that I'm paying for now." Shan explained.

When Tristan was allowed to come back in, Dr. Gibson stared a hole into the side of her face while she spoke to Shan about proper care for her "sexual injuries".

"You know, you're a very big man compared to her 5'5 frame. You should be more careful!" She told him before she walked out ending the appointment.

Tristan and Shan looked at each other and laughed as soon as she left. Once they left, they called Xavier and told him what happened and laughed again. That was the last time the three of them had a threesome. That was a year ago, so for the husbands to hear her say that at dinner got them both excited.

.................

After Tristan gave her her bath, Shan walked into the bedroom to see Xavier had set the mood with candles lit in certain parts of the room to create the perfect dim lighting. He had the massage oils out and waiting for her as he sat on the side of the bed.

These two had made sure to relax her entire body before anything got started. Tristan came into the room fresh out of his shower and dapped Xavier as he left to do the same.

Tristan walked over to the bed and slowly opened Shan's legs as she lies in her back in the same position Xavier had left her in. He caressed her thighs as he admired how pretty her pussy was.

"Damn, she pretty as fuck!" He told Shan as he caressed her pussy with his right index finger.

Slowly, Tristan started kissing down both of her thighs until he made it to her pleasure mound and kissed her second set of lips with just as much passion as if he was kissing the lips on her face.

"Mmmm Daddy! That feels sooo good!" Shan moaned as her back arched.

Tristan worked his tongue in and out of Shan's pussy like he was trying to fuck her orgasm out of her with it before attaching his entire mouth around her sensitive clit. Swirling his tongue around while sucking just enough to cause her a mixture of pleasure and pain, he thrusts two of his thick fingers inside her pussy, stretching her walls.

"Damn, Bro! You got her shit wet as fuck! I can hear that shit from the stairs! Lemme get some of that!" Xavier said as he walked into the bedroom stroking himself through his basketball shorts, walking over to the bed.

Tristan was flicking his tongue fast side to side as he slammed his fingers in and out of Shan's gushing pussy, creating a sloshing sound from how wet she was. Xavier tapped Tristan's shoulder causing him to pull his head back and stand up all while still fucking Shan with his fingers, letting Xavier take over attaching to her clit so he could recite the alphabet. Tristan pulled his fingers out of Shan, "You got it, Bruh Bruh!" Tristan told Xav before he walked over to the other side where Shan's head was as he took off his shorts.

"Mmmmm....fuck Papi...mmmm" Ashanti moaned out as she rubbed and squeezed her breasts.

Tristan rubbed the head of his hard 10 ½ -inch dick across Shan's lips until she looked up at him smiling before she opened her mouth wide, taking him in.

"Move yo' hands! Don't touch my dick unless I tell you to! That's right! Relax that throat!" Tristan commands as he fucks Shan in the mouth while watching her continue to pull and squeeze her nipples and breasts.

"Mmmm!! Oooooooh mmmmmmm!" Is all Shan could get out as she came all over Xav's fingers! He kept a tight suck on her clit as he finger fucked her as she rode out her orgasm.

Before Shan could brace herself, Xan had stood up and had slammed into her with his thick 10-inch dick causing her to stop breathing for a moment.

"Breathe baby," Tristan told her as he pulled his dick out of her mouth waiting for her to take a breath before shoving it back into her mouth letting her suck on it like a blow pop.

"Let's switch Bruh Bruh!" Tristan says as he looks over at Xav "Beating up the pussy! Pass that shit!" He said as he pulled his dick back out and climbed up into the bed.

Xav pulled out and let Tris pull Shan up to so she could straddle him. She lifted one leg up, positioning his head at her already tender opening before letting her wetness help her slide down his thick shaft.

"Oh God Daddy! Fuuuck! Mmmm!" Ashanti moaned out as she started to ride him.

"Pussy always tight as fuck, baby girl! Grippin' daddy's dick!" Tris moaned out as he pulled her forward so her ass was up.

Xav climbed up into the bed and positioned himself behind Shan. Stroking his hard piece in his hand to spread Shan's juices around before pulling her ass cheek apart to expose her tight, pink asshole.

"Breathe mamas, relax," Xav tells her as he spits on her hole before pushing into her, filling her other hole completely.

Ashanti threw her head back and exhaled out with her moan, taking in the pain and pleasure.

"Aaahg! Kgjrt! Gwyrjrhs!" Was all Shan could get out as her husbands picked up their pace once they found their rhythm.

"Don't hold that shit it, babygirl! Daddy feel it! Let that shit go! Cum on daddy dick just how I like it!" Tristan demanded in a sexy, deep voice as he continued to thrust into her with force.

"Oooooooh shiiiiiiitt!! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Fuuuuck!!" She moaned out as she squirted all over Tristan. Riding out her second orgasm, she starts throwing it back. "Fuck my ass, papi! Harder!"

Xavier held onto the headboard as Tristan held her ass cheeks apart keeping her asshole open for Xav to pound into her hard and fast until he felt ready to explode.

Just as Xavier was about to reach his orgasm, Tristan was feeling his at the same time from Shan's walls pulsating around his swallowed dick before they both couldn't hold back and released their seeds all inside of her holes.

Drained. Xavier gets up and goes to get a couple soapy washcloths. After he cleans himself up, he takes the cloths back to the bedroom and hands one to Tristan who used his to clean himself and Xavier uses the other to clean a sleeping Ashanti.

Placing her in the middle of their Custom Emperor King bed, each husband took a side and cuddled into their wife. No words were spoken. No attitudes. No issues. Just all three falling into a comfortable, deep sleep.

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