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palioom · 8 months

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a bond formed of love

summary: ecstatic about finally being married to the love of your life, Oberyn Martell, dread consumes you at the thought of consummating your marriage. will the horrible tales of first nights told to you become reality? or will they turn out to be elaborate lies?

pairing: oberyn martell x f!reader

word count: 11.1k

warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n (but many, many nicknames); fluff & smut; first times; wedding night; oral (m & f receiving); unprotected p in v; multiple orgasms; body worship; oberyn being the most devoted husband ever

author's notes: this one goes out to @aurasjournal who not only inspired a huge part of this but also kept pushing me to make this as long as it is. thank you so much <3

part of "the viper and the sun"

• masterlist •

Happiness. It was all that she could feel, consuming her entirely, filling every last inch of her. Almost euphoric in nature, laughing and smiling as she moved beside him - her love, her husband.

Husband.

The sole reason why she was so happy today, unable to tear her eyes away from him, no one around her mattering in this moment. Looking even more handsome than usual, as if that was even a possibility, his dark eyes crinkling at the corner when he laughed.

Oberyn Martell, her husband.

Finally she could call him that. The love of her life had finally become her husband, making her the happiest woman, the happiest wife, in the world.

Not that she hadn’t been happy before, back when he was simply courting her, when he had asked her to marry him. She had always been happy with him at her side - he made her laugh, he entertained her, he took her out for rides into the most beautiful corners around Sunspear.

Down to the shores, into the deserts.

But she had longed to be his by title, to wear a ring which showed she was his and he was hers.

All hers.

Just dancing with him here, moving with one another, as if they were connected somehow. As if the Gods had bound a string around them so long ago, pulling it tighter and tighter as they moved towards each other on the wide floor, empty save for them. Tighter still, until they met, his hands finding her hips with a laugh, her hands resting on his broad chest, on the beautiful robe he wore for the occasion, a pale yellow, adorned with golden suns and many intricate details stitched with golden thread.

Their lips found another, pulling them even closer together, the string so tight around them that it expelled the air from her lungs, breathless from kissing and laughing and dancing all day.

The exhaustion creeped in slowly but surely, replacing the rushed emotions of excitement and euphoria she had been feeling.

“We should retire soon, my sweet dove.” Oberyn said when he parted from her lips, wishing he could just keep kissing her as they spun around. Eyes bright, sparkling with something she had seen often before but could not always place.

Mischief, perhaps. Desire.

“I wish to be with you, alone.”

She understood what he meant, a sudden nervosity replacing some of the happiness inside of her, albeit not all of it. Nothing could take this wonderful feeling from her, slowing down in their movements, slowly circling one another.

But she did feel nervous, and had felt so for a long time.

Because just as excited as she was about finally being alone with him, to be as close to him as was humanly possible, she was just as tense about it.

She knew about his past, about how often and liberally he had taken partners. The Dornish way, all while she had waited for her future husband, had waited even when she had fallen for Oberyn. When she knew she would never love anyone else but him.

Knowing deep down in her heart and deeper still, that this wasn’t just love but that he was the partner promised to her by the Gods.

Oberyn noticed the sudden change in her, saw the emotions on her face, one hand raising to cup her cheek. She could feel the cold of the ring on his thumb as it brushed over her cheekbone. His gaze intense but gentle, their movements coming to a halt.

“What has befallen you, my dove?” He asked, feeling the need to implore what seemed to cloud her mind, unable to stand the thought of her feeling bad on their wedding day. They had both waited far too long for this. “What bothers my beautiful wife?”

His wife.

Warmth spread through her at the words, smiling up at him and shaking her head. She did not want him to worry about her.

“I am just getting tired, my love.” She replied, voice as quiet as his. “Tired but thrilled. Let us go, I wish to have you to myself.”

Leaving the festivities was more difficult than she had imagined, nervousness still sitting deep inside of her as they made their rounds, saying their goodbyes to everyone who had come. Squeezing his warm hand tightly as they went, now walking along the corridors to their new chambers.

Their shared chambers.

It only filled her chest with more tension, knowing these chambers would be where she was to reside with him for the rest of their lives.

What an odd thought, to leave her childhood rooms behind to find her life with Oberyn.

They did not speak as they walked, his touch doing all the talking through squeezing her hand, caressing the back of it with his thumb. His head turned to look at her with a smile so soft and loving that she could cry from joy, reciprocating it as they walked.

His smile always managed to ease her nerves, and she wished he could smile at her forever somehow. To capture it in a way that she could carry it with her, able to look at it when she was in a foul mood.

Perhaps she could ask the woman who had done their wedding portrait today if she could paint them again, and make a small copy of him for her to carry inside a locket of some sort.

So she could open it and look at his beautiful smile at all times.

She was so in thought, she didn’t notice that they had reached the huge double door, opening them while still holding her hand tightly in his, only reluctantly letting go of it once the doors had closed behind them.

Oberyn watched her take in the large room, their room.

The big, four poster bed draped in the finest dark red and orange silks and linens, curtains hanging off of it which would shroud them in a sense of privacy.

The doors leading to a spacious balcony, letting them look out into the sky from their bed. The cushions and chairs in one corner by the bookshelves and strewn throughout the room which was lit with various candles, a vanity at the other side, near the door that led to their private bath.

Walls decorated with tapestry and rugs. It all felt intimate and warm and welcoming.

She would be happy to live here with him.

“I hope everything is to your liking, my love.” Oberyn said behind her, making her jump a little as she hadn’t heard him walking up to her. Silent like a viper. “I am sure you will give it your touch in due time.”

Her eyes found the telescope standing by the door to the balcony, the books in the shelves including thick volumes about topics she loved.

All attentively picked by him.

The sweetest gift, his love apparent just by how he had asked the room to be decorated.

His fingers touched her waist when she nodded, her view suddenly blocked by his wide chest as he came to stand in front of her.

“I love it, Oberyn.” She said with a smile. Voice small, so unlike herself.

He smiled back, the gentlest, most loving smile, his hands wandering up her side, slowly and carefully, as if she could break if he was just any faster in his movements. Seeing her slight tremble, hearing it in her voice as she spoke, suddenly so quiet.

She wasn’t quiet and timid usually, not afraid to give him a piece of her mind, so this worried him, cupping her cheek with one hand, her nervous eyes finding his.

His eyes became questioning in turn, his thumb stroking along her cheekbone.

“What is ailing you, my dove?” Oberyn asked, so gently that it made her heart burst, making her feel bad suddenly. “Tell me, my sweet.”

The sigh that left her was heavy, loaded with a burden which hurt him to hear. She didn’t deserve to be burdened, no matter what it was, and he did not wish to see her upset, see her nervous and quiet.

Deserving to be carefree and loud and happy. With him to carry her burdens for her.

“I- I am scared, my Viper.” She admitted, her hands coming to rest on his chest, her gaze casting down as she couldn’t bear looking at him, afraid of what emotion his face would display. “You know I have never… I am simply nervous.”

A compassionate smile curved his lips upward, leaning forward to kiss her forehead, lingering there for a few seconds before pulling back.

The hand on her cheek came up to the crown in her hair, carefully untangling it before he placed it on a table next to them. It shimmered in the lights of the candles, the gold and the jewels embedded in it, all for her.

“You do not have to be scared, my sweet dove.” He said, his knuckles running over her cheek. Still gentle and careful, his new wife being the most precious thing in his life at this moment, besides the daughters he already had. “I will show you nothing but tenderness, there will not be anything done that you do not explicitly wish to happen.”

Chewing on her bottom lip, she tried to slow her heart, thrumming away in her chest. A tempest of emotions settled within her.

How had she gotten so lucky with him?

“I know, Oberyn. I know, but-” She took a deep breath, trembling. “I am still so scared. I have been told it hurts, it is uncomfortable and… I apologize, my love.”

His brows furrowed, two of his fingers moving under her chin, tilting it upwards. Making her look at him, he saw the fear etched into her features, his heart breaking at the sight.

No one had prepared her properly. She had been told nightmares and nothing more than that. It hurt him, seeing the love of his life so scared. Scared of him, of what he could do to her.

Things which were supposed to be joyous only but had been tainted and marred by the tales told to her.

“There is a possibility of it hurting, my dove. That is, if we rush things.” He said, his voice quiet, soothing. Like a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her safe. “Yet, I do not wish to rush things. We do not have to consummate our marriage tonight, not in the traditional sense.”

Now her brows furrowed in confusion, her fingers running over the embroidery of his robe, feeling the golden thread. She wasn’t sure if his words unnerved her more or soothed her.

What other way was there? He was to take her, to validate their marriage.

Just like everyone had told her a husband would on their first night together.

“What other way? Won’t our marriage be invalid if we do not-” She paused, swallowing hard as tears welled up in her eyes. The pressure of it, their marriage and being good for him, when he has had many partners before, it was terrifying. “If you do not take me?”

He smiled, loving and encouraging as always when he looked at her. Melting under her gaze, her tears tearing at him and his heart.

It was a special sort of pain, to see one's wife with tears in her eyes. A pain unlike any physical one he had ever endured.

“There are many ways to pleasure, and I will not take you if you are scared. This is as much about you as it is about me, my love.” Oberyn said, bowing his head to kiss away the few tears which were rolling down her cheeks, the saltiness of them a displeasure for him tonight. “I will wait until you are ready, and if it takes all eternity to do so.”

She took another shuddering breath. How was he so calm about this? Talking about waiting until all eternity while the guilt of being too scared to give herself to him weighed heavily on her.

Not even his lips on her wet cheeks could help soothe her in this moment.

“But, Oberyn- Isn’t it your right? Isn’t it a husband’s right?” She asked, her voice thick with tears. “To take his new wife, to consummate their marriage, willing or not?”

The smile faded from his face, his expression turning stern suddenly. Only terrifying her more, thinking she had misstepped, had angered him somehow.

She had never wanted to anger the Viper.

“My dove.” He spoke, his voice firm but not cruel, conveying an importance to what he was saying. “Fuck whatever you assume to be my right. I did not marry you to fuck you, my sweet dove. I married you because I love you and my only command as your husband is to banish these thoughts of old customs from your mind.”

Raising his brow, he looked at her, so scared and small in front of him, her bottom lip quivering.

“I am not a brute. If you are too scared tonight, then I will not force you. Nor any night hereafter.”

Her hand reached out to touch his cheek, feeling the scratch of his beard against her palm. So handsome, so sweet. Such a stark contrast to his reputation in the Seven Kingdoms, the Red Viper. Cruel, cunning.

“But- My Viper-”

Oberyn shushed her, gentle and quiet but not lacking in firmness.

“No, my dove.” His lips found her forehead again, hoping to convey his love and his understanding through the caress of his lips. Soft and tender. “If you allow me to, I wish to show you something different. To ease you into pleasure, to ease you into me.”

She hesitated, biting her bottom lip again, feeling his calming presence soothe her nerves. As he always did, so expertly taking away her worries as if they were nothing.

“What do you wish to show me?” Her voice was as quiet as his, still shaking as she spoke.

Oberyn smiled against her skin, finding the faintest sliver of amusement in her innocence. What a wonderful thing she was, his wife. So willing and devoted and in love with him, but entirely unknowing.

Any man of less honour than him would have taken advantage of her sweetness.

But not him.

His hand went from her chin to her waist, pulling her just a little bit closer to him while his lips stayed connected to her forehead.

“Do you trust me?”

She nodded, the reaction so fast as if it was innate, like there was no doubt about her answer. And she did, she trusted him with everything.

“With my life, Oberyn.”

His lips curved upward against her skin, his fingers curling into her side.

What a lucky man he was, to have married a woman like her.

“Sit down on the bed for me, please.” He said, feeling her hesitation at his gentle words.

Taking a moment to steel herself, she took another deep breath before walking away from him, just a little unsure in her footing.

Still, she made it over, sitting down on the edge of the huge bed just like he requested, the silks smooth under her hands. She watched how he followed her, slow, deliberate steps, feeling a tenseness in her abdomen at the sight of him. His gorgeous smile making the corners of his eyes crinkle, coming to stop right in front of her.

Instinctively she reached for his hand, just lightly holding onto it, needing reassurance, encouragement. The motion only made him smile more, squeezing her fingers as he slowly kneeled down in front of her.

He couldn’t hold back the chuckle which left him when he looked at her surprised face, shaking her head.

“What are you doing? You shouldn’t-” She stammered out, confused by his actions. What husband kneeled before his wife? On their wedding night no less. “Shouldn’t I be the one-”

Oberyn slowly shook his head, raising her hand to his lips, giving each knuckle a kiss, dark eyes fixed only on her. His unoccupied hand touched her clothed thigh, making her jump just a little, her eyes never leaving his.

Like they were bound to him in some way.

“If I wish to kneel before my wife to show my devotion to her, then I shall do so.” He said, his voice calming her nerves, just like his lips did, turning her hand in his, kissing the tip of each finger. Each kiss lingering, an extension of his love for her.

Moving to her palm, eyes staying fixed on hers as his lips pressed against it, his beard tickling her.

She enjoyed it, watching in awe how attentive he was, feeling warm at his touch.

Then, he leaned forward, capturing her lips with his own and she could feel the desire sleeping within him, holding back for her sake. She allowed herself to close her eyes and simply feel him, aware of his hand on her clothed thigh, the other intertwining their fingers, an anchor for her.

Carefully his lips wandered away from her mouth, kissing the corner of it, then peppering her jaw with fleeting touches, finally reaching her neck.

The gasp that tumbled from the depths of her chest as he made contact with the sensitive flesh excited him, the sound something he wished to preserve forever.

“Oberyn.” She whimpered, shifting in her place when his tongue darted out to taste her, breathing in the scent of oranges which always lingered with her.

A smile graced his lips, enjoying that she was easing into his ministrations, perhaps even enjoying herself as he caressed her skin.

“Do I have permission to undress you?” Oberyn asked after several more moments, pulling back to look at her face, finding it flushed and her eyes still closed.

The nervousness which had faded a little under his touch came back suddenly, turning her stomach into knots.

Undress her.

Seeing her naked, completely exposed. When he had been with so many others before her, would he even like what he saw?

She wasn’t self-conscious by any means, but in comparison to his life before her, she could not help but think about the possibilities. Being inexperienced in pleasure already weighed heavily on her shoulders, she didn’t wish to disappoint him in just about everything tonight.

He could see the emotions cross her face, her eyes spoke of all the uncertainty and fear that whirled inside of her at this moment when she opened them.

And it broke his heart.

His beautiful, stunning wife, chained up by the expectations which had been placed upon her shoulders by everyone but him.

There was nothing he expected from her, already knowing she was the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid his dark eyes upon, the most kind and loving wife. All he would ask of her was to stay loyal to him and to love him like he loved her, with all her heart and mind and soul. Like they were bound by fate.

Bound by an invisible string which had led them to one another.

She softly squeezed his hand, taking a deep breath before nodding. Forcing the smallest smile onto her lips, small compared to the one he gifted her in return.

The hand on her thigh moved up to her shoulder, brushing back the hair which had fallen over it, then letting his fingertips wander over the material of her gown. Soft silks, embroidered and beaded with hundreds of thousands of small stones.

Making her shimmer in the candlelight, like a million stars were strewn across her body.

Never losing her eyes when he brushed one strap off of her shoulder, watching for a reaction that she didn’t want this. There was no joy in this if she wasn’t willing.

He let it glide down her arm, not yet exposing her breasts to him, simply letting the swell of one appear in the periphery of his view. Soft skin, the whisper of a sigh leaving her when he leaned forward to kiss her exposed collarbone, to press his nose against the dip above it.

Still holding onto her hand, her fingers nervously flexing against his own as he moved on to the other side, slower this time.

The beat of her heart was visible, shaking the pretty material over where it sat, hoping he would be able to make it beat as wildly for another reason soon.

And as he carefully slid the material off her other shoulder too, she took a shuddering breath looking up at the ceiling. The cool air meeting her heated flesh, nipples perked.

Oberyn repeated his earlier motion, kissing the other side but this time moving down to press his lips against the valley in between her breasts. A low hum vibrated in her chest and he could feel the noise, kissing her again and again.

“You are so beautiful, my dove.” He said, looking up at her but seeing her gaze turned away. Unable to tell if it were simply her nerves or shame. “May I touch you?”

Silence befell them for a moment as she tried to calm herself. His words were encouraging, her heart soaring and the gentleness with which he treated her made her want to cry.

She could feel his lips on her still, like she had been branded by him, hot and searing. A good feeling, a welcome one.

Longing for his touch but still too afraid to speak, her skin yearning for his lips, for his fingers. Yearning for every inch of him, still wondering just what exactly he had in mind for tonight.

“Yes.” She breathed out, shaky and barely audible even in the dead silence.

Then his hands were on her, softly cupping her breasts, feeling the velvety skin of them. Admiring them, his thumbs brushing over the peaks, making her moan quietly. She tilted her head down, taking in the way he looked at her.

With a desire she had never seen in anyone before, mesmerized and needing, but not making her feel like an object for his desires.

He made her feel like art. Like a beautiful painting.

A slight pressure built in her abdomen as his thumbs rubbed over her nipples again and again, an unfamiliar feeling she blamed on his touch. It was pleasant, watching in awe as he bowed his head to take one stiff peak into his mouth. Hot and wet on her skin, her free hand twisting into his hair, a shaky gasp leaving her.

“Oh, Oberyn.” She moaned, concentrating on his tongue repeating the motion of his thumb, a deep groan of his vibrating against her. “It feels good, fantastic. You feel fantastic.”

He looked up at her, not stopping his ministrations but a twinkle appeared in his dark eyes. She rubbed her thighs together, a motion which didn’t go unnoticed by Oberyn, finally releasing her breast with a soft pop. Surging upwards to capture her lips in another kiss, fiery this time but reigning himself in as he felt himself move too fast.

“You’re feeling it, are you not?” He asked, parting from her and staring deep into her eyes. “Pleasure, my dove?”

“I’m not sure, Oberyn.” She replied, his kiss having left her a little breathless, her head reeling. “There is a pressure…”

A soft chuckle fell from his lips, a smile stretching his mustache wide over his lips, revealing his teeth.

“Right here?” He touched her abdomen, right where the feeling appeared and she nodded. No one had ever thought to teach her a damn thing about herself. “Yes, my dove. Pleasure. Do I have permission to undress you further? I wish to give you more of this feeling.”

Her nod was eager this time, easing into his touch. It filled him with joy, pressing another kiss to her lips which made her giggle.

Oh, how he loved that sound.

“Lay down for me, my sweet.”

She did, their hands finally letting go of each other as she laid back, immediately finding his lips to be back on her sternum, kissing a path further down between her breasts, onto her stomach. Revealing more of her skin as he went.

Peeling the garment off of her like he would with a fruit, revealing the sweet flesh, tasting it, feeling it beneath his fingers.

Feeling her shaky breaths as he lingered over her stomach, her muscles twitching under the caress of his lips.

He lifted her hips, pulling the dress down the rest of the way, letting it fall to the floor. Exposing her entirely to him, his lips pressing against that spot on her lower belly where she felt the pressure building.

Her heart beat in her throat, fighting the urge to cover herself with her hands, knowing he would just move them away. His own hands smoothed along her naked thighs, watching her face as she looked at the ceiling, lips slightly parted.

“You were made in the Gods’ image, my love.” He whispered, letting his lips trail back up her body, feeling himself become drunk on her body, on her beauty. To think she had feared this, feared showing herself to him when she truly was the most beautiful being he had ever laid his eyes on. “No beauty compares to that of yours.”

She smiled, a sound the cross of a sob and a huff tumbling over her lips, overwhelmed by his love for her. Melting into his lips as they found hers yet again, like he couldn’t get enough of her, of the taste of wine and fruit on her tongue.

Suddenly she thought about him, still fully dressed. Shouldn’t she make him feel as good as this, too? Cover his body in kisses, worship him like he worshipped her?

She was curious to see him, wondered if he bore scars. How big they were, how deep. She wanted to see him, longed for it.

Her hands wandered to the hem of his robe, attempting to undress him but he stopped her. Gently taking her wrists in his large hands, he moved them away, shaking his head.

“My Viper-” She began in an attempt to explain before he shushed her again.

“Tonight is about you, my Princess.” Oberyn said, kissing the corner of her mouth. A small whimper escaped her, her lips chasing after his when he moved back again. “You and your pleasure only. I told you, I can wait until all eternity.”

He rested his forehead against hers for a moment, hoping to get her to understand just through his eyes that his words weren’t empty promises. As he breathed with her, one calming breath after the next, he hoped she understood that he would wait a lifetime and beyond for her to be fully ready. Her pleasure alone would be enough to sustain him until the sun had shared its last rays with the world, until the world grew cold and dark.

“I wish to touch more of you, my love.” Oberyn whispered into the silence, his hands moving to her hips. “Will you allow me to?”

She nodded, more firm than at the beginning, feeling a throbbing between her thighs, an unfamiliar wetness.

“Yes, my Viper.” A whisper just as quiet as his, her eyes full of desire, even if he could still see remnants of fear in them.

Oberyn brushed the bridge of his nose along hers, an intimate gesture which made her heart burst with love and joy. Hands coming up to cup his cheeks just for a moment before he slipped away again, down her body.

Calloused hands rested on her knees, his eyes on her face as she sat up slightly, leaning onto her elbows to watch him. She bit her bottom lip, his hands slowly opening her legs, gentle and sweet in his movements.

He kissed the inside of one knee when she was fully spread for him, once again resisting the urge to close them. His beard scratched along the sensitive skin, moving to the other knee as well.

It felt good, the way he kissed her skin, the way his beard felt on the sensitive flesh. How his hands smoothed over her thighs as he inched higher, lifting his head again.

One of his hands moved upwards, ghosting over her mound and feeling the coarse curls covering it, feeling the shiver that went up her spine at the featherlight touch. He watched as he gently spread her lips apart for him, glistening from the wetness that had gathered.

His thumb just hovered over her clit, like he was unsure. All while she watched, holding her breath in anticipation of where he would touch her next, each touch better than the last.

“Have you ever touched yourself before?” Oberyn asked, eyes moving back up to hers. Knowing fully well that she would answer with a No. She was too responsive to his ministrations to have done so before. “Right here?”

His thumb pressed down, featherlight, like a ghost, drawing a choked gasp from her, her hips involuntarily rolling in response.

It was as if lightning had shot through her, setting her nerves ablaze at his touch. Her skin hot, she felt like she was burning up from the inside, the pressure in her abdomen only becoming worse.

“N-No.” She breathed out. Already longing for more of his touch. Needing more of that buzzing feeling it provided, pulsing faintly where his thumb rested.

His thumb swiped lower, gathering a little more wetness before ghosting over that little peak of nerves again. Carefully, trying not to overwhelm her with these new emotions, coaxing a low moan from her lungs.

It might just become his favourite sound, a sweet symphony sung only for him in this shared intimacy. Sweeter than the choirs which had sung at their marriage celebration which just now seemed so long ago already. Sweeter than the birds, than the bustle of the markets, than the rolling of the sea.

He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, kissing the inside of it as he lazily rubbed his thumb over her, watching her reactions. Her eyes were dark with nothing but lust and curiosity, only fixed on his moving digit. She tried to hold back more sounds, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her heart still thrumming against it for reasons he liked now.

No longer out of fear but out of desire.

“How does it feel, my dove?” Oberyn whispered against her skin, pressing more wet kisses against it, the hand holding her leg caressing it while his thumb moved away from her clit. Instead, it traced her outer lips, which still made her hips jerk and roll but provided a more subdued sensation. “Tell me all, I wish to know what it feels like for you.”

Her eyes snapped up to his when his thumb moved away, a whiny noise of protest leaving her.

Desperation on her face.

“It feels good, Oberyn.” She whispered, the leg over his broad shoulder trying to coax him to continue. “You feel marvellous. My blood has been replaced by molten metal, I can feel it burning and throbbing.”

Oberyn smirked, lightly nipping at her skin. “Your cunt?”

Watching her discomfort at the word, he chuckled but saw her nod still.

The urge to taste her overcame him abruptly, the urge which had been his plan when she told him she was too scared to have him tonight. Knowing he could show her the heights of pleasure on the tip of his tongue, ease her into it entirely.

“My love, you said you would trust me with your life, did you not?” He asked, keeping his eyes locked onto hers. She nodded again, whispering a shaky Yes. “Please, lay back and close your eyes, I wish to surprise you.”

Her brows knitted together, having half a mind to do as he asked and not beg for more of his touch. Laying back down and closing her eyes, anticipation frightening her but trusting him in whatever he had planned.

It took a moment, a moment in which she heard him shift around, his tunic rustling, feeling him move.

And then, she felt it. Warm and wet against her, his beard scratching against her most intimate parts, her legs threatening to close at the foreign sensation but his broad hands keeping them open.

“Fu- Oh Gods, Oberyn!” She cried out, his tongue circling around her clit again and again, wet, slurping noises accompanying his motions. One of her hands threaded into his hair for purchase, not daring to open her eyes and look at him.

He hummed against her, fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs, eyes trained on her parted lips, face twisted in lust.

“Say it.” He commanded, finding it amusing that she did not fully give into her desires in favour of appearing proper. What was there to be proper about when he had his face buried inside her sopping cunt? “Say it, my dove.”

Her back arched, feeling him suck at the bundle of nerves which made her cry out once more.

“Fuck!” She moaned, liking how the word rolled off her tongue. “Oberyn, fuck! Oh, Gods.”

A smile crept over his lips, doubling down on his efforts, feeling her fingers tighten in his dark locks. Focusing entirely on her clit, eating her like a man starved all while he looked out for her body’s response.

She could feel something inside of her, the pressure mounting more and more as her whines and moans turned higher in pitch, his tongue driving her closer to something. And he could feel it, holding down her hips in order to lap at her, the obscene sounds in stark contrast to the gentleness with which he pressed against her.

Opening her eyes, she looked at him, the sight making her cunt clench. His head between her thighs, with a stare of lust and determination, his eyes dark and piercing.

It was a beautiful image.

Maybe she should have this painted instead.

“Let go, my dove.” He whispered, his voice slightly muffled by her, feeling himself hard against his breeches but biting back his own desires for her. Just this was better than the Seven Heavens, he was sure of it. Nothing would be sweeter than this, to bring her to the brink of pleasure and push her over for the very first time. “Let it take you, let it wash over you and just allow yourself to feel me.”

She did. Her body tensing up and expelling all air from her lungs, the cries of his name broken on her tongue as she tried to make sense of the intense feeling surging through her. The pressure releasing, her legs snapped shut around his head again but this time he did not stop her.

Oberyn wanted to see the full extent of her ecstasy, remember every sound, every little movement of her muscles beneath her skin as she shook.

Needed to memorize her expression as he brought her to completion.

He saw the tears in her eyes, overwhelmed by the feeling of him, of the rush inside of her.

She felt dizzy as it faded, as he slowed down his movements until he had fully helped her through it all, pressing gentle, wet kisses against her mound and lower belly, feeling how her deep breaths let it rise and fall.

“More, please, more.” She whispered into the silence after a few moments. Quiet and breathless, his ears perking up at the sound.

Intoxicated by the way his mouth had worked her to completion, by how good it had felt. There was an understanding in her now, for why he had sought out pleasure for all these years before they had found one another.

She never wanted this to end, craving more of him, more of their unity.

“Ah, my wife is a greedy one, I see.” Oberyn chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I will give you more, my love. My wife shall have everything, I shall give you all you want for - gowns, jewellery, pleasure. I shall spoil you rotten.”

“You already do.” She moaned, his mouth back on her, hissing at the slight sting she felt. “Fuck, you do, Oberyn. You do!”

This time, his tongue wandered lower, and she threw her head back into the sheets at the feeling of his talented tongue licking around her pulsing, aching hole before he pushed inside. His nose bumped against her clit, the wet, vulgar sounds becoming louder.

Lapping at her like a thirsty man would drink from an oasis in the desert. Like she was the life to sustain him, to keep him breathing.

He groaned against her in an unabashed fashion, letting his pleasure from this be known, mingling into the perfect symphony with her cries.

That sweet pleasure coursed through her, letting tears well up in her eyes as she tried to breathe, trying to form words in between her incoherent sounds.

Delirious and intoxicated.

“Oberyn, please! I’m-” She couldn’t finish her sentence, ecstasy stealing her breath away as he expertly pushed her over again, her hands pushing and pulling at his hair. Too much, too much and yet it was just right, riding wave after wave that crashed into her, washed over her.

Her hips bucked up against him, chasing his mouth as he pulled back, giving her some reprieve, hungrily kissing along her inner thigh with a groan.

“I knew you would enjoy this, my love.” He growled, nipping at her skin with his teeth and making her squeak. There was nothing more he wanted than to be buried inside of her right now, he couldn’t deny that. But he wouldn’t, instead planning to wear her out so thoroughly with his mouth that all of her worries would simply ease away. “My sweet, wonderful wife.”

So he kissed up her thigh to her knee, letting his lips wander over every inch of her, then venturing further over her calf.

“I do, my Viper. I do.” She whispered, each kiss sending a jolt through her. Until now she couldn’t have fathomed anything to be so intense and all consuming as this. To make her feel like she was on a cloud, drifting away while her new husband worshipped her.

“I am not through with you yet. You will feel the heights of pleasure tonight, I have promised you as such.”

And before long, his mouth found her core again, coaxing another orgasm from her, her voice turning hoarse as she whispered his name over and over like he was one of the Gods.

Maybe he was.

With the way he moved about her body, his hands wandering and feeling while his tongue worked her up to another peak and another.

Holding true on his promises and leaving her spent when he finally decided that she had experienced enough bliss. The candles around them long burned down, shrouding them in darkness, illuminated by the faint moonlight.

Oberyn left her boneless on the bed, eyes closed and breathing hard, she drifted in and out of the comforts of sleep, faintly feeling his strong hands manoeuvre her under the covers.

“Oberyn…” She mumbled, hearing him shush her like he had done so often this night. The bed dipped beside her, his heavy form laying next to her body, pulling her close.

Still feeling like she was floating, embraced by his warmth, the happiness from earlier this night returning. His lips pressed against hers, so tender and gentle as if he hadn’t just taken her apart with only his tongue.

“Sleep, my dove. My sweet, wonderful and kind wife.” He whispered, kissing her forehead as she slowly drifted into slumber. Gratefulness and love sat deep inside her chest as she did. “There will be much more to discover. So much more.”

She woke before the sun had risen, her body aching in the most delicious ways as she moved. Oberyn’s arms still embraced her, turning around in his grasp to look at his peaceful form.

Her husband.

It still felt like a dream, too good to be true. Even though his strong arms around her body and his handsome face right in front of her reminded her that it was in fact real. She could still feel his hands on her body, etched into her skin like a mark. A mark she would be happy to wear until all eternity.

Her gentle fingers found the bridge of his nose, brushing over it, taking in his features. Thinking about the sight of him between her thighs, worshipping her.

How he had lapped at her, like a thirsty, starving man who had found his paradise between her legs, finally finding it after a seemingly endless journey. Drinking from her to sustain himself, taking as much as he was giving, making said paradise blossom.

She felt warm at the thought, her fingers wandering over his tanned cheek. Never had she seen him like this and she found it strange to see him without his smirk when in her presence. Always smiling, making her laugh.

Breathing in and out at a steady pace. This would be the face which would greet her until all eternity, she realized. The arms which would hold her every night, his warm, firm body pressed against hers, still clothed unlike hers. A welcome image, making her smile wider as she brushed some hair from his forehead.

“My Viper.” She whispered, leaning forward to kiss him, first on the tip of his nose, then his lips. Soft beneath hers, his beard tickling her skin.

Desire awoke in her again at the touch, the vivid feelings from last night at the forefront of her mind. His arms wrapped around her tighter, startling her as he tiredly kissed her back, awoken by her featherlight touch.

Caressing her, chuckling quietly when she drew back. His dark eyes were so beautiful, piercing even when laced with sleep. The most beautiful eyes she had ever seen, full of love and admiration for her.

“My dove, my sweet wife.” He sighed, one of his hands smoothing over her bare hip, moving to her bottom.

Squeezing it gently and making her gasp.

Fanning the flames within her, humming deeply at his ministrations. She thought about his mouth, how he had used it on her, wondering if she could do the same for him.

She wanted to, a strange eagerness to pleasure him overtaking her, her hand wandering to the opening in his robe, feeling his warm, bare chest beneath.

The thought of consummating their marriage seemed more acceptable at this moment, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to fully give into the idea just yet.

Oberyn saw the look in her eyes, recognizing it in an instant. How often he had seen this exact gaze in others, how often had it preceded the most wonderful sensations. Yet here, with her, it made him proud, made him more hungry than it ever had made him before.

Despite that, concern mixed into his excitement. She had been so scared last night, inexperienced and her head filled with terrible tales. The emotion in her eyes seemed real, but he couldn’t help but be worried.

“I wish to give back to you, Oberyn.” She whispered, her hand wandering lower, resting on his covered belly. The tips of their noses were touching, eyes locked onto another. “You made me feel the most incredible sensations, and I wish to pleasure you. Let me use my mouth like you used yours.”

His heart skipped a beat at her words, surprised by her sudden boldness. He had always known that her soul simply needed a gentle nudge to bloom and come alive. That the fierceness he saw in her every day extended into far more facettes of her being.

It was as if a new spirit had taken over her, leaving her more confident.

“Please, Oberyn. I wish to give to you what you gave to me.” She whispered intently when he hesitated, still scared of the actual act itself, but more than willing to reciprocate his love and devotion the way he had shown it to her.

“My dove, this is about you, not me.” He whispered back, cupping her cheek in his large palm. Rough and calloused from years of training, years of fighting. “I cannot allow this in any good faith.”

“Please.”

The way she looked at him, so eager and determined. How could he say no? She wanted this, even if he wanted these glorious morning hours to be devoted to her only. Devoted to the beginning of their life together, the sun only starting to show the top of its face in the far distance of the horizon.

“Promise me that this wish is not borne out of any obligation you feel towards me.” Oberyn said, needing to rule out that the loving, kind spirit of her being drove her actions instead of her own desire. “This is borne from you, your own heart.”

She nodded, whispering a small Yes back in answer to his question.

He sighed, kissing her forehead with an affirmative hum. Feeling the excitement grow within him, his cock twitching at the thought of her mouth.

What a wonderful wife he had.

But as he watched her naked body emerge from beneath the covers, his brows furrowed, seeing her move to the side of the bed, attempting to slide off of it.

Oberyn grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks and she looked up at him, confused. Looking so beautiful, with the sun slowly painting the skies behind her a beautiful purple, driving away the darkness. Her hair tousled, shallow lines on her face from sleep.

“What are you doing, my dove?” He asked, sitting up.

Her brows knit together in confusion, mirroring his gaze.

“Getting on my knees, just like you did, Oberyn.” She answered, genuine about her intentions. Watching him shake his head, pulling her towards him.

“No.” He replied, looking at her intently. “I won’t allow you to. My wife will not kneel before me.”

“But, Oberyn-” Her attempt to argue was squashed by the look he gave her.

“I am to worship you, kneel before you on the floor to show you my devotion, to show you pleasure.” Oberyn said, looking at her kneeling on the bed in front of him. She seemed more demure again suddenly, more timid. But the lust still blazed in her eyes. “Far too many wives expect it to be their place, on the floor in front of their husbands. Not you. You will not kneel on the floor today, my dove.”

Her heart warmed at his words, smiling and leaning forward to kiss him, her hands wandering to the thin robe he still wore. His words touched her, so thoughtful of meanings she hadn’t even thought about yet.

She wanted to kneel before him, just as he had done the night before, but she cared deeply for his words.

Slowly she opened his robe as she kissed him, letting her hands wander over his toned chest, down to the soft swell of his stomach. Touching and exploring like he had, her lips mirroring the paths he had painted onto her not too long ago, kissing down his jaw, to that point which had felt so good on her, below his ear.

Revelling in the way his breath hitched when she ventured down further, kissing every inch of him.

In the way his hands threaded into her hair, moving it out of her gorgeous face to watch her.

“You are a fast learner, my dove.” He chuckled and she felt the vibrations ripple through him. A smile broke on her face, feeling encouraged by him, by the way he touched her, the way he loved her.

“I am, am I not?” She giggled, sitting back up when she had reached his navel, the patch of dark hair which travelled into his breeches. Sitting back on her legs, she admired him for a moment, his tan skin glowing in the faintest orange from the rising sun, his beautiful body on display for her, almost as naked as she was.

Littered with scars like she had thought him to be, both small and large in size, some deep and some shallow. Faint and bold, her finger tracing along some of them.

Looking like one of the Gods. Made in their image.

“You look beautiful, Oberyn.” She whispered, her hands wandering to the strings on his breeches, needing to see what lay beneath them. The outline of him was prominent, leaving little to the imagination. “May I?”

He smiled, leaning forward to gently capture her lips with his own. One of his hands smoothed up her arm, feeling her nerves well up again. Attempting to calm her.

“Of course, my dove.”

She smiled, rubbing the bridge of her nose along his just as he had done, her shaky fingers untying the string. Peeling back the dark fabric, she couldn’t hold back the gasp that left her lungs at the sight of him, springing free.

She had been right to be scared, to be nervous and while she felt a strange desire at the sight of his cock, angry and leaking, she couldn’t help but feel nervous all over again.

Oberyn just watched, slowly leaning back once more, her fingers trailing through the dark, coarse hair at the base. Just letting her explore on her own, hissing softly when she touched him, featherlight as if she was unsure.

Soft like velvet, throbbing and bouncing. The dark tip glistened with something.

She ran her finger over the prominent vein at the underside, then drew back, deciding to take his trousers off entirely first. Needing him fully exposed like she was, she tugged them down his legs, revealing his toned thighs and calves, hardened from years of training.

Like the Gods.

Wrapping her hand around him, she looked up to his face, seeing the intense gaze of his as he watched her fingers before his dark eyes met her own. Upon seeing the uncertainty in her, Oberyn gave her an encouraging smile, her touch setting him on fire unlike anyone had ever done before.

“You’re doing well, love. Keep going.” He said, his heart fluttering at her smile, his legs opening a bit wider. “Just move your hand, if you wish.”

She nodded, doing as he said. Leaning down to take him in her mouth, she was stopped by his hand on her shoulder.

“You best lay down on your belly for that.” He suggested, his voice growing thinner. This woman would rob him of his last sanity and he hadn’t even felt her properly just yet. “It will be easier on your body and I will be able to see your face, my love.”

“Oh.” She replied, the simple sound making him chuckle. Shifting into position between his opened legs, feeling awkward as she did. He beckoned her closer, helping her so her arms were positioned over his hips, her elbows resting on the sheets.

So close to him, her hot breath fanning over his sensitive skin. The hunger clear in her eyes as his cock was right in front of her, still gripped by nervousness.

Ducking her head, she pressed small kisses against his belly, then over his hip bones. Peering up at him through her lashes only to find him fixated on her, his hand coming up to gather her hair in a loose grip, just to get it out of the way. Watching how she teased him, his aching cock brushing along her cheek, trying to tame his hips which were squirming in anticipation.

Excruciatingly slow she moved back a little, lifting her head and taking him into one hand again. Oberyn’s breathing became heavier, seeing her lips descend and press against the head of his cock, like she was kissing it. Her tongue darted out, licking over the slit and grimacing a little at the taste of the pre-cum.

He couldn’t help the chuckle, warm and without malice, making her smile and giggle in return.

“Salty.” She remarked curiously, then resumed kissing him. Over and over, pressing her soft lips against the head, trailing them down the length of it. Just following what she thought was right, peering up at him now and then as if to ask for encouragement.

She moved so deliberately and gently that it looked like she was worshipping him. Worshipping his aching cock while laying in between his legs. Making his blood boil hotter than the sun, mesmerized by the sight of her.

“What a sight you are, my sweet dove.” He breathed out, fingers running along her scalp as she moved back up to the head. “My sweet wife. You are doing so well, simply keep kissing it.”

She felt warmth spread through her at the praise, the pressure in her abdomen returning.

But this was about him.

“Does it feel good?” She whispered in between kisses, letting her tongue dart out again, giving the sensitive tip the tiniest lick.

“Divine.” He moaned, the sight of her too much. She looked beautiful, her contours slowly being bathed in orange hues as the sun rose higher. “You may take it into your wonderful mouth, my dove. If you wish.”

She nodded, doing as he said, opening her mouth just a little to take in the head, already feeling heavy on her tongue. Did she just move her tongue now as he had done with her?

Or should she take more of him?

She decided on moving her tongue, licking at the head and experimentally sucking on it like he had on her clit, the deep groan that left him making her feel proud. Proud to be able to give back what he had shown her last night.

“By the old Gods and the new, nothing will feel more divine than this, my dove.” Oberyn moaned, his fingers twitching in her hair, clearly trying to hold back. Unwilling to scare her away, just letting her explore as she saw fit. “You feel wonderful, so wonderful. My cock on your tongue, what a sight.”

She took more of him, gently bobbing her head, knowing she was doing right when he kept making those wonderful sounds above her. Groaning and moaning with every movement, ecstasy overtaking his body.

Her own, private melody, her own song.

She wanted to hear more of it, becoming more eager, more assured with her movements, lifting her head to kiss it again, her hand spreading the saliva over what she couldn’t fit into her mouth, stroking him. Liking what she was doing, the heavy feeling of when he was in her mouth, her desire growing by the second but wanting to see what pleasure looked like for him. What his face would look like when he reached the heights that she had at the mercy of his mouth.

And as she continued, alternating between kissing him and bobbing her head on him, she didn’t feel scared or nervous anymore. She wanted him, needed him. Needed to know what his cock would feel like inside of her.

Needed to be one with him, beyond what they were doing right now. She was growing impatient, feeling so safe and so loved in his presence, here between his legs, that she did not want to wait much longer.

“My viper, I want you.” She breathed out when she lifted her head, her hand stilling for a moment. Pupils blown wide, a nearly ravenous expression on her face. “Please, Oberyn, my love.”

It took a moment for him to realize what she meant, finding it difficult to form a coherent thought with how close he was to his own peak, lost in the feeling of her lips around him.

“Are you sure, my sweet?” He asked, cupping her cheeks with both hands as she rose onto her hands and knees, her face close to his. “Do not feel pressured on my behalf-”

Slotting her lips against his, she cut him off, kissing him with such vigour he knew she was firm in her words. She moaned when he kissed her back, his hands on her body as he rose, moving her to lay down onto the silk bedding, never leaving her lips, staying connected to her.

Moving to her neck again as she laid below him, kissing and sucking at that sensitive spot below her ear.

“Oberyn, please.” She moaned, eyes half-lidded, squirming beneath his broad body. Hair splayed out like a halo around her head, tinged in orange sunlight. “Do not tease me, please.”

As he hovered above her, he took a moment to take her in. All of her, all his but not owned by him. Still as free as a bird for he would never cage her, make her submit, but this sight of her only for him to enjoy. The curves of her body, the way she breathed heavily, squirmed in anticipation and desperation.

All his. His wife.

Still unbelieving that this was reality, settling himself between her spread thighs. He was able to see her heart beat against her ribcage once more, just as he had wished to see it, pumping hard because of lust and not of anxiety.

His cock rested against her thigh, heavy and leaking and aching for her, aching to fully become one with her.

“Tell me you want this, my sweet.” He breathed, positioning himself so the head of him pushed against her aching hole. Ready to have him, inviting him in. “Tell me, my love. You want this, you want to become mine in body and heart and soul the way I want to become yours.”

She cupped his cheeks, eyes only on his as she nodded. Her heart swelling with every word that tumbled from his lips in the dawn, his handsome features lined by orange hues.

“Yes, Oberyn. I want this.” Her answer was a whisper but it did not lack in fervour. Smiling up at him, tears in her eyes, knowing what she was doing was right and that she was happy for this to be her life, with him by her side. “I wish to be yours, in body and heart and soul, connected to you until all eternity, until our hair turns grey and our bodies wither with the run of time.”

It was as if they held their very own, private wedding ceremony. Just the two of them to witness their words, to witness their love and passion and pleasure.

“Until all that remains of us are two stars in the night sky, our names a whispered memory.” He said, kissing her, his hips slowly pressing forward.

It took her by surprise, her gasp swallowed by his mouth as he carefully pushed inside of her, a groan rumbling in his chest.

A feeling like no other, feeling full as he stilled inside of her, his forehead resting against hers and breathing hard. The smallest laughter shared between them before their lips met again and again, his hands wandering all over her body, grabbing and pulling at every inch.

He could remain here forever, buried inside her, their lips meeting in a fiery passion, fuelled by their love for one another, the desire to feel, to be one.

Her embrace warm and welcoming, her arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer. She wished she could crawl inside of his skin, mentally cursing herself for having been so scared of this.

Mentally cursing everyone who had told her tales of pain and misery, of simply enduring the first night and every night thereafter. Not one had mentioned the intense love and desire, the feeling of needing another human more than she needed water to drink or air to breathe.

The feeling of completion, like she had found a piece of herself in him which made her feel whole.

No. Like an addition to herself, an extension.

“Please.” She mumbled against his lips, her hands roaming over his back, feeling the muscles dance beneath his skin. “Oberyn.”

He understood, kissing her cheek when he moved his hips, pulling out of her almost entirely before sinking back in, and the sweet moan that left her was music to his ears.

Sweeter than any of the sounds he had pulled from her before, breathy and high-pitched.

Looking magnificent in her ecstasy.

“My sweet dove.” He groaned, setting a slow rhythm, trying to hold himself back. Her mouth and hands had brought him close before and her sweet cunt made him feel dizzy, too close to the edge for his own liking. He needed to savour this, drag this out, for her and for himself. Wishing to remember this forever. “Tell me what you are feeling, tell me all.”

A sloppy kiss met the corner of his mouth, trailing to his jaw.

“Complete, full and complete and ecstatic.” She moaned against his skin, her nails digging into his back. Driving in and out of her repeatedly, brushing against spots inside of her that made her feel lightheaded, her toes curling. “I never want this to end.”

He chuckled, kissing her cheek.

“This is what the Seven Heavens must feel like.” Oberyn groaned, his thrusts falling out of rhythm, overwhelmed by her. Her tightness, her embrace, her warmth. “Here, buried in your sweet cunt lies paradise, just for us.”

Nodding, her lips found his again, so close once again.

Tears running down her temples, settling in her hair. Feeling nothing but him, the world ceasing to exist while entangled with him, becoming drunk off the pleasure.

Her peak reached her so suddenly, she couldn’t do much more than whimper against his mouth, her arms pulling him into her. Breathless, her body set ablaze.

The feelings so much more intense than before, feeling him shudder and then still against her through the haze in her mind. Their lips never stopping, her name tumbling from his and right into her mouth, as if he was praying to the Gods above.

Basking in the afterglow, he kissed her cheeks, her temples wet with tears, shushing her gently as she cried. Tears of joy, of happiness unlike no other.

He could not imagine himself with anyone else, everyone that had come before her paling in contrast.

The sun warmed their skin, the sky a bright orange, fading into pinks and purples at the very edges. Dipping everything it touched into its mesmerizing hues.

“I love you, Oberyn.” She whispered, so quietly that he almost didn’t hear. Stroking his cheek, tears still in her eyes, barely open from exhaustion, from bliss. “My sweet Viper, my husband.”

Oberyn smiled, slowly pulling out of her, already missing her warmth and tightness. He rolled them over to the side, carefully guiding her spent body. Admiring the beauty of her in the rays of the sun, casting beautiful shadows across her face, making her look like a fabled creature.

Glowing like the sun itself.

His Sun.

“And I love you, my Sun.” He whispered back, brushing some hair from her forehead. Seeing her brows knit together at the new name. “My wonderful wife.”

“My Sun?” She echoed his words, finding a warmth and safety in the name.

“You are my Sun, my sweet. The centre of my being, my warmth and my light.” He said, smiling gently, cupping her cheek. “Us Dornish worship our sun. She gives us food, she gives us life. A new day in her safety and guidance. She is sacred to us, without her, there would only be darkness and coldness.”

Her heart soared at his words, a sob leaving her, overwhelmed by his gentleness and his affection.

“You are my Sun now. Without you, my life would be dark.” He continued, brushing away her tears, filled with nothing but unbridled love for her in this moment. “And I am your Moon. Shining brightly only in your light, in your presence. Cold without your warmth, without your bright smile.”

She couldn’t find words to match his, everything she thought of seeming inconsequential.

But he was not done. His heart so full for her, as she laid in the light of the rising sun, embracing each other's spent bodies.

“Before you, my life was nothing but the chase for pleasure, to forget what I have lost.” Tears welling up in his eyes as well, a sight she had never seen before, raising a hand to wipe them away as they fell. Knowing somehow he was talking about Elia. “But now, with you by my side, there is no more need for such chases. All the pleasure of the world lies within you. In the warm heart beneath your ribs, your gentle kiss and sweet embrace. In this sweet cunt between your legs.”

She giggled between her sobs. Of course he couldn’t just not mention it.

But she felt sadness, her heart breaking at the thought of his dead sister. Of this sweet, loving man drowned in darkness and sorrow, trying to find something to take away the pain her death had caused.

He hadn’t talked of her much just yet, the memory too painful.

Hoping that he would now, after he had found a light to guide him out of the darkness.

“I wish to show you the world, to experience all the world has to offer us with you by my side. To give you all the children you wish for, tiny viperlings in the image of us.” More words which brought forth more tears. Ever the poet, ever spilling his aching heart. “All that will heal my broken heart. Healing it further as you have already begun to heal it, my Sun, unbeknownst to you. Every moment spent with my daughters, treating them like your own, giving them your love, all of that put another broken piece back into place.”

“Oh, Oberyn. My Viper, my Moon.” She whispered, wiping away more tears as her own continued to spill. Leaning up to kiss them from his cheeks, brushing her nose against his. “I do not have the words to explain what I feel for you. They feel inadequate to everything you have just said.”

Oberyn chuckled, moving to kiss her lips, those sweet, soft lips.

“There is no need, my Sun. Your touch and your smile are enough to let me know just what you’re thinking, what you are feeling. Let me worship you as you ought to be worshipped in this moment.”

Pressing their foreheads together as they lay in the glowing sun, tangled limbs and tangled souls warmed by it.

Just breathing, just feeling.

Connected in their very beings, basking in each other’s presence.

The love they felt was enough to sustain them for a hundred lifetimes.

The Viper and his Sun.

In a bond formed of love.

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PSA - Community Predator

Over a series of months, myself and other Tumblr users -- fic writers, gif makers, fans of created content -- have been victimised by @mrkdvidal1989, who has extensively lied about who he is, preyed on multiple women and denied involvement -- therefore ruining friendships, reputations and feelings, and promised me life-saving medical treatment that he never followed through on.

More information including mine and their stories under the cut.

The reason I am going public with this is twofold:

A) To protect others from being hurt. He is known to reach out to many tumblr users, especially young women in the Cillian Murphy fandom -- but he may have a wider reach beyond this circle. B) Since his "disappearance" three weeks ago and the unravelling of his lies, this man has ruined my life and the only hope I had of obtaining treatment for a condition that has been plaguing me for four years.

Killian Vidal is the name he has chosen to give us, and has claimed to be both a officer commander and general in the mobility troop in the SAS (the general rank does not even exist), has beaten cancer a while ago (but said to another mutual that his "time was running out" and he is currently struggling with it), and a plethora of other life experiences and general knowledge about him that varies in consistency when talking to different people and is questionable in its validity. He has also shared pictures of "himself" that when reverse image searched, belong to different people.

I got to know Kill when he reblogged one of my fanfics (as the story seems to start with a lot of his victims) and he reached out via DMs. We quickly became close friends who called nearly every day on Discord and when I told him about my health issues, he immediately offered to pay for my medical treatment wherever I could find willing doctors.

I was hesitant to believe this at first since all of this seemed too good to be true (and was). He claimed to be very wealthy, enough to afford private jets like it was nothing and to rent me an apartment in the UK in the same building as him. Over time, I grew to trust him because he felt like such a genuine person and friend, which was made all the more believable by the fact that he has such a huge following on Tumblr and was, at the time, part of a vast social network of fans and friends (one of which he even claimed to know IRL -- who will remain anonymous unless they decide to speak out). I decided to ignore the little red flags because I was so desperate to receive this treatment that for me would be life-saving.

For four years, I have been plagued by an array of (mostly) undiagnosed digestive issues that have made my life almost unbearable and have on numerous occasions nearly killed me due to malnutrition. I've spent months in hospital, endured years of malpractice and misdiagnoses, undergone heart surgery, and have tried absolutely everything I can to get better. In the winter of 2023, I was told by my doctor that I was refused in the TPN program (a treatment that may have slowed or stopped my weight loss) and that with or without it, I was looking at mortality. Refusing to stop fighting but having exhausted the public health care system in Canada, I went into 2024 not really having much hope of anything anymore.

So, when Kill came along, that changed. He promised -- and I mean, from the bottom of his heart, promised -- that he would help me get treatment, that he would get me out of my abusive home and fly me to the UK, that he would be there for me as my friend, etc. I was beyond grateful, and as my trust with him built, so did my hope.

The travel plans kept getting put off; originally, he would fly me out as soon as the apartment became available, which was the 11th of Feb, 2024. He kept finding excuses to not book the jet. Finally, it seemed as if around the 15th/16th I would be flying. My health had been declining rapidly and the situation was becoming all the more urgent, and he said he was in contact with a pilot and would send the ticket soon and call me.

That was the last I heard from him. The 16th.

Initially thinking he had ended his life (he had discussed thoughts of suicide with me prior to this), I was beside myself with worry not only thinking one of my closest friends was gone but also that my chance at life was. I reached out to his other friends, and I made several calls to the UK authorities and emergency services and ended up requesting a welfare check be made to see if he was even alive.

They reported that no one under the name Killian Vidal was in the records of the building name he gave me -- the same building that I was meant to live in within that week.

After reaching out to my now beloved friend @kittenonpluto (A.K.A., Cas) on Tumblr, I learned that Kill was in fact alive, and had told her that he was in hospital for digestive issues in Indianopolis, United States (though again, no record of his name in their medical system). He still wouldn't talk to me, but told her to tell me that he would reach out when he was out of hospital.

Cas and I compared information he'd told us (her story will be attached to this post) and looked into the mystery more. He constantly dodged confrontation and questions about the fake photos and information he'd sent her, and seemed to use his completely fabricated hospitalisation as an excuse to not fulfil his promises to myself and her, as well as a means to garner sympathy.

It was quite obvious that he didn't know how the American medical system worked, and he even incorporated elements of my actual story and used them in his. When asked about his treatments, he responded with medically false information. He reported digestive issues, reflux, and having both an NG tube and TPN -- both of which I have experience with -- and let me say, I am beyond disgusted and infuriated that my real life trauma was used as a ploy in all this.

How do we know for a fact this is false? I checked the police case for his welfare check again, and they said that they confirmed him being in the UK at the same time he had told Cas he was in hospital in the States.

After a final confrontation from both Cas and myself (and a desperate final plea for the medical aid he promised me), he was never heard from again from either of us or our friend circles.

I'm now having to pick up the pieces he's left me in and to be honest, I have little to no idea of what the hell to do or how to save myself. The fact that he strung me along for a month and built up my hope that I was going to live only to abandon me without even a word is deplorable to me.

And mine isn't the only story. I've heard from four women on Tumblr (who, again, will remain anonymous unless they choose to speak out) who he has been romantic or sexually involved with (and lied about his involvement, made them out to seem insane or toxic, created rifts in our friendships, toyed with their emotions, and made false promises to of relationships, marriage, and finances).

And that's not including the ex-wife who came back to Tumblr to claim that her and Kill had never met nor married. She was promptly silenced by a "lawyer threat" that we have strong reason to believe was a bluff.

At the end of the day, there are so many lies, half-truths, inconsistencies, etc. this man has wrapped himself in and we don't know for the life of us what his motives are, but from the information that we do know is false, he isn't genuine. He toys with people. He hurts them. Myself and the others that have been affected by this want that to stop.

And at any point, he has the ability to make a new account, and take on a new persona, pretend to be someone else. Tumblr is a wonderful place and I have met so many cool people on here, but please be careful about who you interact with and what you share, because aside from making this post, it is beyond my power to stop him from doing what he does. But after what he did to me, I could not remain silent.

Other Stories

If you have an experience or story with Killian that you would like heard, please reblog it on this thread or make a post. With your consent, I can include a link to it below.

kittenonpluto's story

aurorag98's story

everyoneisawhore's story

your-nanas-house's story

hllywdwhre's story

Final Note

Lastly, if you have read this far, thank you.

If you want to reach out to me about this issue -- whether it's to anonymously share your experience, ask questions, ask for evidence (of which I can back up these statements with), or anything at all --, please do not hesitate to do so. <3

For those who may be worried about the potential legality of this post, everything that I have stated as fact is fact and it is not my intention to slander or spread false information.

#PSA #predator warning #my story with Killian #Cillian Murphy #Peaky Blinders #mrkdvidal1989

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Chapter 18 - All For You

Guys, I fear this one may be worse than the last angsty one I wrote. Am I getting better or worse? – I have no clue…I’m just in a super angsty mood rn

Also, I know that it “Born to Break Records” I said that Max didn’t know about reader’s godfather passing. What I meant to say was that he didn’t know at the time when he gave reader the trophy after she won her debut f2 race. But, because reader has a special helmet for Imola since Lorenzo was Italian, she’d have to tell him about the helmet.

TW: EMOTIONAL ABUSE, HARSH LANGUAGE, SHITTY PARENTS, AND PHYSICAL ABUSE

I am prepared for the therapy bills…

How does someone write “and they swapped spit” in a romantic way?? Asking for a friend

Like always comments, questions, concerns, reblogs, and likes are always appreciated!

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It couldn’t be them.

You blinked and stared in the direction that you had been previously looking. Your eyes narrowed as you gazed at the small crack of the garage and where the gate was. You quickly placed your special helmet down on a table and dodged mechanics as you stepped out. Mitch barely glanced at your leaving as you often went to visit other drivers before the race if you had time. And today, the parade was a bit earlier, so most of the drivers used this time to destress a bit more than usual.

As you got closer, two familiar people stood out to you. Right now, they were arguing with one of the Red Bull security guards. Your face grimaced as you could hear the shouting multiple feet away.

As you got closer, your blood ran colder. You knew it was a bad idea to come out here, but it was like a moth to a flame or even a lamb to a slaughter. You couldn’t stop your feet until you were just a few steps away.

“Mom? Dad?”

The group of three’s heads swerved toward yours. The security guard, who you recognized to be Frederik, looked at you with a questioning face. The other two looked relieved but also angry at you.

Your father rolled his eyes and pointed toward you before yelling at Fred. “See, I told you that we were her parents, now let us in,” he demanded.

Your heart dropped a bit at the statement. You were never one to stand up to your father, especially when he was already angry.

Your hear barely nodded, almost as if you were trying to even convince yourself that you were fine with them invading your life.

Fred looked over with concern.

“It’s ok Fred.”

“Are you sure kid?”

Your mother huffed. “She said it was fine. Now let us through.”

Fred sure took his sweet time to unlock the gate, something that you could find some thankfulness for.

Your mother came close to you first and wrapped you in an awkward hug: one that you did not return as it was too quick to reciprocate. Your father just stood there, with the same disappointing stare he always had.

You put your hands to the side. “What are you two doing here? Last I knew is that you wanted nothing to do with me.”

Your father rolled his eyes and your mother let out a squawk. “Is that what you’ve been telling your friends? Goodness gracious child, going around speaking lies.”

You winced at her demeaning tone.

Your father spoke next. “You make it into Formula 1 and forget everything that we did for you? How fucking pathetic.” He all but spit out the last word.

“Kid!”

Your head whipped around at lightning speed. Mitch was waving at you from the garage, a curious look on your face.

You tried to give her a smile, but it didn’t quite reach your face. “Coming!” You turned toward your parents. “You can follow me, but please do not touch anything and just stand in the corner.”

That earned another round of scoffs and groans.

“Someone has gotten bratty I see,” you mother seethed.

You paid no attention and walked back to the garage. You only knew that they followed you because you had memorized their footprints long ago when you were too scared to even get out of your room on multiple occasions. There was a difference between their normal strides, angry strides, and sneaky strides that they used when they tried to “catch” you doing something you shouldn’t have been doing – like getting an extra snack because they “forgot” to make you dinner.

You had hoped that Max, Christian, Vito, or even Mitch would be right there when you walked in, but the universe definitely hated you today. The said four were standing in a little circle, probably going over some last minute data. You had stopped in the entrance and watched them, scared that they would ask questions.

While you were watching, a rough shove was directed toward your back, sending you to the floor and making a noise. Your knees were definitely bruised now and your hands were scraped on the concrete. Max, Christian, Mitch, and Vito all turned toward the noise. You had just gotten back up and continued walking, parents behind you.

Some of the engineers had watched your father push you and were starting to question as to who he thought he was, pushing you around like that.

“Oops, didn’t see you there,” your father said.

Vito’s back straightened in defense when his eyes looked at your parents. You shot him a sorry look as he made eye contact with you.

“Ah there you are kid. We were just going over some last minute notes. Who might this be?” Christian asked, walking toward you. Right now, he was thinking that they might be some older couple that you might have known from your childhood.

Boy, was he wrong.

Your eyes glanced back at your parents and sent Christian a look, trying to communicate to him that you really didn’t want these two in the garage.

“Uh, Christian, these are my parents.” Your hands lightly raised in the air, as if to show them off.

Christian’s eyes darkened as he looked at the couple. Max behind him was mentally killing them both. Mitch was just wondering about how she could get you out of this uncomfortable situation.

“Y/n didn’t tell me that we’d be having personal guests today,” Christian said, folding his arms in a defensive pose.

You prayed that your father wouldn’t roll his eyes at your boss.

Your father only stared at the slightly taller Brit before looking at you, annoyance evident on his face. Your mother, once again, scoffed.

“Wow,” your mother let off a very fake giggle, “our own daughter didn’t tell you that we were coming? Shows you how much appreciation kids have these days.” Another fake laugh followed.

Max winced at the sight of your crest-fallen face. You looked absolutely miserable.

“Hmmm, doesn’t sound like our kid.” Christian tried to back you up.

Your mother had walked over to where you special Imola helmet was laying. She picked it up and twirled it around.

It was a beautiful piece of work. The colors of the Italian flag blended beautifully. On the side you had Lorenzo’s crest with his birthdate and death-date underneath as a tribute to him. You watched as her lip curled in disgust. But, you also saw as one of the mechanics came up and took it directly from her, telling her that no one but you or authorized personelle should be touching it.

Christian spoke up again, “Well, we are very busy right now and I need to speak to my drivers.”

But before Christian could get you away, Max stepped forward, a false smile on his lips and a hand stretched out.

“Max Verstappen, three time World Champion.’

You knew this shpeel very well. Max only said the whole title when he was over someone’s bullshit, or he knew that they were just using him for his fame.

Your father had some type of dumbstruck look as he took Max’s hand. The fuming Dutchman used this opportunity to tightly squeeze his hand, tighter than a normal handshake should have been. It made him happy to see your father wince at the grip.

Your father’s hand then came and rested on your shoulder. You tensed as his grip got much harder and harder, probably leaving yet another bruise. “My daughter has a lot to accomplish if you’re her teammate. Good thing she doesn’t have the talent to outshine you.”

You hated it when your father belittled you. He had done this multiple times in front of old friends. He was a manipulator and a narcissist. Your breath, that had been a bunch of harsh inhales and exhales, started to hitch. Clear signs of a panic attack were just around the corner. And your team could tell that you were about to possibly have a meltdown if you didn’t get out now.

Mitch finally spoke up. “We have a race in just under 30 minutes and I need to privately go over something with my drivers. Max and Y/n, please follow me. Christian, I need you as well and Vito you know what to do, we’ll be in the main driver’s room (Max’s driver room).”

Your manager gave your parents one last glare before rushing out of the Red Bull garage.

Mitch was totally bullshitting them because it was actually closer to 45 full minutes rather than less than 30.

Max held your shoulders, much lighter than your father had. He noticed your breathing had started to pick up. He sent a worried glance at the Team Principal who was currently clearing the way.

To you, it felt like your head was underwater. Everything was blurry as you looked at the world through tears, and your head felt as though it was stuffed with cotton. Your skin felt tingly and it pricked where Max’s hands were now gently holding your elbows as he guided you to the room. You could barely hear them trying to get you to calm down.

Once in the room, you had sunk to the floor and wrapped your arms around yourself, as a means of protection. Hands waved in front of your face, trying to get your attention as you stared numbly forward. Each wave shook a flinch out of your body.

A sudden inhale brought on ugly sobs as you tried to breath out apologies for things you didn’t know.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. Please, please don’t hurt…me.”

Your speech was broken, along with the hearts of Max, Mitch, and Christian who watched their strong girl break down because of someone who should have loved you. Quick knocks on the door alerted the room of someone else.

You suddenly froze, not breathing, as you were thinking that your parents were about to invade yet another safe space. Yet, your vision was filled with red and familiar cologne.

Your body acted on autopilot as your arms wrapped around the familiar figure of your boyfriend.

His voice was still fuzzy as he started to rock you back and forth.

Arthur looked around at the pained faces of your teammate, race engineer, manager, and team principal as they all looked down at you.

Christian kneeled down next to the younger Monegasque. “Is there anything we can do?”

He thought for a moment. You were curled sideways in his lap. Your legs were scrunched in fetal position, arms wrapped around his bicep as you clung to him. Your head rested against his chest with your eyes still closed.

“Her blood sugar gets low after an attack, can someone find some juice?” Vito and Christian all but bolted out the door.

“Mitch can you turn off the light? And Max, please rub her back. I’d do it, but her arms are wrapped around mine.”

The lights suddenly dimmed behind your eyelids and a hand gently touched your bad, trying to see if you’d flinch. When your back didn’t tense, Max continued to apply gentle pressure and his hand moved in small circles.

A big sigh escaped your lips as you came down from your sobs. Your lungs burned with each ragged breath, but they were thankful for new oxygen.

Your eyes remained closed as you took a minute to get your bearings in order. You tried to count down in your head starting from 100, which normally helped you calm down faster. You finally cracked your eyes open and sat up a bit straighter. The hand that was soothing on your back lifted away. A whine almost escaped your lips, but you reeled it in.

Arthur took notice of your open eyes and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “How are you doing? You were out of it for a while. Much longer than usual.”

You hummed. “I’m ok. A bit…”

“Thirsty?” The voice of your manager sounded as he walked in with multiple juice boxes in his arms, Christian behind him with even more juice boxes, and a certain Monegasque driver carried a variety of snacks in his arms.

Your eyes widened with excitement as your hand reached up to grab an apple juice from Vito. Arthur quickly took it from you and pressed the straw in and held it to your lips.

“Small sips,” he reminded you. You wanted to roll your eyes, but you knew he was right.

After a couple of sips, you asked, “How long was it this time.”

Your legs finally stretched out from their crunched position.

“Almost twenty minutes,” Mitch told you, handing you an icepack to put on your head. She guessed that you may be prone to migraines after panic attacks and got you one just in case. Mitch was glad to see you take it and put it on your head immediately.

The room was silent for a moment, before Max spoke.

“Kid, what were they doing here?”

You sighed. “I thought I saw them and I went to go check it out. Turns out it was them, and I really can’t speak up against my dad when he’s angry.”

Arthur concluded, “So he bullied you into getting what he wanted?”

You winced at the word, but nodded just the same.

Christian spoke up. “I couldn’t get them kicked out of the grand prix since they had tickets, but they aren’t going to be in the garage. Do you feel all right to race today?”

“You don’t have to kid if you aren’t feeling well,” Mitch also added on.

You shook your head. “No, I want to race.”

The room knew what this weekend meant for you. When you had happily shown them your new helmet, their eyes had welled with tears as you talked about the man who loved you more than life itself.

Max, who hadn’t known until Wednesday, had given you the biggest hug when it was a good moment. You didn’t know who was comforting who at that moment, but the hug would go down in your list of top 5 hugs ever.

Arthur sensed that you wanted to stand by the way you were wiggling. He slowly helped you to his feet as he pressed another juice box into your hands. Charles quickly opened a bag of Cheetos as you stared at the orange bag.

“I ran to Logan,” he simply stated. He knew that the American was the one who always had your favorite snacks on hand. One, because it was a big American brand, and two, the blond had a soft spot for you and always kept them stocked.

You took the orange twist and happily munched on the snack. The digital clock on Max’s desk showed that there was about 10 minutes left until you needed to get into the car. You quickly finished the small bag and chugged the rest of the juice.

Christian had to step out and start heading to the pit wall. Mitch followed the older Brit so that she could get to her spot inside the garage. Max and Charles left because Max needed to go over some things with GP, while Charles had to run back to Ferrari to get into his own car.

Vito stayed behind to check on you for just a few more moments. He knew first-hand how scared your dad and mom made you feel.

Then it was just you and Arthur for a couple of minutes. Your forehead pressed against his.

“Thank you, for coming to help.”

Arthur chuckled. “You really need to stop scaring me. No flipping today, ok?”

You nodded before he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips this time. He tried his best not to smile into the kiss, but he couldn’t help it.

You gently punched his chest. “Thur, you do that every single time.”

Arthur brought you back closer. “It’s just because you make me so happy chéri.”

You gave him another peck, before you led him out of the room. He helped you put your helmet on, and did his ritual “forehead kiss” to the top of it. With your handshake also done, you climbed into your car. The mechanics who had seen you with your parents made sure that you were all right. They were met with a bright smile and a thumbs up from you.

For this race, you qualified rather high. Max had pouted because today had been a Ferrari front-row lock out. You had to remind him that he had beaten Charles before from starting father back. It seemed to pacify the Dutchman.

Starting Grid

Charles Leclerc

Carlos Sainz

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Y/n L/n

George Russell

Lewis Hamilton

Daniel Ricciardo

Logan Sargeant

Alex Albon

Oscar Piastri

Lance Stroll

Fernando Alonso

Yuki Tsunoda

Nico Hulkenberg

Pierre Gasly

Esteban Ocon

Valtteri Bottas

Zhou Guanyu

Kevin Magnussen

To say this would be one of your worst races (and you'd DNF-ed before), would be an understatement. Your migraine had come back and your water was completely out by the last quarter of the race. You hadn’t been able to keep Charles off for long for Max to catch up, which made Charles take the lead in the second half.

Max had also been confused as you had dropped behind him as well when you should have been your strongest.

You loved racing, but today you hated it. Your brain felt as though it was pounding with a sledge hammer against your skull.

“For the first time in almost two years, Charles Leclerc has grabbed a victory. Charles Leclerc is the winner of the 2024 Imola Grand Prix. Max Verstappen clinches second with his rookie teammate Y/n L/n right behind him to make it a 2-3 for Red Bull. They are followed by Lando Norris and Lewis Hamilton…”

Race Results

Charles Leclerc – 25 points

Max Verstappen – 18 points

Y/n L/n – 15 points

Lando Norris – 12 points

Lewis Hamilton – 11 points

Oscar Piastri – 8 points

Alex Albon – 6 points

George Russell – 4 points

Logan Sargeant – 2 points

Carlos Sainz – 1 point

Fernando Alonso

Yuki Tsunoda

Pierre Gasly

Kevin Magnussen

Nico Hulkenberg

Zhou Guanyu

Valtteri Bottas

Esteban Ocon

Lance Stroll

Daniel Ricciardo

Standings After Imola

Max Verstappen – 168 points

Charles Leclerc – 120 points

Y/n L/n – 80 points

Lando Norris – 73 points

Lewis Hamilton – 60 points

Oscar Piastri – 53 points

George Russell – 35 points

Carlos Sainz – 34 points

Alex Albon – 26 points

Fernando Alonso – 23 points

Daniel Ricciardo – 21 points

Logan Sargeant – 19 points

Lance Stroll

Pierre Galsy

Yuki Tsunoda

Zhou Guanyu

Kevin Magnussen

Nico Hulkenberg

Valtteri Bottas

Esteban Ocon

Constructors Standings

Red Bull – 248 points

Ferrari – 153 points

McLaren – 126 points

Mercedes – 95 points

Williams – 45 points

Aston Martin – 23 points

Racing Bulls – 21 points

Alpha Romeo

Haas

Alpine

When you pulled into Parc Ferme, you barely had the strength to get out of the car. You only found out that you needed to get out was when Max lightly tapped your helmet and held out a hand. You gratefully grabbed it and Max hauled you out.

“Are you ok?” he asked, with concern storming in his blue eyes. A nod of your head pacified him for now.

Your headache only got worse when you spotted your parents standing at the wall. You tried to send the team apologetic looks when you walked right past them, something you never did even if you didn’t even podium for a race. You always ran to their open arms.

You’d send them lots of coffee and gifts for their families to make up for it.

You kept your helmet on for as long as you could. It helped to damper all the loud noise of the paddock.

Max and Charles both recognized that you wanted little to no noise if possible, so they kept quiet or spoke in soft whispers if they did speak. You immediately sat down in a corner, trying to cool off and will your migraine away.

You only opened your eyes once again when you were called to the podium. You were thankful that you didn’t feel any panic as you walked out and stood on the lowest step. You watched as Max walked out and stood on the second place step before watching Charles almost skip to the top step. You giggled as you watched the Ferrari driver subtly stick his tongue out at Max. For a moment, you were scared at the repercussions but Max only smiled and rolled his eyes.

You took off your cap for the Monegasque anthem along with the Italian one. When you were handed your trophy, you gently kissed it (even though it didn’t light up) and held it to the sky while also pointing. The two older drivers watched as you looked so happy. Deep down, they wanted you to be on the top step, but your time was coming.

Max was then handed his trophy. His lips were a bit tight, but he’d get over it.

Charles was quite the opposite. You guessed that he was finally happy that his dry spell was over. A sixth career win and first in almost two years. You clapped as the red-clad driver held his trophy proudly.

Your head was still pounding, but the migraine was slowly going away. You didn’t have much strength to do your usual champagne cannon, but you still sprayed Charles as much as you could. When there wasn’t anything else to spray, you poured the rest on your teammate.

You had a giant smile on your face as you looked down at the crowd. Yet, it slowly disappeared as your eyes found your parents, looking up at you with distain clearly written on their faces. You turned to Max, who was already looking down as well.

He pointed down, though, right next to them where Christian and Geri were both standing, proud smiles on their faces as they looked up at you.

Geri was trying to communicate for you and Max to stand closer and to smile for her camera. You quickly put your hand around his waist to bring him in closer. With trophies raised and bright smiles, she held a thumbs up when she took the picture. Christian just continued to look at the two of you as though you had just won him every single race possible.

You were then assured off the podium and back to the garage.

“I promise, I’ll find you after. You know how much I hate wearing my clothes after they get sticky,” you told Max as you walked toward your drivers room.

You had barely just gotten you shirt on when your door opened and closed.

Your rolled your eyes. “You couldn’t have just waited?”

You turned, expecting either Max or your boyfriend. Yet, you were met with a slap across the face. Your cheek stung as you shakily raised a hand to touch it. A hiss left your lips when your fingers glazed your reddening cheek.

You barely had time to get try to get away, before another hand hit the side of your head, making your migraine slowly creep up again.

This time, a sob slipped through your lips as you looked at your parents, who were fuming.

“What did I do?” you tried to get out, voice cracking.

“After everything we did for you, you can only get a shitty third place?” your mother spit.

“Seriously, how fucking pathetic do you have to be. Offering up the trophy to someone who is dead?” your father questioned.

It was your turn to suddenly seethe. You pointed a finger at your dad. “He loved me. He taught me everything I know.” You knew you were pressing his buttons, and you were about to press the big red one that says Do Not Press. “He was the man that you’d never be.”

Another hit to the face had your head swinging. You knew that there would be a big bruise in the morning. But you were proud for finally standing up to him.

Your mother’s hand hit the other side of your face, sending you staggering back to your dad. You braced yourself for another hit, but it didn’t come. Your eyes opened and widened at the sight of your teammate with murder in his eyes.

Christian was behind him, on the phone, with your manager to the right, boyfriend and his brother on the left.

“You touch her one more time and you’re fucking dead,” Max spoke, scarily calm. Your father jerked to hit him, and that was game over.

Security came quickly after Max had some more colorful words and quite possibly a hit to his face so that your father’s matched yours.

Arthur had come to wrap his arms around you, as a protective barrier.

As you watched your mother and father be led out by cuffs, the news coming that they had been banned for life from any Formula 1 activity, and that Vito had now gotten you a restraining order (something he said that he should have done years ago just in case) – you knew that you had finally found the family that you had always wanted.

The family that you had always needed.

And you’d keep racing and winning, because 4 years ago, you made a promise.

To keep going and to keep fighting.

As you walked out of the garage, with a third place trophy and your helmet, you gently pressed your own kiss to the top of it.

“You’d be proud of me,” you whispered, “and it’s all for you. Because you were everything that I needed.”

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y/n.89 Imola was an experience. Glad I could podium in my late godfather's country to make him proud. I wish he could have been standing there to watch me today, but I have three other men who are enough for me. To Christian, Max, and Vito - I love you three, thanks for always watching my back. Oh, and my boyfriend is pretty great too, he's just shy. Thank you for an amazing experience, I'll be back next year to win (Charlie move over)

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y/n_nation I'm not sobbing, you're sobbing

kid_y/n geri and christian both smiling like proud parents killed me

maxverstappen1 why would you do this?

y/n.89 ?? charles_leclerc he's crying right now y/n.89 oh, sorry not sorry?? maxverstappen1 you will be

christianhorner I know I can't speak for him, but he'd be so proud of you kid

gerihalliwellhorner we love you sweetie! can't wait for the next family dinner! maxverstappen1 family dinner? sebastianvettel you didn't get the invite?? y/n.89 oh no christianhorner uhhhhhh charles_leclerc he's crying again

mad_max the way that in every picture, they're looking at y/n

y/n_updates aahhhh the boyfriend has been mentioned!!!

y/n.89 I can't believe we're going to the track that THEE lightning mcqueen drove on

arthur_leclerc you mean...the Monaco Grand Prix....where you live...my hometown...Charles's home race... liamlawson she said what she said - lightning mcqueen's race charles_leclerc I'm done y/n.89 LIGHTNING MCQUEEN RESPONDED TO ME???? LIAM LOOK AT THIS liamlawson I'M LOOKING charles_leclerc goodbye y/n.89 DON'T GO

f1 see you all in Monaco!

author can everyone forgive me now?

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After defeating vecna for a second time, Steve decides he's had enough of Hawkins and all things supernatural.

After hunting around for a few weeks, he scores himself a quaint little apartment big enough for him and for Robin when she eventually moves in after college. He doesn't sell his parents' house or demolish it like Robin suggests. No, he leaves it to sit and rot. He hopes his parents will come home one day and find it overgrown and falling to pieces, hopes they'll trudge up the steps to find the note that he had nailed to the front door that says, 'Welcome home :)'. Robin insisted on adding the passive-aggressive smiley face.

They move away from Hawkins and don't think about it for years. Sure, Steve still calls their friends who decided to stay there, and he often finds himself missing their company, but he doesn't miss the place itself. Only the people. He's made it very clear to them that he doesn't intend to step a single foot back into Hawkins until he dies. Everyone knows this, especially Robin, who's been informed on multiple drunken occasions that Steve wants to be buried on top of the hill next to Eddie so that he at least knows someone else in the graveyard.

But then he gets a letter in the mail, a simple letter in a white envelope and it haunts him for days.

The letter is from Wayne. His handwriting is rough and messy but familiar; they've been sending each other letters for a few years now. The cigarette ash smudged in some corners makes him smile. Most of the letter is just niceties; asking Steve how he is, what he's been up to, if he's found himself someone. Stuff he's used to. But then the words, 'I can't be alone for it Steve, I can't do it. I need you here. It's been 5 years, and the day still hasn't gotten any easier. I'd like it if you came to visit.' They punch Steve in the gut and leave him aching for days.

It takes him an entire week to call the number on the back of the envelope and confirm with Wayne that he'll be there. Just this once he'll go back to that retched place. For Wayne.

For Eddie.

The drive passes by in a blur, one second he's on the highway, the next he's passing by the Welcome to Hawkins sign and driving along the streets he thought he'd never see again. Wayne told him over the phone that morning to meet him at the cemetery, said that he wanted to get the hard part over and done with so that they could spend the rest of the day catching up and listening to Eddie's tapes. He'd be lying if he said he didn't cry for a solid 10 minutes in the car park, the memories that he had tried so hard to forget rushing back the second he lays eyes on Eddie's grave at the top of the hill.

He still remembers the hollow ache in his chest the day he helped Wayne pick out a spot. He had gone home that afternoon and begged Robin to make it stop, to hold him and tell him that the pain would go away. She had told him what he wanted, she had held him on the kitchen floor and promised he would never have to feel like that again.

She'd lied. That same ache spreads throughout his body as he trudges up the hill to stand before the shabby grave and the tears he thought he had left back in the car come bubbling back up as he stares down at the graffitied headstone. He hasn't seen it since the day he left. He forgot how overwhelming it is to see Eddie's name carved on the headstone.

"I'm sorry I haven't visited." He says through sobs, his vision blurred by tears as he plops down on the soft grass in front of the headstone. "I miss you." The words almost choke him.

There's the sound of footsteps behind him, boots crunching against the leaves and twigs. Wayne must have finally shown up. Steve doesn't turn around, he doesn't want Wayne to see his tears. He's supposed to be here as support. He's supposed to be the one coming up behind Wayne to offer his condolences. He stops beside Steve and sighs softly.

"Hi." Steve says weakly and finally looks up at Wayne - except... it's not Wayne.

"Hi, Steve."

It's Eddie.

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rosesbxrry · 1 year

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Cabin fever

Pairing: Boyfriend! Sunghoon X Girlfriend! Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞(Minors DNI), established relationship! AU,

Warnings: Hard and mean Dom! Sunghoon, unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it), cream pie, temperature play, cabin sex, fellatio (blowjob), throat fucking, ass spanking, slut shaming, degradation, Sunghoon calls you doll so much, reverse cowgirl, lots of teasing in his end, slight orgasm denial, slight nipple play. Hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else.

Summary: All you wanted was to escape the frigid December and spend more time with your boyfriend, Sunghoon, as the Christmas holiday urged you to do something together only to end up in a Ski Resort— courtesy of his idea. Still, at least the cabin you will be staying in was worth it, but Sunghoon had other plans during your trip.

"Don't lie to me and say you never thought of us fucking while we're here."

A Holiday Special: ➜ Sunghoon

| ➜ Heeseung | ➜ Jay | ➜ Jake |

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a/n: I can’t believe this would be the last one for the holiday special 😱 it has been a month of non-stop writing and I’m proud of myself for finishing this eventhough I’m way past the holiday mood already 🤡 Anyways, thank you to everyone who stuck around until the end 🫶

It had to be said that— Winter is a very perplexing season, and you weren't for nor against the juncture that foreshadows spring.

When you woke up the following day after a heavy snowfall, your world was stripped of its life. Snow covered the color of nature into a temporary slumber, depriving your surroundings of any signs of existence, minus the people living there.

Shoveling the driveway and sidewalk was equally annoying as driving on the slippery, damp road. Doing something as simple as throwing the trash out was a hassle as you had to ensure you were dressed appropriately to avoid getting frostbite and wearing layers of clothing just to be outside for five minutes.

The last straw was when you woke up in the middle of the night, itching to use the toilet, only to scream loudly at how cold the seat was. You didn't own one of those fancy Japanese toilet warmers, so you had to persevere with only what you had.

The only saving grace to the coldest season was Christmas, the holiday you enjoyed the most in every aspect possible. It was the time of the month when you got to spend some time with your family and loved ones, which was why you were excited to celebrate the occasion with Sunghoon.

As per tradition, both of you took turns taking responsibility for setting up a game plan for your Christmas dates. Whether it be a fancy candlelit dinner or a stay-at-home watching movies kind of vibe— it didn't really matter as long as you could spend some quality time together as a couple.

You didn't expect him to book something outside the area, which you didn't mind since it's been so long since you've been to a vacation spot for a date. The problem lies when you find out that the place your boyfriend, who knew that the cold was the bane of your existence, had graciously reserved was a Ski Resort.

Which alludes that skiing was in the itinerary or even the only entertainment there is within the vicinity. Heck, since when did he even ski in the first place?

The place was situated on the outskirts of town, surrounded by the outdoor wilderness but more so pine timbers and mountains that seemed as frigid as the cold December. You were worried about altitude sickness at how high up the resort was, but that wasn't the case after sliding through the pistes and utilizing the ski lift multiple times.

Although, you could get down to the log cabin where you would lodge for the rest of the trip.

It was the epitome of a picturesque accommodation, fitted for the cozy and warm vibes it provided as you lay on the woolly sofa after spending half of the day outside skiing in the snow.

"I'm so tired." You drawled, stretching your legs and resting your head on the back of the sofa.

Your face was numb with all the cold wind blowing on your facial skin, wanting nothing more than to stuff yourself on a pile of blankets. Still, you enjoyed the activity more than you anticipated.

"What happened to Miss this is stupid, I don't even know how to ski and her complaints?" Sunghoon snorted in amusement, feeling the cushion deep as he sat beside you. The high points of his pale face were also flushed from the cold.

You kick his shin with your foot lightly. "Hush, Sunghoon. That's all in the past now. We need to start living in the future."

Your shameless allude caused him to grin knowingly, and you tried to salvage your remaining dignity to prevent stroking the already big ego that he was right about the trip.

"Can you add more wood to the fire? It's seriously getting a bit cold here." You ask, wrapping your arms around yourself for warmth.

The words you said were to distract and send him away from the subject matter, but now that you were conscious of the drop in temperature, chills went down your spine.

It was getting cold in the cabin, evident by how your fingers were getting tingles as you held them close to your mouth. The masonry heater that warms up the place had probably started to die out since the morning you left to go skiing.

That was the drawback of experiencing a multipurpose rental cabin; the one-layer log walls were also built to be used in the summer, which is why the insulation was pretty much crap.

It didn't help that you were surrounded by a secluded forest, so if you and Sunghoon didn't keep the heater well ignited throughout the day, there was a high chance that both of you would end up freezing to death in this weather.

"Come here, let me help warm up your hands." Sunghoon said, reaching out to take your left hand in his.

You didn't think much, guessing that he'll put your hand in the pocket of his winter jacket. So, you instinctively relax your arm and let him guide it near his body— only for him to place it right on his crotch.

"What the— Sunghoon!" You yelled, obviously not amused by his sudden inappropriate behavior as you tried to pull your hands away from his growing bulge.

He proved to be much more substantial; his grip on your hand didn't falter at your pathetic attempts to free yourself were to no avail. Sunghoon laughed at your annoyed expression, watching you struggle as he adjusted his hands that intertwined with yours to let you grope more of his size.

"I'm literally freezing to my bones and the only thing you could do is to succumb to your own horny ass?" You protest through gritted teeth.

Sunghoon shrugged his shoulders. "I told you I'll help you warm up your hand…..never said how though."

You gave him an unbelievable stare, rolling your eyes while obviously used to his obnoxious antics of railing you up.

"I'm being serious here." You reminded him, not swayed by his little charade.

He snorted, giving you one dark look between his bangs. You yelped in surprise when he yanked your hand towards him, causing your upper arm and shoulder to fall flush on his lap. Some of your weight had transferred to your palm as you tried to keep the leverage to stare up at him.

This action made you realize how hard he was under your hand.

"I'm being serious too." He whispered an octave lower as he smirked down at you with a hungry glint that made you swallow.

"Don't lie to me and say you never thought of us fucking while we're here." He raised an eyebrow, watching your cheeks flush as his words hit a home run.

You can't pretend that it never crossed your mind that this trip would be the perfect setting for a bad plot line of a porno. There was an outdoor jacuzzi and even a fireplace in your shared bedroom— all the proper setup ensues the wild fantasy swimming in your mind, or maybe you were just as horny as he was.

You grunted in defeat, and he watched you with a smug smile when you began to pull on the front of his pants.

"Not a word, Park." You grumbled.

He licks his lower lips, stopping himself from grinning wider as he helps you tug his pants to his thighs and free his hard cock from the confinements of his briefs.

Sunghoon let out a hiss when you began pumping his length; the delicious contact of your cold hands against the hot skin of his head and the underside of his veins got him winching in pleasure at the sensation.

"I knew you'd come around," He said as you adjusted to lay your chin on his lap, body outstretched on the sofa on your chest and stomach, hands never ceased to jerk him slowly. "My dick is just that good, huh?"

"You know, you're so much hotter with your mouth shut closed." You said, his words getting on your nerves.

Sunghoon crackled at your annoyed expression. "While you—"

He grabs a bunch of your hair behind your head, tugging forward until your face is inches away from his stiff erection. His other hand rested on your ass cheeks, kneading the ample flesh roughly until you whined at the sensation.

"—look so much hotter with your mouth open, full of my cock."

You caved in to the directing action of his grip on your hair, opening your mouth as he guided you to shove his length past your lips.

Sunghoon was not only ridiculously long, but his thick girth stretched the corner of your lips beyond its capacity. He was throbbing against the inside of your mouth as you slowly inhaled most of his size; the remaining length left was occupied for you to jerk him off.

"My girl just wanted something to suck on, huh?" He said, shivering at the juxtaposition sensation of your hot mouth engulfing his cock as opposed to the cold temperature of the surrounding.

When you withdraw with only his head around your lips, you dart your tongue at his swollen slit, precum dribbling out to coat your taste bud before encasing the majority of his length again in a suckling motion.

The cold chills you felt before had dissipated, your body warming up as you relentlessly bobbed your head up and down his length more crudely by the second.

His groans hitched when you ran your warm tongue over the large vein on his length, hollowing your cheeks to suction him back and forth so filthily that he didn't even need to move his hips to thrust into your throat— you were already doing it yourself, and he can't help but found the sight to be pure ecstasy.

"Such a whore for my cock." He breathed out, watching you through half-lidded eyes. "Could never get enough watching you slut your mouth out for me."

You would love to look up and gauge his reaction, but it proved to be complicated.

Every time his swollen tip would press on the soft palate of your mouth and poke at the back of your throat, your eyes squeezed shut as all you could do was suck harder around his cock.

It drives you crazy at how solid and big he was, filling the cavern of your mouth to the brim and forcing you to breathe through your nostrils at the lack of space.

Your hands wrap around the base of his cock with whatever you weren't able to fit, feeling yourself rutting on the sofa at the sensation of your aching clit pooled with your own juices.

Sloppy noises filled the air as you quickened your pace, humming around his cock as waves of vibrations sent signals for him to let out a few low groans.

It didn't help that the movement of your chin was digging into his tight balls.

"Fuck, that's it." He encouraged you, toes curling as his pending release was on edge. He pulled your hair tighter, melting at how eager you were to fuck your throat with his dick. "Take me deeper, doll."

You spurred into action, loosening the tension by unhinging your jaw and swallowing him until his cock pressed on your throat incessantly. With tears stinging your eyes, you remain stagnant in your position, diving deep down until you feel like choking.

The sensation of your hot, gummy throat on his erect head for such a prolonged duration made him lose it— Sunghoon eyes flew to the ceiling, and his head lolled to the side as he released with a loud curse.

He defiled your opening with ropes of his musky cum. You gulped down his hot seed rapturously and pumped his length to milk out every last drop of him.

"Fuck, you're unreal." He slurred, leaning on the back of the sofa to watch you with blown-out eyes, thighs feeling sore with the weight of your shoulders on his lap.

The beautiful sight of you smacking your lips around his length winded him in delight. Despite the drool and white mess dripping down your chin, you lick his cum nice and clean for him to witness.

"Messy girl, you're drooling everywhere." He cooed, putting a palm on the crown of your head.

Your jaw was sore from sucking him off, but you opted to swirl his tip around the roof of your mouth like he was fine wine. His taste was so addictive that you couldn't help but play with him for a little longer.

"What can I say," You mumbled with his cock still in your mouth, looking up at him with a seductive stare. "I'm a slut for your cock, aren't I?"

Letting his head poke the inside of your cheek, you made sure he saw the prominent bulge that formed on your face.

Sunghoon inhales a deep breath.

You knew you unleashed the beast within; his eyes turned dark and cold as he roughly held your jaw to yank your mouth away, feeling his nails dig into the skin. You almost moan pathetically at the way he swallowed hard, anticipation sending waves of enticing pleasure to your clit because you knew—

He was gonna ruin you to hell.

"Enough." His voice tightened, his command being the epitome of dominance. His thick eyebrows furrowed, expression morphed into raw hunger. You rubbed your thighs together, excitement coursing through your veins when he pulled on the waistband of your trousers.

"That smart mouth of yours needs to stop being fucking greedy." He asserts, manhandling your body until you are straddling on either side of his thighs, giving him a good view of your back as you face away from him.

The cold air of the frigid cabin made you shudder as your trousers were long thrown on the floor, leaving you vulnerable with your lace panties. Sunghoon pulled the soaked middle to the side, the bundled material wedged between the crack of your ass.

You sigh when the chilly air hits your exposed and damp folds.

"I want your pussy to do all the fucking this time" Sunghoon squeezed a handful of the soft flesh, massaging it teasingly until it bulged between his deft fingers, enough to make you whimper in agony.

"So prepare yourself and ride me real good." He urged, hands moving to your sides.

Still suspended in mid-air above his lap, adrenaline bristled your body as you reached back to grip his cock, positioning his tip against your tender entrance while he lowered you down by your love handles.

Everything shifts into an upward spiral, feeling him stretch your walls deliciously as you sink down on his hard cock.

"Ahh—haaahh— fuck." You gasp for air, chest rising and falling erratically as you take him inch by inch until you bottom out and are fully seated on his lap.

"So fucking deep….."

You feel winded by the sheer volume of his cock even though you've had him a million times before. Still, your position allowed him to reach the deepest part of your crevice, already clamping around his length before he could even move.

Sunghoon seemed delighted with your reaction, leaning forward until his hot breath fanned the nape of your neck and toned chest flushed to your back.

"You love it when I go deep into you, don't you?" he hummed, licking the outer shell of your ear before nibbling at the wet spot. "Love it when I split your pussy with my big cock, right, doll?"

"I love it….fuck…I love it so much….." Your voice was slurred with drunkness, head spinning with vertigo overwhelming your consciousness at his words when you finally felt the desperation to move— grinding down on your hips to slowly test the waters.

After enduring the initial adjustment, you finally move in and out of him, and my god, did you erupt out the most euphoric moan at the sensation of his length dragging against your hot walls.

"Look at you go, bouncing on my cock like a slut you are." His defiling praises only fueled the knot burning in your stomach, your juices leaking around him as it lubricated the movement of your drop and fall.

In the moment of delirious high, you didn't realize that he pulled the last article of clothing to keep you away from the biting temperature. It only registered in your mind when he roughly peeled your bra off, exposing your upper body to the cold air of the bleak cabin.

You were sure the heater had died off at this point, basking your figure in the arctic air.

Sunghoon cupped your bouncing breast from behind; his large cold hands engulfed the pair with a tight grasp. Goosebumps flares on your skin by the coldness, and it gets worse when he kneads the flesh in a circular motion, index fingers flicking your erect nipples back and forth.

"Wait— stop!" You begged, but the male continued playing with your breast and hardened nipple, ignoring your request with a coy smirk.

"Why? Don't you like it when I play with your nipples like this?" You could feel the teasing grin plastered on his face at the back of your neck. You buck your hips when he pinches your tits, pulling them away slightly in a torturous manner.

"Fuck, its too cold, Sunghoon."

The throbbing pleasure came in waves, from your stuffed pussy to your sensitive breast, and it only intensified at how icy his fingers were.

"Cold? Then if I do this—"

Nothing in the universe could prepare you for the sensation of his cold finger on your clit, and you almost lurch forward from his lap if he hadn't held you down with a strong arm around your waist.

The temperature change was too much for your swollen clit to handle, and strings of broken moans escaped your lips that you almost choked on your saliva. The sensation hurts enough to morph oddly into agonizing pleasure that you've never felt before.

Fuck, this is crazy.

While you were losing your mind, Sunghoon was enraptured by the feeling of your cunt clenching and contracting around him. You were so tight, so wet that he couldn't help but rub circles around your clit rapidly to elicit more of your sweet spasm.

"No— stop. Hahhahh— please stop, it's too much."

You were sobbing in deep torment at this point, trying to clamp your thighs shut to slow his pace down. You lean back on his chest as your body grows dull by the pleasure every second, your thigh burning from riding him for too long.

Sunghoon was dissatisfied with your current state, apparent with how he stopped playing with your tits and clit, baring his fangs to bite between the junction of your neck harshly.

"Too much?" Sunghoon let out an exasperated laugh punctuated with an edge of rage that you were all too familiar with. "You really are an ungrateful slut."

With his arms around your waist to haul you up, you were pushed down on the wooden floor on all fours. Sunghoon made sure to realign his cock to nudge you deeper, your position with your ass up and head down made you at his mercy.

"I gave you all the pleasure you need, yet, it's too much? Don't make me laugh." He spat, pulling you closer by the hips roughly.

The drag of your puffy nipples against the stone-cold floor at his action stings your eyes, droplets of salty tears dripping down your cheeks. The complaint died in your throat— you were afraid of what he'll do beyond if he ever heard another plea from you.

Sunghoon can be grueling and hard on you, but maybe it was the internal masochist that kept you whining in pleasure at his forceful touch.

"Move." He commands.

You lay stagnant on the floor; the lack of proper spatial consciousness made you unable to compute what he meant, causing him to land a firm slap on your tender ass cheek.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed throughout the space, leaving a redden splotch behind. You jolt slightly from the impact, curling your toes in anticipation when you feel the wind of a second collision— only it never came.

Sunghoon loves how your drenched pussy clings onto his cock tighter, finding amusement when he teases for a second slap. Fuck, he found solace that you wanted to be spanked by him, and he'll do it wholeheartedly until you come, but that beats the point of punishing you.

"Don't let me tell you twice."

You swallowed down and mustered up the last remaining strength you had in your lower half, snapping back at his cock begrudgingly slowly but enough for him to be content for following his order.

"See, it wasn't that hard to follow my orders, right?" He rubs on the sore spot of your ass with his thumb comfortingly. "Such a needy little thing."

You cried out in your folded arms, pushing back until the head of his cock kissed the deepest part of your pussy. Persevering that your abused tits would rub the cold floor every time you move, you clench your fist and push back faster and harder to satisfy him.

Sunghoon was at the edge of coming, tilting his head back and watching your ass jiggle with every movement. His abdomen tensed up with eyebrows furrowed, feeling you milking him dry— until you stopped moving your hips abruptly before he could come undone.

"What the fuck?" He groans, almost offended by the sudden halt.

You could have let him have his way with you, but instead, you were digging your grave in an attempt to relinquish some sort of control over him.

"I—I'm not gonna let you come, Sunghoon." You breathe out, feigning bravery to utter those words even with your compromised position.

There was a pause in the air before Sunghoon outright laughed.

"Think you're so tough now, doll? Saying I can't cum?" Rather than taking it seriously, he snides in adoration at your attempt of defiance because, in the end, what fun will it be without some challenge?

"Fuck, you're adorable." Smoothing the curve of your ass to the arch of your back, his chuckle derives from the depth of his chest as he bit his lower lips to control his grin. "You're so cute, baby."

Your face burned at his genuine remarks.

The dominant energy he possessed previously dissolved a bit, holding your hips more sensually as he started pistoning his hips. The knot in your stomach rekindled, and his cock slid in and out of your cunt easily at the amount of arousal dripping out.

"My cute girl likes becoming my cum slut, doesn't she?" Sunghoon crooned, sloppily railing you slowly but slamming back once he was deep in you. "Do you want it, baby? Do you want me to fill your hole with my seed?

"Yes, yes— Sunghoon, I'm gonna cum…." You hiccuped.

At this point, the buildup of numerous torturous stimulation was clawing you to the brink of insanity, wanting nothing more than to cum around his cock until you could see stars.

Sunghoon understood the immediate signs of your nearing orgasm, humping the floor and crying his name uncontrollably— he gave all his strength in one last thrust before you burst by the seams.

Your climax blinds you over with euphoric waves that overwhelm your entire being. You were burning up inside but shuddered simultaneously on the cold floor, feeling like a fever taking over your release with sweet respite.

It didn't take long for Sunghoon to come as well, filling you up with his hot load as he promised. He fuck you through your orgasm, suspending you on cloud nine in the afterglow until you turn limp.

Huffing and puffing occupied the silence as you lay flat on the floor, exhaustion taking over the muscles of your body. As you clench and unclench when he pulls out, the abundant milky arousal oozes out of your spent hole on your thighs.

"Are you okay? Did I take it too far?" Sunghoon hovers over your lower body, kissing softly on the bruised spot on your ass guiltily.

"Did you?" You snort sarcastically, obviously perpetuating that it isn't with the way you're utterly numb. Sighing blissfully at the feeling of his soft lips on your stinging flesh, you had only one thing on your mind that made him laugh.

"I think my nipples are frozen."

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hikari3601 · 10 months

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Floral Crowns

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Pairing | Al-Haitham, Cyno, Kaveh and Tighnari (separate) x Reader

Author’s Note | Try as I might, I couldn’t get this out of my head

CW/TW | Mention of death in Tighnari's part, but it's really him just being shady.

Synopsis | Making flower crowns with Sumeru’s men.

'It can't be that difficult' was his initial thought seeing as the diagrams were quite simple to understand...

Needless to say, the scribe thought very wrong.

After multiple failed attempts he eventually resumed his reading with a defeated huff, leaving you hysterically laughing, it wasn't every day you saw the aloof Haitham frustrated.

The next morning he tried again, remembering your little tips and found that it was never that deep difficult. Then again a good cup of coffee always fixed everything. Soon enough he had multiple crowns laying on the table beside him as he idly paged through some records -waiting for you to arrive.

Suffice to say, you were pretty surprised upon your arrival... Actually, that was an understatement, it shocked you out of your wits to see how pretty they were, almost as if he had years of practice under his belt.

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"What the actual hell?" You gaped at their perfection as you looked through the bunch, admiring the flower's unique scents and beauty.

"book learning alone cannot–" He started, smirking as he flipped the page.

"Please don't start with another lecture."

Cyno is surprisingly good at it. I mean, he'll miss a loop here and there but after a few more tries he's smiling at you like a little idiot.

It'll become sort of a thing between the two of you. Whenever you had a moment to spare, you'd find yourselves combining different varieties of flowers and when you'd meet again you would go through this little presentation -essentially trying to outdo the other. He’s just competitive like that

At the end of your little showcase, you'd exchange crowns and wear them around until they wilted.

For the record, he really loves the crowns you make. At one point, he forgot he was wearing one until he noticed none of the other Matras could keep their eyes off of his head

Flower puns ensued throughout the rest of the meeting.

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"I'm telling you once and floral, don't stop beleafing. Just like I rose to the occasion, you can too!"

He used to weave flower crowns when he was a kid and you can't tell me otherwise.

He eventually stopped, but after you asked him to teach you, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he still remembers the patterns and tricks.

Needless to say, this becomes something of a pastime for the two of you, when he's not swamped with work...which is rarely.

Though you love the process of making a crown every once in a while, the best part most definitely lies in seeing him wearing it.

He’d look so pretty wearing a flower crown...help.

He also adores seeing you wear his crowns he secretly incorporated your favourite flower crown in one of his designs. So don’t be surprised to find a familiar pattern on the rim of a chandelier or a decorative ceiling.

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“Isn’t this your model?” You questioned, examining the small cluster of Sumerian styled spires.

Without looking up the blond hummed, dosing off on the seat besides you. “I finished it this morning.”

“Wait, these facia boards—“

“I liked the pattern you made the other day, I thought it would suit the aesthetic I was going for.” He mused, “I was wondering when you were gonna notice.”

Tighnari, much like Kaveh, probably taught you how to weave the flowers, telling you facts about each of them as his fingers nimbly formed a crown at record speed.

Honestly, he'd be the type to congratulate you after your first attempt but correct you like one of his pupils don't mind his swishing tail, he's trying to act like he's not elated to be sharing an old hobby with you.

After you really got into it, he'd sometimes send you flowers whenever he travelled with a little note describing how to look after the bouquet –turn the card over and you'll find a small pressed flower attached.

He expects you to hone your skills with different flowers -to ‘master your new talent,’ in his words.

It's really an excuse for him to send you pretty flowers.

He’ll also wear the crowns you make, but unlike the rest he’ll be extremely nonchalant about it too.

Giving a lecture to some curious Academia students? The crown stays on.

Checking up on some of the plants at Pardis Dhyai? Why’d he even consider removing it?

Clearing a withering zone? The flowers withered. He returned his ears hanging low, please make him a new one.

Of course, the flowers stayed on as he scolded a group of reckless adventurers as well.

—————

Four adventurers sat before a rather livid Tighnari who, try as he might, couldn’t refrain from giving them a mouthful.

“I mean, how can you look at a random mushroom on the ground and think ‘Hey this colourful mushroom that I’ve never seen before looks particularly delicious, let me eat it!’ I understand that you can get hungry while on the road, but you can’t eat anything if you're dead. You’ll have better luck looking for a Forest Ranger! I mean really what if I didn't—“

The silence was deafening as the Chief Officer’s ears twitched in aggravation before he sighed in defeat. “At least try to not look at my ears. Yes it’s not an everyday sight and yes the colours of the flowers are vibrant… are you even listening!?”

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tenjikyu · 4 months

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𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 - 𝘧𝘢𝘺𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ what happens when chifuyu is forced to break it off with you ?

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ gn!reader , angst to fluff , forced breakup , lots of crying , vv sad chifuyu :( , kinda short sos .

chifuyu seriously had no idea what he was doing.

the look on your face was an expression he vowed to never have you make at the beginning of your relationship.

“i’m sorry (Y/N), but we should really stop seeing eachother. i’m not happy with you and i want to end it.” he spits out, almost choking on his own words. it felt as though something was blocking his airways, punishing him for breaking your heart.

“okay…” your voice speaks out, tears of your own flooding your cheeks.

as you slowly walked away from your beloved boyfriend, you couldn’t help but wonder. where did you go wrong? he didn’t seem unhappy 3 days ago when you two went to the arcade with hanagaki and tachibana, did he? when did this begin?

your only bodily response was more tears that were protruding down your face, nose crimson red and eyes slowly puffing up. you walk away slowly, assuming he no longer wanted to be around you.

“godamnit” chifuyu gets out before his own tears flood down his cheeks.

only a few hours earlier, your father had sat down with your boyfriend, unbeknownst to you.

“i don’t want you dating my child and i think i’ve made that very clear.” your father almost spits in disgust at your appalled boyfriend. break up?? with you?? no fuckin way??

“you’re a good for nothing delinquent who does nothing but heat up other boys. the only times i’ve even seen you, you’re beat up and injured! how long before you get (Y/N) involved in your violence, or even worse, lay a hand on my child.”

“ I WOULDN’T DARE RAISE MY HAND TO (Y/N).” the blonde screeched, overwhelmed and stressed. why now? why did he have to do this right before such a big holiday? did he want to ruin your christmas??

chifuyu knows you splurge about him to your family, that’s how your father knows so much about him, including what he gets up to when the sun goes down. but you never spoke ill of him, so why is your dad getting so defensive?

he’s proven on multiple occasions he’s a total gentleman to you! and he gets the same treatment back from you! you open doors for each other, make food for one another, come racing over when one of you is sick e.t.c. why do this now?

but..

in the back of chifuyu mind, he starts to wonder.

what would happen if you got dragged into this? what if someone uses you as a way to get information?

it’s obvious to anyone that chifuyu is a loyal man, and his loyalties lies with keisuke baji, takemichi hanagaki and you. there’s no chance he wouldn’t give away valuable info to keep you protected, anyone in toman could see just how dedicated he is to keeping you safe.

this thought runs through his head as he breaks up with you, just 2 days before christmas. before his christmas battle.

the next two days were a shitfest. you father didn’t take into account how this would affect you. you had locked yourself in your bedroom, sobbing to the polaroid photos of you and you beloved boyfriend that you took together everyday.

of course, you’re mother does everything to comfort you after hearing what had happened, however you were inconsolable.

“mom, this is the boy i thought i was going to marry, you don’t just get over that.” you sigh. no amount of hugs could help you.

“in my opinion he was only a setback. you should be greatful he’s gone.” your father speaks up.

. .

. . . .

wait…

you practically yanked the door off its hinges, startling you mother who was sat on your bed in another fruitless attempt to console you. you had only just heard what your father said to himself, and in that moment you knew why chifuyu had broken up with you.

“IT WAS YOU! YOU TOLD CHIFUYU TO BREAK UP WITH ME, DIDN’T YOU”. you bawled to your father, his face in total astonishment that you had spoken to him in such a manner, especially on christmas night.

“YOU DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT HIM, DO YOU DAD?? I SING HIS PRAISES EVERYDAY BUT ALL YOU TAKE HIM FOR IS A STUPID DELINQUENT! MAYBE IF YOU GOT TO KNOW HIM MORE, YOU’D SEE HE CARES ABOUT ME MORE THEN ANYTHING!” you scream towards your stunned father, guilt piling up in his stomach.

knowing what you had to do, you chucked a coat over your pijamas, your family yelling at you to come back inside.

you didn’t care, you had to get to your boyfriend.

though you didn’t make it very far, as chifuyu was stood right outside your house with tears welling in his eyes. he was battered beyond belief, uniform thrashed and body more blood then skin. he had a serious injury on his ankle and his bike was parked next to him.

“chifuyu..” you mumble out, running towards him, your arms opening wide.

“(Y/N)-” he couldn’t finish his sentence as you crashed into his embrace, one of your arms caress waist, with the other embracing his beaten cheek.

he held onto your shoulders, huddling into your warmth. he could only pray to the gods above that you’d forgive him.

“i’m so sorry (Y/N), please… i can’t do anything without you by my side. the entire fight i felt sick to my stomach, but not because i had been struck multiple times in it. it was because i couldn’t bare the thought of not being with you on christmas day. your tears were sewn into my memory, and i just couldn’t handle it.” he chokes out, huddling closer to you in a seek of comfort.

“it’s okay chifuyu, i forgive you.” you coo, his face was beaten to shit, but chifuyu could never not be adorable to you.

you were just happy to have your boyfriend in your arms once more.

in the distance, giggling can be heard from your mother as your father watches the interaction.

“i don’t know why you even tried breaking them up, don’t you see how whipped (Y/N) is for the kid? they do everything together. chifuyu has stayed over multiple times and had dinner with us so much i’m surprised he hasn’t pre-proposed.” she laughs.

“i guess i’ll take that hit. in my defense though, that kid only seems to come over when i’m not around!” your father complains, however your mother just holds his face.

“well, after these past few days i wouldn’t blame him if he avoids you all together.”

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x male reader #matsuno chifuyu #chifuyu #chifuyu x male reader #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu matsuno #angst to fluff #rlly wholesome #dad is kind of an ass

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inmyheadimobsessed · 1 year

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Lies Bout How I Hate You

pairing: shuri ✘ plussize!black!fem!reader

summary: being broken up seems to hold different meanings to both you and shuri. you're trying to move on, you're dating, which she allows, until she decides she's had enough of seeing you with someone who isn't her.

word count: literally just vibeeee

contains: ex!reader & ex!shuri, reader hates shuri, cocky!shuri, jealous!shuri, possessive!shuri, smut (18+) dom!shuri, sub!reader, oral (both receiving), strap!shuri, masturbation, breeding!kink, fingering (reader receiving), overstimulation, shuri's mean, use of toys (vibrating kimoyo bead), slight degradation!kink, humiliation!kink, praise!kink, mirror sex, car sex, restraints, panther!shuri, dirty talk, kinda public orgasm, multiple orgasms, light mention of blood, choking, spanking, orgasm denial, squirting, rough sex, coming untouched, crying, biting

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divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: THIS! is my apology for the pain i put y'all through. i hope it can suffice. just walk with me a little bit here with this one okay? there's plot but the plot is just smut fr. i will not disclose the songs i was listening to when i came up with this cause y'all gon look at me fucking crazy, but some hints are sprinkled throughout idk. i once saw someone on twitter describe one of my fics by saying "when you think they're done fucking, they're not" it made me laugh and i think it holds relevance here. shouts out to oomf for translations! but anywho, as always, enjoy mwah, mwah!

↬ aftermaths {aftercare scene}

She smirked, pushing your exposed back up against the cool steel of your apartment door, and you shivered, permitting your exhale to emerge as a low taunting moan. This, she bit her lip at, shutting her eyes tight as the desperation coating your whimper washed over her. “That’s a pretty ass sound.”

Brown eyes twinkled as they bore into her, your own plump bottom lip finding its way between your teeth and you gave her a shy grin. “You think so?”

“Mmm,” Her eyes remained shut as you watched her, your restraint slipping just a bit when that strong arm of hers reached above your head to grip firmly to the door frame. “What if I wanna hear it again?”

Fingers flexed overhead as she tightened her grasp, and it was there that you allowed your eyes to remain, admiring slender digits and the potential they held as you considered her question. Inviting her in had crossed your mind, on many occasions actually. You liked her, a lot, and you liked the feelings that came alive inside you when she spoke and when she peered at you as she did now.

“You gon work for it?” It was meant to be a response carried by confidence, but the shake in tone gave your nerves away, and she huffed a laugh. The taller woman knew you wanted her; you didn’t hide it very well. Truthfully, you weren't trying to. You pondered it, her request to hear you moan for her again. You could allow it, maybe. Riri was probably at her garage and you’d have the place to yourselves; she'd have you to herself. Fuck, you wanted that.

The blow of her breath and the ghost of her lips could just be enough to coerce your decision. “This is me working for it.” And when she kissed you, long and rough, you produced that sound she chased again. It was louder now; stronger, firmer, and you’d made up your mind.

“You wanna com–” The door existed as the only thing keeping you upright, so ultimately, when the press of it was ripped away from your spine, you stumbled backward, and your body cascaded into a pair of muscular arms whose hold you knew all too well.

Shuri gripped you, letting her lanky fingers graze your sides long enough to quench her thirst before reluctantly steadying you on your feet. “Shit. Sorry.” Eyes stalked your date, never moving from her post behind you. In fact, you were certain the Princess eased in closer, squeezing her toned front tightly against your back with a low grunt. There was nary a bone in her body that’d been apologetic.

Shuri's temperature remained searing, beaming off her person in familiar waves, but unlike prior times, it offered you no comfort. Now, her warmth worked overtime to make you feel sticky and stifled, and you struggled to keep your annoyance in check, though it was apparent she comprehended your mood as she peered down at you now.

“Naci, I’ll call you tomorrow, aight?”

She narrowed her eyes at Shuri who still loomed behind you; possessive and daring, clearly sensing some sort of tension between you two, and she did the little she could to assert a form of dominance. Though there was no use in doing so, there was no competition to be had when Shuri already claimed the title of winner. And you could tell she knew this, her daunting smirk giving it away as she stepped away from your rear to clutch the open door.

“Bye Natty.” And then she slammed it, walking past you to plop back onto the indented couch. She'd been sitting there the entire time, great.

“The fuck is your damn problem, bro?”

When she spoke, her attention never made its way to you, and you rolled your eyes at your failure to rattle her with words. “That mouth of yours has gotten a little too bold. I think that's my problem.”

“Shuri, the fuck are you still doing here?” Your arms were crossed now, feet still planted at the door as you eyed her, disregarding her words entirely. She was supposed to be gone, returned to Wakanda, and tucked safely away behind their pretty little borders. Yet here she sat, on your couch, drinking your liquor.

The rim of the glass collided with her lips, and her throat bounced as she knocked the last of her drink back, never once reacting to the sting of the pungent liquid. “I see a little time apart has you thinking you can just speak to me however you want.”

“Time apar…” Was this bitch crazy? You hadn't missed this, her delusions, the practiced way she chose to ignore certain details when it came to the two of you. “Shuri, we broke up. Three months ago. Get the fuck over it. Now, what are you still doing here?”

Shuri passed a brief glance your way, and her conniving grin made your body sizzle in sheer irritation as you shifted your weight from your right leg to your left. God you fucking hated her, and you needed her out of your space. The claim was that she'd come to visit her best friend, but rarely had she spent time with Riri over the course of her three-week stay. Instead, she spent her days heckling you and scaring off your dates.

So when Riri informed you she would indeed be leaving today, you jumped for joy, excited to finally be rid of her annoying ass. But, evidently, your rejoice was an act done in vain, you’d found.

She quirked her brow, “Can I not be here?”

“No. Like you gotta get the fuck, for real.”

Shuri stood, pulling up her sweatpants before reaching for her empty glass sitting on the coffee table. Her legs moved, taking her toward the kitchen and you flinched a little when a suffocating gust of her spicy cologne found its way inside your system. Like Shuri’s everlasting presence, the strong scent instantly made your head throb, and you sighed, watching her maneuver through your cabinets.

The large bottle of Cognac was clutched in her fist, because of course audacity drove her to reach for the most expensive one, and she grabbed a second glass, drizzling the dark liquid into the one presumably for you first, before pouring her own. Did she think you were exes who could casually have a drink with each other? The thought made you roll your eyes, but when she slid the glass across the smooth countertop, you gravitated toward it, gripping it and downing it almost immediately with a harsh cough.

You didn't miss her soft chuckle and head shake as she watched you follow her wordless instruction, and it was then that you cursed your brain’s and body's practiced synchronism when obeying her. It was an action you still struggled with, because Shuri had embedded her dislike for defiance so deep into you, you sometimes forgot you don't have to follow her orders anymore.

“You want me gone so you can finally bring your little dates inside instead of settling for half-assed kisses at the door like school children?”

Your eyes rolled again. Her insolence was truly a thing admired, and it had you pondering how you put up with it for as long as you did before finally having enough. “Shuri, don't fucking piss me off tonight, okay? I'm not in the mood for your bullshit.”

“Jonga umlomo wakho.” (watch your mouth)

The spit of her native tongue shook you slightly, but a lengthy exhale centered you; you weren't planning to let her get under your skin any more than she already had. She pressed her back against the island, sipping sweetly on her drink as she ogled your skin. Shuri's low eyes fanned the expanse of your large thighs barely covered by your pleated mini skirt, the cup of your ass very visible beneath the skimpy material. She stared at your cleavage unabashedly too, and licked her lips.

The sight of her shamelessly checking you out made you audibly gag, and she smirked at the sound before taking another swig from her glass.

You hadn't put your jacket down, nor had you removed the sparkly purse dangling from your shoulder; she hadn't given you a chance to.

“Why are you still in my damn house?” You asked again, and she grinned, pushing off the counter and moving closer to where you awkwardly stood.

You dipped your head as she approached you, averting her eyes and their easy way of reading you, but soft fingers lifting your chin placed your gaze in the direct line of hers. “You want me gone that bad, thando-iwam?” (my love)

Your hand wrapped around her wrist almost immediately after her question, snatching it and shoving her touch away scornfully. “Yes.”

Her surprise at your reaction shone through her wavering smirk. There was self-assurance in that one word, and you could tell it wasn't a thing she'd anticipated by her stuttering blink. She was cracking, good. She needed to know you didn't belong to her anymore and her hands could not graze your skin as they once did, though it’d be a lie to deny her fingers on your face didn't push a jolt of something through you.

Of course, you ignored it, because Shuri was an ass, and she’d never get you to fold, not like she used to.

When she moved in closer to inhale your perfume, you didn't react, and she hated that too. There’d been hope, you noticed, hope that your reluctance was feigned. And your own smirk grew then, because your disdain for the Princess was indeed authentic.

She bobbed her head, “You know I pay rent here. My name is on the lease, so technically I can be here. For as long as I would like.”

“Shu–”

She stuck a finger out, quieting you, and like a trained pet, you adhered. “Technically I pay your rent here. So I think I’m the one with the authority to kick you out. Right?”

“Nigga nobody asking you to do that shit. I think we both know I can afford the lifestyle I choose to live, but if you wanna keep throwing two lil stacks my way every month, fuck I’m post to do? Say no?”

She hummed, seemingly pleased by the outburst she pulled out of you, and you groaned. Paying your half of the rent in your shared apartment with Riri had been a no-brainer for Shuri at the beginning of your relationship; the act was her own idea, and of course, you agreed because why would you not? The continued peddling of funds after your breakup was also her doing. You’d fully expected her to stop supporting you in retaliation, given it was you who ended things, but money kept coming, and you kept accepting.

Shuri tutted, “Three months and you've already forgotten how to speak to me. I do not like this, sthandwa.”

“Bruh, I'm off this. You so fucking irritating. Please do not be here when I wake up in the morning Shuri, or I swear to fucking god.” You watched her blink slowly and she bit her lip, no doubt mesmerized by the sway of your hips as you sauntered away from her.

Fuck her, like truly, because where did she get off behaving as she did? Shuri had no conception of boundaries; she refused to respect the ones you’d put up to cage yourself away from her. In her demented little mind, you were still hers, and she didn't care if you refuted her claim on you. Thinking about it made your stomach bubble, so you decided you wouldn't.

You: Hey, I’m so sorry about earlier. Lemme make it up to you? Are you free Tomorrow?

Naci: It’s all good. What you tryna be on?

Her speedy reply coaxed a squeal out of you, and the lack of admonishment behind her message made you blush. Biting your lip, you reminisced on the feel of her mouth on yours, her tongue in your throat, and her request to hear you moan for her again. The throbbing at your core roared awake your need to do only one thing as you imagined her hands all over you, and you began to strip.

With your naked body sprawled on top of your thick comforter, you reached for your dildo sitting pretty on your nightstand, lathering it with lube before allowing it to hover impatiently at your leaking entrance.

Desperate hands urged you to dive straight in, spread your pussy wide around the toy, but you decided teasing yourself would be best. You chose to make yourself work for it.

“Ooh fuuuuck…” You blew out a soft exhale as the dildo slithered its way into your soaked hole, slamming your eyes shut to bask in the pressure-filled stretch. Once you discovered the rhythm you liked, your thrusts gained speed, and soon you were spitting out moan after moan. Your sounds rose in octave as you fucked yourself hard with the thick slab of silicone and your breath hitched, and you pinched hard on your nipple for added pleasure. “Shit! Shit!”

Fuck, you were dripping, the wettest you’d been in a long time. You rammed into your g-spot again and again, thoughts running to Naci. You wished it was her working your wet pussy this hard, yearned to feel her strap gliding in and out of your cunt as you screamed her name until she made you come hard around her. That familiar band inside your depths began its inevitable tightening, and you continued to drill yourself, granting your hand permission to find your neglected clit. “Fuck! Oh my god!”

You splashed around in your wetness, serenading the Princess lounging in your living room with a song of obscenities. “Oh, Naci!” You were certain she was listening, she had no choice in the matter, undoubtedly honing in on just how drenched you got when pleasing yourself to the thought of a woman that wasn't her.

“Ohh fuck me Naci!” Legs spread wider, you fucked yourself deeper, and that sweet nudge against your special spot tugged roughly on your release.

You’d be coming soon, floating sweetly on a cloud of bliss. But you wanted to prolong your orgasm, just so you could keep your moans at an increased volume, just so you could force your ex-girlfriend to sit in the sound. “Naci!”

Her name tumbled from parted lips and your orgasm shocked your entire system, causing you to shudder and lose your grip on the dildo still wedged inside you. The sensation was enough to put you to sleep, but you fought it, trying to catch your breath as you stumbled to the shower.

You were wrapped in your towel when you opened the door to skip across the hall, and that's when you saw her. Back flush against the wall, jaw set and twitching, as she shifted dark eyes to you; Shuri was angry, and the image of her stewing in her rage pleased you deeply. You shot her a wink before stepping into the bathroom and letting the door click shut, still reeling from the combined high of your climax and the sight of a pissed-off panther.

•••

Soft lips on your neck made you giggle as you leaned into the tingle they brought about, wanting desperately for the fingers indenting your uncovered waist to travel farther south. “My lips feel good right there shawty?”

“Mhmm.” Naci’s teasing digits looped under the band of your damp panties, causing you to whimper. You wanted more, and your little rocking rhythm on her thigh told her as much. She refused to grant your wish though, yanking her fingers free from underneath the cloth clinging to your cunt and you whined. “S-Stop playing with me.”

She chuckled at your cute little stutter, and you pouted. “You sure ole girl not here? Cause I ain't tryna get my ass handed to me by no Black Panther, my face too pretty for that.”

“You are kinda pretty,” You slung your arms around her neck, leaning back a little to admire her cute face. The Sun shining through the large windows in your living room reflected on her septum ring, and you let your palms caress the orange velvet durag tied snugly on her head. “And no, her ass is not here. But even if she was I wouldn't care. Ion give a damn about Shuri's delusional ass, I want you.”

Naci laughed again, sliding her fingers up and down the base of your spine before cupping your ass in both palms. “See you can say that, cause she not gon do nothing to you. But ion know, I'm a lil scared of her.”

You groaned at this, not wanting to accept that Shuri indeed held the power to prevent you from getting fucked as you deserved. It’d been too long since you were laid up under somebody's daughter, and having to make yourself come only served to bore you. “Don't worry about her, she can't do shit to you. Worry about this pussy instead, and how wet it is for you.”

Fingers laced around her wrist, bristling under the icy brush of her Rolex as you dragged her hand to your needy center. “You feel that baby,” Her own fingers skimmed the sizable puddle seeping through your underwear, making you hiss when she pressed into your achy clit above the material. “Sooo fucking wet for you.”

“So fucking wet for me, huh?” You nodded and she returned her lips to your throat, never losing her pace of stroking you.

Small whimpers climbed out of you as she continued, and Naci encouraged your rolling hips. You were dampening her jeans, but that was an afterthought now. “Fuck, shawty you so damn sexy, this pussy feels so good.”

“Y-Yeah? You gon fuck it then baby?” You were practically riding her fingers and she had yet to slip one inside you. Desperation drove your humps, and it proved to turn her on; Naci leaned back against your couch, watching you seductively as she pushed into your clit like a button, all whilst leaving the work up to you and your incessant grinding. She wanted you to get off on the mere idea of potentially getting what you wanted, her smirk gave that away, and the act brought familiarity with it.

Shuri did that. A lot. She would deviously force you to ride her thigh with zero assistance on her end, hovering above you as she watched you writhe in her sheets solely from gentle pecks along your neck.

And you would come. Always. Because Shuri's presence was arousing like that. Well, it used to be arousing like that.

“I might be open to it. Right here on the couch though?” She questioned, seemingly amused.

You nodded, “Right fucking here on the couch baby. Right here.”

Naci slid your panties to the side, gasping when she glanced down at your shiny folds, then her eyes flicked to yours with a grin, “I got you like that?”

“Mhmm!” She sucked her sticky finger before finally connecting her bare skin with your own and she circled your hole, sinking a single digit inside. “Oh fuck, just like that baby. Add another one!”

Her smirk was immediate, and she did as you asked, sliding a second finger in, a third sneaking in soon after and you whined from her shaking pumps. “Ooh shit! Fuck me, baby, don't stop!”

“Don't stop?” Her rhythm differed from your preferred, but it did its part in winding you up all the same, and when her thumb flicked your clit, you lost it.

“Fuck! Keep going! Deeper, baby, deeper!” And she obliged, slithering her slick-coated digits deeper into your soaked pussy, looking down at her handy work as her fingers fucked you. She was moaning along with you as you rocked into her press, hips stuttering, causing you to throw your head back. The couch cushions crumbled inside your fists as you used them to anchor yourself, climax swimming swiftly to you. “Just like that ooh! Fuck baby, you got this pussy so damn wet. You finna make me–”

“What the fuck are you doing?” You were so caught up in your bliss and the promise of an orgasm, that the sound of an opening door passed you idly by. But the feel of your apartment walls quaking under the slam of it pulled you out of your euphoria instantly. You listened to the rattling in your cabinets, glasses clinking under the sudden clap of thunder, and you watched your picture frames tilt on their hooks. All this occurred with three skilled digits still shoved deep inside you, but they'd lost their rhythm now; they were unmoving.

Your head was still craned backward when your eyes connected with Shuri’s erratic ones. She was seething in the doorway, bubbling in her rage next to a rather entertained-looking Riri. You smirked, still riding Naci’s stiff digits as you watched her fume. Shuri clenched and unclenched her fists; there would be a hole in the wall soon if you didn't stop, but you didn't want to.

Beneath you, Naci went limp, eyeballs widened as she gaped anxiously at your ex-girlfriend who looked seconds away from blowing every gasket in her lean body. There was no exchange of words, only movement. Shuri marched to your side just as the terrified girl stuck under your thighs found the courage to pull her stretching digits from within your cunt, hoisting you up and throwing your body over her shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“Girl put me the fuck down are you fucking crazy?!”

Shuri held tightly to your ass while she carried you, ignoring your screams and your flailing, dragging you to the kitchen as she tossed an emotionless refrain to Naci. “When I turn around, I expect that you’ll be gone.”

From your incapacitated position on Shuri’s shoulder, you watched Naci scramble for her things, finally regaining motor functions as she slipped out the door hurriedly past Riri, mumbling a soft apology and a promise to text you later. You felt horrible, truly. This was your own doing. Actually, no, this was Shuri’s doing. Because she had no clue how to leave you the fuck alone.

You shot her a murderous scowl once on your feet, smiling smugly when the flashing vein in her forehead caught your eye. “I told you to stop fucking touching me, Shuri.”

“And I told you, to watch how you speak to me. My patience with you sthandwa… Bast it’s beginning to run out,” Hot hands clasped your jaw, tilting your head forcefully, as she gazed into your wild eyes. Pulling away was useless; Shuri used her strength on you now, you realized. A rare occurrence, and this time without your permission. “You're testing me. Not leaving me with many options baby.”

“I'm not your fucking baby. Get your hands off me. Ngoku.” (now)

This fall of tone made her flinch, and your language shift resulted in her obeying you for once. A glint of pride swirled in her deep irises, outshining her agitation, and you lapped it up as you were trained to.

The artistry of Shuri’s transition from enraged to elated would always leave you in awe. It remained an irritating ability but as she did it now, before you, you felt your own annoyance begin to melt away momentarily. “I see you haven't forgotten everything I taught you, Ntomb'am.” (my girl)

“I'm not your girl. Not anymore, so just stop it Shuri. I'm over this, I'm over us — you. I'm cool off all this shit, so just stay out of my love life and leave me the hell alone!”

Hurt stormed her eyes like lightning, and you were almost remorseful. But then Shuri smirked down at you, shoulder pressed into your refrigerator, and she opened that damn mouth of hers to speak words, “So, allowing yourself to be fingered out in the open by someone who lacks relevance is considered having a love life now?”

“I fucking hate you.”

Her lips curved, “Oh, not even you believe that, thando-iwam.”

Ahead of your comeback, Riri strutted past you both during the heat of it all, mumbling a, “Yeah, y’all definitely finna fuck” with a low laugh on her way to her room and you groaned when Shuri’s smirk broadened.

Truthfully you’d forgotten she was still in the room, Shuri’s irritating aura was all-consuming in that way, and her complacent attitude would forever be the worst part of her. You wanted her out of your head, out of your home, and out of your life entirely. But for now, you would settle for out of your face.

“I mean it, Shuri. I'm done.” You trekked to your room after this, with plans of once again bringing about your own orgasm.

•••

Blaring music entranced your hips, and they swayed seductively with a mind of their own. You threw your ass back on Naci, and like a skilled receiver, she caught all of it, administering light spanks.

“I ain't think you was gon fuck with me no more, not after that shit Shuri crazy ass pulled.” Your syllables came out slurred, weighed down by alcohol and the reverberating bass of club music.

When she squeezed your hips, you giggled, allowing the taller woman to whisper her response directly in your ear. “I ain't plan to. Messing with a girl whose ex got superpowers not my gig,” You frowned at her confession, cursing Shuri for ruining yet another good thing for you, but when she spun you to face her, it flipped, morphing into a smirk that matched hers. “But, I seen you tonight, in this tight ass dress, and ion know, guess I couldn't keep my distance.”

“Oh? You fucking with the dress?” You wiggled your waist and she nodded after scanning you up and down, pulling you in.

Her eyes twinkled, matching the lights floating in the ceiling, and that fucking smile did something unlawful to your center. You leaned in, connecting your glossed lips to hers; her kiss back was immediate, and so came that sweltering stare you’d anticipated. Shuri’s glare did nothing to deter you though, because you didn't care if she saw Naci’s grip on your ass as she kissed you. She would just have to watch if she chose to stare.

“She here?” Lips grazed your chest, nipping softly on your cleavage and you whimpered with a chuckle.

“Somewhere.”

Naci cupped your face with one palm, allowing the other to slip under the hem of your leather dress. You were trying to keep your composure, but the feel of Shuri’s eyes heating up as she watched you now was encouraging, so you permitted her continuance. “Damn, you would really let me rub on this pussy right here, huh?”

The low rasp of her voice made you blush, and it was then that you thanked the universe for dark skin, and dark clubs. “Maybe.”

“While I'm down for that, I prefer a bed. A big one. Need space for the shit I got planned for you shawty.”

Your moan was involuntary as her words struck your dampening cunt, her smirk not going unnoticed. “You wanna get out of here then? I got a big ass bed, baby.”

“Oh, shit. Yeah, yeah,” She hadn't expected this response, and her surprise was adorable. “For sure, for sure. But I gotta drop my friend off and head back to mine to get my stuff. I can meet you back at yours?”

Your smile answered her question, and she nodded, placing a soft kiss on your lips, letting it linger before grabbing one last handful of your ass. “That's perfect.”

Irritation returned the moment Naci stepped away, and its cause inched closer to you now. You didn't have to turn around, those hands would be on your body soon, those invasive fucking hands. Like your hips, they too thought for themselves, and they did so now, as Shuri snaked them around your midsection from behind. Instinctively, you pushed back on her; you may not have wanted her, but your body knew her touch and it reacted in the way she liked.

“I see you're having fun, sthandwa.” Her breath hit your neck, and you shut your eyes to let it wash over you. So sultry, and that accent was not helping. Your compliance was to be blamed on the alcohol simmering inside you, because if you were sober, the Princess would not be able to hold you as she did now, you wouldn't allow her fingerprints to brush your sides, her lips wouldn't have pressed into the nape of your neck, and you damn sure wouldn't have moaned like you just did.

You bit your lip, swallowing the second cry attempting to leave your throat and you felt her chuckle as she swayed you. “Get off me, Shuri.”

“Don't deny your gorgeous body what she craves, baby.” Lips never left your neck; Shuri spoke each word into your flesh, letting her teeth press in just a bit.

“Get off me. I'm leaving.”

Her lips began their decline, traveling to your shoulders and you shuddered, just as she wanted you to. “You’d really let her fuck you?”

“Jealous it won't be you, Princess?”

Shuri pulled you closer, and you ground into her harder, letting her body get one last taste of what used to be hers. “Quite.”

“Aww, that's too fucking bad, your Majesty. Now get the hell off me.”

You ripped yourself from her hold. The wrong move; you knew this. Shuri slammed your back into the nearby wall almost immediately, remaining silent as she watched your bosom bounce, “This dress always did look good on you.”

“Shuri le–”

“Shush baby,” Her index finger pressed into your pillowy lips and you resisted the urge to suck it. Fuck. “You had your chance to speak, I’ve been allowing you to run that pretty mouth for weeks. Now it’s my turn, okay?”

You nodded, eyes blown and heart racing.

“You know I can't let you leave here to go fuck her right?” The dark tremor of her words went straight to your aching sex, and you cursed your body's eager reaction to her. You should be past this, you were past this, but your dampening folds said otherwise. “I was willing to let you have your fun, even if that meant watching some nobody touch you where I used to. Wasn't I being so fair?”

Another nod, but Shuri did not seem to be satisfied with this one, and she cupped your jaw harshly, fingers pressing deep into your cheeks, bringing forth a low gasp as your mouth popped open. “Sthandwa, when I ask you a question, you know I expect a response with words.

“Stop touching me, Shuri.”

She grinned before letting you go, and she stepped in closer to inhale your scent, shoving the musk of her own cologne straight into your lungs. Shuri's hands found your waist, tugging your hips closer to hers and she grunted under the collision, marveling openly at your ability to stifle your own. It was hard, you could admit that; denying her had been significantly easier when she was holding back.

“You don't want that and you know it.” Her fucking taunting smile, Jesus. The glint of her golden grills blinded you, and you were forced to shift your focus to her hands — her fingers. Gold covered those too, in the form of rings, and her iced-out Patek whirled your mind. Fuck.

You hissed when she slipped her ringed digits up against your bare cunt beneath your dress, pleading eyes boring into hers. “I can fucking smell you,” Shuri's head hit your shoulder as she slid her fingers through your wet folds, and she growled, the sound alone tightening your nipples. “All night I've been smelling you. You can't keep, fuck… you can't keep testing me like this.”

“Shuri…”

“Tell me to stop. Tell me I’m crossing my last line and I’ll leave you alone.” You bit your lip, pondering this. You should tell her to stop, reject her, shove her away. This was the logical thing to do, the healthy thing to do. But fuck, she was in your face, that cologne clogged your senses, the glimmer of her blinged-out teeth hypnotized you, and goddamn it, you wanted her.

When you relaxed into her hold she chuckled knowingly, “There's my girl.”

Shuri placed a capable palm up against the back of your neck, squeezing possessively as she guided you through a sea of warm bodies and out into the nippy night. The press of her fingers remained protective on the walk; you did not protest her guidance, ignoring the sloshing alcohol in the pit of your stomach.

Once inside the car, you crossed your arms, deciding at the last minute to put up some sort of fight. “Shuri, I don't thi–”

“Hush,” And you obeyed without question, falling back into old patterns as your ex-girlfriend snarled at you under ceiling stars, eyes stalking your barely covered body. “Spread your legs.”

You obliged, albeit hesitantly, and her digits climbed the insides of your thighs. “Fuck…” Her obsession with them had not waned over the three months you'd been apart, and you watched her get lost in them now: squeezing and kneading your thick flesh, gasping at the way they jiggled beneath her touch; Shuri loved the color contrast. Dark faded into darkest, and Shuri moaned as she trailed fingertips along the ombréd skin, inching closer and closer to your awaiting cunt.

“Can I keep going?” A genuine question, probably the softest words she'd offer if you were to oblige. But you agreed anyway, granting her permission to go all the way because you didn't want soft, you wanted rough and unyielding. Luckily for you, your Panther specialized in that.

“Three weeks you’ve been denying me, sthandwa. Three weeks of your little games.”

Of course she viewed it that way, because Shuri’s view of reality was so skewed. “Wasn't no games, Shuri. I just ain't want your ass.”

“Your cunt has been humming a different melody, pretty girl.”

Your clit jumped at her words, and she chuckled. “I hate you.”

“Have you convinced yourself that you actually do yet?” Shuri pushed your dress up, and you begrudgingly hoisted your hips to assist her in bunching it around your middle, rolling your eyes in the process. When your pussy was exposed to the warmth of the car’s air, Shuri sighed. “Fuck… let me see her.”

So you turned to face her in the passenger seat, sprawling wide and rewarding her with the prize she thought herself deserving of. You kept watch of her face: her gaping mouth, bulging eyes, that sexy bottom lip enfolded neatly beneath glittery canines. God, she's so fucking sexy, and your arousal intensified the longer your eyes stayed on her.

Shuri’s eyes, however, were not on yours. Big browns glued themselves to the moisture collecting at your core. You knew how wet you were, you felt every trickle of slick as it slid down your fat pussy lips, pooling right under your ass in the seat of Shuri’s Rolls Royce. But Shuri, she saw how drenched you were, she witnessed it now, and she salivated greedily at the sight.

She reached a hand out hesitantly, then pulled it back to herself, making you tilt your head in confusion. “Tell me I can touch her, give me permission.”

Her request was as surprising as it was attractive, and you bit your lip menacingly with a lone smirk. “No.”

“No?” It knocked the wind out of her, which had been your goal, and you only doubled down as you watched her right eye twitch. “You're denying me. Are you confident in this decision?”

Were you confident in this decision? The night was ending with the two of you fucking, there was no questioning this, but your choices now had all the bearing on how ruthless she'd be. But again, you were not looking to be handled with care.

“Beg me.” Shuri's shock was an image you wanted to hang alongside the gorgeous art in your home; priceless; only of its kind. “Beg for my permission, Princess.”

You were treading in murky waters here, you knew it, she knew it, but you would keep yourself afloat for as long as you could.

Shuri sighed, and you grinned over at her; you could tell she was fighting one of her own, and when you quirked your brow, she let it free, gleaming teeth on full display. “You don't play fair, pretty girl.”

“You know this, Princess.”

A hot hand groped your large thigh, nails digging deep into thick flesh as she tried her hardest to keep her fingers away from their desired location and you whimpered. “Please, thando-iwam, let me touch her, let me feel her. Please let me dip a finger inside, she's so soaked for me already, please let me take care of your gorgeous pussy.”

The thick drag of her accent made you wetter, producing a long groan, and you bucked your hips involuntarily, making Shuri smile. “Fuck, Shuri…”

“I take it, that's my permission? I can feel this pretty cunt now?” You nodded, and she shook her head. “You can do better than that. Give me that word I crave.” Her fingernails still indented your leg and she sunk them deeper now, almost deep enough to break skin and you cried out.

“Yes, Shuri! You can touch my pussy!”

She hummed, allowing her palm to flatten, and she began to massage the crescents her fingernails drew in your skin. “Oh… you have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into, my baby.”

Shuri reached over, and you braced yourself for the pressure of slim digits at your sopping core, but that sensation never came. Instead, the Princess reached for your purse sitting on the floor, examining the strap intently. “Yes, this'll do,” She mumbled to herself and you remained puzzled. Here you were, legs wide, wet pussy exposed, yet she seemed more interested in the bag you carried than your continued leaking for her.

She examined the chain, trailing her fingers along it, then that smirk you knew all too well made its umpteenth appearance. Shuri broke the strap roughly from the bag, making you gasp. “Shuri what the fuck?! That was fucking expensive!”

“Yeah, I should know, I bought it.” Shuri rolled her eyes, pushing onto her knees and reaching above you. You peered up at her, watching her work in utter confusion as she looped your purse’s strap through the grab handle overhead, securing it tightly. Then she pulled on your left arm, circling the chain around your wrist harshly before repeating the action on your right. Three loops on both arms made sure you stayed in place, and you grumbled, annoyed.

Once back in her seat, she marveled at her handy work, grinning wide as she licked her lips. “You should see how fucking helpless you look right now.”

With your arms suspended above your head, there was little movement you could do. The position turned you on, making the beat in your already throbbing cunt intensify, wanting desperately for Shuri to fucking stick something inside you. Your desperation shone on your face and she feigned a frown when you whined her name.

Shuri fiddled with the lustrous black beads on her wrist, plucking one away with a smirk, and when it flashed red, you knew exactly what you were in for. A slender finger pranced through your watery folds, she dragged it through slowly, never once brushing your clit, but you moaned from her touch all the same. “Baby, pl-ease, I need…”

“In due time, pretty girl.”

Her finger was wrapped in that dangerous tongue of hers soon after, your eyes pitifully following every swirl as Shuri moaned from that flavor she missed so much, then she returned her attention to the bead. That bead, so minuscule, but its power? Unrivaled.

You weren't ready for it.

Shuri pressed it into your clit anyway, tapping her wrists to begin the pulsations before starting the car, and you screamed. “God!”

•••

“Sh-Shuri, please! Fuck! Oh my god!” Your hips jerked as you shook under the vibrating bead stuck to your clit. Your juices were splashing everywhere, moans bellowing out your throat while Shuri drove leisurely down the street. “Oh fuck! Oooh please!”

The sensation had you flying, your lips were chapped and you thrashed, legs and tits bouncing frantically. She remained unbothered by your screams though, keeping her eyes on the road as you wailed beside her, defenseless against her creation. “Fuck!” Your arms were tired and sore, the metal from the purse strap bruising your wrists as you dangled hopelessly in the passenger seat. Your orgasm came knocking, and it was a violent rap, one your curling toes could not ignore.

“Don't fucking come on my seat.” She didn't look at you, though you could tell she wanted to. Shuri kept her left hand on the wheel, scratching her sharp jawline swiftly before letting the corner of her mouth twitch.

“Drif-faster!” It was barely a word, though it seemed to register, and she smirked fully now.

Her eyes met yours for the first time in fifteen minutes and you could've sworn they softened a little, but the look didn't last long; her menacing gleam returned and she tapped her wrist, upping the speed of the small ball demolishing your used bud. “Faster right? That's what you said?”

You couldn't react, couldn't respond because all your focus lay with containing your release to make her happy, and it was beyond difficult. The sounds of your drenched pussy kept climbing and your screams weren't far behind.

“I-I h-hate y-ou! H-hate you sooo fu-cking much!” Your shaking was uncontrollable, and Shuri laughed, reaching over to shove two digits deep into your seeping cunt. Similarly to her driving, her pumps were slow, barely scratching the itch you had, and it only fueled your anger. Fuck her, honestly.

“Yeah, keep saying that baby, tell me how much you fucking hate me. Getting me so wet.” She chuckled again, as she came to a complete stop at a yellow light. Demonic bitch. You imagined kicking her, but the sick fuck would probably enjoy it.

You were whining, on the verge of tears almost, the buzzing bead drilling deeper into your clit, and your hole tightened around Shuri's fingers. “I h-hate you!” You spared a glance down at your wet core, letting yourself become entranced with the way tattooed fingers fucked you as your creamy pussy wept around them.

Your head was spinning, and you slammed your eyes shut, biting your lip as you allowed your hips to rut into Shuri’s fingers.

“Come. I dare you.”

You didn't care, you couldn't hold it anymore. The pleasure was too much, and it had you reeling, all thoughts drifting to how badly you wanted — needed to frolic with the stars, you needed to come and you were going to. Right on her coaxing fingers, right on her already dampened seat. And you did, sucking her digits in deeper with your willful clench, and you screamed. You squirted, sprayed everything in the front seat as she fucked you through it, your body swinging from side to side.

When you opened your eyes you tried adjusting your blurred vision, and you took in your surroundings. You were still heaving, the bead still buzzing, but the tempo was softer now, massaging almost, and you sighed once you realized you were home.

“You really don't know how to follow instructions, huh?” Shuri’s drawl was but an echo as it bounced around your mind, making you loopier.

“Inside?” It was the only word on your tongue, and you hoped that she understood what you were asking.

Shuri smiled, easing her digits from your dribbling pussy with care, but she left the Kimoyo bead in place and you grunted. “Before we go in sthandwa, I need to know if you remember our safe words.”

You awarded her a weak nod, hoping it would suffice, but Shuri wanted to hear your shaky words. In part because she needed to know the two of you were on the same page, but also because she wanted to get off on your inability to speak without stuttering. “Three n-noble g-gasses cause y-you're a n-nerd.”

This made her chuckle, and she beamed over at your spent body, still dangling, still helpless as you sat in your mess, your black dress streaked with your cum. “You remember which ones, pretty?”

“Neon, good o-or keep g-oing. Xenon, slow down or b-break. Krypton, s-stop.”

“Good girl.”

You wanted to return her weak smile, but you opted for a scowl instead, earning yet another laugh from her. “N-Nerd.”

“I’d fuck you right here, just like that with those hands out of the way. Roll the windows down and open all the doors so the entire neighborhood can hear just how pitiful you are when I'm inside you. But, that wouldn't be fair, would it?”

Your body scorched at the thought of Shuri's threat; she wasn't bluffing. Her palm gripped your face again, but this time you leaned into it, granting yourself permission to bask in it like you wanted to. Shuri’s touch was addicting, regardless of its harshness, and you let yourself relax into the feel of fingers digging into your dimples, unashamed.

“I-Inside?” You asked again, and her smile was enough to set you on fire as you peered at her through hooded eyes.

“Yeah, we're going inside now pretty girl.” Shuri took one last look at your restrained form and the cum staining your thighs, biting her lip as her eyes found the low humming bead still attached to your tired cunt. Though its intensity had lessened, the continued vibrations were still too much, and you secretly wished she would rescue you from its assault, but you knew better.

Sleep spoke to you while you hung there breathless, and you felt inclined to listen as you tugged pointlessly on your tied-up wrists. Shuri sucked on her fingers as she watched you wiggle across from her, that satisfied little smile only served to infuriate you. You had not missed her games. She knew how badly you wanted her right now, and her wicked mind was content to watch you unravel.

There was a slow build in the pit of your stomach, stacking and stacking; another orgasm underway, but you were fighting it. “Sh-Shuri…”

“Alright.” She grinned, unbuckling her seatbelt and exiting the car. She was on your side in milliseconds, pulling the door open and she spun you, making you wince from the slight pain on your wrists. She did nothing to shield your body from passersby as she reached to untie you, and you whined. “You're a mess.”

You were, and you knew once you crossed the threshold of your apartment, you would only get messier. Loving lips kissed your blemished wrists tenderly once you were freed, your eyes finding hers immediately, wanting nothing more than to witness the care floating inside them, and you smiled at her.

“Pretty.” Her whisper shook you, and your heartbeat came alive, Shuri's knowing smirk alerting you that she was privy to its thump. “Can you stand?”

She allowed your nod this time, placing her palm on your back to steady you as your heels hit the concrete. You wobbled, but that was expected, and Shuri guided you inside slowly.

Thinking you were in the clear was a childish belief, one you fell victim to as you absorbed Shuri's touch. Once you stepped onto the elevator, all feelings of warm and fuzzy evaporated the second those doors slid shut.

“Shuri fuck!” The buzzing between your thighs returned and it came back stronger than before. You hadn't even seen her toy with her wrist. Fuck ass bitch, there was a special place carved in hell for her, this you were sure of. Your clit screamed out to you, begging you for relief as you listened to the sloshing happening at your core, slick trickling down your thighs, but you had none to offer. Your only defense was squatting down in the elevator with your hand gripping the railing.

“Oooh! Shu-ri, fuck you! F-Fuck you!”

Her back was to you, and you watched her shoulders rise with her words, “I'm so turned on right now by the sound and smell of you, I just might let you.”

“And you better not come.”

It was too late, you were already wailing, falling to your knees as a second flood came washing through you on the elevator floor. “Fuck! Shit oh my god, Shuri I'm fucking coming, I c-can't!”

She shook her head, passing a glance back at you only briefly before stepping off when the doors opened on your floor. “Walk.”

It was the only word you needed, it got you on your feet with zero assistance, and you staggered out of the elevator behind your ex, leaving a puddle of your release behind without a care. You were on her leash again, fully now, the thing you’d been running from for three weeks. But you didn't care anymore, you needed her in every way imaginable, and you would have her.

•••

You watched Shuri nervously from where you stood in the doorway as she checked herself out in the closet mirror, grinning wide and appreciating the shiny embellishments in her mouth. She twisted slightly in the swivel chair, but not once had she taken her eyes off her reflection.

Shuri was aware of her attractiveness. On any other person this behavior would be gag-inducing, but seeing the Princess of Wakanda salivate over herself before you now made your thumping clit jump under the slowing tremors of the toy clinging to it.

You were awaiting further instruction, too afraid to make a move without your Panther’s say. And Shuri used this to her advantage. She knew you’d stand there all night untouched if she forced you to, and you cursed your easy way of falling back in line for her.

“Khulula.” (take it off) There was no time wasted in between the toss of her command, and you ridded your body of your ruined dress, freeing your breasts and ass from confinement. When it hit the floor, Shuri's hot eyes found your bare skin from where she sat, their gaze predatory.

“Fuck, you're so sexy,” She sucked in her bottom lip, and you blushed under the heat of her compliment. “Can't believe I stayed away from you for three weeks.”

“Technically you didn't. You were al–”

That index finger of hers went up, clipping your sentence and shutting you up. “Crawl to me, sthandwa.”

It was automatic, your compliance, and you were on your knees, creeping slowly towards the Princess. Your mind and body never lost that need to obey, and they reflected this now, as you kneeled before her with her strong palm around your throat. She clutched your neck, squeezing softly and you let yourself get caught up in your dwindling oxygen flow.

“You look good on your knees for me.” She tightened her hold on your throat, leaning in to kiss you sloppily, and you whined into her mouth, chasing after the press of tender lips. Your desperation made her chuckle, and Shuri pulled away on purpose. “You want me to kiss you again?”

“Y-Yes Panther.”

The address made her grin widen; spitting it out was muscle memory, and Shuri graciously granted your wish. This kiss was harder, driven by her hunger for you and she hoisted you up by your throat, spreading her legs as she instructed you to sit between them in the chair. You pressed into her chest immediately, soaking up the vibrations of her laughter as you allowed her to spin the both of you to face the mirror.

“Look at yourself, baby” She pointed to your reflection and your eyes met in the glass. “You see how sexy this body is? Hmm?

A shy smile tugged on your lips, and you rolled your eyes. You knew Shuri would be expecting an answer though, and the way she squeezed tighter on your throat was the only warning you received. Her eyes were on yours as she spoke again, their intensity making you shrink a little, “Do you see how sexy you look right now? Answer me.”

“Mhmm.”

The pressure on your throat increased. “Not good enough, do better. Look at yourself and tell me how sexy you are.”

“S-So sexy. I’m so sexy.”

Her palm traveled up your neck eagerly and she moaned into your ear at the sound of your words, letting her ringed fingers clutch your face harshly. “Fuck… say it again.”

“I’m so sexy.”

Shuri nodded, dragging her digits down your face as she watched you twitch beneath their tingle, agreeing wholeheartedly with your statement. “Yes. You are.” Her hips bucked into your bare back now and you couldn’t help but giggle under the sensation.

Her squeeze on your face only grew in strain, her rings diving deep into your flesh and you winced under the ache. The sound caught Shuri’s attention, and she let you go, admiring the small trickle of blood brought about by her gold jewelry.

“Oh… thando-iwam, look what I’ve done to this pretty face. Will you forgive me?” Her grills came out to play, blinding you as that maniacal grin formed on her mouth; Shuri's plea for absolution was not sincere.

The pad of her thumb brushed the spot, sweeping the crimson droplet as one would a tear, and she locked eyes with you in the mirror, hoisting her finger to those gorgeous lips, and she sucked — swallowing your bright blood with a deep moan.

Witnessing this act, its intimacy, was enough to shove you straight into another release. “Panther, I’m gonna c-come again!”

Shuri smiled, licking her red-stained lips in the mirror before tapping your legs, and they sprang open. She wasted no time pulling the bead away, making you sigh in relief.

“Give me a word baby, where are you?”

“Neon.”

“Good fucking girl.” You watched as her inked digits dug into your depths, pulling a cry out of you when she nudged that special spot. Shuri fucked your cunt with ferocity, using her free hand to pull on your erect nipple.

You were shaking, spreading your legs wider in the chair as you watched those skilled fingers move in and out of your hungry hole. “Faster baby, faster! Fuck me faster!”

“You see how perfectly my fingers fit in this pretty pussy? You see how easily they slip in and out? She knows me. She missed me.” She bit your neck and you screamed, jolting forward into her thrusts as you nodded.

“Yes, Panther! She missed you! Keep fucking her like that, just like that Panther oh my god!”

She scissored those foul fingers inside you, pressing deeper into your g-spot with each jab and her grip returned to your throat, craning it downward to make you watch your cunt stretch around her. “Look at your pussy. Look at how she's coating my fingers fuck, you see?”

“Yes, Panther!”

“She can't make you feel like this. This pussy isn't hers. I'm the only one allowed in here, yeva?” (are we clear) You nodded, barely aware of who Shuri was referring to, but she craved a yes, and you were eager to offer it up.

She rammed into you, shutting her eyes as she listened to your unending squishing for her, your wetness leaking all over both of your bodies. Her thumb found your clit and she flicked it with precision, earning loud cries from you. “Keep doing that baby, just like that!”

Your poor clit; you could not aid her. “Tell me how much you hate me. Say it for me!”

“I fucking hate you, god I hate you so much! Ooh shit, I h-hate you!”

Her digits refused to relent, and Shuri moaned your name as she let her eyes stay trained on how well she drilled you with only fingers, smirking every time you clamped around them. “That's it, baby, make that big mess for me. Come hard around my fingers.”

“S-So close for you Panther, make me fucking come! Make this pussy cream for you baby, so messy for you!”

Your squelching cunt remained Shuri's favorite tune, and she listened now, looping the sound. If her thrusts into your back were any indication, she too, was on the verge of orgasm.

“My messy baby. Oh look at that, look at that cunt get fucked!” She kissed your neck, twitching aimlessly underneath you.

“Panther I’m gonna, I'm- fuck oh I'm coming, I'm coming baby shit!”

Your scream cracked as it floated out of your throat and into the air, causing you to go limp in Shuri’s embrace. She quivered, eyes shut tight, fingers still working your pussy. This wouldn't do. “Shuri, open your eyes.”

She bucked under you still, but those eyes remained closed as she grunted lowly. “Open those eyes baby, let me see them.”

Your voice was but a cool breeze as it whisked her lids open and she stared deeply into your soul as she permitted her orgasm to hit. “Bast! Y-You're in my head, got me so crazy I’m gonna come for you sthandwa, shit! D-Didn't even need to t-touch me fuck!”

“Do it for me, Panther. Wanna make my Panther come so hard in those fucking jeans.”

She cupped large handfuls of your breasts, tweaking each nipple as her eyes burned holes into your own in the mirror before you, jutting her hips tirelessly to get herself off. “Say it again.”

“I fucking hate you, Shuri.”

And those were the words to send her all the way. She moaned with wild exuberance, writhing in the chair as her climax engulfed her, never once losing your gaze. Shuri's mouth hung agape and her breathing hitched, warm air hitting your neck as she sank her teeth deep into your flesh as a means to ground herself.

It was the hottest thing you'd ever seen, largely because it’d never happened before, not this way around, and the pair of you laughed, allowing yourselves a moment to slowly come down from your highs.

“Where are you, baby?” She kissed her teeth marks and you shuddered.

“Neon still. Need more.”

Shuri chuckled, hugging your tired body close as she rocked you in the chair, “Tell me what you need. Maybe I’ll reward you for being so good.”

“Wanna taste you.”

She raised a brow, clearly surprised by your shameless request. “Oh?”

“Please can I taste you, Panther?”

•••

“Guqa Ngamadol.” (kneel)

You waited, palms face down on your bent knees with Shuri's cum-filled cunt looming above you.

“Ready?” An eager nod bobbed your head as you let your eyes travel the length of lean legs, watching as Shuri lowered herself slowly onto your face, and she sighed breathily the second lips covered her clit.

Immediately, she fisted your tight coils forcefully, “Yess baby. Bast!” You lapped her up, round eyes watching her abs quiver with each moan she produced for you, and you hummed in enjoyment of her flavor.

“Tell me how good I fucking taste baby!”

“So fucking good, Panther, missed your pussy so much!”

She ground into your lips with a little whine, though she tried to eat it before you could notice. Panther speed evaded her just this once, and you were grateful for it as you nestled deeper into her pussy with your tongue, inhaling sharply. Her hole was expecting you, permitting you to slip in with ease, accepting your light thrusts as Shuri tensed above you.

She was tugging your hair, pushing her cunt harder against your mouth and her cries told you she was near. You’d be drowning in her release soon, and the thought caused you to squeeze your legs together. She pushed harder into your face, smearing her cum, and you returned your attention to her clit.

“You look so sexy down there, wanna keep you on the ground until your knees fucking hurt,” She ripped your mouth away from her sopping center and you whined, pouting up at her. “Would you like that? To eat my pussy until those knees can't take it anymore?”

“Yes, Panther.” Her clit pulled you in like a magnet and soon you were latched to it again: licking, sucking, slurping everything Shuri gave you. Her pussy was addicting like that, one taste and you wanted to know nothing else.

Shuri rode your face now, and you knew what that meant. Your fingernails drilled into the delicate meat of her thighs and you upped your suction.

“Fuck! I'm close, sthandwa! Tell me again, tell me how much you hate me so I can come for you!”

“God I hate you! So fucking much!” You mumbled it into her pussy, shoving your tongue deeper, and Shuri’s hole locked you in place. You grinned, awaiting that scream you knew was underway and when it hit, Shuri's entire body convulsed above you.

“Shit! Shit! You're pulling it out of me pretty girl, just like that! Pull it all the way out, fuck!” And she collapsed onto her mattress, exhaling long and deep. “Come let me taste myself on your lips, baby.”

You scaled the bed, climbing up to pull her in for a long filthy kiss, and Shuri spent extra time sucking your tongue, cleaning the lastings of her release off your face. “I taste so damn good, shit.”

You giggled, pecking her again. “Yeah.”

“Your turn.” And she was on her knees, bouncing back instantly as she tapped your large thighs until you opened up with a squish, your messy pussy fluttering like a butterfly below her. “Oh… look at that.”

A slender finger found your folds ahead of her mouth, and you groaned, receiving a scolding brow raise from your ex-girlfriend.

She trailed kisses down your thighs, nibbling on your cellulite as she inched closer to where you needed her most. But her lips never met your cum-coated ones, she dodged them entirely, pressing her mouth into your stomach and hips instead. “Shuri…”

“Be fucking patient.” She spanked your pussy, sending droplets of your many orgasms flying before sinking her teeth into your abdomen as punishment.

Shuri leaned down, dipping her tongue into your ocean teasingly with a smirk that you felt, and a quick peck was placed on your clit.

“Evil, evil little cat.” You grumbled, and she laughed into your pussy.

Finally, in sank her tongue, long and wet, and your cry was angelic. Shuri ate your pussy delicately, licking every fold with care as she inched to your clit. Once it was in her mouth, she siphoned the weary bud, easing you into it. “Such a pretty pussy.”

Her tongue swiveled around your achy bud; you were so sore, so sensitive, but you needed more of her mouth. Her slurping increased in speed and ferocity, and soon you were thrashing, gripping the sheets as your Panther ate you out. Your body's defense to the sensation was to squeeze her head with your thighs, a feeling Shuri enjoyed.

There was a low laugh as you sealed her head in place, and Shuri sent that dangerous tongue deep into your leaking entrance as you tugged fistfuls of her hair. “Devour me like I'm your fucking prey, Panther!”

She moaned into your most delicate with a nod, “Baptize me in these thick thighs baby! Smother me!”

“Lap me up, you eat this pussy so good Panther. Fuck! Keep your tongue right there, r-right there!” You were close again, battling that familiar build pushing its way through your core, pulling on every muscle you had. You saw stars, mind spinning as you squeezed her head and yanked her curls. “I'm coming for you, Panther! Coming all over that face! Suck this fucking pussy! This your pussy!”

“My fucking pussy!” She latched onto your clit, digging her hips into the sheets violently with desperate moans. Something inside you cracked permanently with this orgasm. You screamed her name, grinding your cunt into her soaked face as you sucked in your last breath. Damp white sheets tangled around your body as you kicked your feet with Shuri still suckling you through your bone-rattling climax. You whined, needing desperately for her to stop, but not wanting to disappoint her.

When she finally came up for air, she was steeped in your cum, droplets of your wetness clinging to her curls. Shuri smiled at you, grills gleaming and you shied away. “I can't wait to fuck you stupid, pretty girl.”

•••

Shuri left no room for acclimation. It’d been months since she stretched your tight walls, and the gracious thing in this circumstance would be to allow you to adjust to the size of her girthy strap. But what was grace in the eyes of the Princess? Did she believe you deserved it?

Your answer to these questions lay in the way she plowed you mercilessly from behind. Shuri did not care, and she fucked you hard, drilling that sentiment into your dribbling pussy.

“Fu-ck P-anther!”

Her strap grazed your walls, and you felt every dent, every divot as she pulled out just to slam back in. Your cunt sobbed, widening with every thrust of the toy destroying your hole. The sensation it brought forth, one that tightened your chest; it made your mind blank as you readily accepted all of her. “Listen to that pussy baby. You're so pathetic, can't help getting this wet for me, huh?”

Shuri pushed into you, not waiting for a response as she grasped your wild curls, yanking your neck up forcibly. The action jarred you, and you gasped, staring helplessly at the image of her working you from the back in the mirror before you. “Look at that face. See how sexy you look when you get fucked?”

You couldn't respond, too busy gurgling your saliva as she rammed into your cervix without a care.

“Answer me when I fucking speak to you, pretty girl. Look at yourself, do you see why I’m so addicted to staring at you when I'm buried deep in this perfect cunt?”

“Y-Yes! Panther! So sexy!”

Your pussy pulled Shuri’s dick in, claiming the curved member as her own, and you took a long hard look at your gyrating body in the reflective surface. Gone was the freshness of your coils, now they laid damp on your sweaty forehead, moving only when Shuri fucked into you hard. Your parted lips were swollen as you screamed for her, eyes blown to bits, and you struggled terribly to keep them open. Your tits jumped under each of Shuri's movements, and that’s where you found her eyes in the mirror.

Their bounce hypnotized her now, each grunt she expelled brought out by your tight squeeze on her cock and the vision of your pointed nipples, no doubt with the fantasy of nibbling on them floating around her scattered brain.

God, you’d missed watching how caught up in your body Shuri got when she filled your tight cunt with her veiny strap. You were a dream to her, and she was shameless in letting that show.

“Listen to that cunt, she's screaming for me, baby. So damn wet and pitiful.”

“P-anther!”

A hard slap came down on your ass, and you watched the smack shake your entire body. Damn that strength of hers, the pain it came with watering your eyes, and you tried your hardest not to let them spill, knowing she'd only make fun of you, but when her palm collided with your heated skin once more, stinging the same spot, you couldn't help it.

“You're crying, baby? Are those tears?”

She drilled you, smashing into your g-spot so hard, you heard a low crack in your spine as you arched for her.

“Shut up,” A sweet symphony when slicked in Shuri's accent, though its demand was anything but. “All I wanna hear is this wet pussy as I dive into you. Can you do that? Can you shut up for me?”

You nodded, biting your lip as your tears rolled into your mouth to swim with your spit. You fixated on her face, and it contorted as she absorbed your clench, each dive into your deepness tugging on her climax.

“Listen to that, fuck! Yeah, let that pussy do the talking pretty girl!”

You were drooling, eyes rolling back in your mind every time Shuri thrusted into you. Your muscles ached horribly, but your core seemed fond of its little dance with Shuri's strap, sucking her in, spitting her out, and she was entranced by it. Whenever your eyes found themselves opened, you'd catch her staring at the space where her hips connected to your ass cheeks, grinning and reveling in the sound of squelching pussy and slapping skin.

You were close again: body bubbling in that simmering pot of ecstasy, thighs wobbling as an indicator to your ex. “Ooh not yet baby, the show is just about to start.”

You didn't make a sound, per her instruction, choosing to hone in on your noisy slickness as you chomped on your inner cheek.

“Yo, the door was open so I ju–” Delirium did not bar your recognition of familiarity. This voice was one you knew: Naci. She stood frozen in the doorway, clutching her backpack, shock and hurt covering that pretty face, and all you wanted to do was shrivel up.

Shuri’s plans differed from your own, however. She fisted your hair, turning your neck to face Naci who still stood unmoving, that smirk evident in her voice, “Oh, thando-iwam, look who it is. Natty was it? Say hi to Natty baby.” She kept fucking you through your heavy tears.

"H-Hi N-Natty." A fractured greeting falling from a fractured throat as Shuri knocked into you.

“You see how easy it was for me to slut her out, Natty? Look at her, falling apart all around me.” Her thrusts dug deep, and you realized this whole time she'd been holding back. That first plow in front of Naci carved a hole in your throat, and your mewls were back, filling the room with every evil rut of Shuri's devilish hips.

She tightened her hold on your hair, yanking ruthlessly as she rammed into your aching sex amidst your broken screams, “Tell Natty who's fucking you this good, baby.”

You were a babbling mess: face wet with tears and spit, words evading you, unconsciousness knocking on your open door. Your body heated around Shuri, and she took your lack of response as disobedience. An open palm found your ass again, and you yelped. “Fucking tell her.”

“Y-You panther!” You locked eyes in the mirror and she tutted.

“No,” She bucked into your cunt, splashing your wetness. “Don’t tell me, tell her. Use that mouth you like to run so much.”

You hesitated, obviously, but that need to please was on fire now, and you turned to face Naci as Shuri continued drilling your drooling pussy from behind. “S-Shuri fucks me s-so good!”

“Again!”

You gripped the sheets; you'd be coming soon. “Shuri fucks me so good! Only her!”

“Whose dick do you want?”

You were mortified, embarrassment clinging to you like the cum on your skin, “Only yours baby, nobody can fuck me like my Panther!”

This pleased Shuri, and her thrusts became loving. Each hip jolt nudged your spongy area softly, luring your orgasm to the forefront, and you let it collect in your depths, preparing for the spread of bliss. “Oh god! Don't Stop panther, don't fucking stop, fuck this fucking pussy oh my god!”

“Yeah, you take me so fucking well. That's my good girl. My good fucking girl.” She was grunting, groaning louder as she railed your tired hole and your pussy drank her in like the greedy little thing she was.

“I'm your good girl!” You exploded then, pleasure coating and massaging your sore muscles as you collapsed at the foot of the bed, barely clinging to reality.

Shuri chuckled darkly, “You hear that Natty? She's mine. See your way out please so I can return all my focus to my girl, and leave the door open. Need everyone in this damn building to know who she fucking belongs to.”

There was shuffling, quick footsteps out of the room, and you sighed, allowing the tension and shame to leave your body as Shuri gripped your hips, pulling you back on her large cock over and over.

“S-She g-one?”

She laughed, pulling out to slap the strap on your sore clit before diving back in. “Yeah, baby, she’s gone. Are you okay, talk to me?”

“Xenon.”

•••

“Put me inside you.” You laid on your back, staring up at her longingly as you wrapped anxious fingers around her strap, positioning it at your entrance. Shuri pressed into you; slow; steady, and the heat of your core swallowed her thickness inch by fucking inch as her jeweled canines punctured your shoulder.

“Use my pussy, Panther!”

Her tongue found your nipples, sucking pleasantly, biting just enough to pull a small whimper out of you, and she moved to the other, her swirling tongue sending tremors straight to your clit. “Relax, pretty. It's just us now.”

Her coos worked to soothe you, and you calmed around her, relinquishing your spent body to Shuri’s languid thrusts. “That's it. Let me take care of you. Wrap your legs around me, let me get deeper.”

Your ankles locked around her waist, and the way she rocked into you like you were her most precious thing had your sobs tumbling from your swollen mouth. Your puzzle was complete with Shuri inside you. You’d found that missing piece hiding underneath the couch cushions, and finally pushing it in place was euphoric.

“So good. Your p-pussy is s-soo good, sthandwa.” She nuzzled into your neck, very obviously near her edge as she stroked you long and deep.

Lips met her damp face, and she looked into you. “W-Want to fill you up, want to mark you.”

You nodded, “Mark me, Panther. Fill me. Claim me.”

She smirked, diving her dribbling tip deeper into your bundle of nerves, “You going to say it for me? Say it for me so I can paint your precious walls with my cum baby.”

You waited a beat, no words, just your breathless moans, and Shuri’s tired grunts. You grabbed her face, mimicking her favorite way of capturing your attention, getting lost in those fucked out eyes of hers as you opened your mouth, “I l-love you, Shuri!”

Her surprise came instantly, and so did her nut. “Oh fuck! Oh, fuck I’m coming so deep inside you baby! Shit!”

Shuri’s thick seed spurted into you through the tip of her strap, a familiar feeling, one you missed. And it made itself one you were likely to chase forever, you thought, as you succumbed to your own rattling release, spasming under your Panther with a low exhale.

She didn't respond to your confession, choosing to knock her hips harder into yours as she spilled her release into your already stuffed hole, “Oh baby, you see how creamy I just made your pussy? Look at that big mess we just made!”

“So fucking sexy panther, my pussy was made for you to fill!” Your low babbles made Shuri chuckle with each of her continued thrusts, they were sloppier now, less practiced, but she showed no signs of relenting.

Honestly, you needed a break, that previously established safe word frolicking tauntingly on your tongue. Unfortunately, though, your desire to please the Panther bloomed stronger than any other want or need forming inside you, so you let her keep fucking you through it.

Shuri pulled out, slapping the tip hard against your sensitive clit, and the action made you eat your sigh of relief. She no longer took up space inside your walls, which you appreciated, but gone was her previous kindness. “I bet if I placed my mouth back on this filthy swollen cunt you'll unravel completely. Am I correct?”

You gave her a broken hum, but it wasn't what she wanted. “Pretty girl, where's my answer?” A harder slap came down on your center, and you listened to the loud squelch created by the toy’s contact with your skin right before she slid back in.

“C-Cant.” Was all you saw yourself able to give her, and she let the fractured word suffice.

Shuri's lips pressed into your bruised neck, and you exhaled from the softness, though she still drilled into you as she spoke. “Do you want me to stop? Give me a word baby.”

“Krypton.”

Her thrusts came to a halt, and she eased out of you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and tilting your weak body to face her in the sheets.

“You gon make me say it again ain't you?” The way Shuri undressed your existing nakedness now made you ponder a query: Was it possible to exist and harbor genuine hatred for this Princess? Lying to yourself took energy, of which you had none now, so you accepted what you knew to be true.

She nodded, and you gave her a tired grin, “I fucking love you, Shuri.”

“I know.” She kissed you, burning you with her hot, love-stained lips and you let yourself fall again — into her and into everything that made her.

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