#'yes she is' with one of those wide eye blush faces . bruh if i had seen him in person i wouldve popped the fck off. i REJECTED HIM and hE

[kyufiber-moved]

part 3 i promise this one’s more interesting

[simp-for-all-genders]

Ateez reactions to you walking out in only lingerie

Warning- suggestive & cursing

Summery-your friend is over but you didn’t know about it so you only walkout in lingerie cause it’s your own house duh

Word count-1,953

None of the gifs or pictures belong to me credit to the respective owners 

Seonghwa- “are you waiting for someone” you grab a blanket that was near and covered yourself “can you tell me when you’re coming over so I can be prepared asshole” “but answer my question are you waiting for someone” “no I’m not I just wanted to take pictures cause I feel pretty today” “girls do that” “some girls but why are you here” “I wanted to hang out with you but I kinda wanna do something else now” Seonghwa got up from the couch and walk towards me and pulled me closer to him “w-what are you doing” I was blushing hard “well you teased me so you got to finish what you started” he then looked down I looked down as well and saw that he had a boner “take the blanket off Y/n” “why should I you cant tell me what to do” he pulled me closer and whispered in my ear “you have no fucking idea what’s going to happen to you slut” he pulled the blanket off me and kissed me full of lust. The rest is up to your imagination hehe

Hongjoong- ”special occasion” I quickly turned my head just to see Hongjoong so I calm down *sigh* “no just wanted to feel pretty” “you’re always pretty there’s no need to wear lingerie to feel pretty” “thanks Hongjoong but do you think it's pretty” “yeah I think it’s pretty but you look beautiful in anything” I blush lightly and giggle “I’m going to change into real clothes be right back” “no don’t change it don’t get to see you like this often but I wish I did” he walks to me and kisses my forehead “your so beautiful I wish you were mine every day you know that” “no I didn’t but I have thought the same though” “great minds think alike” he hugs me and kisses my neck “will you be my girlfriend Y/n” I kiss him “yes”

Yunho- I automatically feel something hit me I see it was a hoodie Yunho’s hoodie to be specific “cover yourself you shouldn’t just walk out in lingerie” “BRUH if you would have told me you were coming over I would have this is my house after all” “I did tell you I texted you” I checked my phone it didn’t say Yunho texted me “it didn’t come thru so you didn’t tell me” “oh well umm okay sorry” “it’s whatever” “but why are you wearing lingerie” “I going to sell the pictures for money” “WHAT THE HELL Y/N, NO YOU CAN’T DO THAT I CAN PROVIDE FOR YOU DON'T DO THAT PEOPLE DON'T DESERVE TO SEE YOU LIKE THIS” “hahaha I was joking I wouldn’t do that I’m just wearing them I haven’t worn lingerie for some time now so I felt like wearing them and I look pretty in them” “put on the hoodie Y/n and please dont scare me like that” I giggle and put the hoodie on “sorry yunho but will you really provide for me” “of course I care about you so i'll do anything for you” I kiss his cheek “thanks yunho” i wasn't prepared for what yunho was going to say next “i can only see you like this don't let another man see you like this or i'll kill him okay” he gave me light kisses on my neck “okay” he kisses my lips “good”

(this man's going to be the death of me i swear)

Yeosang- “someone's feeling their self huh” “AHHH KANG YEOSANG WTF YOU SCARED ME” “I can see that haha” “why didn’t you tell me you were coming” “there isn’t a need to I come over almost every day” “true but dame dude” “your lingerie is cute by the way” “thanks but of course you do, don’t you have a thing for lingerie” “yeah but that doesn’t mean I can’t compliment you does it” “no it’s just that you like girls in lingerie in general so it doesn’t feel that special to me” “well your the first girl I have seen in person so it is special but also you’re just beautiful in general” I blush a little “well thank you” “your welcome and I know you took pictures can you send them to me” “KANG YEOSANG” “what~ I just wanna have them keepsakes” “what so you can get turned on by them, pervert” he comes over to me and whispers in my ear “no I already have you here so I can do whatever I want to you I just want them to remember how fucking beautiful you are” I felt my heartbeat go down to my pussy i weakly said fuck “ah~ turned on be my words how cute” “y-yeosang stop” “aww but you're the one who ask why i wanted to pictures” i whispered to him “you don't know how bad i want this right now” “i’ll give it to you then” yeosang started to kiss me full of lust and then kissing down my neck and leaving marks and started going lower. The rest is up to your imagination hehet

San- “someone looking like a snack” I choked on my own spit when I heard san “CHOI SAN WTF” I go an grab a blanket that’s on the couch and cover myself “aww why are you covering yourself” “cause I feel uncomfortable now” “sorry I didn’t mean it like that it’s just you look sexy” “thanks but why in the hell didn’t you tell me you were coming over” “I wanted to surprise you but it looks like I got surprised instead” “can you stop san” “you’re getting flustered by my compliments how cute but you should get showered in compliments every day if you look like this” I was blushing super hard and didn’t even want to look at him “look at me Y/n” he lifts my chin to look at him “your so beautiful any man or woman would want you but they cant cause your mine isn’t that right Y/n” “I never claimed myself as yours” I looked away from him “well you’re going to be mine after tonight” he picked me up my blanket fell and I wrapped my legs around him so i didn't fall then he started kissing my neck lightly then up to my lips while kissing he took us to my bedroom. The rest of is up to your imagination

Mingi- ”surprAHHHHHH Y/N CLOTHES PLEASE” “MINGI why are you here” I cover myself with the robe I luckily had on “I wanted to surprise you but as you can see that didn’t work out are you covered yet” “yes you can look now” mingi looks at me with a red face and an awkward smile “hi” “hi you okay” “yeah just wasn’t expecting it that’s all” I just laugh at him “I know for a fact that you’re not innocent you live with 7 boys for crying out loud” “I know but I wasn’t expecting for you to be wearing lingerie cause normally it for a special occasion” “yeah it normally is but I don’t have a boyfriend to wear them for so I wear them for myself and take pictures” “why do you take pictures” “so when I do get a boyfriend I can send them to him” “ah~ so if I become your boyfriend I can get pictures of you wearing lingerie” “hahaha yeah why do you ask do you want the pictures I took hahaha” he scratches the back of his neck “no not really I was just asking” “are you sure you were just asking” i walk closer to him and sit on his lap facing him his eyes go wide “yeah i was just asking your my friend i wouldn't need those photos” “ah~ okay then” i try to get off his lap until he puts his hands on my hips to keep my still “don't move” i sit still like he asked me to he puts his head on my shoulder and i can feel him undo my bow on my robe and take it off me he then kisses my shoulder and looks at me “why would i want the pictures when i have the real thing in front of me” he then kisses me again but on the lips this time and i of course kiss back. The rest is up to you imagination

Wooyoung- I saw that wooyoung was there on his phone not paying attention so I was going to go to my room to put on clothes but the floor creaked when I tried to turn around “nice ass Y/n” I said fuck under my breath “wow thanks wooyoung” “yeah no problem” I turned around to face him “I was being sarcastic” I saw Wooyoungs face go flush “you flustered that I have a nice body” “shut up I just wasn’t expecting you to turn around I thought you were still going to get clothes” “I’m not going to get clothes anymore you already saw me so there’s no reason” “oh okay” “do you want to eat something” “sure” that's when I started my plain I played music and the song that came on was she said by crush feat, BIBI which is a song about sex ironically and started to cook I felt wooyoung intensely staring at me but I just let him but said “take a photo it will last longer” “your such a fucking tease I swear” I heard him get off the couch and walk towards me then I feel his arms go around my waist he whispers in my ear “i already have know need to tell me but it does confused me that you didn't get dressed even when i had saw you are you trying to turn me on” i felt something poke my leg “so what if i was” “your such a fucking slut” he starts leaving marks on my neck and shoulders so i turn the stove off cause i already knew where this was going so i turn around and wrapped my arm around his neck and kiss him. The rest is up to you imagination 

Jongho- “well you look cute” “oh hi jongho and thank you” you look down at yourself and saw that you never changed out of your lingerie but you were glad that it wasn’t one of you more revealing ones “umm I’m going to go change” “okay but you don’t have to I really don’t care your not showing to much anyway” “okay well I’m just going to grab a hoodie then” “you can wear mine” he takes off the hoodie he was wearing and hands it to me “thanks” I put it on and of course it was big on me cause I’m a couple of inches shorter than him I look at him and he looks at me smiles “you look even cuter now” “haha thank you” I whisper to myself that I love his smile “can I have my hug I normally get a hug from you every time we see each other” “oh yeah sorry” I go to hug him and he gets up from the chair to hug me too I pull him close to me in a very loving hug then I feel his hands go to my thighs then a second later I was in his arms with my legs wrapped around him “your so beautiful Y/n” jongho kisses me and i kiss back he pulled away and smiled “i love your smile” “i love your smile too but wanna know what i love more” i hum in response “you i love you Y/n” “i giggle “i love you to jongho”

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

A Calm Storm Raged.

Chapter One.

Ororo Munroe x Erik Killmonger x T’Challa

N’Jadaka,” 

T’Challa made his way into Erik’s rather large and extra palace suite, arms behind his back and shoulders straight. He had on a beautiful gold and purple Dashiki with matching linen pants, feet covered in Shuri’s new collection of sneakers that were sound proof and made with vibranium. 

“What?” He replied malevolently. 

Erik was in the middle of being rubbed down with fresh, raw Wakandan Shea Butter from the popular and historic Shea Trees of the Wakandan jungle. Supposedly the butter has long lasting protection for days and healing elements for scars, bumps, and bruises. The palace maid looked timid as she applied the butter to Eriks naked form, avoiding his ass and dick completely. T’Challa looked on with annoyance, not really thrilled to see his cousins bare behind with his doors wide open.

“I SAID WHAT?” His cousin's sharp tone caused the girl to drop the container of butter. 

“We are having a royal dinner and I would like you to meet my fiancé.” T’Challa didn’t feel like getting into a banter with N’Jadaka today. 

“Fiancé? What ever happened with you and that annoying ass bitch Nakia?” Erik admired himself in his full length mirror like he was the fairest of them all, stroking his goatee and looking at his muscles glistening from the melted Shea butter on his skin. T’Challa rolled his eyes at Erik’s vain personality. 

“Nakia is NOT a bitch… and it did not work out for us.” T’Challa wanted to get past that, move on. He was getting married to Ororo Munroe. She was more so known as Storm being a part of the X-men. T’Challa did have his doubts with Erik meeting Ororo but this was his family and the Kenyan princess would be a part of the Royal family as well.

“Yeah, she's not a bitch, you were.” Erik laughs, “she had you wrapped around her finger, bruh.” 

“For one SECOND N’Jadaka can you please act civil! Ororo doesn’t need to witness nor be apart of your mess-“

“What am I doing? You’re the one that walked up here all high and mighty trying to tell me to act right. I’m a grown ass man, T’Challa. I’ll play nice for your little Fiancé though,” Erik looked down at the wakandan maid, admiring her pretty braided hair and chocolate skin. Puckering his lips, he air kissed her dangerously, his dick all in her face making her shiver. 

“Sakra, you may leave,” T’Challa called to the girl, glaring at Erik for toying with her like that.

“Yes, my king,” Sakra lifts from her crouched position, capping the butter and bowing to Erik before making her leave. T’Challa smiles softly at her, brushing her past as he focused back on his maddening cousin, finally wearing black linen pants and a wool black robe to match. 

“Remember, N’Jadaka, you are a royal prince now. You can’t go around doing such things like that. ufanele ube neentloni,” T’Challa could feel his beads buzzing, preferring it on silent when he was within the palace. 

“Shuri, is dinner ready?” T'Challa looked at his younger sister’s holographic figure, a big grin on her face and hair out in its natural afro. 

“Why else would I be calling, brother?!” 

“A new discovery? Maybe to annoy me like the sister you are?” T’Challa bantered. 

“I’ll save that for later. Where are you?!”

“N’Jadaka’s room. Tell Queen Mother to hold on for us. Is Ororo there?”

“She is, and she looks so beautiful! Nakia would be jealous!”

“Aye! Stop it!” T'Challa's African accent was strong.

“All good fun, hurry up!” Shuri ended the call.

Erik was putting on his last minute jewelry that was unnecessary. Golden Jaguar necklace, gold fangs, kimono beads, and even gold rings.

“It’s just food, N’Jadaka.” T’Challa shakes his head. 

“Mad you can’t pull this off?” He teased his cousin, smiling with those killer dimples.

“ndingathini? Kumkani” T’Challa finally breaks his shell, arrogance showing through. Erik’s jaw clenched with anger, annoyed with the fact that T’Challa had to constantly remind him that he was the fucking King. Just months ago he YEET his ass over the cliff damn near killed him. He would YEET his ass over the balcony of his palace room right now if it wasn’t for his more civil nature. 

“You love using that against me, don’t you?” Erik’s tone was dark just like the jade color of his eyes. 

“Just a gentle reminder since you enjoy being an ass,”  T’Challa laughs, turning to leave.

“Enjoy it while you can, nigga.” Erik could only hope that T’Challa would fall ill or some shit. Maybe if Iron man didn’t reverse the effects of the snap Erik would still be king while filling the space. Being a ruler of Wakanda felt good. He missed that. Now, he was back to being Prince N’Jadaka and lead General for the Wakandan War Dogs.

“Calm yourself, N’Jadaka. Remember who spared your life.” T’Challa didn’t wait for a response, closing Erik’s double doors made of pure gold.

—-

Ororo Munroe sat within the grand dining hall that was surrounded by the tropics. She had a long backless lilac dress on with her silver hair flowing over her pretty brown shoulders. The layout was simply too much but she understood the reasoning. Looking down at the rare amethyst rock carved into a ring on her finger, she twirled it back and forth to watch it catch the rainbows. 

T’Challa was going to be her husband. She said yes before she could stop herself. There were strong mutual feelings back when she was a teen after finding her way to Serengeti. Deciding it was best to part ways, Ororo hadn’t seen him again until a year ago when he joined up with The Avengers. 

Ororo sipped her aged wakandan rum, thinking about how she would become the Queen in only a few short weeks. Pressing a hand to her forehead, Ororo tried to calm her anxiety, the feeling of walls closing in around her triggering her claustrophobia. She needed some wild mava kush blend that a friend of hers of the Botanical Society of South Africa made. The kush always calmed her nerves when she felt on edge.

Three large raps of a gold staff alerted everyone in that room, all of them standing to their feet followed by Ororo. First entered Shuri, then came the Queen Mother, Ramonda. Ororo smiles, bowing her head respectively at Ramonda as she took her place next to Shuri who waved animatedly at Ororo. Next came a face she hadn’t seen before but heard about. The unknown cousin to T’Challa that seemed to stir everyone within that room. 

N’Jadaka.

Ororo noticed his rather loose form, egotistical walk, and dark eyes. Seating himself next to Shuri, N’Jadaka doesn’t even look her way, grabbing the bottle of aged rum and pouring himself a generous amount that slushed wildly within his golden goblet covered in African gemstones. Ramonda gave him a warning look, causing Erik to kiss his teeth, sitting the bottle back in the center. 

“KING T'CHALLA. King of Wakanda!!!”

Everyone stood, even Erik out of respect even though he looked as if it pained him. T’Challa enters, that same rigid form and intense authoritarian eyes sweeping across the room silencing everyone. 

“kulilungelo ukuba nive nonke. wakanda naphakade!” 

T’Challa did the signature Wakanda symbol, everyone in that room following up including Ororo. 

“WAKANDA FOREVER!!!!!” 

T’Challa smiles warmly, walking forward with his eyes on Ororo. She returned the same gaze, waiting for her fiancée to speak.

“Today’s meal is a celebration for my beautiful Fiancé, Ororo.” Eyes were the spotlights for Ororo. 

“She will be the new Queen of Wakanda beside me, and I could not have chosen a better woman. Beautiful, strong, caring. Me and Ororo have a history that none of you would understand. I am the luckiest that I’ve ever been, and that is luckier than being King.” 

Ororo watched as T’Challa walked towards her, the dining hall silent as their king approached the future queen. Even in a room full of people he looked like he wanted to eat her. Storms name, Ororo, translated in her language as beauty which best suited her. The magical aura she possesses from her ancestors being sorceresses and priestesses automatically gave her appeal aside from her striking beauty. Full lips, eyes that changed the color of her hair when her powers were in full force, skin so smooth it was chocolate silk, smell of tropical rain and peppermint scented pelargonium on her skin. She was T'Challa's weakness. Ororo stood, taking T’Challa’s hands in hers, watching as he brought them to his mouth to kiss gently. His inviting mocha eyes made her eyelids flutter. He gave her a teasing smile and a wink in return. 

“So beautiful,” he rubbed her cheek with his knuckles, causing the powerful woman to blush. 

“Panther Goddess Bast sent you to me,” T’Challa whispers between them before placing a kiss to her lips again. What they hadn’t realized was that every man at that table looked at her like a piece of meat. Their mouths watered, skin prickled, hearts pounded. The strong magical pull affected them all. Even Erik. He never looked at Nakia…but Ororo…

“Let’s eat! We can’t let this wonderful Wakandan meal go to waste!” T’Challa’s voice snapped everyone out of their reverie. 

Everyone agreed cheerfully, cooks and palace maids passing around meals and filling goblets with rum or pomegranate juice. T’Challa seats himself next to Ororo, pouring his own glass of rum. Raising his glass, Ororo follows suit, clinking glasses with him before taking a long sip. She needed that drink with how intense things were going. Eyes sweeping about the room, Ororo watched everyone talk Xhosa, eat delicious food, and drink the strong rum like they were chugging water. Placing a lock of her thick hair behind her ear, Ororo’s cinnamon gaze landed on a pair of obsidian colored ones. Locked in a staring contest, she watched the brewing flame within his eyes almost spark her. Scanning her body painfully slow, N’Jadaka takes her in like it was for the first time, learning her from across the table. She felt completely bare under his eyes, a hand coming up to clutch her chest. He smiled smugly. 

“That would be N’Jadaka. My cousin.”

Ororo blinked, looking over at T’Challa’s handsome face as he chewed his slow cooked Oxtail.

“N’Jobu’s son?” 

“Yes. He looks like him, doesn’t he?”

“A little, not the dimples...they must be his mothers.” Ororo wondered who his mother could be.

“His mother is American.” T’Challa grabs a Chapatis to scoop up some spicy red sauce. He was so invested in his food that he hadn’t noticed the lust and interest in his own cousin's eyes towards his fiancé. 

“Arabella is the Cairo princess, correct?” T’Challa asks.

“Yes, not particularly a favorite with her bending of the rules but she’s getting better.” 

“I wonder if we could get her and N’Jadaka to meet? Maybe he would be interested.” 

Ororo looked at T’Challa quizzically, “You would like to arrange that?” 

“Why not? He could use a distraction. Erik needs a companion besides his five cats that roam the castle. A prince single? He should be with someone.” T’Challa laughed to himself, humor and mischief in his eyes.

“We both know how horrible Arabella is. She wouldn’t be a great girlfriend or wife, T’Challa.” Ororo senses that T’Challa wanted to do this on purpose because of the tension between them both.

“You aren’t playing fair, T’Challa,” Ororo spoke with a soft and alluring tone, “just because you are upset with how things are with your cousin doesn’t mean you should interfere with who he falls in love with.” 

T’Challa breathes out a sigh, shaking his head before forking a potato, “He talks to me like I didn’t heal his wound. He doesn’t respect me as King.” That was a personal situation Ororo did not want to get into at the moment. She decided to leave the matter alone for now, turning to her food. 

—- 

Throughout the dinner, Ororo avoided Eriks heated eyes and kept her glass of rum close. Why was he so interested? He clearly had no respect for T’Challa with the way he looked at her like he wanted to fuck her. She considered sweeping him away with a sudden tornado but that would only kill everyone in that room minus her. Plates were replaced with dessert and at this point Ororo couldn’t take any more food. Just when things were going well, the doors to the dining hall opened revealing two women wrapped beautifully in gold traditional wakandan gowns, natural hair in goddess locs. One was slightly shorter and plump while the other was tall and slender. Silence filled the large open space as the two women stood firm at the tail end of the table, waiting for a response or instruction. Wiping his mouth with a cloth, T’Challa takes his stand, the same ruling stance that hushed the room. Erik looked from the women to T’Challa, a knowing look on his face and the urge to laugh ready to explode within him.

Did this nigga really just do this?

All that power made his head swell and Erik couldn’t wait to see Ororo’s reaction to this. Erik chanced a look at Queen Mother, he could even see the disgust that she tried to hide. Everyone else was clueless and it made Erik want to beat it into their skulls with his Nguni stick that he used for combat. 

“Bold,” Erik drinks more rum, wiping the sneer from his face quickly. He wanted to have a little fun. Why not fake surprise just like the rest? He could look at Ororo and give her a reassuring look to calm her hurt. Erik couldn’t keep his eyes off her for a second. The woman was beautiful. It was her skin mostly, it glowed. No… maybe it’s her eyes. She had sexy eyes.

On second thought it was her lips. Erik almost broke his goblet in half from how hard he held it. She was gonna marry T’Challa. How unfortunate. T’Challa cleared his throat, motioning for the two women to speak. 

“I am Chioma, daughter to G’foru, warrior of the water tribe.” She was the plump one.

“And I am Hadiya, daughter to Akuchi, Jabari tribe.” The taller one spoke. 

T’Challa watched as the Dora followed suit standing from their seats. Ororo waited with confused eyes, flickering from the women to T’Challa. She shifted slightly, clearly feeling out of place.

“We are here to serve our king as sisterwives for Queen Ororo.” 

An entire uproar filled the room, some outraged while others agreed. 

“SILENCE!” T’Challa spoke loudly, quieting the room. 

Erik could not keep his composure. His laugh was the only sound in that room. After about five glasses of the strong rum, Erik’s mouth was sure to get him in trouble.

“I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WENT AND GOT TWO OTHER WOMEN TO BE YOUR WIFE!” Ororo screamed so loud that her glass shattered. 

Shuri stomped on Eriks toes, shutting him up. He looked at her like she was stupid, toes burning from the pain. Ororo sat still and stared at the women who looked straight ahead like two dumb ass statues. She could feel her ears ringing now from her rising anger.

“Thank you, N’JADAKA, for your amusement. My cousin always knows when to make light of a situation, right, cousin?” T’Challa spoke sarcastically. 

Erik could see the scorching rage in T'Challa's eyes that was masked with a forced smile. Huffing, he keeps eye contact until he looks at Ororo with a lopsided grin. He could see her energy crackling around her. T’Challa didn’t need to worry about Erik, more so Ororo.

“My King, should we go?” Hadiya asks, eyes reading otherwise.

“No,” T’Challa looked over at Ororo’s angry face, “You will stay. The Dora can take you to your rooms and food will be there waiting for you. I’ll be there soon.” 

Excitement poured through both women as they followed behind the Dora, excluding Okoye who even had a look of utmost shock on her face. 

“THE DINNER WILL CONTINUE AS BEFORE!”

T’Challa took his seat again, grabbing up his fork to continue eating. He completely blocked out Ororo’s glare towards him. Her eyes could be felt briefly changing from cinnamon to silver but all that changed when Ramonda’s warm and nurturing hand gripped hers. 

——

After dinner, everyone joined T’Challa in the throne room where he sat alongside Ororo watching his Wakandan people dance and drink the night away. He felt proud to be the ruler of these people. Ororo however sat lazily in her chair, twirling her eighth glass of rum with great interest. Her long claw shaped nails painted black could be sharp enough to scratch the grins off of her sister wives faces. They danced seductively for T’Challa, gaining his attention in the eyes and in his crotch. Ororo almost gagged. She and T’Challa had a lot to discuss after this unnecessary party. 

“I think I need to get some air. My claustrophobia is making me suffocate.” Ororo whispered to T’Challa softly.

“Take as much time as you need, Ororo. I will be here waiting for you.” 

Accepting his kiss, Ororo stood from her throne chair, walking down the platform with her pretty bare feet and towards the large royal balcony of the palace. The noise faded out as she sipped her rum and walked. The smell of the fresh wakandan air was always soothing and pulled to her aura. Sitting her glass down and causing it to shatter, Ororo gripped the vibranium edge of the balcony, letting out calming breaths.

How could he do this to her? How could he still make her feel second? When things didn’t work out for them in the beginning he ended up with Nakia. Now that things didn’t work out between them he made his way back to Ororo. She always fell for his dazzling smile and chocolate skin. Her hands were in her hair now, scrunching the long silver strands like a mad woman. She adored this man, but he was fgoing to marry two other women to ‘sow his Royal oats’. 

“You want some company, beautiful?”

Turning, Ororo spotted N’Jadaka approaching, a cigar in hand and a drink in the other. Taking a puff, he blew out smoke into the fresh air, licking his lips afterward to take a drink. Ororo looked him over, noticing the scarring on his torso. Imagine how much pain he had to be in to do that to himself. This man that T’Challa despised had a story that caught Ororo’s attention.

“It represents the people I’ve killed. I don’t think you want to know the number.” Sneering, Erik approached her, skin smelling like African fantasy: luscious fruit and musk giving him a sweet but sexy aroma. Ororo turned away, breathing in through her nose. The rum was clouding her brain. She can’t be attracted to T'Challa's cousin...that was wrong.

“That’s the second glass you broke within the past two hours, you good?” That Oakland drag made her belly flutter. It felt good to hear an American speak. She faked an American accent living there for so long as a reporter turned X-men.

“As you can see, N’Jadaka, I’m not all well.” Ororo brushed her hair over her shoulder.

“He is a fucking idiot,” chuckling, N’Jadaka offered some of his rum to Ororo, but she kindly declined.

“Just more for me then, Isondo,” she could hear the flirty nature in his tone.

“Don’t call me that. It’s disrespectful to refer to me as sexy when I am your cousin's fiancé.” Ororo gripped her upper arms as if covering herself.

“You cold?” N’Jadaka’s husky voice practically singing in her ear.

“No. Can you back up?” She shot daggers at him with her eyes, causing N’Jadaka to step away. 

“Fiery. I like that,” he laughs smugly, drowning the rest of the rum and focusing on his cigar, “He doesn’t deserve a woman like you. T’Challa thinks he can have whatever the fuck he wants and clearly having you is the golden egg. Too bad you look like you’re ready to rage a fucking storm.” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She sassed him.

“I would actually. I heard about what you can do. Show me.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Show me what storm is all about,” N’Jadaka invades her space again, eyes on the evening sky.

“Show me lightning.” Blinking away from the stars, he looked down on her, “Show me a thunderstorm, no...a hurricane.” 

His eyes were wild and lustful. Ororo blinked away tears, her psionic powers over weather affected by her emotions. She often suppresses extreme feelings to prevent her emotional state from resulting in violent weather.

“And I heard about how cunning you are. You used to be a thief, right? So did I. I bet me and you could have made the perfect team. Stealing vibranium, giving back to our people the proper way, beating niggas asses and snapping necks,” N’Jadaka took his fingers to touch her soft hair, “You’re dangerous just like me.” 

Ororo smacked his hand away, touching her hair as if it were infested, “You’re disgusting. You can have any woman you want and you choose to chase me?” 

“I always get what I want.” He said with a dangerous smile 

“You sure? You didn’t get the throne. T’Challa did that.” 

“Yeah...he did. That’s where I fell short but I’m here. I’m in Wakanda now and I still bark orders and make decisions. I’m the one that pushed T’Challa to open the Outreach Centers. If it wasn’t for me, none of that shit would have fucking happened.” 

Ororo looked at N’Jadaka with great interest, “That was you? You made him do that?”

“In a fucked up way that resulted in me getting stabbed through the chest, yeah.” Her pretty cinnamon eyes had him hooked. 

“Wow...I praised him for that and I should be praising you.” Forgetting her recent disinterest in touching him, Ororo grabbed his hands, grateful eyes dancing with tears.

“I’m happy he finally opened his eyes. You made that happen.” As quickly as she held his hands she let go. N’Jadaka felt a void.

“You didn’t have to stop touching me. Your skin feels good against mine.” His face was dangerously close to hers, their noses almost connecting.

“Did I make you feel better?” He asks in a hushed tone.

“...Not so much. But thank you.” Ororo tucks her chin bashfully only for N’Jadaka to lift it, forcing her to look at him.

“I like what I see...and apparently so do you.” 

“I’m not...I can’t N’Jadaka.” 

“Erik.” 

Confused Ororo looks down at his chest, “Who is Erik?”

“Me. My American name. My alias,” he looked at her juicy lips, “I prefer that anyway.” 

“You’re too close, Erik. What if someone sees?”

“So what? I don’t give a fuck about their opinion of me. They already have their minds made up about me anyway so fuck them.” His hard exterior caused Ororo to step back. He was a force to be reckoned with. Erik was the type of man to ruin her in good and bad ways. The temptation to allow this man to use her body was slowly surfacing. His wild nature was like a drug to her.

“I have to go. T’Challa will be wondering where I am.”

“Only if you give him a reason to. I can take you to my private Villa in the mountains? You can let me fuck you like I know you want me to. I bet T’Challa never ate the pussy.”

Ororo gasped from the vulgar comment, covering her cleavage with her silk lilac dress. This man had no pause. He had no filter. Just blunt and obscene.

“You know about the irvingia gabonensis of African trees? There are some planted in the Wakandan jungle,” Erik takes her hair, placing it behind her ear, 

“some people call them wild mango, African mango, bush mango, dika or ogbono.”

Ororo’s eyes went low from his smell and the warmth of his touch against her ear. He was enticing her.

“They Bear these edible mango-like fruits that if extracted of their juices can arouse the person,” Erik takes her fingers, kissing each one slowly with his eyes on her. She couldn’t breath at all, her phobia back again like the wakandan air didn’t matter.

“You can ask any woman in Wakanda where they like that juice to be,” Erik nibbled the tips of her fingers, Ororo gasping with pleasure. 

“I bet your pussy tastes like irvingia mangos,” his dark chuckle finally did its job with making her pussy wet. Her pussy hadn’t been this wet in a very long time. She thought T’Challa was the only man to ever make her drip as much as she did but here comes Erik with the same effect on her horny body. It was wrong, but sexual desire could cloud your better judgment.

Leaning in close, Erik whispers against her ear, his nose in her good smelling hair.

“If you let me eat I’ll show you just how good I can juice that sweet pussy over and over on my tongue.” 

Ororo bit her lip, fingertips sparking. She imagined laying on Eriks bed, allowing this man to please her with his tongue for hours and making her scream and shout. It was so nasty and bad to think of doing that in the same space as the King but the old Ororo didn’t have remorse. He had those perfect lips to sit her pussy on and ride his face. 

“I’m getting married, Erik, I can’t do this.”

“You don’t wanna be in a poly relationship, Ororo. You telling me you would rather torture yourself? Nah, I don’t believe that. I’m finna take you back to my room and fuck some sense into you.”

“Are you hearing yourself?!!!” Ororo looked around to be sure no one could hear, “You’re insisting on sleeping with me and without a thought as to how this will hurt the royal family?”

Erik kisses his teeth, “Ramonda doesn’t approve, Shuri sure as hell doesn’t and neither should you. The Dora will kiss T’Challa feet before going against him. We ain’t gotta deal with that!”

Erik gripped the sides of her face, eyes boring into hers intensely.

“All you gotta do is say yes. And it’s not the rum talking. I really wanna take you away from him.”

“You don’t even know me. What makes you think I would jump and do that?” 

“Because I already got your attention. All you need is a little push.” 

Ororo took one look at his lips, biting her own before leaning in to taste him. His tongue deep down her throat and grunts deep, Ororo moaned. His tongue wiggles and curls like a garden snake and his lips rubbed hers like soft pillows against her face.

“Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth, allowing Erik to suck on her tongue. He was so nasty and demanding. Gripping the back of his head, Ororo battles him, the sloppy passionate kiss making her stomach tightened and her pussy wetter. She could even feel the hardening of her nipples rubbing his studded chest through her silk dress.

“Mhm,” he moaned in return, pleased with his accomplishment. She was so tasty. Ororo pulled away, gasping for air only to give Erik room to invade her neck with his long pink tongue that stroked like a slippery reptile. She shuddered, back arching like his tongue was deep in her pussy. Ororo bounces slightly with need, mimicking the way she would bounce on his tongue if he told her to. Her eyes turned silver, night sky swirling until a strong wind brushed past, closing the balcony doors. Pausing their kiss, Erik looks her dead in the eyes with a sly smirk, getting on his knees now and lifting her dress up and over his head. The high split of the dress revealed her long toned legs draped over his shoulder. Bracing herself on the balcony edge, Ororo could feel her panties slipping to the side while Erik pulled her petals apart. 

“Fuck,” she widened her legs, Eriks flat and thick tongue brushing everywhere like he was licking a plate clean. He wiggles that damn tongue against the underside of her clit, alternating between sucking and slurping. Mouth wide and wordless, Ororo clawed the vibranium, hips moving in conjunction with his tongue. She closed her eyes in defeat, all regrets long gone as this man ate her pussy like no other. He circled her clit with his pointed tongue, earning a cry. The tears in the back of her eyes fought to fall from how amazing he ate her. 

“Erik,” she whined. He had her begging.

Now he had the nerve to tongue fuck her pussy. Careful not to fall over the edge Ororo held her legs open wider, sliding down on his tongue to give him all of her.

“You’re so good at this, ahhh, it feels so good, N’Jadaka.” She cradled his head closer, rubbing over him gently. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, heart racing at the thought of being caught by T’Challa or anyone for that matter. The long billowing curtains that covered the Palace doors did hide them but that didn’t mean that someone couldn’t be peeking right now. She repeatedly moaned out with every movement Erik made, her intoxicated body moving in slow motion. Drunk or not this felt AMAZING.

“Right there, fuck, yes, right there,” her hitched breath caught in her throat, body frozen as Erik decided to add two fingers inside of her. She could hear him laughing beneath her. Tired of him hiding, Ororo lifted her dress away from his head, lust filled eyes holding his dark and sinister gaze. This man was pure evil sucking on her pussy like a beast. She grabbed a fist full of his tapered dreads, guiding his head as he sucked her clit and finger fucked her pussy.

“Erik!” She was ready to explode.

“Give me all that juice, baby,” he pushed her and pushed, coaxing her with a curl of his fingers.

“Cum on my fucking tongue.” With his command, Ororo shouted so loud it felt like the party beyond those doors ended to see what the screams of pleasure were all about.

“You taste so damn good. Your pretty sweet pussy tastes just like I like it. So pretty and good, baby.” 

Erik kisses her entire pussy with love, watching with greedy and admiring eyes as the Storm goddess moaned and weakly spoke his name.

“Erik...oh, Erik...Erik…”

He savagely started eating her again.

[sunflowerhae]

-> you’re mesmerized ✉

-> love! triangle (Jeno, Renjun, OC)

-> ♡ ☾ ✓

playlist• heather, conan gray/Something, The Beatles/ flowers in december, Mazzy Star/ A BOY IS A GUN*, Tyler the Creator/ love again, nct dream/ soft universe, AURORA/ butterflies, kacy musgraves•

──────── ❝ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 ❞

•December 3rd plays in your mind as u and Jeno stand by his locker on the first day back to school from winter break.

•although it was a month ago, u still remember it like it was yesterday

•u and Jeno had gone to the fair in your town

•the last one of the year. They called it the winter festival

•basic

•but ur friend group had a tradition of going together.

•everything was going fine, until you and Jeno had broken off from the group to look at the phat christmas tree.

•you had forgotten a sweater, and Jeno was more than willing to give u his, along w one of his famous eye smiles

•u swore up and down (In ur own head) that that was the day you knew you liked (loved) him

•Jeno couldn’t stop staring at you in it. And when u turned to him, all he said was

•”it looks even better on you than me.”

•and then he kissed u

•yeah

•so this is love

•you thought something would happen when you went back to school that Monday.

•but nothing came. Just Jeno refusing to meet ur eyes

•or talk to u://

•Jaemin said it was because he was scared and that you just needed to be patient

•u accepted it, and waited for the day he kissed u once more

•by Christmas break, y’all were back to being best buds™️

•and you thought maybe when Y’all returned for school, he would have worked up enough nerve to seal the deal w you

•but on that first day back

•in front of his locker

•Jeno locked eyes on the new girl, heather, for the first time

•the way he looked was absolutely beautiful.

•he had wide, open eyes

•and he couldn’t stop staring at her as she walked by and Laughed at something her tour guide said to her.

•yeah, he looked absolutely mesmerized

•but it wasn’t directed at you

•and you knew you lost him

•by lunch, heather was in your group

•turns out Jeno had history with her. And he wasn’t as “scared” as Jaemin said he was at making moves

•all the boys loved her, and while you really wanted to hate her

•u couldn’t deny that she was an absolute angel

•she had an eye smile, like Jeno

•and dimples

•and long, beautiful eyelashes

•and a beautiful laugh

•and she could keep up w haechans jokes, and chenji so easily called her noona, something they never did w you

•Jaemin tried flirting w her, but Jeno looked so protective over her, that Jaemin turned to you and shrugged while wrapping his arm around u

•u wanted to throw up when heather politely asked u and Jaemin how long u had been together

•and Jaemin threw his arm off u, and made gagging noises while the rest of the table laughed

•heather got red, and mumbled an apology to you while bowing.

•You wanted to hate her, you wanted to yell at her. But then, ppl would know that you liked Jeno. Jeno would know. And that was too embarrassing

•so you smiled at her, laughed, and shook your head while holding up a hand

•”Jaemin and me? Please, I’d rather die a lonely virgin with 50 cats”

•Heather laughed, and scooted closer to you, and said “it’ll be so nice to have a girl friend!”

•yes, u wanted to throw up.

•but u just wrapped your arm around her, like Jaemin did to u

•and reassured her that you two were already getting married, while she laughed

•over the course of the next two weeks, she spent more and more time with ur group

•and in three weeks, it was no longer just you and jeno by his locker every morning, but you, Jeno, and heather

•you and her were talking about how terrible the lunch food was

•when Jeno came up, and wrapped his arm around her shoulder Before giving her a kiss on her forehead, to which she blushed furiously for

•your mind went back to four nights ago, when heather scream texted u (“JSNSISHEVRB”) that Jeno had drove over to her house with milkshakes, took her to a park, and asked her to be his gf

•u cried all night, four nights ago

•after he says hello to u, y’all three talk for a while before the bell rings.

•Jeno and heather start walking towards class, talking about some random thing, while u walk slower in the back, basic third wheel style

•you couldn’t stop staring at their interlocked hands.

•u felt bad. Because heather had easily become ur best girl friend

•but u loved her boyfriend

•and u lowkey wanted her to die

•:/

•u felt like this wasn’t fair.

•u had known Jeno far longer than she did

•why did she get him?

•your thoughts silently went on like this for three more months after this incident.

•May 1st.

•every 1st, your group developed a routine of going to this cafe, just down the street from haechans house

•you would all order milkshakes and fries and sometimes burgers or onion rings

•and you would all just have a good time

•you were feeling a lil down today

•heather had told u that her and Jeno kissed for the first time, and said they loved each other

•to make literally all matters worse, she was wearing the sweater Jeno had let u wear, all those months ago

•the pain in ur heart had numbed. It didn’t hurt so bad anymore everytime you saw them w interlocked hands, or w his arm around her, like now, where they sat across from you in the half circle booth.

•you couldn’t stop looking as ur usual waiter, Jane, came up.

•”hey y’all, I hope you don’t mind, but we have a new worker that needs training, and since y’all are so sweet, I figured he could practice on you? Is that okay?” Her sweet southern bell accent made it hard to say no, not that your group of friends would anyway.

•u actually knew Jane quite well. She was in ur grade, and sat next to you in art.

•u loved her honestly

•u also loved how the blush on Haechan’s face increased, and he couldn’t look up to meet the sweet red heads eyes, which were actively looking at the young boy

•ah, young love

•u made a mental note to talk Haechan up to her tomorrow in art (which you texted Haechan under the table, and he looked up at u in surprise with a smile on his face)

•when u looked away from Haechan, up to the new waiter standing in front of you with a shaky voice and nervous eye

•u felt like the air was sucked out of u

•oh my God that’s the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen

•you knew u looked mesmerized

•wide eyes, open mouth

•u looked like jeno, three months ago

•jeno saw this

•he didn’t say anything, but he saw it

•tbh, jeno did like u on december 3rd

•and he was going to tell u he liked u on the first day back, after break

•but heather was,,

•amazing

•the one thing he ever needed

•his soulmate, he thinks

•that didn’t mean he still didn’t care for u

•but when u so willingly befriended heather, he thought u were okay

•so he never questioned it

•but the way you looked at the waiter,,

•he thought you looked mesmerizing

•so he was going to help u, bc u deserved it

•when the waiter got around the table and finally turned to you to ask for ur drink, he locked eyes on u and

•my man dropped his pencil pad

•he got so red, and went to pick it up, but halted when you started giggling at him

•he sent a smile ur way, then went to reach to get the pad

•renjun had liked u since freshman year

•he hated biology, but ur beautiful smile and the way you threw your head back when you laughed made it waayyyy more bearable

•he had never talked to you, and barely saw you when sophomore year came around

•but that didn’t mean he didn’t think abt u

•u were literally always on his mind

•he was so excited for Advanced Art 3 this year

•he had heard there was a lot of portrait drawings

•and he had gotten marked down before for drawing you for assignments when he wasn’t supposed to (not by much doe because they were THAT good)

•so he was excited to freely be able to draw u

•but bruh when he walked in and u were

•THERE

•ugh he was sad

•not that sad tho bc

•u were THERE

•he saw u a lot with the only other girl in ur friend group, so he felt too embarrassed to say hi

•but he promises his bsf, mark, that he would have if u were alone,,,

•all the damn time

•(mark don’t believe him doe, i agree)

•he had never looked directly into ur eyes

•which is why everytime he drew u, he felt like the eyes were wrong

•so wrong

•but he couldn’t place what it was

•but having u look into his eyes now

•my god he was so excited to go home and draw u

•but u,,,u were not excited

•bc wtf just happened

•u,,at the time,,didn’t know u had just met the loyl

•bc u had only ever really liked jeno before

•u decided to push that shit D O W N

•but jeno

•he was like “nah”

•he had said that he wanted to pay, and before anyone could argue (k like anyone would argue) he grabbed the bill and shuffled heather out of the seat so he could get out

•he grabbed her hand and walked towards the cash register, where jane was standing

•when u saw them holding hands it,,weirdly didn’t bother u

•all u could think abt was that beautiful waiters smile

•jeno and heather walked up to jane nd were like

•”jane, 🅱️ls get our waiter, we have to play cupid.”

•renjun: comes out from the kitchen

•jeno: “y/n, the girl sitting over there? yeah, this is her number”

•jeno: slides over the bill, w ur # written on it (he put it in the section that said “Tip_______” bc he thought he was funny. like, ur tip is a whole ass gf)

•renjun: blush

•jeno: “just tell her who u are bc she doesn’t know we’re doing this but we can tell y’all like each other uwu”

•renjun: huh *sweat*

•jeno: “mkay byeyeeeee”

•renjun indeed did text u that night

•after texting mark first (“JAJSNSNDBSBDBD BRUH GUESS WHAT JUST HAPPENED” “new phone who dis” “MARK DIS IS SERIOUS DIENDJAJSB”)

•and mark coached him through what to say

•so naturally, renjun looked like a fucking idiot

•but u thought it was cute uwu

•and u were sharpening ur ax to literally murder jeno uwu ❤️✨🌙😌

•when renjun asked u if u wanted to go on a date uwu

•and u were like “ummmm yeth”

•u agreed y’all would over the weekend

•but yet

•when u walked into art the next day and bumped into a rando

•and looked up

•and you and renjun locked eyes

•u had a feeling y’all would be hanging out sooner than the weekend

•the thought had u smiling wide while you said hello

fin.

──────── ❝ end ❞

[shin-so-sleepy]

Hi, congrats on starting a writing blog, I wish you luck and hope you have fun! Could you do a little ficlet of someone making Momo feel insecure about her height but then her s/o defends her (and then Momo realizes how much she loves her s/o and cuddles/hugs/forehead kisses ensue)? Thank you so much!

2:42 am - how dare someone make momo feel insecure sis imma FITE... which is why the reader in this has a bit of a uh, temper. i don’t think this is quite as fluffy as you wanted but there’s some soft stuff sprinkled in there. side note, you can pry the hc of momo enjoying puns from my cold, dead, body

Momo Yaoyorozu

— you and momo had been recently let off the stress of hero internships, and decided to schedule a fun mall date to relax

— sometime during the trip, momo happened to notice the mall’s new boba store that had opened recently, and insisted you both try some of the flavors that they had to offer

momo tugged at your sleeve and looked towards the direction of the shop, “ah- y/n look, it’s the new gong cha! i hear they make amazing caramel bubble tea...” she turns back to you, eyes wide and hopeful, “would you like to stop by as well?”

— you smiled, amused at her excitement over a simple drink, and simply nodded in agreement,

“yeah, i could go for some boba! i’m curious about their flavors too” you pause, tilting your head in mock inquisition and continue in a teasing voice. “know what you’re getting already? sure seems like it”

— the 1-A student let a gracious blush fill her cheeks, which let you know she was growing slightly flustered at your playful poking,

“w-well yes, i may have done some research beforehand... erm, anyways, if you’re alright with it then let’s go inside!” and with that, she took your hand in hers and made her way to the shop

— among the few customers there was a group of younger boys ( junior high, if you had to take a guess ) huddled at a table in the corner snorting with laughter

— you glanced at the group briefly, noticing their volume, but thought nothing more of it and allowed momo to lead you towards the cashier

the woman at the cash register smiled as you two approached, “hello! welcome to gong cha, how may i help you?”

— you observed the overhead menu as momo cleared her throat to order, hmmm do i want a boba or a milk foam... oo but a slushie sounds good... should i get a matcha? wait is that too basic- actually no i don’t care, i’ll get a matcha

— with that ( rehearsed in your head to make sure you don’t flub your words ), you finalize your order, pay, and opt to stand to the side with momo to wait as the woman prepares your drinks

— while you both stand patiently and talk in the meantime, you can’t help but overhear part of the conversation from the group of boys in the back,

“hey hey hey shut up or they’ll hear you, dude!!”

“bruh they’re not even paying attention. answer the question, is the tall one a solid 10 or what?”

“...nah, she’s not my type. too tall, it’s weird and would probably be like dating a giraffe, honestly.”

— your eyes widen, clamping your mouth shut and immediately searching momo’s face for any sign that she overheard them. your face falls once you recognize the signs of self-doubt slowly creeping into her festures. she gives you a small smile and tries to shake her head to assure you everything’s alright but you aren’t having it

without a second thought about causing a scene ( the shop was almost empty save for a few customers near the back ) you whip around and face the boys,

“seriously, kid? how immature do you have to be to judge someone by their height? what, does it make you feel like less of a man? it’s not like you were one to begin with so i don’t know why you’re complaining, honestly.” you emphasized the last word to mock their last comment, and fix them all a glare,

“she’s out of your league, buddy. turn around and enjoy your drink before i shove it up your-“

— momo hurriedly interrupts, waving one hand and taking yours with the other, giving it a squeeze as if to say “i got it from here, thanks”

“i think they get it! haha...” she starts, but trails off to give them a stern pointed look. “besides, we’ve seen firsthand that poorly-considered comments like those will cease to get anyone very far in life, especially in the hero industry.”

— the group was silent for a moment, processing her words and turning red at the insinuation towards their chances at becoming heroes. eventually, they collectively nodded and muttered their apologies, turning around with ears burning and metaphorical tails between their legs

— you both turn away, glad the situation didn’t escalate further, and you scoff, still clearly irritated by their comments. tch, arrogant middle schoolers... like what the hell? do they even have eyes? momo’s gorgeous!! i should’ve ripped that kid a new one i swear-

momo interrupted your thoughts by squeezing your hand again. you look up at her with a pout and she laughs lightly. “thank you for telling them off, dear. it was- well i guess you could say it was rather heroic of you...?” she giggles

— your irritation morphs into exasperation and you groan, “momoooooo that was baaaad”

“your smile tells me otherwise though, hm?”

“i’m smiling ‘cause you’re cute, not because the pun was enjoyable, duh. which, it was not by the way” you sigh. “but seriously though, are you okay? they were just being dumb kids, your height makes you charming and like, seem more commanding and stuff...” now it’s your turn to blush at how stupid you sounded

— momo gives you a big, genuine smile that spreads warmth throughout your chest. it’s the one that never fails to get your heart all tingly and the butterflies in your stomach all excited, and you can’t help but grin back, as sappy as it sounds

— suddenly feeling a small surge of confidence, momo leans down to give you a soft peck on the forehead before standing straight again. “i’m fine! i promise. i have you to make sure of that, so don’t be too worried now!” she returns.

— as if a light bulb turns on above both your heads, you turn towards the counter to check on the progress of your orders and are relieved to find the cashier woman finally emerging with the drinks

“i’ve got uhhhh caramel boba and a matcha milk slush for momo?”

— you speak up, raising a hand, “that would be for us, thank you so much!” you and momo grab the drinks and some straws, walking out of the shop

“you’re welcome, have a nice day!” the cashier calls

— you both turn back to bid them a good day as well, and momo intertwines your fingers and heads off to the next store. for the rest of the date, you’re a bit more affectionate than usual, albeit, still keeping her bashfulness in mind as you supply your girlfriend a few pecks on the cheek whilst you attempt to help her browse for clothing items. momo, who usually shies away from pda, surprisingly allows you to continue without complaint. i don’t mind much today, she thinks, they deserve the extra love

[bubblyani]

Envy Makes Two pt.2

(Lucifer Morningstar x Reader)

Part 2 of the Lucifer Morningstar Two Shot

Rating: Mature (18+)

Author’s Note: Shit just got real in this. Got into so many feels while writing this, I may have fallen for Lucifer all over again. Hope you all can relate once you read this. Enjoy!

Part 1 HERE

If you could have described yourself in one word tonight, ‘drained’ would definitely be it. And even a nice hot shower did not seem to help, though it helped to cleanse your exterior. It was one of those days, where the work pilled up in an instant, deadlines were tight, and the hours went by so fast you didn’t even remember which day it was.

Your tongue swept over your front teeth as you stared at the mirror over at the sink. You smiled, at least you tried smiling. You grinned, several times.  Suddenly you were fully aware of the wrinkles that formed around your smile. And you couldn’t help but wonder if your smile was ever even beautiful. And out of the blue, you wondered if it was as beautiful as Decker’s. You imagined her smiling, you imagined him being affected by that smile. His face affected with a look that could be close to affection or complete adoration.

Whoa, you thought. Why did I even go there?

Shaking your head, you tried to forget of the mere thought of it. You covered your face with your hands, sighing into them. Involuntarily your fingers went over your forehead, stopping by a scar. Gently caressing it, you scoffed slightly, smiling as the memory of the day you were gifted with it flashed before you.

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(6 months ago)

Heavy breathing, clear heavy breathing. That was all that you could hear, surprisingly managing to drown out all the intensity of the EDM as you stumbled across LUX.

Your body felt sticky. The need to jump in a shower was strong. Randomly you began to list down things to do once you got back home. Maybe a relaxing bath, and even maybe a glass of wine to forget all that happened. But first, you had more important things to tend to: your bleeding forehead for example.

Eyes squinted, you silently expressed your dislike over the flashing lights which made you dizzy. Though you made sure to throw in the polite “Excuse me”’s  and “Please make way”s, the crowds moved away before you could even finish, wearing looks of fear or disgust as you passed them by. You didn’t blame them, for you couldn’t. You didn’t want to ruin their night, you just needed one thing. And you were relieved the moment your eyes caught the glimpse of something that appeared to look like a bar. Your body suddenly had purpose to walk further, the hand on your gaping cut pressed tighter, and finally you stopped by the sound of extremely feminine giggles and by the sight of three beautiful women gathered around a man. Exclaims arose as the women saw you, thus forcing the man to turn around to look at you.

“Well...” holding a glass of whiskey, the man scanned you up and down, “looks like someone’s definitely not getting a Bloody Mary tonight!”

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Sliding out of his bar stool, Lucifer Morningstar did not expect his Friday night to progress this way. Not especially when a woman turned up in front of him, with a bleeding head and shattered glass in her hair. Definitely not his type of surprise.

“Are you alright darling?” He asked, his tone laced with concern.

“Well, it doesn’t look like it” you tried to sound sincere, but the irony took over. Taking a step closer, he stared at you with parted lips, unbelievably quiet for a few seconds. Blood may have blocked your vision but it didn’t stop you from realizing how handsome this man was. And how his intense stare made you blush to an equal degree. But thankfully no one could notice. You were practically red in the face to begin with.

“Lucifer, aren’t you gonna join us?”

The pretty blonde from the posse could not hide her impatience as she posed the question.

“No...” he answered without hesitation, his eyes still on you, “Sorry love,  but no can do” he added. The posse expressed their disapproval with widened eyes and gasps that were tad overly dramatic. And some in the crowd did not hesitate to join in.

“Seriously mister, I’m not here to make trouble...” you said in pain, “…just point me to the nearest bartender with access to some ice ,  and I’ll be well on my way”

“Yeah man ...What the hell?...” a young man with a horrible tan stepped in from the crowd, “You’re ditching a foursome to bang a bleeding bitch?”

Raising one eyebrow, you exhaustingly shook your head with a sigh. Bleeding Bitch? Well that’s all women at some point , bruh! you thought.

Seemingly with more courage from his shot of vodka, the tanned fool jumped right between the both of you.

“Yeah that’s right. Beat it bitc- Aargh!”

An agonizing scream flew out of his lips the moment his hand was twisted sideways by Lucifer’s sudden grip.

“Ah ah ah…You better think twice before insulting a lady at my establishment, young man ” He said, through gritted teeth “now… imagine if it was not your hand, but something much more valuable to your manhood instead …” he continued, voice growing louder over the screams, “Would be terribly shameful and useless, especially when you stood up for those lovely ladies eh?”

“Alright man …” the man whimpered, face contorted with agony before looking over to you “I’m sorry” he said, voice shaking with sincerity.

Nodding, you were engulfed in your own suffering to be offended, but not engulfed enough to not appreciate the words this club owner spoke on behalf of you.

“And full disclosure, there will be no ‘banging’ where this woman is concerned” he cried out to everyone, as he walked over to you, “...at least not in this state, poor girl” you heard him mutter under his breath. You smiled softly in appreciation as he guided you upstairs.

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You finally felt relief the moment a pack of ice touched your forehead, and a sip whiskey touched your tongue. Sitting comfortably on his leather couch, you watched Lucifer stand opposite you with much curiosity.

“So...Y/N Y/L/N...” he enunciated your name with exaggeration, “Who did you make the angriest man in LA on a Friday Night?”

You chuckled, “A restaurateur...”

“I beg your pardon?”

Sniggering, you replied, “ I’m a Food Critic...” you continued, “I gave a bad review for this one restaurant which was ugh! horrible…” you shook your head slowly, reliving the horrid memories, “I beg of you, don’t you ever go there!”

“Really?…” Lucifer asked with fascination, “Was it Sarano’s?”

Your eyes widened, “YES ! It was …” you said loudly, surprised by his guess, “You think it’s horrible too??”

“Of course…” he replied, “That man definitely has punishment cut out for him in hell...but I’m just pleased you gave him a taste of it beforehand, I applaud you” he said, giving a short bow. You smiled, quite taken by his sense of humor.

“Yeah well, look what it got me...” You sighed. “Oh dear so this...?” “Yup, was walking after a party to get some late night groceries, and the bastard had the nerve to stalk me…” you said, leaning forward to cross your legs, “…only to scream filth at me, and hit me with a bottle of beer…” you added, “Ice cold brew by the way, what a shame” For a second you thought you saw a muscle twitch in his face, “Really?” he asked, as he sat down.

“I managed to punch my way out though...” You said proudly with a chuckle.

“Ah ...” And suddenly that tense expression vanished, replaced with a smile on his face, “Well I applaud you once again, my little Trooper”

Your eyes widened, “Trooper…as in fighter?” You asked, curious to core. Taking a sip, he nodded.

“Yes, but also meaning ‘An Uplifter of spirits’. Hehe…Why not both?” He chuckled in return, raising a glass to you. You felt your heart grin widely.

The next day, you received news that the owner of Sarano’s would be compensating for your injuries and damages to your reputation as an apology. No wonder you thought of Lucifer as a “Good Omen”. 

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(Present)

The reminiscence not only made you smile, but also made you hungry.

Risotto, your stomach whispered. Or at least the growling sounded like it.

Tossing your now braided hair to the side, you waltzed over to the kitchen in your silk chemise and night robe. But something felt missing. Cue the music.

The moment the stereo began to sing, your body began to move instantly. Movements divided equally into cooking and dancing, harmonizing effortlessly. You didn’t hesitate to do a light spin, playing with danger with the knife in your hand before resuming to chop the shallots. No one was present to judge, so you didn’t feel guilty to take a mini break to finish the whole song, dancing which was swift and sensual. It made you feel invincible. You were so proud of yourself.

Suddenly a sour thought crept inside. Sourness which urged you to wonder if she were able to do the same. Of course she could. Going down the path further, you wondered if she did it better than you. Why not? She’s incredible. You imagined him watching her, impressed and possibly even aroused, making his way over to claim what was his. 

Wait…not again!

Clenching your jaw with frustration, you stopped. You proceeded to cook by turning on the stove.

The smell of garlic filled the room as it cooked in the olive oil. But before you could savor the fragrance a little longer, the doorbell rang which was followed by incessant knocking. Quickly adding the shallots, you turned down the heat before approaching the door. Thanks to the peephole, you opened the door with confidence.

“Lucifer...” you breathed, “Hey!” The voice grew louder in greeting.

“Ah...seems like you can open doors, but can NOT answer the phone!” He snapped. Looking slightly more disheveled than usual, he had a concerned look in his face that you hadn’t seen before. It worried you.

“Wha? What do you-” you paused, “Ahh…” you said, coming to realization, “I must have left it on silent...Oops...” You laughed nervously, allowing him to come in.

“Well you should be more attentive, what if something happened to you?” His worried tone remained unchanged, his hands dug deeply in his pockets as you closed the door behind you.

“Well I’m fine aren’t I?” You chuckled, turning towards him, “Don’t worry...”you said comfortingly, holding him by the arm, “ Look look...I’m making risotto” excitement filled your phrase, attempting to infect him with the same as you dragged him into the kitchen.

Taking a deep breath, Lucifer exhaled it with a sense of pleasure. And it was evident in his eyes, “Oh father, it smells divine” he said. You smirked. You really loved cooking, but you loved it even more when you could cook for Lucifer.

“So, how goes the case?” You asked, giving the shallots a stir.  Lucifer sighed, standing on the other side of the kitchen island, facing you, “Well…turns out it was the girlfriend of Gomez who was the real culprit. An up and coming chef known for adultery didn’t exactly make Gomez the boyfriend of the year so, it all ended up being a petty revenge, although it was well orchestrated...” he said, in a surprisingly uninterested manner.

The image of him and Decker making the arrest suddenly appeared in your head. Nodding slightly, you looked at him, “You don’t exactly seem pleased to have solved it” you said, putting away the cutting board and knife into the sink.His eyebrows were raised with contradiction.

“Well, you don’t exactly seem pleased to hear about it either...” he said, glancing at your noticeably blank expression. Pressing your lips, you felt seen. Seen through the utter bullshit.

“I...uh...” you struggled, “I had...have some things in mind” you said. It was indeed the truth.

“Really?” Eyebrows furrowed, his response was inquisitive yet soft.

“Uh huh…” you looked down shyly. Awkwardness was all you could breath in, and it was uncomfortable. This was definitely a first for the both of you. Unable to take it, your eyes looked around for excuses under his inquisitive gaze. Until finally, you spotted your cellphone in your hand bag. “Aha!…you’re right…” you said, quickly grabbing it, still avoiding his gaze, which turned intense “I really didn’t see your calls nor your messages...” laughing nervously, your fingers swiped off all the notifications. “What’s so funny about that?” “Huh?” Looking up, you finally had to look back at him, for he did not sound pleased.

“Y/N...” he began, walking over to you “I was worried...” he said, grabbing the phone before tossing it back into the bag with emotion, “It was certainly unlike you to not answer or not return a call…” his voice grew louder, “…not to mention texts. You’re the one who even got me into the bloody thing!” “I-I” you were speechless, guilt washing over you. “I even got locked in the Detective’s car because apparently, I was whining about your absence like a child” “She did?” You asked, as you were tempted to smile with surprise. This was certainly news to you. Maybe it was the kitchen lights, but suddenly Lucifer Morningstar appeared to be more handsome, and you had quite the difficult time handling it. “What?” He asked, startling you. “Nothing...” you lied, while you added the the arborio into the pan. Longing for distraction, you stirred the ingredients with enough focus to engage in meditation. All felt strange suddenly. Why couldn’t you just feel normal again?

“I’m sorry Lucifer...” you muttered, giving him an apologetic look, “Make up for it with some Risotto?” Your puppy eyes did their very best. And it seemed you’ve succeeded when his eyes softened in response.

“Only with extra Parmesan” he said warmly with a smile.

“Heheheh...got it!” You said, snapping your fingers before pouring in some white wine. You thought that all was well once again. But little did you know while you stirred, Lucifer stealthily rummaged through your bag.

“So…” you heard him begin, “…the reason of you being so busy…” he continued, “… anything to do with the Chivalrous Coffee Cop Officer Reed?”

“Eh?” You looked up with confusion, to find him holding out the slip of paper with Reed’s number written on it.

How did he-? 

“Okay first of all...” you said, “Coffee Cop? I was thinking the same…wow what a coincidence” you said with excitement, inciting a surprised laugh from him. “And Second of all…” you added, slowly changing tone, “No he was not the reason” He doesn’t deserve to be a reason, to be honest. You thought,

“So he didn’t tickle your fancy then?” He asked, trying to sound unaffected yet you could still sense the concern linger. You shook your head. “Not one bit” you replied.

Suddenly you were haunted once again. You imagined her smiling. She smiled with happiness as she listened to him. She laughed at his jokes. They laughed together. Mutual laughter turned into mutual gazes of realization. The candle light made it even more romantic as Chloe’s piercing blue eyes melted by the sight of Lucifer’s own. Gazes locked into tighter as lips grew close enough to-

“But why do YOU care?”

You snapped out of the blue, angered by the image that’s slowly turning into a personal nightmare, “What if he did tickle my fancy?” You asked. It felt like torture for you to say it, “ You and I , we hang out, so won’t be the same when I hang out with him?”

“No, it is NOT!” This time he snapped back, while you poured in some broth into the pan, “He’s courting you…” he said, causing your eyebrows to raise, “Well maybe not, but it is still a date!”

“So? Why do you care?” You asked,  turning your back to the island as he stood in front of you, finally brave enough to say it, “Why do you care so much about that, Lucifer?”

“Because then he may get to kiss you!” He blurted, “And have sex with you, which will be wonderful, again and again cause he would be crazy to not stick around because he will fall MADLY in love with you” all that escaped his lips in such speed, “…and the mere thought of it simply drives me to the point of madness, that is why!!!”

You froze. For a second you were out of breath. And you swore you felt yourself clutching your chest.

“Lucifer…” you said, “a-are you…jealous?” You asked meekly.   Panting, he hesitated. You were patient, watching him with intent as he finally looked straight at you. “Yes…” Suddenly your two visits at the precinct flashed before you, finally points of confusion turned into points of clarity. It all made sense.

“I would’ve gotten you coffee if you wanted, you know…” “What are you still doing here? Don’t you have the lunch meeting?” “As much as your assistance was much appreciated Ms.Y/L/N, unfortunately we must ask you to leave”

“Wait…” raising your index finger, “…was that the reason why you were acting all strange that time at the precinct?” You asked. Sighing, he nodded with acknowledgement, “Yes…Yes you’ve caught me at foul play” he replied in embarrassment.

You scoffed, “…and here I was, thinking you were embarrassed by me, and just wanted me to leave…” you muttered softly, looking down. “What?” Suddenly he looked confused. Looking up, it was your turn to sigh. “I was kinda thinking that maybe you and…Chloe probably were…” you paused, pressing your lips, “…having something…” using absurd gestures by hand, your attempts of filling the blanks proved to be moot.

“Me? And the Detective?” Lucifer scoffed, “You really thought that?”

Arms folded, you nodded quickly. “That …probably might be…” sighing, you covered your face, “Who am I kidding?…that was the reason I’ve been kinda MIA these few days. I was…trying to…get rid of this feeling. Ugh! I hate being jealous. And her! Out of the all the women I’ve seen you with. I shouldn’t…she seems like such a great person” you spoke with such sincerity, “ and I can see you guys work so well together, you got each other’s back and…you can’t blame me for doubting”

“Oh dear…” he breathed, watching you pour in more broth after stirring, “Well…I suppose…Envy makes Two, doesn’t it?” He said, as you turned back to him. “Ugh! Tell me about it…” you said, making you both chuckle at the situation which seemed to be empathetic.

“But Wait! Hold up…” you said, turning the heat to low, “You wanted to have sex with me??” “Yes…” Lucifer replied, in a tone which sounded quite casual, stating the obvious. Jaw dropped, the notion of it seemed so unbelievable, it was only natural for you to burst out into laughter. “You…” unable to catch your breath, you struggled in mid laughter, “You serious ???” “Yes of course!” He said, “Since the very beginning” This was all too illogical, it certainly didn’t make sense. So it was no surprise why you couldn’t control your laughter. And certainly no surprise when you could not notice his shocked expression. Sighing, Lucifer shook his head, “And apparently you find this oh so amusing…” “No! It’s just that…” exhaling slowly, you looked at him, “All this time..I never knew you found me attractive.” “Y/N…the day I first saw you…” he said, holding you by the shoulders gently,  “With all that blood and mess…” his voice grew softer, “…you were still so beautiful” Compliments he showered you with were countless, but to be seen in his eyes this way was anything but imaginable to you. “I cannot believe I was thirsting for you …all by myself” you chuckled. Lucifer looked pleasantly surprised. “Darling…” he began, and suddenly that word sounded a thousand times more heavenly to your ears, “ why couldn’t you just tell me?” “Cause of my stupid pride” you sighed, placing your hand on his own, “I never bothered telling you cause… I thought maybe you would have approached me if you wanted to. I mean, I see you with all those women, and I didn’t want to be forward. The pride thing was strong, you know?” “I understand…” he murmured. You exhaled deeply as you suddenly realized his touch sent sudden tremors through your body. “ But the struggle…” your voice grew intimate, “ it was stronger, Lucifer. Oh…I tell you. Every…single…day. The want…the need…the desire” you breathed, reminding oneself of the million times you longed to break free from your constraints only to melt in his arms. Only to realize, his arms never really left your shoulders. “So was mine darling” he purred, fully wrapping his arms around you, bringing you closer. And you felt butterflies in your stomach after what felt like ages. “So, if it was so frustrating, you could have just stopped hanging out with me. Why didn’t you!?” You asked. His smile grew warmer. “ I liked your company. We could talk for hours and hours. It was not often that I’d meet a lovely person such as yourself, who chooses to stay by my side despite everything. I didn’t want to compromise that” his voice filled with affection, you were nothing but moved. “I get it” you agreed, “I was willing give up my feelings… just so I could still be your friend” “Who said we should give up forever?”  He said, his eyes focused on your lips. He said “We”. Your heart sang. He said “We”

Nerves finally caught up with you, as you felt that joyful heart beat faster. Especially when his lips grew closer to yours. “Shit…” you whispered, “I’m so nervous” “I hate to admit it but…so am I” he whispered back. The oddly adorable side to him was finally revealed, and you couldn’t believe you were a witness. “What?” You laughed with surprise. Eyes widened, he cleared his throat. “That…does not leave this room, promise?” Chuckling, you were all smiles, “Awww…I promise. Oh you are so cute “ you cooed, involuntarily holding his face in comfort. Affected by your sudden touch, he found himself shudder. Both voices grew softer with each synchronized breath. “Lucifer…” “Y/N…” Time certainly seemed to have slowed down for you the moment you felt your lips finally embrace his, turning to a fully fledged kiss.

Literal shocks ran through your body, suddenly opening gates that invited warm waters to flow through your soul. Real warmth made itself home inside you, urging your legs to feel light as a cloud. It felt so intoxicating. Why the hell did you not kiss him sooner?

Your fingers grazed over his stubble as your hands moved down. Lifting the collars of his jacket, you casually held on to it tightly as you pulled him closer. His lips so irresistible, seemed equally infatuated with your own, savoring the softness that was offered oh so willingly. Taking a hold of your braid, Lucifer began to loosen it slowly, forcing you to pull away in surprise.

“Do you know how many times…” he began, in a deep tone, “ I watched you dance, trying so hard to keep my desires at bay?” He breathed into your lips, which were swollen but still hungry.

“I forgot how observant you were” you said, your grip on his collar still tight as before, as if you didn’t want this to end. He chuckled low, “I bet you were dancing just before” he said, “Oh…the sweet torture”

“Oh Lucifer…” you whispered, “I think you just reinvented dirty talk” you said, inciting a chuckle filled with pride. Finally with your hair falling loosely on the sides of your face, you felt a sudden change in the temperature. And you wondered if his lustful gaze was to blame? “Shit…” you said, breathlessly, “Is it getting hot in here?” You asked as you felt his fingers run through your hair. “Well…I am here” “HA!” You laughed out loud, “ Aaaand he’s back ag-Mmmm”

Shushing you with his lips, Lucifer kissed you fiercely while his fingers held on to your locks with passion. Those lips were filled with greed, moving past your jawline as they attacked your neck. Throwing your head back, you did not expect to be drowning in intense sensitivity.

“Oh my G-” stopping yourself out of courtesy, you chose to moan instead.

“Now that’s more like it” you heard him chuckle next to your ear. While his lips left no inch unattended, you looked down to find him skillfully undo the knot of your night robe, taking it off within seconds. Breaking away, he stared at you, standing before him in just your chemise. You body noticeably awakened. “Oh all the things I wanted to do to you” he purred low, causing you nothing but pure excitement, “Oh yeah? Like what?” You asked, biting your lower lip. “Actually there is a list, but for starters, a bit of well deserved appreciation for this…” he said, eyes scanning your frame “… is definitely a priority”. Blushing deeply, you inhaled sharply as his hands resting your upper back, began to travel down. It was painfully slow, your body felt noticed, it felt appreciated. Ending at the curves of your buttocks, you gasped as his hands grabbed them gently, proceeding to pull them up with greed, cleverly inciting more moans out of you, leading to more kisses. Growing even more impatient, you pushed yourself up, allowing you to sit on the kitchen island with ease as Lucifer stood between your legs. All the while your kisses remained strongly intact. You pushed his jacket back, which he permitted. But the moment your hands rested on those buttons on his white shirt, he broke away. 
“Never rush the art, my little trooper”

His voice was literal heaven for your ears at this point, as you watched him unbutton the shirt with hungry eyes.

“Ah…I know that look…” Lucifer said, in a pleased tone, “ Always wanted to see yours for ages”. Amused, you chuckled softly, “Well Congratulations Mr. Morningstar”

As those buttons opened, the sight of his bare flesh unveiled your dark fantasies. Those nights when you always wondered how it must be like. Those nights that were unspoken nor unmentioned even to yourself. Slowly, you felt the ends of your chemise caress the exposed upper thighs as it was brought up. The region between your thighs began to make itself known, as you felt itself moisten, desperately craving for attention. Thus, by force of habit, your hand rested there. Aware of the situation, Lucifer managed to divert your attention by peeling off his shirt in lightening speed.

“Madam, How dare you insult the artist?” He teased, holding your hand with an iron grip. “Insult?” You said, “I thought I was applauding” you breathed with desperation, while he moved toward your ear.

“Know that when I’m around, you needn’t to do that…ever… again..”

Arousing you even further, he savored your jawline with more kisses. Greed developed in heaps and bounds, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close enough to pepper your hungry kisses onto his collarbones, all the way down to his chest. All the while your hands were occupied unbuckling his trousers. Lucifer suddenly broke away to watch you engage it with focus. Looking up, you found his thoughtful expression in such close proximity.

“What?” You asked. “Never imagined this would actually happen”. Breaking into a huge smile, you were nothing but touched, “Me too”. He saw it in your eyes, it was clear as day.

Although clouds of lust misted your gaze the moment his trousers dropped down, forcing your jaw to drop in shock by the sight. 

“Wow! That’s one hell of a package” you giggled, looking up while biting your lower lip, “ I really must have done something good today, for I just got my treat-” And once again, he kissed you with fervor, and you certainly welcomed it.

When he pulled your straps down, the curvaceous lines of your heaving breasts made themselves known. Their existence needed validation.

“I guess the big book was right…” Lucifer said, his eyes feasting you without hesitation, “Patience is a virtue”. Your nods were barely noticed when he quickly held you by the hair, pulling it down to expose the neck. Teasing you to the point of submission, he kissed you slow, starting from your neck all the way down to your cleavage.

“Let me…” you whispered, before pulling your chemise up, taking it off in an instant. The way your body stretched as your back straightened made him stare at you with marvel while you threw the item of clothing away, ending up to be equally naked as he was.

Holding you by the waist, his lips continued their pilgrimage through your topography, greedy kisses landing on every inch of your breasts, some even trapping the erect nipples between his eager lips, only to be suckled hard in kind. Moaning louder, you reclined on the kitchen island, feeling the cool marble soothe your back as you tightly held on to his hair. Heat forming in between your thighs, you inhaled deeply, attempting to keep your composure before you would spontaneously combust. 


As you inhaled, something deliciously fragrant caught your attention. Smells like Risotto…Wait. Suddenly, your eyes widened with realization.

The Risotto!

“WAIT!”

Startling Lucifer, you sat up in a flash. Leaning to your side, you opened the lid in a hurry, letting a sigh of relief. The rice has dried up more than it should, but thankfully it was not burnt. Turning off the stove, you looked back at him with an embarrassed look, “Sorry about that…” you said. 
“Oh, on the contrary…” he said, with messy hair and a proud smile “ A post-coital meal is always a life saver” he added. You smiled back, “Yeah, and You’re gonna thank me for that later” you said, gasping with surprise as he pressed his forehead against yours. “Oh, I assure you… I’ll be thanking you… a lot tonight” he purred, his nose brushing against yours. “Uh huh…” you murmured, “…kiss me-” you demanded. “Gladly” he replied, lips hungrily latching on to yours. Breaking away, you groaned in frustration, “…fuck me” you said, eyes burning with lust. “Don’t mind if I do…” he replied in an instant, with your legs wrapped around him and his eager hand cupping your breast.

Holding his face, you felt your deepest desire bubble up inside. The desire that you never thought would see the light of day. “Love me…” Your eyes reflected your words in equal measure as they locked in with his, pleading him with sincerity. Breaking off, he looked surprised. Concern crept back in to your heart, for you did not know what to expect.

But before your concern grew stronger, you felt his thumb graze over your lips, you saw his eyes soften, as he replied firmly:

“With all my heart…”

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The Garden Gang  Chapter One: Topper Toad and Caterpillar

Amy hates maths in the same way she hates stupid things such as babies. In her professional opinion, they’re both annoying, useless, stupid, a waste of time, and make her wanna punch something, like a crying infant.

It is true that everyone hates what they’re not good at, and Amy sucks at math. Everything started in grade six, when she realised numbers and letters don’t go along together and make no sense. She loves facts, yet she can’t seem to comprehend what other people would call “easy-peasy-lemon-squeasy”. And by other people, Amy means Toby because no one is lame enough to say, “easy-peasy-lemon-squeasy” and make it not seem obnoxious and cringe. 

As for babies, Amy just hates the smell of them, and the sound of them, the feeling of the word baby on her mouth when she says it, and the disgusting sensation of being puked all over by your unwanted fat three-months-old baby brother. Well, not that Toby was still a baby, even though he still acted like one, now he was just as annoying as any other ten-year old who thinks it’s popular to say the word “bruh” at the end of every single fucking sentence. 

There’s an entire list of things Amy hates about Toby, and number three is that he’s really good at maths whereas Amy is still stuck in Pythagoras. Not that she’s stuck in it, but she never got past that level of difficulty.

So it comes as a surprise to Amy when she realizes math is her actual favourite class. Let’s start with the fact that it’s located next to the school’s greens, which means it doesn’t smell like juul and boys deodorant, unlike bio class. Also, her class is tolerable, with 5 of her close friends in it as well as people she actually likes, with the exception of Samuel and Cate, who are actually not that bad once they’ve been separated from their popular friend group and are left alone with the other 89% percent of the grade that is not popular, leaving them alone and looking, rather, pathetic. Amy finds it hilarious. 

But of course the best part of math class is the seating arrangement. Usually she would find them annoying and stupid, but this particular one got her to sit with the best new girl Amy has met. Liza and her cinnamon-lavander-like scent. A scent Amy has found to be very appealing on the last three weeks of class.

Liza with her long dark chocolate hair and soft chocolate skin and deep wide round chocolate eyes.

Yes, Amy has definitely gotten a lot into chocolate in the last weeks. Especially the one that smiles and draws cute doodles of frogs on her math notebook and has the most beautiful laugh Amy has ever heard.

Amy remembers the first time she heard that laugh.

Fifteen minutes into her first math class of the semester, right after Amy had solemnly sworn to herself she would never be happy again after this block, since so far she had gotten every single warm up problem wrong.

“This is it. I give up on math and it’s pointlessness,” Amy had said to no one in particular as she let her rainbow pencil fall and she leaned back against her chair.

“Do you need help?” Liza has asked. 

They haven’t talked that much during those first minutes of class expect for the awkward “Hello, where are you from” conversation. 

Liza’s hair had been tied up on a messy ponytail, with a few strands coming undone in the front. Her round glasses had been falling down her nose, and she was hesitantly smiling towards Amy’s notebook.

“I don’t think there’s much left to do,” Amy had said as she drew a sad face next to the wrong answer on her notebook. "The one brain cell that survived this summer is now dead and there’s nothing left to do except eat ice cream and binge watch Queer Eye.”

Liza had laughed at that. Dimples.

Even then Amy had noticed how the dimples only showed when she really smiled or laughed, not like when she had nicely smiled and introduced herself. Liza’s dimples were the second most adorable thing Amy had seen in her life, only second to Liza’s frog doodles.

Amy had had to drop her pencil and then almost fall down her chair while reaching for it so Liza wouldn’t see how red she had gotten.

Not even after three weeks, had Amy gotten used to it, so each time Liza laughed Amy had to look away or lower her head so Liza wouldn’t see the blush spreading on her face.

Like right now. Liza was laughing because Amy wrote a 2 instead of a 234, which was, as always, the incorrect answer.

“I just don’t get it,” Liza was saying as she tried to stop laughing. Dimplesdimplesdimplesdimples. “How in heaven’s sake do you get a two?” 

“Do I look like I, out of all people, know what the fuck happened?” 

“ It’s not that hard,” she said as she drew another frog to the frog collection. 

“ I know, it’s just that i’m stupid and don’t get even the simplest of things,” Amy said as she tried and failed to draw a nice topper on Frog.

“You’re not stupid, math is just not your thing.”

“Clearly,” Amy said as she frowned at her failed attempt to give Frog a nice hat.

They were in silence for a couple of heartbeats. 

“ So,” Liza said to break the silence. “What’s your thing then? What are you into if it’s not math?”

Amy froze for a moment. Was it her brain just making everything sound gay, or was Liza actually asking what she was into?

“ I like playing the piano,” Amy answered instead.

“ Really? Dude that’s so cool.” 

Was I really just dude-zoned? 

“ It’s whatever. I also find soccer appealing.”

“ I mean,” Liza said as she solved another problem from the board. “ You can’t be the team co-captain and don’t like soccer.”

“ You know that?” Amy said, getting excited at the thought of Liza watching her be good at something. 

“ I’ve seen you during practice,” Liza said shyly.

AaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Amy smiled shyly too. 

“ You’ve been spying on me?”

She swore she saw Liza blush before she turned her head back to her notebook, letting the long waves of her brown her fall down over her shoulder. Amy was tempted to touch it and push it back behind her ear so she could see Liza’s face. 

Finally Liza answered. “ No, I was just waiting for my mom to pick me up and I saw you practicing.”

Amy elbowed Liza. “ Was I any good?”

“ You’re not bad,” Liza admitted as she scrunched her nose towards Amy.

“ That’s really nice of you to say.”

“ I know.”

Silence again.

“ Hey so,” Liza said again. She cleared her throat and kept her gaze firmly on her notebook. “ I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tomorrow, like maybe go shopping or something.” 

Oh my God. Hang out as in hang out, or hang out as in hang out?

[professortennant]

Bruh Jean x Lucien 22. two miserable people meeting at a wedding au

this gave me the perfect opportunity to write up my body shot scene so thank u

1500 words and there’s a craig mclachlan youtube reference easter egg in here

Lucien threw back the last of his scotch with a grimace, eyeing the festivities around him. The Tyneman family was equal parts ancient family friend and long-time adversary. As the last representative from the Blake family, he was obligated to attend Edward’s wedding (that andthe threat from Patrick to skip this year’s donation to Victim Support if he didn’t attend).

Pushing his chair back from the table, he stood and walked to the thankfully-open bar. A few more glasses of scotch and he would be well on his way to a state in which a Tyneman wedding wasn’t all that bad. 

He flagged down the barman and took a seat, looking around before he did a double take at the woman he had sat next to. Softly curling hair, an upturned nose, steel blue eyes, bright red lips, all wrapped up in an exquisite wine-colored gown. His heart skipped a beat and he found himself learning towards her, noticing her frown. 

“Not a big fan of weddings?” His shoulder brushed hers and he pretended not to notice the shock of warmth it sent straight to his fingers. 

The woman turned to him, her frown evaporating in the face of his grin and she shook her head, smiling at him ruefully. “I’m afraid--and, oh, don’t think less of me, but,” she bit her lip. “I’m afraid I’m not much a fan of the family.”

Lucien let out a bark of laughter, picking up the drink the bartender had placed in front of him. He lifted his glass, “Now, that I will cheers to.” The woman raised her wine glass and clinked the glass against his drink, eyeing him over the rim as she took a sip in cheers. 

He extended his hand, “I’m Lucien, by the way. Lucien Blake.” She took his hand and he noticed the softness of her hand, the way his hand wrapped completely around hers. 

“I’m Jean Beazley.”

They shared a smile and Lucien was proud to note that her eyes flickered over his face, taking him in, lingering on his lips. The noise of the wedding seemed to fade away and all he could see, all he could hear was her. 

“So, Jean Beazley, what did the esteemed Tynemans do to earn your ire?”

Jean blushed, looking down at her wine glass, swirling its contents absentmindedly. “Truth be told, Patrick is at his heart a lovely man, I’m sure. But, well, I work at the art museum downtown and Patrick owns a portrait I’m desperate to have in our collection and he insinuated if I attended his son’s wedding with him, he’d be open to negotiating.” 

Lucien nodded, “I see. This portrait must be really worth it if you’re willing to subject yourself to a couple of hours of Patrick’s time. Out of curiosity,” he added. “Which artist are you after?”

Jean’s eyes lit up, “Her name is Genevieve Etienne.” Lucien froze, hoping his face betrayed nothing. Jean didn’t seem to notice and she continued, “She doesn’t have very many works in circulation, but this particular piece is just,” she sighed, wistfully. “It’s beautiful, all her works are, but this one is different. There’s a sadness to it. It’s like you can feel it in the brushstrokes. It’s absolutely stunning.”

Lucien took another sip of his scotch, nodding. He was just contemplating how to tell her Genevieve Etienne was his mother--that he had a whole room full of her paintings if Jean wanted to look at them some time--when a commotion startled them both. 

Across the bar from them, Edward and his new bride were surrounded by the bridal party, all cheering and egging the pair on as Edward deposited his wife onto the bar and proceeded to lick a shot of tequila out of the hollow of her throat. 

The hoots and hollers filled the banquet hall and Lucien and Jean turned to one another, both shaking their heads. Jean pursed her lips, “Seems more of an activity suited for a nightclub than a wedding, if you ask me.”

Lucien grinned, knocking her shoulder with his, “Well, if you ask me, I’d say there was something rather romantic about drinking from your partner’s body. It’s about as intimate as you can legally be in a public forum.”

His voice had dropped an octave and it was low and husky, his eyes flicking to Jean’s mouth, already imagining the places he’d lick first. She was absolutely stunning and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so affected by another person. 

Jean’s eyes met his and he could see the beginnings of desire and he let out a half-groan when she bit her lip before confessing, “I’ve never done one before.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Never?”

She shook her head, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “I’m afraid I married rather young and my late husband and I never had much time for the typical party scene; we had a family and a business to run. And when he passed away, I just couldn’t bring myself to go out with the girls like that. It felt like I lived a different life.”

Lucien covered her hand with his and squeezed it, offering comfort. “I’m sorry to hear about your husband, truly.”

Jean covered his hand with hers, “Thank you. It was a long time ago. But thank you.”

A brief moment of silence fell over them and Lucien scrambled, not wanting the conversation to end. He caught sight of Edward pouring another shot into the crook of his bride’s elbow and he got an idea. 

Turning back to Jean, he smiled at her, “It’s not too late, you know.” His grin widened at her look of confusion. “To have a body shot, I mean.”

Her eyes widened and she held her hands up in front of her, warding him off. “Oh no, I think I’m well past those days, now. Plus, I don’t think anyone here wants to lick anything off me.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, looking down. 

Lucien took a deep breath. The scotch and the heady smell of her perfume and the power of her smile were all going to his head because he felt invincible, daring. 

He took her hand in his and turned it over, palm up. With his free hand, he dipped his finger into his scotch and drew a single, wet line down the inside of her wrist. 

Beneath her skin, he could feel her pulse thrumming, felt the warmth of her body. He looked up at her, “Trust me?” His heart hammered uncomfortably in his chest and he mentally pleaded with her to say yes. 

To his delight, she nodded at him, watching with wide eyes as he ducked his head and licked the line of scotch straight from her skin, closing his eyes and savoring the combination of sharp, bitter alcohol and the sweet taste of her. He lingered at her wrist for a moment, his nose nuzzling at her pulse point. 

When he released her wrist, he sat back and smacked his lips and grinned. “There,” he said softly, just for her ears. “Now you’ve had a body shot.”

Jean stared at him, eyes flicking between her freshly-licked wrist and the pleased, smug grin on his face. Then she laughed, rubbing at the spot on her wrist thoughtfully, “Technically, I think you’re the one who had the shot.”

Lucien leaned forward, ready to tell her that he had a hotel key in his pocket and they could order room service and she could strip him down and take as many body shots as she wanted off of him so long as she kept looking at him like that--like he was special and interesting and mattered. 

But before he could work up the courage to say anything, Patrick Tyneman was there, offering his hand to Jean and giving Lucien a cursory nod. “Jean, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?”

Jean slipped her hand into Patrick’s and nodded, “Of course, Patrick.” As Patrick led her away to the dance floor, Lucien saw her look back at him, eyes apologetic. 

He slumped back into his chair, draining his scotch and licking his lips, hoping to still find a trace of her taste there. He really, really hated the Tynemans.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

I”m gonna do two imagines at once because I figured these two can go hand in hand

The reader face-riding Erik and Erik holding the reader’s hips down and overstimulating her/ Erik telling the reader “lemme dig in that pussy one time”

This shit here... WHEW!

Nasty smut per usual.

“Happy birthday you fine ass Sagittarius.”

Y/N’s boyfriend, Ace, was gliding his tongue like the black mamba snake along her exposed neck. He had just taken her to a fancy dinner and now they were headed back their place to finish the night off just right. Ace looked over at his woman dressed in a satin mini dress colored sage. Her braided hair was twisted up into a bun and her skin shimmered from all the body glow she had put on.

“Thank you, Baby,” Y/N squeezed Ace’s hand, interlacing her tiny fingers with his long slender ones, “Now, are you gonna tell me who you’ve been texting all night talking about it’s a surprise?! I am fucking dying over here.”

“What I tell you? Save that begging shit for later.” Ace looked at Y/N with sly eyes, “Sexy ass.”

Y/N wanted to savor this moment as much as she could while her man was home from the military. He would be leaving again in about a couple of weeks. She pouts like a baby, folding her arms over her 36 C cup breasts. Tiny whimpers escaping her mouth, Ace adjusts himself in his seat, trying his best not to react to her seducing sounds. He’d missed every ounce of her. Every curve, every noise she made, the way she smelled, how soft her skin was. Being away and seeing all that death, Ace had to keep a positive image of Y/N in his brain.

They both pulled up to a gated community. This is where they both live. A big house built from the ground up. An accomplishment he happily came back to when he could. Pulling up in one of the spots of their three-car garage, Ace turns off the car, not yet getting out as his phone was in his hands again. Y/N had her Pink Whitney Amsterdam Vodka bottle resting in her lap ready to be opened. Ace was driving her crazy!!! She wanted some of that good dick. She just knew he would beat her pussy up like he’d been locked away in jail for 30+years. She needed a hurting on her good pussy.

“Wassup, E,” Ace acknowledged the man on the other line with a grin, “You here already? Where? I didn’t see you when I pulled up.

E? She looked behind her out of the rearview window, spotting a blacked-out G Wagon flashing its hazards to gain their attention. She turns back around in her seat, side-eyeing Ace. What was this nigga up to? He’d already bought her all the things she wanted, taken her out to eat, what else could he have in store for her? Y/N unbuckled her seat belt, turning towards Ace while he talked on the phone.

“Nah, I think she’ll remember you, bruh. Y/N got a good memory... yeah, shes giving me a look right now,” Ace laughs at Y/N’s annoyed expression, “Just come over to the house, let's make this reunion happen.”

Ace hung up his phone, pocketing it before taking his keys out of the ignition and getting out of the car. Y/N waited as he came around to her side, opening her door and grabbing the 24k gold and red roses he purchased from THE. MILLION. ROSES out of her hand with the bottle of Amsterdam Vodka. since Ace’s sports car was so low she had to duck while getting out. Y/N reaches out her soft manicured hand for Ace to grab, but it wasn’t Ace’s hand that took hold. She could feel a thicker, more solid hand grab hers, fingers covered in rings, very sturdy and overpowering her rather tiny one. Startled by the unfamiliar texture, Y/N placed her doe-eyes on a man standing at 6’3, braided-back dreads, black T-shirt on with a denim jacket, black ripped jeans and a pair of Vans on his feet. Gold around his neck, wrist, and fingers, even in his teeth when he smiled down at her.

Ace stood back, hands in his black and red plaid jacket pockets, watching the scene in front of him. Y/N was pulled from her seat, her hand reaching behind her to fix her mini dress since her ass was too much for it. Ace told her it was two sizes too small but she didn’t care. Now that she’s standing in front of E, she felt exposed.

“Wassup, birthday girl,” He spoke softly.

“E...Erik?” She finally recognized him. It’s been at least a few years since she saw him. He had a curly fro the last time they’d seen each other.

“It’s been a while I know,” his eyes trailed down her frame, “Still looking good I see.”

Y/N, perplexed that Erik so openly gave her a compliment in front of her man, looked over at Ace to see if he would correct his boy. To her surprise, Ace has this coy smile spread across his full lips.

“Can we go inside? It’s getting chilly out here,” Y/N tried to revert the topic of discussion. Ace hands Erik her roses and vodka while he leads the way to his front entrance.

“After you, ma” The gesture was simple but so...tantalizing. A shiver spread throughout her body at the thought of Erik checking out her ass as it swayed in her tight mini dress. The way her legs looked in her heels didn’t help situations either. Ace held the door opened for her, allowing her to walk past. Ace slaps her ass hard as hell, Y/N giving him a shy look before turning towards both men. Erik was smiling wide and dangerous at Ace before turning his hard, intoxicating eyes onto Y/N’s body. That entire moment made her ankles buckle a little and she hoped that she didn’t look crazy.

“Can I get comfortable before we have some drinks?” She rested her plush bottom on the grey velvet ottoman in their shared living room, taking off her heels. She flexed her toes, resting the shoes next to the love seat.

“Oh Nah, keep that dress on, girl.” Ace instructed her.

Y/N looked over at Erik who was helping himself to some Hennessy that Ace has at his living room mini bar. He had his denim jacket off at this point, all those muscles in his arms...his almond skin looked beautiful....

She froze.

Now she was beginning to think that Ace must have known how attracted to Erik she was. She had eyes, her man's friend is sexy as hell. It just overwhelmed her seeing him like this. More muscles, hair in those sexy dreads, gold in his mouth...

“Hey,” Ace’s lips were on her cheek, trailing down to her neck. Y/N took her hand, rubbing it against the shiny black waves in his hair. She placed her lips against the chocolate skin of his cheek before teasing him with her jeweled tongue.

“Mm,” Ace lifts her up, making her straddle him while he rested on the grey velvet love seat. Drink in his hand, he sipped while his other hand moved slowly over her arched back and ass. Y/N felt so nervous doing this in front of Erik. Erik was seated on the edge of the ottoman right next to them both, drinking out of his glass with those eyes on her face and only her face. She wrapped her arms around Ace while his soft lips attacked her protruding cleavage. Y/N held Erik’s gaze but it was a challenge with the way those whiskey-colored eyes surveyed her.

“Damn, shit don’t make no sense how much I missed you. Tell her Erik, my ass was going crazy.”

Erik smiles, “you had this nigga fantasizing about you. Every fucking day. And every fucking night. Couldn’t get this nigga to shut up.”

“Awww, babe,” Y/N grabs Ace’s chin, “Daddy, I missed you too.”

Erik made a sound at that, causing Ace to laugh and Y/N to blush profusely. What Erik didn’t tell her was how Ace shared all of their wild sex stories with him. Ace would tell Erik how bomb Y/N’s pussy is. Straight wet wet and nice and tight like she did kegel exercises. He even disclosed that she had a major head game too, jaws strong as a bitch.

She can suck a golf ball through a water hose that’s how he described it.

“Damn, bro. She got it like that? Just the thought of it is making my dick hard,” Erik said, laughing.

Another thing Y/N didn’t know but Erik and Ace did, was that she would be fulfilling her man's deepest, darkest fantasy. Give the birthday girl a real treat. From talks about how his girl put it down to Erik spotting Ace from time to time admiring nude photos of Y/N, he was thinking about fucking his friend's girl. He never told Ace, but now he didn’t need to. Ace hit him up about a week ago before Erik came home from a JSOC mission that he wanted Erik to fuck his girl in front of him.

“Say, bro, would you like to hit Y/N?” Ace had asked.

Erik was in disbelief on FaceTime with Ace. He couldn’t believe that he asked him that so openly, even though his brain was saying hell yeah I want that puss.

“Are you for real? Man, you are crazy, nigga.”

Ace’s look said it all.

“You are for real, Huh? Okay,” he said, letting Ace know he was game.

And Erik was down for whatever. Clearly, Y/N was too with the way she looked at him with those come fuck me, Daddy eyes. He’d fuck her real good too. That nigga Ace was in for a show. This fine bitch Y/N was about to give that pussy up.

“Are you having a good time, baby?” Ace asked Y/N, looking from her to Erik.

“Yes, this is really nice. I feel like a princess,” she stated, satisfied with the outcome of the night.

“It’s cuz you are a princess.” Ace said, praising her.

“You want some of your vodka, Y/N?” Erik asks. Y/N nods her head at him, watching Erik get up to retrieve her bottle and make her a nice cup of it. Ace whispers happy birthday in her ear, bringing his lips to hers and sucking on her bottom lip. She could taste the Hennessy on his warm wet tongue and feel the icy grill on his lower teeth. Right then and there she wanted his tongue dancing around her pussy.

“Daddy,” she moans.

“Yeah, girl?”

“I need you to fuck me now. I want your dick inside of me. Fuck me please.”

Y/N tried to be discreet and whisper that but Erik heard it all loud and clear while making her drink. He walked back over to the horny couple, standing behind Ace and handing Y/N her glass over the back of the couch.

“Thank you, E,” she takes a nice sip, eyelids fluttering from Ace’s slick tongue on her neck and his hand rubbing her juicy, hard clit through her satin thong. Y/N ground her pussy roughly against his hand, nonverbally urging him to plunge his fingers deep inside of her little pussy.

“Mmm,” Y/N moaned while stroking the back of Ace’s head. Ever so gently, while Erik stood there behind the love seat, lustfully gazing at Y/N and loving the sounds she made, Ace caressed her face and brought her lips to his once more, and gave her a nice sloppy kiss.

“I told my boy you have some good pussy, baby girl,” Ace whispered, informing Y/N that Erik knew of some of their sexcursions.

“Oh, really? And why would you do that, Daddy?”

That seductive look in her eyes said it all. Ace placed Y/N on the couch, adjusting his dick in his dark-wash denim jeans. He sat his empty glass on the black and silver coffee table. Y/N’s pussy was extremely wet and warm. The moisture probably made itself visible through her panties. Erik came over to seat himself next to Y/N while Ace was on her other side. Both men refilled their glasses, Ace reaching between Y/N’s legs to see exactly how wet his woman was.

“Damn,” Erik says, licking the liquor from his bottom lip, “that shit wet wet just like you said, Ace.”

Y/N lets out an airy sigh, face hot from the way Erik leaned forward with his elbows to see it all. He was seeing everything. The way Ace rubbed her wet satin thong, how the exposed skin of her pussy lips shined like she’d been oiled down.

“I told E how good your pussy tastes,” Ace whispered. “He wants to eat it for you.”

“E?” She asks timidly. Oh, it was written all over her face. That sexy helpless look on her face. E wants to eat my tight little pussy, Daddy, that’s what she looked like she wanted to say. Drink almost slipping from her hand, Erik takes it, placing it on the coffee table next to his. He swallows spit before biting his lip, preparing his taste buds for her pussy. Erik and Ace shared a look, both mischievous men smirking.

“Hey, bro,” Ace finally pulled Y/N’s soaking wet thong to the side. Erik let out a hiss, the sound causing Y/N’s toes to curl, “You wanna taste this pussy? I told you it was good. Come and get this pussy.” Inviting Erik to join in.

Without saying another word, Erik was bending over Y/N’s lap in a single bound and attacked her pussy like a flesh-eating piranha. Y/N was semi-naked and it wasn’t enough for Erik at all. He wanted to see her fully naked while he stared up from between her legs. Ace sat back on the ottoman, one hand palming his erection while the other held his glass of Henny. His voyeurism kink was finally going to come to life in front of him. Y/N looked overwhelmed by the way Erik licked her. She was squirming and shaking, looking from Ace to Erik with a bewildering look in her eyes. The soft-sounding moans that escaped her mouth seemed to grab hold of Erik’s dick because now he wanted to yank his jeans off and plunge into her tasty pussy. Erik sopped her pussy like it was a full course meal. This nigga was really eating it up and Ace couldn’t help the grunts that escaped his mouth.

“Take this shit off,” Erik demanded Y/N. Y/N timidly lifted her dress over her belly and up past her tits.

“Don’t be shy, listen to Kill,” Ace had his hands down his pants now.

“Kill?” She asked with a perplexed expression. Y/N felt Erik’s lips on her neck, his hands helping her the rest of the way with that dress. She was finally fully naked, her big juicy nipples all poked out and ready to be sucked up.

“Kill wants some of that pussy.” Ace reminded Y/N. She could feel Kill against her inner thigh. He was much thicker than Ace but they were around the same length. She wasn’t used to being stuffed and bottomed-out at the same time.

“Yo, this couch ain't doing it for me. Can we take this shit to the bed?” Erik asked while running his fingers between her pussy lips. He sounded so desperate and it made her bite her lip. She couldn’t believe she was going through with this. This was a surprise alright.

“Take it wherever you want, bro, as long as I get to watch the way you fuck her.”

That was enough for Erik. He picks Y/N up, throwing her over his shoulder. The action was rough and the way he slapped her ass didn’t help make it any less rough. Ace was following behind Erik, telling him where the master bedroom was on the second level. Finally there, Erik takes a naked Y/N and laid her softly on her back on the large bed. Ace made himself comfortable in a chair facing the head of the bed, the sound of his belt and zipper loud in Y/N’s ears. Erik was taking off his clothes.

“Happy birthday, you know you special,” Erik told her with a low seductive voice. Shirt off, she took in his defined body littered with scars. Now, he was working on his jeans, pulling those down nice and slow so she could watch his dick bob out at her. Once the long, and fat pole was free from its confines, Y/N gasped, mouth hanging open and ready for a dick in it. His dick in it.

Ace gave his right hand a workout by stroking his dick. He planned on cumming all over himself tonight. Erik returned to the bed, Ace witnessing the helpless look on his girl's face as Erik pulled her legs apart roughly, his face disappearing between her legs. It was as if she had no control over her reaction to the way Erik ate her pussy. That pretty face of hers contorted with pleasure.

“FUCK. Ace forgot to mention how sweet this pussy is,” Erik was eating that little pussy better than Ace. It didn’t make him feel jealous, it made his dick harder and heavier in his hand. All he wanted his woman to do was cum on his homeboy's face. Erik breathes hard on her clit and then started kissing all around her glazed pussy. He was licking and kissing everything but her clit.

He brought his face up to Y/N’s, kissing her lips, “what you want me to do, princess?”

Without stuttering, she said, “I want you to suck my clit, Erik!!!”

Finally, Erik began sucking it. He would move away and then come back to it. Move away and then come back to it, and that shit felt so damn good! He started licking it with long strokes, and she could feel his tongue working it’s way around the lips of her pussy and then dart in and out of it with expert precision. Erik worked his way back to her “trigger” and ran his tongue down each side of her clit and tickled it underneath. Erik didn’t miss a spot and Y/N enjoyed every bit of it. Erik swirled his tongue around the hood of her clit and Y/N started rocking her hips back and forth as he started pushing down harder with his mouth. He didn’t come up for air once, and the pressure and rhythm of his tongue on her clit was almost poetic!

Y/N never knew there were so many ways to suck a pussy before this moment on her birthday. Just when she thought it was over, Erik enclosed his whole mouth around her clit and started sucking it lightly, as he blew on it with his warm breath. He kept glancing up at her pretty face; she could tell he was getting off by the way she was moaning and driving that pussy into his face. He placed deep French kisses on her clit and sucking on it until Y/N was ready to cum. The stimulation was toe-curling, and as she thought she would fly off the bed but Ace was by her side now, keeping her legs open with his dick all out and slick with pre-cum next to her mouth. Erik was in the zone, he wasn’t about to turn the pussy loose for Ace to get a taste.

“Damn, homie, you sucking it like it’s your pussy...stay still baby, let him have it. This nigga Kill is hungry I see.”

Right when Ace said that, Y/N shouted at the top of her lungs in between chocked up moans, “This is your pussy!! This is your pussy!!” Erupting all over Erik’s face. As she rested her head back against the pillows, Erik finally let Ace join in as they both leaned forward and started slurping and feasting on what Y/N could rightly say was both of their pussy.

“Daddy,” she looked into Ace’s eyes then over into Erik’s, “Daddy.” She called both of them niggas Daddy.

“Damn, E, got your whole mouth on her clit.” Ace watched Erik back at it again with the sucking and slurping.

“Look at the way you making her pussy cream, bro,” Ace scoops up some of that cream, placing his finger in his mouth, “Fuck, this slutty little pussy is leaking.”

Ace goes back to his seat, rubbing Y/N’s juices on his dick. Erik lifted up her body, making her sit on his face. She could feel him running his tongue up and down her swollen pussy. He had his big biceps holding her in place while he overstimulated her clit with a back and forth motion of his sharp tongue and a little pulling and nibbling action of his plush lips. She was grinding all sexy on his mouth, her eyes watching Ace standing directly in front of her now, jerking his long dick. His slit was open and a long string of pre-cum spilled out and to the bed. Y/N had nowhere to run while Erik worked her sensitive clit into yet another orgasm.

“Daddy, Erik,” she cried, her arms shaking while her cum spilled and spilled into Erik’s mouth. He licked her clean, giving her pussy gentle kisses before pulling her off of him.

“You ready for me, Y/N?” He looked at her, his face shiny with her juices, “you ready for me to fuck that little pussy while your man buss a nut to it?”

Y/N got into doggie style position. She opened her pussy lips wide and said, “Here, Daddy, fuck this juicy pussy.”

“Shit,” Erik moaned.

“Keep that slutty little pussy open just like that baby girl,” Ace encourages. Erik takes a condom from his jeans pocket, opening it and rolling it over his dick. Secured, getting behind Y/N, he placed her body at an angle so that Ace could see how Erik was going to fuck her. Her shoulders and face were pressed into the bed, everything else up and to the ceiling. Erik reaches up under Y/N, rubbing her swollen clit.

“Lemme dig in this pussy one time,” Erik whispered. If only he could take Ace’s words literally. With the pussy Y/N had, once wouldn’t be enough. Erik thought he only needed one round of sex with this bad bitch to satisfy his fantasy...

“Fuck me, Daddy,” She cries, backing her twat into his meat.

“Yes! Call me Daddy,” Erik said, taking his enormously impressive dick, attempting to push it inside of Y/N’s pussy.

“Ace, yo,” Erik stops for a moment, looking over at his friend, “Yo, she hella tight, bruh,” He laughs.

“Told you, Bro.”

“Erik beat Y/N’s clit with his dick before trying to get in her shit again. The condom was a bitch tryna get all up inside of her.

“Take the condom off, fuck her raw,” Ace said with finality, “She feels sooooo much better that way anyway.” Ace didn’t understand the mistake in his words. Y/N had some good pussy...

“Please,” she begged.

Erik let out a satisfying moan at the way she begged for it raw. Shit, he liked this little one. Erik takes off the condom, rubbing her wetness over his dick some more before trying again. The minute he pushed himself inside successfully, was the moment he knew he was never going back. She literally swallowed him. Sucked him in like a vacuum. Ace’s words weren’t enough to explain how good this pussy was.

“Damn, baby girl, you giving up that juicy pussy to the homie?” Ace came to stand in front of her, bringing his dick to her mouth.

“That’s right, suck my big dick, baby, suck me good.”

“Damn right, I’m gonna suck it,” Y/N said with her mouth full of dick. Ace gripped her braids in his hand, popping her mouth off.

“Here,” he said, stuffing her mouth again with dick.

Erik was taking long, deliberate strokes. He feared if he picked up the pace, he would cum quick and he didn’t want that right now. She was so damn tight and warm around him.

“I love this sloppy pussy!” Erik has his lip between his teeth, fucking Y/N with no hands.

“Damn...Ace...look at her throwing it back on me, look at all this ass on my dick, bro.” Erik moaned.

Y/N found an easy rhythm to suck Ace while Erik tortures her pussy.

“She wetting you’re shit up man, I see them jaws you were talking about, mmm,” Erik had the best view, her little pussy wrapped around him and her mouth on Ace’s dick.

“Come get you some,” Ace slips out of Y/N’s mouth, stepping back to sit down and jerk his wet dick. Her spit gave him the best lubricant while he stroked. Even though he just wanted to sit back and watch Erik fuck his girl, it was damn hard. He’d always wanted to know what she looked like getting fucked. Ace decided to sit back and enjoy the rest of the moment for now so Erik could have all the fun he wanted. Erik was in front of Y/N now, his soaking wet dick mixed with her cream all over him and his pubic hair.

“Keep your mouth wide open. You ready for all of this?” Erik swinging his wet dick in front of her face had her slobbering.

“Yes, Daddy.” She gave him that innocent look with those big eyes.

“Gimme Some,” Erik whispers, grabbing her hair with one hand, and her chin with the other while his dick pressed between her lips and into her mouth.

“Suck that dick,” Erik grunted, thrusting his hips forward, causing Y/N’s head to push back. Erik started pulling his dick all the way out and thrusting all the way back in.

“She working your shit, E? Using them tight jaws on her?” Ace said, stroking his dick. Ace watched his girl swallow Erik’s dick, making his friend's eyes flutter shut.

“Goddamn, Bitch! Take it...yeah...take it deep.” Erik reached behind Y/N, slapping her ass hard. Her ass thrust up into the air, basically letting him know that she wanted that. Erik slapped her ass again, Y/N moaning around his dick. She popped her mouth off, a string of spit falling to her tits.

“Spank me again, Daddy.” She asked in a child-like voice.

“You like it when I pop that big ass?” Erik said, both of his hands came down in unison on her cheeks, “Yeah, you like that,” he thrusts his dick back into her mouth, making her gag.

“If you stay in her mouth too long she’ll have your ass cumming,” Ace joked. He was ready to buss a nut himself but he wanted to witness Erik back inside of Y/N’s slit.

“Same thing for that pussy,” Erik joked back. He slipped out of Y/N’s mouth, laying her on her back and putting her legs over his shoulders. Erik rested his arms behind her thighs to elevate her even more, her ass hanging over the edge of the bed, Erik’s toned hips angled perfectly over her body. His dick slipped inside with ease this time, even though she gripped him so tightly. He pistoned in and out to the tip of his dick down to his balls. Her body was bouncing against the damn bed. Erik was on his hands, looking down at her. She had her hands up, grabbing his wrists, her toes curled. Erik has to look down at the way his dick was murdering her pussy.

“Damn, Daddy, it’s so thick.”

Erik’s eyes rolled shut. He brought his mouth down to suck on her pretty chocolate nipples.

“It’s too big for my pussy,” She announced, “I thought my pussy could handle it.”

Ace felt his balls swell up, his hand shaking around his erection. Ropes of cum shot out and on his jeans, a look of disbelief on his face. He couldn’t believe how much cum spilled from him. That cum was begging to be freed.

“Daddy, let-let me lick it up,” Y/N wanted to taste him again. Ace groans, getting up to allow Y/N to taste the rest of himself off his dick. She took him deep into her mouth, sucking him dry while Erik held her thighs back with his hands.

“How’s That mouth?” Erik asked while deep in her pussy.

“Fucking amazing,” Ace said while holding Y/N’s head with both hands, “how’s that tight little pussy?”

“Goddam, she’s tight as fuck,” Erik panted.

Erik picked up the pace, Y/N’s mouth popping off Ace’s dick to let out a sharp moan. He was bold in her pussy. He really wanted this.

“Erik, homie, you going crazy with it. Beating that pussy up.” Ace was jerking his dick again, smacking Y/N’s face with it.

“Bruh,” Erik slips out of her good puss, “I was about to buss in your bitch.”

Ace’s dick jumped at that.

“Flip your pretty ass over,” Erik demanded. Y/N lifts up, flipping her ass over. Erik pressed her down yet again, making sure her ass was up in the air.

“Get that shit,” Ace was ready to watch Erik fuck her ass up from the back. Erik spread her cheeks open, his dick so deep she felt it in her abdomen. He was so deep if you looked at her belly you’d probably see his dick digging in her guts.

“You’re fucking me so good, Erik,” she panted.

“Giving this pussy up, huh?” The loud clapping sounds from her ass on him made Ace grunt.

“Pound that fat puss, E, give this bitch what she wants!” Ace yells.

“Look at this pussy, you can see it gripping my shit,” Erik said. Ace came behind, a load groan escaping his mouth. She was so wet. She dripped to the bed, pussy fitting tight around Erik. Her pussy was loving him.

“There’s enough for you, Daddy!! Take me please!!!” She whined so sexily beneath him. All soft and delicate like a little. Erik was about to cum, his fingers sinking into her flesh. She was looking back at him with those pretty ass eyes. Erik was caught up in them, giving her more of him like he wasn’t already filling her up.

“Oh, fuck,” she let her mouth hang open, her hands coming back to grab her own ass.

“I’ma cum on your dick, Daddy. Your making my pussy cum so good!!!”

She squeezed his ass. Erik almost fell from behind her with how she had him.

“Gimme you’re arms! Now!” Erik barked out. She reached behind her, her eyes falling on Ace’s dick, then to Erik’s intense sweaty face. She felt him beat her down. Her stomach tightened again, cumming on him yet again.

“Fuck!!!!” Ace yells, cumming on the bed. He was so overwhelmed by how good Erik fucked her.

“Damn! This good pussy...ima cum all over this fat butt!!!”

Erik pulled out, cumming on Y/N’s back and ass. She reached behind her, taking his cum on her fingers and bringing it to her mouth. She sucked it all off before lifting up to suck the rest off of his dick. She grabbed hold of Ace’s dick, jerking his while sucking Erik’s. The sounds coming from them both had her ready to take both dicks at the same time.

“Ace, are you gonna get in my pussy?”

She pouted while Erik massages her nipples.

“You know ima get in that pussy, baby.” He reassured her.

“You were such a good fucking girl for me,” Erik praises her. He leans down, kissing her lips softly. Y/N felt her heart stutter in her chest. It felt so good kissing him. Her eyes connected with Erik’s, looking at him with a desperate need for his lips again.

“Mm,” Erik slipped away, laying flat on his back with his fist around his dick. Y/N was sucking Ace off now, Erik focused on the way she took her time to suck it. It was like art. His eyebrows knitted together, jaw growing tight. Damn, he was hooked and it was just one fuck.

Lemme dig in that pussy one time.

He lied. There was no way he could leave here with just one taste.

“You staying the night, E?” She asked softly with Ace’s dick in her hand, face all covered in spit. She was fucking killing him.

Erik looked up at Ace, his friend shrugging his shoulders.

“You wanna stay the night?” Ace asked.

“If that’s cool with you, yeah,” Erik slowly stroked his dick. Y/N had an expectant look in her eyes.

“Please? Stay,” she grabbed Erik’s dick, causing him to close his eyes and cover her hand with his, stroking his dick with her.

“Okay.” He allowed her to stroke him fully. His dick was like steel.

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Imagine:

Erik’s groomsmen are panicking because his fiancé is at the door when the room is full of strippers. Little did they know, Erik called her ass there for some pussy.

“Grab that nigga from the room and bring his ass out here!!!!”

Erik’s best man, Monty, yelled to one of the groomsmen to retrieve Erik from his bedroom. Walking up the stairs towards Erik’s master bedroom, his groomsmen takes a swig of liquor straight from the bottle before knocking on the double doors with gold handles leading to his fancy room.

“Yo, E, the strippers are here, bruh.”

They rounded up the best strippers in Cali. A popular stripe club called Heat was a favorite of theirs since they were in their early twenties. The type of strippers didn’t matter. They could be all shapes and sizes, all different shades of brown, but the most important thing was the tricks they did. All of them had to put on a good enough show if they expected some money from them. Erik’s boys had a few stripper poles put in place for the night and even went in for a bar tender and a personal DJ. Erik’s entire entertainment room was turned into stripper paradise.

“E?!!!!” The groomsmen yells, banging on the door. That was a mistake, the minute Erik opened the door, his hands were fisted into the man’s shirt, yanking him up like a damn doll.

“Fuck is you doing banging on my door like that?!!!!” Erik’s eyes were flaming and his lips were turned up in a snarl, eyes glaring down at this man who was a best friend of his. That Henny was like devils nectar whenever Erik drank it.

“Chill out!!! I’m just letting you know about the strippers!” Erik’s friend yanked away from him, “damn, tryna kill me, Killmonger?”

Erik adjusts his silk Versace shirt, all gold jewelry from his neck to his fingers gleaming. Stroking his dreads back, Erik walks back into the large room, grabbing his Hennessy bottle and cell phone.

“Don’t do that shit again, bruh. You know how I get.” Erik takes another sip. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he smirks mischievously at his friend before gripping his shoulder.

“My bad, homie. I ain’t mean to scare you like that.”

Erik’s groomsmen kisses his teeth, jerking away from Erik, “man, whatever.”

Both men leave the room, heading downstairs towards the banger hip hop beat and howling from the horny men.

“Finally!!! Ladies!!! This is Mr. Bachelor himself!!!”

Erik stood at the top of the stairs, arms stretched out wide and a handsome grin on his face. The selection was a good one. Better than good...all they ass was THICK AS FUCK. One couldn’t move with out the other clashing cheeks. Titties all out, bouncing around like they were ready to be sucked on. G strings and crotch-less painties in all different colors.

“Y’all tryna get me in trouble with Y/N, I see what y’all niggas doing,” Erik jokes. The minute he stepped down into the room, two strippers flanked his sides while another steps forward, titties out and a tiny ass lime green thong on. Erik laughs, the stripper in front of him down in a squat now running her hands all over him. She popped her ass while looking him in the eyes, her hands becoming a little too comfortable as they ran over his crotch. Erik grips her wrist, tilting his head down at her with his nostrils flared. He shakes his finger back and forth in front of her face, her lips pouting out like a damn brat.

“That’s for my main bitch, my future wifey.” He looks from her and to the other women on his sides, “Behave if y’all want this fucking money.”

“You here that, it’s for wifey,” The deeply mocha skinned stripper says while sharing sneaky looks with the other two strippers.

“Behave?” One of them, a light skin chick with a mouth full of braces and two pig tails, “How are we supposed to behave when all we wanna do is popped this ass and pussy for you?” She ran her finger along Erik’s cheek, rubbing his dimples with her stiletto nail. Erik clenched his jaw, leaning away from her. This shit was going to be too much. If they kept it up with all this talk and throwing ass on him, like the stripper bitch with the lime green thong was doing, then he would have a hard dick.

Erik thought about his equally thick and more beautiful fiancé, Y/N. He hadn’t seen her in a few days since she was with her brides maids but she was still close enough if he needed her.

Baby, if you need me, I’m only a phone call away

That’s what she had told him on the phone earlier. She knew he would have strippers at his party, she probably had a few herself. Erik wasn’t tripping, that shit didn’t faze him because he knew and SHE KNEW what time it was.

I ain’t worried, ma, we know who that pussy belong to

“Shit,” Erik seated himself on one of his suede couches, watching his friends and future male in-laws go crazy over these half-naked women. Erik was indeed a man, he had eyes. He could see nothing but ass, pussy, and titties. And yes he was officially horny. A cute stripper chick with big doe eyes like his fiancé and long curly hair kept eyes on him while she twerked in front of some of his groomsmen. Her violet g-string held ones to hundreds resting in it, almost falling to the crack of her ass the way she moved. She had those pouty lips like Y/N too. Fuckkkkkk.

“Hi, Mr. Bachelor,” she flirtatiously says, lifting from her position to walk towards him. Erik clenched his jaw, liquor to his lips while this chick dips down low in front of him, popping her ass over his dick. Erik grunts, pulling out his wallet to make it rain on her graciously. She was throwing that shit back on him, a teasing smile on her cute face.

“Go head, touch me. She ain’t gotta know.”

Those challenging words. Erik glared at the young girl, slapping her ass hard as fuck with his stack of crisp hundreds and watching pure ecstasy crowd her face. Erik threw his head back then, his arms thrown over the back of the couch now while this chick decides to put her whole ass in his face. Erik’s friends cheer him on, all of them wishing they were him in that moment. Once she was finished, Erik gave her some more money, her fingers lingering on his chest. She had a look beyond tryna earn her money. She looked like she wanted him to risk it all. Erik wasn’t about to risk a fucking thing on a stripper.

She stands, walking away purposely slow with a sway of her thick caramel hips. Erik pulls out his phone, Y/N’s text thread up. Erik types away, his skin hot and sweaty from lust and dick so hard it felt like the crotch of his pants were about to rip.

Come here. Now.

That’s all he says while drinking his Henny. He couldn’t look around that room without ass being in his face. In his peripheral he could see money raining over a couple strippers who were grinding on eachother.

What’s wrong, Daddy? Everything okay?

She always thought the worse.

Nah. That’s why I need that ass here. now.

Daddy, I’ll be there in 20 minutes, okay?

Erik groans. He couldn’t stand being at his bachelor party with all this ass. He would have never imagined he would be craving his fiancé right now. He always craved her but the fact that strippers threw themselves at him it made him want her to throw her ass back on him. His lips and tongue itched to taste her pussy. His dick twitched to fuck her lights out.

Make it ten, you fucking hearing me?

🥺😩 okay.

Erik’s rage was at its peak. He didn’t feel like waiting.

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Y/N pulls up in front of their luxury home, turning off her car and stepping out into the warm California evening. She was dressed in a white velour track suit, Bride on the back of her form fitting velour hoodie spelled out with rhinestones. The velour skirt clung to her curves dangerously. At the door, keys in her other hand, Y/N opens the door, the loud commotion hitting her full force like a rush of wind.

Ass. Ass. ASS.

She smiles with a shake of her head at the way Erik’s male friends and and future family members gawked at these beautiful women. They acted like they’d never seen a woman in their life. As soon as she made it inside, one of her older cousins caught her eye, making a chain reaction of men look towards her with guilty looks.

“Y/N?!!” They looked hysterical.

“Hey Fellas,” she waves, hands on her hips and an accusatory look in her eyes.

“Girl why are you crashing your man’s bachelor party?! Hell wrong with you,” her older brother, Devin, was really heated about this. The strippers kept doing their thing, earning money and shaking ass. The DJ was mixing a good set too, the entire place lit up.

“Don’t worry about all that,” She says while holding her hand up in his face to shut him up, “where is my man?”

Her brother rolls his eyes, “at the fucking bar getting wasted.”

Y/N gives her brother a kiss on the cheek before walking away and to the bar. Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes off of the strippers either. None of this bothered her. She knows where Erik’s heart resides. Spotting her man looking delicious with his Versace on, white linen pants, Versace slides on his feet and all gold jewelry. He was knocking back shot after shot of Hennessy. Y/N’s knees almost buckled because she knew why she was here. Erik wanted some pussy and the sight of all these stripper women teasing him had him horny and insatiable like always.

“Better have a clear head for the brunch tomorrow, Daddy.”

Her soothing voice made him close his eyes in longing. Placing his shot glass on the counter, Erik turns to meet her big bright eyes, a not so innocent smirk on her pouty lips.

“I’ll be aight,” Erik looks his fiancé over, lips parted slightly, “You look so fucking good, baby.”

Y/N blushes, “and so do you...future husband.”

Biting his lip, Erik pulls Y/N close to him, placing his lips over hers and dominating. Their tongues danced slowly, wet soft lips smacking and Erik’s teeth biting her lower lip from time to time. Taking his thumb, Erik wipes spit from Y/N’s chin.

“You know what time it is, right?”

Y/N nods her head slowly with a bite of her lip.

“You gon’ give me that pussy, wifey?”

“What you think?” She looks Erik up and down, reaching over him to pick up one of his shots, “You ain’t even gotta ask me that, Erik. I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, “whatever I tell you?” Erik pulls Y/N close to him, grabbing her ass, “You bold, cuz if you do whatever I tell you I’ll have your ass cumming and crying.”

Their lips connected again, the passion more evident. The bar tender had to slip to the other side of the bar to keep it cool from watching them both. Erik rewards Y/N with two slaps to her ass.

“Get yo ass up stairs and pull out them toys you got from your bridal shower.” He whispers with seduction. Y/N chuckles softly before slipping away and up the stairs to their master bedroom. Now in the room, Y/N undresses, walking over to her closet to retrieve her stripper heels that Erik loved and the gift bag filled with vibrators and but plugs. She picked out a 5 inch butt plug colored black with ridges all over it. This was Erik’s favorite because he loved the way his dick fit in her pussy when it’s in her ass. He could feel all the ridges.

Opening her strawberry lube, Y/N puts lube in her ass, tossing the bottle on the bed for Erik to use. She arched her back on the bed, eyes looking up at the ceiling mirror to watch her ass bounce, lubed up ass whole and pussy glistening. She was a little tipsy herself. The Bachelorette party did involve male strippers but Y/N wasn’t impressed. None of them made her want to spend her money but she did play nice and accept a lap dance from the most popular one there. She gave him a few hundred before slipping away to play some drinking games with her girls.

Y/N thrusts her fingers into her pussy, stroking it with an erotic rhythm like she was listening to baby making music. Erik needed to hurry the fuck up and murder her pussy because if she kept this up she would be making herself cum not him. Turning her head to look at her reflection again, she jumps slightly from the sight of Erik standing in the door way with his shirt opened and eyes glazed over with lust. Erik slams both doors shut, the sound echoing down the hallway.

“Bitch, I didn’t tell you to play with that pussy I said get the toys ready, talking bout I’ll do whatever you say.”

His angry voice made Y/N smile. She pushed him further, rubbing her clit now. Erik storms over, grabbing hold of her wrist, stuffing her fingers in his mouth. Her sharp gasp made his dick jump in his linen pants.

“So fucking hard headed,” Erik claps both of her ass cheeks before sinking his fingers inside her pussy. He moves them around, rubbing her sweet spot and walls deliciously.

“Fuckkkkkkk,” Y/N looks back at Erik, eyes crossing. He was really digging in her pussy, Y/N’s legs shaking and juices running down her thighs.

“SHIT!” She could feel herself squirting. Every thrust Erik made had her squirting in long streams. The entire silk comforter was soaked.

“You squirting all over these fucking sheets!!!!”

Erik pulls his creamy fingers out, sucking on them while grabbing the butt plug and lube. Erik squeezes a generous amount onto the butt plug, his eyes watching the liquid drizzle over the ridges.

“Mmm, this about to have your ass cumming and squirting. I love this shit.”

The minute he pushed that plug inside, Y/N starts hollering. Erik toys with her, pulling the plug in and out making Y/N beg and plead like a damn baby.

“Damn that shit feels so good,” Y/N smiles, an occasional “ha” escaping her mouth while he fucked her tight hole. Erik left it there, watching as Y/N’s tight ass suffocated the toy.

“Damn,” Erik undresses behind Y/N, “tonight just might be the night I put a baby in you.”

She could feel his dick burrowing deeper and deeper. Her screams of pleasure had her face shining with tears and her voice hoarse. Erik fucked with quick succession, his hips drilling her like he wanted to break her tight walls. She couldn’t even move. His hands held her wrists and at that point Y/N didn’t have a choice but to lay there and take it.

“DAMN, this tight fucking pussy!! This my wifey tight little pussy, gripping daddy dick like you asking for a baby!!! What’s wrong witchu?! I will fill this shit up girl and keep my dick deep!!”

She clenched her pussy, causing him to grown.

“Oh, so you wanna play?” The threat was like venom.

Y/N could feel the pressure from the butt plugs ridges pushing down on Erik’s dick. The added sensation had her saying ooo and ahhh each time she felt it.

“Throw that ass back!!!”

Y/N starts meeting Erik’s strokes.

“Come on, Bride to be,” Erik slaps her ass, “Sexy ass! You listened when I told you to come here right? Like a good bitch...Daddy’s good BITCH!”

That was it. Y/N came hard. So hard she felt dizzy. So hard she felt like the retinas of her eyes were out of focus and she was loosing vision.

“FF-fuckkkkk,” she speaks into the now makeup stained pillow, “E-Erik,”

He just looks at her from the side, dick still deep in her guts. He was craving giving her back shots. All that other shit was just as amazing but something about fucking his fiancé in a home full of strippers, her face down and ass up was a huge turn on.

“You had me wishing you could pop this phat pussy on my dick,” She was zoned out, drooling on the silk sheets with her eyes low and trained on him like she was in some sort of neurological shock.

“Fuck my pussy,” she chokes out in a nasally tone, “Be good to me, fuck my pussy...fuck me daddy, yeah...my pussy.”

That damn butt plug was killing her. Y/N felt so full. She was about to explode again only this time it felt worse. Erik’s dick grew in size causing Y/N to tap out.

“Can’t go no more, huh?” She could feel him grabbing her hair, arching her body more. Her eyes looked up at that ceiling mirror, neck hyperextending, mouth wide open and eyes watering. Her hands fought to grab hold of the sheets but each and every time he would thrust into her she would loose balance. This man was demolished her pussy. Y/N could only respond with choked up cries and mumbling incoherent words.

“Got me over here fucking this pussy up girl.”

Erik damn near growled from the way she came on him again, her soul in his hands now. He loved this woman’s pussy so damn much. He loved her period. The fact that he was more turned on with fucking her instead of strippers is growth. He would have never been the type of nigga to tie down, but the moment he met Y/N, the shit was fate.

“Begging me to fuck this tight pussy now I’m about to buss a nut!!!”

“Daddy! Your cumming!” She was finally able to speak.

Shefelt his dick move like a rippling wave, warm cum feeling heavy inside her pussy. Erik kept up with slow delicious strokes because he wants to make sure he smeared all of that cum on her walls, and cervix.

“Watch you end up pregnant,” He grabs hold of her hair, pulling her to against his sweaty chest for yet another searing kiss.