#*throwing myself around the kitchen and breaking multiple sets of dishes in the process*

[perfectly-clear-from-here]

trying to mentally cope with the fact that like in 2 weeks I'll be seeing miles in the flesh after he's literally been the sun that I've orbited around for an entire year and im failing absolutely miserably at it.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine....

Dominant Erik sees his ex gf at a party/ Dominant Erik and his soft ex gf he lost by being a fuck boi keeps taunting him about how much he can’t have this anymore since she has a new man. Erik is jealous and he has to remind her who Daddy really is

Warnings: HARDCORE SMUT. Dom & Sub play. Voyeurism. Edging. Nasty talk. Jealousy.

“Y/N, get the croissants so you can make those bomb-ass breakfast sandwiches.”

“Which ones? The big ones or the small ones?”

“The big ones.”

Y/N crouches down in a squat to grab four big croissants for her and her roommate, Ivory, to have. She was famous for making the best breakfast sandwiches. Y/N grew up in a southern home with two parents who have their own catering business. She learned to cook at the age of 6, bringing a stool over to the stove, making breakfast and lunch for her younger siblings. Now, her Cali friends can’t shut up about how great of a cook she is. Her friend from UCLA, Tommie, is having a pool party/ tattoo party at her place this evening and she asked Y/N if she could cook some dishes. She didn’t have to worry about the grilled items. Y/N was asked to make curry chicken, barbecued ribs, seafood salad, and potato salad. She already whipped up the salads yesterday so all she had to do was cook the marinated chicken and ribs so they would be fresh and ready to devour.

“I need to get my ass out of this market. If I stay in here I’ll end up spending more money and we still have to pay off the rest of the new furniture set.”

“We have enough saved, let’s splurge,” Ivory spoke while grabbing some junk food.

“The money we have saved is for emergencies, Ivory, like if our cars start fucking up? If some big weather crisis happens and we have to stock up on food for a while?”

“Girl lets live life and stop worrying about money all the damn time. You’ll be graduating next year with your Master's degree.”

Y/N chuckles, “that’s next year though. Did you get the avocados?”

Ivory held up a bag filled with them, “You know I couldn’t forget. We eat these with everything.”

“True,” Y/N stood up, pulling a wedgey from between her ass cheeks.

“One more thing,” Ivory pulled up the list of groceries from her notes in her phone, “Cookies and cream ice cream.”

“And extra Oreos because they don’t put enough in there for me,” Y/N walked to the cart, heading back down the aisle. She spotted the cookies, grabbing two packs of double-stuffed Oreos. Y/N and Ivory made a right outside of the aisle, heading towards the frozen section to grab their tub of ice cream. Ivory was currently texting away with a grin on her face, almost bumping into an Indian couple with their child. Y/N knew she was texting the group chat that included Tommie and herself because her phone kept vibrating in her Louis Vuitton purse sitting in the cart.

“Tommie wants to know if you are bringing your new boo?”

“Terrence? Yeah, I’m bringing him,” Y/N looked up at the signs above the frozen aisles to make sure she was heading towards the correct one.

“Ah, ice cream,” She made a left, Ivory following slowly behind her.

“She also wanted me to let you know that Erik is coming so be prepared.”

“Erik who?” Y/N says while bending over to grab some ice cream. Ivory held the door to the freezer open for her.

“Your ex-boyfriend?”

“All I know is a nigga named Erik who is a fuck boi. The biggest fuck boi ever,” Y/N places the ice cream in the cart, “Ready to checkout?”

Ivory purses her lips, “How long have y’all been broken up? Still ain’t over it?”

“For about...eight months now. Eight months of peace and no drama. He’s irrelevant to me. Every time I hear the name Erik I wanna fight somebody and I’m not the fighting type.”

“Does Terrence know about him?”

Y/N glares at Ivory, “No. why? Should I have mentioned him? I didn’t think I needed to.”

Ivory didn’t say another word until they made it to the car. All things were purchased and bagged up. Y/N opened the trunk with a push of a button, bringing the cart over so she could pass the bags to Ivory. Once the trunk was loaded, Y/N walked the cart to place it with the others. She made her way back, Ivory driving this time since Y/N drove to the market.

“I RATHER BE YOUR B.I.T.C.H CAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU GON’ CALL ME WHEN I’M TRIPPING ANYWAY!” Y/N jammed to Megan Thee Stallion’s song that played from Ivory’s iTunes. She grinds her hips in her seat, thick ass and thighs moving, windows rolled down making her top knot curly bun frizzy, and snapping her fingers.

“Aye, you know you can’t control me, baby, you need a real one in your life them bitches ain’t gon’ give it to you right!” Y/N stuck her tongue out.

“Bitch, who you singing to? Soft Boi Terrence or Fuck Boi Erik?”

“Neither, I’m just singing, girl. Why I gotta be singing to a nigga?” Y/N turned down the music.

“Because, bitch, I peep what you’ve been doing on the GRAM.”

“What have I been doing Ivory?” Y/N asked defensively.

“My girl ain’t so sweet anymore,” Ivory raises both of her brows, “The captions under your pictures? The music you post in your stories? Who are you tryna piss off?”

“I know this ain’t about Erik ain’t shit ass,” Y/N argues while talking with her hands, long acrylic nails swaying like she was ghetto fabulous, “Cuz if it is you can cut this shit out real quick.”

“Let me give you an example,” Ivory clears her throat, “You wish this was still your pussy, HUH?”

“Girl, that’s a quote from a song,” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Well, how about, Fuck Boys played out, let’s treat these niggas how they treat us. Y/N, I’m not the only one who’s noticed, girl. And you didn’t unfollow Erik on Instagram. You want him to see all your posts so he can get jealous and miss what he can’t have that’s what you’re doing.”

“What’s wrong with that though?” Y/N shrugs, “He crept around with other bitches, so what’s wrong with me letting him know that he will never find another girl like me? I want him to feel it. Terrence might be soft and sweet but he treats me with respect. Erik just wanted to get his dick wet. He didn’t take what we had seriously, Ivory. I don’t care how fine or how big that nigga dick is he fucked up.”

“OKAY. I’m sorry for bringing it up. I just don’t want you to dwell on him. Then, that means he won, right?”

“I don’t want him to win,” Y/N spoke with a pout of her lips, “I want him to remember what he lost, that’s all. I want him to watch me glow up on his big-headed ass.”

“Girl...we both know Erik. We know how he had you running behind him. If that nigga said get on your knees for Daddy, what you gon’ do? GET ON YOUR KNEES!”

“Nah,” Y/N folds her arms over her hefty chest, “Nope. He doesn’t have that power over me anymore-“

“I remember the stories, Y/N. How he taught you to be the best freak. Girl, you can’t just throw that away.”

“Who’s side are you on?” Y/N spoke with rage.

“Nobody’s side. I just know you still have feelings for him, that’s all. Don’t do Terrence like that. He’s just a filler, we both know this.”

“I really like Terrence. He’s the man I should be with, not Erik. My mama warned me about men like Erik. They sweet talk you, fuck you good, then break your heart and move on to the next bitch. She said it with those exact words. I always told myself I would never get with a dude like Erik and here my dumb ass go skipping to a dick appointment and coming out bow-legged.”

Ivory was in a fit of laughter wheezing and clutching her aching belly. Y/N turned the music back up, shaking her head at the fact that she even had to talk about him again. She wanted Erik and everything he did to her out of her mind. It took a while for Y/N to forget the good times. The nights where they laid up under eachother, talking about everything under the sun. The way he kissed her. How hungry he was for her each time he saw her. How he made her body react to him. Made her cum from dick for the first time. Turned her over to the BDSM lifestyle, becoming his 24/7 slut. It was fun, exhilarating, risky, sexy, wild, passionate, but then she found out he has multiple bitches calling him Daddy and submitting to him. That was the last draw. She cut ties with him and he acted like he didn’t give a fuck.

“So I won’t give a fuck,” Y/N held her head high, “I’m gonna enjoy being petty.”

“You’re grown,” Ivory ended it, turning into their apartment complex.

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The Splash party/ Tattoo party will start around 6 PM and would end whenever. Tommie, the host and Y/N’s Instagram Model friend, was currently on the phone with the moon bounce crew about when they would arrive. Ivory and Y/N were in the kitchen taking the shells off of the boiled eggs. The dank smell of weed filtered into the kitchen from out back while Ivory and Y/N continued with the eggs. They had so many to do. Terrence was out back helping Tommie’s boyfriend, DJ, blow up the floaties and other pool accessories. Most of the hot food was in the oven on low heat. The grill master, another friend of theirs, Bryson, was seasoning the meat outside so he could start the grilling process. Y/N didn’t have on her bikini like Ivory and Tommie did. Y/N has a lime green bikini packed away in a holographic tote bag. She had on a pair of elastic waistband pink velvet shorts and a cropped airbrushed T-shirt that read Spoil Me.

“Is that my nigga Erik?!” DJ yells.

Y/N didn’t react, she didn’t flinch or jump to look at him. She continued scooping the yoke out of the middle of the boiled egg whites.

“So, you’re the drink plug then? Where’s the rest of the liquor?”

“In the truck.”

His voice. She hadn’t heard it in about seven months. She forgot how raspy and alluring it was. Now, she was remembering the way he used to talk to her. Instruct her to sit on his dick or suck his dick with no hands.

“We may need to make one more run. You know Tommie’s friends with everybody,” Erik laughs.

That laugh was infectious. Y/N licks her lips, picking up another egg to cut into.

“Who’s here already?” Erik asked.

“Bryson, Ivory, Y/N, and her boyfriend Terrance.”

“Oh, for real? Let me go say wassup.”

Y/N’s breathing quickened. She wondered how her hair looked slicked back in a bun or how thick she looked in her velvet shorts. All thoughts she wished she didn’t have but couldn’t help. Ivory was too busy singing to Ari Lennox that played from her phone to pay attention to Y/N. Footsteps finally settled in the kitchen. Y/N looked up through her lashes, staring at her ex. Erik Stevens. He put on more muscle. Skin a deeper brown from the sun. Dreads in his hair now and not that kinky fro she remembered him having. Orange swim trunks on and a half-buttoned white linen shirt that showed off gold chains hanging from his neck. He was carrying a box filled with dark liquor.

“Sup?” He spoke to both Ivory and Y/N. Y/N didn’t speak.

“Hey, Erik,” Ivory waves to him with a knife in her hand, “How have you been?”

“Pretty good, how about you?”

“Same me, what did you bring for us?” Ivory peered her big brown eyes into his box, “Hennessy, Long Island, D’usse! good choices.”

“More coming too,” Erik smiles. His eyes looking past Ivory’s braided hair to stare at Y/N, “Hey, Pinky.”

He actually called her that. Her hair wasn’t even pink anymore. She went back to her natural dark brown. He said that shit to piss her off.

“Damn, rude ass,” Erik kissed his teeth, “Where you want these at, DJ?”

“Come on, let me show you.”

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“Erik, this is Terrence, Y/N’s boyfriend.”

Terrence was taller than Erik and slender. Skin a hickory brown, silky waves in his jet black hair, full lips and sepia eyes. His chest and arms were covered in tattoos. He has on black and grey striped trunks with no shirt. His body was wet from being in the pool to place the pool lights and floaties.

“Hey, man,” Terrence shook Erik’s hand with his wet one, “Oh, snap!” Terrence pulls a bottle of Hennessy from Erik’s liquor box, “Can we open this now?”

“I don’t care, it’s for everybody,” Erik walks away, sitting the box down on an empty table next to ice buckets that DJ told him was the bar.

“Where do I know you from?” Terrence asked while following Erik to the drink table.

“I’m well known. I’m a party promoter and I own my own night club-“

“OH YEAH. That’s where I know you from. I follow you on Instagram. I’ve been to a few of your parties. Your shit be jumping off, bruh.”

“Thanks.” Erik started taking the bottles out of the box.

“I also know that you and Y/N used to fuck with each other.”

A smile crept up Erik’s lips, “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. And let me just say this now before I walk away. Don’t think about speaking to her. She’s with me now. Clearly, she left your ass for a reason. She didn’t tell me exactly who her ex was but she did say he was a cheating ass bitch. Stay away from her, aight?”

“Step off, nigga, before I make you,” Erik’s eyes were dark and menacing. Y/N failed to mention that Erik was dangerous. Killer dangerous, “She ain’t mention how I kill niggas for a living too? Don’t end up on my list tryna defend your bitch. I had her, I know how she feels. Still nice and tight? Still gotta lay the towels down under her big ol’ ass because she squirts too much? Did she mention how I call her Pinky because her hair used to be hot pink and how she sucked on the dick real good?”

Terrence simply scowled at Erik. He looked like he wanted to bust Erik’s head open with one of those liquor bottles but not once did he make a move to correct Erik or hit him. Erik smirks before grabbing the Hennessy bottle from Terence, opening it, and drinking from it in his face. Erik wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes unblinking and murderous.

“Nothing to say? What happened to the tough guy? I like a challenge-“

“Just stay away from her, she doesn’t need you, she got me-“

“Are you insecure, homie? For you to approach me like this right off the back lets me know that you’re afraid I may take her away.”

“I’m not tryna ruin Tommie’s party, homie-“

“Nah, you feel insecure. If you know me then you must know how I get down. Pinky ain’t mention how she used to be my little slut? If I make you my little slut that means you’re still mine.”

“Y’all Aight?!” DJ yells over at Terrence and Erik from the pool, “Y’all niggas ain’t about to fight over Y/N are y’all?”

“NAH,” Erik yells, clapping Terrence on the back, “Just getting to know Terrence more. Decent guy.”

Erik walked away, bumping Terrence’s shoulder so hard he stumbled. Terrence braces himself on the table before looking back at Erik with fury. Once again, Terrence didn’t do shit.

“You know,” Erik takes off his checkered Vans before putting his feet in the water, “Y/N really needs to find a nigga with some backbone next time.”

“What did you say?” DJ asks with a shake of his long dreads, “Did you threaten that nigga, Kill?”

“Nah, he tried to threaten me though. Ain’t work. How long him and Pinky been dealing with each other?”

“Probably for five months. They met through me. Terrence came with me to a house party and next thing I know he and Y/N hitting it off. They exchanged numbers and been down for each other ever since.”

“That shit won’t last,” Erik took a swig of Hennessy, “she still talks about me?”

“No, Erik. That girl doesn’t mention your name, ever.”

“She still thinking about me with all those shady captions she posts on Instagram. She turned into a real gangsta on a nigga,” Erik chuckles, “I know it ain’t because of him.”

“E, DONT act a fool, bruh.”

“She shouldn’t have come. She should have stayed her fine ass home then.”

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Y/N was standing in Tommie’s master bathroom tying the strings to her bikini thong. She grabs her phone from the sink to take a boomerang of her in the bikini for her Instagram story. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but Y/N was intentionally stalling in the bathroom. Other guests already began to pour in and eat the food. The music from the DJ at the pool could be heard all the way in the bathroom, Roddy Rich- The Box playing. Terrence was probably already drunk by the pool since he couldn’t keep a drink out of his hand. Ivory was probably scouting the crowd full of men for someone to potentially take with her back to the apartment later. And Erik...

“Stop thinking about him.” Y/N spoke to herself in the mirror. She sighs, grabbing her matching lime green kimono to put around herself. Y/N headed out of the bathroom, walking down the hall and descending the steps towards the party. The house was empty, everyone out in Tommie’s big yard partying. When Y/N arrived, she smiled wide. This was like a 90’s pool party. Women dancing and walking around in tiny bikinis. Men dunking chicks in the pool or carrying them on their shoulders in the water. Towels laid out in the grass, people sitting on them with plates of food in their hands while others sat on chairs with their knees together to hold their plates of food. Moon bounce in full effect too. Tommie even has a slip n’ slide.

“Baby!” Terrence came over to Y/N with his arms out and an annoyed expression on his face, “Where have you been for the past hour? Sleeping?”

“No, getting dressed,” Y/N bats her lashes innocently, “You aren’t mad at me, are you?”

“Nah, that nigga over there is just irritating me.”

Y/N gave Terrence a perplexed look, “What nigga?”

“Your ex.”

Y/N looked up in time to see Erik surrounded by a group of half-naked women in the pool. They all splashed him, Erik picking one of them up to toss back into the pool. The other who tried to splash him was resting on a flamingo floaty. Erik flips the floaty over, the girl shrieking as she went underwater.

“How did you find out?” Y/N turned her eyes back on Terrence.

“Found a picture of you and him on his Instagram at a party he promoted for.”

Y/N looks away, a guilty expression on her face.

“Why did you hide that from me?”

“You wanna do this right now, Terrence?” Y/N folded her arms, lowering her voice so she wouldn’t cause a scene.

“Just answer the question, he’s gonna be here a while and I have to see his ugly mug until we leave. And Pinky? What’s up with that-“

“WHAT?!” Y/N raised her voice.

“He told me he called you Pinky because you used to have hot pink hair-“

“This conversation is over, Terrence. I didn’t come here to talk about my ex I came here to have fun- AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

Y/N was being tossed into the pool. She didn’t have time to prepare herself as the chlorine water burned in her nose. Her hands splashed frantically before she went under again. Gaining her footing, Y/N broke the water surface, coughing with her eyes squeezed shut. Snickering and shouts surrounded her. Y/N finally opens her reddish eyes, staring up at a laughing Erik with his wet muscular body standing over her on the pool edge.

“NEED SOME HELP OUT OF THERE?” He teased.

Y/N was about to charge him until she saw the straps to her bikini top floating in front of her. She screamed, causing more people to laugh. Tommie and a few other girls came over while Y/N held the front of her bikini top tightly so it wouldn’t float away.

“SERIOUSLY, BRUH?!” Terrence was ready to attack Erik but Erik’s friends held him off, trying to calm him down.

“All jokes, Terrence. Y/N is used to it. Falls for the shit every time. Ain’t that right, Pinky?”

Y/N was embarrassed. Finally secured, she swam to the pool ladder, climbing out of it while glaring at Erik with vengeance. Her hair was out of its bun, wet curly hair smoothing down her back. The kimono she wore was currently floating in the pool and her ears were filled with water. She rushed away and back into the house, a finger in her ear swishing around to help get the water out. Y/N almost slips on the tile of the kitchen floor when she made it back inside.

“UGHHHHHH.” She groaned loudly.

“Baby, you Aight? Here,” Terrence held out her fluffy SpongeBob beach towel for her, “I know you’re cold.”

“Thanks, DICK,” Y/N snatched the towel.

“Why the attitude towards me?” Terrence spoke offensively.

“Because I have a feeling you said something to Erik. You knew he was coming, didn’t you? You had an entire speech waiting for him when he arrived? Now, he’s provoked and he will do whatever it takes to piss you and me off. So THANK YOU!!!! I am SO GRATEFUL!”

“Chill out with all of that. Yeah, I did approach him. I told him to keep his focus on everything and everyone else besides you-“

“Why though? You scared he’s gonna come back into my life? That’s a wack nigga move on your end,” Y/N wraps the towel around her waist, “I’m gonna go clear my head. Why don’t you go back out there and stir up some more shit.”

“Y/N!” Terrence yelled out as her back turned. She stomped through the living room, spotting a bottle of Tequila, grabbing it, and walking upstairs to Tommie’s room.

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Y/N was sitting on Tommie’s balcony, staring down at the party with a gloomy expression. Erik was down there partying with his third plate of food in his hand. Ivory was in the pool playing shoulder wars, better known as chicken fight with one of Tommie’s model friends. Bryson was sweating bullets at the grill and Tommie and DJ sat on the pool edge with drinks in their hands. Y/N couldn’t spot Terrence. She didn’t care honestly. Y/N was burning through that bottle of Tequila. She could feel the earth rocking beneath her and her mind drifting in and out like a tide. Y/N stares with blurry eyes at the bottle in her hand. It was almost gone. She rolls her eyes, capping the rest before throwing the bottle on the balcony couch that Tommie has. Y/N stood on wobbly legs, bracing herself on the glass sliding doors before entering the house. She needed to eat but she didn’t want to walk back out there.

Y/N picks up her phone from Tommie’s canopy bed, ready to dial for Tommie but before she could, her phone was buzzing in her hand from an incoming call. She didn’t bother to see who it was, answering the phone anyway.

“He-hello?”

“You tore up already, ma?”

That voice almost made her sober.

“Why the FUCK do you still have my number?”

“Because I can. Where you at?”

“FUCK. YOU.” Y/N spoke with a slurred voice.

“Just tell me where you are so I can come to the rescue like always.”

“No, Fuck Boy, I’d rather lay in my own vomit than be near you for another fucking second you piece of shit.”

“Damn, I really turned you into a Lil’ savage, huh?”

“Erik...I am hanging up.”

Y/N ended the call.

“Sup, Pinky?”

Y/N felt like her body was moving in slow motion. She looked towards the entrance to Tommie’s bedroom. There, in his orange trunks, bare feet and shirtless was Erik himself. He has a plate of food in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” Y/N asked while blinking up at Erik. She felt like her head was spinning.

“Because...I know you still like it. You gon’ always be Pinky to me...my Pinky. Ain’t gon’ never change.”

“What do you think is going to happen for you? You think because you bring me food and water I’m gonna get down on my knees for you? I’m not your submissive anymore, Erik.”

“I’m not here to argue with you I’m here to sober you up, here,” Erik places the plate filled with a burnt hotdog, some cucumber salad, and deviled eggs, “I figured this would be the perfect food to soak up that alcohol. I saw you throwing that bottle back like it was water.”

Y/N didn’t say thank you but she did accept the food. She was starving. Erik sat on the other side of the bed, watching her eat like she was his favorite movie. She ate quickly, burping and all. Y/N grabs the water from the bed, uncapping it before gulping that water down in a rush. She felt better even though she was still tipsy. Her head didn’t spin like before and she could stand with a better center of gravity on her two feet.

“You ain’t gotta thank me. I know your pride won’t let you. You’re welcome anyway.”

“You can go now.” Y/N got up from Tommie’s bed, walking to the bathroom to rinse her mouth out with Listerine.

“I like it up here more,” Erik follows her, his eyes watching her ass sway, “We can catch up and shit.”

“Catch up? Boy-“

“I’m a grown-ass man, Y/N.” Erik cuts her off quickly.

“Fuck Boy’s are little boys to me,” Y/N rolls her eyes at Erik in the mirror, “Now, why don’t you make yourself scarce and leave me the fuck alone, yeah?”

Erik had a glint in his eyes that Y/N would usually flench at but this time she didn’t give a fuck.

“What? I’m being too bratty for you? You want to punish me?” Y/N let out a short suppressed laugh, “Please.”

“Keep talking, watch what I do next.”

“Nothing!” Y/N swished the Listerine around her mouth thoroughly before spitting it out. “You don’t get to tame me again. I’m gonna go to the party, swim, freak dance with all this ass on my boyfriend, and spend time with my friends. You do you, and I’ll do me, okay?”

Y/N rinses out the Listerine cap, twisting it back on the bottle, then walking back to the bedroom. Erik walked out behind her slowly, his hands clenched in fists and his nostrils flared. Y/N ignored him completely, reaching out to grab her phone only to see it vibrating with an incoming call.

“Ah, that’s my man right now,” Y/N picks up the phone to answer it, “Hey, baby,” Y/N looked over at Erik and he was green with envy, “I’m better. I just took a little nap. You know how I can be when I’m tired.”

Erik’s covetous expression didn’t go unnoticed. Y/N got onto the bed slowly, feet swinging behind her while she twirled a piece of her curly hair, putting on a sweet and honeyed voice. She was playing with him. The little minx.

“I’ll be down, Daddy...Mhm, I’m so sorry I was so pissed with you earlier. I just get so angry sometimes...Mhm, I just need some sex that’s all.”

“Y/N...put the phone down, now,” Erik warned her with a quiet rough tone. He steps a little closer.

Y/N rolled over onto her back, “I promise, I’ll be a good girl,” Y/N giggles, “Yes, fuck Erik, I’m your new good girl-“

“Y/N. Do it now before I tear that ass up, girl, I’m not playing with you.” Erik tries to grab her phone but Y/N backs away on her knees, getting out the canopy bed.

“Yes, Daddy, you’re my new Daddy, fuck Erik-“

Her phone was snatched from her hand and placed in his trunks. Y/N shoves Erik away aggressively. That was the wrong move. Erik picked Y/N up, covering her mouth to muffle her screams, walking towards one of Tommie’s bedroom closets since she had two of them, opening it, then stepping inside. He sat her down, finding the light switch in the closet. Erik looks down at Y/N, her chest rising and falling with deep gasping breaths, body backing away into a corner. Erik didn’t blink. He didn’t even speak. His body was pressed firmly against hers, trapping her in the corner. Y/N could only look at either his eyes or his chest. His skin smelled like chlorine and Shea butter.

“Done playing with me?” He spoke finally, “Cuz I didn’t find that shit funny.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha,” Y/N teased, “Jealous that I have a new Daddy to fuck and not you?”

“More like pissed the FUCK off. You had your little rebellious fun for these eight months. Now, I gotta properly get in that ass. Like I said...you done playing with me?”

“No,” Y/N smiles, “You need to hurry up with your I’m still Daddy speech I got a date with my man at the pool-“

“Oh, I’m done talking. You know...talking doesn’t seem to work for you anymore since you turned into a Lil’ savage on a nigga. I gotta use action...”

“Erik, move,” Y/N bumps past him, turning the doorknob only for it to be locked. Confused, Y/N jiggled the knob and twisted it with more force, her upper arm burning from her muscles being worked out. Pausing, Y/N looked from side to side nervously, her hand still on that brass doorknob. Now, she was screaming, practically yanking Tommie’s doorknob. Erik brings a hand around to cover her mouth, pulling her further into the closet, forcefully placing her back against the wall. Y/N still wanted to scream even though Erik’s hand was pressed over her lips. She bites down on one of his fingers, thinking that would help her but it only pissed Erik off more.

“Shut the fuck up with all that noise,” Erik whispered angrily into her ear, “Yelling like a fucking child. SHUT UP.”

“Mmmm!” She tries to speak. Erik’s face was dangerously close to hers.

“Couldn’t get out?” She blinked up into his onyx eyes, “couldn’t escape? How does it feel that you are locked inside of a closet with me right now, Hmm? My Pinky scared?” Erik removes his hand from her mouth, Y/N shaking with fear, “Yell Terrence name. I want you to yell as loud as you can.”

“WHAT-�� she was cut off with a hand around her throat.

“Do. It.” He spoke with a warning before letting her neck go, standing back with his large biceps and triceps crossed over his chest.

Y/N clears her throat but her voice cracked, “TERRENCE?!!”

“Mm-mm. Louder than that.”

“TERRENCE!!!!!!”

Nothing. He was toying with her. Making her yell his name like he would come to the rescue. He was reminding her that she was trapped and the loud music and partying from outside muffled her yells. Y/N was vanquished. Vanquished by the one man she despised.

“Say, Terrence, help me! Help me please!” Erik smirks deviously.

“T-TERRENCE! HE-HELP ME! PLEASE HE-HELP ME!” She felt like an idiot.

Erik presses his ear to the door, “Hmm, no sign of him. I wonder why?” He asked with faux curiosity.

“Because he’s outside, and it’s loud, Erik,” Y/N glares at him.

“Exactly. Good girl...that’s my baby,” Erik jiggles the doorknob, “I peeped that Tommie locks the closet form the outside. No wonder, look at the shit she has in here,” Y/N entertained Erik, looking around on the shelves and the floor. Nothing but boxes filled with home movies, a folded up camcorder, sex toys for men and women, a blow-up doll deflated in the corner, and BDSM toys.

“Would you believe me if I told you that I introduced the homie DJ to this? I’m the one that suggested he spice up sex with Tommie by making her his little slut. It seems like it worked. Don’t you agree Lil’ mama?”

Y/N didn’t respond. She was having flashbacks to how her closet used to look. Exactly like this minus the blow-up doll. Erik purchased her own collection so he wouldn’t have to bring his own from his place. The movies and the camcorder really struck a nerve. All the movies they made, especially Erik’s favorite that involved her first time as his sub, 

Daddy! oh! Daddy! I can’t believe I’m cumming!

Daddy, it’s so big in my little bad girl pussy!

MMM! Yes, Daddy! I’m a little slut! I’m your nasty little slut!

I love sucking your fat dick, Daddy...

It played in her mind. All the sex. All the role play. She couldn’t wipe it out. It was as if someone opened her brain to re-file all her memories of her Daddy, her Sir. To her disappointment, Y/N could feel her pussy growing warm and wet.

“Now, what smart shit do you have to say now?”

“N-nothing,” Y/N slid down the wall and to the floor, “I don’t have anything to say.”

“I know you don’t. Cuz you know if you keep talking I’m gonna pop that ass real good, right?”

Y/N glares at Erik, “Yes.”

“Terrence just let you walk all over him, doesn’t he? That nigga ain’t Daddy don’t make his head swell with false promises, Pinky.”

“STOP calling me that. My hair isn’t even pink anymore. And I’m not your little porn star-“

“You still are. You wanna see something?”

“See WHAT?” Y/N glanced at Erik’s trunks.

“See what will make you remember how much of a porn star you really are for me.”

“I-No, Erik, I don’t,” Y/N’s eyes disobeyed her by looking at his crotch again.

“You do, and you will,” Erik didn’t need to do much, he simply takes his thumbs, hooking them in the waistband of his trunks, and pulling them down so they could cascade around his ankles. His dick was moist from his wet trunks but it still hung heavy like Y/N remembered. Still just as thick and beautiful. Terrence has a little dick compared to Erik’s. That was the dick that made her cum multiple times in one session. That was the dick she would wake up to in her mouth or wait for on her knees at her door when he said he was about to pull up. The dick she would gladly go limp for. The dick that turned her into the best slut. Her Daddy’s dick.

“This is what you still do to me. Still don’t want it?” Erik moves his hips making his dick bounce and twirl.

“Uh-huh,” Y/N spoke with an unsure voice.

“Speak into the mic, Pinky,” Erik jokes, laughing and making Y/N suck her teeth. Erik moves closer to her, his moisturized dick hitting her in the cheek. Y/N reaches out to slap it away but it was like an iron rod; rigid and stiff. Her clit jumped and her pussy squeezed around nothing.

“Go ahead, take all that anger and frustration towards me out on this fat dick.” Y/N could hear him jerking his dick, “Stop playing and suck Daddy’s dick.”

“Fuck,” Y/N whimpers, “I’m so fucking mad at you! I can’t believe I wanna suck your dick right now!”

“I can,” Erik taps his dick on her lip, “Let’s go, mamas.”

“Terrence...he’s-“

“Oh yeah,” Erik crouched down to grab his trunks, pulling out Y/N’s phone, “FaceTime him so he can watch you suck on this dick.”

“ERIK! Nooooo,” Y/N pleaded, “No, I don’t wanna do that to him-“

“I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT NIGGA,” Erik shoves her phone in her face, “Call that wack nigga right now, or I will.”

“Please,” She was on her knees, eyes watering, “Please, pleaseeeeee I don’t want him to know-“

“Then you’re not Pinky no more. The Pinky I remember used to suck my dick under the table at the restaurant or at the club in VIP. That’s the Pinky I remember. He messed you up, girl,” Erik presses her phone against her cheek, “Call him right now, hear me, girl?”

“UGH, OKAYYYYYYY!” Y/N snatched her phone away, earning her hair getting pulled

“Fuck is wrong with you?!!! I am so disappointed,” He had a mug on his face that scared Y/N, “I got something for you...wait till his face pop up...watch.”

Y/N’s teary eyes looked down at the FaceTime call. It rang twice before Terrence popped up, drunk with another drink in his hand. He was currently waiting to get a tattoo done since the tattoo man and his crew showed up.

“Hey, baby! I thought you said you were coming down?! The tattoo man here! I’m thinking about getting your name.”

“Oh, he’s a quick one,” Erik joked.

“Who is that? And why are you crying, love?”

Y/N’s lip trembled while Erik softly ran his fingers through her hair.

“Are you in a closet? What the fuck is going on with you?” Terrence looked like he was coming to his senses.

“B-Baby, I-I’m sorry. Just break up with me, okay? I-I’m about to do something very bad and-“

“Erik pulls her hair with a warning.

“I-I’m sorry.”

Y/N turned towards Erik on her knees, making sure Terrence could see what she was doing. Her hand wraps around Erik’s girthy meat, shuddering breaths escaping her mouth before her lips pulled him in snugly. She instantly remembered the taste. She hadn’t sucked a dick this big in months so she wasn’t used to the filling her mouth received. Erik could be seen smiling smugly down into the phone while his balls dangled and Y/N’s tight plump lips went back and forth over his dick.

“Y/N!!!!!!!! What the fuck?!!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!!!! You cheating ass bitch!!!!” Terrence gawked at her while she sucked, looking from that phone with her pretty mocha eyes shining with tears and up to stare at Erik. She felt so guilty but having Erik’s dick in her mouth again brought back the good times when she used to suck on her Daddy.

“YEAH! WE ARE DONE! hoe ass bitch.”

He ended the FaceTime.

“Good girl,” Erik fucked her mouth, “That’s my good girl, my good little slut.”

Y/N sucked him while he gave her the dick.

“Now, who is the cheater? You just FaceTimed your boyfriend while sucking your ex’s dick. Shame on you,” Erik made Y/N gag, “On your knees in the closet while sucking me. So nasty, baby, yes, such a slut. Aren’t you a slut?”

Y/N nods her head.

“Good girl, who’s a slut?”

“Me-”

“And who’s slut are you?”

Erik pulls his dick from Y/N’s mouth, “Your slut.”

“Mhm, and who do you answer to?”

“Y-you, Daddy,” Y/N’s eyes were puffy, nose running, mouth drooling.

“Exactly. Now suck my fucking dick like you’re supposed to, slut.”

Y/N went back to pleasing Erik, sucking on him to make up for the lost time. She had to show him that she still had the title for the best dick sucker. Like she didn’t go on a hiatus, her jaws went tight and her throat became a never-ending fuck hole for Erik’s thick slab of meat.

“Why don’t you grab my nuts and play with those too. Don’t leave them hanging, baby. Take all of me.”

Y/N obeyed his command, grabbing Erik’s fat sack with her hands. She massages them, her lips on the tip of his dick now trying to ring him dry.

“That’s it, get it, mamas, yesssss, Mhm, just like before, uh-huh,” Erik’s eyes fluttered, “Fuck, you know how to please me. It was fate having you here. Now, ain’t no running away from me.”

“Mmm-“

“You’re here to stay. Fucking leave me again if you want.”

Y/N could feel Erik’s dick swelling in her mouth. Her plump lips felt sore from stretching them around his dick. 

“Suck that dick for Daddy, a true dick sucker, dump all this cum in your mouth, and you better swallow.”

“mmmm,” Y/N blinked her eyes up at him. She couldn’t do much but mumble.

“Goddamn, what a mouth on you, I trained you so well to deep throat big dicks and you can take the whole damn thing, Daddy loves to fuck your pretty little mouth-”

When Y/N smiled at him with a mouth full of dick Erik erupted in her mouth and Y/N’s pussy got so wet it was dripping on the carpet in the closet. Her submissive throat happily swallowed all of his cum. 

“Slut,” Erik smiled at her.

Y/N pops her mouth off, wiping her chin with the back of her had while trying to catch her breath. There was no going back, she already did what she said she wouldn’t do. Y/N could see Ivory now pointing a finger at her while laughing hysterically. She was on her knees for Erik just like she said she would be. 

“Stand up!” Erik startled her with his booming voice, “Put your leg up on that shelf, let me see that Lil sexy pussy that I haven’t had in months-”

“It’s your own fault, Daddy-”

WHACK!

Erik struck Y/N’s ass painfully before cuffing it so hard his nails sank into her skin. 

“Keep talking back. Keep running your fucking mouth,” WHACK! “Put that goddamn leg up like I said.”

Y/N brought her leg up to one of Tommie’s shelves, adjusting her balance.

“Pull that juicy cheek open so I can see my meal.”

Y/N pulls her left cheek open, revealing her wet, creamy pussy to Erik’s hungry eyes and drooling mouth. 

“Fuck yes. Need some pussy on my tongue like yesterday.”

Erik got down on his knees in the cramped closet, helping Y/N by holding her cheeks wider before his entire mouth gave Y/N one big kiss with a whole lot of tongue and suction. 

“Feed me,” Erik commands, Y/N opening her legs further for Erik to devour her pussy. She moaned sharply, gasps escaping her mouth in a desperate rhythm. His tongue dragged from her tight hole all the way up to her clit. Air was forced from her lungs in agonized gasps. Over and over he dragged his tongue along her engorged folds. Her thighs shook and she could feel her foot slipping from the shelf. Erik held her thigh up further so he could lap her kitty and give it sweet kisses. She could feel herself beginning to squirt because of a little of the clear liquid dripping from her. Erik tasted that, taking his tongue to roll over her clit before he brought his lips together to suck.

“Uhhhhh! Uuuuuuuh!” Y/N sucked in a quick breath, ready to explode but Erik stops. 

Y/N grabs the back of Erik’s head, bringing him closer to her pussy, “Daddy-”

“Don’t fucking touch me before I spank you again. You don’t deserve to cum in Daddy’s mouth. No matter how much I want that sweet pussy in my mouth I gotta discipline you.”

“Pleaseeeee,” Y/N wanted to cry. She was so close. Her cum was about to glaze his fucking face. 

“Nah, fix your bikini and pick up your phone to call Tommie so she can come open this closet.”

“Erik,” Y/N tried to sweet-talk him but he was busy pulling up his trunks. She rolls her eyes, Picking up her phone from the floor, unlocking it, and dialing Tommie’s number. It rang four times and she didn’t answer.

“She’s not answering, see,” Y/N shows Erik her phone. He looked at it nonchalantly.

“Dial it again that girl stays having her phone in her hand-”

“You can finish eating my pussy for me,” Y/N bends over as far as she could go, spreading her cheeks, showing Erik that sad little pussy that needed to be licked up, “See, Daddy? Daddy, please?”

“Get the fuck up.” Erik pulled her up by her arm, “Now dial her fucking number like I said.”

Y/N whimpers, stomping her foot, dialing Tommie again and hoping she wouldn't pick up. To Y/N’s disappointment, Tommie picks up, her voice loudly speaking into the phone because of the music.

“Y/N?! WHERE ARE YOU? TERRENCE STORMED OUT OF HERE.”

“Tommie! can you come to your room, please?!!! I’m locked in your closet!”

“WHAT? WHY?-”

“Just hurry, please??!!!!”

“AIGHT HERE I COME.”

The line ended.

Y/N looked over at a fully clothed Erik, spotting his wet beard and lower lip.

“Uh, Daddy,” Y/N pointed to his chin, “You still have my pussy juices on your face.”

“I know,” Erik looks her up and down,” I'm gon’ keep it there too-”

Tommie opened the door, hazel eyes growing wide and mouth hanging open.

“Oh! this what you were doing, huh?!” She laughs, “Y'all are wild! no wonder why Terrence left ready to cry!”

Y/N stormed out of the bedroom.

“Erik,” Tommie scolded, “Don’t fuck with my girl like that-”

“Mind your business, Tommie,” Erik playfully mushed Tommie before leaving the bedroom as well.

_________________

Y/N relaxed on a floaty in the pool, staring up at the starry sky. She didn’t care that the people around her splashed water or bumped into the floaty. She needed to reflect on what she just did. Erik was currently in the house getting a tattoo of a scorpion with the year 1986 on the back of his left arm. His session would probably take another hour. Y/N wanted to get a tattoo of a crescent moon on the side of her left breast but she felt that if she sat in there near Erik, she would act like even more of a brat. He didn’t deserve to deprive her, she deserved to deprive him. He cheated on her for some other bitch. He should be begging her but Y/N didn’t have it in her to do it. She wanted Erik to control her. 

“Sup, ma?”

Y/N looks down in the pool, her eyes connecting with a guy who looked Ethiopian, thick coily hair wet and dripping onto his forehead. He has full lips with facial hair that didn’t connect, eyes a cinnamon color and a skin smooth and caramel.

“Hello,” Y/N spoke dryly.

“Can I keep you company? I know your man stormed out of here crying about you. You really pissed him off, huh?”

“Do you need anything?” Y/N asked with annoyance.

“Your number if that’s cool,” He tried to put on a smooth voice but it didn’t work, “You look so gloomy with your pretty self.”

“How about you get me a drink,” Y/N needed one.

“I can do that.”

“What’s your name?”

“Aman,” He held out his hand to her, “You?”

“Y/N.” She shook his wet hand.

____________________________

“All finished, bro.”

Erik looked at his tattoo in the mirror that was given to him. He was a great tattoo artist. Erik paid him extra, thanking him again after getting it covered up with ointment, before walking away to let the next person have a turn. He needed to get more liquor before the good shit was gone. Heading back outside, Erik spots a group of people huddled around the pool lounge area, shouting and laughing. He walks over and the closer he got, he notices Y/N standing up, removing her swimsuit top, big beautiful, hefty breasts with large chocolate areolas and nipples free for everyone to see. She had everyone gawking at her before she took off running around the pool, breasts rebounding and swaying. She ran past Erik, almost slipping, before making it back to the group that cheered her on like she won a contest. She immediately picked up her bikini top, Tommie tying it back in place for her. Erik crushed the red solo cup in his hand, the ice falling out and landing on his bare toes. He tossed the cup down, squaring his shoulders before walking up to the group. All the dudes over there were looking at her savagely, dicks probably hard as a cement block in their wet trunks. One dude in particular that Erik recognized to be Aman was whispering in her ear, probably telling her how much he would love to suck on those big ass titties all night long; like a damn baby.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY DID IT!” Ivory spoke with shock, “Okay, your turn Aman.”

Y/N turned to him, Her legs awfully close and her lips just as close as she whispered in his ear, “Truth or Dare.”

“Dare,” Aman spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. Erik crossed his arms over his chest, eyes low and predatory. 

“I dare you to...take a shot off me!”

“Teh, easy.”

Y/N giggled drunkenly, “Let’s see then.”

Someone passed Aman a shot of tequila while Y/N laid back over his lap. Ivory sprinkled some sugar around her navel and squeezed a bit of lemon juice. Aman poured some of the tequila between Y/N’s breasts, watching it drip down. He quickly traced the wet trail with his tongue before licking around her navel to get all the sugar, dipping his tongue in her belly button to get the lemon juice. Everybody shouted, cheering Aman on while Y/N giggled. Erik saw red. He bumped roughly past a few people before pulling Y/N off of Aman, throwing her over his shoulder. Everyone watched stunned as Erik spanked Y/N.

“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!!!!!!!” Erik barked out in a gruff tone with clenched teeth, “You really enjoy pissing me off I can see that now! WHY ARE YOU LETTING SOME NIGGA LICK ALL OVER YOU-”

“Because I can!” Y/N slaps his back, “Get your hands off me, you don’t own me. Go find that bitch you cheated on me with and fuck her!”

“Let’s go,” Erik heard enough. He stormed away, Y/N kicking and screaming over his shoulder. 

Inside, Erik damn near ran up the stairs with her, finding a guest bedroom, tossing her on the bed, and slamming the door shut. Y/N got off the bed, falling to the floor because she was a little drunk. She laughs, flat out hysterical like a hyena. 

“Get the fuck up,” Erik spoke while shaking his head, “Can’t even hold your damn liquor-”

“Fuck you, yes I can, dumb-dumb,” Y/N got up, stretching out on the bed, “You just ruined my night yet again. I was having fun.”

“Thanks to you, Aman gotta die,” Erik walked over to Y/N slowly, “And as for you, I gotta punish you.”

“You already punished me. You owe me an apology,” Y/N sat up, “Apologize to me for cheating on me. Get on your knees and say how much of a sorry piece of shit you are.”

“Y/N,” Erik pinches the bridge of his nose, “Aight, look...I am sorry. I am so so so so fucking sorry for cheating on you like that and not giving a fuck. I truly apologize. If you wanna hit me, fucking hit me. Do what you gotta do, ma, but I’m not going nowhere. I promise you that. I miss you. You got me hot right now but I miss everything about you, girl. Come on, hit me. After this, you won’t get another chance, baby girl.”

Y/N looked at Erik like he has two heads and four legs.

“Did you hear me?! come on,” Erik held his arms out, “Hit me.”

Y/N got off the bed, walking over towards Erik timidly. She stood before him, looking up at him with low eyes, frizzy curly hair, and no balance what so ever. Erik still has his arms out, ready to take whatever Y/N dished out.

“Y/N-”

SLAP!

Erik’s jaw felt like it disconnected from his face. Y/N put a lot of force into that hit. She gasps, covering her mouth before giggling. 

“Girl-”

SLAP!

She breathed a breath of relief.

“That felt...so good,” Y/N beamed up at him, “Gosh, you don’t know how much I wanted to do that.”

Y/N could see her handprints on Erik’s face. He just looked at her while rubbing his left cheek, a smile slowly creeping up.

“You got hands, girl.”

“Thanks, asshole.”

“I deserved that,” Erik looks down at Y/N’s breasts, “But you dead wrong for showing your titties.”

“It was fun. I’ve never done that before,” Her eyes went down to stare at his crotch that was indeed tented in the front. Those hits turned him on.

“Consider that your last time,” Erik grabs his jaw to flex it before he presses his chest against hers, moving her back towards the bed, “Now take this bikini top off so I can titty fuck you until I bust on your chin.”

Y/N lays back on the bed, removing her bikini top, her heavy titties spilling out. She squeezes them together before twirling her nipples. Erik stood between her legs, pulling his trunks down and stepping out of them. His thick veiny dick stood at attention and bounced up and down as he got onto the bed to straddle her waist. Y/N grabs Erik’s dick, looking up at him with low eyes while he spits on his dick multiple times. Y/N rubbed it in, bringing his dick between her breasts before squeezing it with her copious flesh. Erik started moving his hips, his spit covered dick making squelching noises like he was in Y/N’s pussy.

“That chin is a good place for me to nut on, right, baby girl?”

“Umph, yes. Uhh, my pussy just jumped at that.”

“Good girl,” Erik grunts, “Lick the tip of my dick.”

Y/N flicks her tongue on Erik’s dick while he increased the speed of his hips, Y/N’s body moving back and forth across the bed.

“Fucking sexy,” Erik squeezed her tits more, “Fuck, these big ass titties so tight on my dick.”

“Daddy, please fuck my titties, please cum on my face,” Y/N leans forward to suck on the tip of his dick, “Yes, please, Daddy!”

Erik spits some more, His movements more erratic. Y/N held her mouth open with her tongue hanging out so the tip of Erik’s dick could rub against it. 

“Titties feel so soft and good, girl,” Erik moans, “You like it when Daddy titty fuck you, baby?”

“Yes!” 

“Hmph, fuck!” Erik’s creamy and warm cum landed on Y/N’s chin and lips. Her head came forward, nose a target now and a little on her eyelashes on the left side. She couldn’t believe how much cum came out. 

“goddayum!” Erik removed his dick from between her breasts, grabbing it at the base to slap her nipples with it.

“Can I feel your dick in my pussy now?” Y/N turned around, Arching her back deeply, “I want my pussy fucked so bad right now-”

“Oh, you want a proper workout, huh?” Erik crawled behind her, smacking her clit with his dick, “Thick as fuck. You want me all in that phat silky pussy?”

“Umph, Yes!” Y/N pops her pussy back on Erik’s dick, “Daddy give it to me-”

“Bounce that ass back on me,” Erik thrust forward inside of her, shallow grunts escaping his mouth. He really missed how tight and wet she is, “Fuck this fat dick-”

“Like this, Daddy?” Y/N sat up on her elbows to look back at him with her cum stained face, “Right fucking there, ahhhhhhh,” Y/N threw that ass back knowing Erik would catch it, “Right here...right here...get it good, fuck, Daddy.”

“Nah, you better fuck this dick. Move that phat butt,” Erik was still on his knees watching Y/N fuck him. She spread her legs, bringing one knee to her chest, grabbing the sheets, and went to town on his fat pipe. She used all the power she has to fuck him herself. sweating and sucking air through her teeth, Y/N could feel herself squirting. Erik’s dick slips out, Y/N’s hips still moving as her pussy steadily poured until it did nothing but drip. 

“All this thickness is killing me,” Erik slaps her ass while sliding his dick back inside, “Mmm, mmm, yummy.”

Y/N could feel every stroke because she was super wet. Erik showed her no mercy on her pussy. All he wanted to do to Y/N was beat it up. He arched her again, Y/N letting out unsteady breaths.

“You feel where I’m at?” He was deep in her belly.

“In my fucking stomach, ugh,” Y/N could feel her pussy creaming all over his dick, “This is what I want. I want to be a wet mess for Daddy.”

“You knew Daddy needed this sexy pussy to fuck and fill with all this dick and cum over and over. That ass... damnnnnn,” Erik swats her ass while hammering her pussy, “Good bitch, give Daddy that pussy! Good girl, get that dick!”

short little spurts of air escaped Y/N’s lungs as she cums on Erik's dick. She couldn’t breathe. Panting and gasping, Y/N could feel Erik reach around to grab her neck with his nose in her hair. Y/N held onto his arm around her neck while Erik battered her sugar walls. Her mouth fell open, Erik’s fingers sliding inside. Y/N wasn’t in her body anymore, not even when Erik slowed it down to purposefully give her sharp and quick thrusts before stopping. Each surprise thrust made Y/N suck in a panting breath. Erik’s fat dick got even fatter, her pussy lips spreading to accommodate his rapid growth. She felt his lips sucking on her jaw, her pussy like a waterfall. 

“F-Fuckkkkkkk, oh my God, fuckkkkk, ugh, yeah, mhm,” Erik still stroked while he nuts inside of her, Take it...take it...” He whispered, “Fucking take it like I said.”

Y/N licked between Erik’s fingers, her eyes rolled back. 

“Good girl, give Daddy that pussy, bitch...let Daddy get in that pussy, slut...enjoy that dick.” Erik’s dick was squashed between her walls while he spoke in a subdued voice in her ear. Y/N melted around him, “You love letting Daddy fuck your pussy...you love having a dick in you...you be feeling so good, right?”

“Umph,” Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, tears rolling down her cheeks. That squirt made her pussy extra sensitive. Erik would not stop fucking her pussy. Her hand went back to push at his hips, Erik responding by pushing his hips in further. 

“Fuck, Daddy, you got me so weak.”

“Just cum one more time for me. You already made a big ass mess might as well give me more,” Erik spoke quietly in Y/N’s ear. 

“Fuckkkk,” Y/N’s head fell forward, “Yessssss.” She gave him one final messy release before falling flat on her belly. Erik’s dick slips out, his eyes watching all his nut fall out to add to the big puddle Y/N already made.

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Behind Those Eyes: Chapter 1 - The Last Supper

Summary: The world that Avery King enters to as an adult is far from the one her parents entered. That was all to plan. The word divergent no longer holds fear. Faction before blood doesn’t mean you leave everyone you know behind forever. The choice must still be made though and for Avery, there has only ever been one in her heart.  When the only person she would claim as a best friend makes a surprising decision to join her and she encounters a boy in blue that darns the black; it seems she is always wondering….what is going on behind those eyes.

Rating: T/M (Language and Sexual content)

Characters: Eric, OC, Four, Tris

Casting and character inspiration: All of the movie castings apply here with the additions of:

Avery King: Alexandra Daddario

Alec King: Clive Owen

Shauna: Jenna Coleman

Scott: Aidan Turner

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Chapter 2 - The Last Supper

My dad and I are working side by side in the kitchen to prepare dinner. He is humming some kind of tune and the hum is off key but I don’t mind. Mom, who will make some kind of sarcastic remark now and then, doesn’t really mind when he does this either.

Because this will be the last time I am with him like this it is bittersweet. It has always been our job for the cooking. Dad told me the story once of how mom tried to cook and insisted she keep trying when they were just married. Being a former Erudite, she had been so sure it wouldn’t be hard at all and refused to admit that there was something she couldn’t accomplish by just setting her mind to it. After three months of eating toast. Because, in the end, that was all she could salvage, she had given in to my dad.

He became the cook of the family and when I was old enough, I joined him in the kitchen to help and learn. Meals were never fancy or even more than just the basics. That was one faction rule that we could not break. I found I liked cooking though and even more so when someone else was in the kitchen with me.

This dinner would be a special one, not only because it was my last one as a dependent; but because two other families would be joining us as well. Friends of my parents and their children.

Evelyn Eaton and her son Tobias were coming over. Evelyn worked with my parents in the government and had taken the place of her husband after he died. I wouldn’t really call Tobias a friend, not in our faction, more of an acquaintance. He has always been a bit of a loner and introverted. He is in my class at school so we were often put on projects or had lunch together. He didn’t talk much and my mind was always wandering; so we were together more out of comfort than anything. I didn’t pester him to talk and he didn’t tell me to get my head out of the clouds. He stuck with me and let me ramble. Making sure I didn’t do it too much when others were around and draw attention to myself, which I hated as much as he did. 

Andrew and Natalie Prior along with their two children; Caleb and Beatrice would be eating with us as well. Andrew worked in the government with both my parents and Evelyn. Natalie did work with the volunteer and the children’s centers. When I did my required faction duties, it was always with Natalie.

My favorite had been working with the children’s center where orphaned faction children as well as children of the factionless that were turned over to the city; were taken care of until homes could be found for them. It was part school, counseling center, daycare, and also where those that needed it would live. When I worked, I was always assigned two areas. Teaching the preschool kids and helping with physical activities. I seemed to be the only one that could keep up with their level of energy.

Caleb and Beatrice are both younger than me. Caleb is just over a year younger while Beatrice is almost two years younger than me. I get along with both of them well but they don’t seem to get along with each other. It isn’t hard to see why when you get them alone.

Caleb is what you call ‘left-brained’. It is a clinical term I found in my studies and mainly Erudite use those kinds of words, but even mom agreed with me when I used him as an example during her quiz she sprung on me.  

To be left-brained means that a person is very analytical and methodical. They are the overthinkers, very logical and are thought to be cold or critical in their judgments. From just that small description, it would fit Caleb perfectly but I know there is more to him than that, it just takes a bit to get it out of him. You had to work past that prickly personality of his. It had taken me some time but I managed.

Beatrice was a harder case observation, the subject of my study and comparison, for me. She has tendencies of a left brain but those are interspersed with bouts of exuberance and creativity. She, like me, seems to have energy that just needs to be released or she becomes cranky and irritable. When she got old enough she would often come to the childcare center and help with the playtime activities there.

You might be wondering why a child of Abnegation would even want to know any of those terms or do any of those kinds of studies. The answer to that would be because I am not just a child of Abnegation.

I am the daughter of my former Erudite mother and former Candor father. Their old factions joined the traits of the new and were passed on to me. Before that my mom’s parents were both Erudite born and stayed in there, while my dad’s parents were both transfers into Candor; his father was from Amity and his mother was from Dauntless. Their traits and behaviors were passed on to their children and then from them to me.

I am a child of all the factions. I am divergent.

The biggest change that was made somewhere around when I turned five years old, was the testing that had once been done for faction aptitude was all but rendered useless.

Before a person would go under some kind of test that would spit out one result. Abnegation, Amity, Candor, Dauntless or Erudite. A person could never be more than one and if they had a multiple aptitude results, they were what was called divergent. Which was a very dangerous thing….then.

Now it is still a whispered term but one that isn’t as feared as it once was. By changing the way a person was tested for faction aptitude, it got rid of the divergent label. My testing took two months and I had several meetings with appointed faction members from all five factions. In the end, it was determined that the place I would most fit in would be Dauntless.

Something we had known was a possibility for a few years now. I can’t tell if my parents are happy about it but I know my uncle wasn’t exactly pleased. He had always expected me to join him in Erudite but once I indicated that was my choice he has been inundating me with books on things he said will help me. I have been studying all things Dauntless for the last year and feel like my mind is going to explode with all the stuff filling it.

“Avery, would you ask your mom to bring up the box from the root cellar please?” My dad asks in the middle of checking the baked chicken dish in the oven.

My forehead wrinkles in a frown but I nod then answer. “Yes, sir.”

He throws a look over his shoulder at me and shakes his head. “I forget you are doing that Dauntless-mode thing now.”

I shrug with a smile as I go to find my mom. I know I will find her in the room that has been made into a study for the whole family. More often than not that is her space. I find her behind the desk where she is absorbed with something on the laptop she has as a leader and councilwoman. I lean against the doorframe and take a minute to absorb her and this room. One of my other favorite places our home has.

We spend a lot of time here. My dad put a set of bookshelves near the one window in the room and built it up high so that I could sit up on top of the shelves on some cushions he got from somewhere. It was my reading nook and it was high enough up that I referred to it as my eyrie. Up there I would curl up with whatever book or work I had and watch as my parents either did their own work or would read. This was our shared luxury and the part of us we didn’t or couldn’t share with the faction in general.

My mother has her blonde hair pulled back as usual but some of the strands around her face had come loose. Her hair was naturally wavy but because in our faction all women wore their hair pulled back in buns, you wouldn’t know it until at night when she would let it down just before bed. I inherited that from her but I got my fathers deep brown color.

At times when she was so focused on a task, I could just imagine her in Erudite. She would have stayed there I think if she hadn’t been asked to transfer to Abnegation all those years ago. When her blue eyes move over something I can see them taking it in and processing it like the computer she is sitting in front of right now. She told me once she was tested for her IQ like I was at the same age I had been tested. She had smiled with pride when my result came in but she refused to tell me her number. Her brother, Michael, had told me that I was higher than her but she was once the highest in the faction.

If she had stayed, she would have been moved into leadership there. That is the way leadership in Erudite works. If I had gone to Erudite...I probably would have been put into leadership. A shiver works up my spine at that thought. I don’t know if I want to be in leadership of any faction I go to.

“Was there something you needed, dear?” I am once again drawn from my reflections by my mom’s voice. I look at her to see those blue eyes of hers dancing in amusement at me.

Head in the clouds….that is what I am infamous for among my friends and family.

I smile sheepishly back at her and shrug. “Dad said he wanted you to bring some box from the root cellar.”

She gives a start and looks at the time on the simple watch on her arm. “Oh dear. I must have gotten caught up in work. The others will be here soon. Why don’t you go down and start setting the table.”

She is already bustling around the desk and towards me, shooing me out of the door and to the dining room. We break off from each other each to our task, leaving me curious as to what is in the box in the room that usually holds our canned and jarred food.

I start to set the table and before I know it there are knocks at the door as the others start to arrive. Each of the families brings a dish or two for us to eat. They are still simple foods but I can tell the difference in how the others eat by what they bring.

Evelyn and Tobias brought a dish of Brussel sprouts but halved and prepared with slivered almonds and cranberries. The seasoning is light and just a bit of salt, pepper and some kind of olive oil. I don’t even know how they got that.

Natalie and Andrew handed over a basket of rolls that smell wonderful and yeasty. Beatrice blushes as she hands over a covered dish that turns out to be fluffy and steaming cauliflower mash. That is Abnegation’s version of mashed potatoes. Healthier and not a bit decadent by faction standards. I have had the Prior version of them before and they seem pretty good to me.

The rest of the meal was our privilege to provide. Tobias and Evelyn were first to arrive so he helped me to finish setting the table and making sure there were enough chairs for everyone. They had to bring over a few from their house to make room for everyone.

Dinner is a quiet affair. Not uncomfortable but everyone just taking the time to enjoy the food and the small talk exchanged between the adults. My parents have never shied away from discussing government business in front of me and it seems that the other parents are the same. Caleb is paying rapt attention while Beatrice seems to be trying to sneak looks at Tobias without being obvious. It isn’t obvious and I only notice because this is what I do. I people watch. I am an observer of life as my uncle would say. Tobias is oblivious but then again he usually is, or at least I think he is. His head is down and he is focusing on the food as if he might never see a meal like this again.

Then something hits me. We both might never see a meal like this again. A wave of sadness floods me and my fork clatters to the plate. Luckily I was already finished so when everyone glanced my way I was able to make my excuses.

“I am finished and was going to offer to clear the table.” I am grateful my voice is steady as I say this.

The adults all smile while my dad nods and winks at me. “Go ahead Avery, but just you keep away from the box on the counter.”

Well, that is just begging me to take a look.

Beatrice looks up, biting her lower lip a little. “I am done as well, may I help Avery clear the table?”

“That would be wonderful, sweetheart,” Natalie answers with a smile showing a dimple in one of her cheeks.

We both rise and begin collecting plates. Tobias looking awkward when Beatrice accidentally brushes his hand after grabbing his plate. They both blush and I fight back a giggle as I move to the kitchen quickly.

The box sits on the counter, seeming ten times its size just from the sheer temptation of it. Had he never said anything I probably wouldn’t have been so tempted.

“He said that just to tempt you, didn’t he?” Beatrice asks from beside me after she had scraped the little bit of food on the plates into the bag we have set aside for any scraps.

They all get put into a communal pile that is then turned into a homemade fertilizer we make in Abnegation. When there is enough of it we use some of it for the herb and vegetable gardens in our sector. The rest we take to Amity to be added to the ones they use for the farming the entire city relies on.

I am scowling at the box as I nod. “He did.”

I can hear her small laugh from beside me. “Do you really think you can make the box disappear by your scowl alone, Avery?”

“No. But maybe if I concentrate hard enough I can activate enough brain capacity to suddenly develop the ability to see through the box.” I shot her a cheeky grin and see her cover her mouth as she shakes her head trying not to laugh.

“Now I know where the children got the idea of x-ray vision from,” Natalie says from behind us with a smile on her lips. My mother is standing beside her and has her own small smile going on.

“The idea didn’t come from me but one of the stories they were read.” I defended myself, still looking hard at the box.

“Yes, but who read that story to them?” My mother joined in the debate.

I sigh and my shoulders slump in defeat. I guess I will never find out what is in that brown box. “I did.”

“Exactly. Thank you both for clearing the table. Now go join the others in the living room.” My mom said as she once more today was scooting me out of the room.

As Beatrice and I are leaving I hear my mom thanking Natalie for being able to get ‘it’ for the dinner tonight. Whatever it is they are both excited about it.

Dad and Andrew are in a discussion with Caleb about something they had been talking about at dinner. In our faction, after dinner is supposed to be time for the dependents to talk and discuss whatever they would like. My family never adhered strictly to that though there were times when it just happened naturally. Usually, that was when there was something serious going on in the city or in their jobs.

This was one of those times it was more just a natural thing to follow. Tobias, as usual, was farther away from the group. I didn’t have to but I went to join him in one of the single chairs beside him. He relaxed when he realized it was me and sunk back into his seat. We sat in the quiet and listened to the others speak. Until he turned slightly, raised an eyebrow at me and spoke lowly.

“Are you nervous about tomorrow?”

I look at him for a minute before I look at my dad, smiling and talking animatedly with both Caleb and Andrew.

“Nervous? No, I am not nervous.” I reply softly but can’t mask the sad undertone to my words. I look back over to him and ask the same question of him.

He is silent as well but he looks down as he shakes his head. “No. I’m not nervous.” His words aren’t filled with sadness but there is an uneasiness in them.

Before I can question that or him my mom and Natalie come back into the room. They are carrying small plates filled with something that looks a lot like the famous Dauntless cake I have heard bragged about by the kids at school.

“What is this?” Caleb asks in wonder as he is handed his own plate.

“Cake. A friend of mine thought it would be nice for us when he found out Tobias and Avery would be choosing tomorrow.” Natalie replies as they both pass out the remainder of the plates before taking seats with their own.

“This is Dauntless cake, right?” I ask as I pick up my fork.

I see the nod but that is all before I dig in and my eyes widen a little in pleasure. The cake certainly is amazing. Now I can understand why those kids won’t shut up about not having any at the school lunches.

It is something to look forward to. Is that why my mom was excited about Natalie getting some for tonight? Was this her way of showing me one last time that she understood and she supported me?

I must look like a mirror image of Tobias beside me as I keep my head down and concentrate on the slice of chocolate cake on my plate. Every bite I savor slowly, making the entire process of eating that single slice last about a century. I know the others are done around us well before my fork scrapes along the plate for the last time. No one seems to be in any way offended by this but I can tell by the sad looks my father casts to me with his blue-green eyes that he understood.

When I look around the room I can also tell that Evelyn has looked at her son with a tinge of sadness. Will he be leaving the faction tomorrow as well? He has never given the indication he might want or need to but there is so much about him that is a mystery to me.

Too late for me to try and solve that tonight. Once dessert is done, we all know it is time to go our ways for the night. Before she leaves Beatrice puts her hand on my arm and looks at me for a few seconds longer. She looks like she might want to say something but before she can, her mother is putting a hand on her shoulder and squeezing.

“Jeanine, thank you all for having us over to your home on this night.” Natalie turns to me with a smile and nods before she ushers Beatrice out the door, followed closely by Caleb who gives me a lopsided smile. Then Andrew is shaking my father's hand and confirming that he and Natalie would be at the ceremony.

Tobias had already left to take the chairs he had brought from his house back home. Evelyn left soon after as well. It was just my parents and I, the sadness coming back.

Words weren’t needed as dad pulled me close to him for a hug before I was transferred to my mom’s arms. She pulled back and framed my face with her hands. “Go take a hot shower and I will bring you your pill for the night.”

I wrinkled my nose but nodded. “I won’t have those in Dauntless,” I remark softly.

My dad looks at her and something passes in his eyes before she sighs and nods. “They will be available for you in the clinic there should you chose to have them, which I urge you to do. It will be your choice though. You will be of age.”

I nod and she releases me. I climb the steps up to my room and enter the bathroom that is attached to it. It is simple with a stand-up shower instead of the bathtub and shower combination that is in my parent's room, but I like having my own bathroom. I try not to be too greedy on how much hot water I use but it can help me on my restless nights. If I can get away with not taking the medication I am supposed to be taking, I do.

Tonight it seems that my parents aren’t willing to let me struggle but would rather make sure I get proper rest. For as long as I can remember I haven’t been able to fall asleep on my own. If I don’t have some kind of medicinal help then I might never get proper sleep. The first time it became known to my parents I wasn’t sleeping through the night was when I collapsed from sheer exhaustion at the age of three.

I was taken to see a specialist in Erudite under the supervision of my Uncle Michael. That was when it was discovered that the areas of my brain that should trigger rest weren’t working properly. That was also when my parents recognized I was divergent. There had been panic, worry, and unease at this.

Two years later any and all mention of divergence seemed to drift into nothingness.

My mom comes in with a glass of water and the pill in a small cup. She puts both on the table beside my bed and with her brow furrowed deeply, she begins to pull the covers over me and tucking them in around me. “It feels like just yesterday we were bringing you home from the hospital.” She whispers in a tremulous voice. “I had never considered that I might ever be mother material. I was so scared of how I was going to manage to raise a child. ”

I smile and take the pill she holds out for me then swallow the water while she pushes the hair falling in front of my face back behind my ear.

“Now I don’t know how I am going to manage to let you go.” The hand comes to my cheek and strokes it softly. “I want you to know that I am proud of you, Avery. More than that, I want you to know I love you. Your father and I both love you and that will not change no matter what faction you are in.”

“I know. I love you both so much.” Her lips press to my forehead and I close my eyes with tears burning behind the lids I have squeezed shut.

“Get some rest, dear. Tomorrow your father plans on surprising you with breakfast. Maybe I will make you some of my famous toast.” She smirks as she rises from the bed and goes to turn the light out.

I softly call out goodnight as she is closing my room door and let out a shaky sigh as the tears start to fall. They continue on until the sleeping pill has taken effect and pulls me under to sleep.

[prettyyoungtragedy]

You and I, Just the two of us - Chapter 4

You and I, just the two of us - (AU!) 4

James (Bucky) x reader,  – Steve x reader

Summary: The reader is reeling from a life changing event; a year later can she finally move on? Or will the past come tumbling down like an avalanche…

 A/N: I love this chapter so much! I hope you all enjoy it too!! Chapter 5 will be posted by tomorrow!

 Word Count: 5874

 Warnings: swearing? Smut.

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 New years came and went, and you had finally decided to take some time off work to dedicate a week to finding a new apartment. Apartment hunting in New York was surprisingly harder than you had anticipated with all the various neighborhoods and different layouts, you had no clue what you were looking for or what you even liked.

Natasha helped when she could but was otherwise preoccupied with work and planning her wedding which was taking up 90% of her time, so Bruce had stepped in to help you find a place. James had been spending more time with Sam now that he had moved back, and you hadn’t seen him in a while, although he had offered you a bedroom in his sprawling 4 bedroom Park Avenue apartment multiple times, to which you had declined several times because it was just weird living with him.

It was a bright Saturday morning; You and Bruce had started the day of apartment hunting early. Seven AM breakfast at Bruce’s favorite Brooklyn bistro Five Leaves, and then the two of you headed out to the various apartment viewings Bruce had set up.

By the 3rd apartment you were getting slightly annoyed with the realtor, she kept showing you apartments that looked exactly like the one you already lived in.

“And it comes with granite top finishes in the kitchen,” The tall, brunette named Sasha said as you and Bruce walked through the apartment. “I’ll let you two look around, you can come find me when you’re ready,” she says then steps out into the hallway.

“Ugh this is so pointless, if see another apartment that looks like this , I am going to throw myself off its balcony.” You groaned, rubbing your face in annoyance

Bruce chuckled, “This is a process Y/N, let’s check out the last one and then we can take a break?” he suggested,

You sighed and agreed, then headed off to the next apartment the realtor seemed excited about this one. She kept going on about how you couldn’t find an apartment in Lower Manhattan for this price and this location. You exchanged a glace with Bruce as he knew you didn’t want to move out of Brooklyn, but he whispered to you to just give it a look before disregarding it.

The moment you pulled up to the building you were already in love with it. The face brick building looked like it had been a warehouse at some point which had been built on, Bruce saw your face and he immediately began asking more questions about the place, much to Sasha’s delight.

She led you to the top floor, the apartment was a loft apartment at the top of the building, and the moment she opened the door, you knew this was your new home.

The space was airy, and sprawling. The floors wooden and polished, there were weight beams across the room and it was open plan, in all the perfect colors. The apartment just screamed buy me. It looked expensive, so you did well to hide your excitement as you walked through the loft.

“So, it’s two bedrooms, two bathrooms and obviously the entire loft space.” Sasha said gesturing to the space, “What do you think?”

You looked at Bruce, and he asked the obvious question on both your minds. “What’s the catch?” He asked,

Sasha looked confused for a moment, “Why is it so cheap?” you asked again,

“Oh, the previous owner put it on the market for this price, he didn’t really state why.” Sasha replied, “I can find out if you ‘d like?”

“Yeah, I’d like to maybe speak to him if you can?” Bruce said, “Get a feel of what we are getting into, ya know?”

Sasha nodded understandingly, but you had already made up your mind on the space. You had to make this your home, and this was perfectly within your budget. In face it was perfect down to the last dollar. You were never one for being impulsive but in this moment, you couldn’t help it,

“I’ll take it!” you say suddenly, much to Bruce and Sasha’s surprise

“You will?” She almost exclaimed, “I mean, of course you will, this place is amazing.”

“Are you sure Y/N?” Bruce asked, trying to be the voice of reason,

“Yes, I am sure. It’s the perfect price range, perfect location for work, and I mean look at it Bruce, even Nat would approve of this!”

Bruce grinned and looked at Sasha, “Well then I guess let’s get this process started,” and Sasha heartily clapped her hands and set off making calls to make this place yours.

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The moving process happened quicker then you were expecting. The owner of the apartment, whom you still hadn’t met, was eager to get rid of the place. It took all of 3 days to sort out the paperwork, pay and sign the documents before you were handed the keys to your new apartment.

Tony had organized a whole team of people to help you move, much to your delight, so that you could still work on a project for him. Which in a way was selfish but you weren’t complaining because when you walked into your new home, all the furniture had been placed, tidied up and all that was left were the boxes of personal items. Tony even went as far as stocking up the grocery cupboards and the fridge for you, to which you made a mental note to thank him for next time you saw him.

A week after moving in, Natasha and James came through to see your new place.

The doorbell rang multiple times, the impatient buzzer ringing throughout the loft. You tossed the dishcloth in your hands, onto the kitchen counter and headed to open the door for them.

Natasha barely even got a hello out before she started spazzing about the apartment. “Oh my god, Y/N!” She squealed, “This place is stunning!”

“Thanks Nat,” you laughed, as you greeted James with a kiss on the cheek. He handed you two bottles of wine and then followed Natasha in,

“Holy shit, this is nice.” James agreed, flopping down onto the couch

“I can’t believe you got this place, Its such a steal!” Natasha continued as she walked around the apartment,

“Yeah, it’s great isn’t it. I am still getting used to all this space,” You replied handing her a glass of wine and James a beer,

“Yes, when is the house warming party?” James asked,

“I don’t know, when I get a free moment I guess,” you reply, taking a seat next to him on the couch, “Tony has been hard pressed at keeping me busy these days,”

“Does he ever take a break?” Natasha asked, twirling the wine glass in her hand,

“I don’t think he knows how to take a break.” You said,

“Anyway, I invited Sam as well,” James announced, changing the topic, “He should be here soon. “

“I can’t believe the four of us are actually going to hang out together,” Natasha mused, “Last time we spent this much time together we were in college,”

“Yeah and we were all much poorer than we are now,” You added,

“Except Bucky,” Nat pointed out,

“Well I funded our drunken rages, so it’s a good thing you kept me around,” He chuckled, you and Nat were always giving him shit for being a trust fund kid, but he didn’t seemed phased by it. In fact, he wholeheartedly embraced it, James had never been on to shy away from the truth.

Just then the doorbell rang again, it was Sam and you stood up to go and get it.

“Hey Sam,” You greet him cheerily, giving a hug,

“Hello Y/N,” he said, returning your affection as he stepped into the apartment,

He looked around and whistled, handing you a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey, “Holy moly, this place is something else.” He said,

“Thanks Buddy,” you grin, “Come in, Nat and James are already here.”

You led him to the open plan area, where Natasha and James greeted him affectionately and you stood in the kitchen preparing the salad for the dinner you had made. The great thing about the space was how open it was, you could stand in the kitchen and have a full-scale conversation with everyone in the lounge without even raising your voice.

“Dinner is served,” You say, placing the spaghetti bolognaise, and salad on the table, “Nothing fancy, just some good old-fashioned pasta!”

The three of them too their seat around the table, “Smell’s fucking good,” James commented,

“I think I’m just glad to be eating something that doesn’t come out of a takeout box,” Sam said, dishing out some onto his plate, gratefully.

“You should really learn how to cook,” Natasha pointed out, “It’s not good for your health to eat takeout’s,”

You laughed at her comment, “You’re joking right, you’re the least healthiest person I know with the amount you drink,”

This got a laugh of agreement from James and Sam, Natasha rolled her eyes. “Okay first of all, I am done drinking, for a while, secondly, I do eat healthy…sometimes,” she grinned,

The conversation and laughs continued between the four of you throughout the course of dinner, it felt great having them all around you again. It felt like college again. once the dishes were cleared up and dinner was done, the four of you sat on the loft balcony and decided to open the whiskey Sam had brought.

You handed Natasha a glass, but as she took it you saw her wine glass was till full. You could have sworn she did not refill it,

“Nat, why are you not drinking?” You asked her questionably,

She shifted in her seat, acting nonchalant. “I am drinking, what do you mean?”

Both James and Sam now looked at her closely,

“You haven’t finished you glass of wine, since we arrived.” James pointed out,

“And I haven’t seen you refill it once, in fact the bottle is still full,” Sam said,

You looked between Sam, James and her, “Natasha Romanoff,” You said slowly, “Are you fucking pregnant?” ‘

Natasha suddenly sighed deeply, confirming your suspicions. “OHMYGOD NAT!” You screamed excited, startling both James and Sam,

You excitedly jump around giving her a tight hug, and she laughed. “Yes, yes I am pregnant!” she said sound excited finally,

“Congratulations!” Sam said standing up and giving her a hug,

James seemed dumbstruck, he was still in his seat, his face unreadable. You looked down at him, and kicked him in the foot slightly urging him to stand up and give Natasha a hug. He suddenly snapped out of his thought when you did so, and half heartedly congratulated her, then took a seat again.

“So, when did you find out?” You ask her enthusiastically, “And how am I only finding out about this now?!”

“Uhm.. I found out two weeks ago,” She replied,

“Oh my god, and why am I only finding out now?” You demanded,

“I only went to the doctor this week,” Natasha explained,

“How far along are you?”  Sam asked,

“six weeks,” and then Natasha suddenly burst into tears,

And beside you, you left James stiffen at the sight of Natasha crying.

“Hey, Nat what’s wrong?” you say gently, putting an arm around her shoulders,

“My wedding is in 4 weeks and I’m not going to fit into my dress and we can’t tell my family because my mother will have a heart attack if she knows I’m pregnant before marriage.” Natasha said through sobs,

Sam chuckled, “Natasha Romanoff, you are a resourceful, empowered woman. I don’t think you should let this get you down, it’s a silly wedding dress, just rip a few seams and you will be fine!” he said,

And you threw him a grateful glance, because that seemed to cheer Nat up a little.

“See, there’s always a plan, and I’ll help you fit into your dress I swear.” You tell her,

“Yeah, you’re beautiful Nat, either way this is a happy moment for you.” James finally added, as he had been quiet throughout the exchange

Natasha looked around at the three of you and then started crying again, “Why are you still crying Nat?”  you asked confused,

“Because I’m happy to have you all back in my life,” She said through tears and laughter.

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry with her, in her emotional state. But all of them being here made you realize just how much you all needed each other.

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You hadn’t seen Steve in almost a month, you continued to text each other on the regular but every time the two of you made a plan, it seemed to fall apart. So, it came as an utter surprise when you bumped into him at a book store in Manhattan. He was avidly trying to escape something outside when he bumped into you,

“Y/N,” he exclaimed, dragging you into a hug. “Just the person I was looking for,”

“Steve, what, how did you know where to find me?”  You asked confused,

“Natasha said I could find you here on Tuesdays,” he explained, “She kind of has your whole itinerary,”

“I swear to god, that woman needs a busier job,” You chuckled, “But I am glad you found me,” you say smiling up at the handsome blonde, he had grown a small beard in the time you hadn’t seen him. It was incredibly attractive.

“So am I,” Steve mumbled a little awkwardly,

“What can I do for you Steven?” You prompted him when he hadn’t told you why he was here,

“Please don’t think I only want to see you when I am not busy,” Steve began, “I want to see you every day if I could, So here I am hoping you will say yes to going on an actual date with me tonight?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, he had a puppy dog look on his gorgeous face and somehow you couldn’t say no to such an offer. “You tracked me down, just to ask me something you could have done over text?” You laughed,

Steve scratched the back of his, with a shy smile on his face, “This may sound silly, but I wanted to ask you out for the first time in person, doesn’t seem right to do it over text,” He explained,

“Alright, but only if I get to choose the place,” you responded, chuckling at how sweet he was.

“Yes, of course, anything you want!” Steve said enthusiastically,

Just then, there were the sounds of camera’s and flashes going off in the window of the book store and Steve groaned loudly. “Fuck, the found me,” he sighed and then stepped behind a bookshelf taking you with him,

“Paparazzi, I assume?” you say,

Steve nodded, “Can’t escape these guys,”

“Come on,” You say, “I’ll show you an escape route.”

Steve broke out into a grin at your offer and the two of you quietly slipped out the side of the bookstore unbeknownst to the eager paparazzi and fans waiting for him to exit through the front.

That evening, you sat in Natasha’s massive walk in closet as she went through an array of outfits for you to wear on your date with Steve. You had chosen a quiet little restaurant in Brooklyn but Natasha railroaded your plans and managed to organize a private dining dinner at Vaucluse in the upper east side, to which you complained saying you probably couldn’t afford a starter there to begin with.

“So, red or black ?” Nat asked you, holding up the two different dress options,

“Neither, they are so short and way too fancy for just a dinner.” You said shaking your head,

Natasha sighed and tossed the options onto the bed, and then went back to rummaging through the racks of clothes looking for something for you to wear. “You know, this is a 5-star restaurant and I am sure Steve is going to dress in a suit,” she said, holding up another option for you,

“Yes, but I am not making a big deal out of this, who knows if this is even going to work out” you say shaking your head, “And absolutely not, there is barely any coverage on that dress,”

“Can you just pick something, I can’t with you!” Nat exclaimed and then huffed and sat down on one of the chairs, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

You sighed, “Can’t I just wear my own clothes?” You say,

“No, because you dress like you’re in a biker gang,” Nat retorted, and you couldn’t help but laugh, she wasn’t wrong about your style of dress.

“Fine,” you grumbled and then got up, and went to look at the racks of clothing.

After what seemed like an eternity you had finally picked out an outfit, and gotten dressed.

“Ugh, you look like a homeless hippie!” Natasha exclaimed, “Of all the amazing Atelier Versace I have in my closet you choose to dress in an outfit from Topshop!”

“Shut up,” you laughed, “I am comfortable in this, and I think I look great.”

“He’s going to be so disappointed,” She sighed,

“Well he will have to like me for who I am, not what I wear,” you point out, and then take one last look at yourself in the mirror before you leave to go meet Steve at the restaurant.

When you arrived at the restaurant Steve was already there, sitting at the table looking exceedingly handsome, chatting to a waitress. You heart raced a little when you saw him,

As you walked up to the table, Steve immediately gets to his feet with a wide grin on his face,

“Hey you,” He says sweetly, giving you a kiss on the cheek

“Hey Steve,” you respond, smiling at him as he nervously fidgeted with his tie, “You look great,”

“Nothing compared to you,” was his response as the two of you sat down,

You felt yourself blush at his compliment, how was he always so sweet.

“Natasha said I look like a homeless hippie,” you joked,

“Well, then you are definitely the prettiest homeless hippie I have ever met,” Steve laughed,

Just then the waitress appeared again, with a bottle of expensive looking champagne,

“Shall I open it?” She asked you both,

Steve looked at you and you nodded, noting that the bottle was one of your favorite. Steve had obviously asked Natasha what you liked beforehand, and you thought that was so sweet.

After the waitress had taken your orders and left, Steve asked you how your day was,

“It was rather average, worked for most of the day. My boss is really amped about this project we are working on, he wants to make Stark industries a leader in clean energy, so he has us researching and developing around the clock. It’s great for me, because the developments are moving along great, but I have a whole team to manage now and ordering people around isn’t really my strong suit, I’m more of a do it myself type of person,” You stopped yourself, realizing you were rambling a little, “Sorry, I’m rambling,”

“Oh no, don’t apologize, I am enjoying hearing about your work,” Steve smiled,

“You say that now, and then I start speaking about nonmolecular cellular regeneration and you will wish you hadn’t said that,” You chuckled,

Steve grinned, “I could listen to you talk all day, you’re by far the most interesting thing to be around today,”

“I’m a thing?” You joke, feigning offense,

“No no, I mean person, I would never objectify you, I” he rapidly tried to correct himself,

“Steve relax, I’m joking,” You say laughing out loud at his panic,

He relaxed his shoulders and shook his head chuckling with you.

“So, how’s your job?” you asked him, taking a sip of your drink,

“Tiring, I am glad to finally have a break in the new year.” Steve said, “The jet set life can get tedious sometimes,”

“I can imagine, don’t you miss being home?”

He nodded, “All the time, But I can’t complain I am devastatingly lucky in my life, for everything that I have gotten but the fame doesn’t come without its downfalls,”

“Like the paparazzi,” you pointed out,

“Oh yes, they’re the worst, but nothing compared to the gossip websites,” Steve replied, “It’s easy to lose yourself in it all,”

“Well, it’s nice to walk outside and see your face on a billboard outside my apartment,” You jested,

Which earned you a hearty laugh from Steve, “I had to find some way to keep you interested in me.”

The rest of the evening went by faster than you had expected, You and Steve had lost track of time in the restaurant and only realized how late it was when the waitress came through with the bill saying they were closing.

“Is that the time, holy shit,” You half exclaim, it was 1:30 in the morning,

Steve insisted on paying the bill, even though numerous times you said you would pay it. He said it wouldn’t be a date if he made you pay for your dinner and that he wanted to treat you. It was a sweet gesture.

Once the two of you had left the restaurant, he offered to drop you off at home, saying he didn’t feel right letting you take a cab. Which you didn’t dispute. The car ride to your place was quick and as he pulled up to your apartment building, you found yourself wanting to invite him upstairs.

“Would you like to come upstairs?” You ask softly, a surprised look flits across his face

“Yeah, yeah, I would love to,” He replied, flashing his dazzling smile at you.

Steve followed you upstairs wordlessly, the two of you quietly making easy conversation between each other as you were in the lift. When the lift hit the landing and you exited it, you stopped dead in your tracks, your heart dropping to the floor.

Standing at your front door was Luke Charles, your ex-fiancé.

“Luke…” You whispered when you saw him, Luke looked at Steve for a moment then at you,

“What are you doing here?” you asked, your heart thundering in your chest,

“I needed to see you,” He replied, his voice sending a shiver down your spine, you hadn’t heard it in over a year and seeing him here now was like looking at a ghost. “Can we talk in private?”

You looked at Steve, by the look on Steve’s face he knew who Luke was, and you wanted to avoid any kind of drama to night. “I’m sorry Steve,” you apologized,

“No no, its okay, call me tomorrow okay?” he said smiling and then embracing you, you nodded at him, He gave you a kiss on the forehead before he left. For good measure you see him throw Luke a glare and then he left,

Your hands were shaking as you unlocked the front door, Luke stood behind you wordlessly. Once inside, you quickly dropped all your items on the kitchen counter and turned to face Luke, who stood near the door, looking around at your apartment.

You felt so exposed, having him look around at your new home. He still looked as handsome as ever, you averted your gaze as the memories with him came flooding back. You feel hot tears springing to your eyes, and you swallow the lump in your throat.

“Why are you here Luke?” You asked him quietly,

He walked to the kitchen, near where you stood and faced you, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Who’s the guy?” He asked,

“You don’t get to ask me that question,” you responded, trying to remain as aloof as possible,

“Can we sit?” Luke gestures to the chairs, as he takes a seat in one of them,

“I’d rather stand,” you replied, moving yourself behind the island counter, putting space between the two of you.

Luke sighed and then removed his jacket and scarf, he looked at you, observing you. “You changed your hair color,” he noted, “it looks lovely,”

You nervously twirled your hair with your index finger, feeling exposed at his comment, and remained quiet.

“I see you changed the way you dress too, this suits you,” Luke said gesturing to the outfit you had borrowed from Natasha for your date,

“Luke, what do you want? Because I know you didn’t come here to talk about my hair and my clothes,” you snap impatiently, on the outside you were trying to be tough but on the inside you were dying, you wanted to kick and scream and shout at him.

“I just needed to see you, Y/N. I wanted to know if you were okay…” Luke replied huskily, looking at you with intense eyes,

“Why…?” you whispered, pain evident in your voice, “Why after all this time,”

“Because I still love you,” He replied plainly,

The moment the words left his mouth, you felt as if your world was spinning. You had wished, begged, prayed for this moment, when Luke had left you. you spent countless hours sobbing to Natasha over those 3 words, but somehow in this moment it felt like he had just stabbed you in the heart. There was just pain in your chest when you looked at Luke, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe,

Suddenly all the memories and the pain from what he had caused you over the last year came rushing back, and it was like an avalanche of emotions. Mostly rage,

“How fucking dare, you!” You shouted at him, starling him.

Luke looked at you, mouth open in shock,

“How dare you come back to me, and tell me you still love me after everything you have done to me! How dare you think this is okay! How dare you sit there and even for a moment think that this is something you get to do to me!” You were screaming at this point, but you didn’t care, “I was suffering Luke, I was a shell of a person, you broke me! YOU BROKE MY SOUL AND NOW YOU COME TO MY HOME AND THINK YOU CAN JUST PULL THE THREAD THAT I HAVE WORKED SO HARD TO KEEP TIED UP!” You began to throw the plates and glasses at him, they were shattering across the kitchen and living room, Luke ducked out the way to avoid being hit with a plate,

You paused your chest heaving from anger,

“Y/N,” Luke began,

“No, you don’t get to say my name! you don’t have the right to even look at me, not after what you did Luke!” you cried, tears streaming down your face now, “How can you do this to me?! AGAIN?!”

“Baby please, just give me a chance to explain,” Luke begged,

But you cut him off, “No, get the fuck out of my house, get out of my life. I will never forgive you Luke Charles, you left me for another woman and If I ever see you again I will murder you with my bare hands,” you said icily,

Luke just looked at you, a dejected look on his face, he stood up and gathered his things then walked to the door, you followed him to let him out. “I won’t give up on you,” He said turning to you as he exited the apartment,

“You already did,” you replied frostily and then slammed the door in his face.

The moment the door shut, your legs buckled, and you collapsed to the floor, clutching your chest in pain. You couldn’t breathe, you were having a full-scale panic attack. You needed to get out of your apartment, Luke’s cologne clung to the air, and the memories were too painful. There was glass everywhere, and you had cuts on your hands from stray piece of glass that had hit you.

Grabbing your purse and phone, you ran out of the apartment barely locking it behind you in the pouring rain you hailed a cab. There was only one person you needed to see right now.

The cab had barely stopped when you were already jumping out, tossing two 20-dollar bills in the front seat and thanking him. You ran up to the doorman, who already knew who you were, and he politely opened the door for you. seeing your freaked faced he asked if you were okay, and quickly let you in to the elevator.

You pushed the button to the penthouse suite, your panic rising again, you couldn’t breath and your head was spinning. The second the elevator dinged on the landing, James was standing there, in just shorts. The doorman must have alerted him that you were on your way up. you flung yourself into his arms and began sobbing uncontrollably.

“Y/N,” James said, in a panicked voice, “What the fuck happened?!”

You couldn’t get the words out, your body racked with sobs and you held onto James like he was a lifeline.

“Sweetheart, talk to me! What happened?” he repeated holding you against his chest, “You’re bleeding!” he exclaimed,

“L-Luke,” was all you managed to say, and James knew what had happened. He led you inside, and ordered you to sit down in the lounge, while he got on the phone with someone.

You were numb, you sat on the edge of the couch, gazing listlessly at the floor. When James returned to the room, he had a cup of tea in his hand which he placed next to you then he sat beside you. he had pulled on a t-shirt while he was gone.  

“Tell me what he did, doll,” James said, brushing your hair out of your face,

“I came home,” You began, choking up again, “And he was just there, at my door, he didn’t say hello, he didn’t even ask me if I was okay, how I was, how I’d been after what he did. he just said he loved me and still wanted me. It was like he knew how to break me all over again,” a sob escapes your lips as you hear the words Luke had uttered to you, again and again.

“And then what? Did he lay a hand on you?” James asked, evidently angry,

“N-no,” you stuttered, “I threw the plates and the glasses at him,”

James looked at you for a moment, shocked. “I am going to fucking kill him,” James seethed, “Where is he now?”

“I don’t know, I kicked him out and came straight here,” You replied, holding your head in your hands,

James took a deep breath, evidently trying to calm himself down. “Come on sweetheart, Let me sort out those cuts,” he said, standing up and offering you a hand.

You silently followed James to the bathroom, and took a seat on the bathroom counter while he got out the first aid kit and got to work on cleaning bits of glass that were still stuck in the cuts on your arms and hands. When he was done he looked at your face, “You have a cut on your cheekbone,” he mentioned, and took a piece of cotton wool dipping in antiseptic and wiping the blood away.

You hissed as it stung, knowing that would probably leave a mark. “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes,” James said, once he was done applying a plaster to your cheek. You just nodded, not feeling like saying anything in that moment. Seeing Luke again and speaking to him had brought the passed tumbling down on you like an avalanche and you had retreated within yourself.

“I’ll go get you something to wear, do you want to shower?” He asked you,

When you didn’t answer, he walked over to you and cupped your face in his hands, “Y/N, I got you, you’re going to be okay.” He said softly,

“I just want to sleep,” you whispered,

He nodded, “Ok lets get you to sleep,”

James took you to one of the spare bedrooms and gave you a t-shirt to sleep in.

“Will you stay with me please?” you asked him quietly as you got into bed,

“Of course, doll,” He replied, getting into the bed beside you, and embracing you.

You lay in James’ embrace for almost an hour in silence, you were numb. The words Luke had said playing over and over in your head. Your frustration building up the more you thought about it.

“James,” you whispered,

“Hmm..?”

You looked up into his ice blue eyes, his face centimeters from yours and without hesitation you kissed him.

His reaction seemed tense at first but then he leaned into it. You linked your arms around his neck, fervently kissing him. Your mind was numb to what you were doing, all you knew is that you wanted to feel something.

James pulled you closer to him, not breaking the kiss. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, you moved away slightly and in one swift motion, pulled off the t-shirt you wore. Revealing your naked body.

“Y/N,” James said softly, “You don’t want this,”

“I do,” you replied pulling him towards you,

“You’re upset, you’re going to regret doing this.” He said, as he kissed you,

“Bucky…please…” was all you said, before he was kissing you passionately again,

James took his shirt off, exposing his perfectly muscular body. Your hands roamed across his chiseled chest as he kissed your neck, he pulled back and looked at you, the lust in his eyes igniting a fire inside of you. James got between yours legs, pressing his body against yours. You could feel his arousal, as he pulled his shorts of. Your heart was racing, the adrenaline coursing through your veins made your arousal feel like fire.

His lips crashed against yours again, and he moved down to your neck, kissing, biting and sucking as he went across your bare breasts. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you just wanted to feel, that was it, in this moment you just wanted to feel something.

“need you…in me,” you panted,

And James hesitated for a second, and looked at you. “Protection,” you whispered, and he acknowledged pulling out protection from the drawer beside the bed. Wrapping your legs around his hips, you pull him in. You sighed lustfully at the feel and the fit, not thinking about anything but sex in that moment, you needed to take your mind of Luke. it was torturous.  James began to move languidly above you, setting the rhythm painstakingly slow but passionate.

“Bucky,” you moaned against his chest, feeling your pleasure building and the ecstasy of an orgasm approaching.

A few minutes later, you rake your nails across his back as you came ecstatically. Sighing his name as you did, James followed a few seconds later.

He rested his head on the crook of your neck, both of you gasping in post coital euphoria. James rolled over and lay beside you, and you cover up your nakedness with the bed-sheets. Your mind is calm, even with the calamitous, momentous weight the deed the two of you had just committed.  

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