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eideticallys · 10 months

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New Favorite Banter

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: you should've felt satiated. last night’s affair should’ve been enough for you. after all, for the first time, spencer finally let his inhibitions go and railed you six ways to sunday. it should have been enough if only you weren’t greedy. well, you never prided yourself on being selfless. (part 2 to new favorite game, but it can also be read as a standalone.)

genre: smut (minors dni!)

warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), dom!spencer, mean!spencer, rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, riding, name-calling (calling you a slut), degradation, slight dumbification, choking, spanking, masturbation (f) & spencer being a cutie after

word count: 2.4k

author's notes: hello! i'm back with another smut and a much filthier one at that compared to the first one. this is a part 2 to my other fic, new favorite game, but it can also be read as a standalone. i wrote this after someone requested for a part 2 to nfg & for me to write a longer smut fic. i hope you'll love this! also posted on ao3 (spencereids).

PART ONE

YOU SHOULD’VE FELT SATIATED. Last night’s affair should’ve been enough for you. After all, for the first time, Spencer finally let his inhibitions go and railed you six ways to Sunday. It should have been enough if only you weren’t greedy.

Well, you never prided yourself on being selfless.

And now, here you are, lying awake in the middle of the night, a few hours just after being in the throes of passion with Spencer, unimaginably horny. But Spencer was asleep and as much you want him to shove his cock so far up in your walls, you know sleep is a luxury in your field of work as FBI agents.

So, you suck it up and decide it’s time you use your fingers. It’s not like you haven’t tried that before. Looking to your left, it is unmistakable Spencer is in a deep sleep, breaths coming out softly with his mouth slightly open. He looked so peaceful. A part of you feels guilty for thinking raunchy thoughts about him.

You crossed your legs to apply enough pressure. It felt so good but so, inadequate. You needed more, but you couldn’t risk waking Spencer up. You already feel guilty as it is. How much more if you woke him up from his restful sleep all because you were horny? But, you needed more, something to touch you right and fill you up. You check on Spencer again to see if he is still asleep, afraid the quiet rustling from crossing your thighs together to relieve your neediness awakened him. To your dumb luck, despite being a light sleeper, Spencer was still fast asleep.

Gently, you slowly slid your fingers into your sleep shorts, carefully sliding your panties to the side. You are drenched. Your wetness seeps through the thin cotton of your underwear and slowly slides down your knuckles. Spencer would’ve made fun of you if he was awake right now. Are you really that desperate? Three rounds from last night weren’t enough for you. You had to go again and touch yourself. You could imagine Spencer saying those exact lines to you as you started mimicking the movements he’d dole out. Caressing your nub, you started making figure eights on your folds, carefully doing it as quietly as possible to avoid waking the man sleeping beside you.

However, it was as if fate was playing tricks on you because for some reason, rubbing your clit tonight wasn’t enough for your needy cunt. It was as if the past few hours didn’t happen. You were feeling very deprived of the feeling of fullness. Stopping to take a breath and decide whether you should continue, you checked on Spencer again. He was now lying on his stomach, hair splayed out over his face, one arm slung over the pillow as he was facing you now. Fate was playing with you right now. Out of all the possible positions your boyfriend could’ve moved into, it had to be the one where he could wake up and see what you were up to immediately.

But you were horny and desperate to get off.

Forgoing all the possible consequences of touching yourself beside your fast-asleep boyfriend, you continued your ministrations. You started slowly easing two of your digits inside your warm walls, setting a slow yet sweet pace. You wanted more. No, you needed more. Biting your lip, you start curling your digits and plunge them back and forth. In and out. Faster. Harder.

You’re getting there. Just a few more pumps and it’ll all be good. You just needed to stimulate your clit as well. You spit on your free hand, slowly trailing it toward your needy nub. You were about to reach your climax when you heard it loud and clear.

“God,” Spencer muttered in disbelief. You could almost hear the sleep slowly waning off of his voice. “Are you that much of a slut?”

You froze one hand mid-air and the other deep inside your walls. This was embarrassing as hell. You were like a little kid caught red-handed trying to steal from the cookie jar way beyond your sweet treat hours—like a teenager caught sneaking off in the middle of the night. Not to mention, you feel guilty as well for disrupting your partner’s sleep. You knew proper sleep was hard to come by—for both of you—and you just had to ruin it all because you were horny. Blushing red like wildfire, you cautiously removed the hand buried inside you.

“Fucking hell, Spence,” You tried acting nonchalantly like being caught touching yourself was something that happened a lot between the two of you. “You scared me. Go back to sleep, Spence. I can handle this myself. I know you were having a good sale—“

As soon as the indication of the word sleep was out of your mouth, Spencer was quick to mount you, gripping both of your arms over your head with one hand. You gasped in shock, almost frightened by how quickly your boyfriend moved. Your fight skills almost kicking into high gear—you had to remind yourself this was Spencer. Your Spencer, not some random guy nor an unsub tackling you.

“Take deep breaths, baby,” Spencer murmurs as he nuzzles the side of your face—pecking the sides of your face, your jaw. “It’s just me. Nothing to be scared about.”

Really? You thought.

Spencer was never the dominant type in bed and last night was the first time he tried exerting control over you. But it seemed like after knowing what it was like to be in control, Spencer had acquired a taste for it.

“W-what are you doing, Spence?” You ask, chastising yourself for sounding like a deer in the headlights. “Go back to sleep. I’m fine.”

“Sleep?” Spencer scoffs as he ascended a bit to look you in the eye. “How am I supposed to go back to sleep knowing you were fucking yourself beside me when I’m right here?”

You moaned at his vulgar words. He was never one for being blatantly erotic, always coming off shy and a little bit inexperienced. But this wasn’t the case right now. This isn’t the usual Spencer you were used to. Something snapped in him last night and you know it. You just wish you knew how to handle him.

“I can’t sleep knowing your fingers are inside your pretty little cunt,” He continues as he still rendered you speechless. “When it should have been mine. Don’t you want that, Y/N?”

“Y-yes,” You croaked.

“Yes what, baby?”

“Yes, I want your fingers, Spencer,” You panted. “Please. I want it.”

Spencer chuckles at your admission—begging—satisfied that you wanted it as bad as he does. The erection poking your inner thigh was a telltale sign of that. He languidly slid his free hand in between the both of you, his palm cupping your warm, soaked cunt.

“Shit,” You swear, wanting more than just what Spencer is giving you. Your hips roll as you try to grind against his palm to relieve the pressure. “P-please, baby. I need more. M-more.”

“God, you’re filthy,” Spencer groans while he stops your grinding by pinching your clit, making you yelp. “Fucking you dumb earlier wasn’t enough, you had to go and disrupt my sleep. Do you know what kind of girls do that?” He asks you as he swipes his thumb across your clit making you pant some more.

You were too lost in the pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head, panting like a dog in heat. You never wanted anyone the way you wanted Spencer. You’ve never acted this way with anyone. It was as if he unfastened something in you the moment you got together. Too lost in the pleasure, you forget to answer Spencer’s question—annoying him as he pinched your clit once again.

“Answer me!” He snarls. “Answer me, or I’m going to fuck my hand while I tie you up and let you watch me.”

You sobbed and nodded. “Y-yes.”

“Then, tell me, sweet girl,” Spencer coaxed you as you felt your slick drip down his fingers and your inner thighs. “What kind of girls do that?”

“Sluts,” You mumbled, embarrassed as you see Spencer smirking in triumph. “I’m a slut.”

“Good girl,” Spencer murmured, removing his palm from between your legs. You squirmed in protest, to which he simply tightened the hand holding your arms and tutted. “Stop that, or you’re not getting anything from me.”

You merely whimpered and stopped moving. You almost cried when you felt Spencer moving off of you when you noticed he was moving lower. Oh. His face is now inches away from where you need him the most. You swear you could hear your heartbeat with the way you were excited about where this was going. You gasp when you feel Spencer press a kiss to your swollen clit. The touch almost made you pass out as you writhe, trying to force Spencer into doing more. But despite his lean form, Spencer was a lot stronger than you. His hold was iron-clad as he keeps you from squirming too much.

And as much as Spencer was stronger than you, you were selfish and desperate to cum.

“M-more. Please,” You beg, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment at how deprived you sounded. But it was true. You wanted more. You needed more. “I need your tongue, baby. Please.”

You could feel Spencer smirk as he obeys. He grants you the tip of his tongue as it plunges inside of you, tasting you. You whimpered as you scramble to clench your bedsheet. Spencer continued dipping his tongue inside you as his nose nudged your clit. You’re sure you’re about to lose your mind with how good he’s making you feel. You were so close to your climax, hoping Spencer doesn’t let up. Worried that he might stop, you clutched his hair as you tried burying his face into the apex of your thigh when you felt Spencer stop. He removes his tongue from inside you, licking a stripe up to your clit, and kneels.

You’re going to cry.

“W-what?” You blubber. You could see Spencer trying to hold off a grin like something funny just happened. “Why’d you stop, Spence? I-I was so close. You’re being so mean.” You sob as he finally couldn’t fight off the laugh bubbling under the surface.

“Oh, baby,” Spencer chuckles, lying down on his side of the bed. “You’re hopeless. My poor baby just wants to cum. Too bad, you don’t deserve it. You have to work for it, Y/N.”

He pats his thigh, beckoning you to sit on his lap. You do so as you hiccup, to which he simply laughs. “Poor baby. Do you want to cum?” You nodded at his question.

“Then. ride me like you mean it.”

You clamber to sit on his hard cock as you pushed him back to the bed. Spencer complies, enjoying the show—the desperation—you were putting on for him. You sink to his dick in one slick motion causing the both of you to moan out loud.

“You’re so tight,” Spencer groans as you started moving in circles. You couldn’t take it any longer. You need to cum. “Fuck! That’s it, baby. K-keep going. Good girl.”

Your head spins at the praise as you clamp your walls around him as he pulls out drenched in your slick and sinks back in.

“S-shit,” You whimper. “Fuck! Oh my—G-god!”

Your eyes roll back when you finally feel Spencer take over—he’s probably had enough of your pace which only seems to satisfy you, and not him. Holding your waist tightly, Spencer thrusts into you roughly as he tries to capture your right nipple. You manage a moan, or something similar, you think. Your desperation slowly fogs up your brain while Spencer fucks up into you. He merely hisses when he feels you clenching like crazy, prolonging the stretch his big cock gives you every time he enters.

“How are you so wet?” Spencer hisses. “Shit!”

One of Spencer’s hands slides down to your ass and smacks it once causing you to yelp in pain—pleasure.

“God, you get off on this, don’t you?” Spencer growls as he gets a good grip on your reddened ass cheek. “You’re such a slut. Do you enjoy hearing how tight and wet you get? F-fuck!”

With Spencer’s taut hold on you, the thrusts seem to be sharper, more precise as you bounce up and down his cock, and you scream. You try biting Spencer’s shoulder but before your teeth could sink into his muscle, he manages to pinch your clit causing you to wail.

“P-please,” You beg, for what? For him to make you cum or for him to stop, you don’t know exactly. “S-Spence.”

“Shit,” Spencer mumbles, thrusting up into you as he drags you down to meet his hips. “I know, baby. I know.”

Clutching his hair, you forced him to look at you as you smashed your lips against his. The kiss is needy and fiery and you could briefly taste yourself when Spencer’s tongue finally slipped into your spit-slicked lips. Moaning and panting, you could taste each other’s breaths and feel each other’s thundering heartbeats.

You are so close and you know Spencer is too.

You guided Spencer’s hand towards your neck and gently squeezed as you looked into his eyes to tell him this is what you want.

“Are you sure?” Spencer asks, never failing to ensure your safety even during your intimate moments. You simply nodded, to which he groaned quietly. “Fuck!”

Bouncing a lot faster now, Spencer slipped his other hand as he stroked your clit. Your mind blanks and you’re vaguely aware of Spencer coaxing you to come with him, the gentle hum of the air conditioning unit, and the sounds of your skin slapping.

And you shatter.

When you finally come to your senses, you feel Spencer gently cleaning you up with a rag. You whimper in sensitivity when you feel him clean the apex of your thighs. He gently presses kisses on your inner thighs and you smile.

“Before I forget,” Spencer breaks the silence. “You have to pee before going back to sleep. There’s no specific time frame for you to pee but you must pee at least thirty minutes after having sex as it flushes bacteria that could cause a urinary tract infection away from your urethra.”

You roll over and groaned to your pillow to tease your boyfriend. “Not now, Spence. You just rearranged my guts! Give me a minute.”

“F-fine!” Spencer sputters out. You’re certain he was blushing. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you when you complain of a UTI!”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me, baby.” You say seductively. “Banter with me some more and maybe I might just come again.”

Spencer merely sighs.

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rae-dabae · 4 months

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VOID JOURNEY❤︎︎

( long post ahead‼️‼️)

Y’all……. A HOE DID IT!! I ENTERED THE VOID!!!! but i didn’t manifest anything :(((. So basically i don’t really even remember much from last night all i remember is falling asleep and seeing complete blackness. Now i’ve been to the void tons of times without know i’ve been there. @b4ddprincess realization void post OPENED MY FUCKING EYES and got me to realize what the void ACTUALLY was. That darkness you’re surrounded by when you fall asleep and you can’t move or speak or do anything else but literally exist. When i was like 10 i woke up in the void without and it was completely dark but i wasn’t scared n shit it was really REALLY fucking peaceful and i just kinda stayed there. I always thought that darkness was apart of the dream i was supposed to have but once i realized THAT was the void……..🤦🏾‍♀️. Now i went through a wee lil phase of looking for methods n trying them out n them not resonating with me at all. I was stressing myself out BUT I KNEW that the void was easy because I’ve literally been there tons of times. Doubts were eating me alive and really fucking with my confidence and making doubt if I’ve even actually entered the void(we literally enter the void every time we sleep so basically we always are in the void). After like 3-4 weeks of me repeating the same cycle of believing i can enter, not entering and repeating the same old story over n over again. I had enough and started to slowly pull away from obsessing over the void and I focused onward what i wanted. The entire point of me even entering was so that i could manifest ALL my desires at once. I decided to find something that I personally liked and believed i could succeed with. I like sleep methods the best because they’re the most relaxing for me. I like Sats/ Lullaby method but i every time i would try it i would think “ oh it didn’t work because i didn’t affirm long enough lemme try again” so i was secretly fucking myself up because i had made up this assumption if i didn’t affirm long enough I wouldn’t get in. There was one “method” that i likes the best and it was commanding/ ordering your subconscious to take you to the void. I decided to test it out to see if you can really manifest anything just by commanding your subconscious and GIRLLL….. it works. One sunday afternoon i was heavily dreading going to school and just was NOT feeling it, so i decided to test my subconscious and see if it could cancel school for me or just get me not to go without begging my parents or faking sick. I went “ Hey subconscious, im not feeling school tomorrow, cancel it for me” and after that i forgot about it. Later that night my school posts on instagram that someone threatened to BOMB OUR SCHOOL and tons of kids were protesting they cancel (being the piece of shit trashy stank ass school they are they didn’t cancel). All my friends were protesting not going cuz im not tryna get Bombed frl. I called my mom about it and she told me I didn’t have to go to school if i didn’t want to. Then I remembered what i told my subconscious and i went “ DAMNN subconscious i know i said i didn’t wanna go but BOMB THREATS??”( i don’t think I manifested the bomb threats because as much as i dread that place i would never even try doing that) that was the test that proved to me that subconscious really will do anything you tell it….insane. BACK TO LAST NIGHT ( i got distracted Srry) i commanded my subconscious before going to sleep to wake me up in the void but because of my loud ass african mother i couldn’t sleep so i waited until i felt tired and fell asleep. When i woke up i was still in my bedroom and i had thought i didn’t get in but then i tried remember if i dreamed last night and i didn’t remember having one. Actually i remember just being in complete darkness for a while then the rest is blurry. Then it hit me. I ENTEREDD. I know i had entered because it was the same feeling i got when i was 10 and entered. Anyways now i know how to enter and what works for me so STAY TUNED FOR A SUCCESS STORRYYY!!!( ill get into full detail and give some advice)

💕💕Bye my lovess!! 💕💕

#law of assumption #void #void state #void success #manifesation #neville goddard

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harry-on-broadway · 9 months

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One More

It never failed to surprise you just how well you fit in his arms.

His chest was sticky from sweat and beer and God knows what else, but when he found you backstage and pulled you into his embrace, you didn’t resist. You knew he needed the hug more than you did.

Emotions had been running high over the past few weeks and you were more than happy to be the grounding force he needed as the tour that had occupied nearly two years came to an end. You allowed yourself to be rocked back and forth as he squeezed you tighter, his nose buried in the top of your head as his breathing slowed and the adrenaline left his body. He was clearly starting to calm down.

“Um, Harry? Could you…?” You moved to loosen his arms from around you and take a deep breath.

“Oh, sorry,” he said. His eyes were focused on you but you could tell his mind was miles away. “Give me a few to clean up and then we can head back?” He looked at you for confirmation.

“Sounds good, baby. Take your time.”

He left you with one last kiss and shuffled into his bathroom, towel and robe in hand. As he showered you used the time to clean up your own belongings that were scattered around the room – the glass of wine you’d had before the show, the jacket you’d foolishly brought with you thinking the fiery temps would go down with the sun, and your phone charger, which you’d already forgotten twice in the week you’d been on the road with Harry (something he hadn’t let you forget). When you’d finished your sweep of the room, you planted yourself on the couch. As you’d guessed, a few minutes to Harry meant closer to 90, and you passed the time chatting with the various members of his team that filtered through.

Jeff, Brad, Pauli, Sarah, Mitch, everyone had the same melancholic smile on their face, as if they couldn’t bring themselves to admit that the end was nearing.

“Doesn’t feel real does it?” Pauli asked. “It kind of felt like it was going to last forever.”

You’d never admit it to Harry, but the small selfish part of yourself that you tried to hide was extremely happy that the tour was ending. You’d long been aware that dating Harry meant sharing him with millions of others, a fact he’d warned you of over ice cream on your second date, but his career had never felt this present.

You didn’t know what had made it so hard this time around. Maybe it was the crush of tour dates you’d planned your lives around, maybe it was the attention that came with winning multiple Grammys, or maybe just the fact that you’d both had to return to real life after finding comfort in the pandemic bubble. Regardless, you were thrilled with the fact that, starting on Sunday, he’d be in your shared bed for more than a few days each month.

“Ready to go, love,?” Harry poked his head round the corner. In the heat of the night, he’d swapped his usual post-show hoodie for a worn t-shirt, and had pulled his wet curls back with a clip that you were pretty sure you’d worn on the flight here.

“Took you long enough,” you said with a smirk.

“OK, sassy,” Harry said with a light laugh. “I can just leave you here.”

“You’d never do that,” you scoffed.

“Awfully confident for someone who’s about to spend the night in a dressing room.”

“You’d miss your nightly back scratches,” you said confidently. “Somehow I don’t think those fall under Jeff’s purview.”

“You’re right. That’s Tom’s job.” You both burst into giggles as Harry pulled you into a standing position. His eyes lingered on yours, taking a moment before kissing you gently.

“We should probably head out,” you murmured. “It’s going to be a big couple of days.”

“Yeah…”

You bumped his hip with yours, and he deftly grabbed both his bag and yours in his right hand, taking your hand in his left. The car ride was quiet, even more so than usual, as Harry stared out the window at the passing lights. Even though he was once again in his own world, his hand worked overtime spinning the ring you wore on your finger, a motion you knew was soothing to him.

Back at your hotel, fatigue quickly caught up to the both of you as you moved slowly through your evening routines, drowsily dodging each other around the bathroom sink as you brushed your teeth and washed your face. Pajamas on, you climbed into bed, Harry following close behind as he turned off the light.

You flipped to your right side, facing Harry as your eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room. Like clockwork, his hand found your hip where he began rubbing small circles on the bit of skin that was exposed, while your hand made its way to his bare back, scratching dully at his soft skin.

“Just one more show,” you sighed.

“Yep.”

“Why so sad?” you prodded. “Not ready to come back to my snoring and blanket thievery?” You heard a soft noise come from him. Whether it was a sigh or a laugh you couldn’t tell.

“I’m really nervous.” It was as if the blanket of darkness made it easier for him to be vulnerable. “I’m really nervous about what Saturday is going to be like and everything that’s going to happen…after.” You could hear him swallow thickly. “It’s like I’m riding to the edge of a cliff and have no idea what’s on the other side.”

“That’s a perfectly normal thing to feel, H. It’s a big change.”

“And I just feel guilty too…” The floodgates had opened and there was no going back now. “I’m so excited to just be me. Be us. But like it feels selfish to not want to do anything. Like why do I have that luxury when others don’t.” He took a shuddering breath. “But then there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to end things and stay on that stage forever which is so unfair to you…”

“Hey,” you said sternly. “Don’t you dare worry about me. I’m never going to be mad about getting to spend more time with you, but I also know how much performing means to you. And I’d never ask you to give that up.” You flattened your hand against his back, letting him feel the cool metal band of the ring he’d given you on one knee earlier this year. “You’re stuck with me, Styles. I’m not going anywhere.”

He snorted a laugh. “Still don’t know how I hoodwinked you into this deal but I’ll take it.” He nuzzled in closer to you. “Everything just feels so…big right now. It’s like almost too much to think about.”

“So, don’t,” you said plainly, perfectly aware that your advice was easier said than done. “Saturday is just another show. And then you’re going to take a break and then you’ll just do another show. We don’t know where or when, but I promise you there will be another show.”

You could feel his even and measured inhales and exhales as he mulled over your words. You wriggled even closer to him. “You have one more show, babe,” you whispered against his lips.

“One more,” he repeated.

“So make it the best one yet.”

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A/N: Just a quick little blurb ahead of the final show 😭 Would love to hear what you think!

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stsgluver · 2 months

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Can I get a uhhh...hurt/comfort Choso drabble where he snaps at the reader? Maybe because he's worried about Yuuji or something?

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐎 — kamo choso

synopsis. choso's parent's relationship is struggling and he doesn't know how to handle it.

wc. 1.4k

tags. very slight angst, happy ending, yuuji is choso's 10yo half brother, choso and yn are 18-19, both went to the same school, yn is yuuji's tutor, possible ooc choso I've never written for him before

a/n. MY FIRST CHOSO WRITING!! you never specified an au so I did a post-highschool!au-ish. I hope that's okay <33 thank you for requesting!!

2k event

“can’t you tell i’m busy?” choso uttered through gritted teeth, not even bothering to glance up at you from his sketchbook he was hunched over on his desk. you’d been trying to tell him about the sweet old couple you always saw at the cafe and hadn’t seen for weeks until today. the two of you had become invested in their wellbeing and you’d thought that had been something he would’ve wanted to hear about.

“oh, sorry.” you frowned at how unintentionally pathetic your voice sounded. despite his cold demeanour, choso was probably the, if not the, sweetest person you’d ever met. he was always doting on his younger brother and showing up at your day job unannounced to bring you something whenever you tell him you’re having a bad day.

for all intents and purposes, he was the blueprint, so for him to lash out at you for no explicit reason was the total polar opposite to his usual personality.

“sorry?” choso mocked, leaning his head back to push his hands through his hair which was still damp from showering. still, he seemed more preoccupied with the ceiling than his concerned girlfriend who sat cross-legged on his bed, “geto’s going to be pissed that i’m behind on these designs and you constantly talking in my ear is not helping.”

after graduating, choso had initially taken on an admin role at a small tattoo parlour in town. a couple of months into the role, the owner, geto, had offered him a proper apprenticeship. you’d met geto on a handful of occasions and, from how choso had previously described him, he didn’t seem like the type to be annoyed over a few incomplete designs. especially not considering the additional hours and effort choso always puts into that place.

“you invited me over choso,” you pointed out. it was a sunday and, while you usually have work in the evenings, you’d been given the day off due to staff sickness. your boyfriend’s first message had been to excitedly offer for you to come over and stay the night at his which of course you said yes to.

somewhere between sending you that message and you making the fifteen minute drive to his house, he had a drastic change of heart.

choso sighed, picking up a different pencil to continue his sketch. “well, now i’m uninviting you.”

the bluntness in his tone had you blinking back tears. it was the first time he’d ever been so intentionally dismissive towards you. you didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response or an argument, if that was what he was after, and picked up your coat and left his room.

you hadn’t needed to bring over any clothes or essentials since you’d come over so often his room had designated areas for your spare bits. as upset as he had made you, you weren’t about to scare him with a breakup threat because he was having a bad day and lashing out at you.

“yn!” yuuji’s bright voice spooked you from your thoughts as you made your way down the stairs and you had to quickly wipe away any tears so as to not worry your boyfriend’s ten year old brother. choso’s golden personality was hidden by dark hair and an introverted front whereas yuuji’s was clear from his pink hair to his loud voice. “are you leaving already? you haven’t even tried my pancakes yet!”

one of yuuji’s incentives to attend the lessons that he didn’t like (ie. anything that wasn’t sport) was for him and choso to make homemade pancakes together. it was a weekly thing that you usually missed because of work and yuuji had been jumping up and down when he had found out you’d be there this evening.

your heart broke a little more at the fact you’d now be upsetting him.

“sorry yuuji,” his little face dropped slightly, bounce in his step gone as he clasped his hands together. you gently rubbed his shoulder, “i’ll be here for friday?”

yuuji scrunched up his nose. “that’s so long away!” it was also the day he’d be sat at the kitchen island with you for several hours doing catch up on his classes.

yuuji was the reason why you and choso had reconnected after graduating school – because when you agreed to tutor a student how could you have known that itadori yuuji was kamo choso’s little brother? you’d never been close in school so you hadn’t even known he had any relatives.

“i’ll bring you a treat,” you promised, making your way out of the house after saying a quick goodbye to his parents.

the pouring down rain coupled with the ever flowing tears that stained your cheeks meant you had to stop your car several times on the way home just to ensure you wouldn’t crash. each and every time you checked your phone to see if he’d sent you a message, apologising and asking you to come back (which you would have in a heartbeat). there never was.

you didn’t see choso for the rest of the week – not until friday, your usual tutoring session with yuuji.

he had messaged you a couple times, asking about your day and sending you several pictures of tattoos he had done himself which you always responded to quickly. but the conversations were short and filled with unanswered questions.

most days that you didn’t sleep around his, the two of you would call until one of you fell asleep. for the last five nights both of you had made excuses for why you couldn’t call.

your relationship was still fairly new and this was the first spat that you had had. neither of you really knew how to cope with the aftermath or even the initial falling out. you missed your boyfriend, though, and you couldn’t avoid this forever.

“is yuuji here?”

you’d knocked twice before the door had been opened by choso. he looked just as tired as you felt (you’d done your best to cover it up with a bit of concealer and highlighter), and his shoulder length hair was messily framing his face. the hoodie he wore was a matching one that you had still hung up in your wardrobe at home.

“no,” choso shook his head, “he’ll be back from fushiguro’s kids in about fifteen.”

yuuji had spoken about megumi a lot to you – his best friend in the whole world, he’d described him as. he told you he’d bring him around one day to meet you.

“okay,” you said slowly and there was an awkward silence that settled between the two of you. on a friday night whilst you were with yuuji, their parents went out for their weekly date night, so right now it was just choso in his house and you at the doorstep. you take a step back, “i can just wait in my car till–”

“i think my parents are splitting up,” choso said quickly – almost too quickly for you to understand – and his eyes dropped down to the ground below, avoiding your worried gaze. “friday date nights are now for marriage counselling,” he continued when you didn’t say anything, still in shock from the confession, “jin… he’s a good guy, but my mum is stressed with work and–”

“and she’s taking it out on the people closest to her.”

choso picked his head up and there was an unspoken understanding that that was what had happened on sunday. he looked guilty as he nodded.

choso and yuuji were half brothers – choso’s dad had up and left when he was only a couple of years old and his mum had had to single-handedly rebuild their life. he didn’t want yuuji to have to experience any of the hardships he did in his broken family.

“i’m sorry for hurting you. i don’t want to lose you too,” your boyfriend apologised and you made the first step on closing the gap to wrap your arms around his waist. he smelt like home, you realised, nestling your face into his hoodie, and you didn’t want to go five whole days without him again.

you lifted your head up to press one kiss to the corner of his lips, “we’ll get through this together, no matter what happens.”

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Let Me Love You | Javier Peña (One Shot)

Javier Peña has been the bane of your existence since you arrived to work for the ambassador. When you find yourself at a loose end following an altercation in the street on your way home, Javier is the only person you could turn to which turns your evening into something you'd never dreamed of.

Pairing | Javier Peña x Reader

Warnings | Smut, oral sex (F receiving), Protected PIV sex, descriptions of physical assault/robber, alcohol consumption but nothing else I can think of.

Word Count | 5.2K

Authors Note | Been holed up in bed this weekend rewatching Narcos and this is the result. I hope you like it! Like, Reblogs and feedback are my lifeblood so please let me know if you enjoy this! Just a warning that I am very high on painkillers and this hasn't been proofread so apologies for any spelling mistakes.

Javier Peña wasn’t used to rejection. Whether he liked it or not he was the epitome of a ladies’ man and had no issue in getting whichever woman he wanted that night into his bed. That was until you came bounding into his life with your apathy and disdain towards him. What he should have done was leave well alone but if there was anything Javier enjoyed it was a challenge and you had become a very personal one to him.

You’d been an assistant to Ambassador Noonan for a few months now – everyone back at home in El Paso had been so proud when you’d beaten everyone else for the role in Colombia, it’s the only time you’d ever seen your father cry. His little girl, all grown up and off to play with the big guns at an overseas posting.

Colombia had been a culture shock, there was no getting around it. It was busy and loud and all sorts of colourful that you weren’t used to but in the best way possible. When you phoned home each Sunday to catch up with your parents you could feel the desire to go back to your old life fading a little.

The only aspect of your job you weren’t fond of was Javier Peña. Almost immediately one arrival he’d made it his personal endeavor to conquer you as another office romance. Almost all the office girls had filled you in on his reputation as the DEA’s resident womanizer and you’d done everything possible in your power to avoid becoming just another notch on his bedpost.

He hadn’t made it easy for you though. It didn’t help that he was just your type. Tall and handsome, with dark brown eyes that pierced right through your own whenever he spoke to you. You’d learnt from the girl who sat on the desk next to you that he was also from Texas and the rumor was that before coming to Colombia he’d jilted his soon-to-be wife on their wedding day.

“You know he’s got eyes for you, right?” She’d said one afternoon a few weeks ago when Javier had tried to get you to shift the ambassador’s entire schedule around so he could present new intelligence.

“I don’t care, miel,” Was what you’d replied, using your limited Spanish to call her honey, the pet name you’d fallen on for each other in the short months you’d worked together, “I worked too hard to get here to become just another of the girls Agent Peña has slept with.”

“Girl, take it from someone who knows, you would not be disappointed.”

You’d waved her off before gathering a pile of files for the ambassador, using the need to drop them off as an excuse to end the conversation. When you arrived back at your desk, Javier’s partner Steve was waiting at your desk.

“Agent Murphy, what a nice surprise.” You weren’t lying, you much preferred to deal with Steve when it came to the pair of agents, he was married and you appreciated that unlike his partner, he didn’t openly gawk at you when trying to hold a conversation.

“Javier sends his apologies, he had to head out to follow a lead…” You shrugged your shoulders at him, “Anyway, he asked me to bring this down for the ambassador and said if you could make sure it lands up on the desk before the end of the day, he would be most appreciative.”

“You know, if you’d come down and asked without mentioning him, I would have done that, but you can tell him the ambassador is very busy and it’ll wait until tomorrow.”

“Oh come on,” Steve groaned, “If not for Javi then for me? He’s gonna chew my ass if I don’t get this sorted.”

“You can tell him if he’s got an issue he can take it up with me personally, surely that’ll get you off the chopping block?”

“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself in for.” Was all Steve replied with before throwing the file down on your desk and walking away.

***

It was late. Later than you’d normally stay at work, but the ambassador had asked you for some financial reports which were proving trickier to put together than you had anticipated. Everyone else had left a while ago, the only sounds in the office were your pen scrawling across paper trying to make the numbers make sense and the far-off sounds of the cleaners in the hallway. That was until you could hear shoes on the flooring coming towards you.

“Querida, what are you doing here this late?”

“I could ask the same of you Agent Peña.” You replied, not looking up from the scrawls of numbers in front of you.

“I just came back after following up on something and Steve said you wouldn’t give the ambassador our intelligence today?”

“Ambassador Noonan is a busy woman, what do you want me to say?” You finally put your pen down to look at him, stood in front of your desk in his stupidly handsome leather jacket with his stupidly handsome hands on his stupidly handsome hips.

“Do you know how important that information is to catching Escobar?” He asked, his eyes boring holes into your own.

“And do you know how many people stand at my desk and insist their files are the most important thing she’s ever going to read in her life?” You countered.

You watched intently as he used one of his hands to pinch the bridge of his nose, you could tell he was thinking about what to say next.

“Listen, I know we’ve not always seen eye to eye,” He began, which earned a scoff from you as if to say no shit, “But this was really important.”

“Like I said to Steve, she’ll get it first thing in the morning.”

Without saying a word back to you, Javier turned on his heels and walked away to leave, before stopping to turn back and say two words you don’t think he’d ever said to you.

“Thank you.

***

Weeks had passed without incident. Javier and Steve hadn’t been around all that much – as far as you’d managed to find out they’d been in and out chasing up leads on Escobar out in the field. You hadn’t even bumped into Javier in the apartment building you all lived at. The only sign of life being the sounds of him and whatever woman he’d bought back that night. It was one of the only downsides to your living arrangement – living right next door to him and having to come up with inventive ways to get to sleep when all you could hear was another woman calling his name.

You’d worked late again. It was a Friday night and everyone else had left a while ago to the bar just around the corner from the embassy. Some of the girls had begged you to go with them but you wanted to get ahead of the ambassador’s schedule for next week, opting instead to spend your Friday pouring over briefing documents and getting everything in a row.

It probably hadn’t been wise considering there had been an increase in cartel violence on the streets – but you knew that the narcos were smarter than to try and attack the American embassy or anyone who they watched entering or leaving. As the clock struck nine you decided to call it a night. There was a long bath and a glass of wine with your name written all over it at home. Picking up your handbag and swapping your office heels for something more comfortable to walk home in you started making your way to your apartment.

You weren’t exactly sure when you became aware that someone was following behind you. You’d noticed the sound of feet on the pavement, but it was a Friday night so that wasn’t all that unusual. Something in your subconscious had told you to speed up a little and you’re sure it was when the footsteps behind you did the same that you began to panic a little. You were only a few blocks away from the apartment building. All you needed to do was make it there and you’d be safe.

The mysterious person behind you had other ideas. You were a street away from the building when you felt a tug on the strap of your handbag. It dragged you backwards and you came face to face with a man. He was much taller than you and had a heavy build. Your brain immediately deciding that fighting him off was impossible.

You tried in vain to drag your handbag from his hands, but his strength was obviously greater. You gave a good fight but suddenly felt a sharp sting across your face. Whoever this man was he’d just hit you. Hard. You could already feel the telltale slither of blood falling from your nose and the impact had caused a cut to your lip as well. The force was enough to make you let go of your handbag and you watched miserably as the man ran back off down the street with it.

You wished him luck – there was a tiny bit of money and the keys to your apartment door but not much else. You tried as hard as you could to stifle a laugh at the situation – a bloody nose, cut lip and judging by the ache behind your eye, a black eye, for a few pesos and a useless door key.

Thankful that you were just a few minutes’ walk away from your apartment you arrived, ready to down a glass of wine until your headache dulled before realise whoever that piece of shit was, he had your keys.

You groaned out loud, leaning yourself against your apartment door. Connie and Steve lived upstairs but it was late, and you had no intention of waking their new baby and invading their apartment. There was only one option. Javier.

You prayed to whichever God out there would listen as you knocked on his front door, hoping that had chosen the comfort of his own home and opposed to a brothel for the night. If he did, it was a lovely night on the floor for you.

It took a moment, but you could hear shuffling at the other side of the door before it swung open to reveal Javier, top buttons undone and without a belt on his jeans.

“Jesus Christ, Querida,” He exclaimed, taking in the sight of your face, bloody and already bruising, “What on earth happened?!”

“Some guy tried to take my bag as I was walking home, when I tried to fight it back from him he hit me,” You explained, “Stupid of me really considering he was at least twice my size.”

Javier ushered you inside, closing the door behind you before motioning for you to sit on his couch, “Was there anything important in there?”

“No, I don’t take papers home with me, just a few hundred pesos and my apartment keys.”

“Okay, that’s good, we can get you a new set keys in the morning,” He spoke over his shoulder as he rooted around in his freezer, “Does it hurt?”

“Are you seriously asking if my bloody nose, split lip and potential black eye hurts?” You shot back, deadpan as he wrapped some ice in a towel, “Yes, it fucking hurts Javier.”

“Alright, I’m sorry, just take this and rest it where it hurts.” He spoke, handing over the ice before heading back to the kitchen.

He returned with two glasses filled with amber liquid which you could only assume was whiskey and popped two pills next to the glass he set down for you, “You know you’re not supposed to take pills with alcohol right?” “Trust me, I’ve been doing it most of my life and I seem to be alright,” Was his response as he sat down in the chair away from you, “Both will help take the sting away, I promise.”

At this point you would do anything to get rid of the dull ache behind your eyeballs so, putting down the ice, you popped both pills on your tongue at the same time before draining the whole glass of whiskey in on go. When you opened your eyes, Javier’s were trained on you, staring.

“What?” You challenged, picking up the ice again, “Never seen a girl shoot a whiskey before?”

Without a word, he stood from the chair and took a few wide strides before he was on his knees on the floor in front of you.

“Let me see.” He all but demanded, moving your hand that was holding the ice to your swollen lip.

Once the ice had moved, he used his hand to lean your chin up so he could see your injuries better. Your breath and caught in your throat at him being so close to you. His eyes were pouring over your face as he turned you into the light to get a better look at each injury.

“Whilst he did a number on you, hermosa,” Javier spoke, “I don’t think you need stitches.”

“Thank the lord for small mercies.” You replied as Javier walked to the kitchen and retrieved the bottle of whiskey, stopping to pour a shot into your glass before doing the same to his own glass.

“Do you want to have a shower?” He asked, “You can get yourself clean and I’ll see if I’ve got some clothes you can wear for tonight.”

You gave a small smile, suddenly feeling quite helpless about the whole situation, “That would be nice Javi, thank you.”

***

The warm water of Javier’s shower did wonders for loosening the joints you hadn’t realized you’d tensed so much. Watching the blood from your nose wash down the drain was concerning, and you were sure the headache you had was getting worse, but you hoped the pills and the alcohol would do their job soon enough.

Once you were wrapped in a towel and stood in Javier’s bedroom, you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself. He’d lain out a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers, the only clothes you think he could find that would fit you. Once you were dry and had slipped on the clothes you took a moment to gather yourself.

You wondered how many other women had been in this room, wearing his clothes. Granted, you doubted that very few of them, if any, had received a slap round the face in exchange for their bag, but there was a telltale pang of jealously that this felt like something he would do for every girl fresh out of his shower.

“Hermosa…” Javi dragged out of his mouth when he caught site of you leaving his room, before couching a little to cover up the obvious slip of the tongue he hadn’t meant to let leave his thoughts.

“Thank you, I feel much better now.” You replied, taking up your old seat on his couch.

“You shouldn’t be walking back this late on your own by the way.” He offered.

“It’s never been an issue before,” You spoke softly, taking a sip of your drink, “I know things are getting more dangerous, but it really is only a few streets, and I don’t drive.”

“Whenever you need to work late you tell me,” He ordered, “I’m usually always around and I’ll drive you back.” “I don’t need you to be my chauffer, Javier.” You snorted.

“I’m not asking to be your chauffer, querida, I’m asking to be your friend.”

An involuntary snort left your mouth when Javier spoke, “You don’t want to be my friend Javier, you hate me.” Was your response.

A sigh left Javier’s lips, “I don’t hate you querida,” His voice was low, “Quite the opposite actually.”

“What the hell are you talking about Peña?”

Another ragged sigh left his mouth as he pinched the bridge of his nose as if to collect his thoughts, “I like you, okay?” He looked you dead in the eyes, “I Like you very much.”

“But you don’t know anything about me, Javier?!” You exclaimed, not understanding how the man in front of you, who had been the cause of most of your problems since coming to Colombia, was admitting he liked you. This had to be a joke.

“I know enough to make my judgement, hermosa,” He replied, “I know that you’re one of the only women at the embassy who won’t stand for my shit, I know that you’re fiercely intelligent and that you’d do anything in your power to help those you care about, I know you’re from Texas and that tequila is what you like to drink on a Friday when you want to forget about your week. I know you call your family every Sunday and it’s the part of your week you look forward to the most because that’s what you always talk to the girls in the office about when Steve and I come for Monday briefing.”

As he trails off you sit on his couch dumbfounded. Javier Peña liked you. Maybe every time he’d tried to coax you into leaving the bar with him hadn’t been for just another conquest. Maybe when the girls in the office had told you he was flirting with you, it was because he was and not because he wanted you to slip his files to the top of the ambassador’s pile.

“Listen querida,” Javier spoke again, moving so you were caught in his eyeline, “I might not know everything about you, like your favourite colour or how you like your eggs cooked in the morning, but I know that you are the only woman in this godforsaken place that makes me feel anything.”

“It’s orange.” You spoke without thinking, looking him dead in the eye.

“Hmm?” “My favourite colour, it’s orange.”

Javier chuckled, pushing himself up from his seat to sit next to you on the couch, placing a hand lightly on your thigh, “Mine is blue.” He offered, causing you both to laugh at each other.

“Jesus Christ Javi, just kiss me already.”

He didn’t need telling twice. Aware of the injuries to your face, he used his hands to cup either side of your face before pressing a soft kiss to your lips, trying to avoid putting too much pressure on the swelling. He needn’t have worried because almost immediately you snaked a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in closer, allowing your mouth to open slightly to him.

Javi immediately accepted the invitation of your open mouth, tentatively using it to tangle his tongue with your own as he deepened the kiss. The faint taste of blood in your mouth had him pulling back. You could tell he was searching your face for any signs of discomfort.

“Javi it’s fine, it’s a split lip, just…” You trailed off, pulling him back closer to you, “Don’t stop.”

Instead of latching himself back onto your mouth, Javier used his bodyweight to push you back so you were led on his couch with his body covering yours above you. One of his hands was placed next to your head to keep him held up above you, the other was resting at your hip as he looked down at you.

“You look lovely like this querida,” He breathed, “Trapped underneath me all breathless and wanting.”

“It’s not nice to tease, Peña.” Came your response as you bucked your hips towards him slightly, letting him know you needed him.

He smirked down at you before taking the assault of his mouth to your neck. He pressed open mouth kisses down your throat and along your collarbone as his hand slowly worked the hem of your shirt free from where you’d tucked it into your skirt before tracing his fingers up inside the material to rest just under the band of your bra.

A moan ripped from your throat as Javier bit down on the skin behind your ear, sucking gently but enough that you knew there would be a mark there in the morning.

“You like that huh?” He whispered into your ear, “You like it when I mark you?”

“Mmm Hmm.” Was all you could manage to get out as Javier continued to trail his mouth over your exposed skin.

“Words, Hermosa,” He stopped, lifting his head to look you in the eye, “Use them.”

“Ye…yes, I like it whe… when you mark me, Javi.” Came your strangled reply.

“I bet you do,” He rasped into your ear, “I bet if I slipped my hand into your panties you’d be wet for me, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes!” You called out without even thinking, “Oh my god Javi please take my clothes off and touch me.”

You almost expected Javier to tease you more at this point but instead, he pushed himself back so he was knelt between your thighs before making quick work on situating himself on the floor on his knees.

“Sit up for me hermosa.” He spoke, helping you to move yourself so your ass was only just hanging onto the edge of the couch with your back up against it.

Almost on instinct your spread your legs wide for him, watching as he bunched your skirt up against your waist, revealing the light grey cotton panties you’d thrown on this morning. If you’d known then that by the evening you’d be baring them to Javier’s face, you’d have picked something sexier.

You looked down at him between your thighs and saw his chest was heaving slightly with his heavy breathing, “What’s this?” He asked, before brushing his fingers over the material that was covering your core, “You’re soaking already, this little wet patch is giving you away.”

A light moan left your lips as his fingers moved from the wet patch at your entrance all the way up to where he could touch your clit. His touch was feather light but just like anything he’d done in the past few minutes it was lighting you on fire.

“I’m going to eat your pussy, darling girl,” He spoke, hooking his fingers around your panties to drag them off, “Is that okay?”

“Only if you’re good at it, Peña.” Came your response.

If he wanted to respond to your smart mouth he thought better of it. Pulling your panties all the way off and discarding them somewhere on the floor behind him before bringing his face as close to your pussy as he could get without touching you. He stayed like that for what felt like hours as he watched your wiggle your hips and move about to try and get his mouth to touch you.

When he finally did put his mouth to you it was like the universe exploded. He licked a single stripe from your entrance to your clit, using the tip of his tongue to tease the bundle of nerves before pulling away. A petulant whine left your mouth but Javier had waited a long time for this so it wasn’t long until his tongue was back to teasing your clit. He switched between light flicks of his tongue to enveloping your clit between his lips to suck on it. Within no time your hands were tangled in his hair and you were grinding your pussy into his mouth, begging him to make you cum.

“You want to cum, hermosa?” He asked, tearing himself away from your pussy, “You going to make a mess of my face?”

“Oh god,” You moaned, “Javi please, it’s too much.” You looked down and watched as he smirked at you before latching his mouth back around your clit. You’d never felt like this with anyone before, you could certainly understand why most of the girls in the office were obsessed with this man if this is what he could do to them in mere minutes. A flash of jealousy seeped into you which you tried to push to the back of your mind.

Suddenly you felt him push two fingers inside your aching pussy. Your felt him expertly curl them upwards, hitting a spot inside you that you weren’t aware could feel so good. Your hips began moving to meet the thrusts of his fingers inside you as his tongue continued teasing your clit. You could feel the telltale tightening in your abdomen and just silently prayed to god that he didn’t stop.

“I can feel you getting tighter around my fingers hermosa,” Javi groaned from your pussy, “I want you to cum for me.”

His words mixed with the assault of his fingers and mouth were all you needed at that point. Your thighs tightened around his face as you cried out his name whilst his mouth worked your through your orgasm.

Once Javi had worked you through most of the aftershocks of your orgasm he sat back on his heels to look at you.

“I don’t think anyone has made me cum like that,” You spoke breathlessly, “That was insane.” You took the time to look at Javi, from his place sat on the floor.

His mouth was glistening with your slick and the further you let your eye roam the better the view got, until your eyes settled on the prominent bulge at the front of his jeans.

“Looks like you’ve got a little problem there, agent.” You teased, pointing to him.

“Little?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, “You’re going to regret that.”

He stood, making light work of removing the belt that held his jeans up, “Turn around and lift your skirt up.” He ordered.

You did as you were told, draping the upper half of your body over the back of the couch, widening your legs so Javier had a view of your ass and your exposed pussy. You looked over your shoulder to find him fishing a condom out of his wallet before shedding himself of his jeans and boxers. Little had been as far from correct as you could have been. His cock was hard and you watched intently as he rolled the condom on swiftly. Your mouth watered at the thought of having him heavy in your mouth.

“Enjoying the show?” He asked as he moved behind you, letting two of his fingers dip into your pussy, “So wet for me hermosa, you ready for my cock?”

“Yes Javi,” You breathed, moving yourself back in an attempt to get him closer to you, “I want you to fill me up.”

“Whatever you want, darling girl.” Was his answer.

You felt him scoot up behind you, taking your hip in one of his hands, using the other to guide the head of his cock to your wet slit. The friction caused when he started pushing inside of your was delightful. He was big, the biggest you think you’d ever taken but the feeling of fullness was overwhelming.

You could hear soft grunts from behind you as he pushed himself all the way into you, stilling once he had bottomed out, “You okay?” He asked softly into your ear as the hand at your hip squeezed lightly.

“Fuck Javi,” You moaned, “You’re so fucking big, it feels so good.” “Yeah?” He asked, a slight chuckle to his voice, “You like my cock inside of you?”

“Uh huh.” You managed to drag out from your mouth as he slowly pulled out and thrust back into you.

The pace was slow to begin with, giving you a chance to get used to his size within you and half because Javier knew if he started his usual bruising pace with you, he would be done in mere seconds. God you felt good around him.

“Javi please,” You begged, “I need you to move.”

“You want me to fuck you?” He asked, pulling his cock almost all the way out of your pussy before stilling, “Needy little thing, begging for my cock like that.”

He wasn’t one to deny a lady what she wanted though so he set about giving you exactly what you wanted. Soon enough he was pounding into your pussy from behind. The strangled cries that he pulled from your lips were enough to let him know you were enjoying yourself – pair those sounds with the way your pussy was clenching around him every time he pushed himself into you and he was ready to come undone.

“You’re such a good girl for me aren’t you?” He cooed into your ear as the hand that wasn’t keeping him upright tangled in your hair, “Put your hand on your pussy baby,” He ordered, “Make yourself cum on my cock.”

You did as you were told, snaking one of your hands underneath your body. You used one of your fingers to circle your clit, the wetness dripping from your entrance enough to slicken you.

“That it’s baby,” Javier spoke in encouragement, “I can feel that pussy clenching around me, you going to cum for me?”

The entire thing was overwhelming – the filth falling from Javi’s mouth, the feeling of his cock filling you up and your fingers on your clit pushing you to the edge. Your second orgasm creeped up on you, falling over you in waves as you cried Javi’s name.

“God fucking dammit,” Came a voice from behind you, “Baby I’m going to cum.”

Words had failed you, but you moaned in approval, doing what you could to push your pussy further into Javi’s hips. A few more thrusts and he stilled within you, letting out a raged moan as his hand squeezed hard enough to bruise at your hips.

Javier stayed still for as long as he could, letting the two of you catch your breath for a moment before he pulled himself out of you. Without his body to keep you upright you collapsed into the couch, doing what you could to pull your skirt down so you weren’t bared to the room anymore.

Javi padded back into the room after disposing of the condom in his bathroom. He sat down on the couch, lifting your legs to rest against his thighs. He was still dressed in his shirt and had thrown on a fresh pair of boxers on his way back to you.

“Javi…” You spoke, drawing his attention to you.

“What is it, hermosa?”

“I think we skipped right past friends, don’t you?”

A laugh erupted from his mouth. You think it’s the first time you’ve seen him properly laugh and you like it.

“You mean your friends don’t eat your pussy and fuck you like that?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

You let your hand swat his arm, “You know, I can’t say they do.”

His eyes darkened slightly as they looked at you, “Does that mean they don’t wrap you up in bed, let you sleep for a few hours and then wake you up to bury themselves inside of you?”

Your eyes widened at the insinuation. You’d assumed you’d spend the night sleeping on his couch until you could slip out and get your keys sorted.

“You want me to sleep in your bed?” “Hermosa….” He breathed, “We won’t be sleeping much at all.”

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Alright, so I know haven't been as active since dropping the first chapter of NFL Buck. I've just been sort of down because that same day, the Super Bowl Champs had their parade and rally, and just after it ended there was a mass shooting. My younger sister was there with some friends and they got away unharmed, but when she didn't answer my message for a long 30 minutes, I truly thought the worst. I've just been so sad and angry for Kansas City, for the US really and I just couldn't get into the spirit of writing. I'm not getting into the politics of it all today and my sister is coming for a visit soon, so I'm feeling marginally better. KC Strong.

First chapter of NFL Buck has been dropped, but everything else I've posted for this fic can be found here. Here is a snippet from the Eddie Begin's arc of NFL Buck.

Hurricane Harvey was relentless for almost four days, bullying southern Texas with unforgiving wind and an exurbanite amount of rain. Houston fire department and so many others worked day and night to help those who had not evacuated. It was absolute chaos, and it blew through Eddie’s entire life. The storms had wreaked havoc on the cell towers, which meant service was spotty to none and radios became the main source of communication for rescuers. By some miracle, though, the internet connection at the firehouse held strong. It was slow and glitched out here and there, reminding Eddie too much of his time in Afghanistan. He watched his infant son grow up through a screen, with his very upset wife barely holding on and his parents hovering nearby, souring the video calls even further. Christopher was no longer a whimpering baby in his mother’s lap but looking at his saddened son on a glitching iPad screen with a tense Maddie sitting beside him, was too familiar. Add in the argument he had with Buck just before, and the threat of danger just outside the firehouse, Eddie was back to being a scared 19-year-old in war riddled country. “Dad, grandma said we’re not going to visit Buck anymore. That he’s too busy. And Maddie tried to call him, but he didn’t answer and…” The eight-year old’s voice trails off, his lips trembling. Eddie bites his inner cheek hard. This was on him. He gave into his mother’s worries and demands about traveling through Texas during the hurricane. Helena was too stubborn and being his mother, she knew every damn button to push, and Eddie was tired of fighting. So, he reluctantly agreed to cancel the visit and his mother grinned a little too sharply before stating, “I’m sure Maddie will enjoy having her brother to herself.” Another ploy to take Christopher and Eddie fucking fell for it. Then his mother took it a step further by graciously telling Buck and Maddie herself, that Christopher would no longer be joining them in Dallas and to enjoy their time together for as long as they need it. Eddie knew his mother didn’t approve of his relationship with Buck, more so than his previous one with Shannon. The only reason she kept her mouth shut was the potential back lash of upsetting Christopher. But she already succeeded in having a hand in driving away Shannon and she probably believed she could do the same with Evan.

With this fic, there are a lot of canon events with twists. The usual timeline does not exists. But I hope you all enjoyed!

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luvyeni · 7 months

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CONSEQUENCES OF A ONE NIGHT STAND. ( chapter. 31 )

💬nias notes: special sunday post because i didn’t want to leave you guys hanging cause i feel like it all four parts tie together 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

— CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: it all comes out …

— 𖦹 warnings?

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“who’s calling you for the 5th time?” jake asked , stretched out on your bed. “yunjin, it’s probably something stupid, she’ll be home tomorrow, and by then she’ll probably forget it.” you put your phone down. “okay.” he said , his phone ringing. “ah that’s the food, i’ll go get it.” he got up, leaving you in the room to find a movie.

a few minutes later, jakes phone went off. “jake your phone!” you yelled, but you failed to get an answer. “why didn’t he take it with him.” you reached over to turn it off. you didn’t mean to look, but the phone was unlocked, and you seen the name. “hm, what does jungwon want?” you said, reading the messages – you’d soon wish you hadn’t.

‘i tried jake, i did’ ‘everyone is pissed, not just at you but me to’ ‘i covered for you and you lied’ ‘you promised me you’d handle it’ ‘what happens next is your fault’

you read the messages confused, what did jake lie about? and what did jungwon cover up?” you were about to put the phone down, when another name popped up, a unfamiliar but not unknown name – song jihae , jakes ex. “okay.” you said, trying not to get upset, reading off the messages.

jihae🤍 | maybe we can go to the park again, like last time.

jake | yeah, definitely, just no going to y/n cafe.

jihae🤍 | i promise i won’t go back , am i am sorry really

jake | let’s just pretend it never happened

jihae🤍| it was kinda nice , it was like when we dated.

jihae🤍| but this time with our son, like a little family.

you almost dropped the phone upon reading the messages, you couldn’t believe what you were reading, a son? “what the-.” so much ran through your mind at the moment , then it hit– the girl who came into the cafe on the day of your appointment, the girl who commented on your twitter post. song jihae – that was jakes ex, he had a kid with his ex girlfriend, and jungwon knew.

“sweet girl, i’m sorry it took so long.” you heard jakes voice entering the room. “they got a little lost.” you looked at him, blank faced. “what is it?” he said, his phone going off again, eyes landing on your hand. “you have a son?” his eyes widened. “why do you have my phone?”

“you have a son?” you asked again. “are you fucking kidding me?” you said. “wait y/n let me explain.” he sat the food down. “yeah you think?” you said. “how long have you been keeping this from me?” you said. “a month.” you scoffed. “a month , you went a month without tell me this.”

“i was planning on telling you, when the time was right.” he said. “when the time was right, you should’ve told me when you first found out, not after going on family dates with your ex.” your voice raising. “it wasn’t dates , i only went for dae.” he said. “do you seriously take me for a fool, you lied this entire time and you expect me to believe nothing happened between you both?”

his face fell and you scoffed, getting your answer. “what happened, you two have sex?” he shook his head. “what? no, of course not! it was just a kiss.” he said. “and she kissed me, i told her off about it, told her i was in a relationship.” you rolled your eyes. “well it wasn’t like you didn’t give her a reason to think you weren’t.” you said sarcastically.

“y/n please calm down, think about the baby.” he said. “that’s all i have been doing, thinking about the baby, while you were out with your other family.” you said. “she came into my store, she pretended to not know me, jungwon– don’t blame him, i told him not to tell you.” he said. “that’s what makes it worse.”

“y/n please let me explain.” you didn’t even want to hear it anymore. “i’m not mad you have another kid, i’m not even mad at the kiss.” you stated. “i’m upset that you didn’t tell me, you left me in the dark, you skipped the appointment and lied to me about it, lord knows how many times you’ve probably lied to me.”

“i am sorry.” he said. “i don’t want to talk to you right now, i think you should go.” you turned away, laying on the bed. “y/n please.” he pleaded for you to speak to him, sighing when you ignored his called. “please forgive me.” he said. “go jake.”

he didn’t want to upset you even more, grabbing his things, slipping on his shoes. “please at least eat something.” he said leaving out of your room, closing the door behind him.

on his way out he ran into yunjin, karina and sunoo; and he could just tell they knew, he didn’t even say anything, just leaving the house with his head low, the door closing behind him.

he seriously fucked up.

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daffi-990 · 3 months

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✨ Inspiration Saturday✨

Tagged by @monsterrae1 @disasterbuckdiaz @exhuastedpigeon @evanbegins @theotherbuckley @tizniz and @diazsdimples (who tagged me for Seven Sentence Sunday but I’ll do that one tomorrow.. even though it’ll be Monday for me haha). Make sure you go check out what they’ve all shared!

Sooooo I have no idea where this came from but I wrote 1.7K for it in one go which is big for me considering lately I’ve only been getting out maybe 300-500 words in one sitting. When it’s a bit more flesh out (aka when I write the dialogue direction) it shouldn’t be more than 2.5K so hopefully I can post it sometime within the next week or two if the inspiration sticks around.

Pretty much the gist of the idea is Eddie pulls away and tries to move on after the grave scene.

Eddie had thought for a while now that he and Buck were slowly moving towards a future together. A future where they weren’t just partners at work, but in all areas of their lives.

Buck dying had almost shattered that future but Eddie brought it back, brought him back with his own two hands and silent prayers as he got Buck’s heart beating again.

Buck came to his house when he needed to escape from Maddie and her parade of well meaning babysitters. It was Eddie’s couch that he fell asleep on, finally feeling safe enough to rest. It was Eddie he began to open up to about his death.

And it was Eddie’s heart that Buck unknowingly broke in a graveyard when he started talking about how a woman he barely knew saw him.

So when Buck officially began dating Natalia, Eddie boxed up the future he saw with Buck and taped it shut, storing it deep within the broken pieces of his tattered heart.

He tried to carry on like usual, but every time Buck mentioned how happy he was with Nat it was like a knife was twisting into the wound.

Eddie needed the wound to heal or he’d bleed out, and to do that he needed space.

So he began slowly pulling away. He stopped going out for drinks with the team, stopped inviting Buck over for a beer after shift and for movie nights (unless Chris specifically asked if Buck could come over. He didn’t want to deny Chris or Buck their friendship) and kept his replies to texts short and to the point that eventually Buck just stopped texting him unless to organize a time to pick Chris up or drop him home.

He felt like they were a divorced couple sharing custody of their kid, except Eddie wasn’t haunted by the memories of a life and love together. No, he was just haunted by the possibility he let slip through his fingers, plagued by dreams of a life they could have had together if he’d just been brave enough to speak up. He’d had so many opportunities, but it never felt like the right time. Probably because there was no right time. Not for them.

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powerofelvis · 1 year

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Aloha To My Heart

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader

Word Count: 10K

Summary: You’re known as the mystery woman that Elvis has hidden from the world. You’re oddly fine with it; the idea of keeping your identity safe from media scrutiny comes as no surprise to your fiancé but as the Aloha From Hawaii concert arrives, he asks you to attend.

Warnings: fluff, angst, the colonel and his manipulative ways, the aloha from hawaii concert, smut, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, multiple positions, dirty talk, sensual sex, talks of a wedding

A/N: It’s finally here, babies! I know it took me so long to finally get it done but motivation had left me for a while after the 1K celebration. In spite of the Oscars on Sunday, I wanted to come back and just post a light but angsty fic about a woman who will do anything to fight for her love that she has with Elvis. I hope this fic will bring light into your life just as it did with mine. I can’t even begin to express how much I adore Elvis especially during the Aloha From Hawaii concert because he truly gave his all then. Anywho, to keep from rambling on, here it is! I hope you all enjoy!

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Hawaii is a beautiful and colorful place. The alluring flowers and the fragrant smell of Hawaiian food along the island was something that you were always excited to experience. It was one of the most prodigious places that you never thought you would have the privilege of visiting.

That was until Elvis came into your life.

You were not looking for anything serious in the beginning. In fact, you weren’t even sure you wanted to date him. You were always independent, not needing the help of anybody but certainly, a man. There was also the fact that you didn’t have the time to become another one of Elvis Presley’s women. You could care less about him being the most sought after man in all of the world, only caring about what made him human.

You had to admit though, he was very charming. Once he realized that you weren’t giving him the time of day because of who he was, he became more adamant about being in a relationship with you. He was still the conundrum who could have women falling at his feet, the temptation was too hard for him to resist. After all, he was a man and if there were enough attractive women who wanted to have a piece of him, he wouldn’t be able to fight off the urge.

But there was still you.

When he wasn’t traveling the country and enjoying the life that his fame gave him, he wouldn’t miss a beat calling you whenever he had the time. You were still hesitant, not letting him in but still enjoying his company. It wasn’t until he was completely through with his obligations in Las Vegas that you decided to give him a shot. However, you weren’t comfortable with letting the world know that you were in a serious relationship with their most beloved. Elvis wasn’t able to comprehend your wishes of remaining hidden at first, he would promise time and time again that he would protect you.

You stood your ground, not wanting to endure the scrutiny that came with being his woman. You knew that it would come with baggage, completely tainting your carefree personality. In the end, Elvis came around and honored your wishes by keeping your identity from the media and those surrounding it. The first few years were great; you would enjoy every moment in private with Elvis but you would also have moments in public, away from the prying eyes of the reporters who wanted to speak with Elvis at any moment.

Elvis was still riding the high of his engagement in Vegas, wanting nothing more than to bring his talents to the world. However, he couldn’t seem to get his manager, Col. Tom Parker to agree to his pleas of going overseas. Elvis was getting tired, often flying off of the handle if someone tried to bring up the international tour situation but with you, he would spend nights weeping in your arms and wallowing in his woes about how he wanted to travel the world with you by his side. It didn’t take long for him to get something he wanted, but it didn’t happen the way that he wanted it to go.

The colonel raved about the concert in Honolulu, claiming that it would be the greatest show on Earth. Elvis was enthusiastic about the plan, planning their trek to Hawaii to take in the sights before the rehearsals and concert would begin. You had no plans on going with him, telling him that you would stay back in Memphis and visit with your family. Elvis did not like that, wanting you by his side every step of the way.

“Baby, you have to come with me. Hawaii is a beautiful place and I want to show my woman off.” Damn it. You thought that maybe you would be able to escape, but the man that you loved wasn’t going to allow that to happen.

“You know that the colonel is not going to allow me to come and distract you.”

The colonel didn’t like you, not sparing any pleasantries whenever he came in contact with you. Often, he would use childish tactics to get under your skin but it was usually shrewd comments about how you distracted his client, wanting nothing more than to witness Elvis ‘throw you out on your ass’ so that he could focus on his career. Elvis would fight with his manager, pushing the notion that his manager should respect the woman that he wanted to marry. You weren’t like any woman that Elvis had ever been with, only caring about his humanity and his morals.

“Darlin’, please come with me to Honolulu. You ain’t gonna regret it, I promise ya.” His hands caressed your shoulders as he leaned into the shell of your ear. You knew that you couldn’t refuse him, pushing off the concerns that you had about being in public with him. You let out a sigh, turning to face him with a small smile on your lips.

“Alright, I will come with you. Don’t expect me to want anything to do with the cameras though.” His smile shined as he grinned, his beautiful teeth sent a shiver down your spine as you melted under his touch.

You couldn’t miss his mischievous grin as he left you to your devices, no doubt going to tell his scheming manager that his woman was coming along to Hawaii with him and the boys. You let out a sigh, making your way up to his bedroom to unpack the things that you had packed for what you thought would be for a trip to your parents, substituting for warmer clothing as you knew that Hawaii was much different in a sense of climate than Georgia. Although you were going to Hawaii with Elvis, you were sure that you would end up unhappy nevertheless. The Colonel wouldn’t say it to Elvis, but you knew that you wouldn’t hear the end of it from him because he knew that you would do nothing but distract his prized act, with your brown eyes and sweet little smile.

Elvis always defended you against the Colonel’s attacks, stating on multiple occasions that you weren’t distracting him but you were there to keep him company. It just made it much better that you were his woman and that he didn’t have to share you with others, noting that his jealous streak was nothing to be ignored.

The day finally came around for your trip with Elvis to Honolulu and needless to say, you were more excited to visit the island than the reason that you were there in the first place. You sat happily on the jet, conversing with some of the wives who were coming along while Elvis was in the back of the plane speaking privately with one of the members of the mafia. “So, Y/N, are you excited about finally being in Hawaii?” Pat, Red’s wife sat up in her seat, wiggling her brow at you.

“I’ve always wanted to visit Hawaii, Pat. I just never thought that it would be Elvis who would make that dream come true.”

“Even if the Colonel could somehow ruin the vacation for the two of you?” Joanie asked, a scowl on her face as she talked about the man.

“Even if he ruins the trip, I will still be by Elvis’ side to support him.” Your arms crossed as you shook your head at the thought that the Colonel was already there in Hawaii with Jerry and that he would surely be unhappy to see you.

However, it was on the flight that you realized that you didn’t care what that bastard thought. You were there for Elvis and even the Colonel couldn’t change his mind about who he invited to Hawaii. You were no exception; in fact, if nobody else would have been invited, you were still the only person that Elvis wanted by his side as he navigated the biggest gig of his entire career. The flight went by smoothly, Elvis had made it back to where you were sitting with the girls and even initiated girl talk while you eagerly bounced in your seat when you took in the coconut trees that littered the island.

“Is it what you expected?” You turned your head to face your fiance, seeing his eyes gleaming with stars in his eyes as he took your hand. You didn’t know that he was watching you, taking in every bounce that you did in your seat.

You smiled at the man that you were madly in love with, taking him by the hand as you softly returned his smile. “Oh darling, it is much more than I ever expected. Thank you for convincing me to come with you.”

The plane finally landed and you were beyond excited about being able to breathe in the Hawaiian air. You noticed that there were crowds of people who were no doubt waiting to catch a glance of Elvis. The girls made their way off of the plane with their husbands, leaving you in the company of your fiance as he took you by the hand. He laced his fingers with yours as he made his way off of the plane, cheers filling the runway as the islanders finally laid their eyes on him. You found yourself proud to be by his side, pushing down your dress as the breeze blew it up over your thighs.

“Are you comfortable holdin’ my hand, honey? I know you want ‘ta keep it under wraps.” He tilted his head down to look at you. You playfully glared at him before nodding your head slightly as the both of you made your way down the stairs onto the runway.

The islanders were beautiful, hopeful that they got a chance to have a moment with Elvis. Their hopes were granted as Elvis made his way down the barricade, shaking hands and kissing the foreheads of those who he could get to. At this point, you were wearing a couple of leis around your neck, standing beside him as he conversed with his fans. You were finally having a taste of what his life consisted of when it came to his fan base. You were afraid that people would give you malodorous glances and whisper about how you were greedy for not sharing their idol with them, but they were nothing but welcoming to you. You were beginning to feel that maybe keeping your relationship with Elvis private was something that you didn’t need to worry about.

All the while, Elvis still held your hand tightly as he conversed with them. He would tug you closer with each moment until you were underneath his arm, his hand resting on your hip. “Aloha! Are you the mysterious woman that Elvis kept hidden from us?” One of the women in the crowd shouted out, earning cheers from the crowd as they began noticing how close you were with him.

Your heart caught in your throat, stammering as you tried to answer to the best of your ability. You couldn’t speak, looking up at Elvis as he laughed at the crowd’s eagerness to know about his private life. Maybe you spoke too soon, but you couldn’t turn back now. Elvis’ fingers rubbed circles on your hip as he turned to face you, his eyes pleading with you to speak, to say something that wouldn’t make him seem vulnerable in front of his fans. You let out a sigh as you turned back to the fans who were waving their arms to get your attention before you mustered up a small smile. “I am. Thank you for welcoming me to your wonderful home.”

You thought that maybe once they heard that you were another one of his women that you would get heckled, but it was the opposite. In fact, they were exhilarated to know that you were there to support the man that you loved. Although they were happy to know that you were the woman that captured Elvis’ heart, you noticed that the Colonel wasn’t returning the festive mood in the slightest. He was standing close to Elvis, a little too close for your liking.

He heard the question that was asked and although he didn’t speak a word, his facial expression spoke volumes. His face wore a permanent scowl as he looked you over, almost as if he was about to blow his top now that it was out that you were Elvis’ woman. However, you didn’t care, you were glad that he felt uncomfortable. The bastard had made you uncomfortable since day one.

Elvis spent a few more minutes with the fans before waving his goodbyes as he led you towards the limo that was waiting patiently for him. As you made it up to the door, you could feel Elvis being pulled away from you. You turned around to see that Elvis was being tugged away from you by his manager, who was angrily whispering to him. Although he was supposed to be whispering, you could hear every word that passed his lips. “My boy, I thought we were going to keep your relationship with Y/N secret, why did you allow her to introduce herself?”

You crossed your arms as you glared at him. “He didn’t allow me to do anything, I wanted them to know who I am. We weren’t being discreet after all.”

You motioned your hand that was still laced with his, pushing your tongue into your cheek as you took in the older man, a look of disgust covering your face as you turned to face Elvis. Elvis sighed, pinching his fingers against the bridge of his nose. You could tell that Elvis wasn’t having it being questioned by the colonel and he also wasn’t happy that you were angry.

He couldn’t figure out for the life of him why you and the Colonel couldn’t get along for a couple of days. “Look Colonel, they asked her and she answered. What do ya want her to do? I invited my woman here and I would think it would be okay if maybe for once y’all could goddamn get along for a couple of fuckin’ days! Now listen, I respect ya and would do anything that ya ask of me, but please get off of her case.”

You stuck your tongue out at the man before removing your hand from Elvis to enter the limo, crossing your arms. Joe turned around to look at you, a look of disbelief covering his face as he peeked out of the opened door, hearing the bickering that was happening between Elvis and his manager. “Sounds like there’s already trouble brewing. What was that all about?”

“The bastard is grilling Elvis about me telling the islanders about my relationship with him. It’s none of his business anyhow, I wish Elvis would kick that son of a bitch to the curb.” You grumbled, looking out of the window as your hands balled into fists.

Joe let out a sigh, patting your knee before turning to look at Elvis who was now scooting into the limo. You could tell that Elvis was upset, the anger burning off of his body as he sat quietly as the limo pulled out of the airport. No one would dare speak as they could feel that Elvis was in his mood so it was best that there were no conversations shared. You couldn’t blame them, but you were also angry at the fact that his manager had his balls in a twist because you came along on this trip.

You placed your hand on Elvis’ knee, smiling softly as he looked over at you. “Not now, mama. I’m so pissed that I could go back and choke that son of a bitch out. It’s not his fuckin’ business on how our relationship should be shared. I’m glad that ya felt comfortable sharin’ our news.”

You raised your brow at his words, but chose to keep your mouth shut because you didn’t want to anger him further. Instead, you smiled at him once more before placing your hand into his. His hand was much larger than yours, something that you always admired when he held your hand in the privacy of his home. You played with his pinky ring, admiring how his cheeks turned rosy pink as he noticed that you were occupied with playing with his fingers. Seeing you happy was all that he needed for the anger to burn away, his hand lacing with yours once more as he started cracking his normal jokes. You could tell that the tension had melted away as he continued with conversation with Joe and Red like nothing had happened.

You weren’t going to allow the Colonel to ruin things for Elvis, so you decided that you would have a talk with him yourself. You knew that it was an awful idea to speak to the man alone, Elvis would never go for it. You would just have to speak with him while Elvis was away at rehearsals, knowing that that was the only time that you could get your point across to the man that you were in Elvis’ life to stay and that nothing he could do would change it. As the limo arrived at the extravagant hotel that the Colonel had set up for Elvis to stay while you were on the island, you had begun to plan out how you would confront his manager.

Elvis could tell that something was on your mind, but you would change the subject as you didn’t want him to worry about you. “I’m fine, Elvis. Let’s go take in some sights, I’m excited to see what Hawaii has to offer.”

Elvis would drop the conversation as he agreed, calling on Sonny and Jerry to make sure that the two of you were safe while you were walking the streets of Honolulu. You made sure that your sundress was wrinkle-free before you put on your sun hat, pairing up your outfit with a pair of sunglasses that had Elvis’ initials in the middle. You grabbed your bag, throwing it over your shoulder as Elvis placed his hand into yours. You were ready to see the beauty that was known as Hawaii.

While you thoroughly enjoyed the beautiful sights of Honolulu and being spoiled by your fiance, you couldn’t push the excruciating conversation that you would have with his manager. The first day of being in Hawaii, Elvis had a press conference with his father, the Colonel, and a few business executives who had invested in ensuring the concert happened smoothly. You, on the other hand, were struggling with how you would confront his manager about his issues with you.

“So, you’re telling me that you want to confront The Colonel about what?” You were sitting with Pat and Joanie at the hotel’s poolside, sipping nervously on an Hawaiian drink that you couldn’t remember the name of.

“He clearly has a problem with me being here, so I want to know why.” You placed the drink down on the table as you turned to face the two ladies who stood by your side. You had to admit that you weren’t even sure why you would take that leap of faith and confront Tom, but something had to be done.

“I know the reason why, Y/N. The man is a fucking moron; if it doesn’t revolve around him getting money, everything and everyone in his way is seen as a liability.” Joanie rolled her eyes as she eyed you with a slight glare in her eyes.

You knew that the wives didn’t have much to do with the man, especially since he had issues with their husbands and their constant presence around Elvis. You had been there for them while they expressed their grievances about things that the man in question had said about their husbands on different occasions. It was no secret that your friends could care less about the man and opted that you did the same.

However, you couldn’t push the nagging feeling out of your head that maybe there was something else that made the Colonel hate you more than anyone else in Elvis’ life. You had to get to the bottom of it and nothing that the girls or Elvis could say or do would change your mind about speaking with him to at least get the tension out of the air. You knew that Elvis would be angry once he learned that you had confronted the Colonel, not wanting anything of harm to come your way.

“I don’t care, Joanie. He has to give me a valid reason as to why he didn’t want me to come here. For God sakes, he nearly blew his lid when he heard me telling the fans at the airport that I was his woman and that I was here to support him.” You sighed, crossing your arms as you looked out towards the beautiful ocean water that was in your sights.

“All I’m going to say is that you should be careful. That man doesn’t have a bottom line, he will use any and everyone to make your life a living hell if you don’t see things his way.” Pat placed her hand on yours, giving you a sympathetic look while Joanie looked disheartened.

You didn’t know why they worried so much, you could take care of yourself. Before you were with Elvis, you took every confrontation with stride. The Colonel wouldn’t be any different.

It was a little bit after 4 PM when Elvis returned to the hotel, wanting to take you out for a private dinner. You decided that you would express your want of speaking with the Colonel because you weren’t sure when you would be able to talk with Elvis privately after the day was done. He had a few days worth of rehearsals lined up and you knew that you couldn’t distract him from ensuring that everything was perfect. As you sat in front of the love of your life, overlooking the beautiful Kahanamoku beach, you placed your hands into Elvis’ before letting out a long sigh.

“Everything alright, mama?” You couldn’t help but smile as you turned to face Elvis as he looked over you with worry. You absolutely adored him, his ocean blue eyes were staring into your soul but you could tell that he was searching for answers of why you were so silent.

“I have something important to talk with you about, Elvis. It’s nothing bad, but I know that it is unfavorable. I want to speak with Tom about his issues with me, to clear the air so to speak. He obviously has a problem with me being here and I want to know why.” You spoke, the word vomit passing your lips as you kept your eyes trained on the man in front of you, taking in his different expressions as he listened to your words carefully.

Elvis was silent for a while, but you could tell that his mind was taking in what you were saying. He let out a sigh before rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea, baby. You know how he is, just leave it at that.” He turned to look out at the beach, but you knew that something was bothering him.

However, you weren’t pleased hearing that Elvis was against you speaking with his manager. In fact, you were a bit frustrated that he wanted you to leave it alone. You pulled your hand away from Elvis, earning a frown as he turned back to face you. “Elvis, this man has been against us since the beginning. It may not bother you, but it sure as hell does bother me. I know you want me to leave it alone and let it continue, but I’m not sure if I’m able to. You may not like what I’m about to say but I’m going to say it anyway.”

Elvis’ brows furrowed into his hairline, sitting back in his chair as he watched you. His cerulean hues returned your gaze as he started to speak, but he closed his mouth in fear of ruining the night that he had planned for the both of you. You knew from the expression on his face that he wasn’t pleased that you would go against his word, but he knew that you were as stubborn as an ox when you set your mind to something. It was one of the reasons that he fell in love with you and he knew it would be one of the reasons why you would get in trouble one day.

“I’m going to talk to him and I’m going to let him know that I’m here to stay permanently. He has to see things from a different perspective, Elvis. Not everything is about money and I’m not with you because you’re Elvis Presley or because I want your money. I could care less about any of this, I just want to be happy with the man that I love.” You shook your head as you balled up your fists on the table.

“Honey, I already knew that you ain’t with me because of who I am or what I can offer ya. ‘m just sayin’ that you shouldn’t get way over yer head about his feelings about ya.” With those words, he went back to looking at the waves that crashed along the shoreline, leaving it up in the air whether or not he gave you his blessing about conversing with his manager.

The dinner went without a hitch, keeping the conversation about speaking with Tom to a minimum as you decided that you were going to go through with it regardless of whether Elvis approved or not. You could tell that Elvis was still thinking about it, from his hands twitching as he laid them on the table and how he would take some time to respond to you when you asked him a question. Once dinner was over, Elvis suggested that you both walk on the beach. You were walking beside him along the shoreline, your hands laced with his as you held your sandals in your other hand.

Elvis didn’t speak a word, letting out multiple sighs from time to time as he took in the cool Hawaiian air before he turned to face you. He didn’t say anything, only nodding his head as he pulled you into his arms. His nose was buried in your neck as he breathed in your scent, the smell of cherry blossoms and vanilla filled his body as he held onto you tightly. “If yer goin’ to speak to Tom, please promise me that you’ll be careful. He might not take kindly to your stubborn personality. I would hate to have’ta shoot the son of a bitch cause he talked to my woman disrespectfully.”

“Don’t worry, Elvis. I’m not going to be rude, I’m just genuinely curious as to why he doesn’t approve of me. I’m a big girl, remember? I decided to come with you and I decided that I will have an adult conversation with him so that we could at least find some common ground. I’m not here to stir up any problems and ruin your big day. I know how much this means to you.” You looked up at him as he towered over you, his blues sparkling under the moon that shone in the night.

Elvis nodded, pulling you closer in his embrace as he pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. “Well, I’m glad to hear it, darlin’. Let’s get back, I have a lot to do tomorrow.” He sighed, sticking out his tongue as he mocked the man in question, but you couldn’t help but to feel as if Elvis was still worried about your upcoming conversation with the Colonel.

As the next two days went by, you spent time with the girls as you got pampered with spa days so that you could look your best at the concert that was happening the next day. You hadn’t seen Elvis much, knowing that he was busy with rehearsals and getting his jumpsuit ready but you missed him. The concert day had finally arrived as you woke up in the bed that you shared with your fiance, knowing that he wasn’t there. You groaned as you got out of bed, the sun shining in your face as you started your day.

“Still haven’t spoken to the colonel?” Red sat by you as you indulged in the wonderful breakfast that was complementary of the hotel.

“Nope, I’m going to talk to him before the concert starts though. I haven’t been able to find him.”

Red sighed as he placed his hands on the table, scooting up to the table as he shook his head. “You’re one stubborn woman, but that’s what Elvis needs after all.”

His friends were always poking fun at you about being headstrong and not stopping until things were settled your way, but that’s how you were and you didn’t see a problem with it. You ignored him, scooping up the fluffy eggs that blessed your palate before turning to face Red with a brow raised. You didn’t have to say anything, knowing that Red knew that you were waiting for him to elaborate about what he meant.

“I mean that you are the woman that Elvis needs, maybe you could get to the bottom of why the Colonel doesn’t like us or anyone else who comes into Elvis’ life. I can only wish you luck though, the man is just as stubborn as you, maybe more.”

“In that case, maybe we should be the main ones getting along. I just wish I could tell what the man is thinking. He has everything that he could want, Elvis takes care of him just like he takes care of us, so what is his problem with me?” You sighed.

“His problem with you, Y/N, is that you make Elvis happy. Elvis was a wild man before you came along, he didn’t have any problems messing around and being a bachelor. I believe that the Colonel thinks that if Elvis settles down, he ain’t gonna have a place in Elvis’ life anymore. Which is probably the reason why he hates the guys so much.”

“I’m not with Elvis because of fame or fortune. I’m with Elvis because I genuinely care about him, I love him. Shouldn’t that count for something?” You turned to face the man, tears burning at your eyes as you shook your head.

“It counts for everything, Y/N. If Elvis has an issue with you speaking with the Colonel, I support your decision wholeheartedly. After all, you’re the only woman that was ever in his life who doesn’t take it lying down. Also, if it helps you, I can find the Colonel for you so you don’t have to run around like a headless chicken.” Red laughed, eliciting a laugh from you as well.

“Thanks Red, I appreciate it.”

Red kept up with his end of the bargain, letting you know that the Colonel would be at the International center before everyone else as he wanted to know if everything was perfect before the show. You made your way inside of the center, looking in every crevice of the building for the man before you saw him. He exited from backstage, a cigar sitting on his lips as he puffed away. His face was in a permanent scowl, but it seemed to have deepened once he took in your form standing in the middle of the room.

“Ms L/N, what a pleasant surprise. How can I help you?” He spoke, his eyes narrowing at you as he made his way over to where you were standing.

“I wanted to have a conversation with you about something, Colonel.” You didn’t miss the glare that crossed his sunken eyes as he made his way over to where you were standing.

“I think I know what you want to talk about, Y/N. Let’s not pretend that I don’t know, what is it that you want to speak about?”

You suddenly had the urge to slap his trademark smirk off of his face as he watched you with slitted eyes, tapping his cane across the floor as he stood close to you. You had never met someone so conceited, someone so sure of themselves as much as this man was. Not only did he look at you like you were a piece of dirt under his shoe, but he had a hidden agenda in those eyes and you knew exactly what it was. He thought that you were less than him, less than Elvis, and even less than the world that you both lived in.

“You don’t know shit, Colonel. You think you could just waltz around and give orders only because you’re the infamous manager of the most famous man who walks this planet. I don’t appreciate how you are treating me for loving Elvis. I also don’t appreciate how you treat him, you don’t think I know that you are secretly going behind his back to mess with everything he worked hard for?”

So much for not being rude.

His smirk faltered from his lips as his eyes changed into daggers and if they were real, you would be as good as dead from the hatred that flashed in his eyes. You weren’t going to stand down, crossing your arms against your chest as you returned his angry stare with your own. “That’s where you’re wrong, girl. I can waltz around and give orders because without me, there would be no Elvis Presley. You wouldn’t have even met him if it wasn’t for the plans that I have for him.”

The bastard was so sure of himself. It disgusted you.

“If anything, you should be thanking me. This little game that you call a relationship wouldn’t be possible if it wasn’t for me. How do you think Elvis is able to freely show you off? It definitely isn’t because of free will.” He chuckled with conviction, bringing his cane up before rubbing the bottom of it against your leg.

You stepped away slightly, appalled that he had the balls to be this close to you. Your mouth dropped but shut soon after as you were speechless. This was not what you had in mind, you were so sure that he would have been the one speechless at how you were standing up for yourself and for Elvis.

“You don’t own Elvis and you don’t own his relationship with me. Who the fuck do you think you are?” You spat out in anger, pushing his cane away from you before balling up your fists at your sides.

“But that’s where you’re wrong, little girl. I own Elvis and if you’re in his life, I own you too. I could snap my fingers and your relationship would be good as gone. There’s nothing in the world that I can’t have, and if you’re in the way of it, you’re seen as a problem. So tell me, Y/N. Do you want to be the cause of Elvis losing everything that he worked hard for?” He spoke firmly.

That’s not what you wanted, not in the slightest. You were happy knowing that Elvis had everything he wanted in life, but you weren’t pleased that the man that stood in front of you could take it away. You found yourself shaking your head, your body shivering with anger as you bite your tongue to keep your thoughts from pouring out of you. You wanted nothing more than to knock him down a few notches, but it wasn’t the time knowing that Elvis had a big show later that night.

“You don’t own me, Colonel. You don’t own Elvis and you don’t own what God has placed in his life. You’re sorely mistaken if you think that you can scare me. I’m in his life now, so it’s in your best interest to stay away from our relationship.” You didn’t know where this confidence was coming from, but you took a deep breath before continuing.

“You have nothing to lose and neither do I. I will go down fighting for him and if I have to drag you to hell along with me, so be it. Stay out of our relationship, I’ll stay out of your way. It’s that simple.” You glared before turning your back to him, stomping out of the convention center. You saw red, knowing that if you didn’t get away from him, you would do something that you would soon regret.

You found yourself back in the convention center later on that day, filled with nerves as you watched everyone run around to ensure that Elvis had everything that he needed for the show. You could hear fans packing the center, their cheers and excitement filled your body with happiness as you noticed Elvis making his way over to you. He was filled with nerves, playing with his rings on his fingers as he spoke with Sonny about security protocols.

“You’re gonna be fine, baby. You’re gonna do just fine.” You spoke as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, standing up on your toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“I-I-I don’t know about this, baby. I haven’t performed in front of a crowd like this, especially now that it will be seen around the world.” He whispered against your lips, his body shaking in your arms.

“Baby, you are more capable than you realize. They are all here to see you, keep that in mind. You’re one talented man, Elvis. You can do this, I’ll be in the front row supporting you.” You gave him a smile as you felt Red’s hand on your shoulder.

You knew that it was time for you to find your seat, giving Elvis one last look before leaving him. You wish that you could have held him in your arms, but you knew that he was needed by everyone else other than you. You found your seat, sitting down as you stared towards the backstage, knowing that Elvis was soon to make his entrance.

The Hail Elvis song kicked off, cheers filling your ears as Elvis walked out on stage with a smile on his face. You were madly in love, seeing how he walked with such confidence. His american eagle jumpsuit fit him in all of the right places, the belt shook with each step that he took. His eyes roamed the crowd before they fell on you, a small smile crossing his lips as he took in your form as you waved to him. You held on to the yellow lei as you watched him conform to the rush that he always felt when he was in front of his fans. You sat with a smile on your face as he performed, completely taken by the fact that he was in his element.

As he performed Fever, you couldn’t help but be captivated. Here was the man that changed your world in more ways that you could ever imagine. You were truly in awe of how he could command a room with only one look. He was an enigma, but you were his woman so you knew differently.

Elvis, the man far beyond the enigma that people knew him to be was only a simple man. He loved guns, he loved southern food, and he loved southern women. The fact that you were lucky enough to be in the crowd to witness him in all of his glory was enough to prove to him that you were meant for him. He would spoil you, that was no lie. He never asks you for anything in return, but when he needed you there for support; he knew that you would never let him down. After all, you were his Belle, his queen, the reason for his being.

As he graced the stage in his American Eagle suit, your eyes lingered longer on his body. His chest, the little drops of sweat glistening on his skin as his jet black chest hair made your mouth water with need as you pictured him above you. You wanted nothing but to watch his chest heave as he took you again and again, but now wasn’t the right time. Elvis, noticing you watching him, sent a sultry smile in your direction as he continued in song but there was something there: desire.

He made his way over to you, leaning down to face you as you stood mindlessly from your seat. You held the lei in your hands, fingers shaking with need as he pushed the pinkish lei that rested around his neck over his neck before handing it off to Charlie. You raised a brow, chuckling as he tilted the crown of his head down towards you. You placed the lei over his neck, smiling slightly as he leaned into you. His lips found yours in a tender kiss, not wanting to let up as he smiled against you. He chuckled, seeing how flustered you were before pulling the microphone from up under the lei.

He stood back up, much to your chagrin before making his way back to where he stood. After the song ended, he smiled brightly before pulling the microphone back up to his soft and plump lips. “Thank you ladies and gentlemen. You’ve been great so far.”

“I want to introduce you all to my reason for being here tonight. She has been by my side for some time, but I-I honestly don’t see myself with another woman other than this person. I would like ‘ta introduce ya to my beautiful fiance, Y/N. Stand up for me, honey.” He turned his head towards you, smiling softly as you stood up from your chair as you waved to the crowds of people who were clapping and cheering.

You weren’t sure how long you were standing before he made his way over to you once again, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. He wrapped his hand around yours, squeezing softly as he whispered sweet nothings in your hair. At this point, you wanted nothing more than to jump his bones in front of everyone, but you knew you had to keep some form of decorum about yourself.

The concert continued on after your introduction. You knew that your face would be plastered over the newspapers back home, but you didn’t care anymore. You were so glad that Elvis loved you and that you loved him just the same. Red made his way back over to you as he finished up his last song, whisking you away from the adoring fans that sat around you. You made your way to Elvis’ awaiting limo, sitting on the cool leather seats as you waited for your man to make his way back into your arms.

You didn’t have to wait long. The opening of the limo and the shuffling noises that were made indicated that Elvis was back. Elvis immediately pulled you into his arms as he nuzzled his sweat-drenched face into your shoulder. As the limo pulled away from the convention center, you could barely make out what was going on but all you knew was that he was back into your arms as the promoter spoke the famous words that put an end to his performances.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Elvis has left the building.”

Elvis decided that he didn’t want to attend the after party with the rest, making up an excuse that he was tired from the stress of the show. You had returned to your hotel suite, knowing that the following day that you would have to return to Memphis. The beautiful island becomes nothing but a memory as you would soon go back to reality. You stood at the glass that overlooked the island, taking in everything that was happening outside of the hotel walls.

Elvis made his way over to you, wrapping his slender arms around your waist as he took in the scenery with you. “You know this isn’t the last time that we will be here, lil.” He spoke softly into the shell of your ear as he pressed heated kisses along your shoulder.

“You mean it? It’s beautiful here, I don’t think I would be able to visit any other island that isn’t Hawaii. It doesn’t hold a candle to how beautiful this place is.” You whispered, turning around to wrap your arms around his shoulder, playing with the gems that adorned his jumpsuit.

Elvis smiled softly, his blue eyes staring into your soul as the desire that was in his eyes during the show had returned once again. “Baby, if you want to visit again, we will visit again.” He smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pressed his lips to yours heatedly.

He pushed you against the glass, lacing his arm around one of your thighs before moving it to wrap around his waist. You hummed out as you ran your fingers down his sweaty chest, his hairs glistening as you stared into his eyes. Elvis had cut off the enigma that he was when he was on stage, now standing before you was the man who was responsible for capturing your heart. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of tellin’ the world that yer mine, mama. Ya looked so beautiful tonight.” He whispered as he nuzzled his face back into your shoulder.

You let out little gasps as his lips nipped and sucked on your shoulder, leaving little bruises on your skin that you knew that you would have to hide the next day. He lifted your other leg, wrapping it around his waist as he held you up against the glass. You shivered, knowing that it didn’t take much for him to get the fire in your loins burning. His body pressed against yours, the gems of his jumpsuit rubbing against the thin material of your dress. His fingers pushed the straps of your dress down your shoulders as he left no skin untouched by his lips.

“Elvis, please.” You whimpered, reaching down to unzip his jumpsuit allowing the cool air to kiss his tanned skin.

“Tell me what you want, Satnin. Tell Buntyn..” He whispered into the shell of your ear as he pulled your dress down over your torso, revealing your breasts to him.

He wrapped his lips around one of them, the other was teased by his finger as he ran his callused digit around your areola. You shivered, tightening your legs around his waist as you grind your hips against his crotch. “Please, p-please fuck me, Elvis.” You whispered into the air that you shared with him.

He hummed, his tongue lapping up your nipple before he tugged on it with his teeth. The pain ached so good, goosebumps appearing on your skin as you held on to the man that you loved. He pulled your body off of the glass before making his way over to the bed that you shared, laying you down gently. He pulled your dress off of your body, eyes glazed over with hunger as he took in your half-naked body. His fingers played with the line of your panties, drawing circles along your pelvic area before lingering over the wet patch that soaked through the material.

He chuckled, seeing your body squirm from his touch before he palmed over your clothed pussy. “You’re so wet for me, mama. How long have ya been feelin’ like this?” He questioned, sinking down to his knees as he pulled your quivering legs up to rest on his shoulders.

“Since you walked out on that stage, baby. Please just do something, I feel like I’m going to explode.” You muttered, squirming over the sheets as you tried your hardest to get him naked.

He pushed your hands down, giving you a warning with his eyes before the tearing of your panties graced your ears. “Elvis!” You screamed out, completely shocked that he had destroyed your panties.

“Don’t worry baby, I can buy ya the whole store when we get home.” He chuckled, sinking down further as his tongue licked a stripe up your slit. You shivered, gripping the sheets tightly as he wrapped his hands around your thighs to push you forward against his lips.

The sounds that left his lips were pornographic as his tongue danced against your pussy. He hummed in pleasure as his tongue tangled around your quivering bud. “You taste so sweet, mama. I can’t get enough.” He muttered against you as he sucked on your clit gently.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your lips let out moans and mewls from the pleasure of his mouth sucking your pussy. His rings dug into your skin as he pushed forward, lapping up your juices as it pooled out from the slit. The slurping and smacking noises that he made brought you closer to an orgasm before he removed one of his hands from the grip on your thigh as he pushed his index finger inside of you.

“Oh Jesus, Elvis.” You whimpered out.

He chuckled as his finger curved inside of you, wiggling mindlessly as it drugged against your tight walls. His digit hit against your g-spot repeatedly as his lips tightened around your quivering nub, your body shaking with fervor as your orgasm surprised you, crashing over you hard. You could feel your juices spurting out of your pussy, coating his lips and chin with your essence as he lapped you clean.

“Sweet like a Georgia peach, Satnin. Goddamn.” He whispered as he pulled away from you, your juices glistening on his lips as he licked you clean from his finger.

He got back on his feet shortly after, pulling the zipper down from his jumpsuit as he eyed you with yearning in his eyes. He yearned to have you in many ways, but tonight wasn’t any different.

He had to have you and if he had to go against the Colonel, he was going to do it.

As Elvis thought about how he wanted you, you laid there before him with a smile on your face as you returned the longing. You knew that he knew that you had a conversation with the Colonel, but maybe he wasn’t ready to talk about it. Who would want to talk about their manager while being intimate? Surely not Elvis. Elvis removed the jumpsuit from his body, leaving his body bare for you, his hardened length pressed against his stomach as he crawled on top of you.

“Are ya ready for me, baby? Fuck, I need ya badly.” He whispered as he lined up to your entrance, plunging deep inside of you as a shakened breath released from his lungs.

You couldn’t speak, nodding your head as you wrapped your arms around his neck before pulling him down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue, sending your soul soaring as his hips slowly pushed all of his cock inside of you. You could feel every vein that adorned his length as it rubbed against your walls gently. He pulled himself away from you, eyes darkened with lust as he began moving inside of you.

Little grunts and moans passed his soft lips as he rutted on top of you, his hands rubbing at your sides. The pleasure was different; the intimacy that was happening between the two of you was different than before. He was in love and you could see it. You returned it as your hands moved the onyx colored hair that was stuck to his forehead. His hips picked up the pace, his balls slapping against your ass as he slammed into you harder. Your body jolted from the newfound pace, holding on to his biceps tightly as you threw your head back from the pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby. Such a good little girl for me.” He spoke into the shell of your ear as he continued the assault to your wet cavern.

His lips moved from your ear, his tongue dragging against your neck as he lapped up the sweet taste of your sweat that was mixed with your cherry blossom perfume that he adored so much. The skin slapping filled the room as he grunted against your skin, still pounding deep into your pussy, the tip of his cock hitting your spot repeatedly. “Oh God, Elvis. Please don’t stop!” You screamed out, digging your manicured nails into his skin.

“I’m not gon’ stop, baby. You’re gon’ limp by the time I’m finished with ya.” He pulled out of you, flipping you over on your stomach before plunging back inside of you.

He pulled you up against his chest, his hand wrapping around your neck from behind as he slammed harder inside of you. His other hand wrapped around your waist, his digits flicking your clit as he held you into his arms. Your body shivered, legs numb as you bounced with him on the bed. “You’re gonna take this fuckin’ cock like a good girl, aren’t ya?” He whispered.

“Yes, please give it to me, baby. I need you.” You mewled out in pleasure, hips snapping against his as he continued forward.

“Go ahead mama, give me one more. You have one more in ya, I know ya do. You were drippin’ wet at my show. I want ya to show me how wet you were.” He muttered into your ear as his hips snapped into your ass with rapid thrusts.

You whined as you nodded your head, placing your hand down between your legs where his hand laid. You placed your hand on top of his, moving along with his digits as he mindlessly rubbed your clit swiftly. You could feel your walls clenching around his cock, throwing your head back to lay on his shoulder as you let yourself go. You shivered, your vision blurring as your juices poured out of you, coating his fingers and the sheets as you squirted.

He chuckled, removing his hand from your pussy as he placed his fingers into your mouth. “Suck it clean, baby.” He whispered, watching with hooded eyes through the mirror that sat above the headboard of the bed as you sucked your juices off of his digits.

He removed his fingers from your mouth, pushing you down on the bed as he continued slamming his hips into yours. “Fucking. Take. This. Cock.” He roared as his fingers tangled into your locks, his balls slapping against your ass once again.

You screamed out in pleasure, clenching around his cock mindlessly as you shut your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure that you were feeling. “Oh fuck baby, if you keep doin’ that, I’m gonna fucking break into two.” He grunted, not letting up the relentless pace he had set.

You clenched around him once again, eliciting a groan from him as he picked up the pace once more. You could tell that he was close, his thrusts were becoming sloppy as he grinded against your ass. “Fuck, ‘m bout ‘ta burst baby. Here it comes.” He roared as spurts of his cum filled your walls, the warmth familiar to you by now.

Elvis grunted as his hips slowed as he continued to shoot his load into you, tugging you up by your hair. “Look at me, I want ya to fuck–look at me while I’m claiming ya.” He whispered into the shell of your ear as his hips stilled inside of you.

He pulled out of you, the spurting noise of his cum spilling out of you filled your ears. “Fuck, that was amazing, Satnin.” He whimpered as he pulled you into his arms.

Elvis stepped away from you, only for a moment to get a washcloth. It felt like forever as your legs shook from the aftermath. He returned seconds later, wiping your body clean of his cum and your juices as he kissed your forehead. “So, what is this about ya talkin’ to the Colonel this mornin’?” He asked, an amused look over his features as he pulled the cool washcloth from between your thighs before he cleaned himself off.

“I just told him that I will fight for our love and that he should stay out of our way.” You curtly replied, scooting up in the bed as you eyed him. He threw the washcloth in the laundry bin beside the door before returning to you.

“I heard, I just never thought you would be so fiery while speakin’ to him.” He chuckled, crawling into the bed with you as he pulled you into his arms.

“Well, I’m tired of him makin’ me feel like I’m invalid. I’m your woman, Elvis. Eventually, we will be married. It’s time for him to respect me.” You whispered, nuzzling into his chest, playing with the necklace that rested on his chest.

His ring clad hand caressed your arm as he listened to you, nodding slightly before looking down at you. Elvis wasn’t upset, he was far from it. In fact, the reason that he was so eager to get into bed with you was because he was turned on by the fact that you stood up for him. He knew how independent you were and that you weren’t easily convinced about allowing the world to know that you were his, but he adored how you took the change in stride.

“There will be a lot of changin’ once we head back to Memphis, mama. First, we need to start plannin’ the wedding. You’re more than qualified to become Mrs. Presley. It’s time for everyone to know that too.”

You smiled, nodding your head as you tilted your head back up to look at your fiance. “Let’s get some sleep so we can be ready for the trip home. Once we get back to Graceland, we can talk about the wedding.”

The next morning, you were all packed and ready for the return to Memphis. As Elvis handed your bag to Red, you noticed a smile that crossed his lips once he noticed that you were glowing. “Someone had a wonderful night, I presume?” He chuckled, earning a glare from Elvis as he pushed him towards the plane.

“It’s none of ya business, ya son of a bitch. Just get her bag situated on the plane.” Elvis grumbled, eliciting a giggle from you as Red rolled his eyes before walking away from you.

“Don’t be mean, it was Red who helped me find the Colonel.” You playfully swatted at him, smiling as Elvis shook his head at you.

“I see one of my men could help ya out better than me, hm?” He chuckled, taking your hand as he led you up the stairs towards the jet that awaited the two of you.

“Wait, let me get one last look before we leave.” Elvis turned to face you, his brow raised as he watched you take in one last deep breath of the Hawaiian air before you turned your back towards the beautiful island that was your home for the last couple of days.

“We will be back, baby. I promised ya.” Elvis smiled as he let go of your hand, waving at the fans who were watching him board.

“I know, honey. I know you did.”

For the first time in your life, you could thank Hawaii for giving you the strength of fighting for your love. Your heart wouldn’t give up until you had your rightful place in his life without the intrusion of his slimy manager. Until the next time that you would grace the beautiful island, you could only hope that you would return as Elvis’ wife.

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Coming In London (Jey Uso/OC)

A date night for the ages across the pond. Post-Money in the Bank 2023. Jey Uso/OC one-shot.

Warnings: SMUT

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: New Edition's 'Can You Stand The Rain' was my muse for this fic. It kinda fit. I'm not weird I promise.

Enjoy!

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Money in the Bank was so much fun!

Zainab had attended a number of WWE shows with some great audiences in the past couple of years, but there was something about the atmosphere in the O2 Arena that could not be replicated elsewhere. They were on fire all night, especially for the main event, yet another one her boyfriend and his twin brother were headlining this year. Watching him feed off the fans’ energy and tear it up with his three brothers was mesmerizing. Emotions ran high afterwards and she ended up hanging out in the hotel lounge with the Bloodline and several other Superstars till the early hours of Sunday morning. It was hard to fall asleep with how happy everyone was about the great show they’d put on.

Jey was still passed out at breakfast time, buried beneath the white sheets of the plush bed of their hotel suite. Deciding not to disturb him, Zainab went alone, and ran into Jimmy and Roman at the buffet table. They were still buzzing from last night. As she kept them company, she noticed there was something else exciting them. They kept checking their phones, smiling from ear to ear and sharing secret looks. Her curiosity was piqued, but before she could press for more info, both men finished up their breakfast and quickly kissed her goodbye before leaving for their flights back home.

When she returned to her man, he was awake but still in bed, with his phone in his hands, the sheets pooled around his waist and his hair all disheveled and sexy. Damn, he looked so good. Like, “I woke up like this” kinda good.

“Morning, sexy. Hope you didn’t miss me too much,” she greeted, giggling when he yanked her down to the bed the moment she was within reach, almost knocking off her glasses. She accepted his soft, gentle kisses as his arms wrapped around her. He tasted like mint, like he’d just brushed his teeth. “I brought you a couple of muffins, a banana and some yogurt. How ya feelin’?”

“Like I been hit by a damn truck,” he murmured, sitting up to rest his back against the headboard while keeping his hold on her waist. “How was breakfast?”

“Good. Your twin and Roman were there. They were acting real sus. Kept smilin’ all wide and shit and checking their phones like you’re doing now. Who are y’all gossiping about?”

“Haha, no one, babe. We just goofin’ around.” Clearing his throat and putting his phone away, he smoothly changed the subject. “Date night at the London Eye is a go. Tonight gon’ be lit, baybeee.”

Zainab pursed her lips and adopted her most neutral expression. “Are you sure we’ll be able to go? You still look really tired.”

Jey couldn’t hold back his laugh at her faux concern. “Z, I’m good. We goin’. Don’t know why you so scared.”

“You know I don’t like heights, Mr. Day One Ish,” she rolled her eyes.

“Last time I was in London, I went on the ride. The view was unbelievable and I told myself I’d take you there if we ever got the chance. Don’t be a scaredy cat. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

Whenever his mind was set on something, he went through with it no matter what. Since he only wanted to show her a good time, she decided to indulge him. “Fine. Bianca invited me for afternoon tea. Imma do a little shopping afterwards, maybe get my nails done too. I’ll be back in time for tonight.”

Jey reached for his wallet and handed her his black American Express card. “Here. Go crazy with it. Just make sure you look sexy for me tonight.”

Zainab sighed dramatically and plucked the hard plastic from between his fingers, previous back-and-forths reminding her that he would not take no for an answer. “You spoil me too much, babe.”

She tried to sound stern, but that smile he loved was bright and happy, and he couldn’t stop himself from stealing another kiss. “For you, baby, ain’t no such thing as too much.” He meant it. She had him sprung, head over heels for her. He would give her the world if she asked for it. She worked so hard on the daily and she deserved to be spoiled and pampered all the time.

Zainab’s fingers trailed over his pec tattoo as a fiendish idea came to her. “Hmm. Would you like something in return then, Daddy? It’ll be unfair for you to do all the giving.”

“Well, if you insist…” he rasped, taking her hand and putting it between his legs, making her cup him through the sheets. His other hand curled dangerously around her neck, squeezing lightly, watching the flame of desire ignite in her gorgeous eyes, “...You can gimme that throat.”

His gruff demand, topped by his darkened irises and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, had her pussy purring. She drew the sheets off him and exposed his mouth-watering erection. Adjusting her frame on the bed, she closed her fist around his dick, leaning down to flick her tongue over the slit of his head, and her smirk widened when a sharp hiss escaped him.

“Whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets,” she said to him with a wink, licking him one more time. As her mouth sank lower down his shaft, Jey felt his bones melt, and he laid back with a relaxed sigh and let her work her magic on him.

Today was going to be a great day.

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The weather was nice, mostly sunny with none of the infamous London rain showers in sight, thank God. After tea at the highly esteemed Fortnum & Mason, she headed out to the High Street with Bianca Belair to find a knockout outfit for tonight. The odds were in her favor as she quickly found a pair of heels that would rock her man’s world once he saw them. That inspired her to search for an equally stunning dress, and several stores later, she came across one that made even notoriously-hard-to-impress Bianca’s jaw drop. So that was settled. Next stop was Agent Provocateur. The store was stacked with so many beautiful designs of lingerie, it was tough to choose. With Bianca’s approval, Zainab finally settled on a blood-red, backless lace push-up bra and matching thong. She was highly impressed with the amount of cleavage the bra afforded her and how the color made her skin pop. She looked forward to watching it get torn apart by her boyfriend tonight.

Her predictions were headed in the right direction, as said boyfriend was already drooling before they left their suite for dinner. “Damn, girl. I ain't sure I wanna let you leave this room no more,” Jey drawled, resting his hands on her shapely hips. “You look good enough to eat, baby.”

Laughing as he tugged her backwards right up against his crotch, Zainab didn’t take her eyes off the mirror as she bumped him away with her backside. “Down, boy, before you make me drop my contact lens. This was your idea so we’re going. But who knows?” She locked darkened eyes with him through the round shaped mirror and twerked her ass for his benefit. “If I enjoy myself, I’ll be sure to let you…eat me…later tonight.”

Damn. “We’re gonna have an awesome time tonight, later and afterwards,” he declared loudly and confidently, finishing with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows that made her laugh. Her boyfriend could be so goofy sometimes.

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Dinner was quiet and intimate, and Zainab couldn't help but feel loved up and romantic as her man kept sweeping her off her feet. He was super attentive and she was enjoying the attention and their playful banter. She loved that he topped up her wine glass whenever it emptied, loved that he fed her the last piece of his steak. Being together like this was really nice; thanks to their busy careers, this kind of alone time was a luxury, one neither Jey nor Zainab took for granted.

The walk from the food market to the world famous ferris wheel was thankfully a short one. Zainab beamed as she entered the structure known as Cupid’s Pod and was greeted with rows of red roses and candles decorating the enclosure.

The ride came with a complimentary bottle of Rosé Champagne and a luxury box of Pink Champagne Truffles, set up on the wooden oval bench in the middle of the pod. Jey was right about the views from inside the London Eye. They were unbelievable, overlooking the boats gliding along the River Thames and several high rise buildings. The higher they went, the quieter it became, save for the personalized playlist playing softly in the background. Snuggled up with Jey on the bench, Zainab sipped some more champagne, indulged in some chocolate and basked in the ambience and the safety of her man's arms, which currently were around her waist, the heat of his body pressed against her from behind. His soft lips dispensed tender kisses along the curve of her neck, eliciting a small, welcoming moan from her at his gentle caresses.

“You so damn fine, girl,” he complimented, pressing more kisses to her skin, absorbing her intoxicating scent. “I’m glad you’re in London with me.”

“Thank you, my love. I’m glad I’m here with you too,” she smiled up at him, lazily rubbing his thigh.

“We met on this day two years ago. Do you remember?” he asked.

Zainab sighed dreamily, her eyes closed as she nuzzled her face against his. “Like it was yesterday.”

“Mm-hmm. I also remember your stubborn ass ain’t want nothin’ to do with me.”

“I told you why. I dated a soccer player and a basketball player. They both put me through some shit. Didn’t want to deal with another athlete.”

"Naw, baby girl. None of them dudes was right for you, that's all," Jey stated matter-of-factly, his toothy smirk showing off his silver jeweled grill.

“Ha, ‘course you’d say that.” Their romance was a slow burn, as both were still struggling with recent personal heartbreak when they first met. But their deep attraction to one another was something neither could stop themselves from exploring. When he was still working in the Thunderdome, he would make the trip to Fort Lauderdale to see her after the show every Friday night so they could bond and get to know each other better. They didn't even start sleeping together right away, because they were more interested in learning about each other first. When he resumed traveling, Zainab was sure that she would never hear from him again. But nothing changed. Not a day went by when he didn’t call her; a month did not pass without them meeting up at least once. She had been afraid of falling for him, but it was impossible not to. The man was beautiful, inside and out; not without his flaws and bad habits, but who wasn’t?

At first, she wasn’t sure how long they would last, given his crazy schedule and his history, along with her own bad breakups. But somehow she shelved all those fears and worked with him to strengthen their relationship. The fact that they were now one of the few couples in their circle still going strong to this day, meant they were doing something right.

She studied his features as he took her hands in his. There was a nervous energy about him tonight he'd been trying to conceal, but it only felt more palpable now. “You okay, baby?” she queried.

“Any regrets? Ya know, gettin' with me?” he asked, his voice quiet and shy.

She made a show of thinking about it. “About two or three, maybe,” she shrugged, and burst into laughter at his bombastic side-eye. “I’m just playin’,” she chortled, nudging him playfully. “We’ve had our ups and downs like any other couple, but it’s been incredible. I won't change a thing. You're an amazing boyfriend, Jey.”

“You’re amazing, Z. You’re a special person, and you been so good to me these past couple of years. I love you.” He smiled at her, and she couldn’t help but shiver at the intensity in his eyes.

“I love you too.” The feeling was still so surreal after all this time. Every time he said those words to her, she had to catch her breath. She knew about what he had endured in his past and how long it took for him to open up again. Knowing that he felt this way about her made her heart swell. She had never felt as happy and as loved as she did with him.

The moment stretched with them gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. Zainab raised his hand to her lips and placed a soft kiss across his knuckles. With that same hand, Jey caressed her cheek, down to her jaw, cupping her chin. His thumb softly rubbed across her bottom lip. Boldly, she sucked the tip into her mouth, her heated stare locked on him, and he could not resist replacing his thumb with his lips, feeding her with warm, languid kisses that made her lady bits clench and her toes curl.

Their little make out session was interrupted by the British A.I. woman’s voice announcing that they were at the very top of London. Jey reluctantly released Zainab and helped her to her feet. “The best of all the views is right here, babe. Take a look.” He pointed, gently rotating her and stepping back.

Summoning enough courage to go closer to the railings she’d been avoiding all evening, she cast a cautious glance out at the wondrous skyline before her. “You know what? I think I’m getting used to the height now,” she agreed, turning back around for his rebuttal.

Jey was down on one knee. A little velvet box was open in his hands with a sparkling diamond ring shining out of it.

Zainab burst out laughing and covered her face. “Oh my god you asshole! Are you fuckin’ serious?!”

Jey feigned hurt. “I know your ass ain’t cussin’ me out while I’m about to propose to you, woman,” he exclaimed, watching her walk away with her hands still on her face. He could hear her laughter gradually disintegrate, and when her shoulders began to shake with sobs, his eyes prickled. “Z…Baby, come here, I got somethin’ I wanna ask you,” he called out softly to her.

She was sure she was dreaming. It was a struggle processing this overwhelming surge of happiness, a happiness that only Jey Uso made her feel. She had to sit back down because her legs were shaking. She would definitely fall over and ruin this beautiful moment he'd clearly worked hard to set up. Luckily, Jey was kneeling before her, his hand resting on her thigh while holding up the ring to her. Her tears flowed freely, but he was there to wipe each one away, being there for her as he had been for the last two years.

“Fuck, I had a whole speech planned out and shit,” he whispered, his own voice clogged with emotion, “But now I got nothing, except that I’m so in love with you, baby. You changed my life, and I wanna be with you for the rest of it. Thank you for teaching me how to love again. Zainab Ortega, my queen, my love, will you marry me?”

Tears kept streaming down her cheeks, threatening to ruin her makeup as she stared at the man she loved more than anything in the whole world. She had only one answer. “Of course. Yes, yes I will,” she replied without hesitation, nodding enthusiastically as she watched him slide the stunning diamond ring on her finger. It fit perfectly.

Jey’s head was spinning. He never thought he’d be in this position so soon after Nisha. He thought he would never find love again. The morning Nisha breathed her last breath, he all but lost his will to wrestle, to function, to live. Never did he imagine that just eighteen months later, at a fundraiser to combat the disease that took his wife, he would meet someone else that made his heart flutter again, that caused his skin to sprout goosebumps with just a smile. At first, he felt so guilty and so ashamed of his feelings. But before her passing, Nisha had made him promise to move on, to open his heart again if he ever found the right woman.

So he did. Allowed himself to fall in love one more time. He couldn’t believe he’d found such a beautiful, caring, patient, sexy ass woman like Zainab. Her kind soul, her perennial optimism and her zest for life inspired him to push on with his own. Now, his career was thriving and he was in the best shape of his life. In so many ways, she saved his life. Putting a ring on her finger made all the sense in the world to him. With this, everything between them would become that much more final, much more complete.

Zainab stared down at her finger in complete awe. “It's so pretty! I can’t believe it. This must have been such a difficult step to take, baby,” she said, looking at him.

“At first, it was,” he confessed, wiping the corners of his eyes with the pad of his thumb. “But then I quickly realized how much in love I was with you, and I couldn’t live without you. I got that ring made two months ago, ma. This weekend wasn’t gonna go by without me poppin’ the question. Nisha will always be in my heart, but it’s you and me now, Z.”

She nodded in understanding and pulled him close, pressing her lips against his. “I would be honored to be your wife. I love you so much. Thank you.” She was literally on top of the world. She would never forget this trip to London, ever.

They spent the next ten minutes calling up family and friends to tell them the good news and show off her brand new engagement ring. There were a lot of happy tears and a lot of love. Apparently everyone had been waiting for this day to come. Roman and Jimmy had merely grinned proudly, and just as Zainab suspected, they both knew that this was going down tonight, which was why they’d been so cryptic and secretive at breakfast. Jey and Zainab were so happy to have the support of both their wonderful families.

She couldn’t stop fawning over the sizable diamond glowing on her ring finger. “Baby, this rock is so big.”

“Thought you liked big things,” Jey teased with a light squeeze of her waist, flashing her a knowing wink.

“You know first-hand that I do. Oh my god, Jey…we're getting married!”

“Mm-hmm. I’m so fuckin’ lucky, babe, you have no idea,” he gushed. He cupped the side of her face and bent down to kiss her, gently at first, then harder, leaning into her. Zainab ran her hands up the bulge of his biceps, moaning into his mouth when his tongue lashed against hers and his hand slid over her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“You know, proposing to you wasn’t the only thing I imagined doing in this here pod,” he said.

One look at the heat in his eyes made her understand right away. “No. You wouldn’t.”

“That a dare, baby?” He moved his mouth down to her neck, a small groan rumbling through him as he nipped and licked her skin. It served as the perfect distraction for his hands to slip under her dress and massage the round, ample globes of her backside.

“Babe, people can see us,” Zainab gasped, but melted into his arms anyway, “We’re gonna get in trouble. There’s cameras in here-”

“Fuck the cameras,” Jey dismissed. His penetrating stare shot tremors down her spine. "Do you know how fuckin’ hot you look tonight? Do you know the nasty shit I wanna do to you right now?”

She could already tell with the bulge pressing insistently against her. But she wanted to hear him say it. She couldn't quite think straight anyway. She wouldn't have been able to stop him if her life had depended on it. "Tell me, Daddy," she moaned.

"You drive me crazy when you dress up like this, baby, all sexy and provocative and shit…I seen dem thirsty ass motherfuckers at dinner, starin’ at you, wishing you were theirs...I wanted to bend your fine ass over our table and give you this dick in front of everybody. Let ‘em all know you mine."

“I will always be yours,” she whispered. "Always."

He walked her back to the bench, sitting down and pulling her to sit on him. As always, she fit perfectly on his lap, her ass resting between his muscular thighs. They hugged and kissed, his eager hands all over her body while she rocked back and forth against his hard erection. He took his time maneuvering her dress up to her waist, caressing her thighs the whole way and amplifying her already rabid need for him to be inside her. His fingers dipped beneath the lace edge of her panties, finding her wet and ready for him. He teased gently, lightly stroking her pussy lips, causing her to moan into his mouth. He knew just how to touch her, knew exactly how to make her body react to his every whim.

His hands slipped upwards to rest over her delectable bosom. “This a pretty ass bra, ma. You got it for me?”

“Yes, Daddy. You like it?” she asked. Jey answered her question by freeing her breasts from the confines like he was opening up a present. Her titties were nice and plump and made his mouth water. He eagerly took a nipple in his mouth and sucked while he massaged the other one.

“Baby…” she whimpered, hesitancy thick in her voice.

“Z…” he growled, his lips giving her nipple a quick, audibly wet tug that momentarily short-circuited her brain, “Unless you tellin’ me to fuck you harder, ion wanna hear it.”

His mouth covered hers before she could speak again, and this time she completely surrendered to him, allowing his tongue to slide in and wrestle with hers to a no-contest. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants to get access to him. As she pulled him out of his briefs and dragged her palm up and down the hard, smooth length of his cock, she gasped as he immediately tugged her new lace panties to the side and lowered her down onto him. The stretch was incredible, and they both moaned. She looked at her new fiancé, who sported a sexy smirk on his lips, watching her mouth fall open as she sat all the way down on his long, hard dick. They’d had sex many, many times together, but each time something new was awakened in her, even more so now as it occurred to her that anyone in the surrounding capsules could take a close look through the darkness and see what was happening. Her heart pounded in her chest in anticipation. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but she wasn’t going to stop it.

She moved on top of him, moaning as his dick twitched inside her, welcomed by her warm depths. He grabbed her breasts again, kneading them expertly, which made her bite her bottom lip harder than intended. When he pinched her nipples, her back arched and her head hung back. His long fingers then met her waist as he leaned in to suckle her throat and smell her, basking in the pleasure and feral desperation in her voice. Her thighs locked around his hips, giving her a little leverage to lift herself up and down on him with ease. She was dripping but still so tight around him thanks to how endowed he was.

“Damn, baby…keep ridin’ me like this and you gon’ be a mama in nine months,” Jey choked out, his eyes rolling back as she kept grinding herself on him, squeezing her walls snugly around his cock. “Imma give you all the babies, fuck, you feel so good…”

He already put a ring on it. Babies were the next step, surely. The thought of conceiving his child on the night of their wildest sexcapade yet, aroused her to no end. “Hmm, then breed me, Daddy,” Zainab groaned. Threading her fingers through his hair, she gave him a kiss so passionate that he moaned into her mouth, he then forced her to do the same when he smacked her ass, the sharp sting zipping down to her loins. The bench was not comfortable, but they were so into it, and the ambience was so romantic and sexy, that neither of them cared.

“Unnnhhh god, baby,” she whined with her lips parted over his own, tasting his heavy breaths, “Shit, you feel so good inside me.”

"I can see that, you creamin’ all over me,” Jey looked down at her gyrating hips with a smirk. Her creamy mess had visibly smeared his exposed gray-colored briefs. “You love this dick, don't you, baby?" he taunted, flicking his tongue over her lips.

“Yes Daddy.”

“I know you do. Fuck me, beautiful, bounce on this dick.” His moans had dissolved to primal growls now, mingling with the soft music and the wet, slapping sounds of their lovemaking. She pushed him down flat on his back, and the surprise on his handsome features evaporated when she began riding him harder, taking his dick deeper inside her with each drop down, with each salacious roll of her backside. Her moans mingled with his groans as he started to bounce her himself, his hands clutching the meat of her hips, moving her more vigorously up and down. His pouty lips were parted and gasping in stereo with hers as he made her fuck him, that big dick meeting the sweetest of her spots.

“Shit, Daddy, that dick in me!” she groaned. The atmosphere was so incredibly hot, she buried her face in his neck, moaning her pleasure as she felt herself start to tingle and throb. "Oh, fuck, Jey, I'm gonna come,” she breathed heavily, her voice vanishing into thin air as she bounced harder and faster on his dick, hunting down that potent high. She nearly lost her balance as it seized her, a glorious cascade of orgasm, her thighs quivering and skin humming as the explosion eviscerated her senses.

She felt him sit back upright and rise to his feet with her still in his arms, his mouth moving against hers with more purpose than usual. It wasn’t until she felt something cool and hard pressing against her bare back that she finally broke the kiss out of curiosity. Looking behind her, her heart stopped cold inside her chest.

Jey had pressed her directly against the clear glass wall of the capsule, with nothing below her but the twinkling lights of London. Zainab screamed and squirmed against his body, her head spinning with both fear and the remnants of her orgasm as she struggled to get away from the glass.

"Jesus! Fuck, Jey, what…"

"Hey, hey, shhh," he whispered, keeping a careful hold around her trembling frame. His lips swept tenderly over her jawline as he tried to keep her calm. She was shaking, her arms and legs gripping him with the strength of a boa constrictor. "Breathe for me, Zainab. Look at me. Look at me."

She twisted her face away from the view, her pretty eyes wide and frightened.

“I-I-I…”

“Calm down for me baby. Relax.” His mouth brushed along her throat, doing his part to quell her nerves. Her squirms subsided, but only a little. He could tell she still wanted to get away, but he kept her body firmly secured between himself and the glass. “Do you trust me?”

Right now, on the cusp of grave danger, she wasn’t so sure she did. “Yeah,” she finally ground out.

“Then you know I’ll never let anything happen to you. I gotchu.”

His kiss was gentle but insistent and full of reassurance. She felt his hand sneak along her hip, then the sharp tug of her panties pressing into her skin, and a tearing sound and the flimsy material falling away. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him tuck the ruined undergarment into his back pocket. Keeping his body flush against hers, he molded her bare ass cheeks in his hands, grinding against her for a few seconds before sliding his dick back home. She clenched around his girth immediately, greedily, and Jey groaned softly as he worked himself into her with slow, winding circles that touched every single sweet spot her pussy possessed. He was a tight fit, always was. It felt so good that she couldn’t stop the moans that spilled from her lips.

“You like that, huh? Daddy’s gotchu,” he said, repeating the action again and again. He stared with wonder in his eyes at his love, the most wonderful woman in the world. “You so beautiful, baby. I love you so much.” Placing another gentle, calming kiss on her lips, he increased his pace. Zainab did what she could to block out the very real threat of the deathly drop behind her and focus on her fiancé now pounding into her. The sound of his body meeting hers was almost deafening in the exposed enclosure.

“Damn, Z, you soppin’ wet. I knew you’d like this shit. Love this pussy so much.” His expression was one of lust-filled triumph as he studied her face, the parting of her lips panting for him, goading him to angle his hips and fuck her harder and deeper, bottoming her out. “This turnin’ you on, huh, your ass and titties out, all of London watching you take my big dick…”

With another whimpering moan, her head rocked back against the glass as she felt her climax creep closer again. Her eyes fluttered shut as her nerves settled and more erogenous sensations took over. Her legs tensed around his waist as she rotated her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, each one pressing her ass deeper against the glass, making her wetter and wetter and bringing her closer to succumbing to that euphoric feeling that only her man, now her betrothed, could give her. Her breath was stolen from her as his dick continued to toy with her g-spot, his grunts and gasps warming her neck, her pussy walls quivering and rippling around his girth in reaction. “Fuck, Jey, right there…Mmm fuck, you ‘boutta make me come again!”

Holding his girl in place with his big strong hands, Jey intensified his strokes, his gruff voice grunting with the effort. "You fuckin’ right, baby, gimme that nut,” he mumbled, himself starting to unravel from the near-crippling pleasure. “Give it to me cuz it’s mine. Drain your pussy all over my dick."

Zainab hugged him even tighter, her nails digging through his shirt and into his back as her moans devolved to whimpers, and the faster he thrust into her, the further their bodies seemed to plunge from the same dizzying heights as the capsule they were in. She cried out as her release tore her apart, her walls suffocating his cock. Jey was right behind her, his guttural groan at the pulse of her throat, his dick lodged in the back of her pussy as he came just as hard for her. Desperately, she clenched around him, taking it all, milking him for everything he had as the world seemingly collapsed around them.

Seconds later, the A.I. woman’s voice popped up again to announce that the ride was descending in ten minutes. Jey leaned in for a breathless kiss as he pulled out of her and finally edged her away from the glass. She clung to him as he carried her back to the bench. He pulled wet wipes seemingly out of nowhere and cleaned her up, sharing more kisses with her while helping each other redress.

“You good?” he asked, smoothing her hair back into place and drawing her legs onto his lap.

Zainab nodded, biting her lip as the last of her climax rippled between her squeezed thighs. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“You loved it though,” he said, his deep voice seductively low as he stroked her thigh. “Don’t lie to Daddy now. I could tell you loved every second, you got so wet for me, babe...”

There was so much amusement and cockiness and love in his eyes. All for her. “You always make me wet, Daddy,” she admitted, glancing back at the sheet of glass she’d been trapped against just moments ago. She had to give him his props for his highly unique sense of adventure. “You think we’ll still be this lit after we’re married?” she questioned.

“Ay, as long as we work on it, together, like we been doin’, and we don’t let none of that outside noise creep in…we’ll be good. That’s what I want for us, Z.”

She liked that answer a lot. It was what she wanted, too. “I made you a promise earlier that if I enjoyed myself, you can eat me when we get back. My offer still stands,” she noted, batting her long lashes at him.

Jey smiled like the cat who got the cream. Literally. Picking out a truffle from the box, he popped it into his mouth and licked up the morsel that stained his finger.

“Mmm. I bet this goes great with pussy,” he commented with a sly smirk.

Fuck. Zainab’s throat went dry and her body instantly flooded with heat, despite having been thoroughly fucked just minutes ago. “You might be right,” she uttered back.

The capsule finally came to a safe stop on the ground, bringing the ride to an end. Jey and Zainab settled for a few more chocolatey smooches as the pod's doors opened. Expecting to be confronted about their antics by someone in authority, they were relieved when no one approached. The newly-engaged couple walked out hand in hand with big dreamy smiles on their faces, eager to retreat to their far more private hotel suite to continue their raunchy celebrations.

They took the box of chocolates with them…for research purposes, of course.

THE END

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one of your girls 🫀

Ve’s note - angst ! hyunjin x gn!reader drabble . hyunjin is very down bad . toxic themes . this has been sitting in my drafts for two months now . slightly proofread bc im a lil drunk . enjoy !! <3

2 am and of course hyunjin was up waiting for your call . he knew you were up because you had just posted on your story … albeit with another man …but that had nothing to do with him . because at the end of the night it’s hyunjin who would get to take you to bed . every saturday night , like clockwork , you hit him up . saying how much you needed him , how much you loved him . no matter how true your words were , to hyunjin they were religion . it didn’t matter that he was one of many . as long as he was on the roster that’s all the mattered . he didn’t even have to be number one . although sometimes …..

yeah sometimes hyunjin wished you guys were exclusive . it’s would be nice to wake up sunday morning to find you hadn’t disappeared . he would like be able to see you in the light of day , how the sun would reflect off your skin . whether you brushed your teeth before or after breakfast . he wanted to know all about you beyond the little slivers you sometimes showed him . he wished he was allowed to show you off . he tried to ask you out once . a simple dinner . no pressure . an offer you immediately turned down . shattering hyunjin . but hey at least you could still fuck .

3am and hyunjin watched as his phone lit up . your contact name appearing in front of him .

i know you’re up

can i come over ?

i need you

please

i’m heading up

he couldn’t help the smile that bloomed across his face . you needed him ? he was the one you chose in your lineup of lovers . his heart flipped in joy . he had ti be his favorite right ? you would said that to just anyone . he was special . he was yours . even if you weren’t his . and that was good enough for him . the key to his heart hung off your keychain . taking a piece of him with you wherever you go .

hyunjin quickly got up . pushing his sketchbook full of you off his bed . he checked himself in the mirror . you would be here any second . he had to look his best . running a finger through his head he nearly jumped out his skin when he heard you unlock the door to his apartment and come in . no hi’s were exchanged between you two as you pulled him into your lips . he let you tug him back to the bed . falling on top of you as you looked up at him with a smile . yeah . he was definitely your favorite .

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maximotts · 1 year

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𝙻𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛: 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

a/n: anddd we're back! I'm loving how this series is going so far and with this chapter posted, we're halfway through unless I decide to add a chapter or two, we'll see. Anyways, welcome to the Beginnings of Smutty Content for smol babie Wanda

✎— priest’s daughter!Wanda x college student!reader ✎— confessions AU; in which Wanda ponders over her growing feelings for you, tries her hardest to deal with them and, when asked out to a date night at the local Fall Festival, she tests out Agatha's advice ✎— warnings: this is an 18+ series, minors DNI; fluff, smut; morning after deep thoughts, brief-ish make outs, a lot of kisses bc Wanda said so; masturbation; ice cream debauchery; thigh kisses and our favorite soft, flustered Wands

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It was almost noon when you woke up the next morning, groggy and disoriented. As your brain caught up with your body, you registered warmth under your cheek, a gentle hand lazily stroking your hair; Wanda. The gentle rise and fall of her stomach could’ve lulled you back to sleep, might have too, if a traitorous yawn hadn’t given you away. “Look who’s awake.”

You turned over with a groan, hiding your face in Wanda as she giggled at your display. “You could’ve woken me up if you weren’t sleeping.”

Wanda pretended to think it over, not once planning on giving away that she’d be a fool to pass up the chance to commit the sight of you peacefully asleep on top of her to memory. “You needed your rest.”

Quiet moments like these happened to be Wanda’s favorites; where anything was possible and she could pretend that when you finally did awaken, she’d smother you in kisses and the two of you could roll around in bed for a lazy Sunday morning together. Where eventually, when she somehow pries you off of her, she’d stroll to the kitchen on shaky legs and make the apple cinnamon pancakes she remembered you telling her your mother used to make you as a child; the breakfast you missed most. And after a quick shower, you, not wanting to be anywhere else in the world, would sit at her small IKEA kitchen table and tell her all about your alcohol induced dreams.

All of that was possible until you woke up and you, the real you, sat up and stretched with an even louder yawn, casually reaching over her to grab the glass of water she knew last night you’d need right this minute. You drained the cup’s contents in one long gulp, setting it back on the nightstand before perching on the edge of the bed, one leg folded under you while the other dangled.

Wanda wished she could be the type to coax you back to bed, insist you sleep more and if not that, at least lay with her a little while longer, but the words sounded silly in her head and your imagined rejection stung her heart enough not to chance it.

You regarded her properly after a few slow blinks, taking in the sight of Wanda still half propped against her pillows, blankets now askew after you got up and tossed them aside. She looked smaller now, nestled amongst her plush bedding and looking up at you expectantly. The previous night’s events came back to you in a flash; the party, the game, the kiss that ended it, and the other that started something new. You cast a risky glance downwards, spotted perfectly patterned silk shorts and wondered whether the night’s hours alleviated any of that ache Wanda had tried subtly rubbing away with her legs as you fell asleep. Instead when you opened your mouth, a completely different line of questioning came out. “I shouldn’t be surprised you wear matching pajama shorts to bed.”

She knew you didn’t mean anything by it, but you were also blissfully unaware of the skimpier white one-piece she’d originally planned on luring you to bed with. The further away it got, the more Wanda wanted to hit herself for thinking she could ever stage such an after-party for you, on your first night out together no less. “I like to match! I shouldn’t be surprised you wear your street clothes to bed.”

Wanda was referring to your wrinkled t-shirt, the outstretched fabric and your underwear being your chosen sleepwear. Typically you did only wear a shirt, some old things you’d retired from your wardrobe and relegated to being strictly house wear until you officially wore it to shreds, “Well I didn’t have much choice, did I? You’re the one who asked me to stay, or would you rather I sleep naked?”

Laughter erupted from deep in your belly when the brunette’s jaw went slack, eyes wide as saucers, “You know that’s not what I meant! I don’t care what you wear!”

“Hey, your bed, your rules, princess. Just let me know for next time.” Next time, you’d said with a suggestive wink; if Wanda wasn’t already stunned into silence would surely send her rambling on.

Beside her earlier fantasies, she hadn’t factored in clothing, much less the absence of it. That train of thought sent her spiraling; she could see your legs in their entirety, goose pimpled from the cold air, but devilishly soft looking, but she was more curious to what lay under where you were covered— what you felt like, where you were most sensitive, if anywhere else made you shudder like Wanda discovered you did whenever she trailed her short nails over the nape of your neck.

“Think any harder and steam will come out of your ears,” you chuckled, getting up to uncover wherever you’d tossed your jeans. Messing with Wanda never failed to be an impeccably funny start to your day, but here, now, you had to put a stop to it. If you continued, you worried Wanda really would blow a gasket or worse, you’d push her so hard you’d break. “Don’t worry, I’m going off to go shower. I’ll leave you alone in a minute.”

Curious as Wanda was, you were exponentially so, wanting to snatch her up and take her and discover every place that made her tick. But Wanda was still drowsy, evident in the tiny yawns she hid behind her hands and how her head lolled against the headboard once she’d calmed herself down, and you needed her wide awake for everything you wanted.

So, admittedly, you were a little shocked to turn around after slipping on your shoes to find Wanda not only sitting fully upright, but with a very obvious forlorn look across her features. “You’re leaving?”

You shrugged, so casually her frown only deepened, “I know you like to clean on Sundays, don’t want to be in your way.” Not the real reason, but true enough to be believable. Wanda was notorious for her Sunday cleaning, preferring to start her week out as organized as possible. You told yourself to stop, not to tease her anymore, but she looked so akin to a kicked puppy you couldn’t help it, “What’s wrong, miss me already?”

Maybe she hadn’t fully coped with the loss of her fantasy day, or she’d lost her patience altogether, but whatever it was, Wanda wanted to cry. Again. She hated it, despised that instinctive response, and wanted to do anything to deflect that energy. So she picked up an unused pillow and launched it. The fluffy object flew at your face before you could catch it, smacking you with a dull thud. “Not with that attitude, I don’t.”

Her outburst gave Wanda enough time to wipe her eyes, ensuring there weren’t any tears that couldn’t be passed off as sleepiness; by the time your vision returned, she was sitting with her arms folded defiantly over her chest, pointedly avoiding having to look at you. Wanda was strangely huffy, but instead of catching her genuine disappointment, you wrote it off as morning crankiness and tossed the pillow back to her side. “Just for that, you’ve forfeit your goodbye kiss.”

You were joking really, having not even thought about giving her another kiss because she’d had yet to mention the others, but Wanda didn’t know that. She shot up in an instant, shuffling over to where you stood at the end of her bed and flinging her arms around you in an apologetic hug. “No wait, I’m sorry! I don’t know what came over me I just-”

One gentle finger pressed against Wanda’s mouth, silencing her until all she could do was gaze up at you with pleading eyes from where she’d planted her chin on your chest. “You don’t want a kiss right now anyways, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

Wanda shook her head, brushing off your excuse, “Neither have I…” If you were going to leave, she wouldn’t let you without the one thing she knew she could have. She’d make peace with her boring Sunday cleaning alone in her apartment, the lack of you, all of it, if she could face the day freshly kissed.

“Just one. We’ll make it quick,” You couldn’t deny her, not when you felt envious of her own teeth, biting down on her pink lower lip like you’d briefly done last night. Your thumb pried the flesh away from her grip, promptly replacing it with your mouth. It was meant to be a simple peck, short and sweet, but when the tip of your tongue accidentally brushed Wanda, she gasped— a tiny, quiet thing that sucked you right in.

Wanda parted her lips as you nudged against them once more, let the rough surface of your tongue slide over the straight row of her teeth and surrendered herself to whatever this new blissful feeling was. She could taste the last bits of alcohol on you, much less than the times previous, and having fully sobered up, your lead was more sure, more insistent, and it made Wanda’s legs tremble.

Somewhere in your embrace, the brunette’s arms fell from around your midsection and you pulled away, allowing you both air and her to fall back to her seated position. She touched her fingers to her lips, tried to ignore the tingling in her core that begged her to press just a little bit harder into the mattress for the friction it so desperately craved.

You had to leave Wanda there, her wildly lost expression too much for you to handle. “Text me when you’re free, princess.” You ruffled her already messy hair before leaving, the action coming across way too platonic for the intensity you’d just shared.

She heard her apartment door click, signaling she really was alone, and she planned to get up, honestly. But as her legs parted to move, a thick fold of her comforter dragged over her clothed center and Wanda couldn’t talk herself out of doing it again.. and again… and again until the lace underwear she’d picked to hopefully show off to you when she got home were thoroughly soaked.

It was all too easy to sink back into her fantasy land, the one where you hadn’t left, deciding instead to stay and waste the last half of your weekend kissing her instead. Eyes screwed shut, she imagined it was your bare leg she mounted instead, offering your thigh up to her as long as she let you have your way with her mouth. It was slightly uncomfortable, damp fabric pulled taut against her, but shaky fingers came to tug them to the side, pretending they were yours as her fingertips momentarily played with her clit before she forced her hips down swiftly.

Wanda didn’t know what you’d say, if you’d say anything during her frenzied display, but she hoped you did; something less practiced than the videos she’d seen. You’re so gorgeous all worked up for me, princess, a name you’d called her before and each time her heart latched onto you a fraction more, I want to see you cum now, will you do that for me?

She nodded her head as if you were still right there with her, mouth falling open as she rut her bare cunt over her comforter at just the right angle. If she focused enough Wanda could see your sly grin, that look you gave when you knew you’d gotten her right where you wanted, pretended her fists were balled tight into your shirt instead of her wrinkled sheets, “Yes, yes… I’ll do it! I-I’m gonna…!”

Wanda came with a whimper, weakly jerking her hips until she could no longer hold herself upright and fell forward. Dull aftershocks pulsed pleasantly through her body, but her pussy clenched around nothing, begging for something more Wanda never worked up the confidence to give it. The shame she felt having ruined not only her new undergarments, but also her shorts and sheets, laying limply in the cooling wet spot she’d made in her dalliance, was more than enough to leave her cheeks burning hot and she let out a loud, dramatic groan into her pillow.

Luckily, it was already laundry day.

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That evening, once Wanda showered the last of yesterday’s events away, washed her dirty clothes, and carefully remade her bed with new sheets, she flopped down on her couch in exhaustion. She pondered texting you, but the mere thought made her brain fly back to earlier activities and she wasn’t quite ready to face you yet. Instead she pressed Agatha’s name, thumbs hovering over the keypad as she tried to figure out how to even start the conversation she wanted to have.

So we kissed… three times…

The text barely read as delivered before Wanda’s phone buzzed, Agatha clearly having been on her device already, Three times where?

She fought the urge to toss her phone as she read the message punctuated with a suggestive emoji. Of course Agatha would think the worst. On the mouth, obviously! We’ve only been out once!

Once is more than enough, even nuns like you have to know thatWhat happened?

Wanda detailed the last twenty-four hours as positively as possible, leaving out the game context for what was technically your first shared kiss. She smiled as she recalled your little bedroom fall, your sleepy scramble to rejoin her; maybe she’d be willing to face another party in the future if it meant spending the night with you.

She stayed over and she didn’t try anything? Did you scare her off or something? Wanda sunk deeper into the couch, having convinced herself your restraint was more because you were drunk than her putting you off. But she was well aware you’ve slept with Carol before, much more intoxicated than last night and haven’t spent even half the time together she had with you; it wasn’t the setting or the timing that was the problem. As her thoughts wandered again, Wanda hoped she wasn’t the issue.

Unfortunate turn of conversation aside, it gave Wanda the perfect opening she needed to talk about what she texted her friend about in the first place. I don’t know how to tell her I’m interested in her in.. that way…how we talked about? But I don’t want her to think I’m too forward.

So what if she thinks you’re a bit of a slut, that’s hot!

Aggie! Be serious!

Even as Agatha assured her that she would never joke about something as serious as someone’s awakening, Wanda groaned; maybe she should’ve texted Natasha… she’d tell her roommate anyways. Just tell me what to do.

Take the opportunity when it comes and when it does, go with it.

The advice was easier said than done, Wanda first needing to know what an opportunity looks like to even have a hope of seizing it. Trading her phone for a pillow, she dropped the plush object over her head, squishing it to her face just enough to muffle the anguished sigh she couldn’t hold in one second longer.

The two of you were… terribly normal after that weekend. Still inseparable in your classes, you continued to come over in your free time, flirted with her until she shook— now though, Wanda quickly grew addicted to your kisses. Never as intense as Sunday morning, but whenever there was a quiet moment, walking behind a building or before you went back to your respective rooms, if she tugged at your hand and waited, you’d give her what she was after. Anyone else, you’d call them childish or brush the behavior off after a while, but each time you felt that shy pull on your sweater, you melted. You were falling for her so fast, so hard; if you ever crashed, it’d hurt like a drop from a skyscraper.

It was always private though, Wanda treating each touch or smooch as illegal levels of scandal. You tried not to think about it too much; she wasn’t ashamed of you, just introverted. When you tried to think of a time where you’d been so intent on secrecy, you were thrown back to your first girlfriend; everything was so special that you’d been obsessively possessive with keeping those butterflies between you and your partner, where no one could ruin them. Considering Wanda and what she’s been through, you couldn’t blame her for hoarding her joy. Besides, there’s something undeniably hot about sneaking around.

Nonetheless, however much time you spent with her, you always wanted more. Maybe that was your own greed amidst Wanda’s; as long as she’d have you, you’d keep her. “So Wands,” you whispered to get her attention, not wanting to scare her or disrupt your professor’s impassioned monologue on the global impacts of the evolution of the written world, “do you have any plans this evening?”

Wanda looked up from her detailed notes long enough to let you know she was listening, her pen still writing, “You know I don’t.”

“I’m just checking!” You nudged her gently, winding your arms around her until your head rested on her shoulder. “Since you’re not busy, would you be up for checking out the fall festival with me?”

Wanda stopped writing then, turning to you again as your lips kissed her shoulder. You were looking at her in that peculiar way again, where your eyes got so wide they started to shine, the barest hint of a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of your mouth; she doubted you knew how often you gave yourself away like that. “Is this a date? Do I need to dress up?”

“Yes to the date, no to dressing up.” Last weekend, she’d gone so far out of her comfort zone for you; now you wanted to take her somewhere she could hopefully relax and have a more familiar type of fun. Wanda mentioned in passing her dad used to bring her and Pietro to the fair nearly every year and while she hadn’t outright said she wanted to go, you were sure she’d want to go.

“Hm..” When Wanda returned to her notetaking, you figured she was just thinking it over, but she didn’t write anything, held her pen too tight, and chancing another glance at her face, her teeth worried her bottom lip how she did whenever she fell too deep in her head. A few days after Carol’s comment, Wanda dressed differently; it started with her party outfit, black and fitted, and while she’d gone back to her patterns, her dresses now were shorter, thinner. Today’s choice was a dark pink slip dress, adorable but modern, and while you wouldn’t complain or tell her what to wear, her pointed refusal to bring her favorite cardigan to classes made you wonder if Wanda felt like she had to make a change.

You thumbed over the curve of her hip, pulling her close enough to nuzzle into her neck. It was the furthest she’d let you go in class without pushing you away; as long as you could reassure her somehow. “Wear exactly what you are right now. I’m just excited to take you out, silly.”

“You look very pretty today, sunshine.” Wanda sighed long and deep, relaxing her shoulders and trying to absorb your reassurance. She loved the fair, missed not going the past couple of years, and she knew she was bound to have a good time if you were there; her nerves just wanted to eat her alive. “I’ll win you something soft and get you all the fair food you want?”

“It’s really not smart to keep offering me things before I’ve even said no.” She turned quickly, pressing a small peck to your warm forehead before scribbling away yet again, “Now I’ll make you win me the biggest teddy we can find.”

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The fair was pretty much how Wanda remembered it, same layout, same variety of vendors, same rigged carnival games. You were happy to let her show you around, not that this small county fair was anything innovative, but Wanda was so thrilled to point out her favorite booths, it was only polite to let her guide the way.

True to your word, after a dozen tries you’d conquered the bean bag toss, winning the brunette a pink bunny rabbit who she immediately dubbed Carrot. You’d paid for that thing at least twice over by the time you won, but Wanda snuggled it so lovingly, cooed over the object so sweetly… money well spent. “He’s going to sit right on my bed all the time so I can remember your perseverance!”

“Oh I’m honored, a coveted bed post for my little thing!” Your gasp was way too dramatic, a few people close by turning their heads to find the source of the sound. Wanda swatted at your arm before pulling you along, but you stopped her as soon as you felt her chilly hand in yours. “Are you cold?”

Wanda shrugged, taking her hand back to fold her arms over her chest as a gust of wind blew by. “A little, but…well…”

“You didn’t bring a jacket.” Wanda’s sweater rejection strangely carried into your date and the further into the afternoon it got, the worse of a choice today’s dress was. Usually she’d pull on a sweatshirt as soon as she settled into her apartment or you could persuade her to bring an outer layer if it wasn’t during school, but tonight she’d insisted three times not to worry about her. “I’m starting to think you’ve stopped wearing sweaters just to steal my jackets.”

“Would you be mad if I did?” A playful grin grew on Wanda’s expression, teeth biting her lower lip as she waited for you to give in. If there was one thing she loved more than her own collection of thick cotton knits, it was your hoodies. None of them braced against the cold as much as hers, but the embedded smell of you kept Wanda plenty warm.

You sighed and shed your jacket, momentarily taking Carrot from Wanda’s arms before helping her into the sleeves. It was a little too big for her small frame, extra material slouching over her shoulders and to her wrists, and as she took her precious stuffed animal back, snuggling it to her chest, your heart leapt. “Not when you look as good as you do in them.”

Wanda didn’t know where to go with the compliment, still painfully lost on how to reciprocate such a comment, but she knew she didn’t want you to spot her blushing from something so small. In a panic, Wanda spun around, darting to the nearest stall and practically leaving you in the dust. “Come on, I want ice cream!”

“Are you sure you want something that’s gonna make you colder right now?” You went after her of course, catching up only when she paused to take a spot in line. Wanda really could run fast when she wanted to.

She nodded, pretending to study the menu that only gave her three different choices of soft serve, “You promised all the fair food I wanted. Right now, it’s ice cream.”

Once she’d gotten it, she only took a few licks, taking much more interest in walking and talking with you than eating. You noticed and, figuring she might be the type that prefers to sit and eat rather than realizing her diversion for what it was, found a set of hay bales just off the beaten path of fair traffic.

Wanda didn’t mind, let you help her onto the middle row of the haystack and tried not to visibly stiffen when you sat below her… between her legs. It’s just a convenient place to sit, she tried reasoning, willing herself to focus on anything besides the warmth of your back on the inside of her calf. Lost in thought, she missed the small drip of ice cream over her fingers until it fell onto her knee, “Great…I forgot napkins.”

Without thinking, you ducked down and licked the melted mess, your tongue making quick work of where she’d spilled it. You should’ve been even a bit more ashamed for the forward action, but in your head it was harmless. An easy and helpful fix for a lack of napkins, was all. “Finish your ice cream quickly, Wands. You’ll make a mess.”

The brunette was stunned at how casually you’d licked her, having gone straight back to mindlessly scrolling your phone without a care in the world. Meanwhile a thin coat of your saliva cooled on her leg, prickling at her skin and daring her to wonder what that same action would feel like elsewhere on her body. You weren’t paying her any extra attention, giving Wanda ample chance to run through her options: act outraged and warn you not to do it again, something that was so big of a lie Wanda wasn’t sure she could believably play it off, or allow herself a stint of not so innocent curiosity.

Her hand tipped before she’d rationalized it any further, a larger drop above her knee this time. Wanda needed to see if you’d do it again; what she would feel if you did it again. “I’m trying, but it’s cold..”

Her whine from above caught your attention, turning around to see Wanda’s once again sticky leg and sighing. “You’ll ruin your dress and then I won’t hear the end of it-” You licked it off, forcing away your suggestive thoughts… until you looked up. Her face gave her away instantly, cheeks pink and eyes alert; she did it on purpose.

The current position wasn’t wasted on you, perched perfectly in between her legs, just above eye level to her bottom half. To what extent Wanda caught on, you didn’t know, but you’d be a fool not to at least try, “Careful…” You shifted enough to place both hands on her legs, sliding the hem of her dress a few inches up as a small test of her comfort. If she pushed you away, you wouldn’t have been surprised, the public setting making this all more scandalous than you ever thought Wanda would agree to.

But she didn’t move a muscle, not one utterance of protest; Wanda kept her eyes locked on you. The hay bales were faced away from any crowds, far enough that nobody walked directly past you; if someone knew the back of Wanda’s head they could spot her, but whatever lust clouded her brain, that was enough security for now. Another set of drops fell, purposeful now that you both were on the same page. Wordlessly, she watched as your tongue made another appearance, licking away her self-made mess.

Each time she spilled the cold treat, you lapped it up with a slow sweep, lingering longer the higher you got. Wanda doubted you noticed you’d begun a series of low groans, fully leant over as you kissed each area you cleaned. Everything she knew taught her to be ashamed of both of your behaviors, overtly passionate and so very inappropriate, but honestly it only turned Wanda on more. If she had to be penitent for the rest of her life over this, so be it.

You had none of the same moral dilemma Wanda had, more than willing to play this little game all night. You’d yet to speak aloud how much her legs lived in your head, every sighting of them driving you just that little bit further into the depths of your growing need for the girl now leaning back to let ice cream fall higher. When you’d slept on her, you’d done so with thoughts running wild of how to touch them again, how sensitive she’d be if she allowed you even five minutes to focus on her impossibly smooth skin; never in your wildest dreams did you think Wanda would offer herself up like she was now.

At mid thigh, she was visibly twitching, either from damp skin exposed to the cold, arousal, or a combination of the two. “You just had to go and get yourself all wet and sticky?” Her ice cream trick, yes, but as you spoke, your eyes were trained under Wanda’s hitched dress, the barest hint of her underwear visible in the dim light of dusk. It was torture to only just be able to see her, restraining your urge to dive closer and confirm what you’d bet money on was a dark spot on the white cotton fabric.

Wanda was breathing so heavily her chest heaved, both mortified and flattered by your shameless ogling. She nearly snapped her legs shut, instinct screaming to hide and deny the effect you had on her; a louder voice remembered Agatha’s go with it advice and she had to admit, this proved a lot more fun. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I swear…”

It was a fake apology, accented with the largest spill yet, a heavy glob of her near fully melted dessert landing on her inner thigh… right next to where you were already staring. Countless times she’s asked for kisses; same principle, different area. “First my jacket and then wasting my money on something you had no intention of eating properly, what a naughty girl you’ve been.”

She thought sure her eyes would roll back into her head as you cleaned her up again, your tongue making slow, languid strokes Wanda vowed to commit to memory. When the last of the chill was gone, Wanda assumed you’d pull away, but if you had to give something up today, you’d grant yourself the reward of adding your own piece to her game. Lips making noises Wanda would only ever describe as obscene, you sucked a hickey into the sensitive skin of her thigh; a not-so-gentle reminder of what you could do should the other girl let you.

When you backed up, it was to sit straight on your knees, hands glued to Wanda’s hips where you still had her dress pinned. She looked terribly disheveled, poor thing, free hand clutching her stuffed rabbit for dear life while her mouth hung open far enough to let you know she was seconds away from outright panting. “Think you’ll bring napkins next time or will you let me lick you clean forever?”

It was those devious circles your thumbs rubbed into the join of her hips that did her in, so close to where she was scared she was now dripping, an unexpected shudder forcing Wanda to drop the entire cone, the sugary mixture splattering across her dress and your jacket. “Oh! I promise I didn’t want to do that!”

You remained unfazed, one track mind set on kissing lips bit so hard they’re now slightly swollen. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” And you were so close too, less than an inch from the trembling girl in front of you— Carol calling your name was the one thing that ruined it all.

It took you a moment to register you were on the ground, Wanda having shoved you back as hard as she could the instant she heard. You watched from below as she righted her dress, your ass stinging from the heavy fall while Wanda tried looking as normal as possible. She turned to see Carol approaching with barely contained laughter, having witnessed Wanda knocking you off balance. The blonde only wanted to ruin your moment, she had no idea her classmate would actually push you; that just made it all the more funny. “Might be pushing your luck after that one kiss, buddy. Think that was it for a lifetime!”

Wanda shot you an apologetic look as Carol passed, the shock and confusion on your face darkening her mood further. “I’m so sorry. It’s just, I heard her and panicked and I…” She wasn’t ashamed to be with you, not in the slightest; she was forever in awe of you being so willing to be seen with her. Maybe not for much longer, if she kept up her habit of sneaking around and shoving you off, “What if she tells? Oh god, it’ll be awful-”

“I’m fine, don’t worry. I get it.” You cut her off before she could spiral out of control, jumping up a little too fast for how much your back hurt and brushing the dust off your pants. Truthfully, you didn’t get it, you’d never had to experience anywhere near what Wanda grew up with, couldn’t imagine the lasting impact that might have on someone. Reminding yourself to be patient was hard but doable, picking up Wanda’s stuffed rabbit and placing it into her shaking hands at the same time you pressed a comforting kiss to the crown of her head. “We should get you home anyways, it’s getting late.”

The sun was nearly completely gone now, far off on the horizon, a deep purple sky replacing its bright light. Wanda wanted to ask you to stay, to try again and see if she could revive the moment she and Carol broke, but large globs of ice cream were soaking into her dress, splattered from when she’d dropped her cone and darkening the pink color; both she and her outfit needed a wash. “Yeah, okay. I’m sorry…”

“I didn’t ask you to apologize.” Wanda took your hand when you offered it, let you zip up your hoodie around her to somewhat cover the large stain; no matter how lighthearted your tone was, she couldn’t shake the embarrassment scratching at her, filling her head with now way too familiar thoughts of how stupid she’d been.

You kept your arm around her the whole way to your car, constantly checking over to see if her slumped posture and shy mood improved; it didn’t. Every day you spent around Wanda, each time the two of you danced a little closer, your need for her grew. It was harder and harder not to just take her, especially when she came out of her bathroom freshly showered, shuffling over to her bed in yet another too sweet set of pajamas.

She cuddled up to you wordlessly, choosing not to comment on how presumptively you’d settled into her bed because this time, it fit her needs. Natasha taught her the subtler way of flirting, close contact, small touches, things felt rather than seen. But even after wrapping her arms around your middle, fingering the edge of your shirt, letting her nails graze just barely over your hip, you didn’t make a move. In fact, you were notably less touchy than usual and Wanda hoped to god she hadn’t ruined her last chance back at the fair.

In reality, you were just barely hanging on to the last bits of your restraint, rationalizing to yourself Wanda’s touches meant nothing more than absentminded fidgeting. You hadn’t bargained on how badly she could affect you, not her floral scented shampoo or whatever body wash she used that made her skin heavenly soft, but all of it was dangerous. You’d resolved not to try anything further tonight, wanting to give Wanda ample space to recover from whatever she felt with Carol’s sudden appearance; she made it nearly impossible to do the right thing.

“So..about earlier?” You asked, giving in and pulling one of her legs until it lay over your lap, greedily demanding more closeness from her you didn’t know she was more than willing to give.

“Yeah, I…I liked it.” Liked was a grave understatement, a laughable comparison considering how the mere reminder of it all made her thighs tense up all over again. This was where Wanda expected you to make some kind of move, anything really, some hint that gave her an ounce of reassurance that you wanted to try again.

But your hand stayed still splayed over the curve of her hip, unmoving while a billion thoughts ran through your head. You didn’t even kiss her like she’d come to be accustomed to, what you knew full well she was expecting once you’d gotten her home. Whether she was aware you could feel every squeeze of her legs around your abdomen or not, you refused to speak up about it. If you had to be tormented by her fingers still scraping your warm side, Wanda could handle a little torture herself. No, you’d stay quiet as a mouse, just to see what leaving her wanting more would do. “Right, I’m glad.”

Wanda wanted to shake you, to sit on your lap, push you back, pin you down, and just… yell very explicit words until you understood how much she needed you to fuck her. Maybe it wouldn’t be the sexiest thing in the world to have to ask someone to take her virginity, but she’s never wanted it gone so badly. Something new had washed over Wanda in her time with you, some obsessive need whose intensity might’ve worried her if it didn’t always feel so damn good.

She knew you’d done it plenty of times before, last week you told her you’d have sex with her if she wanted to. Well, Wanda wanted it and she was determined to get it sooner rather than later, preferably before she exploded from sheer frustration.

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