#two best heads of hair in rock and roll fight me

[strawberrysturniolo]

chris and the reader hate eachother but end up having to share a hotel bed

just tonight // chris sturniolo

summary: a trip with your friends turns into a hotel reservation mishap and having to share a bed with someone you hate part 2

It’s no secret that Nick Sturniolo is my best friend.

It’s no secret that Matt Sturniolo is like a brother to me.

And it is no fucking surprise to anyone how knows me and the youngest Sturniolo that Chris Sturniolo is the one person above all that makes me want to rip my hair out strand by strand. 

I don’t even know how it all happened. It’s like it was meant to be. I don’t remember a time in my life where me and Chris Sturniolo weren’t bickering, throwing shit at each other, or calling each other foul insults. 

To others, it is another form of entertainment to see our arguments in person, but to Nick and Matt, it’s the bane of their existence. 

Their brother is mine. 

Which is why I am more than shocked to hear that the four of us are heading on a trip to San Diego with no one else to help break up fights. 

With Matt driving us, Chris sits in the passenger seat, blasting music that no one has a say on. Matt bops his head to a few songs, but as soon as he becomes comfortable with one, Chris changes it mid song.

“Hang on, I have a better one,” he says every single time. 

Nick sits next to me, half asleep with chunky headphones over his ears, blocking out the sound of his brother’s music taste. I wish I could say I’m doing the same, but my airpods died 20 minutes into the drive, so I’m stuck in the backseat staring out the window, contemplating throwing myself onto the highway at 80 miles per hour.

We make a few stops along the way despite it being only around a two hour drive. 

The first was for some food. 

The second was because Chris ran out of his drink and insisted that he needed to stop for more.

The third was because Chris decided to dump his drink on me, so I had to change into something I had packed.

The fourth was because Chris then faced his consequences and had nothing to drink, making Matt stop again. He promised he wouldn’t spill it this time.

Then a fifth time because Chris had to pee. 

When we finally arrived at the hotel, we dragged our few bags inside and made our way to the front desk.

“Hi,” Nick said to the woman. His eyes were droopy as he had just woken up, so he rubbed them a bit before continuing. “It’s under Sturniolo. Four rooms on the same floor.”

The young woman’s eyebrows cinched together, almost like she was worried she had made a mistake. 

“The reservation is for three rooms,” she says instead, making Chris step forward like he is going to correct her. “And they are on different floors.”

“Woah, woah,” Chris interrupts, shaking his head. “I know you’re just doing your job, but we definitely put in four rooms. I don’t think anyone minds that we are on different floors, but we’re going to need a fourth room if that’s what we paid for.”

The woman’s eyes scatter across her screen before she frowns slightly. “I’m really sorry, but we don’t have any other rooms available.”

Chris spins around, tossing his hands up slightly. “What are we going to do?”

“Why can’t one of you share a room?” I suggest the obvious.

Nick jumps in first. “If you guys want me to edit all your shit, then I need my own room. I won’t be able to focus and get it done if there’s someone else.”

“Okay,” I nod, knowing he has work to do. “Then Chris can stay with Matt.”

Chris’ face scrunches in disgust. “No way. He snores.” 

I roll my eyes at his childish answer. “We don’t have any other options right now.”

“One of us is going to half to share with her,” Matt concludes. Chris makes a face as if to say ‘Not me!’

I scoff at how they’re talking about me while I’m standing right here. “Hello! Why can’t I get my own room since I’m the only girl!”

I’m ignored.

“Let’s play rock paper scissors for the room,” Matt suggests, making Chris roll up his sweatshirt sleeves as if he’s preparing. 

Matt wins. 

Chris’ eyes shoot open. “Best two out of three.” 

“Nope,” Matt says as he grabs his room key off the desk and heads to the elevator. 

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I mumble, walking behind Chris and following him to our shared room. 

I would have been quiet so Nick could work, but he was so adamant about being alone that I never even got the chance to suggest that alternative. This stupid room situation is just the fucking icing on the cake after the car ride with Chris. It’s no surprise that my luck would put me in the same room as him somehow. 

I brace myself for when Chris opens the door, expecting only one thing because it’s the obvious, but I still pray for a miracle. 

No miracle.

There’s one bed. 

I toss my bags on the bed before he can. “Dibs,” I call out immediately.

Chris kicks his shoes off. “That’s not fair. How are you gonna dibs a bed? Where am I supposed to sleep?”

I point to the balcony. “Out there. Just pray a rabid squirrel doesn’t bite you while you sleep.” 

He fake smiles at me. “Very funny. You’re lucky I’m too fucking tired after the ride to argue with you.” He flashes his phone screen at me, revealing the time. 2:12 a.m. We left at night to try to beat any traffic and so we could have an extra full day in San Diego. “Let’s just go to bed and hope we’re too tired to realize what a shitty situation this is.” 

I dig out some clothes from inside a duffel bag I brought, trying to find something to wear as pajamas. Since I was under the assumption I would be in my own room, I didn’t pack any pajama shorts or even athletic shorts that would do the job. I usually just sleep with a big shirt and underwear, and this was certainly not what I was anticipating. 

I let out a sigh and turn around to face Chris. I hate asking for his help. 

“Do you have any shorts or sweatpants I can wear to bed?”

He looks at me like he’s confused by my question. His tiny brain cells can usually only handle sentences with five words or less.

“Why didn’t you pack any?” he asks me instead. 

“Because I normally sleep half naked, which I’m not doing with you here. So can I please wear shorts or something of yours to bed?” 

He grins. “Say please again and maybe I’ll think about it.” 

“I’ll scrub the toilet with your toothbrush while you sleep,” I threaten. 

He reaches down and tosses me a pair of his boxers. “I would give you basketball shorts but they wouldn’t fit you. Plus I only have my celtics ones and they’re too nice for you to fuck up.” 

I take his boxers and stand with my clothes in my hands, looking at him. 

He looks at me like he has a problem with me. “Do you need anything else?” he says in a snippy tone. 

“Go to the bathroom,” I instruct him. 

“Why?”

“So I can change?” I say as a question, shocked and confused at how stupid he can be sometimes. 

He rolls his eyes and crouches to his bag. “I’m not fucking looking. Just change.”

In an attempt to withhold us from fighting in the first ten minutes of us being here, I sigh and turn around, facing the curtains covering the window. I peel my shirt off and toss it on a chair, putting on an old t-shirt instead. I turn around quickly, making sure Chris isn’t watching. He’s sitting on his phone. I yank my pants off and tug on his boxers before he has a chance to peek.

“You done?” he asks.

“Yeah. I’ll go to the bathroom so you can change.” 

I grab my toiletries bag so I can brush my teeth and wash my face while I’m in there, but as I make my way to the door, Chris steps in front of me. Looking at me, he pulls his shirt off from over his head. “That’s all I have to do. Now I’m dressed for bed.”

Do not look at his body. Do NOT look at his body.

“I still have to go to the bathroom,” I say anyway. 

He gestures his hands to my destination and follows me in, brushing his teeth alongside me and watching me as I do my skincare. Before I have a chance to snap at him and tell him to go away, he does just that. I almost ask him why he did leave, throwing myself off. I shouldn’t care. I don’t care.

He’s laying on our bed. I have to remind myself that this is just a shitty situation before sliding in next to him, still keeping a distance. We sit in silence for some time, both of us still scrolling aimlessly on our phones, trying to distract ourselves so we don’t have to talk. Finally, I have enough of the silence, and I am suddenly on the hunt for answers.

I turn over in bed, now facing him. He side eyes me as he notices my change in position. “Do you need something else?” he asks.

“Why are you so mean to me?”

He lowers his phone from his gaze momentarily as he thinks. He settles on, “You’re mean to me too.”

“It’s different,” I argue.

“This is just how I am,” he continues. “I act this way with my brothers. Maybe you’re just not used to it yet.” 

“It’s still different, Chris.”

He shrugs, not saying anything else, so I do.

“I feel like we could get along well but you don’t give me the chance. You never noticed we have the same taste in music and a lot of other similar interests? It’s like you don’t want to admit we could have something in common and I don’t know why.”

“I’m not petty like that,” he says instead. “I’m not going to blow you off because I don’t want us to have the same interests.”

“Then what is it,” I continue to push him. 

“Can you just shut up and go to bed?” he snaps.

I seriously couldn’t have had a worse roommate. 

I turn over, finding myself back in silence. 

“Are you going to need my boxers every night while we’re here?” he asks. 

“I mean, this is all I’ve got, so yeah,” I answer without turning around. 

It’s silent for a good 30 seconds before Chris breaks it. 

“Why don’t you just keep them?”

My eyebrows furrow, my expression bold even though he can’t see my face. “Why?”

“They look good,” he mumbles.

“Huh?” 

“You heard me.”

“I literally didn’t doofus that’s why I said huh?”

“I said they look good on you!” 

My stomach flips.

Motherfucker. 

“You want me to keep them?” I ask for clarification.

“I’m just trying to be nice,” he defends. “Don’t try to make it something it’s not. But even if I was trying to turn it into something else, you know you look good.”

Oh my god.

No, he needs to stop. 

I turn around so I can face him again. “You think I look good?”

He rolls his eyes so hard this time that his head shifts. “Oh shut up.”

The more I stare at him to try to dissect his answer, the more I see his face turning a darker shade of red. 

“Oh my god! You’re blushing!” I tease.

He sits up straight. “Am not!” 

“You are too!” I laugh, pointing at him.

He smacks my hand away. “Stop it!”

Everything suddenly clicks. Every time he was mean to me. Every time he called me names. 

But there were also the times he would stand in a corner with eyes shooting daggers when I would talk about a guy.

Everything makes sense. 

“You like me,” I piece together.

“Do not,” he lies. “You wish.”

“I don’t have to wish because you do!”

“You’re being childish,” he says, bold coming from him. 

“Just admit it so I can go to bed.”

Without an answer he shoves his hand into my shoulder, pushing me away from him. I do the same back, but when I expect him to do it again, he grabs my wrist and yanks me towards him instead.

We both halt before our faces touch.

I watch him gulp.

“Tell me not to do it,” he practically begs.

I know exactly what he’s talking about. I know we shouldn’t but I sort of just want to know what would happen. Would anything come out of it? Would we both decide it was stupid and we won’t talk about it ever again and swear it won’t leave this hotel room.

“I could do it instead,” I suggest.

He clearly doesn’t expect this from me. His eyes were somewhere else until I finished my sentence. That’s when they flew to meet mine. 

He gives me one last look before grabbing my cheeks and pulling me into him. I fall forward, wrapping my arms around him for support before my lips settle into his. We mesh together perfectly, a long peck before our lips part and he’s trying to snake his tongue into my mouth. I let him, and I don’t even notice when one of my hands rakes through his hair. 

One of his hands drifts down my body, clinging to my waist. His thumb plays with the band of his own underwear hugging my body. 

I don’t know how long we have been doing this. All I’m focusing on is the few sounds that come out of our mouths, little moans and deep breaths, others being the sound of our lips fighting for dominance. Then there’s the sound of slight creaks in the bed as we shift around.

I’m caught by surprise when he pulls me into his lap, but thank god he does. I don’t move around on him. I don’t grind my hips into his. I don’t try to feel how big he is underneath his clothing.

I sit there with my arms around him, a lustful makeout turning into soft kisses again as he holds my cheeks, his thumbs stroking my face. 

I pull away for a moment to catch my breath, and I watch his face fall.

“I’m sorry,” he says immediately. “I shouldn’t have done that. Oh my god that was so fucking stupid.” He runs his hands through his hair in frustration, but all I’m focused on is how his biceps flexed in the process.

I pull his arms back down, a measly excuse to have my hands on the toned muscle, but also to comfort him. “Hey, it’s fine. Why don’t we just go to bed, and we can talk about this tomorrow?” 

He takes a moment to think before he nods, placing a kiss on my cheek before letting me lay down next to him. Our backs face each other. We both stare at the wall in our direction, our heads clouded with thoughts. 

After some time, when I was positive he was asleep, I feel the bed shift as he flips over, his body now facing the same way as mine. 

His pinky hooks with mine in the softest grip. 

I let his hand linger, taking it slow before I drive this car off a cliff.

I face him, looking down at his chest before I place my head on it and kick my leg to lay over his. Our bodies cling to each other immediately. He holds me like he’s scared of letting go.

I can’t get over how good this feels. Just laying here with him.

But I also know tomorrow could be a shit show after these events, so I have just tonight to bask in this before it all goes to shit. 

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[slytherinslut0]

MATTHEO RIDDLE- Beg For Me

Chapter Two. Info: You and Mattheo have been butting heads for months, since you were assigned as his tutor, and one day during a session full of tense bickering, he has enough.

(This will essentially be a toxic book where we are Thèos fucktoy. No love here, very minimal fluff.)

Tags: 18+, PURE SMUT, Sub!Reader, Dom!Mattheo, Oral Sex (M Rec), Throat Fucking, Toxic Behaviour, Blackmail, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, DubCon, CNC.

****Find the rest of the chapters HERE.

"You're fifteen minutes late."

Mattheo rolled his eyes, slumping down in the creaky wooden chair with an exasperated huff, running his tongue over the split-open cut on his lip as he fiddled with the gauze wrapped around his battered knuckles--the fresh blood seeping through the material told you that he had ever-so-shockingly taken part in yet another degenerate fight, this time coincidentally directly before your once-a-week tutor session.

"I'm fine, by the way." He said, not bothering to look at you. "Thanks for asking."

"Why should I?" You tilted your head, already feeling the heat of his suffocating arrogance filling your lungs. "It's not like you've ever cared about my well-being, or as you've so clearly proven today; my time."

Riddle scoffed, rolling his eyes yet again as he ran a hand through his hair. "You sound entitled, princess."

"I sound entitled?" Gods, he was doing it again. He was absolutely getting you fucking going with little to no effort spent. "My dearest apologies, Riddle...I was under the impression that entitlement was believing you can treat people however you like without consequences...silly me."

At your retort, he glimpsed you, pausing all his movements as a sly grin crawled across his face.

"Giving me attitude already, Raven?" He purred, dark eyes slithering down to your lips, before falling lower to your chest, lingering there for far-too-long before they slowly travelled back up to meet your sight.

Throughout all of that, you weren't sure if you'd blinked once--your pulse increasing to a rate so fast you were certain your heart was about to burst from your chest.

Mattheo moistened his lips, his tongue darting out to remove the blood from the split in his lower one.

"...I'd have thought that after our little agreement last week, you'd have come to your senses..."

He leaned forward in his chair, long fingers curling in on his palms and forming tight fists as he rested his hands on top of the desk--eyes darker than the midnight sky as he studied your tensing reaction.

"Would you like to start over? Or perhaps, that filthy fucking mouth of yours needs to be taught a lesson?"

You swallowed, something in your lower abdomen tingling at this words. You shook your head, dropping your eyes to your lap. "I'm sorry."

His eyes lit up. "What was that?" The sadistic arrogance in his tone made you want to scream. "I didn't quite catch what you said."

Your jaw clenched, teeth gritting--Gods, how you wanted to tell him to goto hell; to kick rocks and get the fuck out and never come near you again--but you knew you would never, and could never do such a thing. Instead, you inhaled a sharp breath in through your nose, before slowly releasing it, shooting him the best fake smile you could possibly muster.

"I said, I'm sorry." Your voice was tight, tone as sharp as glass. "Now, can we begin? You're already-"

"No." He said flatly, cutting you off. "I don't accept your apology. I think you need to get on your knees-"

Your jaw dropped at his words, and you involuntarily slammed your hands down on the wooden surface in front of you as you stood up, leaning across the desk towards him. After all these months of sticking your neck out for him, going out of your way to tutor him and attempt to teach him some form of educational material to at least help him fucking graduate on time--he's really going to sit there and degrade you like a piece of shit under his shoe just because you retaliated against his arrogant attitude?

Not going to fucking happen.

"Cut the shit, Riddle." You hissed, leaning down to meet his dark, intoxicating eyes. "You may be in charge here, and I may need you in ways that are entirely taxing to my mental state...but just as much as I need you--you need me, too...so how about you show me some fucking respect?"

At your words, Mattheo's confident facade wavered, only-slightly, his dark eyes widening with surprise as your words pierced through his stoic composure. Blinking, he considered your defiance for a fleeting moment before abruptly standing up, as well--his face, which was usually a mask of calculated control, portrayed a mix of curiosity and smug arrogance.

As he rounded the desk and approached you, his eyes locked onto yours; unyielding and intense--making your entire body freeze in place. The room seemed to hold its breath, the charged silence amplifying the tension between your bodies, as if the very air crackled with anticipation of what would unfold next, your shoulders slouching as he stopped in front of you, tall frame towering over you.

And then, his perfect fucking lips curled into a sly smile.

"Respect? Oh, I respect your desperation, Raven...that's about it..." his voice was slow, calculated, and of course; sadistic. "It would do you well to remember that in this little alliance of ours, I hold the key to your entire fucking future...so, perhaps a little lesson in humility is what you truly need, hm?"

He brought a battered hand up to your face, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his head tilting as his dark eyes studied the movement of his fingers.

"How about you show me just how much you respect me...and maybe, just maybe, I'll consider playing nice, yeah?" He paused, his fingers lingering against your skin. "Until then...it seems as though you're at my mercy, little girl."

Your fingers quivered at your sides, your heart pounding in your throat, but you were resolute in not allowing him to win so easily. Despite his immense power over you, giving in without a fight wasn't an option you were willing to entertain. It was times like these where your brash, unyielding nature was both a curse and a source of strength, propelling you toward your demise.

"Not if I goto Dumbledore first..." you whispered, glimpsing his lips. "Not if I tell him that you were entirely uncooperative...defiant...wouldn't be that hard to believe, considering your troublesome track record..."

He huffed, fingers trailing from behind your ear and running along your jawline, his lips parting as he stared, lost entirely in his own little world--until he blinked, meeting your eyes.

"And how would that look on you, Raven? As a future Professor..." he murmured, leaning closer. "Don't you think it would look rather...perturbing, that you weren't able to get me under control? That you weren't able to find some sort of compromise to ensure my cooperation?"

His rugged fingers trailed along the contour of your jaw, finding a firm hold at your chin and sliding underneath it, his thumb caressing your cheek with a touch that held both tenderness and threat. A lump formed in your throat, your lips parting in sheer exasperation as his eyes darkened, their intensity sending shivers down your spine. Your entire body quivered under his grasp as he leaned in, his lips barely grazing your temple.

"You're shaking, Raven..." he purred, hot breath washing over your face as he used his grip on your chin to tug you closer. "Why so nervous, hm? What happened to all that fire you had?"

Your voice faltered, barely a whisper, as you tried to find words under the weight of Mattheo's power.

"I...I'm just..."

You hesitated, unable to meet his intense gaze, your words trailing off into a nervous silence. The sheer dominance he exuded left you speechless, your heart racing, and you struggled to articulate your thoughts, feeling completely overwhelmed and out of your depth.

Mattheo's lips curled into a subtle, self-assured smile as he sensed your growing vulnerability. His eyes, dark and smoldering, held a predatory gleam, and he leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours, his breath grazing your skin as he revelled in the palpable effect he had on you.

"This vulnerability...it suits you, I must admit..." his voice was a low, seductive murmur, pulling back to meet your eyes. "Don't worry, little Raven...I won't bite...unless you ask me to, of course..."

With an amused huff, he shifted, his lips brushing over your ear, and you pulled your lip between your teeth to restrain a whimper as you felt his free hand move, long fingers ghosting over the fabric of your skirt as he grazed your hip.

"Mattheo, I-" your body reacted in a way you hadn't anticipated, utterly frozen under Mattheo's commanding presence. Desire coursed through your veins, a mixture of fear and a thrilling, unfamiliar attraction, and you struggled to string together a sentence. "I've never-"

"Never what, princess?" He purred, voice reverberating as a deep hum, the seductive pitch doing inexplicable things to your body. "Don't be shy..."

As his grip on your hip tightened, your lungs stalled, a small gasp slipping past your lips; and as though you'd somehow snapped Mattheo out of a hypnotic trance, he pulled back--his widened obsidian eyes meeting yours.

"Holy fuck, Raven, are you a fucking virgin?" His voice was barely above a whisper, the husk of it sparking fire through your veins. "You haven't even kissed someone, have you?"

Embarrassment flooded you, a heat hot enough to melt the Arctic. When you nodded, almost impenetrably; his stare intensified, the excitement practically radiating from his flesh.

"Shit...I'm going to fucking ruin you..." Mattheo's fingers tightened around your jaw, once again tugging you closer--your heart stalled as he crouched down slightly, bringing himself eye-to-eye with you, his face mere centimeters from yours. "That's what you want though, isn't it? I see the way you look at me...I feel the way your body responds to me...even when you fucking despise me..."

Mules of power coursed through Mattheo's fingers as his hand left your hip, snaking around your waist as his eyes scanned your features--watching every single ministration of your face as though he was afraid you'd disappear; as though he'd miss something if he blinked.

"You want this," he whispered, his breath hot against your face. "You've been aching for it ever since we first met...admit it."

Your adrenaline surged. You knew you were playing with fire here, but you couldn't control yourself.

"Don't flatter yourself, Riddle..." you murmured, voice unsteady. "Unlike you I actually harbour a modicum of self control."

Upon your utterance, Mattheo's entire demeanor shifted abruptly--something dark and unsettling creeping behind his eyes. His grip tightened aggressively, applying force with enough intensity to leave bruises.

"There's that mouth again." He growled, his tone dark and rough. "You just can't fucking help yourself, can you?"

You snuffed a gasp as his fingernails dug into your skin, the intensity radiating off his flesh.

"You think you're so fucking smart, hm? Little good girl, top of the class, never stepping out of the lines..." he tilted his head, leaning closer, mouth so close to yours you could practically taste the blood seeping from the cut on his lip. "I'm going to have so much fucking fun with you, Raven...we'll see just how smart you are when you’re on your fucking knees for me like a dumb little whore..."

Your breath was hardly filtering, lungs sputtering. "Mattheo-"

He shifted your body, shoving your ass back against the desk as he pressed himself against you, one hand behind your neck with the other tightly gripping your hip; eyes drunk on a dark hunger--one that intoxicated you without effort.

"That's what I want, Raven...I want you on your knees for me every single week...and in exchange, I'll pay attention to your dumb lessons and make sure I pass...the second I fail to do just that, it all stops, okay?" His voice was tight, focused, but serious--as serious as you've ever fucking heard him. "I won't tell a fucking soul about any of this, and I know you won't either...both of our reputations depend on it..."

Gods, you fucking loved this, even though admitting it felt like peeling away layers of denial--but deep down, you knew the truth, even though it clashed with your feelings of utter disgust and irritation towards Mattheo Riddle. Something about the images swirling inside your mind as you thought about it, thought about the mere prospect of having him at your mercy, his pleasure intertwined with your control, stirred a complex mix of emotions within you.

It was as if a forbidden fascination had taken root, coaxing an unexpected excitement from the depths of your being. If surrendering to this unconventional desire meant he would finally invest effort in your tutor sessions, you found yourself reluctantly willing to explore this uncharted territory.

But not before teasing him a little.

"Don't you have enough girls on their knees for you, Riddle?" You whispered, fingers clutching the desk for dear life. "Do you really need that from me?"

He huffed, amused. "Sure, but those girls expect something from me in return...with you, it'll be all about me and what I fucking want..." he purred, wetting his lips as he glimpsed yours. "I have no interest in taking your virginity, Raven...you can save that for your wedding night, or whatever the fuck it is you're waiting for...I just want those pretty fucking lips...I just want to finally put that annoying mouth of yours to good use..."

Your entire body was vibrating, every word from his mouth did something foreign to you lower abdomen--something you'd never felt nor experienced before. There were so many emotions pummelling through your veins right now; from desire to irritation to defiance to submission--every one melding inside your mind and rendering your mouth utterly mute. You had no idea what to fucking say.

Until Riddle leaned in, closer, his lips brushing over yours. "Do we have a deal?"

You swallowed, your sight flickering from his lips to his eyes and back to his lips, examining all the small cuts and bruises and scars he had peppering his skin. When you nodded, he tightened the grip on the back of your neck, forcing a squeal from deep in your throat.

"Words, Raven," he said sharply. "Use them. I want to hear you say it."

You weren't breathing, you wondered how the fuck you were even conscious. "Yes," you whispered. "We have a deal."

Mattheo exhaled. "Fuck..."

In the span of a single breath, his lips found yours, soft and yielding--conveying a desperate, yet gentle craving. You became a candle, his touch a flame, liquefying you from the core, heat spreading through your every fiber, reaching down to your very toes. He pulled you closer, deepening the kiss, immersing you in a passionate embrace that seemed to defy time itself.

Your mind spun in a whirlwind of realization: this was your first kiss, an intimate moment shared with a boy you openly despised. His lips bore the remnants of alcohol and cigarettes, a taste accentuated by the faint hint of blood. He desired you for a singular purpose, and you saw him merely as a means to solidify your post-graduate fate. Despite the inherent wrongness of the situation, you couldn't summon the care to stop it, succumbing to the inexplicable pull between you two.

His low growl echoed in the charged air as his tongue danced with yours, emboldening you. Your fingers threaded through his thick, curly hair, exploring the contours of his mouth. Meanwhile, his hand roamed up your thigh, tracing your curves until it found the top of your uniform. With a firm grip, he pulled at the fabric, and then, shifted his hand to your wrist, directing it toward the insistent bulge in his pants.

As your fingers grazed it, something surged through you; something suffocating, something intoxicating--and involuntarily, you moaned into his mouth.

"Shit..." he breathed, grip on the back of your neck intensifying. "You feel that, Raven? That's all for you..."

Your breath was shaking, your lungs on fire. You had no idea what was happening to you, you had no idea what you were even thinking, let alone saying--a haze of pleasure and adrenaline and arousal was clouding your cognitive capacity, words spilling from your lips without thought as you squeezed the outline of his dick.

"You're so big..." your voice was a whisper, lesser even. "I-I don't think I'll-"

"You will," his voice cracked, cutting you off, already knowing what you were about to say.

With a smirk, he stepped back slightly, using the hand behind your head to gently guide you toward the floor, a silent yet compelling command. When you met his eyes, a clear nervousness in your expressions, he smirked.

"Don't worry Raven, I'll go easy on you for your first time..." he whispered. "Unlike you, I'm actually a patient teacher."

When you finally landed on your knees in front of him, his fervent fingers moved to his belt, swiftly undoing the latch and tugging his trousers mid-way down his thighs. His eyes never once left yours, his bottom lip pulled tightly between his teeth as he moved to his boxers next; finally freeing his thick, throbbing length, the veins in his hand tensing as he wrapped his fist around its girth, his mouth falling open in relief.

Your stomach twisted, your entire body fucking screaming at the sight. "Holy fu-"

Your words were cut short as his hand thrust through your hair, fingers entangling through your soft strands, cranking your neck back slightly to meet his eyes again, slowly fucking into his fist as he watched you; examined you.

"What would your friends think of this, huh?" His voice was hoarse, arrogant, and of course, sadistic, like always. "Little good girl Ravenclaw on her knees for the big bad Slytherin fuck up...it's almost poetic, isn't it?"

Your fingers trembled, and you clutched the fabric of your skirt for dear life. "Are you going to let me suck it or are you going to hold me here all day instead?"

"Eager little thing you are," he huffed, smirking; jaw tensing and throat bobbing as he swallowed. "Drop your jaw, princess."

As you did what he said, he hummed in satisfaction, directing the head of his throbbing cock past your lips, hissing through his teeth as the wet warmth of your mouth enveloped his shaft, involuntarily gagging as he continued to push into throat until your hands shot up to his thighs, silently pleading for a mere second to adjust to his size.

"Use your hands then, Raven..." his voice was a breathless whisper, fingers tightening their hold on your hair. "Unless you want me to fuck that filthy throat of yours."

You glanced up at him, his appearance doing inexplicable things to your cunt, undeniably at this point--and you wrapped your hands around the base of his shaft, twisting and stroking as you moved your mouth against the remaining length--suctioning your lips around him, eyes watering and cunt clenching as he groaned, head falling back and lids fluttering shut.

"Mm...that's it..." he muttered, using your hair like reigns to direct your head. "Your mouth feels so fucking good when you're not using it to be an uptight little bitch..."

You hummed in assent, pressing your wet tongue against the throbbing underside of his cock. Your heart was beating out of your chest, thighs clamping in lust--even though he was being a sadistic asshole per usual, and there was not one part of this you should be enjoying--you couldn't deny the heat that was pooling between your legs, the unfamiliar desire that was growing in your lungs only intensified with every deep, breathless groan that left Mattheo's lips.

You dropped your hands, taking more of him now, slowly but surely, and you tried your best to ignore the pain that Riddle was inflicting on your scalp; his cock twitching more insistently between your lips with each passing second. Cranking your neck back, he slowly started fucking into your throat, groaning as he'd almost entirely pulled out, and you tightened your lips around his girth, wanting to trap him.

"So fucking good, Raven..." he huffed, and eased in again, holding your head in place, watching as his length disappeared into your mouth. "Are you sure this is your first time? Shit-"

His voice was heavy with pleasure, igniting a thunderstorm of arousal on your skin, growing more intense with each second his eyes were on you--his breathing grew heavier as your lips and tongue worked in unison, the sheer hunger in his gaze nearly palpable.

"Look at me," he muttered, cranking your neck back further, thrusting deeper. When you met his eyes, your thighs screamed in need. "Good girl...just like that..."

Mattheo's hips moved quicker, his groans of pleasure filling the room. Sparks were buzzing over your skin, air squeaking into your nose, tears welling in your eyes as he thrust into your throat again and again. His gaze was trained on you, his breath coming in shorter bursts the faster he moved.

"Fuck..." he sputtered, fingers bruising your scalp. "Far better use for that filthy mouth..."

You gagged, swallowing against him, and he yanked your head back further; entirely losing himself and any ounce of his self control in the heat of your throat as he neared his peak. You worked your tongue along the underside of his dick, pulling your lips in over your teeth, a quiet groan leaving him as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him.

"You look so good taking my cock..." he said. "You don't know how many times I've imagined doing this to you-fuck...every time you gave me attitude...shit..."

A moan rumbled through you, spurred on by his words, and his head fell back, breath sputtering in his lungs as he squeezed his eyes shut; fingernails digging into your scalp as he held you in place, hot jets of his release shooting down your throat without warning. You panted against his dick, swallowing every last drop of his cum without complaint, and when he finally released you--slowly tucking himself away, he stared at you with an astounded expression on his face, chest heaving.

As you wiped the drool off your chin with your sleeve, you slowly peeled yourself off the floor, meeting his intense eyes--which were still staring at you as he did up his belt.

"What?" You said, anxiously. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

He blinked, throat knocking as he swallowed. "I'm just trying to figure you the fuck out." He said. "You took my cock and swallowed my cum better than some of the sluttiest whores in this school have..."

Your face burned, entire body tingling as you readjusted your uniform. "Is that a bad thing?"

"Not at all, Raven." He huffed, throwing himself into the chair next to yours. "Think you just needed a bad boy like me to give you permission to finally let loose, yeah?"

"Permission?" You cocked an eyebrow, taking a seat next to him. "I'd think not, Riddle."

"Denial is a river in Egypt, princess." He sneered, that devilish smirk teasing his lips per usual. "You have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into. Better hope you don't get attached...I promise, I'm nothing but bad news..."

Your rolled your eyes, straightening out in the chair and flipping open the textbook to the appropriate chapter.

"Believe me, I won't."

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Chapter three->

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[thatsdemko]

brothers best friend - c.leclerc

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requested: n

pairings: charles leclerc x gasly!fem!reader

warnings: reader & Charles are oblivious + mentions of alcohol + flirting(if you squint) + drivers & wags being wingmen/women

a/n: can you tell i love a gasly x Charles moment?? gonna plan to do a leclerc x Pierre soon! feedback is always appreciated xx.

it’s a tail as old as time. one everyone sees coming besides the two of you. you’ve liked him ever since you were kids, and he’s liked you ever since high school. you’ve slipped from each others reaches many times up until now. both single and highly unaware of each others feelings.

he’s got his arm draped around the back of your chair. he’s watching you laugh at a joke your brother, Pierre, made. he loves the crinkle lines that form around your eyes, the dimples in your cheeks that you try to cover up with your hands, and the way your head falls back into a laughing fit. god, he’s so obsessed with you.

“what do you say? we call it a night?” Pierre turns to kika, the younger girl shakes her head under your brothers loving gaze.

“no y/n hasn’t finished her wine. it would be rude to leave a glass half empty.” in a way, kika is trying to help you out. she sees the way the both of you look at each other. she’s rooting for tonight to be the night you confess your feelings. it’s why she’s so adamant you finish the glass of wine Charles insisted to pay for.

that’s right, Charles paid for your meal. he refused to let your brother pick up the tab, in fact the two men played rounds of rock, paper, scissors, shoot to declare a clear winner.

“I don’t mind waiting with y/n, if you guys want to leave?” charles suggests. just as Pierre begins to thank him, kika is cutting him off beginning to chat you up. you know what the girl is doing, she’s smart, but you’re a little too tipsy to put up a fight.

“come on, amour. I’m tired.” your brothers whine falls unnoticed to her, but you pick it up sticking your tongue out at him that his own girlfriend was more interested in you than him.

“tell me, y/n, can I count on you to be with me in the alpine garage? or is there someone else?” kika leans in, chin resting in her palm eyeing Charles uneasy shift in his seat. his arm is still draped around the back of your chair, every so often you catch his finger tips grazing the skin on your back.

“someone else? no, I’ll support my brother.” you laugh taking a swig of the contents, eyes finding your brother who’s gesturing to his watch like he has places to be other than the comfort of his bed.

she flashes you a wink beginning to grab her things feeling Pierre pull her arm whispering things that none of you could make out. you’re sure it has to do with him wanting to fall asleep and go home, “have fun with him.” you chuckle, both of you waving your goodbyes to the couple, leaving you both alone now.

“you know you can always visit me.” Charles voice is quiet, he feels so small around you. you hold that gasly elegance that lights up any room and demands attention. he loves it, but he gets intimidated more by you and the power in your hands as if he’s not used to it. as if he hasn’t been around it since you were kids.

“oh Charles, she’s just fooling around.” you sip the last of your wine, feeling the palm of his hand rub against your back almost sure the wine in your mouth was about to come back up.

“if you say so, come on.” he gets up from his seat pulling his jacket off to drape around your shoulders. you thank him with a quick peck on the cheek before following him out of the restaurant to his custom Ferrari.

of all the times you’ve been in Pierre’s fancy cars, nothing compared to the thrill of the Ferrari. especially when Charles drove. his hand always dangerously moved across the center console towards your thigh. your hand usually presses on top of his indicating you don’t want him to move.

he allows you to roll the window down, hair whipping in the wind that the speed of the car has created. if he wasn’t driving, he totally would take the opportunity to watch you. he can see out the corner of his eyes, the smile on your lips as you reach to turn up the radio. favorite song blasting through his speakers, you didn’t care what fans took videos and who saw, you both are in your own world.

he pull into his driveway, reaching to turn the music down now that the joy ride was over, “do you mind if I crash? I can’t drive.” you nervously turn to him knowing the answer was yes, but you still felt it was polite to ask. he secretly wanted you to spend the night, he wants to have more time with you so of course he’s happily agreeing.

“cherie, you can spend as many nights as you want.” he sheepishly smiles watching you climb out of his car, heels crashing against the pavement following him inside.

“you know where the guest room is, I’ll find some clothes you can sleep in. maybe something Ferrari?” he jokes following you up the stairs, both splitting ways. as much as you know he’s joking, he’s also serious. he gives you a Ferrari shirt with the number 16 on it telling you to keep it for the next race.

“Charles, I can’t show up to the alpine garage in red.” you sigh pulling the shirt into your lap, nails tracing the numbers.

“that’s for when you join me, cherie. kika can cheer for Pierre while you cheer for me.”

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the bright red reflects into your sunglasses as you walk the paddock arm in arm with kika. two of you happy to be back at the paddock to support Pierre, but also Charles. he had paddock Ferrari passes arrive at your hotel room before you even entered the space, he so badly wanted you there for him.

“I can’t believe you actually do have someone else to root for.” kika stops in front of the alpine hospitality, for the first time this season you won’t be joining her and your brother. even though you had the alpine pass in your back pocket, Charles was adamant he shows you around a winning garage.

you practically laugh at her words, “please Charles is just a friend.” your words feel weird coming off your tongue. she remembers the many drunk nights you confessed feelings for Charles. she knows you’re lying trying to save face, and in a way your heart reminds you too. because there comes the Ferrari driver in his red pants and red polo with a team member. god, he looked so good in those pants.

“okay if you say so,” she moves up the stairs to the alpine hospitality, you catch your brother in the window and he just waves at you. as much as he wants to be protective of you and tell you not to date Charles, he’s rooting for you both. he knows his friend is trying to hide his feelings for you, but he has the worlds worst poker face.

“cherie, red is your color.” Charles places a friendly kiss to your cheek, both of you turning to walk in the direction of the Ferrari garage. his hand placement is dangerously low on your back as he steers you away from media and fans attempting to walk up to him. he politely declines answering questions, but happily takes pictures with his fans.

you love watching the little smile form on his face hearing words of encouragement for the Ferraris and to him. in a way, he’s hoping you pick up on how much people adore him, he thinks maybe it’ll help you fall in love with him. of course, he’s oblivious and doesn’t know you already are in love with him.

“people really do love you.” you turn once more, heading in an area that was only for drivers and the people who had exclusive access— the garages. he stops and wishes a few drivers well on free practice, they do the same, and even a few give you some confused looks as to why you’re in a Ferrari shirt and not wearing something pink for alpine.

“I hardly notice.” he shrugs trying to play cool, but you read right through it and just laugh pushing your body against his side. he gladly wraps his arm around your waist arriving to the garage where Carlos and isa are chatting with some engineers.

“oh finally someone to talk with!” isa grabs your hands, completely ignoring whatever her boyfriend was now talking about, “thank you, Charles for finally getting another girl in here.” she flashes a smirk to him and he’s sputtering trying to find words. Carlos just laughs having never seen him so lost before.

“don’t get too excited y/n is just Charles friend.” Carlos pats the younger man on the shoulder, “right?” he asks, and it’s like everyone around here knows something you don’t. the words Carlos used hurt a little, but what did you expect? Charles is not smitten for you, it’s the other way around.

“I mean she is my friend but she’s not like just a friend you know?” Charles tries to explain himself but he fails to find the right words. you all watch his face turn the color of his outfit and it’s quite funny. it’s the first time you actually notice he thinks of you as more than what you thought.

“come on isa, let’s leave Charles to finally ask y/n out.” Carlos takes his girlfriend, and the two disappear in the garage leaving you two alone.

you wait, arms crossing over your chest you move closer to him, “don’t be shy, you should know my answer.” you look up at him, eyes glimmering in the light it’s the first time he notices the dilation in your pupils for him.

“you actually want to go out with me?” he’s shocked, all this time he thinks his gestures have gone unnoticed or fallen on deaf ears, but in reality you were right there picking them up.

“if you don’t ask you’ll never know.” you say in a sing song tone, he takes a step closer now, there’s barely any space between the two of you. you can practically hear his breathing pattern under all the noise.

“y/n, will you go on a date with me?”

“was getting worried you’d never ask me, but yes I will.”

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[heehoonieluvs]

hello!! i really loved ‘the locker rooms’ with hee, and i was wondering if i could request a short drabble in that series/universe lol (if that is okay!) of hee and the readers first time together? especially since hee is so down bad for them 😩

also i love love!! how u write heeseung 😩 idk it just hits diff i love it lolol

First time

Basketball captain Heeseung x reader

Fluff, smut

The way that the members are depicted in this story has nothing to do with how they really are or how I feel they are. It is all solely for the storyline so please bear that in mind 🫶

Tysm for sending in this request 🩵 I do apologise that it’s a lot longer than expected but I got too carried away 😅

Warnings: MDNI, cursing, pet names, loss of virginity, oral (f & m receiving), fingering (please let me know if I need to add any more 🤍)

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It had been about 3 months since Heeseung had finally asked you to be his girlfriend. It was safe to say that it had been the best 3 months your life, full of the best cuddles, kisses, the cutest dates and so much more. And for Heeseung it was the same… except he was fighting his inner demons so hard to not devour you every moment you two were together.

He kept his sinful thoughts to himself as he didn’t want to scare you off with the filthy things he wanted to do with you. There were times where he was close to getting a taste of you but you always stopped him before things went too far as you were a virgin. The first time you told him, he lifted your head by your chin and left delicate pecks on your bright red cheeks, reassuring you that there was nothing to be embarrassed about. So every time you got nervous from his touches, he’d never push you to do anything and end the night with the biggest cuddles.

The truth was that you were just as needy for him as he was for you. But knowing his reputation before you got together, it made you worry that you wouldn’t be able to satisfy him the way that he wanted. It felt embarrassing that you were in your second year and still hadn’t slept with anyone. So instead, you resorted to touching yourself to the thought of your gorgeous boyfriend whenever he wasn’t around. You knew that he would never judge you for being a virgin but you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself and make him want to go back to the way he was before.

It was a Sunday night at Heeseung’s flat and you had just submitted your essay. You could’ve gotten it done quicker if it weren’t for your needy boyfriend kissing your neck and begging you to pay him some attention. Once you shut your laptop, you turned to your boyfriend who was sat on his bed with a cheeky grin on his face. Seeing how snuggly he looked, you bounced over to straddle his lap and engulfed him in the biggest bear hug

“Ah finally! My baby is paying attention to meeee” he whined into your neck

His fluffy hair tickled your face so you brought your hand up to run your fingers through the strands. He hummed in satisfaction as you played with his hair and rocked you side to side

“How about we put on a movie and I’ll get us a takeaway? Does that sound good my princess? He asked as he rubbed his nose on yours before giving you a kiss

“Are you sure darling? You’ve got a game coming up tomorrow and I don’t want your coach to have a go at you”

You could barely keep eye contact with him as he gazed up at you with so much love in his eyes, making your stomach feel like it was doing flips

“Don’t worry baby, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. And anyways, it’s to celebrate my pretty girl for being so smart and beautiful” he teased

You rolled your eyes jokingly “Babe, I submitted one assignment. I don’t think that makes me that smart” you giggled at his goofiness

“Yes it does babyyyyy! And we should always celebrate the fact that I have the most gorgeous princess in the whole world to myself” he started to brag with a smug smile

He ordered you both all of your favourite foods from the takeaway around the corner and you snuggled under the covers whilst watching a movie you had been looking forward to. His arm was draped around you and he pulled your legs over his lap so it almost looked like he was cradling you like his baby. As he looked down to stare at your face, he couldn’t help but wonder how he got so lucky despite how much of a dick he was in the past.

It was like you were some kind of angel sent for him when you entered his life. Before you, his grades had started to decline as he only focused on basketball and getting his dick wet. But once you blessed him with your presence, it was like he became a new person. He wanted to be a better person to prove to you that he was capable of being the man that you deserved to worship you for the rest of your life. And now that he’s yours, he could never even think about any other woman apart from you.

You looked so adorable, snuggled under the covers in his favourite hoodie. You were so invested in the film so he took his time to concentrate on every part of your beautiful face. From the way your eyes sparkled in awe, the way you slightly pouted in concentration whenever something interesting was being said, and the way your adorable nose would scrunch up whenever the actors said something outrageous.

He was in such a daze that he barely picked up on the moans coming from the TV as an intimate scene came up. The scene was extremely realistic and intense, even to him. And when he looked back at you, your eyes slightly dropped from embarrassment but he picked up on your legs slightly squeezing together

Even though he always tried to avoid it, he couldn’t help but tease you because he found it so cute. He leaned down to whisper softly into your ear

“Are you enjoying it princess?”

Your doe eyes widened as you looked at him with your bottom lip jutted out

“U- uh no what do you mean?” You turned away from his teasing gaze

He pulled you in closer to rub his nose on your warm cheek

“It’s ok princess I’m only teasing. You know it’s not something to be embarrassed about?”

By the way your legs carried on moving over his lap, he felt that he could test the waters a bit more, but not enough to make you feel uncomfortable. So he brought his left hand up to your upper thigh soothe your shaking legs. As he stroked you turned your face towards him again but kept your line of vision down, at his hand on you. Your fingers played with your bottom lip (a habit that you did whenever you were nervous and drove your boyfriend crazy). The hand that was on your lap delicately pulled your fingers away from your lips before he kissed them

“Pretty girl, you know I can’t resist you whenever you play with your soft lips like that. It almost makes me jealous that I’m not the one doing it to you” he interlocked your fingers and brought his face closer to yours

Sensing the closer proximity, your looked back up to him and the two of you looked into each others eyes and lips. It was like the was an invisible force that pulled you both together as you leaned in for a kiss.

You guys had kissed many times before, but this one felt different. He cradled your face gently to angle it perfectly and you rested your hands by his shoulders. The two of you moved your heads in sync to deepen the kiss and each movement made it feel more and more intense. Heeseung wanted more so he ran his tongue on your bottom lip to ask you permission to open your mouth. When you granted him access, he wasted no time to stick his tongue in your mouth to play with yours. As the two of you engaged in a wet french kiss, you felt his hand run down your body to land on your ass. All of a sudden a rush of panic washed over you and you pulled away

“I’m so sorry princess did I go too far?” Heeseung questioned with so much worry written on his face

“No. No I promise you didn’t. It’s just me” you said timidly “I do want to do it with you, I promise baby. I’m just scared”

“What is it that you’re afraid of pretty baby? Is it me?” He asked

You panicked “No! You could never scare me bambi. I just… I guess I’m just scared that I won’t satisfy you and I can’t compare to all the girls you’ve been with”

He let out a sigh of relief but also sadness. He didn’t realise that you had been feeling this way and was frustrated at himself for not picking up on your insecurities earlier

“Oh baby, is that what’s been holding you back all this time?”

You nodded your head slightly, not wanting to speak in case your voice trembled

“Look at me my baby. That’s it, show me that pretty face. No one, and I mean no one, will ever be able to satisfy me the way you do. You could just look at me and that would make me so much more fulfilled than any other person could make me. You have no idea how much I crave you every second of the day. I’m having to hold back from touching you in such dirty ways and make you feel so fucking good and it’s absolute torture baby. Ever since I saw you for the first time, I’ve been wanting to devour you but I will only do it if you are absolutely sure that you want me to do it. If whatever’s holding you back is because of the nobodies that were a part of the past, then please don’t worry your pretty head about it princess. Just think of how good I can make you feel”

He nibble your ear and proceeded to press kissed from your cheek, to your nose and finally your lips

“Wait Hee. I- um, well I- I haven’t shaved… down there though” you whispering shyly

God Heeseung thought he was going to bust a nut from how fucking adorable you were right now

“Oh baby, you’re so fucking cute! You don’t have to worry about small things like that. Are you going to be bothered about me not being shaved down there?”

You shook your head no

“Well there you go baby. You’re not bothered by my body hair and I am most definitely not bothered by yours. And anyways, just thinking about your cute little bush hiding your wet pussy is enough to make me cum right now” he growled at the end

Your eyes widened at his vulgar words. It was obvious now just how much he had been holding in this entire time and you felt a bit daft for doubting how much he wanted you this entire time

He brought his hand back up to cradle your face again to stroke your cheek

“Do you want to carry on baby? Because trust me, I want nothing more than to be buried in you but you have to tell me that you want this too”

“Yes I want it Hee. Please?”

“Oh fuck yes baby thank you”

Not wanting to waste another second, he pulled you in for the sloppiest kiss you guys ever shared. He ran his tongue all over your mouth, sucking your tongue and licking your saliva up. You wanted to feel his skin on yours so you tugged at the bottom of his tank top to hint at him. He pulled away from you and lifted his arms

“Strip me baby”

You climbed off his lap and peeled every barrier of clothing away to reveal his gorgeous body. Before you got to his boxers, you sat back on your knees to admire his sculpted figure. He would be lying if he said he didn’t go to the gym more than usual to distract him from wanting to use you has his cardio workout

The way his muscles were flexing made you drip and wonder what they’d feel like rubbing on your pussy. His hair trailed down from under his belly button and moved down under the last item of clothing that hid his prized possession

“Please take it off princess, I can’t wait any longer” he begged with his round eyes

You slowly pulled his boxers down and his red throbbing cock bounced out and tapped you on your chin. You gasped as the tip leaked with his pre cum onto your face. He giggled at your surprise face and the way you looked so tiny by his dick. It was safe to say that you were both impressed and nervous when you saw just how much you boyfriend had been packing this entire time. You quickly sat back up to strip off your clothes before he grabbed your hands to stop you

“No baby, that’s my job”

He flipped you around so you were laying on the bed and carefully stripped off your (his) clothes piece by piece, admiring your body the entire time. He was practically drooling when he got to your underwear, not knowing which one he wanted to take off first. His hands delicately reached under your back and he unclasped your bra.

When he pulled the cups away, he stared at your perky boobs. Your hardened nipples looked so inviting that he felt the urge to suck on them. You gasped as his warm mouth surrounded them and you let out a small moan which caused him to involuntarily grind into his bed. The tip of his tongue flicked over your sensitive nipple on your left breast and his thumb rub over your right one. After a few more licks, he swapped side to give the same treatment to your other breast

“Please give me more” you whined

“Ok ok princess. Bubba will give you more” he cooed

He started to litter kisses all the way down to your crotch where he was met with the sweet smell of your arousal. His fingers hooked over the side of the crotch to reveal your wetness. The way your juices spread all over your lips made him want to go feral. He pealed your damp panties from you and made himself comfortable between your spread legs

“Can I have a taste pretty baby? I promise it will feel good”

You turned away in embarrassment

“That’s dirty though” you whined

He chuckled “No baby it’s sexy. I want nothing more than to bury my face between your legs till you’re creaming in my mouth. Will you please let me do it?” He begged

You shyly nodded at him and he looked like a kid who just got his favourite lollipop

He went straight in to lick at your entrance to get as much of your juices as possible. It was so sweet and he knew from that moment that he would need to taste you every day no matter what. He pulled back from you to spread your lips apart and reveal your swollen clit. His lips went to suck and lick the tiny button, which made you scrunch your legs up to move away from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. But there was no way Heeseung was going to let you deprive him from your taste again

He grabbed onto your thighs to pull you even closer so your couldn’t move away

“Don’t run away from me baby. Feel the way I suck on your cute pussy”

His head shook side to side with his tongue stuck out full. The wetness from your pussy mixed with his saliva had spread all over his face and your thighs. Each lick made you let out such pornographic sounds that you didn’t realise you were capable of making. It turned him on so much, seeing you in so much pleasure. His hips at this point were humping his bed rapidly to simulate how he wanted to fuck you

“Oh fuck dadd- oh” you clasped your hand over your mouth from the slip up

Your boyfriend stopped his actions and you were worried that you had just screwed everything else

“Say that again princess”

“Huh?”

“I said. Say. That. Again” he growled

“Daddy?”

“Oh fuck yes princess say it again”

As he stared into your eyes, his face lowered back down to stick his tongue back into your soaking hole

“Ah shit daddy!”

“Again!”

“Daddy!”

“Fucking yes princess. Carry on calling for daddy. Give me your hands. Whenever you feel something really good, push daddy’s head into your cunt” and with that, he went back to torturing your pussy with his mouth

Whenever he sucked on your clit, you tugged at his roots and raised your hips to grind yourself onto his perfect face. You planted your feet flat onto his bed to hump up onto him even more. Your boyfriend’s eyes rolled to the back of his head with each roll of your hips. It turned him on so much that he was giving you so much pleasure that you have never received from anyone.

A sudden feeling of possessiveness overcame him as he had a small thought of you ever being with someone else. So your poor self was lifted so your shoulders remained on the bed and your legs were hooked over Heeseung’s broad shoulders and he got on his knees. Your hips were completely lifted off the bed so he towered over you with your pussy still in his face.

“I promise you baby, I am going to make love to you everyday for the rest of your life.”

He carried on eating you out and slurping your pussy and in all honesty, he was getting more pleasure from it than you

You felt your orgasm coming and you panicked from the overwhelming feeling

“Wait baby! I think I’m going to cum”

“Ok princess, cum all over my face” he moaned into your centre

“No it’s ok you can stop! That’s dirty!” You screamed

He lowered you back onto the bed and you though he was going to stop, but he layed back down and carried on sucking your clit

“Fucking cum baby. You’ve been holding me back from tasting your sweet cum for too long and there’s no way you’ll take it away from me again. Now give me your cum NOW!”

You had no choice but to grab onto the back of his head and hump his face vigorously till you finally creamed all over his mouth

He whispered about how amazing you tasted as he pecked all over your pussy. Your legs were shaking from the overstimulation so you gently pushed his head away from your core

Seeing how dazed you were, he crawled up to kiss you softly and nuzzled your noses together

“Thank you baby, you tasted so good. How do you feel?” He whispered in your ear

“So good bubba. Thank you”

You started to catch you breath so you brought you hand to his throbbing cock which had been leaking onto your stomach. He hissed from your soft, tiny fingers wrapping around him. When you started to rub up and down, he choked on his moans

“Can I have a taste Hee?”

“You don’t have to baby”

“But I want to. Please daddy?” You pouted at him

How could he say no to that?

He sat with his back against the headboard and made himself comfortable as you situated yourself between his legs

“Take your time princess. Don’t push yourself too much ok?”

“I promise daddy. Could you help me?”

“Of course I can darling. Just give it a little lick. There you go”

You leaned down and gave his hard cock some kitten licks. When his moans get louder, you add in some kisses and small sucks as well to test how he’d react. And from the way he threw his head back, you could tell that you were doing something right.

You brought your hands up to help your mouth. As they ran up and down his shaft, you carried on sucking on him

“That feels so fucking good baby. Can you suck on the tip? And use you hand to rub on my balls. Oh fuck YES”

You did exactly as he asked and you swear you’ve never seen something so hot in your entire life. You now understood why your boyfriend got off from giving you pleasure as the sight of your boyfriend right now was enough to make you cream again

You dipped your tongue into his slit and he let out a moan you’d expect to only hear in porn. He launched forward from the headboard from the feeling, and swung back to throw his head back against the bed. Seeing this reaction, you got greedy and wanted to see more of it. So you puckered your lips to left a glob of spit dribble onto his fat cock and carried on sticking your tongue onto his tip. One hand jerked him off vigorously whilst the other fondled his heavy balls

“Baby! Baby! Fuck yes! Please suck my tip. Suck it!”

You wrapped your lips around his leaking red tip and sucked as hard as you could. He warned you that he was about to cum so your sucked harder and stroked him faster and faster till his load bursted into your mouth. You kept him in your mouth and took him in a bit more to suck up every drop of his cum

Never in a million years would your past self think about putting a guy’s dick in your mouth. But with your boyfriend, you were more than willing to swallow all of his hot cum as his legs twitched around you

Heeseung thought he had blacked out from the most mind boggling orgasm he had every experienced. It felt like he was seeing stars once the pleasure washed over him, and seeing that it was you who gave it to him made it feel like he was living in a dream. Despite the dirty act you just did, you looked so innocent and cute between his legs and he thought he could nut again just from that sight.

The two of you layed side by side and made out for about 20 minutes as he praised you for how well you did

“Did it feel good princess? I didn’t push you too much did I? I promise I wanted our first to be more romantic and slow but I just couldn’t resist you” his lips remained on yours as he spoke to you

“It was perfect bambi. But you still haven’t been inside me yet so we can still have our romantic first time together” you teased

You didn’t think that he still had any energy left in him but as soon as you said that, he jumped up to fish into his bedside table to get a condom from a new box

“Well aren’t you prepared handsome” you giggled as his fast hands struggled to take the plastic film off the box

“I’ve been waiting for this to happen for so long baby. I had to be prepared for whenever you were ready”

He looked so cute trying to enthusiastically get a condom out but his palms were too sweaty to get a hold of them. Seeing you giggle at him, he started whining

“Please help me baby! I can’t do it” he looked like a sad puppy from being frustrated

You took the box from him and opened the box with ease before taking a condom out and ripping the package open. He took the condom from you and swiftly slid it onto his hardened cock

“Are you ready for me princess? We’ll take it very slow” he pumped himself a few times whilst looking at you lovingly

You smiled back and gave him a firm nod. Now that he had your consent, he stuck his middle and ring fingers in his mouth and sucked on them before bringing them to rub around your entrance. A gasp left your lips as he pressed a digit in and slowly eased it into you. Given that you were already soaking wet, his fingers slipped into you with a slight stretch

“Do you ever finger yourself babygirl?”

“Yea”

“Really? What do you think about darling?”

“You”

He groaned at your response and curled his fingers up to find your g spot, making you gasp in shock

“Oh did I find your sweet spot baby? I bet your cute fingers are too tiny to find this spot aren’t they? Only daddy could ever make you feel like this. Tell me love, what do you imagine daddy doing to you?”

“Daddy fucks me till I cum all over him” you were too lost in pleasure to feel embarrassed about what you were confessing to your boyfriend. But your boyfriend thought it was the hottest thing he’s ever heard

“Yea? Do you want daddy to fuck you now? Have him stretch your tiny pussy with his thick, hard, throbbing cock”

“Yes please daddy. Fuck me”

He lined his tip up with your entrance and slowly rocked into you

“Tell me if it’s too much princess. I don’t ever want to hurt you” he stroked the apple of your cheek

You turned your head to kiss his palm and pulled him down by the neck to kiss him on the lips

“It’s ok I trust you. Just keep going”

He fucked you nice and slow, making sure to angle his hips perfectly to hit your spot. Your mouths hung open as you let out breathy moans.

“Please go harder Hee” you begged

“Anything for you princess”

His hips snapped harder and his tip hit deeper than thought was already possible. He felt like he was on cloud 9 right now. Seeing his angel moan for him and receiving pleasure from him. With his past hookups, he was never vocal. It was one thing that the past girls complained about. But with you, he couldn’t contain that pornographic sounds from coming out. Your tightness made him feel so overwhelmed with pleasure he’s never experienced before. He was sure his neighbours would be able to hear him moan out for you with the volume he was moaning at. But he didn’t care at all

Feeling the need to suck your tits, he flipped you so you could ride him at your own pace

“Come on baby, ride me. Use me any way you want”

You moved your hips at a pace that had you both almost in tears from how good it felt. He lips were like magnets onto your breasts as he slobbered all over them. His wondering hands went down to your ass and spread your cheeks apart. You gasped when you felt a light pressure on your puckered rim

“Oho does baby like that? Does baby want daddy to play with her little hole? Trust me baby, daddy wants nothing more than to kiss and lick all over your cute asshole but we can try that next time ok? I still need to stretch out your perfect pussy before we get to your other hole”

The filthy words coming out of his mouth pushed you closer to the edge. So you started to speed up your hips and the closeness of your bodies caused you to grind your clit onto his pelvis. Your eyes rolled back and Heeseung swore that he was going to cum just from that

You carried on riding him till you both reached your climax. He grabbed your faced and smashed his lips onto yours to swallow your moans as you milked each other’s orgasms. You hugged each other close and rocked on him, wishing the feeling could last longer

The kisses carried on for a few more minutes as your orgasms die down. His delicate fingers stroked your spine to calm you down and he pressed kisses wherever he could reach. The ticklish feeling made you giggle and it warmed his heart. God you were absolutely perfect for him

He helped you off him and threw his condom away before getting a bath ready for the two of you. You were pampered by him for the rest of the night and it ended with the two of you cuddled up in his bed, admiring each other’s faces

“Such a good baby. I love you so much” his eyes never left your face as he rambled on about how much he loved you

“I love you more my bambi”

He laughed shyly at your response

“Not possible princess”

Author’s note: Once again tysm for sending in this request! I hope you all enjoyed it! Please feel free to leave requests in my inbox and I’ll try my best to get through them!

Thank you so much for taking the time to read through my work and I hope you look forward to more 🩵

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[iwaasfairy]

omg atsuko… i miss that little incest demon 🫶😭

GiRL YOU AND ME BOth I missed him so much I miss his stupid smug face and his attitude and his clinginess and I !!! AgHDJFJFJ hang on I wanna give you a little snippet I scrapped from a fic of his ♡♡♡

tw mom x son incest, dubcon, possessiveness

The weight on you is much too heavy. The brief nap is therefore interrupted without an apology when you groan and try to free your arms from under his muscular chest. At your movement he breathes a soft laugh into the top of your hair, and squeezes you into a solid hug. “Hmn, you remember when we used to cuddle like this every afternoon?”

“That was-” you huff, and one of your arms make it out just enough to pet down his curly head of hair and between his shoulders “before you outgrew Tooru. Ahg- Atsuko, you’re too heavy, get off-”

Instead of listening, he chuckles and just turns his face towards you, and hovers that smiley, cursed mouth just a breath away. You could struggle. You could try to get out from under him. But he’s got that glint in his eyes that’s basically daring you to try, so the best you’ve got is to stare him down instead. And your boy just raises a brow, before sliding one hand up your shoulder to hold your throat. “Ohhh, am I? Poor you.”

He leans down to kiss your lips slowly and too deeply, enjoying dragging his tongue along yours as you wiggle, and then sits up halfway to allow you room to sit up. But before you can slide out of the couch, his large hands wind around your waist, and one hand hooking under the elastic of your panties, he turns you around and pulls you right back into his lap— his lips rosy. “C’mere. I haven’t gotten to -hm.” He cuts himself off by grinding his hips up against you, and forcing you to hold steady on his stomach. “-let me see your tits. Please.”

“Ko—,”

He doesn’t wait before sliding his hands under your loose comfy shirt and pulling it up over your head, rubbing himself against you as he moans. “Come on, dad’s not gonna be home for hours, and I’m hard just thinking about it.” He is. The flimsy athletic shorts are doing nothing to hide the feeling of the heat of his center against you, or the twitching of his hard cock as it is rolled along your slit. “Got hard seeing you,” he takes one tit into his mouth for a few seconds, before switching to your mouth to moan, “laying here with no bra, moaning my name-”

“I wasn’t,” you quickly breathe back, trying not to whimper as he takes your other tit and rolls the nipple along his teeth, making you jerk against him.

“You so were, mom.” He lifts you a little to push the damp cotton of your panties aside and instantly starts rubbing two fingers in lazy circles over your clit, and then smiles. His mouth is back on yours and swallowing down an embarrassingly needy moan and you— cant help it, you wrap your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. “I know you like me most. That’s why you always get so fucking wet.” He pants in between kisses, sliding thick fingers through the mess and opening you up. “Makes that pretty pussy so sloppy and I haven’t even- taken out my cock yet, hm? You want my cock to fill you up?”

That dirty mouth doesn’t stop, not even when he starts kissing down your neck in sloppy, possessive kisses— tracing marks he definitely left on purpose last time too. Your pussy feels so hot and needy, and you don’t fight it when your body longs to chase after the touch to sit down onto his fingers when he slides them into you with a satisfied hum. “Mom.” You left your boy pull back to pull his shirt over broad shoulders too, and ignore the look he gives when you rock yourself down onto his touch with tiny whimpers. “Mom, take out my cock, c’mon. You’re dripping all over my shorts, and I know you want to moan my name.”

“You’re so— agh- f-fuck-” He hoists you up onto your knees to suck a trail of sloppy kisses down your tits, and rubbing impatient but good, such good, motions over your needy clit— before using his free hand to shove his own shorts down his thick thighs. Your pussy clenches when he rests his face against your midriff, and fucks two long fingers into you until you drip down his hand, and the touches grow more teasing.

When he looks up he has that smug smile again though, and long lashes cant hide the amusement at your tense look, biting back moans. “I’ll help you, like the adoring son I am. Here, see?” He takes his cock to brush it along your messy slit, the head glossy and flushed as the thick, heavy length seems to get even more hard by the second. And with his pants halfway down his legs, he looks at you before patting his thigh. “Say ‘thank you, baby’. I can make you say my name when you’re getting fucked— you can’t help yourself, right?”

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[dykeomania]

ellie williams likes someone who matches her energy.

18+. a run-on-sentence-ramble. minors, cis men, and ageless blogs -- please dni.

like, if she goes hard, you go harder, and now? you're just trying to see who folds first. she likes getting into playful arguments that she knows she will never win. likes entertaining them because she likes pissing you off -- likes backing you into a corner with her words and her frame and seeing what you'll do, because, okay, so then, what's up? ellie williams likes to get close to your face and go hm? and watch you get close enough for her to take in the potion of mint on your breath and fragrance on your neck, and listen to you go mm. with those low, confident eyes and that demure, gloss-coated smirk. she likes to pretend that you don't make her knees buckle. that when her hand slips beneath the waistband of her briefs late at night, she doesn't recall looks like those -- those kinds that make her head spin, that make her body beg to the tips of her fingers (cont).

she likes to act like the grip she's developing on your hip is completely exemplary, but only is emblematic of "keeping it cool" -- keeping it lowkey. when she kisses you and she latches onto your lower lip, sucking slowly with blatant intention, you forget yourself. the kiss is tender enough to cause you to weave your fingers into the hair on the back of her head, and pull. causes your body curve into hers, beckoned by the will of her forefingers curling into the fabric of your skirt and gripping. she likes to act like the way you make her bend for you doesn't make her wanna find some way to get you closer (she knows how; she also knows a place, all you've gotta do is say when). she likes it when things slow down and your energies no longer clash, but collide; like tides buckling underneath each other, combining and rolling under one another so effortlessly, and yet managing to cause something so seismic. like managing to shift the energy of the entire party -- or maybe you're just delusional. but if the world exists, then it's to sink in energy level to make room for the two of you. it shifts from hues of bright pink and roaring reds to mellow blues, and lulling purples.

she likes it when your bodies stop fighting a war and start having a conversation. that back and forth, push and pull banter consisting of bites, rolls, and enough tongue to make whatever experience that existed before the two of you feel like the fragments of a half-forgotten dream. the question of what are you trying to do? is unspoken and yet hangs off your tastebuds in saccharine strands. ellie laps them up, eager as ever, eager as always, and honest to god, sometimes ellie forgets. she's reminded that this? is irreplaceable. that unbeatable, slow song kind of chemistry. that energy between the two of you that leads you to roll wherever ellie rocks, and the best thing is, it's always been that way. and for as long as you keep demonstrating it by continuing to move your hips into hers just like that, trust me when i tell you that ellie is, and will forever be, down for whatever.

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[zombholic]

MY KIND OF LOVE — abby anderson

summary — illegal boxing was never on your bucket list until your friend brought you to one.

description — poc fem!reader, illegal boxer!abby, reader has tattoos and a couple of piercings, mentions of drug usage, bidding, sexual themes, not for minors.

chapters — two, three, four, pending.

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“Jesse, I really don’t wanna see your ass get rocked by some she-hulk.” You were wiping down the bar as it was starting to close up, your annoying but dear friend for many years was indeed begging you to go to one of his also many illegal boxing matches.

“No Y/nn, listen if you go with me I swear I will fix your car for free, please I just want someone to go with me.” He clasped his hands together under his chin begging you.

“Fine, only because you’re fixing my car for free.” Rolling your eyes at the boy man.

“I’ll pick you up at 10.” He shoots you a wink before heading out the bar doors.

Sliding your arms into your sweater you turned the light off on the open sign and locked the doors, quickly getting into your tiny vehicle to speed back to your even tinier apartment.

You were quick to freshen up, only wearing basketball shorts and a black wife pleaser that showed off your tattoo pieces. You slipped on your worn out black converse and left your natural, it was an underground boxing match there was no need to dress up so you quickly shot Jesse a text that you’re ready.

Jesse was there in ten minutes, you guys reached a very strange looking building but he had assured you it was quote on quote safe.

He took you into a supposed locker room, and started wrapping his hands in a white wrap. He was shirtless with a pair of blue shorts, Jesse wasn’t ugly of course he was very attractive and if you weren’t a raging lesbian you probably wouldn’t had sex with him already.

“I wont lie, Abby scares me with the way she fights.” Jesse admitted as he started air boxing you.

“I would be scared her too— stop you’re fucking annoying.” You slapped his fists away.

“How much is the bidding anyways?” You both started walking over to the arena, it was small with quite a handful of people that looked like they would watch illegal boxing.

The ring was used and looked very unsanitary but you stood over the edge of the bars watching Jesse enter them, rubbing his shoulders trying your best to hype him up but deep down you knew he was going to get his shit rocked.

“I think it was around two grand.” He took a chug of his water.

The arena grew louder, Abby’s name being chanted as you watched her jog down to the ring. Her hair in tight dutch braids, you could see the bandage wrapped around her chest that poked out of her white fitted tank top, her red shorts showing off her toned thighs that could actually crush you to death.

“I am not bidding on you.” You gave him a worrisome glance before jumping down and taking your place in front of some people.

“Now who’s ready to see our boy Jesse get his ass demolished by the one and only Abby Anderson!” You swore you saw this episode on spongebob and knew it was not going to end well.

“Start bidding motherfuckers! Money goes in the bucket!” A guy and a girl running around collecting money from the crowd, the howls and roars from them only getting louder.

This was not your environment.

You watched at they placed in their mouth guards, Abby slowly walking around Jesse like she was ready to rip his jugular out. She was first to hit him with a punch straight to his cheek, the blood already spewing out his mouth.

Wincing at the sight you couldn’t look away, he begged you to come here to watch his get obliterated by this woman who literally beats men for a living.

Jesse threw an uppercut under her chin she was quick to wipe the blood off her lips, her expression was deadpanned. She threw a couple more hits to his stomach, nose and his head. You watched your friend collapse to the floor his face screamed in excruciating agony.

The round was called out since he was on the floor, you ran over to him crawling under the rubber like bars making your way to him trying not to touch the blood or else you would pass out too. Grabbing his face you pushed his hair away from him seeing the bruises forming on his stupid face.

“Need your girlfriend to revive your bitchass?” Her mocking voice spoke behind you.

“I’m not his girlfriend Ms. She-Hulk, and fuck off you won stop being a bitch.” You turned your head to shoot her a glaring look.

She shot her hands up in defense, her tongue poking her cheek with the cockiest smirk plastered across her bloodied face. “Don’t start with me girl.”

“Or what?” You stood up crossing your arms over your chest as you shot deathly rays into Abby’s face.

“I wouldn’t even have to prove anything.” She twirled your hair around her finger.

You were quick to push her shoulders back, the audacity she had to touch you was beyond comprehension. She barely budged, her build so broad and strong it was a joke to have even pushed her.

I guess your joke of a statement ticked her off, she was quick to pushback on you but harder causing you to fall back on your ass.

“I could do much worse than push you on your fucking ass little girl.” All you could do was look away the crowd was quick to chatter and mumble about the situation.

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authors note — i swear guys the other parts will be better I PROMISE this is the best i could do for someone who doesn’t know shit about boxing. ask to be on the tag list!!

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[eywathemother]

Fish Lips Part 5

Ship: Aonung x Kiri's twin sister!Reader

Warnings: Language, bullying, gore, fighting, talk of war, injury and blood, slow burn, enemies to lovers (not really a warning just some people don't like that trope), death of (a) character(s), not proofread

Words: 2,170

Keys: (y/n) = your name,,(y/i/n) = your Ikran's name,, Neural Queue= the braid extension of a Na'vi's nervous system that allows them to link up to animals and Ewya,,(y/II/n) = your ilu's name,,

Chapters; Introduction || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 ||

Spoilers for Avatar: The Way of Water A whole ass lot.

Did I tell yall I love ya??????? Nicest ppl ever, I just wanna hug ya n squeeeeze yaa. Okay funny story, my cat King Cinnamon is an insane orange cat, and I was watching Avatar again (It's literally on replay every time I write these fics) and he would only attack the screen when Jake was on the tv. I made him stop ofc, but it was hilarious, HE WOULD HUG THE TV AND TRY TO BITE JAKES FACE LMFAOOA. I don't think he likes Jake much (He is an avid tv watcher btw.)

I deleted this chapter like six times cuz I hated it, I still do but I'm tired of redoing it so I hope you all like it. Ik I said slow burn and it seems like I'm rushing but dw this story still has a long way to go.

It had become a routine of yours and Aonung's to sit on 'his' rock at night, normally just a silent moment between you both. Almost every night you would swim to the rock, and he'd be right next to you ten minutes later. Sometimes he would speak, other times you would, but normally it was just enjoying each other's company.

It has been four months, but you still weren't on the best of terms in your opinion. He'd still let out an insult here and there and you'd jab right back. You took notice of the drastic difference in his behavior towards you, especially lined up next to your siblings.

You didn't understand what was so special about you, you were practically a carbon copy of your brothers, especially Lo'ak who Aonung seemed to dislike the most. Well, technically both of you acted like your father when he was younger, according to your mother.

Rash, irresponsible, and shoot first, ask questions later. Of course, you'd just roll your eyes at that, you couldn't imagine your father getting into stupid fights and arguments. Which was in fact what you were doing in this exact moment with Lo'ak.

" You broke my necklace, you bitch." You yelled, the last part in English, and Lo'ak glowered at you, Tsireya cocked her head at you in confusion.

You stuck out your broken necklace, the beads missing and some handpicked rocks you got from home. His ears went back." Wasn't me!" He snarled, ears going back and smirk from his face falling." You were the only one in the Marui before it was broken." You pointed at his chest; he smacked your hand away.

" It wasn't me, stop always blaming me!" He yelled and you rolled your eyes." Oh yeah then-"

" Knock it off!" Kiri yelled at you two, glaring as well as she could as Tuk braided her hair. You both glared at each other." Mother fucker." You hissed in his ear quietly, and he side eyed you.

" Dickhead."

" Twat face."

You both covered your mouths and giggled to yourself at the childish insults, completely forgetting the argument you were just in." You guys should teach me English! I wanna know what you're saying!" Tsireya stated and you both looked at each other.

" Lo'ak can teach you." You smiled at her patting his back. Aonung, Rotxo, and Neteyam swam over. They were teaching Neteyam how to hunt under the water so that they could take him on hunts.

" What's up." Rotxo waved his hand in greeting, and You all waved back. " I'm trying to convince them to teach me English." Tsireya announced and Neteyam looked at you and you shrugged in response.

" I already caught on to one." Tsireya spoke proudly and you raised a brow." Oh yeah?"

" Yeah, 'bitch'." She repeated your words and you and Lo'ak cringed as Neteyam whipped his head at you two." That's...not really a good thing to say." Lo'ak explained and you snickered quietly to yourself.

"Oh, apologies." She went a bit lower in the water in embarrassment." What does it mean?" Rotxo asked and Aonung eyed you as you giggled with Lo'ak, he had been watching you a lot more, but you pretended not to notice. Neteyam rolled his eyes." It's an insult usually towards girls."

Neteyam glared at you, and you shrugged, you really didn't know she was going to catch on and take interest in your small talks in English with Lo'ak. It normally wasn't even a full conversation; it was more throwing insults and giggling about it afterwards. it was a little game you guys did, having childish humor like the two of you have it was just between you guys.

" Why are you insulting Lo'ak with a female insult?" Tsireya questioned and everyone turned to you." Because he's a big baby girl." You teased taking a braid in his hair and twirling it to piss him off.

He smacked your hand away as you snickered at his annoyance." Anyways, what do you wanna do today?" He asked and everyone looked at each other. " I'm gonna go fix the necklace you broke." You exclaimed huffing at Lo'ak who rolled his eyes." That's what you get for calling me a female insult." You saw a smirk on his face, and you rolled your eyes back at him.

" Seeya." You waved at them, and everyone said goodbye, except for Aonung he just gave a small wave. When you got out of the waters Kiri called you over.

"Yeah?" Kiri nudged her head towards the water where everyone else was." You have an admirer." She teased as Tuk moved her head back into place." Stop moovingg." Tuk whined, you turned your head a bit to catch Aonung flick his eyes back to your big brother. You shook your head." Nah."

" Yes so. He's been staring at you the entire time." You rolled your eyes and waved a hand at her." Okay, whatever you say." She shook her head and went back to her conversation with Tuk as you walked towards your Marui.

When you got back to your families pod your mother was there with Ronal. They stopped and turned to look at you as you awkwardly stood at the entrance." Oh, sorry." You gave a half smile and Ronal's face flickered to the necklace in your hand.

" My, you're quite the crafty one." She put her hands out, gesturing for you to place the necklace in her hands. You did so hesitantly." It was almost finished but it got broken." You explained rubbing the back of your neck.

She ran her hands along the rocks and beads, after an awkward silence she looked up at you." Would you like to help me craft sometime?" She asked, going back to looking at the necklace." Me? Sure!" You grinned at her, and she nodded.

" It's gorgeous dear." She complimented and your ears darkened. You bowed your head a bit in thanks." Thank you." You breathed and smiled, Neytiri handed you a basket as you began to turn and leave.

" Please grab some more fruits for dinner on your way back." She ran her hand over your hair affectionately and you leaned into her touch before she pulled away patting your shoulder.

You gave her a smile before you left to the woods behind the branches of woods that made up the Metkayina village. As you walked slowly through the batch of woods you heard the sound of footsteps behind you.

You turned around, Aonung staring at you with his unbothered stare that he has been giving you all week. You both just stared at each other awkwardly until you cleared your throat to speak." Are you following me?" You smirked and he looked away for a moment before meetings your eyes." No." He responded, surprisingly no smug or rude comment.

You squinted your eyes at him." You've been acting weird." You waited for a response, but he just started walking past you." I'll show you where the best place is to pick fruits if you zip your lip." He smirked at your face; annoyance plastered on it.

You raised an eyebrow at him." Fine then looks like you won't be sharing this amazing fruit picking location because my lips aren't gonna seal for you." You walked past him and continued straight. You didn't hear anything as you continued to walk forward, so you thought he was gone.

" Man, that boy." You mumbled, flicking a branch in front of you." What about me?" His voice rang out and you let out a quick scream. " Jesus Christ, man!!" You held your hand to your racing heart, he let a loud laugh." Who is Jesus Christ?" He asked and you scoffed." Some famous guy from Earth."

" That's a weird thing to yell out after being scared, do I look like Jesus or something?" He asked, his face looked serious, but his eyes were glistening with mirth. It was your turn to laugh." Not even close!" You bent over the basket you were holding your ears and cheeks a dark purple.

When you got done laughing you looked up at him, he was watching your face the whole time. A peaceful silence broke out as you stared at each other as you gained your composure." I still don't like you; you know." He spoke matter of fact, and you rolled your eyes.

" We were having a moment." You turned forward and began your walk again, which this time you noticed his presence." Why did you follow me out here?" Your question booming through the quiet forest. He didn't respond until you turned around to give him a quizzical look.

" I just wanted a walk, is it a crime that I accidentally ran into you." He shrugged and you squinted your eyes at him." In the same spot as me?" You quirked a brow at him, he folded his arms across his chest." It's a pathway bound to be walked on." He argued and he pointed forward.

" Plus, your headed to a beautiful spot where I like to sit." He took a step towards you with a smirk." Wanna join me?" He quizzed but you didn't by it. How come every time your alone and he shows up he claims you're on his spot or area.

After a few beats if silence, his smirk slowly turning to an annoyed pout." Fine don't, you're missing out though, on a great view." He was really trying to convince you to come without actually saying it.

" Oh please, I am the greatest view." You joked and his eyes roamed you up and down before he shrugged and spun on his feet." Hey what was that for?" You hissed at him, and you tugged his arm as you followed him through the trees.

" Aonung?" You looked up at the boy who was giving you a mischievous look. " Look." He poked your cheek directing your face forward as he moved a large leaf out of the front of you. " Woah." You breathed; a waterfall was in front of you with a lake surrounding it.

" See told you." He walked towards a rock and sits on it; you follow close behind looking at all of the plants surrounding the water." Do you have these in the forest?" He asked and you shrugged." Waterfalls and lakes yeah but some of the plants are different."

You admired a flower that was near Aonung's leg, and he looked down." How'd you find this place?" You asked, he placed his feet in the water." Well, it wasn't hard to find I just used my eyes." You scoffed, you moved onto a different rock, placing your mother's basket next to you.

You dipped one foot into the water, moving your feet in the warm water. You could feel his eyes on your and you turned your head his way." You've been staring at me." You spoke, and he turned his head fully towards you.

" I haven't." He scoffed in denial, and you rolled your eyes, smirking at him. " Well thanks for showing me your lovely place, I still don't like and I need to go get fruit for my mother." You stood up and he got up as well." I'll show you the fruit spot."

You unconsciously smiled at him which made him give you a quizzical look." What?" He asked and you wiped the smile from your face." What, I wasn't' smiling."

He rolled his eyes and gestured for you to follow, you picked up your pace and fell beside him as he walked you towards this fruit pocket of a sort. It was a peaceful silence that followed your walk towards the fruit but the whole time you were wondering as to why he was being so nice to you today.

" That necklace you had in your hand in the waters with Lo'ak," He broke the silence, but pausing to make sure you were listening." Who is it for?" You shrugged at his unusual question." It was more for a reminder of home, but since it lost some of it's pieces I don't think I'll finish it." You stated, smiling at the thought of Ronal's compliment of it." Why do you ask?"

" No reason." When you reached the area Aonung helped you pick some but reminded you he was doing himself a favor and not there to help you. When you got done picking you headed back with him, it was almost late afternoon, so you had to hurry it up.

" I still don't like you, forest girl." He reminded you once you reached the point where you went your separate ways." Yeah yeah, don't think I like you either fish boy." He shook his head and walked away. Today was definitely an odd day, but peaceful nonetheless, you felt like you were finally starting to fit in.

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Hi anonymous here! Can congrats on your milestone🍾🎊🎉 i was wondering if you could do a smiley or if you don’t do smiley baji with a sukeban (female delinquent) reader with the her beating them in a fight

Rock your world - Nahoya Katawa

Content: ask- based

Warnings: a fight scene (obviously)

Summary: Oh how wrong Nahoya was when he thought that you were a weak opponent...

Vixen's two cents: Omg yes theres way too little Katawa content out there it pains me! Also sorry for responding to this so late I just really couldn't decide on how to frame this one ughhh. fight scenes are hard to write comprehensively... Anyway thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Smiley thought that this would have been a quick little situation.

He'd thought that he could play and tease you a little too much and then get away with it: as he always does. Why wouldn't he? You caught his eye and he was in a good mood. What would stop him? But when you challenged him to a fight, his smile faltered a little. You kept up with him and his sarcastic jabs, even dishing out your own without batting an eyelash.

He denied the fight at first, thinking of the moral that Mikey had set up and was fiercely loyal to. If he were to go against his leader's words, it was sure to warrant repercussions. You noticed his reluctance and pointed it out, calling out to both his division and your friends who were standing beside, watching.

Elicited by your silver-tongued taunts and encouraging hollers from the by-standing audience, he rid himself of his jacket and took off his rings. Then it began. He wasn't all too serious at first, giving you some leeway as he weaved your advances, staying defensive. He had to hand it to you: despite being a girl, you were among the best opponents he's had so far, judging by your sharp, controlled movements, and your almost perfect form.

"Come on, you're not scared of me, are ya?" You started teasing him when you noticed how passive he had been throughout the fight. Bouncing on your heels a little you spurred him on, taking an upper had in the dynamic present.

"Listen, I don't hit girls." Smiley's voice was, whilst still teasing, a bit sharper, a bit deeper, loyal to the codex that Mikey had set up which he had devoted himself to (for the most part).

"Neither do I." you answered, without missing a beat.

That's when the codex flew out the window and Smiley decided he had to lock in. The signature smile widened and he rolled his shoulders back and stretched his fingers out before clutching them into tight fists again.

"Alright. Your choice." he said under his breath, just about loud enough for you to hear.

He moved towards you quick, fists aiming straight for your head, forcing you to take a more defensive stance. Miraculously you dodged and weaved all of his punches, and the only time he managed to snag you was a weak roundhouse punch that you blocked with your forearm.

Smiley was growing frustrated with you and your snake-like agility, the way you seemed to be falling into his patterns all too easily. He had to break out of his usual style to throw you off, somehow. He feinted a left jab and pulled through with the right fist, shifting his body to throw his weight into the punch, a sure strike, but nothing hit.

In a split second, you stood next to him on his open side, having dodged his hit. Nahoya's smile dropped as there was a brief moment of eye contact between you two, his hair being tousled by all the action, no longer shrouding his sight.

For the first time, he got a proper look at you up close and realized that next to being one of the strongest opponents he's ever had, you've got to be the prettiest of them all. The way your eyelashes curled, the small specks of color in your iris, the blush that spears across your cheeks from the activity... Nahoya felt his head spin just a little, and he lost focus.

You saw the opportunity and took it. The proximity and the height difference between you two allowed you to reel up for an uppercut, fist coming flying up towards his chin, aiming to deck him upside the jaw for a potential knockout, but Smiley snapped out of his daze faster than you anticipated, flipping his guarding arm down to block your punch.

You falter for a moment, stunned at his reaction time, but manage to regain your fever as you grab his blocking arm and hook your other hand underneath his armpit. Your hand comes to circle his back, digging into his shoulder blade as you step forth, pushing your body to his and shifting your feet to face parallel to your shoulders.

You exhale hard and yank his hand you're holding down, pushing his back, bending him over almost entirely, and with a quick hoist upwards, and support through your legs, you spun him inside down mid-air, pushing onto his chest and smashing him into the floor.

Nahoya can't move, or breathe, or do much of anything right now. He's splayed across the floor like a limp doll, eyes squeezed shut in pain, heaving gasps trying to regain the oxygen he was robbed.

what the fuck was that

He remembers looking at you, and then the next moment the world spinning, which was followed by pain. Never, ever had he engaged in a dual this short, and never, ever had he lost. Nahoya tries hard to move any muscle, but he lies there as if his body isn't his his own.

The small crowd around you two erupts into precarious cheers and whoops, and you indulge the attention. Victoriously, almost provocatively you swing one leg over his body and look down at him, your teeth glinting pretty as you speak. "What happened Devil-boy? I thought you were one of the best? Guess Toman ain't all that, huh?" There was a playful lilt in your voice that made his head spin even harder than it already was.

Nahoya cracks an eye open to look up at you and feels his breath get stuck in his throat again. His friends wolf-whistle as you begin to lower yourself, bending forward to come closer to his face.

"And here I thought we were gonna have some real fun... what a shame..." you sounded almost disappointed as you straightened up and stepped away from him, turning to face your friends again and walking in their direction as they cheered for your victory.

Nahoya's eyes fall shut again and he curses himself for not being able to do anything as he hears one of his squad-members rush next to him.

You spare a last glance over your shoulder, looking at his form once more before turning to leave again. "Come fight me again when you think you can take me properly... I think you were a little out of it today, no?"

Your words echoed in his head, as you left him defeated, pissed, and determined to take you on again. You might have K.O.'ed him today with that batshit move he's never seen before, but he'll get you back. Right then and there he decided that next time, he'll give you his all and fight, and then maybe take you out on a date afterward too?

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✦ FLOWERS AND RIVALRY ➞ 【ELLIE WILLIAMS】

pairing: domestic!ellie williams x reader

summary: just some good ole’ neighborly rivalry.

warnings: ellie is just being adorable, you’re the best girlfriend in the world, this kinda shit is just a daily occurrence with her

a/n: just a lil somethin’ to keep you babies satiated while i'm working on chapter four of “marley and me”! enjoy :)

You watched as Ellie plucked a cigarette from her back pocket, her hands covered in dirt all the way up to her elbows. Buying a house was a lot of work- you knew that going in- but what you hadn’t expected was for your girlfriend to get so competitive about the upkeep.

“The neighbors across the street put in new flower boxes. . . did you see them? Anyway, I ran to Home Depot and picked up a few things.” Her definition of “few” and yours must be completely different, because the second that she opened up the bed of her truck you nearly laughed right in her face. Planks, bags full of supplies, and more flowers than you could even count were all shoved into the tight space. A few strands of her newly chopped hair were sticking to her brow with sweat. It was almost as though she could sense that you were about to say something, because she flashed you that wide smile of hers. Her freckles on full display in the early evening sun, green eyes blazing as she stared at you. You shut your mouth right up, only realizing how pussy whipped you were the second that you began jogging back into the house, already grabbing her an ice cold beer from the fridge.

So there you sat, legs stretched in front of you as you lounged in the rocking chair on the front porch. You would offer to help, but you were prone to clumsiness. While Ellie was good with fixing things, you were very good at breaking them.

She lit the cigarette, closing her lips around the filter and going straight back to work. Her arms and upper back glistened with sweat, cheeks flushed from the sun. You watched as she blew out a plume of smoke from her nose, utterly enchanted by her. She probably smelled of sweat, dirt, and sunscreen. . . but she was perfect.

The two of you were friends for years before making things official. The both of you had pined after one another for what felt like ages before she finally made a move. Maybe that was why the both of you were still so smitten after four years. You cracked a small smile before standing up, moving over to the top step of the porch so that you could grab the beer bottle, weighing it in your hands.

“I’ll go get you a fresh one.” And without her even having to say anything you breezed back into the house, eager to at least offer some sort of assistance.

You opened the fridge, pausing as you heard her voice sound from outside.

“-thought the front yard needed something.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the beer and twisting the cap off before sauntering back in the direction of the front porch. The wooden floors of your home creaked under your bare feet as you made your way towards the front door. The neighbor was standing in his yard, hands on his hips as he spoke. Ellie had stood up and moved away from her project, motioning towards what she was planning on making a large flower garden.

“The ole’ lady also wanted to plant some vegetables this year, so I’ll be working in the backyard tomorrow. You and your husband should come over once it’s all finished. You guys hosted dinner last time. It’s our turn.” Ellie told him matter of factly.

You schooled your face into neutrality, fighting off the urge to scoff at her statement. You had mentioned wanting to grow beans and peppers in passing almost a month ago. The neighbor- Steven- nodded his head, squinting his eyes against the blaring sun.

“Yeah, Yeah. Cole and I would love to come over. I remember you telling me about changing the tiles in your guest bath, and we wanted to come see.” He said, already moving back towards his front door.

Ellie was beaming with pride, the cigarette she had been smoking tucked between two dirty fingers. “Sounds like a plan.”

It was only once Steven was back in his home that Ellie turned to face you, eyes wide as she discreetly pointed in the direction of his house.

“Did you see that? He was practically boiling with jealousy. He told me last month that he was redoing the kitchen, and that smug look on his face-”

“I can’t believe you’re getting in a pissing competition with the sweet gay dads across the street.” You whispered, shaking your head in disapproval before handing her the beer.

“It wasn’t me! They started it!” She whisper-yelled, trailing after you like a wounded puppy.

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── dating enhypen

a/n: my first post for the group, more under the cut :) basically how I think dating enhypen would be, enjoy this while I go fight the allergies that seem to spring up during this time for me.

warnings || none

heeseung

i think it would include lots of hoodie stealing (the author is a hoodie heeseung stan), anything that reminds (y/n) of him while he's not with them. despite his teasing pouts and comments about just buying the same one, he really does like how they look whenever they wear it. sometimes he'll even leave one in their closet whenever he comes over, and snap a few photos of them whenever they do wear his clothes for his wallpaper. video games! this might be self-indulgent but I can totally see the two of them competing and bonding over them. mario kart? street fighter? arcade dates are always fun, especially when they beat him in the piano tiles game. he says he always let (y/n) win, so (y/n) kisses him till he's no longer frowning. "what a sore loser" "i'm your sore loser" he quickly replied with a wink, laughing when (y/n) pushed him away out of embarrassment.

jay

remembers the little things; like their fast food order, their favourite characters and their favourite movies. he remembers the one time the two went window shopping, how (y/n) stared at a shirt a little longer than normal so he appeared one day at their door with the sweater in a gift bag and the sweetest smile on his features. he also remembers the places (y/n) liked to visit. like whenever they felt stressed, they ended up at the cafe in town. this one in particular had bookshelves lined with varies reading materials. jay knew that finals were coming up and (y/n) wasn't answering their phone, so he decided to poke his head in the cafe. once finding (y/n) in one of their reading nooks with their 3rd iced drink nearby, he took a seat next to them without a word. he leaned their head on his shoulder, resting his hand on their thigh and just peacefully enjoying the cafe music playlist. he knew words weren't needed, but when he felt them snuggle closer, he felt a small smile tug onto his lips.

jake

loves physical touch way too much. he always has a hand on (y/n), especially when they're outside, enjoys resting his hand on their waist and makes up excuses like 'oh I don't wanna lose you in the crowd' not that (y/n)'s minds. he has his clingy moments, especially when they haven't seen one another in a while. he enjoys last minutes dates, impromptu picnic in his backyard at 11pm at night? how about last minute tickets to a sports game that starts in 2 hours. the dates always end with a smile on the two of their faces, reflected in the polaroid photos decorating (y/n)'s bedroom. childish and loves to tease and pulls silly pranks, which usually ends with affection or food to make amends. also likes opening the door for them or pushing back their hair behind their ear, leaving a kiss on their foreheads as he pulls away with a shy smile.

sunghoon

dates at home were always the best, especially when they ended with cuddles or just being in each others arms. his favourite moments including when he rested his chin on their shoulder, peek over to see the page they were reading in their favourite book before busying himself with peppering their neck with soft kisses. "sunghoon you're being a bit distracting, I thought you said you wouldn't so I can read in peace" (y/n) commented while flipping to the next page. sunghoon pouted, his grip on their waist tightening. "couldn't help it, especially when the characters are making out and you're not doing that with me" he complained, (y/n) rolling their eyes before putting the book down and turning to give the pouty sunghoon the attention he wanted.

sunoo

playing rock paper scissors to see if it was a movie or kdrama night and who would be calling the take out place. the nice lady at the restaurant always enjoyed the bickering she heard on the phone between the two of you choosing which sauce to get with your food. sleeping in on your days off, just enjoying each others presence as the city around you get ready for the day. sometimes he likes listening as you mumble stories and questions he wouldn't know the answer to, enjoying the wonder and excitement in your eyes whenever you talk about things you're passionate about. "are you even listening to me sunoo?" "yes I totally believe that waffles are better than pancakes" was that what you were talking about for the last ten minutes? probably not, but waffles were pretty good.

jungwon

lots of cliché movie dates, your favourites are carnival ones. the sweet cotton candy, cute headbands he begrudgingly wears and losing your voices by screaming on the thrilling rides. pulling him towards the haunted houses and house of mirrors, you always end up clutching his hand a bit more than normal. he always smiles at this, kissing your cheeks after each one as a reward for not running off ahead of him. the night always end with cotton candy in your other hand, phone filled with photos and memories of the day. also the type to tease (y/n) by pinning them to the wall and caging them with his arms by their head like those movies, leaning in close before walking away like nothing happened. truly a menace.

niki

arcades, laser tag, batting cages, anything really that has the two of them outside and with one another. minus the 1v1s during laser tag and the arcade games that niki insists are essential and determine who's the best out of the pair, niki always has the biggest grin whenever he beats (y/n) which ends up with him tackling them and tickling them. (cue the arcade worker glancing over at them before shrugging and going back to the front.) totally winning (y/n) a plushie to see their huge smile, wearing a similar one on his own features as he enjoys their praises for winning. treating (y/n) to ice cream or sweets at the end of the night and just walking around the city with (y/n)'s arm looped around his. i think it would also include shy kisses and laughing after catching each others gazes. he was shy to hold (y/n)'s hand when the two started dating, though he's soften up to them a bit more now.

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[tiramisusbakery]

The Auction pt. 2

Summary: Can be found in The Auction pt. 1, here

#BLACKOC #jjk #Gojosatoru #Gojo #GetoSuguru #Geto #NSFW #MHAOC

Warnings: NSFW, Teens in adult situations (what else is new in jjk tbh), violence, cursing, underage alcohol consumption

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“Shit. Shit. Shit” 

Geto fumbled with the lighter in his cupped palm, trying and failing to light the cigarette that stuck out of his mouth. The breeze kept putting out his flame before it could catch.

"Need some help?"

The back door of the building swung shut as Gojo stepped into the alley, his back hunched against the cold.

"Fuck. Ah, yeah, if you could."

Geto sparked the weak lighter, and Gojo held up two fingers, a small red bulb of light appearing as if from nothing and hovering at the tips. The sparks of the lighter caught the dollop of cursed energy, and the fire jumped to his technique, turning the pulse into a tiny ball of fire.

Geto propped the end of his cigarette up against the little blazing orb and dragged a few times, puffing until a plume of smoke finally wafted from the other end. He exhaled in relief.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah. You know, I thought you kicked that habit.”

Geto shrugged, clenching the stick between his teeth as he dutifully rolled up his sleeves. 

“I didn’t.”

“Do you have any idea what those do to your body?” Gojo grimaced. “I’m watching it give you cancer right now, Suguru.”

“Can’t be any worse than those fuckin’ curses I have to eat,” He toked, threw his head back, and exhaled the murky smoke, watching it curl into the sky.

He cut his eyes at Gojo. 

“Or did you forget?”

Gojo took pause. Geto was getting kind of cagey. He decided to switch the subject, although the next one he had in mind wasn’t exactly soothing. 

“So…what did Raven say to you in there?”

“That you two fucked.” Geto’s dark eyes landed on Gojo’s wide, blue ones.

“I- w-well-, um, we-”

“How does this keep happening, Gojo? Why do you always end up exactly where you're not supposed to be?"

"...'Scuse me?"

"The only reason I know where you go in the middle of the night is because I followed you. The only reason you haven’t gotten caught is because I've been the one stuffing your bed. You don't tell me anything anymore. Are we friends or not?"

"Well you sure as hell aren't acting like a friend right now," Gojo pushed away from the wall and stalked closer, his own eyes burning holes into Geto's black ones. "How was I supposed to know you'd end up falling in love with the girl I paid for some pussy? And did I tell you to come looking for me?"

"You don't tell someone that, Satoru, you just do. You know what? Every time I turn around, you’re trying to justify being a fucking asshole, and I’m trying to stop you from being one. I work and WORK to keep you out of trouble, and you laze around being the ‘strongest’ until it's time to blast someone with a gravity orb or some shit, and then the day is saved. I am so fucking tired of trying to reign you in that it hurts.”

"Then don’t. I'm not your little brother, or your kid. If I want to go somewhere, I do, and if I want to fuck someone, I will."

Geto raised a brow, pursing his lips around the cigarette with a ferocity that made his jaw pop beneath his skin. He blew the smoke harshly from between his teeth, and it made him look like he was channeling the dragon he was known to summon during fights.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, dickhead?”

“That means I didn’t do shit TO YOU!” Gojo spat, finally coming face to face with Geto, “But i’ll tell you what I did do- to Raven.”

Geto rocked forward, bringing himself up off of the wall, and closed the narrow distance between himself and his white haired assailant. His cigarette fogged Gojo’s glasses, but he kept his hands balled up in his pockets to stop himself from knocking his best friend out.

“Go ahead,” he challenged, “What did you do?”

“I fucked the shit out of her.” Gojo removed his glasses, folded them neatly, and tucked them into his blazer pocket. “For hours. Angie didn’t want me to stop.”

“Angie?” Geto gaped. His cigarette dropped from his mouth and fell to the pavement in an arch of ash.

“Oh-ho, don’t tell me she didn’t tell you her name?” Satoru’s blue eyes flashed like ice, his smile growing like that of a Cheshire cat.

“Well, she didn’t tell me, so don’t worry. Her sensei did, when I fucked them both. Same time. Poor girl asked me to be gentle, but before long I was fucking her into the mattress. So, I guess it's safe to say…” He ran his tongue along his teeth, shaking his head slowly from side to side. He watched Geto’s face darken dangerously.

“I wasn’t.”

Crack!

The impact of Geto’s knuckles against Gojo’s jaw caught him by surprise, and he realized that somewhere along the line he’d accidentally dropped his infinity.

Damn booze!

Geto grabbed the sleeve of his counterpart’s jacket and slammed him into the brick wall, his teeth bared like a rabid animal. 

“Gah!” Gojo’s head reverberated like a bell.

Gojo came to his senses as the dark haired boy went in for a second jab to his face. Ducking away from the swing and countering with his own, his fist connected with Geto’s abdomen in a streak of blue. He sent a shock of cursed energy to his knuckles, repelling Geto’s torso and doubling the impact of the punch. Geto yelled in surprise, and staggered backward into a figure that had stood watching them at the door. 

Takete caught the boy easily, and held him back from lunging himself again at Gojo.

“Boys, something wrong? We can hear you inside-” Takete made eye contact with Gojo.

“It’s you?” He smirked, “How do we keep finding each other like this, kid?”

Gojo blinked, shook his head, and blinked again, trying to clear his vision.

“Uh, yeah. Hey Mr. shark man”

“Good guess. Takete. You need some help out here?”

Geto wrenched himself away from the man. 

“Who the hell are you? More buddies you didn’t tell me about, Gojo?” He spat at the street. “You’re so fucking useless.”

“Well, in the spirit of me being useful,” Gojo wiped his mouth with one hand, the other in his breast pocket. “Let me tell you what I was gonna say all along, you fucking psycho.”

He withdrew his hand from his pocket, and held up the coin he’d found at his chair.

“I wasn’t gonna play, but since you’re so hell bent on calling me a selfish idiot, maybe I will. And I’m gonna show you what it means to get whatever the fuck I want, whether youre here to see it or not.” His eyes twinkled as his smile took on a mischievous curl.

Geto’s face was lined with fury, but Gojo didn’t care about Geto’s feelings anymore. He was having far too much fun. 

“So,” He continued, his voice echoing off of the walls of the alley,  “you better hope to God that this one’s a dud, but I have to say, I’m feeling lucky."

He kissed the coin and replaced it, his white hair catching the wind and making him look wild.

Geto loosened his tie, and slid off his volcanic beads with a calmness that would have chilled winter itself. "Gojo, you don't want to make me into your enemy. If you apologize, we can talk about this."

Gojo threw his head back and howled in laughter.

"There's nothing to talk about." He beamed. 

"You know what the best part about being 'fuck you' rich is, boy scout? Its being able to say FUCK YOU!”

Geto nearly tore his jacket trying to remove it as he geared up for round two, but Takete laid an enormous hand on his shoulder.

“It’s not worth it, champ, he’s drunk.”

Geto stared incredulously into the man’s face before shrugging him off to adjust his jacket and collar.

“Move.”

He shoved the man aside with his shoulder as he ducked back into the venue. Takete chuckled, almost reminiscent at the scene.

“You pair are feisty. I see that as an asset. There’s a lot going on tonight, but if you want to talk initiation, let me know.” He winked at the oversized teen before letting the door swing shut.

~~~~~

Geto sank into his velvet chair gracelessly, his face stormy with disgust. With himself? with Gojo? He had no idea. 

The mingling of the crowd below his box had begun to slow; the lights darkened and the chatter died. He knew the show would be starting soon.

Movement and white hair across the darkening theater caught his attention, and he watched as Gojo slid into a box of his own, his posture hunched and his shoulders square. When he sat, their eyes caught across the room. Gojo’s blue gaze was blank and cool- and most of all, unreadable. Geto knew his own looked the same; the daggers in his eyes likely would have been deadly had they been real.

You better hope this one’s a dud, but I’m feeling lucky. 

Gojo averted his gaze, and Geto watched him close his palm around the coin and shove it in his pocket.

He’s so damn sure he’s gonna win. God, fuck him.

Checking over his shoulder, Geto withdrew an enormous wallet from his pocket, the bills inside spreading the patent leather so far that it could hardly fold. The colorful bills inside, stacked with the money he’d been saving on his own, would have to be enough. He exhaled, pinching his nose to ward off the headache that had begun to take hold.

“Hate to say this, but thank you Shark Man,” he muttered under his breath as he pocketed the wallet once more. 

“You did end up helping. More than you know.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Geto struggled the whole night to think of anything but Raven, or rather…Angie. He felt defeat in every cell of his body as he watched the performances come and go in an endless daze. 

He only snapped in and out of focus long enough to bring his hands together at the end of every set, and join in on the enthusiastic applause that would intermittently wash over the room at the truly great displays. Here and there, he’d cut his eyes across the room to the balcony at which a shock of white hair reminded him of the events that transpired just a few hours before.

And every time, he swore that the boy had been looking his way too.

~~~~~~~~~~

Gojo clutched the coin in a white knuckled grip, his jovial spirit from the alleyway since replaced with a broiling rage. 

He peered across the theater as the dark haired boy postured in his chair, nodding thoughtfully, waving away champagne, and surveilling the stage intently as if forming a philosophy about the way the floorboards looked in the spotlight. 

Gojo had sobered- especially after the first few courses of lobster and Wagyu steak had hit his stomach, spaced out by the delicious Yubari King melon palette cleansers- and he’d finally come to his senses about what’d transpired just hours earlier.

Tipping his lenses, he opened his hand, palm up, to check the coin.

Melting, but not yet ready to view. 

Damn, how long was this going to take?

~~~~~~~~~

Geto checked his coin. The grooves around the edge had turned transparent, the inky center slowly following suit. Somewhere inside him, something whispered to him that he’d been tricked- that this was no Bidder’s Coin, in fact, it was a loser’s coin, just for him. He stuffed that part of him deep, suffocated it with all of the faith he could muster for Angie. She hadn’t brought him all this way just to lead him on. Right?

Right. 

He placed the coin back into the palm of his hand and squeezed, hoping that if the coin were anything like him, the pressure would make it break down faster. As he did so, his eyes dipped into the crowd pooled beneath his box as they watched the next display.

Somewhere in the crowd were two more coins. He thought, bitterly. And whoever they are, I will beat them, like nothing more than a curse beneath my feet.

Finally, Geto watched as a man with a slicked ponytail, accented with shaved sides, came onto the stage. His tuxedo was sharp, although it looked as if he'd bought it at the beginning of the Shōwa era.

The man waited for the crowd to notice his presence, standing silently with his hands behind his back until they naturally lowered their voices and gave him center stage.

"Now, I know that this has been an exciting night for people in our industry." His eyes crinkled as he smiled. "I truly hope that these amazing performances have enriched you all." 

He cast his eyes down into the darkened theater, as if searching for the no doubt anticipatory faces of his companions.

"I would like to take this time to thank our donors by name…"

Come on, get on with it.

Gojo removed his glasses and massaged his eyes, trying to dislodge the frustration that had begun to take hold. The coin was in his hand, finally melted by his body heat, but the host had purposely lowered the lights to near blackness so that no one could see what their results were. 

A hand slid across his back, over his shoulder, and down to the left breast of his blazer; he felt lips on his right ear.

"Tira…" he murmured, his eyes popping open, but not daring to look.

The lips pressed to the shell of his ear.

"It's me." He could hear the smile in her voice. The air off of her lips made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"The moment has come, little prince. Have you chosen destiny or will you follow fate?"

"I don't know what that means."

"You will," her stiletto nails slowly, deliberately, raked his hair from the nape of his neck to the crown of his head before tangling and guiding him into a kiss.

He fell into her, wondering somewhere far away in his mind if anyone could see them in the dark. Yet, with her this close to him in public, the taboo escaped him; it barely registered to him that anything existed outside of her scent, and her lips.

It was sloppy and quick, but it was all he needed. He sighed into her mouth, eyes fluttering closed. 

"I'm spending all my money on Angie tonight, aren't I?"

She giggled, and he felt a tent begin to grow in his tailored pants.

"She worked hard on this, so please try to enjoy the show while you do. I'm retiring for the night. Sayōnara."

And as if she'd been a dream, she withdrew from his senses before her departure could even register on his dulled brain.

“At last, the moment you’ve all been waiting for.” The announcer threw up his hands as if conducting a vast orchestra, “We see who will be bidding to take home tonight’s gorgeous Black Swan. Lift the lights, and let us see the results of the Black Coin Ball!!!”

The lights lifted in the opera house and everyone’s arms shot into the air as they held their coin to the light.

Gojo paled. He’d already known, but somehow seeing the clover made it more real. He snapped his head to the open crowd, immediately searching for his friend’s expression across the room as his heart hammered against his ribcage. 

No, no, no.

He waited for his friend to address him, his mind racing to navigate the catastrophe that was surely about to take place.

Gojo watched as Geto opened his hand, extended his arm, and looked into his coin. After a beat the boy’s narrow, onyx eyes slid to his own, and he knew.

The Bidder’s coins had found them.

~~~~~~~ 

Above the boys, in the grandest box seats the theatre had to offer, a large, leathery fist clutched the third bidder’s coin; it was so small in the man’s calloused hand that it resembled a lima bean in the fist of a giant.

Takete, revered kingpin of Japan's most formidable mob to date, the Dragons, smiled down into the small, plump face of his wife Michi as she gazed out into the audience. The room fell into pandemonium as everyone checked their neighbor for the coveted coins.

“Have we won, my dear?” She purred, her shiny red lips parting on the smoke of her tapered cigarette stick.

“We have. It’s a shame I can’t seem to find my wallet.”

“It’ll turn up.” She replied, placing a red taloned hand on his broad lap. “The boys are using their quirks to find it now. Here’s hoping that whoever took it had a damn good reason.”

Below them, the long-lapelled man addressed the crowd once more.

“Excellent. And now, may our bidders ring their bells!” The announcer eyed the room expectantly.

Ding.

Takete’s gaze found the white haired boy. Gojo, was it?

Ding.

He slid his attention to the dark haired boy that he’d found fighting Gojo in the alley. His surprise was so palpable that his wife felt it through touch. She faced him head on, her face a question.

“Do you know them?” 

He tossed her a mischievous smile as he raised his own hand and rang the third bell.

Ding!

The boys’ head’s shot up in unison to see him grin, his sharp teeth even visible from that far below. He addressed them in turn, realizing that he’d been roped into a much bigger scheme than he’d first expected when he’d waltzed into the theater.

“What have you got planned, Tira?” Takete had asked of his favorite concubine only weeks prior.

“Nothing much, just love and war.” 

She’d smirked at him from across the table, the party of Dragons that accompanied him paying them little attention as they were entertained by the other attractions of the club.

“All I need you to do is hold a coin and keep a promise.”

“What promise?”

“The one you made to Raven- that you would let her take her trips around the sun undeterred.”

It became immediately clear where his wallet had gone; if he’d learned anything about Gojo, it was that he could back himself up. But what about his friend?

He winked at the dark haired boy, and the kid balked, averting his gaze.

“May you win the night, young man” he toasted the boy.

Because you’ll soon learn that my loans are repaid in blood.

“Please remember, fellow patrons, that even if you have not won the chance to bid for the girl, that any number of women that you’ve seen tonight are up for the taking. We also encourage gambling, as we watch our bidders take on the challenge of securing our most exquisite prize.”

~~~~

So they get to bet on us? Gojo wondered. Interesting. I'll have to get in on that….if anyone will take my bet, that is.

His eyes flickered to Geto's slumped figure, eyeing Takate in his box. Gojo looked up into the box himself, the man toasting his friend. 

Ugh. Not while he's in the ring.

Unless…

"Fate finds those who choose no destiny. Fine, Tira. I'll bite."

~~~~

A gleam came to the announcer's eye for a moment before he cleared his throat and continued.

“However, there will be no cheering, sneering, choking, fighting, or killing, as the performance is taking place, please.” 

Chatter enveloped the room, and white betting cards began to fly to and fro, waiters rushing to collect them from the rabid crowd. Every now and then, to the boys’ distress, the sea of onlookers glanced up at the balconies where the bidders sat, the undecided checking them out to see who looked like a winner.

“And now,”

The spotlight snapped into place at center stage.

“Let the games begin!”

The theater dropped to black, and bright white letters were projected onto the closed

curtain:

INTERMISSION

[TO BE CONTINUED]

#gojo satoru #geto suguru #black oc #mha oc #jjk

[neobubz]

Tension Release (M) Chapter 3 - Baby Steps

sorry for the long wait i wanted this to be as juicy as can be. it’s a little on the shorter side but trust me it gets the job done *wink wink*

Prologue || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2

Word Count: approx. 7.3k Pairing: fem reader jeno || fem reader x husband Warning(s): mature audiences only, 18+, explicit language, slow-paced, storytelling, cheating, infidelity, smut, sex, oral (fem receiving), grinding, unprotected sex, consensual relations Preview: “So she’s doing okay right now?” “She just got into the tub right before you came home.” Hearing Jeno say tub Matthew sits up straight eyes on high alert. “What do you mean the tub? Did…did you see…her?!” His face starts to slowly go from friendly to furious. “I just drew the bath water and helped her to the bathroom. I didn’t see anything,” Jeno lies. “She would have kicked me out anyway. The moment she mentioned wanting to take a bath she said ‘and no funny ideas Mr!’ She’s safe with me, Matthew. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her or bring harm to her.” “To be honest I wasn’t and I’m still not thrilled about this whole thing. When she wanted you to take care of her it felt like she was punishing me. Today has been one of the hardest days of my life.” Remembering what you asked of him, Jeno takes another sip of his soda before proceeding. Fighting the urge to just roll his eyes and listen to Matthew’s pitty party he puts his big boy pants on and asks the one question you wanted to know.

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Sweat trails down the side of your face. Your hair sticks to the back of your neck while your head swings around like a bobble head. Legs spread open, clothes tossed to the ground; Jeno rubs over your pulsing clit while he drives his cock deep into your soaking wet cunt. Not able to speak let alone breathe your mouth hangs open, drool dripping down to your chin.

“Feel good, baby?” Jeno grunts. Doing your best to nod and confirm he stares at you a smirk permanently etched onto his gorgeous face. “What’s wrong? Too fucked out to speak?”

Again you nod. How you got here is still a complete blur to you. The last thing you remember before feeling Jeno slide his massive cock into your tight pussy is him declaring he wanted to fuck you. The kissing, rubbing and fingering of your cunt that followed after is all foggy.

The only memory you’re clear on is Jeno grabbing the pillows to protect your back before sliding ever so gently into you — both of you groaning at the extremely snug fit.

“Gosh your pussy is so tight.” Jeno leans forward onto his arms giving you a beautiful view of his lean muscles. “How the fuck are you married and your pussy is still this tight?” He growls while slamming his pelvis into yours the force ricocheting through your entire body.

At first Jeno went slow, easing his cock into you. It took a good five minutes until he could slide in past the hilt. When he stated he wanted to give you a good fucking before Matthew came home you figured a pretty basic vanilla scenario. His lips trailing down your body lovingly, the sweet gazes you two would share when he massages your breasts in his palms. All of this leading up to him entering you – moans filling the room as you both reach your climaxes.

Instead what you got was a deep hard fuck. Kindly, Jeno gave you enough time to adjust to his size, rocking his hips into yours gently. As time passed his thrusts grew stronger. The look in his eyes darker and when you begged him to fuck you harder — he delivered, and then some.

“F-Feels good!” You croak out as another powerful thrust takes your breath away.

“Been awhile since someone was this deep in your pussy, huh?” He snickers.

Holding onto his forearms your eyes pop open wide when a particular thrust rubs you just the right way.

“Aga…in!!” You try to shout but the intensity of his cock slamming into you makes it hard for you to speak.

“What was that baby?” Once again Jeno angles his hips and drives himself balls deep inside of you.

“Fuck! There!” You scream.

With a devilish smirk Jeno slams into you again and again. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, your arms that were barely keeping you up slowly start to slide down onto the quilt until your back is pressed firmly against it. Voice hoarse from moaning you clench around Jeno’s cock when he hits your g-spot again.

“Shit!” Jeno curses.

“Don’t…stop…” you reach up to him. “Please don’t stop!”

Leaning down into your arms, Jeno curls his hips into yours. Wrapping your arms around him you cling to him for dear life. Smacking into you again and again he builds up the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. Screaming into the crook of his neck your walls clench around him. Nails digging into Jeno’s back you leave behind mark after mark of your presence on his skin.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” you start chanting.

Growling, Jeno bites down onto your shoulder, his own climax charging forward. “Fuck!!” He pulls away to crash his lips onto yours. “Come for me baby,” he bites your bottom lip. “Come all over my cock.”

“Jeno!!!” You cry out your body burning in the flames of passion.

Your walls constrict around Jeno’s massive length. Long gone is the feeling of guilt for having kissed Jeno yesterday. Gone is the uncertainty of the conversation you had with Roz last night about your possible feelings for Jeno. And for certain, long gone is any thought of your husband. The only thought is reaching your climax and soaking Jeno’s cock in your juices.

Toes curling, and body quaking your breathing becomes ragged. A long forgotten pressure building in your lower stomach has your breath hitching in the back of your throat. Eyes rolling into the back of your head your arms scramble to wrap around Jeno’s shoulders when one final thrust sends you over the edge.

“FUCK!!!” You scream.

“Shit! Shit!!” Jeno tries to maintain his pace while you push against his cock — soaking him in your juices. “Ahhh fuck!” He roars.

Hips still slamming into yours Jeno presses his body down onto you when he feels you starting to twist around from your climax. Trying to keep you from hurting yourself more he slows his pace as you ride out your orgasm.

“I can’t wait until your back is better.” He starts to chuckle but grunts trying to hold out for a little longer.

“What…makes you…” you try to speak but your body quivers beneath him. “Think…there’ll be a second time?” You ask cheekily.

Raising himself up Jeno gazes down at you. Eyes dark with lust, lips swollen from the intensity of your kisses. Hair drenched in sweat, the most alluring look comes to his face. Half cocky as if saying ‘the way you just came on my dick is proof enough you’ll be back,’ the other filled with hope that this won’t be just a one-time thing.

“Like I said before,” he thrusts his cock deep inside of you, taking your breath away once more. “Everything,” he slams into you again. “Is up,” he pulls out farther this time making you whimper. “To you...”

Slamming down into you as if he’s going to destroy your cunt your body curls under him. There is no way in hell you’ll ever be able to go back to how things were. The temptation far too grand to say no.

Speeding up again he drills himself inside you like a piston. No longer worried about getting you off, Jeno thinks of his release and his release only. Your nails drag across his back more as he uses you as his personal fuck doll.

“I’m gonna…” Jeno grunts. “Fuck! Your pussy feels so good.”

“Come inside me,” you whimper beneath him.

“Wh-What?!” Jeno stumbles in his rhythm but quickly finds it again.

“I’m on birth control. It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” He grunts as the feeling to fill you up to the brim draws closer.

“Yes!” You nibble on his ear. “Fill me up with your come.”

With the most powerful thrusts of his hips so far, Jeno slams into you. Drilling his cock deep inside of you the rhythm he had set becomes erratic. His breathing increases, his skin turning a bright pink. His hair sticks to his forehead as sweat drips down onto your skin.

“Shit!!! F-Fuck! I’m going to…Ahhhh fuck!” He slams hard into you painting your inner walls white with his come.

Clenching around him you milk him of every last drop. He sputters, hips moving slowly releasing ever last bit of his come inside of you. Eyes rolling into the back of his head he collapses into your arms, taking a moment to collect himself.

Giggling you kiss Jeno repeatedly on his cheek. Your hand wrapping around his neck, running through his sweat drenched hair your pussy pulsating around him.

“There will be a second time,” you whisper. Scoffing Jeno goes to move off of you. “No! Not yet!”

“It was that good?” He snickers.

“Fantastic!”

“I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, but I’m sure I’ll have trouble walking tomorrow. Not like I wasn’t expecting that already.”

Lifting himself up to look you in the eyes, Jeno places a kiss on your forehead, nose, and then your cheek. “I’ll be sure to work out any soreness you have tomorrow.”

Smiling up at him lovingly a giggle leaves you. “Thank you, Jeno.”

Holding back a laugh he raises a brow. “Are you seriously thanking me for what did you say again… ‘fucking you into the mattress?’”

“Yes!” You laugh. “I’m thanking you for fucking me into the mattress, but also…for being nice to me. I know this isn’t the most ideal situation and if it was different maybe we could actually be togeth —”

Quickly stopping you with a kiss, Jeno shakes his head. “Let’s not go there, okay?”

“But I feel bad…”

“Don’t feel bad at all. I’m choosing to do this. Trust me… I just had the best fuck of my life. It only makes me hope I didn’t do too much damage to you that it’ll prolong your stay here.”

“Why? You want to fuck me outside of my house?”

Nipping your neck Jeno whispers against your ear. “Yes I do actually. Anywhere and everywhere we possibly can.”

Opening the fridge Jeno gets out a can of Cola like you requested. Upstairs soaking in nice warm bath you wait for his return. Having stated you needed to get the smell of sex off of you so Matthew doesn’t notice. Licking his lips he smiles at the taste of your sweet cunt that still lingers. After all this time, after all the years of hearing story after story and seeing picture after picture of you he not only had the chance to meet you, but to taste and fuck you. All those years falling for someone he thought he’d never meet, yet here you are upstairs hoping a warm bath will relieve your aching muscles that got twisted up because of him.

And, like a fool he’s starting to fall for you especially after the mind blowing sex you just had. Walking a thin line already he pours some soda for you as well as himself in two glasses.

“What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?” He asks himself.

Just then the front door opens alarming him. “Hello? Sweetheart! Jeno?!” Your husband calls out.

“Great…” Jeno rolls his eyes. “Uhh…Matthew?” He calls already dreading the hopefully small conversation he’ll have with your husband before taking his leave.

Footsteps sound behind him and with one final deep breath, Jeno puts on his biggest and most innocent smile. “Ah! Jeno! There you are!” Matthew grins.

“Hi, how was your morning?”

“The service went on without a hitch, though everyone missed their beautiful greeter today. They send their wishes and prayers for a speedy recovery.”

“That’s awfully nice of everyone.”

“Yeah, the people in this town are amazing once you get to know them. We care for each other and worry about each other. It’s like one huge family here. Today I think it hit everyone at how much she does. I know she doesn’t think she does much but a friendly smile and talking to our patrons is a job only she can do. She makes everyone feel at home in the church. She’s an amazing woman. It felt weird not having her there today. Even I’ve grown used to her being around,” he chuckles taking a seat at the small table you two have in your kitchen.

“And the picnic?”

“I hated every second of it,” Matthew runs a hand through his curly brown locks. “It was super awkward. You would think after all these years I’d be able to hold conversations with people like I am with you but it was difficult. Normally I hang around our families and when my mom gives me the look, I make my rounds making sure everyone is okay, but holding conversations well, that’s my wife’s specialty. I didn’t realize how much she leads them.” Motioning towards the chair Matthew smiles, “please sit.”

Nodding Jeno joins him. “Sometimes it takes an absence in order for us to recognize what we had beforehand.”

“You’re absolutely right. She’s truly the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Feeling like he’s just been stabbed in the gut Jeno chugs down some of his drink.

“Oh, like my wife requested,” Matthew continues. “Here is some food for you.” He slides a bag over to Jeno. “And I made sure to grab two slices of her mom’s apple pie. Trust me you’re going to like it. I suggest having the second slice with some ice cream.”

“Thank you…” Jeno marvels at Matthew’s kindness. “You really didn’t need to go through all this extra trouble.”

“Nonsense. My wife requested it, plus, you need to eat too. Speaking of my wife, how is she?”

“Well, this morning she was a little miffed. She didn’t really talk much but after some breakfast she seemed to cheer up.”

Nodding, Matthew slides down in his chair. “That is probably my fault. We got into a heated argument and I left without telling her.”

“She said.”

Glancing up Matthew eyes Jeno closely, “she told you what happened?”

“Not in so many words. However she was confused to see me outside the door when she came out of the bathroom. She just said you could have told her you left already.”

“I’m a jerk aren’t I?” Matthew lowers his head to the table.

“I wouldn’t say that. Couples fight. It’s natural.”

“Yes, but what man leaves his wife who can’t walk stuck in the bathroom?”

“She wasn’t alone,” Jeno tries to make him feel better about the situation. “I got her in bed safely and she ate a hearty breakfast. She’s perfectly fine. There’s nothing to feel guilty about.” He lies.

Honestly, what he wants to tell Matthew is that he’s a mega asshole. What man does leave his wife who can’t walk right in the bathroom hoping that the person who’s hired to help her will just pick up where he left off! He should have saw that you were in bed safely. The congregation could have waited a few minutes before starting. It’s not like there was anywhere to go and with what Roz has told Jeno about this town – your whereabouts and condition were probably known by now, they would have understood.

Not to mention, what husband leaves his wife without making sure she’s fed. You can’t get to the bathroom right outside of the room you’re staying in without help. How did he expect you to eat? Just because the two of you had a fight does not give him the right to leave you the way he did.

Inhaling slowly, Jeno takes another sip of the cold beverage to calm him down before he says something he’ll surely regret.

“I wish I could believe you but this whole mess is my fault. If I had been a better husband she wouldn’t have been so angry and she wouldn’t have worked herself so hard.”

“Don’t give yourself so much credit. She told me she was angry at me and that’s one reason she was working herself to death.”

“Angry at you? Why?”

“Well, I mean…” fuck…Jeno groans internally. The last thing he wanted was to discuss anything that happens between you and him to your husband. Just had to open your mouth didn’t you? He asks himself.

“I kind of ran away from her,” he says honestly. “I’m not used to having such close contact with women. I mean no one outside of the family that is. I was always at the gym and at practice trying to get ready for drafts but then everything changed when I got injured. I kept myself locked away inside my house until I couldn’t take it anymore and came here. Your wife welcomed me with open arms, literally.” Jeno chuckles. “It was a lot to take in all at once. Getting used to a new country, a new town, new people, and new ways of expression. So…I ran...”

Matthew throws his head back laughing. “Oh my! I can already see her face. One thing you need to know and always remember about her is when she’s mad don’t press. She might be sweet and kind but when she’s angry she can make a grown man cry.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“So she’s doing okay right now?”

“She just got into the tub right before you came home.”

Hearing Jeno say tub Matthew sits up straight eyes on full alert. “What do you mean the tub? Did…did…did you see…her?!” His face starts to go from friendly to furious.

“I just drew the bath water and helped her to the bathroom. I didn’t see anything,” Jeno lies. “She would have kicked me out anyway. The moment she mentioned wanting to take a bath she said ‘no funny ideas Mr!’ She’s safe with me, Matthew. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her or bring harm to her.”

“To be honest I wasn’t and I’m still not thrilled about this whole thing. When she wanted you to take care of her it felt like she was punishing me. Today has been one of the hardest days of my life.”

Remembering what you asked of him, Jeno takes another sip of his soda before proceeding. Fighting the urge to just roll his eyes in regards to Matthew’s pitty party he puts his big boy pants on and asks the one question you wanted to know.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s been going on? Man to man.”

Glancing up Matthew doesn’t say a word. He just stares at Jeno looking him over. Lips in a hard line, eyes distant and lost — even though Jeno doesn’t care at all about the reason behind whatever is going on between you and Matthew the look on your husbands face tells him this goes much deeper than even you could fathom. Whatever is going on with him he’s sure not even Matthew knows the real reason.

“What do you mean?” Matthew asks but each word is crisp as if saying how the hell do you know?

“Your wife mentioned that things have been a little tense. She kind of talks a lot when getting a massage. I wasn’t going to bring it up but I’m worried it’s affecting her overall health. Any pent of stress can wreak havoc on one’s body. I just want to make sure that everything is okay and if possible maybe I can help with whatever is going on between the two of you. That is only if you’re okay with it.”

Speaking half-truth and half lies, Jeno keeps his composure calm and welcoming. Hoping that Matthew will reveal a little snippet of what is going on with him. Truthfully, if he finds anything out he has no intention of telling you – just like he has no intention of telling Matthew everything that the two of you discuss.

“I’m not sure what’s going on with me.” Matthew exhales. “I’ve been telling her its stress which it is, but there’s something else that’s wrong with me. I feel broken.”

“Broken?”

“Do you think she’s beautiful?”

Jeno gulps nervously. “Wh-What?”  

“My wife, do you think she’s beautiful?”

“We-Well I mean…” Chuckling he turns away his heart racing. Yes, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen you dumb piece of shi – “Matthew I can’t answer this question…”

“Yes you can. It’s okay if you find her beautiful. I won’t be upset.”

Waving him off Jeno snickers. “And if I did say she is beautiful you’d chew my ass out for saying she was. No sir, not falling into that trap.”

“It’s not a trap. I’m being serious. Do you think she’s beautiful?”

Avoiding all eye contact with your husband Jeno shrugs. “Well, I mean she’s not ugly if that’s what you’re asking.”

“She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Even when we were still in school she was beautiful. She has this softness and warmness about her that, I don’t know how to put it — she settled my soul. I’ve always been the nerd, the dork, the church boy, the freak, but she never cared. She always treated me with kindness and respect.

“When I finally got the nerve to ask her out after our Bible study class, I thought I was dreaming when she said yes. Then, when she said yes to marrying me, I almost passed out. She is the very air I breathe. Yet…” his voice starts to fade and he becomes quiet as a mouse.

“Yet?”

“I feel broken. The physical neediness isn’t there at all. I’ve never felt this way. I’ve always been conservative, yes, but this feeling…I don’t know what it is. I’m beyond attracted to her. I have I have no problem getting ready, if you know what I mean. It’s just the very idea of having relations with her makes me feel dirty. I worship the very ground she walks on, still…”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” Jeno interjects.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re treating her like some kind of goddess instead of as your wife. Don’t get me wrong a man should treat his woman like a queen but there are some moments where she doesn’t want a king, or a prince, or a knight in shining armor. She wants that rapscallion who teases, taunts, chases, desires, and messes around with her. Who treats her…how do I put this nicely…?”

Gulping Matthew leans in whispering, “like a trollope?” He asks face red as a tomato.

Chuckling Jeno nods, “I was going to say whore but trollope works well in this scenario too.”

“I could never!” Matthew leans back in his seat. “She…she…”

“Is a woman with needs. Have you asked her what all she wants to do with you sexually? Have you talked about what you want to do with her sexually? Yes, you’re a pastor but you’re still a man just like the rest of us. You can still be a man of God while having the best sex of your life with your wife.”

Thinking on what Jeno states about what he wants in your sexual life Matthew leans back in his seat. His eyes brows knitted together, lips in a deep frown while he mumbles, “what do I want?”

“Yes, what is it that you want? Do you want to have a picture perfect life from the outside while it’s being torn apart by indifference on the inside or do you want something else?”

“I…I…”

“Jeno!!!” Both you and your husband jump at the sound of your voice. “Jeno?! Did I hear the door open?”

Rushing out of his seat Matthew runs to the bottom of the steps. “Sweetheart, it was me. Do you need help?”

“Uhh, yes please.”

“I’ll be right up.”

Figuring this is his cue to leave Jeno rises from the chair, grabs the doggie bag Matthew brought for him and heads out to the living room. Doing as you wished he talked to Matthew and hopefully will get some kind of balling rolling. Though in the deepest part of his heart he hopes it’s in his favor.

“Jeno,” Matthew whispers seeing Jeno ready to leave.

“No worries, I’m off.”

“About what I was saying,” Matthew wobbles back and forth. “Please, keep this between us.”

“Of course, I will,” Jeno smiles. “Plus, who would I tell anyway? I’m the new guy.” He chuckles. “Tell her I said bye and I hope the bath helped her. Tomorrow I was thinking of giving her a proper massage. There’s this new technique I’ve read about that’s supposed to get down into the muscles themselves better than just glossing over them aimlessly.”

“Will it hurt her?”

Rubbing the back of his neck Jeno shrugs. “If I do it right it shouldn’t hurt at all but feel relaxing and loosen up her muscles enough to have her moving around. We need to get her up and out of bed.”

“Oh, okay. I will.” Jeno turns to the door when Matthew stops him. “Jeno,” he calls out to him. “Thank you, for everything you’ve done for us. We barely know you and yet…”

Shaking his head Jeno smiles softly. “Your wife’s family to Roz which means she’s family to me too. Family helps each other out when they’re in need. Also, if you ever need someone to talk to you know, man to man, I’m here to lend an ear too. Your wife’s told me how hard it is around here. People treating her less like a person because they’re afraid of what she’ll think of them. I can’t imagine how someone in your position feels.

“Yes, you’re they’re to relieve them of their sins and guilt but is there someone that you can turn to when you’re in need? I hope overtime you can lean on me for this.”

Reaching in Matthew gives Jeno a quick hug. “Thank you, for everything.”

“No problem.”

Walking out the door, Jeno let’s out the biggest exhale of his life. Scoffing he kicks a rock down the street before glancing back at your house.

“I hope you’re happy…” he grumbles to your home looking up at the window to the guest room.

Sighing, he shuffles away playing everything that happened today in his head again and again.

✞ＴＥＮＳＩＯＮ ＲＥＬＥＡＳＥ✞

Struggling to stand up to put a fresh pair of underwear on, Matthew walks into the room and almost rushes back out.

“I’m sorry I didn’t —”

“Matthew,” you sigh. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.” You hold out your hand. “A little help, please.”

“O-Of…Of course!” He rushes over wrapping an arm around your waist so you can stand up.

“Thanks.”

“Jeno told me you felt like a bath would help you. Did it?”

“Well I do feel cleaner and the water did relax me until it got too cold to bear. Can you pull up my panties for me?” You ask bashfully.

This is one sentence you never thought you’d say to your husband. Well, at least not for a long time when you’re in an old folks home together.

Bending down, Matthew’s eyes glance at your puffy beautiful outer folds. Quickly averting his gaze he lowers himself to his haunches grabbing the elastic of your underwear. Just as he was about to pull them up, Jeno’s words fill his mind.

‘“You’re treating her like some kind of goddess instead of as your wife. Don’t get me wrong a man should treat his woman like a queen but there are some moments where she doesn’t want a king, or a prince, or a knight in shining armor. She wants that rapscallion who teases, taunts, chases, desires, and messes around with her. Who treats her…how do I put this nicely…?”

Gulping Matthew leans in whispering, “like a trollope?” He asks.

Chuckling Jeno nods, “I was going to say whore but trollope works well in this scenario too.”’

Gulping, Matthew once again looks at your nether region, his mind racing wondering if what Jeno said is true. He wouldn’t lie to him, right? Jeno is a trustworthy upstanding man. He said it himself that you’re family to him. Family would never hurt family!

“Sweetheart,” Matthew whispers.

“Yes?”

“Can you sit back down on the bed for me?”

“Matthew you just helped me to stand up, what do you mean sit back on the — AHHHHH!!!”

A loud moan comes from deep in your throat. Something wet and soft wiggling it’s way past your outer lips to your clit. Looking down, Matthew’s hands grip your thighs, his face bright red with a look in his eyes you haven’t seen at all, lust.

“Sit back for me, okay?” He whispers.

“Math-Matthew! What are you doing?!” You tremble your body sprinkled in goosebumps.

“I want to do something for you that I should have done a long time ago.”

“N-Now?!” You shriek.

“Please, before I lose my nerve to do it,” he begs.

“O-Okay…”

Holding onto his shoulders you do your best to sit down without hurting your back. Honestly, after the incredible fuck that Jeno gave you, your muscles are feeling better and screaming for dear life at the same time. Why did it have to be today of all days for Matthew decided to gain some courage and do this is for you?

Sitting down on the bed, Matthew grabs hold of your legs. “Lean back I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Matthew really is this —”

Pulling you closer to him, Matthew reaches up placing a single kiss on your lips. “I want to make my wife feel better,” he mumbles against your lips. “I also want to apologize for being a jerk to you this morning. I shouldn’t have left without telling you. I’m sorry I let my frustration get the best of me.”

“Babe, really,” your heart breaks a little. “I’m not mad, okay?”

“I want to show you that there is no toy out there that can please you like I can.” His face starts to turn an even brighter pink the more he talks.

Holding back a giggle you do as instructed. With Matthew’s assistance your back comfortably rests on the mattress. “I didn’t really mean that I was going to get a toy, Matthew.”

“Thou shalt not lie,” he quirks a brow at you. “We both know who would have gotten one for you.”

Giggling you hide your face. “Only if I told her.”

“Don’t ever tell her,” Matthew lowers himself to your pussy again. “Let me be the one to take care of my wife.”

Biting your bottom lip a wave of guilt starts to creep over you. ‘Let me be the one to take care of my wife.’ If only he had said this before your tryst with Jeno. If only he didn’t push you away time and time again the incredibly mind blowing fuck Jeno gave you would have never happened. But of course like your father always says ‘if ifs and ands were pots and pans the world would be a kitchen and we’d all be chefs.’ You can’t change the past. What’s done is done.

Spreading your legs for him to sit comfortably between them, Matthew places gentle kisses on your inner thighs. Your body despite feeling guilty once again starts to come alive at the feeling of his lips getting closer and closer to your waiting core. It’s crazy! Jeno fucked the very life out of you, and yet here you are ready for another round. Is this what every other person experiences? To have someone desire you and want you that they — if it were one single person, can go for multiple rounds?

Placing a single kiss at the top of your mound Matthew sticks out his tongue, presses against your outer lips and just like when you were standing his tongue slides between your puffy outer folds and up against your clit. Soft whimpers fall from your lips as he finally, after five long excruciating years tastes you.

Reaching down you run your hand through his curly locks. Pleading with him to keep going. No way in hell are you going to tell him to stop. Moving closer to you, Matthew spreads your legs wider. Adjusting slightly you sit up on your arms just as you did when Jeno was pounding into you.

“D-Does it feel good?” Matthew asks.

“Yes, baby, it does. Please don’t stop.”

Growing bolder, Matthew spreads your pussy lips apart focusing on your clit. Swirling his tongue around with knowledge you didn’t know he possessed he has you falling back onto your back, the feeling far too good to withstand.

“Shit~” you purr. “Yes, baby!!”

Feeling him smile against you, Matthew suckles on your clit as if it were your breasts. Heat spreads across your skin quickly. Your breathing becomes ragged. Pulling away with a slight tug of your clit, he starts focusing everywhere he can. Kissing your outer lips, sliding his tongue from your entrance to your sensitive nub. Sucking, slurping, going to town on your soaking cunt like it’s his mother fucking job!

Grabbing hold of your breasts you start massaging them, pinching and twisting your nipples. Crying out like a wanton whore, you could care less if anyone hears your cries. This is a moment that is long overdue.

“You taste…good…” Matthew chuckles.

“I’d sure hope so…”

“I, umm, I like this…” he admits licking a stripe from your entrance to your pulsating nub.

“You do?” Your question comes out in a moan.

Humming against your clit Matthew goes back to suckling on it. The familiar pressure of your orgasm starting to build. Sliding your fingers through Matthew’s hair you grip a chunk of it keeping his head in place.

“Keep going, baby…”

Matthew grips your hips and dives deeper into your soaking cunt. A low groan emitting from you the moment he slurps your already leaking cunt. Trembles rack through you like an earthquake.

“More! More!” You cry out. “Fuck, Matthew!!!” You scream.

His tongue goes wild from your entrance to your clit and the unholy noises he’s making has you going over the edge in such a powerful orgasm you start lifting your hips from the bed despite your sore back.

“Yes!!! There!!! There!!! FUCK I’M COMING!!!” You shout.

Swiftly Matthew wraps his arms around you the moment you start jerking around. Holding you still he lapse up your slick. Toes curling you continue to moan but your voice becomes hoarse. Intense gasps burn your lungs as the best orgasm of your life starts to dissipate.

“Gentle, baby…” you giggle still feeling Matthew’s tongue on your pulsating clit.

Giving your swollen nub a few more licks and a kiss Matthew sits up his face glistening with your slick covering his lips and chin.

“Kiss me! Kiss me!” You plead. Just when Matthew is about to wipe your wetness from him you shout for him to stop. “Just come here baby,” you hold out your arms.

Matthew gets up from the floor and crawls on top of you, his arms holding him above you. Grabbing him by the neck you yank him down your tongue lapping up all of your juices from his face. Cleaning him off you relish in the taste of your wetness on him.

Slamming your lips against his, Matthew almost collapses on top of you. Your mouth moves across his hungrily. Never before have you felt so attracted to him than right now. The fact that he actually ate you out and it was heavenly hopefully means that you’ll be able to get a far better fucking from him.

Your tongue slides into his mouth, a grunt emitting from his throat. Placing more of his weight on you, your arms wrap around him. There was no need to fight for dominance with the kiss, you have Matthew wrapped around your finger. His breathing ragged, heartbeat going crazy underneath your palm around his neck — there is also the clear boner he’s sporting rubbing against you. With just a bit more time you know you can have him coming undone in more ways than one.

“Matthew,” you whisper against his lips.

“Hmmm?” He moans.

“Get on your back, okay?”

Pulling away from you he stares down face bright red with pink swollen lips. Eyeing you suspiciously you give him a nod to do as you say. Rolling over onto his back you bravely roll onto your side only feeling the slightest twinge of your back.

“Take off your clothes,” you instruct.

“WHAT?!” His eyes fly open.

“Don’t worry baby,” you press a gentle kiss on his cheek. “We’re not going to have sex.”

His eyes soften quickly but in the back of those beautiful baby blues of his you see the smallest sign of disappointment. Listening to what Matthew wants you’re not going to push him into having sex with you. Yes, you’re a desperate whore right now who wants to be fucked brainless just like earlier with Jeno, but whatever Matthew is going through, he needs to figure that out on his own.

“Wh-Why do I need to take off my clothes?”

“Do you want your nice church clothes to get sullied with both of our come?”

“WHAT?!” He shouts.

“Trust me, Matthew. Okay?”

Gulping deeply he stares at you weighing his odds. What you have in mind will hopefully give Matthew encouragement to figure out what’s going on with him a lot sooner than expected.

Sighing, he unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants and slides them off his body. Your bottom lip gets snagged by your teeth as his massive boner comes into view. Fighting the urge to reach out and touch him, you watch him submit to your demand.

Sitting up, Matthew starts to unbutton his button down shirt before discarding it onto the floor with his pants. Glancing your way you urge him to continue. Closing his eyes he takes off his tank, socks, and somehow either through pure curiosity, guilt, lust — whatever it may be, he pulls down his briefs, his cock on full display and in desperate need of attention.

“Spit on your palm,” you tell him.

“Eh?!”

“What?” You giggle. “We need you nice and slicked up for me.”

“Y-You want me to…to…”

“Touch yourself?” You ask and he nods. “Just for a bit. I would love to suck you off but that will have to wait when my back feels better and when you actually want me to touch you. I’m not in the mood to be pushed away again.”

“About that I —”

Cutting him off with a kiss you smile gently. “I told you I would wait for whatever is going on with you to end, but right now…after what you did for me; I need to return the favor to you. So, please, get that massive cock of yours nice and wet for me, will you?” You peck him on the lips.

Startled by the redness of Matthew’s face you’re two seconds from rolling over to grab your phone in case he passes out. His ears, cheeks, neck, and chest all bright red. Yet…he brings his hand up to his mouth, lets his saliva drip into his palm and with creased brows he wraps his hand around his cock.

“Ahhhhh!!!” He involuntarily moans.

This time it’s you who gulps loudly. Though he’s just started, watching Matthew slide his hand up and down his length is quite… sexy…

“H-How long?!” Matthew whimpers.

Snapping back to reality, you turn your gaze to his eyes. Huge mistake. His eyes are glazed over, bottom lip being snarled by his teeth as his heavy breaths and moans fill the room.

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS MAN?!

“A-A little longer.”

Still being a good boy, Matthew continues to stroke his cock. Your heart pounds in your chest. Almost ready to explode as his hips buck up into his palm.

“O-Okay…” you place a hand on his chest. “Move your hand sweetie.”

With one final stroke, Matthew removes his hand from his cock and you not so swiftly clamber on top of him, straddling his lap.

“Babe!!” Matthew holds onto your waist. “Your back!”

Wincing in discomfort you shake your head. “I’m good, don’t worry.”

“No you’re not. Whatever you were thinking sto— Ahhhhhh!!!”

With a small grind of your hip into his, Matthew quickly stops talking, his grip on your waist tightening.

“Since you’re not ready to fuck me, I figured this would hopefully help you see how much I want you,” you lower yourself on top of him. “How much I need you,” you kiss him gently.

“Mmmmm!!!” He whimpers against your lips as you slowly move your swollen clit against his cock.

“Shit…” you whisper against his lips. “This shouldn’t feel so good,” you chuckle.

Wrapping his arms around you, Matthew holds you steady in his arms. Moving your hips against him slowly you lull him into your own lustful bliss. Squelching sounds of your pussy on his dick mix with the soft moans coming from both of you. Though this is supposed to be about Matthew’s release, you’re definitely working yourself up into another orgasm too.

Gripping your hips, Matthew urges you to move against him faster. Glancing down his eyes tightly closed you test out your theory and move against him roughly. His breath hitches, nails dig into your skin but the soft moans coming from him give you courage to keep going.

“Does this feel good, baby?” You ask.

“Ahhhh huhhhh!” He moans.

“Do you like the feeling of my clit rubbing against you?” Nodding he gnaws on his bottom lip. Still clenching his eyes tightly you grind your hips on top of his harder. His hips bucking up to meet making you squeak. “Tell me baby, do you like my clit against your cock?”

“YES!” Matthew shouts. “Feels so good! Don’t stop!”

Leaning forward you rest your body on top of his, his arms wrapping around your waist keeping you steady while he thrusts his hard dick against your soaking folds. Pressing your lips against his your moans become muffled.

“Your cock feels so good, sweetie.” You mutter against his lips. “I can’t wait to feel you deep inside of me.”

“Ahhhhhh!!!!” Matthew holds you tighter in his arms.

“I want to feel you push me into the mattress as I look into your beautiful eyes,” you bite his bottom lip. Moving faster than you’ve ever felt him, Matthew rubs his cock against you. Your stomach churning quickly gearing for another powerful orgasm. “I want you to take me from behind too,” you giggle.

“Wh-What?” He gasps for air.

“I want to be pressed against the mattress as you drill into me. Your hips slamming against my ass.”

“Babe!!!” He whimpers.

“But most of all,” you rest your hand against his cheek, and with this small gesture his eyes start to open slowly revealing those crystal blue eyes you love so much. “I want to ride you and see your face when I make you come.”

“Ahhhhhh!!!!!”

Burying his face into your neck both of you meet each other’s thrusts as your climaxes race to the finish line. Your freshly washed skin drenched with sweat. Matthew’s body sliding against yours as if you were each other’s personal slip and slide. The slapping sounds of your hips meeting has you chanting his name. Spewing curse word after curse word your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“I-I’m c-coming!!” You squeal. “Ah! Fuck! Matthew!!!!”

A gush of wetness spurts out of you soaking Matthew’s cock beneath you. Gliding against your swollen clit your squirt continues to come out of you. Crying out for more, Matthew reaches down between the two of you, your body lifting for his hand to rub over your clit ferociously.

“Ahhhhhh shit!!!! Yes!!!!”

More of your squirt spills out of you soaking not only Matthew but your bed underneath you. Body trembling and shivering, Matthew gently rolls you both over until he is on top of you. Your eyes clouded in lust, awe, and orgasmic bliss – he does the unimaginable and slides himself into your soaking pulsating cunt.

Your walls still sore from Jeno, wrap around his cock like a warm hug. His eyes roll into the back of his head before he moves himself in and out of you slowly, building up his release again. Gripping his forearms you stare up at Matthew in amazement. Was this all it took? Did he just need to get out of his head and focus on making love to you?

“Baby,” he growls. “I can’t…for much…longer…”

“Do it, Matthew. Come for me baby!” You reach out for him.

Curling his hips he drives his cock deeper into you. Clenching your eyes tightly this time you try your best not to alarm him of how sore and spent your pussy already is. Showering your face with kisses his hot breath mixes with your own.

“I’m going to…” he whimpers.

“Inside of me! Please! Fill me up with your come!”

“Ahhhhh!!!!” Matthew hisses as a few more thrusts of his hips has him bottoming out before pulling back and out of your pussy.

Spilling his white seed on your pussy instead of inside you the wave of ecstasy leaves you. Brows knitted together tightly, Matthew pumps out the last remaining strands of his come. Your walls clench around the absence of your husbands cock and the absence of him.

Baby steps…baby steps…baby steps…

You chant again and again forcing yourself not to cry.

Baby steps…

TO BE CONTINUED…

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[desswright29]

The Golden Stairs

Pairing: Shuri X Reader

Word Count: 6.3k

Contains: Fluff (hella fluffy), Some angst, and Smut, romantic proposal 🥰, Shuri is in looove!

A/n: I wrote and deleted this several times over the past month. This story stomped me in my chest, grabbed me by my hair and banged my head against the wall! But I wrote it cause I love y’all.

Please enjoy! 😄

Y/n pov

My heart rate increased as I sat in the car releasing short and quick puffs of air to control my erratic breathing. Palms sweaty and limbs shaking, I glanced into the side mirror to see if my eyes had deceived me. They had not. There she stood in all of her regality, stuck in the center of the sidewalk, hands intertwined infront of her body as she stared into space. She rocked a low cut now, making her look attractively mature; and the black and white suit did her all the more justice. Even with all of that, she looked lost. I pulled my eyes from the mirror as they began to burn from the tears threatening to fall. Why was she here? Why today of all days, would she show up! Ofcourse she would, It was classic Shuri to show up and shift my atmosphere on what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. No! It is indeed the happiest day of my life! I won’t allow her to get inside of my head. I get a handle on my breathing, remembering how Shuri destroyed me. Destroyed us! I’ve moved on and I’m receiving the love I deserve. So, fuck her! 

“Baby.” A soft baritone called from the drivers side of the car, releasing me from my mental torment. A tear involuntarily escaped my eye as I turned to look at my new husband, plastering on the best smile I could muster. “You ok? What’s going on Peaches?” The concern etched onto his face while he comfortingly gripped my hand, caused a slight ache in my chest. He was always so good to me, so patient. How dare I still care for Shuri. “Of course! I’m just overwhelmed my love. This has been such a beautiful day. I can’t believe we’re married now! We made it Mike!” I laugh wiping away the tears that fell for her, trying to lighten the mood as I attempted to push the thoughts of her away. Don’t mistake my shock for unhappiness with my situation. Michael has been nothing short of amazing from the moment he began to pursue me. He consistently handled my heart with care, and gave me grace from the side effects of the trauma my relationship with Shuri had caused. He loved me whole, and never left room for doubt. Still, seeing Shuri after so long, brought long forgotten emotions back to the forefront. Now, I can’t help but think about how this should’ve been us.

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 3 years Ago

  No matter how often you’d been granted access into Wakanda, your mind could never quite comprehend the magnitude of its beauty. Your eyes were bright with wonder as you watched the towering buildings of Capital City twinkle in the night sky. They whisked by as you were driven through the city streets in the Royal Rolls Royce. To think that this country was a testament to the inconceivable intellect of your woman always baffled you. The thought of her belonging to you made you swell with pride. 

It had been two years and 5 months since she’d placed her heart on her sleeve for you in the parking lot of a club. Likely one of her lowest moments, but she’d put her pride aside to fight for you. Baring her soul, making promises of placing the world at your feet. Fittingly, you were skeptical after all that had transpired. So you made her work for your time and effort. Putting pressure on her that could build warriors. Every grand gesture was met with push back, every slick word, met with skepticism and rebuttal. If she was going to have you, It was going to be pure and honest. All of the requisite steps to protecting your heart had been taken. You kept it up until you eventually broke her.

After months of her pouring her all into the extended apology, you both lie side by side on a plush blanket; one completely disconnected from the other. A navy gradient was the backdrop for a full moon; the night sky so clear you could almost see every crater. You both stared up into a blanket of star’s, as the vodka clear lake shimmered, luminescent in the moons glow. A picnic basket filled with all of your favorites seperated the two of you, along with flowers Shuri had hand picked herself. Fairy lights hung from the trees surrounding you, rose petals spread sporadically across the blanket while four lanterns illuminated each corner. 

Another perfectly planed date was coming to an end. Shuri made sure to cross every T and dot every I, and still you showed minimal interest. Hardly engaging in conversation, Nitpicking the food and quite frankly you seemed bothered to be around her. Quiet. The crickets chirped, and the water was still. Staggered breathing, and a sniffle caught your attention; and you turn to look at Shuri just in time to catch the moonlight highlight the lone tear falling down her cheek into her ear. Jaw clenching and trembling as she swallowed, trying to hold back a sob. God! She even made crying look glorious. 

“What are we doing?” Her voice trembled and broke, betraying her strong front. She didn’t make a move to look in your direction. “Well, I’m just waiting on you to take me ho-“ Shuri cut you off, sitting up abruptly. “Stop! Stop it y/n!” Her voice raised in a desperate plea. “I c-can’t keep doing this.” Her hands shot up to her uniformed curls, pushing them back from her forehead in a frenzy, as though she couldn’t stand the feel of them against her skin. Her anxiety in the moment causing sensory issues. “I understand I hurt you, but you said you’d give me a fair chance, baby y-you don’t seem to want this. Ndiyakuthanda, ngako konke endinako (I love you, with all I have). Giving so much of myself and watching you not want it. Is killing me.” 

“Shuri-“

“Wait.” She released a shaky breath “I’m giving it my all uthando (love), It would tear me to peices to watch you walk away, but I’m doing the work. I need to know will it ever be enough.” Now sitting up, you stared out at the water, tears running down your cheeks. “This.. this is all so perfect Shuri. This date and every other one you put effort into. All of the gifts were well thought out. Nothing gaudy or over the top. You’ve been perfection. What I’m saying is, I see your effort, I see the changes in you, I’ve appreciated and enjoyed every single moment we’ve spent together. But, I’m so scared Shuri. So afraid of the love I have for you. It’s all consuming. I look into those eyes Shuri and I want to melt into you. I want to let go of the fear and breathe you in, bask in this feeling of being loved carefully, and protectively. But every single fucking time  there’s this feeling of impending doom.” You look straight into her eyes, wanting to make your next point exceedingly clear. “I can’t allow you to believe that it would ever be ok for you to treat me the way you did before. If you want me, I want it to be only me Shuri. Don’t play games with my heart.” Shuri’s head began to shake fervently side to side. 

“I wish I’d never been so careless with your heart intombi eswiti (sweet girl). It took some time to recognize my mistakes. To see past my own selfishness, but I would give up everything if it meant I could finally call you mine officially. I’d give the air from my lungs for that honor. Only if it’s what you want too. I could allow you to walk away right now, if that is what would make you happy. However, I’d always be waiting for you. You placed the love back into my heart and then you took it as your own. I belong to you. So, I’m begging you y/n. Be with me. I want the chance to cherish you as my woman. I want to take my time with your heart. Continue learning to give you the love I know that you want and deserve from me. My ego has long been placed aside sthandwa. I love you y/n.” 

You’d pulled your legs into your chest, hugging your shins, and sobbing into your knees. Shuri moved in front of you, sitting legs spreading excepting you inbetween them, she grabbed both sides of your face, pulling your head up to face her. Both of your eyes were swollen and red, wet and dry tears coating your faces. “I love you, I love you, I love you” She repeated, you could hear her heart pour from her voice as she stared into your deep brown irises. You finally break falling into her arms. She held you in her arms,  pressing your head against her chest. She rocked you like a baby as she continued to reassure you. Kissing your forehead, speaking words of affirmation as you cried together. That night you would officially become hers. Mind, Body, and Soul.

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It’d been two years to the day, and Shuri had kept her word; becoming all you could have asked for and things you could have never imagined. With you by her side she’d become the most noted ruler of Wakanda. Yes, Ofcourse with the worlds obsession with attractiveness, the whispers around the world began from Shuri’s first live press conference in America. It was said that Wakanda had the most beautiful, androgynous Queen anyone had ever seen; who had a swagger that could bring any man or woman to their knees. But then, Shuri consistently began breaking through ceilings of limitations people placed upon her. 

Politicians saw her and expected some young suave, conceited, scientist that however intelligent, was unfit to rule.  It was an easy and popular consensus. However, She was not only intelligent, she was the smatest person in the world, She spoke with the power and authority of Romanda, She was strong, compassionate, and open minded as T’challa had been, But cross her or her people and she could easily summon her inner N’jadaka. Anyone who had ever doubted her felt regret every moment of her reign as Queen. She OOZED power. But she had a weakness.

You quickly rose to fame. Becoming a Queen in your own right, having a work ethic like no one had ever seen. Being a genius level engineer had worked in your favor in the industry. Not only were you surpassing all other artist in lyricism and vocal ability; Your shows were a site to behold. You and Shuri created the most elaborate sets, and people lined up for miles to witness your greatness. People had tried to account your success with your connection to the Queen, until it became apparent that your talent was undeniable. Your life with Shuri was what dreams where made of. Wakanda loved and excepted you as though you were their own. You created peace for Shuri, creating a calm joy in her that she never believed she would have again. She was grounded by you. The sound of your voice, your innocent smile, hell just the mention of your name brought an uncontainable smile to her face. Your relationship with Shuri became the embodiment of what love should be. 

The car coming to a stop jarred you out of your thoughts. As your driver exited the car, you reach for your purse pulling out your compact mirror to check your make up. It was perfection, courtesy of Shuri. You’d flown into Wakanda this morning after celebrating the last show of your 6 month tour with your crew. She hadn’t been able to make the show which wasn’t a rare occurrence for either of you with both of your demanding schedules, but you both always made it up to one another. This time you were pretty sure that Shuri was planning something unecessarily extravagant for your anniversary so you were a bit more understanding than usual. You had been correct. As soon as you’d landed you were greeted with staff whisking you off to a day of pampering. Nakia, and Aneka accompanied you. 

There was brunch, massages, mani’s and pedi’s and you decided to get your natural hair in a wash and go. You’d come back home hoping to finally see Shuri but were met with a beautiful nude gown that was covered in Swarovski crystals and had a split traveling all the way up your thigh to the hip.  There was a full glam squad waiting on you and you were told you’d be meeting Shuri at a recently opened restaurant in the inner city. As always Shuri had gone above and beyond! You shut your mirror placing it back into your bag and adjust your dress.

The door to the car was opened and you gracefully place your heeled foot onto the pavement below you to exit the car. An unexpected gasp came from your throat as you take in your surroundings. In front of you was the most magnificent grand staircase that appeared to be made of solid gold and vibranium. Various cultural symbols from Wakanda were carved into them. At the bottom of the stairs, Two men in traditional Wakandan garb from the golden tribe waited with single white roses with golden stems.��

The driver offered you his arm, and you took it still wide eyed, at the beautifully unique staircase. You met the two men at the bottom of the stairs. The driver released you and stepped back with a slight nod, signaling the men to take over, as he walked away. The men handed you the roses. “Good evening, Ms. Y/l/n” They both say. One offered you his arm while the other stepped behind holding your small train. As you stepped forward onto the first stair, the symbols on the stairs glowed white revealing the symbols were placed strategically, ultimately creating a large portrait of 2 Queens face to face. Violins began to swell, as a holographic wall appears infront of you. 

If I Ain’t Got you. Written by Shuri Udaku  

Appeared on the wall in front of you as you continued up the steps. It disappeared only to be replaced with a photo of you and Shuri. You immediately giggle at the memory. It was the first official picture taken of you both as a couple. Courtesy of Nakia. You’d spent all night christening your new relationship, and she thought it’d be funny to snap a picture of your irritated faces as she burst in on your “honeymoon” the next morning. You and Shuri’s face both mirrored irritatation, as you sat snuggled into her lap with a blanket covering you both. Various pictures continued to scroll into the night sky with each step you took. Your heart rate was slowly increasing as piano now began to accompany the violins as you ascended the stairs. 

At the height of the stairs, your breath catches in your throat and your eyes glass over. “No way this is happening” A large fountain spreads across the massive courtyard of a white and gold building, water jutted out like geysers on both sides of a glass pathway through the center of the pool. The walkway illuminated by lighting, different shades of white and purple, which happened to be yours and Shuri’s favorite color. As breathtaking as the sight was, it paled in comparison to the view of your friends and family surrounding the marble courtyard. Seated on either side of the pool there was a full orchestra, and lines of people waiting for you with white roses with golden stems. Your eyes brimmed with tears. 

A voice rang out, causing you to look ahead that’s when you finally noticed Alicia freaking Keys sitting at a piano in the front of the fountain. The lyrics of the song appeared above her like subtitles as she sang. Your friends and family began to walk up to you each handing you a rose smiling from ear to ear. Giving little comments like “You’re so beautiful” or “Get it girl”. Some were already in tears. 

Some people live for the fortune

Some people live just for the fame

Some people live for the power, yeah

Some people live just to play the game

Some people think

That the physical things

Define what's within

And I've been there before

That life's a bore

So full of the superficial

Listening to the lyrics your girlfriend wrote, your heart swelled. You almost stopped paying attention to the people handing you flowers, until at the end of the lines of people you see your mother and your sister practically beaming at you. As soon as you see them you let out a soft sob slightly bending at the waist. Your sister ran up to you. Grabbing you into a hug. She pulled tissues from her bag and gently dabbed your eyes. “You look so beautiful sister, don’t mess up your beautiful make up before she see’s you.” She says with a tear escaping her own eye. Your mother reached you both, face beaming with pride as she grabbed your hand squeezing. “Mommy! Dani! H-how?” 

“She’s been planning this since you went on tour. Well she got us involved at that point, but something tells me she’s been planning this day from the moment you said yes to being her girlfriend.” Your mother stated gesturing in amazement at the everything Shuri had put together. Her and your sister share an amused chuckle. “How did everyone get here? I was just with my crew before I got on my flight.” You were amazed and confused. “She sent jets Ofcourse” Your sister rolled her eyes and laughed at how casually she was able to say that. Shuri had sent 15 jets to locations only disclosed to the people you held closest to your heart. That would be family, best friends, and your main crew from work that was always with you. She’d made sure they were greeted by her and comfortably housed for their stay. The things your love was capable of. “Come on” She said grabbing your arm as your mother grabbed the other. “Pay attention” She says, as they walk you to the edge of the fountain to continue watching Alicia perform with the orchestra and pictures of you and Shuri continue to appear. 

Some people search for a fountain

Promises forever young

Some people need three dozen roses

And that's the only way to prove you love them

Hand me the world on a silver platter

And what good would it be

With no one to share, with no one who truly cares for me

Some people want it all

But I don't want nothing at all

If it ain't you, baby

If I ain't got you, baby

Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything

But everything means nothing

If I ain't got you, you, you

Your head lay on your mothers shoulder as your sister continuously dabs at your eyes, and checks your makeup. The doors to the building opened and twelve Dora file out six heading right and six heading left in single file lines. Once they get in position they faced center. And then there she was. Shuri. Okoye to the left of her and Nakia to the right of her. Your eyes immediately connect with hers as the music began to swell. Shuri began walking towards the other end of the path as the Dora threw their arms across their chest in salute as she walked past. She was stunning in a simple black suit tailored to perfection with a diamond harness, and her heeled boots. You loved when Shuri wore heels. Your sister squeezed your arm, and you lifted your head to look at her, she took your flowers, and they both looked at you eyes watering smiles setting their faces aglow. “Go on, baby. Go get your woman.” Your mother says. You smile, turning seeing that Shuri was standing at the end of the pathway waiting for you. You take a deep breath, and step onto the glass as Shuri does the same. Swallowing, you walk toward the love of your life, your gorgeous gown flowing behind you, as water shot into the sky beside you with each step you both took. 

If I ain't got you with me, baby, oh, ooh

Said nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing

If I ain't got you with me, baby

You now stood face to face with Shuri. Your body shaking with anticipation. Nerves getting the best of you already. Her eyes were glassed over already holding back tears. She let out a deep calming breath grabbing both of your hands.

“Molo mntu omhle (Hello Beautiful)” Her voice echoed throughout the area so that everyone could hear. You offer her a soft smile as you let out a wet exhale. Her eyes sparkled as she looked down into your eyes. “I’m sure you’ve gathered what is happening by now.” She smiles, and giggles were heard around the yard. “ I was inside the building kind of panicking, because I wanted to do this from the heart.” She let go of one of your hands placing her right hand over her heart. “So I didn’t write anything and my mind was going blank in there because I’m nervous as hell!” More laughter erupted as you let out a chuckle. She grabs your hand again. 

“I knew though, that once I was in your presence, everything I needed to say would come rushing at me. You’ve always had that effect on me. In my position I have to always be strong, logical, unemotional. But with you I’m just Shuri. To everyone else I’m The Black Panther, and to you I’m just Kitty.” She shakes her head at everyone’s laughter. “I can’t believe I said that outloud. When I met you, I was searching for something, little did I know it was someone. The girl of my dreams. The one who would unapologetically give all of her love to me. You stood beside me as a friend, and I knew that I could always depend on you, that anything life threw at me you’d be there beside me. You’ve been my strength when I wanted to give in. I could spend a lifetime showing you how special you are to me. You made it easy for me in the loneliest times of my life. I knew the moment I saw you dance I wanted to marry you. Cause damn.” 

She bit her lip grinning and nodding to herself. You softly hit her arm. “Move it along perv.” You say as laughter filled the area. “But really, everything about you seemed so familiar to me. The feel of your hands, the way you felt in my arms. If I could go back in time, I’d tell you thank you. Let you know your as beautiful now as you were then. Hold your hands just like I’m doing now. The same hands I’ll hold in front of a minister, the same hands that’ll carry my son and his sister. I’d thank you for the first kiss in three weeks, for when we make love in six weeks. For the ring you’d wear proudly 3 years from then. For when you say I do in fall and for those beautiful children of ours. I know it would sound strange because we would have just met. But I’d be thanking you in advance.” There wasn’t a dry eye in the room. At this point you were trying not to hyperventilate. 

Shuri with her own tears streaming down her face, licked her lips and let out a puff of air before continuing “We’ve been through so much intombi yam (my girl) we’ve laughed, like when you had that show in Georgia and as we left the arena someone in traffic was playing “wipe me down” and you climbed on the roof of our moving car just in time to yell” Everybody in the crowd yells it out as Shuri says it “B.O.O.S.I.E  B.A.D.A.Z.Z THATS ME!” The crowd was roaring as you did a little twerk as they sang. Shuri threw her head back laughing. Everyone had saw that video, it went viral and was on every news station across the world. “You pissed Okoye off that day. But that’s what I love about you. You’re fearless and nobody makes me laugh like you. We’ve cried. In the beginning I didn’t go about us in the best way. And I’ll spend the rest of our lives making that up to you, if you’ll have me.” She got down on one knee, and you let out choked sobs. “As Queen and Black Panther. I kneel to no one. But today and forever after I kneel to you humbly. Y/f/n will you do me the honor of being my lifetime partner, my wife, my Queen.” She pulled out a box opening it to reveal one large oval diamond with a vibranium band with clustered diamonds. You were absolutely speechless. All you could manage was a breathless “yes” as you nodded.

Shuri smiled big sliding the ring onto your finger before standing and scooping you into her arms, holding you by your waist as you grabbed her face placing kisses all over before finally connecting your lips as she spun you in circles. Fireworks started to go off as you heard “ Happily Ever After” by Case began to play in the back ground. That was one of your favorite songs. You pull back looking into her eyes. “I’m so in love with you”

“I hope so fiancé.” she says as she finally placed you on your feet. As soon as she placed you on your feet your mom and your sister rushed you. “Let me see the ring!!“ your sister yells. You proudly hold out your hand as you guys scream and jump around together “OH MY GOD that is beautiful sister! You did your big one with this one sis! Big Panther not the lil one!” She said turning towards Shuri and hugging her. Shuri stepped back and popped her lapel “Well you know” You all share a laugh as your mom pops your sisters arm.  “Danielle act like you got some sense!” Your mom says as she hugs you. “I’m so happy for you y/n. You seem to be in wonderful hands.” She turns to Shuri giving her a hug. “Thank you for loving my daughter the way you do. I’m so happy to welcome you as my bonus daughter. You’ve got plenty of family now, so visit as often as you can.” Shuri teared up a bit more going in for another hug with your mother. “Of course we will. You won’t be able to get rid of me” 

Nakia, Okoye, Aneka, and Ayo all come up and embrace you giving you congrats and gawking at the ring. Nakia pulls you to the side, holding your hand as Shuri and M’Baku teased one another. “Thank you y/n for loving her the way you do.” You gave a soft smile. “I don’t have a regret in the world Nakia.” She steps up and engulfs you in a long embrace. 

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The rest of the night was filled with drinking, laughter, music, dancing, pictures and congratulations. You and Shuri had finally entered the sanctity of your second home. Both of you heading straight toward the bedroom upon entering your home. Entering the bedroom you’re surprised once again to see that Shuri had had it decorated for the night while you both were out. Candles lit up the room, with rose petals and balloons. There was a large assortment of fruit with whipped cream, honey, and chocolate sauce lined across the top of the tray, and a bottle of champagne with two glasses, sitting at the center of the bed.  “Baby I can’t cry anymore tonight. I’m going to turn into a puddle.” You’d already started crying. She walked up to you pressing her body against yours, placing a soft kiss to your lips “Nwabela usuku lwakho owaqala ngalo iqabane” (happy anniversary fiancé). 

“Happy Anniversary sweet lady” You bite your lip as Shuri bit hers smiling and blushing. She began helping you out of your dress and you both collapsed onto the bed.  Shuri sat up straight on the headboard as you straddled her lap nuzzling your head into her neck, nothing but your panties on, as she absentmindedly massaged your back.

“Shuri”

“Hm”

“You’re beautiful. Everything about you.” You sit up looking into her eyes. “You never cease to amaze me, and I am so proud of you and how far you’ve come my love. How far we’ve come together. Today was beautiful. I couldn’t have dreamed of a proposal more perfect. You caught me completely off guard. I’m so thankful that I get to call you mine for the rest of our lives baby. You have my heart forever.” Shuri with tears in her eyes closed the distance kissing you with a slow passion. Gently, she laid you onto your back as the kiss became hungrier, hands roaming your body with intention. Every touch meant to cause pleasure. “I’m going to give you my all tonight.” Is all she said before she pulled away from you completely. She removed her harness and her suit jacket and you weren’t surprised to see there was nothing underneath. But all the same your core leaked with want and your mouth began to water. 

Shuri hovered over your body, bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she lowered herself onto you maneuvering her head to settle into the crook of your neck. She inhaled deeply taking in your scent, slowly she began licking the area where your neck and jaw connect. She lapped at it like a cat three times before giving it a hard pulsing suck. Drawing out a long moan from your throat. She pulled back and stared deep into your eyes. You looked up at her; your juicy lips slightly ajar, want written all over your face. That’s when you witnessed it. Her usual deep dark brown irises, turned green. Pupils turning vertical,  like slits as her inner feline came out to play. You gasped. Heart rate increasing in excitement. This was new.

Suddenly, you hear a ‘KHOOOAAA’ sound and a cool sensation hitting your nipples. You gasp looking down to see Shuri applying whipped cream to your breast. You’d been so distracted by her eyes that you’d totally missed her reach for the can. “Baby w-what are you doing?” “Making a sundae.” she says with a wink as she placed down the cool whip and grabs the honey.  She takes the bowl of honey and the honey dipper from the tray. Using the honey dipper she placed honey over top of the whipped cream. And then with a sly smile made a trail all the way down your body. You looked at her as you bit down on your lip. “Baby I’m gonna be all sticky”

“Kulungile (it’s ok). I want to get sticky and wet tonight” She winked, and you let out a moan. 

“You like that huh, my dirty dirty girl” Shuri grabbed a half of a peach from the tray placing whipped cream and honey on top of it as well. 

“Shuri what are you doing?” She looked over at you and tsked twice. 

“Patience is a virtue my dear.” In seconds she’s back over top of you with the peach placed on your lips. “Open for me.” You opened your mouth like a good girl. As she places the peach inside. “Have a snack, while I have my meal” You bite into the peach as Shuri starts on your breast still holding the peach to your mouth. You moan looking down at her as she cleaned up the pretty mess she made all over your body. You take the peach from her hand so that she could concentrate on her meal. “Fuuck Shuri” you whisper. She looks up at you mouth messy with whipped cream and honey. Her cheeks sucked in as she gives your nipple a hard suck and releases it with a pop, getting rid of the last bit of cream. “Haaaa” you moan out. “That must be one delicious peach.” Smirking at her you take another messy bite of the peach. It’s juices running down your chin. Cream coating the corners of your mouth. Staring right into her hungry eyes you give each side of your mouth a lick. 

Shuri comes up only for a moment to suck the juice from your chin and bottom lip, before continuing her path down your body. Making it down to your lace panties she took them between her teeth and with a low growl she gave one hard yank pulling them from your body. Sitting up with your black lace panties trapped between her teeth, mouth shiny from honey and traces of whipped cream. She looked sexily rabbid and you wished you could take a picture and hang it on your bedroom wall. Turning her head to the side, not taking her eyes off of you, she opened her mouth allowing the panties to drop out of her mouth. You felt your slick pool out into the crack of your ass. 

“Mmm. Panther I need you please! Please fuck this pussy Queen Panther!” 

“As you wish.” Shuri immediately lowered herself to your pussy, spreading your lips apart, she used the tip of her tongue to lick directly through the center of your pussy. Her head tilted to the side eyes closed as she enjoyed your taste. Moving her head up and down she went from your clit to your hole, arms wrapped under your legs holding you wide open.  “Damnit! Eat that shit! Queen! More please More!”

She smirked in your pussy. Then she began to concentrate on your clit taking into her mouth giving it pulsating sucks before she started to suck and release. Building pressure at the tip of your clit. She released one of your legs placing her fingers at your entrance. “Kaninzi? (More)” Before you could answer her fingers entered you. Her other hand still wrapped around your thigh reached over to your pussy pushing back the skin above your clit giving her full access as she continued her pulsating sucks, while simultaneously massaging circles into the area above your clit, leaving no area of your pussy unsatisfied. “F-FUCK! W-what are you doing to me! W-what I-is Aaah.” 

Shuri nodded her head “Mhmm” You were thrashing as Shuri easily held your legs opened, one with her forearm as she pumped, her arm wrapped around the other. As the tip of your clit began to pulse. Shuri pulled back. “Whatever you feel sthandwa let it go for me. Soak my face”.  With that she placed her tongue underneath your clit and closed her mouth around it. She moved her tongue in and out of her mouth as she sucked. Your mouth fell open, but no sounds came out as your eyes rolled back into your head. Your body began to convulse and she then began to shake her head from side to side as a fountain of liquid poured from your womanhood.

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When you opened your eyes. You were confused. You were still in bed but had been cleaned up and placed under a new cozy comforter. You were facing Shuri’s side of the bed. But she wasn’t there. It didn’t take long  to figure out where she was once you felt a light breeze. Both doors to the balcony where open and Shuri sat on her knees infront of them. Just as you were about to get up to walk toward her, her voice echoed through the room

“Bast, I know I don’t talk to you as often as I should. But, I wanted to properly thank you. I was so lost when y/n came into my life. And I know I’ve been careless with her. That is unmistakable. I was young and confused. I wanted to feel anything. I don’t understand everything about what you did. However, I am eternally greatful for you sending her to soften the blow. For giving me a love that stands through any and everything.” Her voice caught in her throat as she choked back tears. As she stretched her arms to her sides. “With open arms, I promise to give her my all, every part of me, because I know she is my destiny.” She let go of a sob. “I finally know. I’m so glad. I thank you Bast for showing me the one, I am no longer searching, She’s so perfect, Bast. Please don’t take her from me. Please.” She ended in a whispering plea as she let the dam break. Covering your mouth as tears poured from your eyes. You let her have her moment with Bast.

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Present

It was 2:14 am, and you sat on the edge of the hotel bed next to your sleeping husband. You were crying for her. The memory taking a hold of your heart. Sliding down the side of the bed with your face buried in your hands. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and took it into the bathroom. Your palms were sweaty as you searched for a number. You found what you were looking for and your thumb hovered over the contact until you got a serge of bravery and hit the call button. The phone rang three times before you got an answer. 

Nakia: Y/n?

“Where can I find her?”

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A/n: If you’re a fan of the Shame series you have more than likely realized that this is Part 6 to the series. If you’re not. Welcome. I hope you enjoyed! Part 7 will be out soon and it will be the FINAL CHAPTER!

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[madiisixx]

Could you write a Nikki sixx x reader we’re him and the reader meet at the whiskey and he like falls in love at first sight but gets kinda scared and doesn’t talk so much so she thinks that he is a snob lol and they have kinda of a fight and then he’s just like blurts out Saturday???? And she’s like huh?

"So Saturday?" l Nikki Sixx x Reader

& One night when you were bar tending behind the bar at the Whiskey you notice a mysterious man come in in all leather and wreaked of rock n roll. But there's more to him than you see

AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first time writing in well over 7 months so bare with me! thank you so much for this request! it was fun to write :)

This was not how you envisioned your Friday night working at the Whiskey.

There had been rude customers all day, you've gotten drinks thrown at you multiple times from old men when you didn't bring their drink fast enough, and your boss was being a bitch and made you go change your outfit because the one that you had worn was "too conservative and won't bring in business'"

You had begged to differ when he handed you a new change of clothes. It was the most open top that could pass as a bra far too much to your liking as well as short shorts that rode up every time you bent down to get the alcohol mixtures from behind the bar,

to say you were annoyed was an understatement.

as 12:30 rolled around, the bar became less and less busy which in turn you decided to pour yourself a jack and coke because hell, you deserved it after working for these assholes.

even the strippers got paid more than you.

grabbing the ice and Jack and coke, you poured yourself a glass and knocked it back as it had been water. You winced at the taste and wiped your mouth clean of any residue before turning around and started to wash the glasses that needed to be put away for the night.

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as you had gotten finished with the glasses, your eyes had glanced at the clock and it had measured almost 1:15.

Rolling your eyes at the time, you heard the bell chime at the opening of the bar signaling to you of one's presence,

you turned around and were about to sigh to yourself, before you saw the man sauntering before you.

his eyes were the first thing that you noticed about him, they were so green and enchanting, he looked like his looks could kill.

which to many women, they did.

His hair was tall and jet black just like his leather jacket and leather laced up pants that was too tight but it fit him so you didn't care.

As he approached you, you noticed that he looked oddly familiar but you couldn't quite put your fingers on it.

Putting on your best fake smile and charm, he sat down on the bar stool across from where you were standing and propped himself up on his arms.

you two were sitting in silence for a while that was filled with this tension all around both of you that was so full of lust but neither of you noticed.

Rolling your eyes, you squinted at him. "are you just gonna stare at me or are you going to order something to drink?""

He smirked every so slightly and leaned back on the chair and crossed his arms but made no attempt to talk to you.

"look dude I've been here since 10 am so if you're not gonna order anything i''m gonna head on home since I stayed because I heard you come in".

you kept your gaze on him and wondered if he really wanted a drink or if he just wanted to push your buttons.

little did you know, Nikki was nervous.

he noticed you a while back when the band came here after a gig at the star-wood and he immediately knew that you were the one for him.

normally he wasn't a hopeless romantic because that was Tommy's shit but he felt that it was different to you. That's why he decided to come in as he was already on the strip anyway after hanging out with a couple of his buddies.

he knew that you probably thought he was a snob because he didn't reply when you asked if he wanted a drink, but in reality he was enamored by your beauty.

Deciding to have enough of his antics, you had rolled your eyes at him and turned away to gather your things when you heard him speak up for the first time that night.

"Saturday?"

furrowing your brows, you turned around and looked at him. "What?"

He drummed his fingers against the oak wood on the bar counter and almost looked nervous as he spoke, "Saturday? Are you free?"

You bit your lip and tried to hide your smile. He was asking you out on a date. You couldn't lie that you noticed he was extremely attractive when he walked in.

You pretended to think for a moment and you could tell he was getting nervous because the drumming of his fingers became more consistent.

"yes Saturday I'm free. Why, are you asking me on a date?"

He bit his lip and smiled, giving you a little shrug. "I guess I am. As soon as I see a beautiful girl like you I knew I had to shoot my shot"

Blushing at his words and reaching over the counter to place your hand on his that was drumming, you leaned in close and whispered.

"it's a date Rock star"

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"A Green Queen" AU

Daisies

The yoshi leapt and bounded as it tried its best to keep up with the floating ship.

"C'mon, we're almost there!", She exclaimed. "Just a little bit ahead"

The yoshi huffed only to skid to the side and run to the left. "Wait, no! The ship is that way!"

She tried to steer its reins to the right, but it yanked its head back again and sped towards the open desert.

It looked up and leapt once more before an array of crimson blocks appeared, leading up to the sky.

"Oh..", she noted. The yoshi looked back at her unamused. "Hehe sorry.."

It nodded then crouched down and jumped up onto the blocks. The two came onto the final block, the ship passing it quickly, and as the yoshi bounced towards it Daisy held in her excitement.

As the foot of her ride hit the edge, the two got knocked back by a huge boulder-like figure, falling into the sand below.

"No!", She yelled as she watched the ship leave. Daisy stood up, widened her stance, and faced the stagnant rock ready to fight it.

Several Ganchans broke off from their fused boulder form and rolled past her feet towards a figure behind her. The yoshi looked over to it and hid beside Daisy once it saw him.

"Leaving without a present-" the voice coughed.

Daisy's eyes widened as she turned towards it. "Ugh, not you again!"

Prince Khufo grinned, his fur pulsed with electricity causing him to twitch and jitter uncontrollably. "Y-You know, if I didn't know any better. I'd let you go, like my poor old father did."

"Out of mercy.."

"Hah! He did it out of pity, but I know better.", He clapped his paws together and out of the ground, several Ganchans stuck to her and the yoshi, imprisoning them in stone all the way up to their necks.

"You little shi-"

"Ah! Mind your tongue there, I'm not afraid to cut it off~", he snorted. "Besides, I have a proposition. As you know, running an empire is quite boring and I'm in the mood for something... entertaining. Without the King of Koopas to play with and most of my parties being put on hold, due to the damage done to my castle. I'd like to strike a deal."

Daisy blinked then started to laugh, leaving the Prince bewildered by her reaction.

"H-Hey! Im serious!"

Daisy sniffled, "Sorry, sorry. I can't help it. All I see is a little immature kitten getting into something over his head. You don't even realize the severity of this, do you?"

Khufo's chest puffed, "Y-Yes, I do! I'm well aware of the Koopa Troopa and Bowser's army, b-but they have no king so they're weakened.", He hissed "Besides, you haven't even heard what I wanted yet. If you're so adamant about NOT listening, there's always the forcing you."

She moved her head away as his light purple claw grazed her cheek, "What do you want?"

"Simple, I want you to spy on the Queen for me."

"Queen?!"

"Yes, Bowser's husband."

"Husband?!"

"How long are you going to do that?"

"That?!", She exclaimed. He squinted his eyes as she held in her laughter.

"....By the stars, my father should've-"

"I'll.. do it. But I want to know why."

Khufo sighed, "It hasn't clicked yet? Geez, you're both stupid and ugly."

"Ugly?!"

"SHUT UP!", he yelled. His fur stood on end as he did. "Look, I know you're after the little red human. However you won't be able to catch up to them without assistance, so I'll help you get to him and you can help me find out more information on the Queen."

She looked down at the yoshi. It would take at least a few weeks and possibly a month to not only figure out where the ship was heading but also to catch up to it on time.

"Sure, what the hell.."

"Excellent! While we're here anyways, any questions?"

"You said there was a Queen? I did hear a koopa yell his name, but I didn't know Bowser took on a partner."

"It was rumored amongst his allies, but I saw it with my own eyes and they seemed...fine."

"What does he look like?"

"..... Tall, fair skin, pretty hefty, blue eyes, facial hair."

"Could you be a bit more descriptive?", She groaned.

"You'll know him when you see him", Khufo smiled. He flicked his wing, to which the Ganchans released themselves from the two captives. "Now, I'll get you a small balloon. I'll cloak it for a few hours, but after that you're on your own. Get on it before getting caught."

Daisy checked the small cuts on the Yoshi and nodded. "And medical supplies."

Khufo blinked, "what for?"

"You injured this yos-"

"He'll live. It's a few cuts, get over it."

She stood up and aimed a punch at the Prince only for a shock of electricity and magic to shock her off of him.

"Ugh..."

"Like I said. Get over it."

She glared at him as he and the Ganchans headed back towards the castle.

"C'mon, you'll need to get on before sundown."

Daisy stood up slowly, the yoshi slightly nudged her to get on but she shook her head, "I'll be fine. You on the other hand..."

She ripped a few strips of clothes from her cloak and tied them around as many cuts and gashes as she could.

The yoshi beamed at the bandages then turned to her wagging its tail. She nodded and it gave her a quick lick to the face, causing her to laugh.

"You're welcome! Now, let's get going..", she sighed. Her eyes looked over to the Prince who was waiting for them to follow.

Both exchanged a glare, but she simply walked towards him, gripping the reins tightly. Her hands shook violently, upset she couldn't do anything further.

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