#erick is hard to write for im sorry

[amoirsetpacis]

need to go crazy about vash characterization for a minute sorry

There's this Twitter post going around that's like "vash tries so hard to be friend shaped that he even often fools the reader into forgetting about how dangerous he is" and its like MAN!!! MAN!!!!! THATS NOT THE WHOLE PICTURE!!!

The thing is is that he IS that way!!! He IS silly and friend shaped!! But it's fucking nuanced!! It's like. Waves hands vaguely. A fucking oroboros type situation. Genuinely silly and gentle guy who very much is dangerous but sees himself as such a monster so much that he tries to mask any and all negative emotion to overcompensate and make himself TOO friend shaped. Hang on I'm gonna make sense I swear

Like. We see what he's really like. We SEE what he wants to be like!!! But only briefly! We see it for a few panels when he's disguised as Ericks and we also see it for brief moments in front of Wolfwood, who is the only person he's ever trusted as deeply as he does. We see him be a goof, be silly! we see his genuine emotions the most when it's just him and wolfwood ( but even then, half the time he's trying to put up a front !!!! im going to strangle him ) and like. in front of everyone else it's a mix of his over-correction and what he wishes were possible. but also like. how the fuck do i word this. he ACTS the way he would GENUINELY BE sometimes, but does it in a fake way??? does this make sense at all. i feel insane.

Hang on here's some of a rant I've done on him before

Because he IS dangerous! Even if he so badly doesn't want to be! He's been forced into being this dangerous entity, into being "Diablo" and every other name that's been flung at him. The entire series points again and again to his loss of bodily autonomy and how he eventually gets it back, at least to some degree-- and what he's called goes along with that!! But as can be seen in the fight with Monev, he Chooses forgiveness. He Chooses kindness, every time, even if it's difficult. His choices are part of him taking back his autonomy. And he fucking hates himself for having to choose!!! The guilt he feels for it not being the automatic default for him ( nevermind the fact that it is nobody's default-- the forgiveness he extends to everyone else rarely if ever being given to himself ) is enormous!!

But the fact of the matter is, yeah! Regardless of whether or not he chose to be labeled as dangerous, he still very much has the skills to back those claims up! They don't come from nowhere! He literally gouges Monev's eye with the barrel of his gun. We SEE just how angry he's capable of being both during the fight with Livio as well as his encounters with Legato.

( 'they' here refers to both maximum vash and stampede vash )

like. vash is a good person. he's so genuinely good. but the things he does in the name of it and how he treats people while trying to be good and 'shield them' from himself even if they dont need it is undeniably shitty

its just that the longer he's allowed this sort of peace in spirale, the more he's kind of. allowed himself to be less guarded/manipulative. a huge part of this is because of the fact that everything back home is Done. writing him slowly working through these sort of trauma responses to things is fucking wild. how do i word this i have no idea. head in my hands.

did this make any sense at all. i feel like i lost the plot at some point. actually i definitely lost the plot because this was originally about how capable he is of violence. point is he's capable of extreme violence just like knives but chooses to not do so. he fakes being friend shaped to appear harmless but he's NOT harmless but he's still friend shaped. vash hte stampete

#[ ooc. ] #aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA #sorry if this is incomprehensible i got so heated about this first thing in the morning and then capitalism happened #this is basically entirely about maximum vash btw #go talk to drifter abt stampede vash theyre genius. okay bye #thinking about vash too hard makes me feel like those hamster rave tiktoks where theyre running really fast

[dolcenco]

Ay Mami Likes It Rough Pt. 3

Christopher Velez x Reader 

Warning/s: SMUT AF

S/N: SOOOOOOO, for some reason t*mblr deleted the contents of this and im like???????? wtf duddddde why??????? i just added some tags what gave you the right to delete everything, if i didnt back this up from my drive id have to type everything back up from memory and scratch akhakhsakhs thank u almighty for back-ups 

-

“Erick?”

“Que?”

“Why are there dicks on my tour publicity materials?” You watched him edit the publicity material due later over his shoulders.

You, Erick and Joel, were at backstage in the lounge room waiting until it was time for soundcheck. Erick was designing the concert edits after the short photoshop lesson you gave him, and Joel was reading mountains of fanfics on Tumblr with your phone.

The moment that seemed like a calm afternoon turned into a stressful one in minutes.

“Erick, No! We don’t put dicks on our tour edits!”

“(Y/n)! Do you have any more of those fanfictions?”

“Hold on, Curls. Gotta stop Erick from turning the edits into a dick gallery before I get fired.”

After a little game of tug of war and few sermons, Erick ended up messing with an old tour edit instead of the ones due. You let out a stressful sigh and plopped next to Joel on the couch. He didn’t even bother to acknowledge you as he continued to be engrossed by the content he was reading.

“How is it?” You asked, amused that he was enjoying the Marvel fanfics you suggested him to read.

“Did you know that people write about me?” He muttered, eyes still glued on the screen.

“What?” You asked and checked your phone.

Oh, so he wasn’t reading marvel fanfics.

“Oh?” You knew about them but he doesn’t have to know that you read them during your free time.

"Yeah, they were so good, I'm not even mad!" He gushed, pointing at the phone. "I mean, It was flattering. Weird, but impressive."

You just nodded in agreement, and let him continue to read when Clara, Richard, and Zabdiel finally entered the room with a bag of doughnuts, back in time for sound check.

“Clara have I ever told you that you’re an angel.” You thanked her as soon as you get your hands on the blessed doughnuts.

“Least I can do for babysitting the children.” She motioned at the two already stuffing their faces with food.

“Oh, you should see what Erick did with the edits.”

“No don’t show her!” Erick panicked, his mouth filled with doughnuts and hid your laptop behind him.

“Cla, where’s Chris?” Joel asked, and when Clara was about to answer, Chris walked through the door of the lounge with a smile the moment he saw you.

When you noticed him start to walk  towards your direction,  you panicked and quickly sat in between Richard and Zabdiel, “So, my favorite daddies, how are you?”

He stopped and shifted his direction to join Erick on the other couch instead, giving you one last look before turning to his best friend.

It had been two weeks since the jacuzzi night, and both of you had the most intense sexual tension in the air. Even other people could feel it. You’re afraid if Chris came any closer to you with his sensual touches, you’ll end dragging him to the nearest room for the 2nd round.

That night in the jacuzzi was undeniably the best sex of your life but when you reached your hotel room, realizations hit you like a ton of bricks. You were breaking the“no sex on the job” rule, and it was hard to follow through when Chris wanted to go for a second round. He didn't even try to hide it when he was around you and touched you more than he used to.

The hoe in knew that if you bite into the bait, it’d be the endgame for you, Chris and your career. Even the way you saw Chris changed. He was Chris  “the skater boy who steals all my uwus” to Chris the “ Papi, bend me over and fuck me senseless” in a snap.

You distracted yourself and was teasing Rich and Zabdi when one of the photographers rushed into the room, panting then sighed in relief when he saw you.

“(y/n)! I need you!” He asked if you could fill in the spot of one of the photographers for the show tonight, and once you agreed, he proceeded to orient you on the key placements for later.

As you both were reviewing, you both feel arms draped around both of your shoulders.

“What are you guys doing?”

Your body stiffened when you realize it was Christopher.

“Talking about the key spots for later, any suggestions?” The photographer asked and showed him the venue layout.

“Maybe have angles coming from this side…”

You tried to focus on the game plan, but can’t help notice Chris’ hand hanging dangerously in front of your chest, but he pulled them away, still conversing with the photographer.

“But (y/n) takes amazing shots so,” He says with a smirk. You don’t know if he was doing it on purpose or what, but his hands hanged dangerously close to your boob and with a little movement he can brush up on them accidentally.

You sighed in relief just when you thought he pulled his arm away. His hand slid down your back and paused just over the clip of your bra, curled his fingers as if he wanted to unclip them but thankfully didn't. He continued to caress down your back, and when you feel him move closer to your ass, you knew what’s about to happen.

AND NOPE NOT HAPPENING

When you quickly transferred to the other side of the photographer, Christopher frowned and looked confused but nodded his head anyway at the photographers’ instructions.

Although, you knew getting sexual with Chris was a bad idea but your body can’t help but look for his touch after that night. You just held everything in you not to drag him out of the room for that round 2.

*

It was an hour before CNCO's performance, and you were rushing down the hallway in a hurry to get to front stage for a proper evaluation of the venue. As you were fixing the settings of your camera, you suddenly feel a hand grabbed your arm and dragged you inside the nearest room

You were so ready to fight this person's ass, so you screamed and thrashed around until a hand muffled your protests.

“(y/n), shhh, calm down. It’s me.” The voice whispered, and your eyes snapped open to the sound of an all too familiar chuckle.

“WHAT THE HELL CHRIS!”

“Your face!” He harshly pulled you into a room, you were late, and his laugh rang in your ear in a really annoying way that you punched his arm.

“You’re such an irritation.” You cursed and glared, watching Christopher clutched his sides from laughing so hard, and when you realize that he wasn't going to take you seriously, you rolled your eyes and was about to leave when he stopped you.

“(y/n), wait, lo siento.”

You faced him and crossed your arms on your chest, feeling the weight of your camera heavy on your neck. You noticed that he was already wearing his blinding concert attire that you always questioned why management approved such a disappointing design.

“Aren’t you supposed to be preparing in…” you checked the time, “...in 50 minutes?”

He shrugged, “50 minutes is enough.”

You gave him a curious look, suddenly intrigued by what he meant. “Enough for what? and why are we in the bathroom?”  

He eyed you cautiously and bit his lip when the confidence he built up earlier started to diminish. “Why are you avoiding me?”

“What makes you say that?” You scoffed and avoided his gaze when your cheeks heated up. How can you say that the reason you avoided him is that because you wanted him to pound inside you over and over again until you couldn't take it anymore?

“That night at the jacuzzi. I don't know. If it was bad, I'm so sorry.”

“No, it wasn’t,” you reassured him. “It was good, like really good.”

“Oh?” He cocked an eyebrow and his lips twisted into a smug smirk.

“Don’t get any ideas, buddy. I could get fired for that stunt we did.” You told him sternly.

“No, you won’t.” He teased and tucked a loose hair that was falling over your face.  ”I got you.”

Christopher Velez back at it again with the soft fuckboy gestures.

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.” The moment that stupid grin appeared on his face, the strings of banters began.

You took a good look at him now that he hovering close to your body and thought to yourself, oh how you badly wanted him in between your legs. You got all excited and drowned into his minty and masculine scent that made you weak in the knees.

”Besides, ” he started, whispering.

A shiver ran down your spine when you feel his lips grazed against your ear but the next thing he said sparked electricity in between your legs.  

“I wanna make you cum.”

You were surprised at how blunt he was but It wasn't long until you reached over and smashed your lips again his soft, luscious ones.  You sensed him smiling into the kiss, his craving for your lips finally satisfied after weeks of longing for them.

When he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you against him to feel your body against his. Chris lets out an “oof” forgetting about the camera in between you two.

You quickly apologized and he took your camera, placing it on the counter to keep it away from damage before he smiled at you darkly and resumed the kiss.  

He pinned your body against the door with so much force that you gasped, and he took this as an opportunity to slid his tongue inside your warm mouth and massaged yours with his.

He pecked your lips and you moaned when he sucked your bottom lip. He pulled away to trail kisses on your cheek and traveled to your neck as he pressed himself against your body.  

You let out a small moan when you felt Chris’ hard manhood pressed against your thigh. You wanted him so bad.

Kissing and sucking on your neck, Chris finally ground himself against your crotch and rolled his hips so you could feel how hard he was for you.

“Fuck, Chris.” You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him close to you as possible. You were so turned on at this point and all that worry about the no sex on the job thing was threw out of the window.

His hand slid down to your ass and grabbed it, giving it a good squeeze. He reached under the back of your thighs and picked you off of your feet. You wrapped your legs around his waist and deepened the kiss. Your arms snaked around his neck and tossed his cap to the side so you could run your hands through his hair.

He grunted when you tugged on the ends, enjoying the feeling of your fingers weaving around.

“Watch the hair, Mami. They just fixed that.” You giggled and continued to play with his hair. You squealed when he walked you both to the counter and sat you on it, not breaking contact.

Christopher ran his hands all over your body, wanting to touch every inch of skin he grabbed on to. He didn't even hesitate to go under your shirt and cupped your breast underneath your bra in the process because oh god how he loved your tits.

Your skin shivered at the coolness of his rings as it grazed the skin around your nipples when he thumbed your sensitive buds. You moaned and arched your back at the sensation sent to your now aching pussy, rocking your hips against his crotch to tell him that you wanted him now.

“How much time we have left?” He managed to huff through the kiss, and you pulled away to check your watch while you tilted your head and granted him access to leave hungry kisses down your neck.

“30 minutes until the show.” You managed to pant out and Chris cursed against your skin.

He lightly gripped your neck and looked you straight in the eyes. He was giving you one of his signature sexy glare. The same dark looked he had when he caught you touching yourself in the jacuzzi. “I’m going to fuck you properly soon.” He growled and squeezed your tits. “But for now, I’m not going to let you go until you cum for me.”

You groaned with the aching feeling in your wet pussy intensifying with every word. He pulled your leggings off all the way down and grinned at the sight of your soaked gray panties. “Wet for me?”

Before you could respond, you gasped when he rubbed you through the cloth. He licked his lips as he pulled your panties to the side and slides two fingers into your soaking pussy.

“Fuck, Chris!” You moaned loudly and grabbed his shoulders, his fingers working their magic as he moves and massaged your clenching walls. He was hitting the perfect spots and you didn't want him to stop.

You noticed his hard-on printing on his pants. He looked like he was begging for release so you reached over and rubbed him through his jeans.

“Missed my dick, baby girl?” He bites his lips at the sight of you withering for him.

You nodded your head eagerly, whimpering when Chris pulled out his fingers out of you to pull down his pants and set his blessed cock free, stroking it for you. Ready for you.

He pulled your body closer to him and hovered over your shaking body. He laid you on the surface of the counter to bring you pussy close to his hard dick and tease your wet folds with the tip of his head. When you were just about to demand him to put his cock inside you, Chris eased himself into you and cursed how tight you were around his cock.

“Fuck, babe, you’re tight” He groaned. It was so intense the way you clenched around him, taking his size all in. The pleasure was running down your core as he eased in and out of you, thrusting himself.

“Faster,” You begged and he increased the movements of his hips and thrust harder, deeper into you. You whimpered for him. You couldn’t take it. His dick felt so good.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out and threw your head back in pleasure, finally having his cock buried inside of you after weeks of wanting, craving for him. He grabbed your leg and brought your body closer to him so he can fuck you deeper.

Grunts and moans filled the bathroom as Chris continued to fuck you on the counter. “Fuck, babe. So fucking good.” You moaned and pulled him closer to your body, his dick filling your tight cunt. The way you moaned made him roll his hips faster, and harder into your pussy.

“Fuck baby!” You cried, and Chris pulled your hips closer to his, sinking his cock deeper inside of you. You were almost laying on top of the counter, your elbows supporting your body as he thrust his hips onto you, the sound of skin to skin filling your ears.

He pulled down the front of your shirt, exposing your black lacy bra as he thrust into you harder while his other hand rubs your sensitive clit that sent electricity all over your body. You start to feel the burning sensation of your climax forming in the pit of your core.

“I’m close, babe.” You gasped and wrapped your arms around him, sucking and kissing his neck as you near your finish.

Chris grunted, desperate to make you cum so he picked up the pace, and fucked you faster and harder while he rubbed your clit furiously. You didn’t want the feeling to stop, but you were so fucking desperate to cum.

“Cum for me, Mami.” He whispered into your ear and when you heard him call you ‘mami’ you were gone. You cried out his name and you came all over his dick. Chris smashed his lips with yours as you ride out your high. The sound of heavy breaths filled the room with Chris leaning on your shoulder while you sank back against the mirror, catching your breaths. When Chris pulled out of you he checked the time and cursed, “Fuck we’re late.”

He quickly pulled his pants up and helped you get into your leggings and panties before he carried you off the counter. You both checked yourselves on the mirror, fixing your hair and clothes.

“You go out first, and I go last so we don’t look sketch or anything.”

He grinned at you, “Who cares if people knew?”

You rolled your eyes and was about to swat his arm but caught your hand and pulled you towards him, giving you one last sensual kiss and a squeeze on your tits.

He pulled away from you and went to open the door discreetly. He smirked and gave you one final wink until he poked his head out the door to check for any passerby.

After he made sure that the hallway was clear, Christopher stepped out of the bathroom first. You waited and counted to 10. You took a deep breath and swung the door open. As soon as you did, the sooner you wish you hadn’t.

"Well, well, someone doesn’t understand the meaning of ‘no sex on the job’ rule.”

You gulped. You were screwed.

#cnco #cnco fanfiction #cnco fanfics #cnco headcanon #cnco imagine #cncowners #christopher velez fanfic #christopher velez #christopher velez imagine #christopher velez fanfiction #christopher velez smut #cnco smut #cnco fanfic #cnco fanfictions

[cnchoe-imagines]

sexting with them; full group

anonymous request: can you do an hc about sexting w/ them? if that's too dirty it's totally cool <3

a/n: sorry for the wait bby !! hope u enjoy xoxo (thank u @babyycnco for your help translating!! i would have been completely lost without your help!! everyone go check out my queen’s writing, it’s amazing !! xoxo - tatianna)

christopher ↴

yall im already sweating

ok this boi sexts a Lot

like if he’s out on tour expect your phone to be blowing up every night

he might start off a little mild like: “te extraño amor :(”

and you’re like aww poor boy bc ofc you’ve missed him all these months too

but while you’re typing some sort of sweet text back u get some pics

and that pic isn’t soft (no pun intended lmfao)

the first one is one of his cliche shirtless selfies

but the next one is like his lower stomach with that perfectly light happy trail leading to the not so small bulge in his boxers (ecuador doesn’t have the second biggest dick size in the world for me to diss my man like that)

anyway

he’s like “el pensamiento de tu cuerpo me vuelve loco”

or some greasy shit like that

but u still getting hot and bothered like ‘damn ok boi’

so you ask him to call you ofc and by some MIRACLE he can and WOW are u glad he did

his grunted moans filter through the phone, and you can hear the smirk on his lips

“te gusta la foto, baby?”

you can’t argue at all bc who would

anyway he’s gonna tell u EVERYTHING he wants to do

about how he wants to eat you out/suck you off

“tengo tantas ganas de saborearte”

leave hickeys all over your body

and he’ll make sure you’re touching yourself the whole time

makes u scream his name when u cum

(honest to god he might cum first just hearing u moan alone jdfskfjsdk we love)

richard ↴

OK THIS BOI HAS NO LEADUP UNLIKE OUR ECUADORIAN BITCH

he be sliding into your dms like he’s a fuckboy from tinder who you’ve never spoken to before

“ay baby hit me up with those nudes tho? 👀“

luckily for him you’ve got a new outfit/look to show off

so you send the pic,, making sure to leave out just enough to tease him

and damn u better BET he’s riled up

anyway he gets right to the point pretty quickly

“vamos, ya sabes que quiero ver más”

“abre más tus piernas”

“enséñame todo”

and in return you’re gonna get some hot ass pics of his tattooed chest and big dick--

if you’re lucky you could get some videos or audio messages too

YALL his groans are heavenly ok that boy sounds like he’s growling istg

“dios, tengo tantas ganas de cogerte”

“¿me estás imaginando ahí? más te vale”

he’s gonna have u cumming quickly just saying

bde even when he’s miles away 

we stan

zabdiel ↴

sigh

look he’s definitely going into this quickly

no leadup like richard

he’ll send u a pic of him hard in his jeans like :)

“no pude dejar de pensar en ti todo el día.”

and you’re like BITCH didn’t u have an interview today jskdfcjsd u rlly were out there poppin a boner on my behalf god bless

anyway

despite being v v forward

he’s gonna tease u FOREVER

sends u hella videos of him jacking off and moaning and all that good ish

“me aseguraré de que no me olvides”

and you’re like LMFAO with a dick like that how could i

moving on

he’s gonna have u like crying from orgasm denial i bet my life on it

you’ll be messaging him about how badly u need to cum and he’s like “lol nah”

“no querrías que te castigara, ¿verdad?”

and even though he’s miles away you can still feel the truth behind his words

so you don’t cum until he lets u

u just have to listen to his voice as he tells u about how much he misses u sucking him off

“he extrañado tanto tu boca.”

you’re gonna need those ultra soft tissues to wipe your tears and a ten hour nap after he’s done with you just saying

joel ↴

ok he’s a lazy boi

but passionate as fuck

he’s probably stressed as hell

because i don’t think he’d initiate something like this otherwise

so it’s probably you who does

anyway he’ll ask for some pictures/videos

and he’ll be VERY thankful

and he’ll let that be known

“dios, eres tan perfecta”

“tu cuerpo es tan perfecto”

“extraño tocarte”

he might send some audio clips too

“gracias por las fotos, gracias”

lots of thank yous and praise

he’s very vocal about how much he loves this experience with you

he’ll definitely send some pics back too

“mira lo que me haces” 

with a pic of him biting his lip

hair stuck to his forehead with sweat

and dick hard against his stomach

im sweating whoops

anyway when you cum it’s v powerful

and you can tell he feels the same

sends u a bunch of heart emojis and other soft shit afterwards

:’)

erick ↴

ok he’s a BABY

so imma keep this a little soft u know how it be

anyway i feel like you guys would be texting and it would just turn into sexting

you guys would be talking about how much you miss each other, how lonely you’ve been, how the tour has been going, etc.

and then erick is like “u know what fuck this”

“¿podemos hablar de otra cosa, amor?”

and you’re like ofc bebe what?!

and THEN the pics start

like chris they start with some good shirtless selfies

and you’re like,, oh,, that’s where this conversation is going

“te he extrañado tanto a ti y tu cuerpo, mi ángel.”

lots and lots of audio clips

so !! much !! praise !!

and ofc you have to send some back

and you notice how much weaker his voice gets as you do

“gracias, nena”

“tan perfecta”

ejdsfkafdjds he’s the type to not be quiet AT ALL bc it just goes over his head

and the boys the next day are like :)))))

‘erick can you stfu the next time, thanks !’

and he’s super embarrassed but also like ‘hah they think im the young baby but they’re WRONG :D’

no,, erick,, u are

anyway he doesn’t give a fuck about their complaints and u guys make sexting a normal occurrence lmfao

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[cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic]

The Professor Pt.4

A/N: IM SORRY! This took forever but work and school have been beating my ass hope you guys like it. its a little different than the other three parts but I worked hard on it. sorry for any mistakes 

Tags: @namelesslosers @blackchunkyqueen @panthergoddessbast @forbeautyandlife @cancerianprincess @shegoego @soulsparker @iamrheaspeaks @blq-gyal @ashrae720 @chaneajoyyy @loosewindmill @hold-me-like-a-heart-beat @txmellayella @tiava143 @ohshititslezz

Pairing: Erick x Aniya

Characters: Erik Stevens

Fandom: Erik Stevens, Killmonger

Warnings: I’m not the best when it comes to following writing rules. I pretty much write how I want to, so if you’re a stickler for grammar and what not just ignore it or don’t read loll (I’m nice I promise.) Smut, oral (female reciving), jealousy

Word Count: 1.8k

The sound of birds chirping woke me from my sleep. I kept my eyes closed enjoying the sound. I tried to shift and stretch my body when I realized I was trapped in place.

“Good morning beautiful.”

Suddenly my memory caught up with me and I remembered the night before. I remembered Erik and I remembered all the things we did. His powerful arms tightened their hold on me as he pulled me closer, his body pressed against mine.

“Good morning…Professor Stevens.” I giggled out.

“Please don’t call me that right now.”

We both chuckled. It was a little weird sounding but I couldn’t stop myself from teasing him a little.

“What should I call you then?” I asked caressing the arm that was draped over my torso.

“You can call me whatever you like.”

I pushed my hips into his making sure his morning wood rubbed against my ass. He groaned.

“I like that. I’ll have to think of the perfect name for you.

“Don’t play with me like that. You know we both have to be out the door in an hour.”

He placed a kiss on my neck before getting out of bed and putting his clothes on. Before he walked out the door he kissed me again.

“I better see you in class.” He said against my lips. Then he was gone.

I checked my phone to see a text from Simone saying she would meet me in class. The lecture Erik gave was simple enough. I could see him struggling to stay focused and not stare at me the whole time. When class was over I left without a word. Simone and I made our usual stop at the campus café to get our drinks. On our way out the doors we ran into Angel who was just on his way in.

“What’s up?” He asked with a big smile on his face.

“Not much just getting our drink on.” He and I both looked at Simone with a wtf kind of face. And she says I’m the weird one.I thought to myself.

“I see that... Anyway, my boy Trey is having this party at his crib this weekend you guys should come through.”

He smiled that smile again and I knew my answer. I know Simone was definitely going, seeing as Trey is her imaginary baby daddy and all.

“Okay we’ll be there.”

“Cool, cool. I’ll see you there.” We hugged briefly then went on our way.

Three days’ past and it was Saturday night. Party time. Simone and I slaved over our hair and makeup for an hour and a half before we were happy with our looks. We decided to wear matching fitted dresses. Mine deep burgundy and hers an olive green, with thigh high open toed boots. When we arrived to the address it was already lit. The music was going, it was packed and the drinks were flowing. Simone and I wasted no time getting our shots of henny down. Angel and Trey joined us. We drank, we danced and we we’re living our best lives. Suddenly a beat drops and I realize it’s my song, Anywhere by 112.

“Oh, shit that’s your thot pocket song bitch!” Simone yells loudly.

She wasn’t lying. Anytime I hear this song I get so turned on. I don’t know why it has this effect on me but it does. I was just intoxicated enough that I didn’t care who was around. I grabbed Angels hand pulling him to me then pushing him up against the wall. I could hear Simone, Trey and some other people that had been watching screaming and laughing in shock as I danced on Angel grinding my body into his in every which way. My hands wondered his body gently passing over his dick through his jeans ever so often. When the song ended, Angel was behind me, his hands gripping my waist when he whispered in my ear.

“You want to go upstairs?”

I nodded my head yes and he led the way. We ended up in Treys room. We laid on his bed and talked for what seemed like a long time. I wasn’t keeping track.

“I really can’t believe you’re single angel. I mean you’re funny, you’re smart, respectful and very sexy.”

He rolled onto his side to face me. I blushed.

“You think I’m sexy?” He asked looking me directly in the eyes.

“All that I said and sexy is all you heard?”

He chuckled.

“Nah I heard everything else but I’m just shocked to hear you say that. All this time I thought I wasn’t your type.”

“Why would you think that?” I asked brushing one of his curls from his face.

“Because I’ve been… I don’t know giving you little hints that I want you for a while now and you never really gave me the time of day.”

“I’m sorry daddy.”

Angels eyes widened in shock.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like it when I call you daddy?” I asked playing coy.

“Say it again.”

“Daddy.” The word came out of my mouth as a whispery moan.

I took his hand and brought it to my lips, biting his index finger lightly. His lips parted as his breath grew heavier. He shifted his legs and I knew it was because he was getting hard for me. I let his hand go and raised my hips up off the bed lifting my dress and pushing my panties down over my ass then slowly up my legs until I pulled them off my feet. I dangled them above him as he turned onto his back to get a better view, his eyes never left them.

“What do you want?” I asked in a seductive voice.

He answered with no hesitation.

“You.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I want you to sit on my face.”

The way he said those words made my pussy so wet. I bit my lip as I swung my leg over him and positioned myself to straddle his face. His hands caressed my thighs and my hips as I hovered over him.

“You waited so long for this pussy huh?”

He nodded his head in agreeance

“So, long baby.”

I ran over his curls looking down at him and admiring him this way. So, needy for me.

“Stick your tongue out.” I demanded and he did.

I slowly lowered my dripping pussy onto his tongue, bouncing up and down a little before grinding my hips on him. He licked me long and slow. Exploring my folds with this tongue making me whimper and mewl. I placed my hands on the head board bracing myself up. He continued this slow torture until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Angel pl- “

Before I could even get the word out he caught my sensitive clit with his lips. My hips bucked wildly. He held me in place with his strong hands as he ravaged me with his mouth. My hands gripped the headboard so hard I heard the wood creak under the pressure but I didn’t care. He growled against my core, sending vibrations of pleasure that rippled all over my body.

           I tried my hardest to hold back the orgasm I felt building inside of me but Angels mouth was way too good for that. I bit my lip to hid my moans not wanting him to know just how much I loved everything he was doing to me. It’s like he read my mind. His hold on me tightened as he placed a love bit on my inner thigh. The sting from the pain felt so good. I looked down to meet his eyes.

“Damn baby you taste…... sooo good” He growled.

           The sound of his voice filled with lust for me sent chills up my spine. I threw my head back in pleasure as he went back to work on my pussy. The sound of my phone vibrating on the dresser caught my attention and the name on the screen took me by surprise. It was Erik. I leaned over to grab my phone. Angel groaned in protest but that didn’t stop me.

“Angel you better not stop. If you do you’ll never taste this beautiful pussy again.”

He nodded in agreeance.

I clicked the screen to answer my phone.

“Helloooo.” I moaned.

“Aniya I been calling for days and you don’t answer. You leave all my texts on read. What’s going on wit you?”

           My heavy breathing and moans were my only response. There was a long pause before he spoke again. I could tell he was listening closely to make sure what he was hearing was correct.

“Are you really playing with your pussy right now? I mean at any other time I wouldn’t mind but I’m being serious right now.”

Heat began to build in my core and I knew I was close. I tangled my hands in Angels hair as I rode his face faster and harder, my moans and whimpers getting louder and louder.

“Aniya? Aniya? Answer me! Who are you with??” Erick yelled through the phone.

My entire body shook as my orgasm began to batter through me like a tidal wave. My hands sprang to the headboard for support. Angels mouth latched onto me and If his grip on me wasn’t so strong I might’ve jumped of the bed. I was so sensitive I could feel my heartbeat in my clit and just like that I could feel myself coming again.

“Angel please!” I begged biting my lip so hard I knew it would leave a mark.

“ANYIA! WHO THE FUCK IS ANGEL? I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON’T ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW!”  

I smiled a little at the rage and jealousy in Erik’s voice but I didn’t care. All I cared about in that moment was how good Angel was making me feel. My body went stiff and I could feel my walls convulsing around Angels tongue over and over again as pressure built up inside me. I looked down into Angels eyes and they were glossed over with lust and passion, suddenly I felt a strong release and I screamed his name while cumming all over his face.

When I finally recover from my orgasmic high. I saw that his face was covered in my juices some even ran down his neck. We looked at each other and began to laugh. I leaned over to kiss him tasting myself on his lips.

“You should probably get cleaned up.”

Angel smiled and headed to the bathroom. When he was out of my view I turned to check my phone. Erik had hung up but I did have a text from him.

Erik:

You got me fucked up.

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