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@whatupitshuff only you can make me read a snow fic

It's Just Pretending

A/N: Yes yes yes- I have come out of hibernation to write for everyone's white boy of the month. Tom Blyth, I'm not too sure where you have been all my life, but you've been living in my head rent free since I first found out you would be playing Young Snow.

To everyone: Yesssss I am aware that he grows to be a vile human being but like, Young Snow is fine AF so here we go mmmmkay? Plus look who else I have written for, are we surprised?

Y'all enjoy!!!!

The gala was in full swing as soon as you walked through the massive black marble front doors. On your left, you could see your father was talking to President Ravenstill, your mother adorned on his right arm like a beautiful piece of decoration.

You swallowed thickly, averting your gaze as well as your thoughts about your future, away from the three.

You stood stationary as you looked around for familiar faces. Here and there you could see family members of those you went to the academy with, filtered in with fast talking reporters and politicians aiming to put their best foot forward and gain more votes during reelection season.

The entire capitol was buzzing in preparation of the 10th hunger games and a gala to celebrate the games was new. You guessed it was Dr. Gaul's way of attracting more viewers or gaining more money for the games.

You didn't quite know how you felt about the whole thing. Throwing a massive capitol party while kids were plucked from all 12 districts to fight to the death seemed…. tasteless, however, they were district… So why did it matter anyway? Right?

Out of the corner of your eye you could see one of Panem's most notorious families moving around, looking much too uncomfortable to be seen as pure born capital citizens.

The Plinths were, as everyone knew, district born. Strabo Plinth bought his family's way to the capitol after the war and never once gave any implications about being district since he stepped foot on capitol grounds. His wife, whose name you never found out, looked both overwhelmed and overjoyed at the same time. Her smile was too big, her laugh seemed too loud, her cheeks were flushed and her hair was frizzed as if she couldn't stop running her fingers through it. Next to the pair stood their son, Sejanus and you felt your body relax slightly at the sight of someone familiar.

Sejanus Plinth was… complicated. Even now as he stood next to his father with a strained smile on his face, you could see what the others could not.

An actor.

Someone pretending to be something they weren't.

A liar.

Sejanus was all of these things wrapped up nicely with a big, sparkly ,capitol bow. In public he pretended to be the good son of one of the richest men in the capital but in private, around you and Coriolanus… Sejanus would say things that skirted the line of treason. You never knew quite how to respond to him, always defaulting to Coryo to answer for you as Sejanus’s words would often leaving you feeling both angry and guilty at the same time.

Strabo leaned over and said something to Sejanus who, tensed immediately and delivered a shaky smile with a hesitant handshake to the man standing in front of Strabo. You could see from where you stood just how knotted up Sejanus's shoulders were and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers across them to relax them.

Over the past 6 months, you and Sejanus had developed something of a romantic interest in each other. You hadn't planned on it, with him being district born and the sheer reputation he carried with him, however, you couldn't stop yourself. His smile was as contagious and infectious as his bright laugh. His true nature was to help others and despite his comments towards the hunger games and the capitol, you found yourself feeling safe in his presence.

“Pardon me..” someone said from behind you as they scooted by you. You tore your eyes away from Sejanus and gave the stranger a small smile and moved to grab a glass of champagne from one of the Avox waiters.

You thanked him and turned on your heel, looking for others who you could converse with. You could still see your father towering over everyone as he spoke firmly and authoritatively. You were able to catch bits and pieces of his conversation as his voice drifted above the rest and you internally cringed. You needed to move further away from him. Getting pulled into a conversation about politics was at the bottom of things you wanted to do tonight.

You took a healthy drink of your champagne as you dove further into the loud crowd, you quickly maneuvered around people until you were standing in the back of the room. It was quieter and you could hear your thoughts more clearly as you let out a tense breath.

“Ah! Y/N! You're here! I was beginning to think you weren't showing.” The familiar voice of Clemensia said from your left. You turned and smiled, thankful to find yet another pair of familiar faces yet annoyed that your solitude was interrupted so soon.

On Clemensia’s right, arm looped in hers, stood Coriolanus Snow. You smiled wider and let the rest of your body relax. If it was one thing you realized over the years of being Coryo’s friend, was that he had the uncanny ability to make your anxious thoughts freeze in their place and then vanish altogether after about five seconds in his company.

“I'm just uh, hiding from my parents.” You stated before you took another sip of your champagne.

Coryo eyed you with suspicion but said nothing as his gaze followed your drink to your lips.

“Well, you're doing so beautifully, this dress is remarkable by the way.” Clemensia said. You glanced down as if you forgot what you were wearing but you didn't. Your mother insisted you go with the simple fitted white dress that had sheer , lace embroidered long sleeves and a square neckline.

You had originally turned your nose up at it, insisting it was a gala, not a wedding.

“Every social invite presents itself as a marriage proposal dear.” She had said before she left you to get ready.

So here you stood, the only one in white except for Coriolanus who stood taller than most of your classmates. His black dress pants seemed to fit him just a tad too tightly as you could see the beginnings of his socks poking out from the bottom of his pant legs. The dress shirt, adorned with black buttons and pleated fabric pulled nicely across his chest and paired beautifully with the white jacket that was decorated with one of his famous white roses.

Your gaze caught Coryo's again and you ducked your head as you felt your cheeks warm.

Coriolanus and you had grown up together. Your fathers had been particularly close before Crassus had died and during the war, you could remember hiding at the Snow's place a couple of times while your parents left to engage in diplomatic war efforts.

You considered Coryo to be your closest friend and the person you trusted the most.

“Thanks Clemmy. You look beautiful as well.” You stated.

Clemensia smiled and glanced between you and Coryo before she unwound her arm from his and glanced over your shoulder.

“I see Archne, I have to ask her about a paper real quick. Don't get in to too much trouble while I'm gone.” Clemensia stated before she left you and Coryo standing in silence.

Your eyes unconsciously flicked down Coryo's body once more before an image of Sejanus popped in your head, causing your shoulders to straighten and your eyes to snap back up to Coryo’s smirk plastered face.

“Did Tigris make this?” You questioned, pointing at the suit.

Coryo glanced down, much like you had at his outfit and smiled sheepishly.

“Yeah, she did. Don't know how, but, you know, she's amazing with clothes.”

You knew about Coriolanus's family predicament and how the Snow's fall from the financial top had landed them sorely at the bottom of society. You didn't care but you knew how much Coryo did. You were exhausted by how much effort he put into hiding his lack of riches so you could only imagine how tired he was.

“You look nice.” You stated simply.

A tinge of red crept up Coryo’s cheeks causing a wave of butterflies to kick off in your stomach.

“And you look beautiful.”

He said it in a quiet, confident, matter of fact way that left no room for argument and you quickly found yourself looking away from his piercing gaze only to meet your fathers in return.

“Shit.” You mumbled

From the corner of your eye, you watched Coryo’s gaze follow your own. It took no time at all to realize that he understood as his body straightened much like a peacekeeper would in front of their general.

“no no no no..” You grumbled as you watched your father bid farewells to the man he was speaking to and make his way over to where you stood. Your mother followed his lead and before you knew it, they were both less than 3 feet away from you.

You quickly turned to Coriolanus and opened your mouth to speak but froze at the sound of your fathers voice.

“Ah, Y/N, finally, I can meet the infamous boy who seems to have swept you off your feet. Coriolanus, such a pleasure to see you again son, how are you and the family?”

You swallowed and let your eyelids flutter shut for a brief moment before you opened them again and met Coryo’s confused gaze. You silently willed him to understand and go along with it.

Your parents knew you had been seeing someone. They could tell and plus they had eyes and ears everywhere. Last week they seemed to have had enough of your sneaking around and cornered you over family dinner.

“So, Y/N. How's the academy going?” your father asked.

You looked up from your baked carrots slowly. You knew this question was a segway question, a bomb perfectly set to go off by a powerful man as your father was always aware of how the academy was going for you. He frequently visited it and always had late night conversations with both Dr. Gaul and Dean Highbottom.

“It's good, top of my classes.”

“Yes, your teachers have kept us informed of how well you are doing academically.” Your mother chimed in.

You nodded silently and took a sip of water to wash down the bundle of nerves caught in your throat.

“They also let us know you seem a bit more distracted lately. Missing the first morning check in at breakfast, running late to classes.. they suspect you may be overworked or that you may have a boyfriend.” Your father questioned bluntly.

So there it was. The real question. Why were you slipping in class, cleverly disguised as an interest in your love life.

“I uh-” you began but stopped.

There was no way you could tell your district hating parents that yes, you had a boyfriend, and yes, that boy was Sejanus Plinth. They would all but murder you where you stood and ban you from everything you knew and loved.

You looked at your parents awaiting faces and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“I'm dating Coriolanus Snow.”

Now here you all stood, fiery embarrassment burned in your gut and you quickly finished off your champagne.

Coriolanus slowly turned back to your father and extended his hand, snapping into the ever so charming boy that everyone fell in love with instantly.

“Mr. L/N, I'm doing well. So is the rest of my family. How about yourself and you too, Mrs. L/N.”

“We are doing great. Especially since Y/N told us that you and her seem to be dating. Truly, I couldn't have selected a better match for our daughter myself.” Your mom said.

Your insides twisted and you willed a hole to open up beneath you so you could fall in and never be seen again.

“Well she is a wonderful woman. You've raised quite a beautiful and scholarly daughter if I may say so myself.” Coryo said, falling into place as your fake boyfriend perfectly.

You felt him step closer to you and wrap a respectful arm around your waist. Even between three layers of clothing, the contact felt like a hot iron on your skin, branding you where his fingers gently dug into your waist.

You cleared your throat and glanced up at your father. He seemed more pleased than you had seen him in years and shame wove its way into your bloodstream.

“Well, the two of you look stunning together. Like you were made for one another.” Your mother continued.

“Mom…” you groaned.

Coryo's fingers tightened deeper Into your waist and you swallowed down a gasp.

“It's true darling.” she stated.

You took a chance to look at your father, he was peering down at the pair of you with a look on his face that seemed satisfied yet unreadable. From off in the distance you could hear a voice calling out for your father and you internally thanked whatever you needed to, that your parents were being called away.

“Looks like we are needed elsewhere, but Coriolanus, I’ll expect you over for dinner a couple times a week. If Y/N is as in love with you as I think she is, then we will be seeing much of each other in the future. You should stop by the office sometime, I can share some old stories with you about your father.”

You watched as your father extended his hand this time. Coryo took it with as much authority as he could muster and flashed both of your parents his dazzling smile.

“See you at home darling.” Your mother stated as she looped arms with your father once again and headed in the direction of the voice.

You let out a long breath and took a chance peeking over at Coryo. He was already looking at you and you felt a heat creep up your neck. You barely noticed that he was still wrapped around your waist and you shifted your body so that you were facing him. He slowly let his arm graze down the side of your hip before it fell back to his side.

Painfully you wished he kept his arm there.

“Dating huh?” Coryo asked with a smug smile.

You pushed his shoulder gently and shook your head.

“I couldn’t tell them that it was Sejanus I was sneaking around with. They’d all but hang me themselves.” You stated as you glanced over your shoulder, looking for any signs of the Plinths.

“So why was it my name that you first thought of then?”

You continued to glance around the room, not responding to Coryo’s question right away. You couldn’t locate Sejanus or his parents and briefly you wondered if they left. Before you could give much more thought to it, a gentle hand tucked itself under your chin and brought your face back to the owner’s attention.

“Did you hear me?” Coryo asked softly as he stepped closer to you. Your heart rate kicked up and you wondered when you started feeling this nervous around Coriolanus.

“You were just the first person I thought of.” You responded.

Coryo arched an eyebrow, his jaw was clenched ever so slightly and he looked both intrigued and annoyed at the same time.

“Why?”

“Because I-”

Why indeed? Why did you think of Coriolanus first? There were several other people that you could have named and yet, you chose him. Your closest friend. Your most trusted friend. The one who knew practically everything about you.

“Because I trust you.” You said simply.

Coryo hummed and released your chin. You hadn’t realized just how close the pair of you gravitated towards each other as your chests were practically touching. You glanced down at the lack of space between your bodies while your brain internally screamed at you to move.

What if Sejanus saw you? What if someone took your picture and it was spread all around school? What if Coryo did something? Worse…. What if you did something?

Your feet went to move but before you could excuse yourself, Coryo grabbed your hand and started leading you to the dance floor.

“Coryo what-”

“If your parents are to believe this , we must dance, or must we not?”

He leveled you with a challenging look like he always did in academy debates and lectures. You couldn’t stop yourself from rising to his challenge there and you most certainly couldn’t stop yourself now.

All thoughts of Sejanus and the Plinth’s left your mind as you weaved both of your hands into Coryo’s and allowed yourself to be pulled flush against his body.

A soft waltz like melody began to play and not surprisingly, you and Coryo fell into a perfect sync with one another. The academy trained you both in many areas, not forgetting ballroom dance as it was seen as an important skill to possess.

“I wasn’t lying by the way..” Coryo said into your ear sending a shiver down your spine.

“About?”

Your eyes traced around the room as Coryo spun you expertly. You saw your parents looking at the pair of you, proud as ever and it was now that you noticed just how many people were staring at you and Coriolanus.

Your body connected with his again and you let out a breath.

“You are beautiful.” He stated.

You looked up at him, all sarcastic remarks falling mute on your lips. In that moment, something heavy shifted between the two of you. Neither of you could see it but you both felt it. It was like a cord had been attached to both you and Coryo’s body and you weren’t aware of it until you continued to grow closer and closer to one another , finally connecting the two ends of the cord.

“Coryo…” You whispered.

The lights behind Coryo illuminated the blonde in his hair and the blue in his eyes and for a brief moment he looked angelic. He may be the one calling you beautiful but Coriolanus Snow was no disappointment himself, he was absolutely handsome in a devastatingly painful sort of way.

Your eyes flicked to his lips and every train of thought you had ceased. An eerie quiet fell over both you and Coriolanus and the only thing you could think was him. You rose up on your tiptoes, fully aware that he was leaning down at the same time, if you inched just a smidge closer , your lips would touch his in what you knew would be an earth shattering kiss.

You inhaled momentarily, eyes fluttering closed as you prepared yourself to be forever changed before everything came to a halt.

“Hey Y/N” Sejanus said.

A/N: Part 2 perhaps? A series maybe? Who knows!

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blackmissfrizzle · 5 months

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Don’t make me come out of retirement @whatupitshuff

Jon Bernthal at the New York premiere of "Origin" on November 30, 2023

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blackmissfrizzle · 5 months

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So cuteeeee

You and rio bring too loud and the kids having an idea what y’all are doing

Thin Walls

Rio Martinez x black!fem!reader

WC: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+, smut, not so sneaky sex, oral f!receiving, cussing, p in v sex, creampie bcus i have a problem, use of 'daddy', use of y/n, shitty ending cus i ran out of things to say.

"Mmm, you always starting shit." Y/n groaned as her husband kissed down her neck, his warm arms wrapped around her waist as she washed the dishes. "Come on baby, just a little quick one."

Yn giggled as he nibbled on her earlobe, his sneaky hands running up her shirt. It had been a while since they had any alone time and if she was honest, it felt like she was constantly throbbing with every touch he gave her, even a simple wink made her want to jump him. How could she not? Rio was so fine, well-tatted, he treated her like the most precious diamond in the world and when he put it down on her he made sure she could barely speak after.

It's not like they didn't have the time for it, but there was always-

"Mommy!"

-little interruptions.

Rio kissed his teeth and chuckled getting off of her as tiny footsteps came closer to their environment. Their thirteen-year-old son Marcus and their nine-year-old son Marcello came with poked-out bottom lips. "Can we have a snack please?"

"Why don't you ever call for your father huh? Y'all only call him to play ball or video games." She was joking, if the boys needed her for anything they could always rely on her and they knew that but sometimes it'd be nice for them to holler for their father more often. "He doesn't make good snacks." Marcus scolded. Rio scoffed throwing a plastic cup that she just washed at him, she kissed her teeth and glared at her husband, sometimes it felt like she had three kids instead of two.

Rio searched the pantry for some goodies, he tossed a bag of Cheetos on the counter and told them to snack on those. They groaned but grabbed the bag and went back to their activities upstairs. "Easy peasy," His hands found their way back to her skin. "Now where were we?"

Yn ignored him, well tried at least, but her body's response was a dead giveaway. She inhaled sharply as his teeth playfully grazed across her shoulder blade, he squatted down behind her— he smirked lifting her little skirt that she may or may not have worn on purpose. She sighed when his teeth sunk into her cheeks, not hard enough to hurt but just enough to leave a faint outline. Yn leaned forward giving him further access to her pussy, he moaned at the prettiest sight in front of him.

His tongue danced between her glistening slit, she quietly gasped at the quick contact. "I'll fuck you right here if you want it." He teased. She didn't want to say it, every time she begged for him she sounded like a desperate little bitch. And maybe she was.

"Rio..." She whined pushing back, he spanked her. "I wanna hear it."

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please fu-"

BOOM! A loud thud disrupted their moment and a faint argument started upstairs. Both parents let out a frustrated sound. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." Rio cursed. Yn snickered. "That sounds like a problem for Dad."

He put her skirt back down and pressed a quick kiss against her neck. "I'm not done with you mama, trust me."

Those words lingered in her atmosphere long after he'd left, she was wondering if it was too late to call someone to watch the boys so she could get some time with her husband but they had school tomorrow, what was one more day before the weekend?

The day felt like it was passing so slowly, the couple shot little looks at each other and small touches as they passed by. The boys did their homework, ate dinner, showered and were now downstairs playing video games until their bedtime. Rio found this to be the perfect opportunity to resume his actions from earlier. He double-checked to make sure they had their headphones on which they did. Rio snuck upstairs peeping through every room until he found his wife right where he wanted her.

Yn was minding her business with her towel wrapped around her tits, she was fresh out of the shower and going through her skincare routine. Rio slid inside the room gently closing the door and locking it. The tick of the lock made the hairs on her neck stand at attention. "Hey baby," He smiled walking over to her. "Hi..." She responded curiously watching him remove his shirt and toss it on the floor. "What are you doing?"

He shrugged loosening his belt, his hands coming into contact with her soft skin. "I can't just sneak up on my lady once in a while?" His warm arms held her waist as she applied her serum. "You can." She quirked an eyebrow, "You look suspicious, what'd you break?"

He sucked his teeth. "I'm trynna break you." She blushed pushing back against him. "The boys are downstairs," She reminded. Rio shook his head and pressed his lips to the column of her neck, and moved up until he got to the back of her ear, whispering. "You don't miss me?"

Her eyes fluttered as she felt her towel loosening, "I do." She mewled, "They're playing video games," He explained delivering another smooch, "Headphones are on," His sneaky nimble fingers danced against her thigh. "They won't hear shit."

Before she could respond his hands left her body, she whined yearning for them to return to their places. She watched through the mirror as Rio, who was now stripped to his boxers, made himself comfortable on the bed, she was fighting the urge all she could but it'd been so long. She turned to see his eyes glued to her, waiting for her to make her decision.

One round wouldn't hurt.

His eyes flashed with joy as the towel hit the floor, her pretty naked body presented in front of him, he licked his lips darting his eyes to the various tattoos that soaked into her coffee-coloured skin. He nodded for her to come over and she giggled skipping over to him. The bed dipped under her weight, she straddled him, his hands resting on her thighs. "I swear when them boys leave this weekend..."

Her hands lay flat beside his head as she came in closer, plump and glossy lips dangerously close to him. "What's gonna happen, baby?" She teased flicking her tongue against his pouty bottom lip. "I'll fuck you all over this house girl, stop playin' with me." She squealed after receiving a hard slap on her ass. Y/n leaned down pressing their lips together, tongue tangling in a sweet dance, she moaned as his hands travelled down the side of her thighs pulling her forward to sit right on top of the tent in his boxers.

Her clit twitched feeling the material brush against it. "Fuck, maybe we should wait." His lips moved down the column of her neck and down to her chest. "You sure?" He teased, the way she was not-so-subtly grinding against his erection, gave him a whole different answer. "No." She whimpered. Their bodies tussled as they switched positions, Rio sat back on his knees pulling down his boxers, her eyes glued to his hard dick, so pretty and begging to be sucked.

"Later," He said as though reading her mind. He left smooches down the valley of her heavy breasts, taking one in his mouth, his hand doing the rest of the work in finding itself between her legs. His middle finger slid between her lips, she flinched, just one touch could spark her whole body up. He ran it back up her slit, joining his ring finger into the mix-- the pads of his fingers slowly toyed with her sensitive bud. She let out a deep sigh, "Baby, please,"

"Let me have my fun, don't worry about it."

She groaned, she was impatient, and just because the boys had headphones on does not mean they couldn't just burst in. They were on a time crunch. He moved his mouth down to replace his fingers, his tongue now playing with her emotions, she bit her lip to suppress her moans but failed miserably once she felt those fingers return, stretching her out a bit. His fingers quickly became slick with her arousal, "Fuuuck," Her eyes closed as she just allowed the pleasure to encapsulate her body, her toes curled and nails scratching at his scalp. All she could manage was a consistent string of "Oh, yes." and "Fuck, fuck!" Him constantly reminding her about the boys as if that wasn't her main concern just a few seconds ago.

She clenched around him once and he removed his digits and whined when he placed a gentle kiss on her clit. He went back to sitting on his knees, his fingers gliding against the smoothness of her inner thighs. She used that opportunity to try and nudge his boxers below his waist, he caught wind of what she was doing and immediately jolted her legs back. "Hm, maybe we should wait." He taunted. She whimpered.

"Hold your legs." He instructed, her hands resting in the crook behind her knee holding them apart giving him a full display of her pussy, he groaned pulling down his last piece of material. He tapped his sticky tip against her clit before sliding down her slit and pushing inside her heat. An almost pornographic moan left her throat, her own hand covering up her mouth to muffle another sound. He pulled back and slowly re-entered her warmth, shivers running up his skin. He could never get tired of this feeling. How cozy she felt, so tight and snug around his dick-- sticky and wet just for him. Y/n's shaky hand pressed against his belly button to hold him back from giving her too much.

Rio smirked shaking his head. She was lucky he wanted to make this quick otherwise he'd pin her down. A string of whimpers was all he could hear, "Yes," Her head fell back, the pleasure creeping up her skin. He leaned down resting his head in the curve of her neck and shoulder, lips finding their way to her hot skin. The dip at the base of her throat glistened with sweat. "Ohhh, Christopher."

"You feel good baby?"

She gripped his bicep. "So good, so fucking good."

Her eyes rolled back, her nails scratching his skin leaving numerous red trails. His name flowed like a river out of her mouth, her back arched pressing their chests together, and her walls convulsed around him. His hands went under her back and she wrapped her arms around her neck while he showered her in more affection. She was receiving an overwhelming sense of pleasure that she didn't want to stop, his tip was ramming into her soft spot she was dripping down his dick, her juices even running down his balls. Tears brimmed her lower lashes, she was getting close. "Baby, fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum on this dick, don't hold out on me." He growled.

Y/n felt her eyes cross and her mouth open but no words left only her panting which in itself was enough to send Rio over. His thrusts becoming sloppier she knew he was just as close as she was. "Y/n, oooh I'm cummin' baby." His voice was raspy, and his body heat increased. "Nut in me, please."

Her toes curled as she leaked onto him, her walls quickly tightening around him and her body falling almost limp. She gasped feeling his cream ooze inside of her and quietly giggled at their mess.

Of course, he'd get her messy after she just came out of the shower. He leaned down giving her a quick kiss before pulling out. Y/n slowly sat up and looked over at him. "I just got clean you know."

He shrugged and chuckled at the fake irritation in her eyes. Her naked body slipped out of bed and wandered to their shared bathroom, she reached her hand out for him. He did not hesitate to chase her inside the shower.

The next morning was off to a late start, Y/n rushed downstairs searching for something to make for the boys' lunch which she usually did the night before but obviously got distracted and forgot to do it. She ran her hands over her face in frustration as she instead searched for her purse so she could at least give them money for lunch.

"Good... morning." Marcus greeted side-eyeing his mother as he walked around the other side of the kitchen island. "Morning, sweetheart, how'd you sleep?" She was still a bit flushed about last night's events. "I don't know."

She scrunched up her face. "You don't know. Okay. Well, what do you want for break-"

"We had breakfast already, I'm just waiting for Celly so that we can go." He answered quickly continuing to avoid eye contact with her. Her eyebrows squeezed together leaving a small dimple in her forehead that she often got when she was confused. "You're not going to say bye to your dad?"

He snickered and shook his head. "Okay, Marcus Emilio Martinez, what is going on this morning? Why won't you look at me? And what was so funny about what I just said?"

Marcus exhaled dramatically and finally looked over at his mom but cringed when he did so. "Don't you mean to call him, Daddy?"

Y/n clutched her imaginary pearls, fuck sake-- they heard them. She buried her head in her hands, her shoulders bounced as she awkwardly laughed about what was being discussed so early in the day. "Marcus..."

"Marcello doesn't know anything, he fell asleep in the middle of the game, I carried him upstairs and heard... some things."

"Fuck..." She mumbled. "Heard that a lot too."

Y/n was utterly embarrassed, she just scarred her kid for the rest of his life. She beat herself up for falling into that trap, she tried her best to be quiet. "Marcus, I am so sorry-"

"I don't want to talk about it, I'll take Marcello and we'll catch the bus today."

On cue, her youngest walked in. "Morning Mommy,"

"Morning, honey. Sorry, I didn't make it down on time for breakfast."

"It's okay," He shrugged flashing his almost toothless smile. Oh the innocence of that boy, naive to all that had transpired between last night and this morning. Marcus checked his watch and urged his little sibling to grab his bag. She bent down pressing a kiss to his head, it was Marcus' turn but he inched back a bit. "I'll give it twenty-four hours." He laughed, and he hugged her as a replacement.

She handed him a bit of cash, enough for himself and his brother and he headed out the door. Y/n sighed, she turned around to see Rio finally entering the kitchen. "Mornin', pretty girl."

She crossed her arms poking her tongue against the inside of her cheek. "What?"

She grabbed a nearby towel and chucked it at him. "Marcus heard us last night, I told you we should've waited until this weekend."

Rio found it amusing really, he laughed and shook his head. "This was a team effort mama, you didn't want to wait either."

"Don't pin it on me too." She pouted, he snuck up behind her encasing her in his arms his lips returning to her neck as if they weren't on her all night. "Well, I mean... they're not home now."

She gently elbowed him in the stomach. "Become familiar with your right hand."

"Come on, really?"

"Yep."

If you liked this fic feel free to like this fic.

Comments and reblogs are appreciated.

I still have no idea what Rio's last name is (If he even has one in the show I dont remember) so I'm just gonna use Martinez from now on.... I think it suits him. Peace and love

tags: @skyesthebomb @rio-reid-whoreee

(also tagging who I think would be interested): @darqchilddaydreamz

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blackmissfrizzle · 5 months

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Hey! Hope you're doing well!

Now I am 💕 thanks for checking up on me!

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blackmissfrizzle · 5 months

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Omg he would be the cutest girl dad

Rio trapping his wife again

Y’all already had 5 kids. All boys. You gave up a long time ago on having a little girl but Rio hadn’t. Your youngest was almost a year old and for some reason Rio thought that gave him the green light to have another.

“Christopher im gonna punch you if you don’t leave me alone.” You mumbled as he kissed on your neck. He had told you earlier that night. that he wanted to try for another baby. Your sons were spending the night with his grandma upon her request and that gave Rio the perfect opportunity.

“Gimme just one more.” He begged, sucking slightly on your sweet spot.

You tried to resist him, you really did. But a few more begs, traveling fingers, and a few more kisses, ended up with you fucking him. All night.

He was so good that by the end of the night, he had you begging for him to give you another baby.

That would end up being his routine. After you gave him the green light, He made sure to cum in at least once a day, to ensure he would get his daddy’s girl

A few months later, after getting sick every morning for over a week, and become nauseous to every smell, you went to the doctor. Even though you recognized the symptoms, surprise surprise! Your pregnant.

Of course Rio took care of you your entire pregnancy. Held your hair if you sick, massaged your feet, talked to the baby everyday. Only it wasn’t just him, it was all your sons too. They cared for you and their youngest sibling just like Rio did.

Rio felt this pregnancy was different. He just knew that you were having a baby girl. And boy was he right and wrong at the same time.

By the time you were 5 months you were as large as a house. You brought it up at your doctors appointment and weren’t you surprised.

“There’s baby number 1.” The doctor said showing you where the first baby sat. “And there’s baby number 2.” She moved the mouse over a little bit more. “And then there’s baby number 3!”

Both yours and Rios mouths dropped when she announced you were having triplets. The doctor asked did you want to know the genders and you and Rio both said yes.

“It seems that your having 3 identical girls!” Congratulations mom and dad!” The doctor cheered before giving you some privacy.

Rio stood and gave you the biggest hug and kiss in the world, with his eyes filled with tears. “You heard that beautiful? Three little girls.” He held you for what seemed like eternity in joy.

When you got home and announced it to your sons, the amount of joy that was through the house could blow the roof off. All throughout your pregnancy they all helped you pick out clothes, shoes, and toys all for their little sisters

3 months later and you went into early labor. Your labor lasted for 32 hours, with you screaming, crying, and even staying calm at some point. When you were finally able to push it took around 30 minutes to get each baby out.

Rio stood next to the bed holding his first daughter, on his right and his second daughter in his left. You held your third daughter from the bed. They looked more like you than him. They had the perfect shade of brown with your beautiful eyes, but they took his nose. Each girl was born with a head full of hair.

He couldn’t wait until they started to develop into their own person. He wanted to see would they take after you or him. It was his favorite parts of watching his babies grow up.

“Thank you.” Rio whispered. “You gave me 3 more beautiful kids. I love you more than you’ll ever know baby.” He leaned down and kissed your lips. When he pulled back he bit his lip. “2 more and we’re done.” He laughed, hoping you would agree.

You scoffed, before looking at your babies. “These 3 are going to run you down, not even including the other 5. your not gonna want anymore.”

You both laughed and waited for your sons to come and meet their new baby sisters.

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blackmissfrizzle · 6 months

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Y’all telling me there ain’t no fics about this man?!

Please don’t make me do it

JALEN HURTS: Post-Game Interview (2023)

#jalen hurts #I’m about to become a football fan

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blackmissfrizzle · 6 months

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One more thing happens to Ms Megan....and I will be coming out with my gun. Amen.

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blackmissfrizzle · 6 months

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I can’t imagine this happening but has Bucky ever yelled at Malyshka ?

He did raise his voice once the night she gave her bodyguards the slip, they had a fight and the next morning, they were both a little on edge.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

CW: Smut, implied arguments, dom/sub dynamics.

AN: Written on my phone and unbetad.

☆Mafia Masterlist☆Bumblebee Series

"Excuse me?" Your tone is soft, almost curious, it belies the glare you're leveling his way. "Tell me again what I can't do?"

Bucky grits his teeth, the muscle in his jaw ticks. He never meant for this fight to spill over into the next morning. He had planned on apologizing until he saw you packing your bag for your bachelorette party.

A whole day early.

Jealous and an unfamiliar emotion roiling in the depths of chest had his tongue moving faster than his brain. His chance to make things right went up in flames the second his mouth opened and he told you that you couldn't have any dancers at your party.

What he really meant to say was he needed more time with you after yesterday.

Instantly all the progress he made last night was eradicated. Now he's desperately wavering between holding on to his pride and risking making things worse or begging for forgiveness.

"Malyshka—"

"Don't Malyshka me, James." You step up to him, wrapping your hand around his obsidian tie, and yank him down to your level. Taking your phone out of your pocket, you manage to call your best friend without breaking eye contact with him. She picks up on the second ring. Her greeting echoes through the quiet bedroom.

"Hey girl, listen you know how I said I wanted to keep things low key and girls only for my party?" you respond, pulling him even closer so your lips are almost touching.

You don't want him to miss a single word.

"I changed my mind. I want it all. Strippers. Lap dances—"Bucky's brows knit and his deep blue eyes take on a dangerous glint. "Matter of fact, instead of one night let's make it the whole weekend. You think you can still get us into that club?"

"Hell yeah," she exclaims, immediately rattling off all the places she's going to take you this weekend. He nods slowly, murmuring something under his breath.

"Can't wait," you say, grinning wickedly. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you bite down and watch his eyes darken. You hang up, letting him go at the same time. Abruptly spinning on your heel, you head back to the bed and open up your overnight bag. Critically eyeing everything you already packed, you toss out the sweatpants. "I won't be needing these anymore."

Bucky watches as you stroll over to the dresser and pull out a handful of lingerie. "These will look much better on me. How touchy do these lap dances get? I never gotten one before so I better get my money's worth."

"Malyshka," he chuckles, his voice deepening to a near growl, the sound sends a pulse of heat down your belly. "I thought I explained to you last night what happens when you don't listen to me."

He catches the way you shiver as the memories of last night replay in your head.

The room fills with your frantic cries of dontstopBucky and mindless pleas for more and more. Sweat rolls down your back, your hands clawing at his shoulders, trying to get a hold of something, anything as he bounces your trembling body on his cock.

He made you promise to never leave without protection, to call him first before acting brazenly, to not scare him again.

He made you promise a lot last night, half of which you don't even remember, so drunk off mind-blowing pleasure that everything became a haze after the fifth, maybe sixth, time Bucky brought you to your peak.

"Guess I forgot." You say, defiantly meeting his sharp gaze and select his favorite pair of panties, deliberately adding them to the pile you're making.

A smirk stretches across his plush lips and he casually walks to you, pinning you to the dresser with his large body. Clasping your chin in his hand, he tilts your face up as his calloused thumb sweeps across your cheek. "I'll remind you."

"Apologize first," you demand, your breath coming out on a shaky exhale. Even when you're mad at him, you still need him. But that doesn't mean you won't make him work for it.

"Do you want me to say it—" Bucky shrugs off his suit jacket and rolls up his sleeves, keeping you in place with a firm press of his hips. He drops his hand between your bodies and gently cups your pussy. "—or get down on my knees and show you how sorry I am? You know what they say about actions meaning more than words."

It's not a difficult decision.

"I want both."

"That's my girl." His lips graze your ear, his bartione rolls across your skin, a heady pulse flaring between your thighs. "And have your little fun this weekend but I swear I'm about to fuck you so good, you're going to feel me inside you the entire time."

We'll explore the bodyguard incident and the bachelorette/bachelor parties in more detail. Do you really think Bucky will let her get that lap dance? 👀

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blackmissfrizzle · 6 months

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Oh they’re a fucking meance😂

In Between

Description: of course you’d come to them if your boyfriend wasn’t treating you right. They were your best friends after all. You weren’t expecting them to take advantage of the situation though.

Tags: minors dni, smut, oral (female receiving), edging, dubcon (better safe than sorry), if I missed any please let me know 😭

(A/N: Omg I’m finally just gonna put it out I’ve been writing this on and off for so long lmao still not edited though cuz fuck the grammar police hahaha I hope you all like it. Please like, follow, and reblog with a comment 💜✌🏾)

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“He wouldn’t what?” Bucky asked with a look of bewilderment on his face about what you had just told him.

Maybe you were doing the most by spilling things, but what can you say, you were upset. Had just walked in on your boyfriend with someone else after he’d told you over and over again that nothing had been going on. To say you were in your feelings was an understatement.

It wasn’t like things hadn’t been on and off for a long time anyway but this was the final straw. You were so sick of him doing this to you. Of him lying to your face.

Telling you that you’re the only one and that he was serious about you. Honestly you really should have known be would have turned out to be a player. The worst part was that it seemed like you were never the one to get off. Felt like you’d wasted your time. Probably why you were spilling everything to The Winter Solider.

It was almost like things were coming out as word vomit. Secrets spilling from your mouth that you hadn’t even told Natasha as they were too embarrassing.

Except he was sitting there acting like he really cared and clearly you needed that. Even more so when you started to say way too much.

“I know, right!” You scoffed. Thinking about the way he’d treated getting you off like some kind of chore.

Honestly you should have dumped him after the first time he said to you, ‘I don’t eat pussy.’

“So he never?” Bucky asked with a raised eyebrow.

You shook your head, sniffling. He looked so taken aback.

“That’s bullshit,” Bucky said once again with a scoff. Eyes trailing all over your body. Thinking to himself what an idiot your ex was for not appreciating what he had. “Aw, Honey,” he cooed, grabbing your hand when he noticed you tearing up.

As if you should be wasting tears on that asshole.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled some more. “I don’t even know why I’m upset right now. He’s not even worth it.”

Well, he was happy that you knew that.

“It’s okay,” he replied. “You know I’m right here.”

You nodded as he leaned forward to pull you into a hug. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Needing to melt into him as the vulnerability hit you like a freight train.

“Thanks, Bucky,” you managed to say, pulling away so you could look at him. “Steve’s so lucky to have someone like you.”

Bucky glanced down at your lips. Wondering what Steve would say if he even saw the two of you in this position. You needing a shoulder to cry on as he wished he could comfort you in the way he wanted to.

Not like Steve wouldn’t understand. He saw the way his boyfriend looked at you.

“Yeah well, Steve’s stuck with me so…”

You chuckled stopping to wipe your eyes. Bucky gently placed a hand on your cheek so he could do the same. Thumbing away the droplets.

“Wish I could find a great guy like you. Hell like either of you. Seems like I’m only ever getting into relationships with assholes.”

That kind of sparked something in his chest. Hearing you say that. Sitting here spilling his heart out to him.

“Oh yeah?” He asked. “Well you know I think you deserve better.”

You smiled and wiped your eye. “Thanks, James.”

“It’s okay,” he said, finally reaching out to give you a hug. Seeing that you clearly needed it. “You know I’m always here for you.”

“I know,” you whimpered. Honestly you didn’t even know who else to come to besides him and Steve. They’d really done so much for you after they’d moved in. Sure you kind of had to get used to living next door to the superhero couple, but so far they’d kept you pretty safe.

It was super convent. Hadn’t had to walk any groceries up to your place in months either. Seemed like the two of them were always there to take care of whatever you needed. Took such good care of you. Always.

So how did you think Bucky was going to feel when he heard that your ex hadn’t been. As if any man wouldn’t be happy to have a face full of pussy. Especially yours. Honestly what a fucking idiot. Even the idea of getting a taste was making him feel things he normally didn’t.

“I can’t believe he wouldn’t eat you out, though,” he laughed. “What a- why didn’t you say anything.”

“I don’t know!” You laughed too, pulling away. “I just… I don’t know…”

“It’s okay. We’ll just find you someone that’s going to take care of you right.”

Once again you laughed and honestly he was just happy to see it. Hated having to see you cry. Especially over some bullshit like a man that couldn’t even pleasure you properly. Why cry over him when Bucky could be making you smile.

“You’ve got such a cute little laugh,” he complimented. Not like it wasn’t something he did a lot.

Him and Steve both did. Always wanting to let you know how beautiful they thought you were. Thought they’d just been doing it as your friends, but Bucky just couldn’t deny his attraction forever. Look at you.

Even crying you were one of the prettiest girls he’d ever seen. Had gotten all dolled up for an asshole that didn’t deserve it. Makeup creeping down your face. Fuck. You shouldn’t have to waste such a look.

You let another one of those giggles, looking down and using your shoulder to rub away a tear. Bucky leaned forward so he could place his hand underneath your chin. Lifting your head up. “Honestly, Doll,” he started, “you might be the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“You’re just saying that,” you sniffled.

“No, I mean it. You know I do.“

“Bullshit,” you replied.

“I really do,” he said. “Why do you think Steve and I have to take care of you so much. Pretty thing like you shouldn’t have shit to worry about.”

Inside your heart felt like it could stop. He just looked so handsome as he spoke. Had recently gotten a haircut so he looked even better. Fresh faced. Even in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt he looked hot.

Not like you hadn’t thought about him or Steve before. Knew they were both bisexual so it wasn’t like they wouldn’t ever be interested in you but still it always felt like such a long shot. They were your best friends. You weren’t supposed to be thinking about them at night when you touched yourself. Especially when you had a boyfriend.

And they were from a different time. Actual gentleman back in the day from what you gathered. Wanted their women in the home and spoiled.

Sometimes the idea of it sounded kind of nice. Having a man dote on you. Then you had two of them really, really interested in your well being. Of course you were going to crush a little but you didn’t want to cross any lines.

“I don’t even know what I’d do without you both,” you said.

“Hey, that’s how we feel about you. Who else is going to cook for us and make sure our place is tidy when we’re gone.”

You chuckled. “You make me sound like a housewife.”

Bucky shrugged. “I mean… it’s a good look on you. Could see that.”

“Well, I mean, I’d have to find a guy first.”

“I mean… maybe you already have,” he said.

“What?” You asked with a chuckle. “Bucky, I-,”

“I know,” he cut you off. “But, can I be honest?”

“Okay…”

“You know how much I love having you around and I-,”

“What about Steve?” You asked him. “I can’t just… I can’t just do that to him.”

“We’ll worry about him later,” he replied, stroking your cheek, making you look at him. Finally placing a kiss on your lips.

You quickly pulled away with a gasp. “Bucky, we can’t… he’s my…”

“Shhh, don’t worry about, Steve, Baby,” he tried to assure you, your eyes hitting his. Something about his gaze making you feel warm on the inside.

“I- no we can’t just…”

“Yes we can,” Bucky said. “It’s okay.”

And as bad as you wanted to keep fighting him. For some reason you just couldn’t. As Bucky pulled you close so that he could go back to kissing you.

Fuck his lips did feel good. And everything with your now ex. You were vulnerable. You wanted to feel wanted.

But, Steve…

“Don’t worry about Steve, Baby,” Bucky whispered in your ear again. “Focus on me.”

Bucky’s fingers went under your dress. Gripping your thighs. A curl in his lip. Fuck he was so pretty.

He slowly pushed you down. Climbing on top of you so he could really take control. Pushing your legs up so that he could get in between them. Kissing you more before you could protest.

Bucky was getting his fucking taste. Just because your stupid little boyfriend didn’t want to taste it, didn’t mean he didn’t want to. He was getting it.

“Fuck!” You gasped as he started kissing your collarbone. No longer thinking about your ex or his boyfriend.

Felt good to have you right where he wanted you. Finally. It had taken him this goddamn long.

You laid back as Bucky got on his knees. Placing a kiss on one of your knees first before going up towards your thigh. A breath hitched in your throat. If you were feeling hesitant, he could change your mind.

“Bucky,” you whimpered as he spread your legs, to get a good look at your panty covered pussy.

“So fucking pretty,” he groaned as he looked up at you. His poor girl still obviously shy. That’s okay he’d take care of you. Just needed to-

“Fuck!” You cried as he kissed you through your panties. “We shouldn’t-,” you tried to keep it going.

Not like he cared as he pushed your underwear to the side so he could lick a strip from the bottom up to your clit. Making your words get caught in your throat as you laid back with a moan. Yeah that’s what he fucking thought. He knew you wanted this shit.

You trembled as he feasted on your clitoris. Sinking into the cushions as your hips stuttered. See he knew you liked it. It was so much better when you didn’t fight him. Now he could really give it to you.

He didn’t waste anymore time as he pulled the fabric from your body. Not giving a single fuck as to where it could have possibly been discarded before diving back in. It had been a long time since he’d done this, but it’s not like Steve wasn’t aware that he’d missed a woman’s touch. Maybe more than he realized.

“Fuck me, Bucky,” you sobbed as he got you closer. It had been so long since sex had just been about you that maybe you should take advantage of being a pillow princess. What girl wouldn’t want her hot metal armed best friend to eat her pussy. Can’t believe you tried to turn this down. “Don’t stop!”

Not like he planned too. Especially as he dipped his fingers into your cunt. Twisting them around so he could find your spot.

“Ah!” You cried, as soon as he hit it. That’s his fucking girl. He watched as your face twisted up in pleasure. Could taste how close you were. How yummy you were.

“Buck!” Steve’s voice could be heard from the hallway as the door slammed closed.

You sat up, quickly. Pushing his head away and scooting away from him to smooth out your dress. Shit. Fuck. “Babe, it’s okay,” Bucky whispered.

What the hell does he mean it’s okay. His boyfriend was about to walk in on-

“Oh, Y/N, I didn’t know you were here,” Steve said as he came into the room. Placing a quick peck on Bucky’s lips making your mouth drop. He had to have tasted you on his lips. You found yourself feeling stuck as you sat up, making sure you were covered. “Is everything okay?” Steve asked with a raised eyebrow.

Except it was like you couldn’t speak. What the hell were you supposed to even say as if his boyfriends face hadn’t just been close to making you squirt all over it.

“She caught Bryce cheating,” Bucky explained. Funny how that literally had not been on your mind this entire time.

Steve looked taken aback and scoffed. “What? No? Seriously?”

“Y-yeah… with… some girl,” you replied, not wanting to meet his eyes.

The super solider frowned as he grabbed your hand to pull you into a hug. Wrapping his arms around you. “Oh, honey. I’m sorry. He’s a fucking idiot,” he said, much like his boyfriend when you’d first told him.

Only making you feel more horrible inside. How the hell could you do this to him. Especially after what Bryce had just done to you.

“It’s okay,” you said. “Maybe I should go.”

“And go where?” Bucky asked. “Not back to that apartment I can tell you that. Just stay here.”

The pair of panties Bucky had taken off of you were practically staring at you from the other side of the room. Steve’s back turned to it. “At least stay for dinner,” he said. “We can get whatever you want.”

Except even the suggestion made you feel more awful. Steve did not deserve this. If anything you should just say it. Not that the words would actually leave your lips. Tongue tied and all you could do was nod.

It was insane how quickly Bucky was able to act totally normal. Or that you were more frustrated that you never actually got the chance to finish. They were right though, you really didn’t have anywhere else to go, but here.

So there you sat right next to Bucky as the three of you ate the dinner Steve had ordered you. Trying to keep your cool as you didn’t want to bring too much attention to yourself. Even as you squirmed in your seat, trying to relieve some of the pressure. Bucky had really done a number on you. Could still feel his mouth on your lapping at your clit.

“So what happened?” Steve had finally asked from his spot across from the two of you. Obviously wanting to know everything. Not like you two weren’t normally close.

Your jaw dropped as you immediately tried to think of a lie. “Um, nothing,” you blurted out.

Bucky put his hand on your thigh, attempting to relax you except you were way too on edge. How could he just be touching you like this.

His boyfriend on the other hand raised an eyebrow at your outburst. “I thought you caught Bryce cheating?” He asked.

You closed your eyes. Duh he was talking about that. “I mean, I did,” you replied with a nervous laugh. “Yeah, he was with some girl.” You sighed.

“Well, what are you going to do now? You know we’re not going to let you go back. We have a perfectly fine guest room,” he said a smile on his face. Looking every bit of nice and sweet as he always did. The guilt already feeling like it was going to eat you up.

Didn’t even pay attention as you felt Bucky’s metal hands going up your thigh more. Getting dangerously close to the intimate place his face had just been buried inside of. You put your hand over it to move him, but he didn’t budge. Not giving a single shit.

You gulped at his fingers found their way up your dress again. Biting your lip as he chuckled. Not taking his eyes off of you as you struggled to answer. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Bullshit.” Bucky laughed. “You’re staying with us, Doll.”

You crinkled your nose which turned into biting the inside of your cheek, trying to hold in a moan. “We won’t take no for an answer.”

Well, that much was obvious.

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The two of them helped you get settled in. You wore one of Bucky’s t-shirts since you literally didn’t have anything else. Had finally managed to grab your panties before you hoped Steve had seen them.

Your body still screaming out for release. Before giving you his shirt he’d whispered in your ear. “And you better not make yourself cum when you’re in the shower. Only I’m allowed to do that.” Wanting to prolong your torture.

What kind of shit was that. How did he get you so worked up like this. So easily. Hell that whole time you were with Bryce you can’t remember that happening. Not like you wanted to think about him.

The distraction was pretty nice, you had to admit. Who had time to think about being cheated on when your hot best friend was trying to eat your pussy.

As you opened the door you poked your head out, hesitating to call out to them. Hey, guys?” You called. Poking your head out from the restroom.

“Yeah?” Both of them were quick to chime in.

“Can you bring me some shirts!?” You asked. “I’m a little… exposed.”

You couldn’t see him, but Bucky snickered as Steve tilted his head at him. Both of them standing on either side of their king sized bed. “What?” Bucky said. “Oh come on I’m sure it’s fine,” Bucky tried to say with a straight face, but as soon as he was done he chuckled.

Steve shook his head, but couldn’t help the smirk that came on his face. “It’s really short,” you complained. “And I don’t have clean underwear.”

With that Bucky winked in his boyfriend’s direction. “Be right back.”

The smirk didn’t drop from the super soliders face as his boyfriend left the room. Only to go back to making up the third spot on the bed between them.

“What’s up, Doll?” Bucky asked seeing your head still sticking out.

“It’s too short,” you said, biting your lip.

He raised an eyebrow. Going to push the door open, not caring that you’d been blocking it. “Lemme see.”

“No!” You protested.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Oh come. You’re acting like I didn’t just eat you out,” he said.

“Steve is right outside,” you whispered harshly.

He rolled his eyes. “Steve’s in the room.”

“Yeah and he has super soldier hearing,” you pressed.

“It’s not all he has,” Bucky said under his breath. “Doll, you’re fine. I can’t even see anything.”

“My ass is out!” You gasped.

The man smirked at that, getting behind you to press your ass into his crotch. “And what a nice ass it is,” he whispered in your ear. Flesh hand landing on your breast to squeeze it and not giving a shit as you tried to swat him away. Going down your body until he was pushing up the shirt.

“We can’t!” You protested as his hand slipped down to your pussy. As bad as you wanted him to touch you, it didn’t seem wise. Fuck your body was practically crying for the release he couldn’t give you earlier.

“Everything okay?” Came the other man’s voice from outside the door.

Bucky scrunched his nose. “Yeah,” he called. Going to open up the door. “Tell her it’s not that bad,” he pressed.

You tried to tug it down so it was a little bit more past your thighs. Face heating up as Steve scanned up and down your body. “You look fine, Doll.”

Ugh. There the both of them go. The two of them were way too handsome to be having you stand here exposed with a dripping wet pussy. You bit your lip. Not like anyone else would see you. Just them. “Well… ok…” you sighed.

“Wanna watch a movie before bed?” Steve asked.

You nodded. Bucky put his hand on your lower back. Going down dangerously close to your ass. Only to finally come down to squeeze it tightly. Making you yelp. “Ah!”

Steve furrowed his eyebrows but laughed. “You ok?”

“I’m fine,” you squeaked, putting your hand over your mouth. Before making a pointed look at his boyfriend.

“Anyway, I was thinking we could watch a movie before bed,” Steve suggested.

“Actually, I’m kinda tired,” you immediately replied. Going to stretch your arms up and yawn until you remember how exposed you were.

“Oh come on, it’ll be fine,” Bucky said, nudging you.

“No. I have to be at work so early,” you replied. “It’s already way too late.”

“Hell no. You’re taking a sick day.” He looked appalled at the notion.

“I can’t.” You sniffled. “Besides, I’m off the next day. I’ll be fine.”

Bucky huffed. “Alright, fine, but what are you going to wear to work then?”

“I’ll just wash my clothes before we go to sleep,” you replied with a sigh. Haven’t exactly thought all of that through.

“So, movie it is?” Steve said.

Of course they’d get their way. Trying to keep your shirt from riding up too much as you went on your tippy toes to put your stuff in the wash. Closing your eyes when you realized your panties were still missing.

You peeked over to where they would have been. Except Steve would have definitely noticed them by now. “Looking for these?” Bucky asked. Holding up the pair. You immediately glanced over at where Steve was in the kitchen before reaching out to snatch them. “Ah, ah, ah,” he held them above his head. “Finders keepers, Doll,” he teased.

You let out a huff, crossing your arms. “Why are you being like this?” You asked. Honestly it was all so shocking. Normally he was such a sweetheart. He eats you out once and this is what he turns into?

Bucky shrugged. “Because I can,” he replied with a wink before leaning into kiss your cheek. “Now wipe that look off your face before I do it for you. You hear me?”

You nodded and sniffled. Wishing you’d gone anywhere else. Natasha’s maybe. Or hell even Sam’s place would have been fine. Not like you didn’t like how Bucky’s mouth had felt on you. It’s just now you were feeling terrible for doing all of this under Steve’s nose.

“Good girl,” he said, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

You sighed as he went back to the bedroom. Making you raise an eyebrow. Weren’t the three of you supposed to be watching a movie?

“Hey, Doll,” Steve said from his spot on the bed. Going through Netflix. “What movie did you wanna watch?”

“Oh? We’re watching in here?”

“Yeah?” He replied. “That a problem?”

You looked over at Bucky who despite not responding, had a smirk on his face that you wish you could wipe off of him. Sitting there smug with his hand in his pocket. No doubt toying with the pair of panties he’d stolen.

“Actually I think I’m just gonna go to bed after all,” you said. “I’m really tired.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Well, I forgot to set up the guest room.”

You crinkled your nose. Of course he did. “That’s ok. I can just sleep on the couch.”

“What?” Steve chimed in. “We have more than enough room for you, Doll. Come on.”

They had to be fucking with you. No way was Bucky getting what he wanted just like that. “No it’s fine. I’ll just get blankets from the linen closet.”

“Doll,” Bucky’s voice was stern. Commanding even. “Come. Here.”

You hated it when your feet started moving. Whether you wanted them to or not. “What?” You asked, not meeting his eyes as you stood in front of him.

“First of all, drop the attitude. Second, we told you, you’re sleeping in here so get over it.”

Steve watched the two of you, not saying a word. Didn’t he care that his boyfriend was trying to manipulate you? Right in front of him. Your bottom lip quivered, tears prickling at your eyes.

“I just wanna go to bed,” you whispered.

“Fine. There’s a perfectly good spot right between us. Is there a problem with that?” You shook your head. Not wanting to even argue anymore. Didn’t even feel worth it.

It was just too much for one night. All of it was. Can’t believe you hadn’t just started bursting out crying right between them.

Instead you tried to get some sleep. As restless as you were. Trying to keep yourself from tossing and turning since you didn’t want to bother them. Not like you had much room considering you were squeezed between two giant super soliders. “You ok?” Steve asked in a tired voice.

“Hm?” You hummed, not taking your eyes off the ceiling. “Can’t sleep.”

He yawned. “Hey, I know your ex was an ass, but you know Buck and I are going to be with you through this whole thing, right?”

You nodded, not saying out loud what was really on your mind. Fuck this was so wrong. Screwed up on so many levels. Too bad you didn’t kick Bryce out instead of coming over here, but at the time it was the natural thing to do.

Hell there was barely even any room between their giant bodies. Even in this large bed. Felt like if Bucky rolled over he’d end up squishing you. He’d gotten so damn close. Bad enough that the t-shirt they’d given you was sitting above your ass now.

“It’s ok I’ll be out before you guys even know it,” you said.

Steve scoffed. “Don’t be silly. You know you can stay here as long as you want. A city like this is no place for a little girl like you all alone.”

You scrunched up your nose at that. “I’m not a kid, Steve. I can take care of myself,” you assured.

“Yeah, but you shouldn’t have to. Not as long as Bucky and I are around to do it.”

Speak of the devil, that was when he wrapped his arms around your waist. Pulling you against him. Ass going to his crotch. You let out a gasp and tried to wiggle away, but with Steve so close you were stuck. Not like you could get away from him anyway with the hold he had on you.

Not like you didn’t know that he was a cuddler. Not the first time the two of you had fallen asleep together. Never with your naked ass out though.

“It’s ok, Steve. Really,” you tried to assure him. As you were doing that, Bucky decided it would be a good time to sneak his hand between your legs. Taking advantage of you being bare. You let out a gasp, jumping as soon as his hand made contact.

“You ok?” Steve asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh huh,” you squeaked out, trying to grab at his hands, but all he did was use one of his to hold yours down as he continued touching you.

“Hold still, little girl,” Bucky whispered in your ear, saying the last words in a mocking tone.

Your face felt hot as you looked forward at the blond. He had to know right. There was no way Bucky was just doing this right in front of him and he had no idea.

He pawed your thighs. Making sure they were nice and spread as his hand hands continued their torture. One going underneath the shirt to cup your breasts. Tweaking your nipples. He was groping you like he didn’t give a fuck about getting caught. Only made worse when his fingers finally touched your clit.

You bit your lip to keep yourself from crying out. Especially as he pushed you back so you were really pressed against him. Hard dick to your ass.

“I’m ok,” you tried to assure Steve. The words on the tip of your tongue. Pressure building in your stomach already as you’d never had the chance to finish earlier.

“When are you going to get your stuff?” Steve asked. “You know we’re going to come with you, right.”

Instead of fighting him you just replied, “T-thanks, Steve.”

“Always,” he said. “You know Bucky and I are always here for you.”

Well, obviously.

“I know we don’t say it a lot, but you mean a lot to us,” he said and all you could do was swallow as you felt his boyfriend’s fingers bringing you closer and closer to what you never got to have earlier. “And Bryce was such an asshole. He never deserved you.”

You swallowed down the moan that was threatening to bubble out of your mouth. Only made worse as you looked into Steve’s bright blue eyes as he sleepily looked over at you. Not like you hadn’t heard that a million times from both of them, but right now he just looked so freaky and-

“Ugh,” came out of your mouth which you quickly covered up with a cough.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Steve asked once again.

“Never better,” you lied through your teeth.

Steve yawned. “We should get some sleep. Goodnight, Doll.”With that he leaned forward pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. Catching you all the way off guard.

“Steve-,” you gasped, putting your hand up to your lips.

“What?” He asked with a chuckle.

“You can’t just-,”

“It’s not big deal,” he assured. “Bucky won’t care. It was just a little goodnight kiss.”

“Yeah, but-,”

He cut you off once more. “Unless you want it be to more,” he said with a wink.

What. The. Fuck.

“Goodnight, Doll,” he said not giving you a chance to say more as he closed his eyes. Smile on his face.

Bucky stopped what he was doing to put his face into your shoulder. Light snores coming from him. Hell his hand was still in your panties. Almost like he was making sure you couldn’t get away from him. The worst part about it was that not once did he let you fall off the edge.

You’d definitely need to start looking for places tomorrow.

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blackmissfrizzle · 6 months

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Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Peggy made a dumbass mistake and is paying for it now

Chapter Two

Synopsis: The stories of six friends living in the city, navigating love and life while maintaining their careers.

Warning: 18+, alcohol use, cheating, smut, slow burn

Thank you again for reading this part @stargirlfics

Divider by @firefly-graphics

La Vie Est Belle

February 14th, 2023 12:57 pm

Kabrina opened the door to La Vie Est Belle, her favorite cafe. It was a quaint cafe. The white and gold marble flooring screamed classy and expensive. She loved how the walls were predominantly glass. Pink and white roses were on every table. It was pretty. Kabrina was always happy to walk in the cafe.

She wasn’t sure why Peggy invited her here, considering she finished the final alterations on her anniversary dress last month. She looked around until the auburn-haired woman came into view. She was sitting in the glass enclosure of the building, drinking from her tea cup.

Kabrina maneuvered through the tables and approached her. Peggy looked up from her cup and smiled up at Kabrina.

“Good morning, Peggy.” Kabrina sat at the table across from Peggy. The waiter stopped by to take Kabrina’s order. She placed her usual order- a strawberry and kiwi salad and a glass of champagne. The soft jazz music played as the two of them sat in silence.

“I love this little cafe. I love the aesthetic. It’s soft and beautiful in here.”

“I come here a lot to sketch. I gain so much inspiration from sitting in here. I can sketch for hours.”

The waiter returned with Kabrina’s food and a bottle of champagne. The silence between them returned. Kabrina played with the kiwis on her plate, pushing them around with her fork.

“Steve and I have been married for a long time. Twenty years today, to be exact.”

“That’s beautiful Peggy. I hope your dress is still fitting well.”

“The dress is perfect, Kabrina. Thank you.” Peggy took another sip of her tea.

Kabrina was wracking her brain, trying to figure out why Peggy invited her here when she should be getting ready for her anniversary dinner. Peggy pushed her cup away again and folded her hands on the table.

“Kabrina, I do want to thank you for coming to meet me here. I know you’re wondering why I call you here, today of all days. But I just needed some girl talk. Is that okay?”

“That’s perfectly fine, Peggy.”

Peggy grabbed the bottle and poured some into her glass. She drank the first glass in less than five seconds before she poured another.

“Steve and I met in the military. Our relationship was rocky in the beginning, but we eventually became inseparable. We got married after a year. We were both so young and in love. Both of us were only in our early twenties, but we knew we were it for one another. Time goes by, we retire, and he decides to put the degree he earned in school to use and goes to teach at the university. Somewhere around year ten, things died down between us. We tried counseling and sex therapy, but nothing worked. I wanted him to be happy. So, I opened our marriage. He was against it at first, but he eventually came around. He would go out and have fun and come home and be the man I fell in love with.”

“Peggy-”

“Don’t get me wrong, I had my fun too. But we did have a rule- no falling for the other person. That was the only rule. And it worked until it didn’t. I saw text messages between him and a young woman- I don’t know her name. He had her saved under the name Treasure and she calls him names like Prince, Beloved, Cap.” Peggy rolled her eyes at the last nickname. “He never said he loved her but I could see it in his eyes when his phone would buzz and it was her. I wanted to pretend that I didn’t know. After all, I was having sex with other people as well, but I only loved Steve. And then I found out that Steve fell in love with someone else.”

Kabrina passed her napkin over to Peggy as tears fell from her eyes. Her heart broke at the sight in front of her. In the six months that she’d been working with Peggy on an anniversary dress, she had never seen her like this.

“Peggy, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say about all of this, but I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I don’t blame her either. I did see that he explained what was happening between us, and she expressed concerns. She was ready to call their relationship off, but Steve can be very convincing when he wants something.”

“I’m sorry...Convincing?”

“Oh, Steve can sell someone their social security number. He is very good with his words. He is calm and closed off but when he really wants something, he can be charming and seductive. I’m not sure how many women Steve has done this with, but it is…heartbreaking to know that even with me opening the door, I am not enough for him. So it leads me to wonder if anyone ever will be.”

Kabrina’s Apartment

February 14th, 2023 10:48 pm

Kabrina paced the floor of her apartment. Her mind was still an unamusing park of emotions after her talk with Peggy. She grabbed her bottle of wine and took a drink. Her nerves were frayed as her mind replayed the last five months. When her friend Bucky introduced her to Peggy and Steve, she never thought that she would wind up caught in the middle.

The sound of keys in the door pulled her from her thoughts. Kabrina braced herself against the arm of her couch as she watched him walk into her apartment. He was wearing a vibrant red sweater and dark brown pants and carrying two dozen red roses and a teddy bear. He walked over to Kabrina, the sound of his shoes shaking her to her core.

He handed her the flowers and bear. Kabrina’s hands shook as she took them from him. He smiled down at her as her eyes looked over the gifts he gave her.

Kabrina placed them on her coffee table and looked back up at him. He walked over to her and placed his hands on her hips. He gently squeezed as his eyes traced the satin lilac nightgown she was wearing.

“You look beautiful Treasure”

“Steve-’

“Steve? No Beloved, Prince, or Cap?” He smirked. Kabrina pulled away from Steve’s grasp. A confused look crossed his face as Kabrina stepped away from him.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart?”

“Peggy asked to see me today. She saw our messages and it broke her heart. She was crying and hurting. Steve, she thinks you’re in love with me”

Steve placed his hand on his hip and tapped his fingers from his other hand against the arm of the couch. He chewed on his bottom lip and looked over at Kabrina. She crossed her arms and looked down at her feet. He could see her thoughts pulling her everywhere. He took a step toward her and she backed away.

“Treasure-”

“My name is Kabrina. Please don’t call me Treasure anymore. I’ll call you Steve and we’ll end this thing tonight. You’ll go back home to Peggy and make things right with her. Actually, you shouldn’t even be here right now. It’s your anniversary. You need to be at home with her right now.”

“I love you Kabrina”

Steve walked toward Kabrina. She backed away from him again until her back hit the glass of her balcony doors. He caged her in by pressing his hands against the glass. Kabrina turned her head away from him, stealing a peek at the city below her. Steve traced his nose along her jaw. Kabrina shivered under his touch.

He never failed to give her butterflies.

“Look at me, baby” Steve whispered.

“Steve, I can’t”

“Treasure, look at me, please. Look at me, baby.”

Kabrina looked up at Steve. His blue eyes pierced through her, staring into her soul. He could read her like a book and make her feel things that no man had ever made her feel before.

“I love you. You are the most important person in my life. I only want you.”

“But you can’t Steve. We can’t be together. It’s hurting your wife.”

“Kabrina, I love you. I am in love with you. I will do whatever it takes to show you that it’s you I want to be with. I will leave her”

“You can’t. She loves you, Steve. She wants her husband back and I am preventing you from doing that. Whatever arrangement the two of you made those years ago…If the two of you decide to continue to sleep with other people, fine. But, I can’t do this anymore Steve.”

Steve cupped Kabrina’s face. He tilted her chin up toward him, his lips ghosted over hers. He could feel the stickiness of her lip gloss. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her closer to him. His eyes searched her face.

“Do you love me, baby?” His voice was soft.

“I can’t love you.”

“That’s not what I asked you. Kabrina Stewart, do you love me?”

“...Yes…Yes, I love you, Steve.”

“Then please, let me love you. Don’t push me away. Treasure…”

Steve leaned down to place a kiss on her lips but she stopped him by placing her hand on his chest. She looked up at him, apologetically, with tears in her eyes. She wanted to live in a bubble with Steve but she knew that she couldn’t.

“I’m so sorry, Steve. We can’t do this anymore.”

Steve reached into his pocket and placed his key on the accent table beside the glass doors. His eyes lingered on hers, hoping that she’d change her mind. Steve looked down at his feet. He didn’t want to show that he was heartbroken, but the few tears slipped from his eyes anyway.

“If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask me. Even if it’s just a body to warm your bed. Call me. I will give you whatever you want.”

Steve turned to walk away before stopping in his tracks. He turned back and faced Kabrina, cupping her face and kissing her passionately. He pressed her body against the glass, the cold in the air pricking her skin.

“Steve, please” Kabrina pleaded.

“One last time. Use me one last time.”

Steve dropped to his knees. He reached up her nightgown and pulled her panties down her brown legs. He tossed them over his shoulder, not caring where they landed. He pushed her dress up her body and draped her leg over his shoulder.

“Use me Treasure. I’m yours.”

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blackmissfrizzle · 6 months

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I can feel the drama brewing! Im here for it

Chapter One

Synopsis: The stories of six friends living in the city, navigating love and life while maintaining their careers.

Warning: 18+, alcohol use, cheating, smut, slow burn

Thank you so much for reading this for me darling @stargirlfics

Cathedral Hookah & Cabaret October 27th, 2023, 9:44 pm

Steve’s gaze is immediately drawn to the awe-inspiring facade bearing a resemblance to a cathedral. The structure's towering height, dramatic arches, and intricate stonework evoke the same sense of reverence as an ancient place of worship. The exterior walls are adorned with ornate carvings depicting swirling smoke patterns, hookahs, and other symbols associated with relaxation and tranquility.

Even in the sixty-degree weather, the line of women wore tight leather dresses and stilettos. The men were wearing silk shirts and their finest loafers. Kabrina had told him this was the most popular lounge and cabaret on this side of town. Steve just wished she had been more specific. He looked out of place in his olive green shirt and khaki pants. If he’d known about a dress code, he would’ve put forth more of an effort.

He could see the bouncer standing at the door, clipboard in hand. He chewed on his bottom lip as he approached the opposing gentleman. He cleared his throat to get his attention.

“Excuse me, I’m here with the Stewart party. My name is Steve Rogers.”

The man looked down at his clipboard. He flipped through three pages before looking back at Steve, shaking his head.

“Sorry sir. Your name’s not on the list.”

Steve tilted his head. He looked up at the building, the neon sign on the door reading, “Cathedral”. He was sure he was at the right place. Was it the wrong day, perhaps?

“Are you sure?”

The man looked down at his papers again and up at Steve again.

“No, Not on the list. You are more than welcome to wait in line. Shouldn’t be more than an hour.”

An hour? Steve shook his head. There was no way he was going to wait in line for an hour for some lounge he didn’t want to be at in the first place. He had plenty of papers to grade and Ben & Jerry’s to eat. He turned on his heel and headed back to the parking garage. If he hurried, he could fit in four episodes of Grey’s Anatomy before bed.

“Excuse me, sir,”

Steve looked over his shoulder to see the bouncer waving him back to him. Steve sighed and walked back to the bouncer.

The man smiled at him.

“I’m sorry man, Ms. Stewart told me to give you a hard time before letting you in. Go to the hostess stand and see Wassa. She’ll direct you from there.”

Steve had half a mind to call Kabrina and tell her that he was going to go home anyway. She could be such a child sometimes.

Steve internally rolled his eyes and stepped through the large, wooden double doors.

The interior reflected a European style, with an emphasis on curves. The chandelier was held by strips of golden silk that also spread across the vaulted ceiling.

There was a large window to the right. A large ivory bed sat in the center of the room. A woman sat upon it, wrapped in the red sheets that adorned it. Her brown skin was radiant, as the low lights illuminated her. Steve could make out her breast from how snugly she held the sheets to her body. Her jet-black curly hair framed her face. And her full lips were hypnotizing. Her chestnut brown eyes met his baby blues.

She smiled at him. He smiled back.

“That’s Xiomara. Isn’t she beautiful?”

Steve looked over his shoulder. A petite dark-skinned woman smiled up at him. Her locks fell past her waist and were adorned with pink beads and shells. She was wearing a mesh top that matched her skin tone, with pink beads creating an intricate design, accentuating her breasts. Her mesh high-waisted brief matched the top and it just barely covered her privates with beads.

She gestured to a phone that was perched on the wall.

“You can talk to her if you’d like. If you say some pretty things to her, she might even let you join her in there.”

Steve glanced back over at Xiomara. She was kneeling now, the sheet tucked between her thighs. She crooked her finger to him. Steve could feel her allure pulling him to her but he was here to support his friend.

Steve cleared his throat, a weak attempt to hold his composure.

“I’m supposed to be looking for someone named Wassa?”

“That would be me. How can I help you honey?”

“I’m looking for Kabrina Stewart.”

“She’s backstage right now. However, your party will be in the Priority Lounge. Please follow me.”

Steve fought to keep his eyes up as he followed behind Wassa. Her pink heels complemented her beautiful calves and thick thighs. Now he knew why Kabrina specified for him to be sent to her upon his arrival.

She was trying to set him up.

Wassa led him through the vibrant red curtain that opened to the cabaret. The stage looked to be made of marble with two spiral staircases on either side. Black velvet love seats were stationed at the front circle of the stage. The rest of the seats were spread out with hookahs of black and red.

“Wild Side” by Normani played from the speakers as the performer worked the stage wearing a black, sheer leopard bodysuit. Her fiery red hair was curly and wild as she danced across the stage.

The smaller version of the golden silk chandelier was above the stage. The warm lighting highlighted her amber skin. She ran her hands down her body, captivating the audience with her erotic movements.

Steve followed Wassa up another set of stairs. The sound of the music softened as he rounded the corner. The door to the Priority Lounge was glass. Steve saw Sam sitting on the white leather couch, wearing a black sheer shirt and a pair of black pants. The red of his Louboutins was displayed as he had one foot propped on the table before him.

Bucky was there as well. That was unexpected considering the last conversation they had two days ago was that Bucky was on his way to Puerto Rico.

Bucky stuck out like a sore thumb in this environment—more than Steve. Bucky wore a black mesh shirt, his silver nipple rings on display. His red high-waisted pants were held up by leather straps over his shoulders like overalls. As much as Steve was sure Bucky caught a few stares, he knew his best friend didn’t give a fuck about what people thought about him.

Wassa opened the door and Steve walked in behind her.

“Good evening gentlemen, your friend is here at last.”

“Thank you, Wassa. Please have someone bring him a Holy Altar and another bottle of Hennessy, please.” Sam requested.

“A Holy Altar?” Steve raised his brow.

“It’s our signature cocktail. Vodka, Elderflower liqueur, lemon juice, and orange bitters. You’ll love it.”

Wassa closed the door behind her. Steve looked out of the large window. The dancer finished her performance and was sauntering off the stage. She still held the audience captive as they were still watching her walk off.

“Took you long enough to get here. What was the hold-up?”

Before Steve could answer, a young caramel-skinned woman walked in with a bottle of Hennessy and a glass that contained a light purple liquid. Her vibrant yellow bodysuit harmonized with her ginger hair. She was barelegged, showing off the full-leg floral tattoo she had. The bright reds and oranges popped off her skin. Finishing her look was a pair of gold stilettos.

“Holy Altar?”

Steve raised his hand slightly, signaling that the drink was for him.

She passed the glass to Steve with a smile. He took it from her with a hushed thank you. She looked down at her hand, noticing the one hundred dollar bill in her hand. She placed the bottle of Hennessy on the table and slipped the money between her breasts.

Steve took a sip of the drink. Surprisingly, he enjoyed the taste. He wasn’t much of a drinker anymore but he could make an exception for this. He might even get another one.

“You like it?”

“It’s delicious. Thank you” Steve replied, missing the obvious flirtation in her voice.

“Can I get you anything else?” She asked in a honeyed tone. Her eyes trailed up and down Steve’s frame, making him feel self-conscious.

“What’s your name, little lady?” Bucky asked from behind her.

“Skye”

“Skye, this is my buddy Steve. He’s a little shy. Is there any way we can get you to come back if he needs anything?” Steve’s eyes widened. He knew exactly what Bucky was attempting to do.

“Sure thing sugar. Just pick up your phone on the wall there and ask for me. I’ll be at your beck and call.” Skye winked and headed out of the Priority Lounge.

When the door closed, Steve threw a wadded napkin at Bucky. The dark-haired man caught it and tossed it back to his friend. This has been the definition of their friendship. Always picking on one another. Just like brothers.

“Now why did you put him on the spot like that?” Sam chuckled.

“Because he needs to loosen up. His divorce is final and it’s too many beautiful women in here for him to act like he’s in mourning” Bucky explained.

“My divorce has only been final for two months. I can’t just jump onto the next pretty girl. It wouldn’t be right.” Steve took another sip of his drink. He would have to get another one before he left for the night.

“I say we cut him some slack. Divorce isn’t easy and it’s not like he was fully prepared for it. Peggy did just spring it out of nowhere” Sam explained.

“I’m not telling him to pursue another relationship. I’m only telling him to stop thinking about that woman. She’s moved on, and it’s time he does the same.”

“That’s easier said than done, but thanks.”

Before Bucky could respond, the door of the Priority Lounge swung open, and in walked Kabrina and Tierra. Kabrina threw her purse and duffle bag onto the couch next to Steve and stood next to the window in the room.

Tierra walked over to Sam, whose arms were wide open for her, and sat on his lap. His lips immediately went to her neck, neglecting the conversation with the other two men.

“Hey, fellas,” Tierra said between giggles.

“Well, that’s a greeting from one person. Hello to you too Kabrina. Oh, and thank you for having the bouncer play that little prank on me. I almost went back home.” Steve rolled his eyes.

Kabrina looked over her shoulder at him.

“You were not going to go home over me having a little fun with you. It’s one of the reasons you keep me around.” Kabrina smiled.

“No, the reason I keep you around is over there with his nipples on display.”

“So I must not look as good as I think I do.” Bucky joked.

Kabrina looked over at Bucky and laughed. She was so engrossed in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice what he was wearing.

“Don’t ever doubt that Mr. Barnes, you look fantastic. You must be trying to meet someone tonight looking like that.”

“When am I not on a mission?”

Kabrina laughed at his statement, her nose scrunching in the process. She turned her attention back to Steve and held her hand to him.

“You know that I will always support you, but you have to lay off the jokes. Can you do that for me?” Steve asked, reaching into his pocket to pass her his phone.

“I’ll give you a month off and then I’m back on my bullshit. Fair?”

“Fair”

Kabrina grabbed Steve’s glass out of his hand as well and took a sip of his drink. Steve threw his hands up in defeat. Kabrina always got what she wanted from him.

No matter what.

“My friend, London, is getting ready to come out soon. I put so much into this design so please tell me what you think and be honest with me.”

PURE/HONEY began to play from the speakers. Kabrina’s head snapped back to the window. Tierra tapped Sam on the leg to get him to pay attention. The curtains opened, and Bucky immediately stood up from his seat.

Kabrina followed her across the stage with Steve’s phone.

The gold bodysuit glimmered in the stage lighting. There were spaces cut out showing off London’s bare skin. Her thick legs were on display, making Bucky weak in the knees. Her brown skin was radiant, covered in a gold body oil that resembled honey. He wanted to trace his tongue along her body to taste it. As she spun around on the stage, she looked up. She smiled at Kabrina and then locked eyes with Bucky.

He could feel himself stiffen as he stepped closer to the window to conceal it from his friends.

The way she moved from one end of the stage to the next had Bucky in a trance. He watched as the gold beads bounced on the performer’s body.

“Kabrina. Your friend. Is she single? I need to know.”

Sam laughed at the desperation in Bucky’s voice. Usually, Bucky was calm when it came to women he was interested in. But something about this dancer had him like a dog in heat.

“Damn kid. You must like what you see. I’ve never seen you act like that.” Sam took a sip of his drink before passing his glass to Tierra.

“I’ve never seen a woman that beautiful before.”

“And now you sound like you’re in love.” Tierra took the glass from Sam, finishing the drink.

“Well I hate to be the bearer of bad news but she does have a boyfriend. He’s around here somewhere. He said he didn’t want to be too far from the stage.” Kabrina explained.

Bucky pressed his forehead against the glass. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. His brain was telling him to leave it alone but his body was screaming for her. And Bucky was never one to let something as small as a boyfriend get in his way when he wanted something.

“I can see the wheels turning in your head. Bucky, don’t do anything stupid.”

“I won’t-”

“Promise me, Bucky.”

“I promise I won’t do anything stupid. Don’t worry your pretty little curls about that” Bucky leaned over and kissed Kabrina on the temple. She playfully swatted him away as she continued to watch London on the stage.

“Now, I’m off to go find that pretty girl that was in that room when you first walk in” Bucky stepped out of the room.

Kabrina felt a surge of accomplishment watching her friend make her design look good. She always admired how London’s confidence could be felt no matter where she went or what she was doing.

She was an ideal woman.

When she finished her performance, she received a standing ovation. Kabrina has been to Cathedral plenty of times, and this is the first standing ovation she’s seen. She stopped recording and passed the phone back to Steve.

His hand gently brushed hers and a surge of electricity shot through her body. Sometimes she could keep it in check, but there were others where she couldn’t help but respond to his touch. She made a promise to herself. She told herself that it was over but she couldn’t stop herself from asking-

“Hey Steve, can I crash at your place tonight?”

There was an awkward silence in the Priority Lounge. Tierra currently had her face buried in Sam’s neck.

Steve looked over at Sam, hoping he could subtly tell him to “say no”. But Sam was preoccupied with his girlfriend sitting in his lap. Nothing else mattered when the two of them were together. That part wasn’t the problem. The problem was that Kabrina wasn’t the easiest person to resist. She knew that. She knew she had Steve wrapped around her finger.

He should say no. He knew he should say no. Nothing good could come from spending the night with him. Steve knew that. So why the hell did he say,

“Uh, sure. That’s not a problem.”

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