#SO SUCK MY DICK WE TOLD YALL IT WAS CLEAR AS DAY

[zouisalmightie]

TO ALL THE HATERS THAT SAID WE WERE MAKING BUDDIE UP IN OUR HEADS HOW DOES MY ASS TASTE???

[barzzal]

between halls and thin walls → part three

summary: friends who fool around almost never work. almost.

↳ pairing: mathew barzal x you

↳ warnings: fingering, fem and male receiving, mentions of pornography, sexual/suggestive themes, swearing, mat not knowing how to eat pussy, anddd too much sneaking around i’m hating myself for it

↳ genre: fluff, angst, smut, roommates au, best friend’s best friend, friends with benefits, 18+

↳ length: series; part one, part two, part three (8.6k), part four, part five, part six

↳ masterlist: the barn

↳ track: god is fair, sexy nasty, cinderella, planet god damn by mac miller

note: so sorry for the wait! have been a lot busier with uni :(( took weeks for me to finally sit down and write on my laptop to finish this aaaah anw here’s the update and i’m making it up to yall i hope you like!! happy reading babies <3

“Wait–” you break off, your fingers already weaving through his ever so gorgeous hair. 

“What about Tito?” you fret.

You’re sure there was at least a hint of annoyance in his voice. Possibly irked that you had to ruin the one thing you both have been craving for for weeks.

“He won’t come home, trust me.” he says, lips already making its way back to touch your skin, nestling on your jawline, before trailing down to the intricate line of your neck, his movement hasty with a sense of hunger and urgency. 

You didn’t mind. It felt good. 

“Okay– no. Let’s stop this for a sec.” you try to snap out of it, pushing him away but just enough to keep him within arms reach. You rest both your hands on his broad shoulders whilst he rests his on your hips, just a few inches above your ass. 

“We need to clear things out.” you start, eyes lingering on his irises, making you wet your lips at the sight. 

“Didn’t we clear things out thrice now?” he quirks his brows, “And it kinda looks like we’re about to clear the same thing for the fourth time. What’s not clear about it?” Mat kids, half laughing as he lets you punch him playfully, “I’m not kidding, Barz.” you say, clearing your throat. 

You didn’t mind for any of his double entendres but you did mind the fact that whatever’s about to happen tonight is bound to tip the scales of whatever it was that you were having with Mathew.

“Fine. Let’s talk,” he agrees. He walks towards the bed just as he began pulling his shirt off over his head to undress himself.

“Mathew!” you call him yet again, earning yourself a defensive shrug from him, “What? We’re gonna have sex either way might as well talk while we’re at it, right?” he counters, “Now, take your clothes off.”

Regardless of being annoyed at him for acting like an unreasonable child engaging in too much banter, you let out a laugh in disbelief, letting Mathew’s quirks have a hold on you. You roll your eyes out but do as you’re told and begin taking your shirt off which you then throw his way. 

Mat whistles, a smirk sprouting off his lips, evidently in awe of how good you looked half-naked, “Wow.”

You cock up a smirk and shrug to play it off, “Well, you’re not so bad yourself.” you turn the compliment back which Mat only reciprocated with a taunting wink, brushing his shoulder briefly like an idiot.

“So. How do you want to play this?” you inquire.

“Naked, I hope.” he laughs, putting his sweats off revealing nothing but his boxers on. When he sees you roll your eyes, yet again, almost wondering if you’re going to bawl it out at any moment, Mat clears his throat and decides to dial down his terrible jokes. 

“Fine. Let’s just say we’re doing ‘Friends with Benefits’ or, you know, what was that movie again?” he thinks for a second, snapping his fingers as he gathers a few romantic comedies he’s seen in the past. “No Strings Attached! The one with Natalie Portman! Yeah, that’s the one.” he marvels.

You look at him quite stunned that he’s familiar with these movies. “Wow. I thought you guys are just into full-on pornography and sports.” 

“Hey!” he retorts, defending himself at once, “I’m speaking your language, dumbass. And for the record, I don’t like porn.” with that, you let out a loud laugh accompanied by a scoff, obviously not buying any of his lies. To which Mat jumps to defend himself the moment he sees the mocking look in your eyes, “What?? Not all men likes pornography, y/n.”

With both hands on your hips, you arch your brow at him and reply with a revolting grin, “First rule, no lying. I wasn’t born last night, Barzal.”

“Fine. I don’t like it like it.” he points out just as he averts your gaze, “But I’m certainly not against it. Those girls need to make a living, y/n.” 

You meet his cocky remark with an exasperated sigh, “You’re such a pig.” 

Mat answers with a shrug, letting your judgmental glares slide, “Call me names, I don’t care. You’re the one sleeping with a pig.”

And as if it had been expected all along, it didn’t take long for the both of you to end up in bed, wearing nothing but your skin, breathing in each other’s breaths, gasping as you let yourselves let loose with the company of a friend.

Mathew marvels at the sight of your heaving chest whilst his head was wedged in between your thighs, going on endless circles as he nibbles on your clit, perhaps trying a little too hard to make you meet your high. 

What the fuck is he doing? is probably what every girl has asked herself when a man goes down on her thinking that he already got her all figured out. 

Mathew knew what he was doing to be fair. He was there. For the most part. His fingers were nothing but magic but his mouth was a different subject. It was almost as if he was overachieving something. Kind of like the way he does during plays that would eventually cause them the game. 

He’s in his head a little too much. That’s for sure. You didn’t want to ruin the moment so you decide to let it slide and put on your best suit. After all, it wasn’t the first time you had to fake your sexual orgasms. You weren’t entirely surprised though. Half of the men you’ve gone out with didn’t know shit about eating pussy. And Mat was pretty, at least he had that going on for him.

You bit your lower lip, trying to suppress the fact that you weren’t enjoying it. Mat was doing all sorts of things at once and it was all too much. Too much that you’d rather finish the job yourself than have someone licking your region like a fucking chew toy.

As much as you didn’t want to, you arch your back and let out a fake moan, curling your fingers on the sheets, the other tugging on Mat’s hair, staging the perfect scene Mat had wanted to see. He emerges from below and hovers on top of you with a proud grin on his face, oblivious of the dramatic pin you’ve successfully put into the night. 

“And that, my friend,” he smirks, “is how you do it.”

Oh, believe me, it is not. You try to smile, “Hm. It’s that easy, huh?” 

“Well, yeah. Think of it like a scrimmage.” he says as he starts to pepper kisses on your cheeks, his hands roaming around your body, compensating for what his mouth missed. “Or a shootout even.”

“I’m thinking no.” you deny, “Rule two, if talking hockey is your definition of dirty talk, you better zip it.” you stress out as you prop your leg around his waist in order for you to move on top of him. 

Mat chuckles, trying to mask how much he longed to feel your mouth envelop his member. There hasn’t been a day where the image of you sucking his length didn’t enter his mind. It didn’t matter where he was. Whether he was in the shower, on the road with the boys, leaving for practice, or just tying his skates. He wanted nothing more than to look down at you as your little tears revolt to escape your doe eyes whilst you take him whole. Indeed, it was a sight for Mathew. And god knows how much he’s willing to give just to see it again. 

You spit just as you kiss the tip of his shaft, stroking his length in a circular motion to spread your saliva on his cock before you proceed on pressing gentle kisses on his head; edging him for not letting you cum— unconsciously wanting him to know how to give a goddamn head the right way. 

You patiently went your way as you began taking him in your mouth, inching down his thickness without breaking off of his dark and lustful gaze. Mat rests his head on the headboard, his breathing growing heavy and hoarse whilst he watches his dick be consumed by your hollowing cheeks, sucking the life out of him. 

“Fuck. You’re so good.” he groans, pulling your hair with his free hand before guiding you further down his dick. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Flattered by his praises which you find undeniably hot, you pop him out of your mouth, letting all your spit drip onto it just before gathering it back once you start licking him underneath, sucking on his balls as your tongue goes on little circles, playing with it for a while before letting it go with a loud pop. 

You watch Mat lose his mind with every movement you make but you know full well not to let him come in your mouth. It’s bad enough you didn’t get to come the first time he tried tonight. You won’t have yourself seeing the light of day high and dry while Mat gets to doze off the second you leave for his door. 

You climb on top of him. Mat was rather quick to let his hands find its way to your hips, your pussy sitting on his flat stomach just enough to let him know how wet you still are for him in spite of not getting the fun you’ve wanted for your own. 

“Where’s the rubber?” you ask him. Mat props himself quickly and carefully shifts towards his bedside table. You feel him on your back, poking on your skin whilst he pulls out one of the drawers. He fishes a wrapped condom straight from the box which he then swiftly opens with his teeth, motioning for you to get off of him first so he could get settled. 

“Ready?” you ask him, “Ready.” 

Mat rolls over and secures you in between his hands resting on both sides of your head. You feel his head poking against your abdomen as he finally takes his shaft to rub it in between you far too moistened slit just before he takes the plunge and dive deep.

“So,” you struggle to find the words as Mat finally starts making up for his loss a while ago. Your fingers envelop his nape, digging on his skin as you let himself adjust inside you. Stretching you whole with barely half his dick pushing through you.  Thank god this was one of the many things Mat definitely did not suck at. 

“Wanna walk me through this whole set up?” 

Mathew groans, his chest hard against yours as he pumps inside you at a steady pace; one that was pleasurably slow. One that had you closing your eyes whilst you let your head sink into his pillows. 

Despite working his way on tending to too many things at once, with his thumb brushing on one of your nipples, his lips attached to your earlobes, and his free hand secured on your hips, Mat whispers in your ear. “It’s like what we’ve agreed on that night.” he breathes heavily, his mind trailing off to that night momentarily before he speaks again, “We’re friends.”

“And?” you whine as you feel his wet lips brush briefly on your sensitive skin just enough to send chills up your spine, making you crave more of his touch; a grave wanting kindling inside your gut like fire.

“Friends…” he repeats in between kisses, “who likes to do this.” his lips travel from the corner of your lips and onto your jaw line. He then lets himself pull away just so he could look you in the eye, all whilst maintaining both your bodies moving in sync as you follow his lead. 

“You do know that things like this almost never work, right?” you honestly say, telling him the very same thing you’ve told him when you first crossed the line and threw everything you’ve progressively built with him throughout the years of being Anthony’s best friends. 

“Almost is good enough for me.” he counters with a husky voice, feeling constrained by how tight your pussy was around him. It had been a while and Mat was going insane just by thinking about how your cunt was made exactly for him. It was absurd for him to think such a thing but he would not deny the sensation coursing through his veins as if sex had become something entirely new to him. That you have miraculously been able to paint something far better than what he’s already gotten used to for who knows how long; luring him into the worst kind of addiction he could get himself into.  And although Mathew wanted to hate himself that it had to happen with you, he knew he couldn’t. 

“Let’s not have secrets,” he suggests. You raise both your brows, quite intrigued that he requested such a thing. “We’re not that close to have secrets, Barzal.” you remind him. 

“Exactly!” he cheers, voice briefly rising as you let out a moan escape when he pushes himself deeper through your heated walls. Mat hurriedly locks your mouth with his, swallowing all your moans before continuing with his case. 

“That’s the point. We’re not that close so we shouldn’t be keeping anything from each other. You tell me everything. Good or bad, and I’ll do the same.” 

You shoot him a questioning look, pushing him briefly so you could position yourself on top of him. Your action was very much well-received on Mathew’s end and it’s amazing how he’s able to lift you close to his torso before the two of you roll over the switch-game without letting his dick slip out of you. 

“Are you saying we’re going to be in a relationship? You’re way over your head, mister.” you laugh because it was exactly what it sounded. At least for you.

Mat rolls his eyes as he takes a pillow to support his back. His hands then roamed from your thighs before settling to cage your hips to lock it with his, “First of all, bold of you to assume that’s ever gonna happen.” 

You scoff.

“Second, it’s more of a mutual agreement and definitely less than a relationship.” he points out to reiterate that having said ‘relationship’ with you was the last thing he wanted. 

Your hands take rest atop his chest as you start working on rocking your hips at a gentle pace; the kind that had Mathew at a loss for words for a moment, his body taking over his mind as your physique towers all over him. Mathew meets you halfway while you do most of the work. He angles himself forward so as to reach for your tits, his mouth latching on one of your buds, thirsty like a newborn child. Your fingers find their way to his tousled hair, its disheveled state unbelievably making him much more difficult to resist. 

The two of you worked each of your own highs whilst you rock each other’s bodies. Exchanging moans and groans thrown carelessly throughout the room. You were all over Mathew as much as he was with you. His strong and capable hands that moved so well on your body, made you crave for more. Mathew took control of the pace now, his arms embracing your waist closer to his body that no amount of spatial space could ever be perceived by either of you.

“Come for me.” Mat orders, voice almost inaudible as he was chasing his own, the moment he feels you throb rapidly around him, fluttering like butterflies while he watches you shut your eyes. Just like that, you finally reach the ecstasy you’ve been longing for the whole night; one that was specifically shut down by Mathew’s stale mouth.

You let Mat take over. He orders you to turn your back against him before he pulls you rapidly close to his front, your ass perked up close to his skin. His mouth leaves fashioned bites on your neck whilst he held you firmly by your forearm. Mathew begins pounding on you hard from behind, his sharp and abrupt movements painting bruises you know will show up the next morning. 

You were all over the place and you didn’t care. It was messy, it was loud. The sound Mathew’s lips leave on your skin, his balls banging against your pussy, your moans— his groans. Everything was off the record book but neither of you wanted to stop. 

With one final thrust, you feel his body grow all the more rigid behind you. Mathew’s hand was wrapped firmly around your neck whilst he caught his breath. 

“You good back there, bud?” you ask, chuckling. 

“Oh, shut up.” he says, finally letting you go. 

The two of you gather yourselves. Mat discards the wrapper and offers to clean up after the mess he’d made but you profusely decline. 

“I’m not your girlfriend. You don’t have to take care of me.” you tell him with a strong suit as you begin picking up your clothes. 

“I know–” he cuts himself off when he sees you getting into your pants, “Where are you going?” he questions. 

“Rule four. No staying the night.” you point out, grabbing your sweatshirt from the floor. “You come to my room, I come to yours, but that’s that. No more, no less.” you add. 

Mathew looks stunned. Obviously on board with how well you were taking things so easily. 

“Alright then, buddy.” he strides his way towards his bed still naked. 

“We don’t speak about any of this in the morning.” you warn him for you know how the three of you tend to leave the house almost at the same exact time as each other. Meaning that this new setup of yours is bound to be much difficult if you let anything slip off your hold. 

Mathew runs his fingers on his lips as if to zip it before he jumps on the bed, already reaching for his phone that was on his bedside table so he could check the gram.

You were just on your way out of his door when he called you one last time, a teasing smile creeping on his lips, “What’s rule five?”

“No funny business.” you say at once. You look at him one last time with your own teasing smile to mock him from across the room, “No strings attached.” you say, repeating how he used the movie as a reference from a while back before finally disappearing into the hall. 

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Who would have known agreeing to such a set up would mean getting laid almost every chance you get?

It had been a few weeks since you and Mat committed to your foolish escapades after sorting out your mutual agreement. Said escapades involve a handful of times of you driving over to the Coli to pick him up right after his morning skate and get off the back of your car. It wasn’t that big of a deal being that Mathew usually rides with Anthony for work. Of course, there were also times where you would call him into your office just to grab a quick lunch. On those times you always make sure to leave out at least half an hour or so before going home to avoid unnecessary suspicions from Tito and you and Mathew have been mindful so as not to let him notice anything. 

Mat had mentioned how he was already looking for a place nearer to yours and Tito’s but farther than his previous complex. The place was half an hour less than the travelling time Tito had to drive to from when they used to ride together going home. And now that you were officially friends and more than just acquaintances, Mat has asked you to come and see the place with him. 

You took a lift on your way to Mat’s and let’s just say, that for a man with a whopping 21M at his disposal, the building was grand but it wasn’t as boujee as you’ve expected. It might’ve been your lack of a better judgement but Mathew just didn’t seem to be the kind of guy who would be smart when it comes to his finances. You’ve always thought that he was the kind to splurge on things whenever he gets the chance. Although much to your surprise, just like everyone else, he was a simple man. 

You knock on the door a few times before you hear the familiar footsteps nearing the front door. 

“Hey,”  a signature grin welcomes you. He opens the door wider and invites you in. “Took you long enough.”

“Well, I had better things to do, Barzal.” you retort as you start to scan the vicinity. 

The flat had floor to ceiling windows so the surroundings were well lit. You were making your way further when you noticed a few sealed boxes laying around what you assumed to be where the living space was going to be. 

“I thought you were just looking?” you ask, brows furrowed in confusion whilst you look back at him, pointing on the storages with your thumb. 

As expected, the entire apartment was painted in white and beige tones. Pretty much like every Islander’s home you’ve been to. It was quite spacious just like his former home. That being said, spacious doesn’t necessarily mean ‘good’ sometimes. For one thing, it didn’t feel home to you. It felt like a cage with huge-ass windows overlooking a scenery you can’t even lay your hand on. You keep your thoughts to yourself, not wanting to ruin Mat’s excitement for the place. Sure enough, it’ll all come together once he gets settled. 

Mat walks towards you, taking a deep breath. “I was. But the offer was really good so I figured signing the lease right away would be a smart move.” he explains. When he sees your gaze trail off onto the boxes again, Mat feels the need to reassure you that he wasn’t going to move out of your apartment just yet. 

“I won’t be moving in for another month or two, just to be clear. Those are just some stuff I didn’t want hogging all the space at home.” he says candidly pertaining to your apartment as his home, not even realizing the weight he had tied to his words. 

You were quick to dismiss your own unsolicited thoughts and carried on with the semi-tour Mat was starting to indulge you with. “Are you sure you’re gonna live here alone? Feels like a whole penthouse up here.” you honestly say, half-laughing as you make way towards the hallway. 

“Yeah. I mean, it would be great for when the team comes over.” he says as he follows your tracks. “The penthouse is actually two floors above mine though.”

You roll your eyes at his subtle remark, “Why’d you made me come here anyway?”

And as if Mat had remembered the task he originally had in mind, he walks right past you to lead the way. “I want your opinion on something.” 

“Really? What is it?” you inquire, following after his footsteps. Mat stops and opens a door leading to what you assume is the master bedroom. Situated at the center of the fairly spacious room is a california king sized bed, waiting patiently to be slept on. 

Mat looks back at you and says, “D’you think it’s any good?” 

He lets you roam around the place, setting yourself down on the foot of the bed. “Bed’s nice actually.” you tell him and you stand at once to look more of his semi-furnished room. 

“How nice is it exactly? Like, nice to sleep on or nice to not get any at all?” you turn around, rolling your eyes at his sleazy innuendos. “You’re such a tool. You really made me come all the way here to get me tied down this bed?” 

Mat only answers with a shrug. An adorable one to be exact. “What? That’s what friends are for, y/n. Now, come on. Test the bed with me.” he says, taking your hand at once before you could even answer. He lets himself fall onto the bed as he caught your weight in his arms, your bodies dangerously close to each other, feeling your own body temperatures. 

His hands roam around your clothed physique just as he starts to cage you in a well heated kiss. Your lips dance with his, letting his tongue slip whenever he gets the chance, nibbling on your tongue as the two of you enjoy exchanging your own take on what house warming gifts are supposed to look like. 

Mat’s hands were already gripping on the curve of your ass when the sound of your and Mathew’s kisses were stopped by a sudden knock on the door. Your hand immediately trailed down from Mat’s nape to his chest, “Are you expecting someone?”, he thinks for a second, both of his hands still secured on your bottoms.

“Oh!” he gasps upon remembering who could it possibly be, “It’s probably my realtor. He’s picking some stuff up, I’ll go get it.” he says, propping himself up as a cue for you to get off of him. 

“Would you mind getting the door? I’ll be quick, I promise.” he adds, looking back at you as he steps out of the room, heading for the other side of the hallway. He speaks in an apologetic tone, feeling sorry for having to cut off the purpose of your visit. So, in an effort to let him know he had nothing to worry about, you shake your head as you finish straightening the wrinkles off your work clothes. 

“No, it’s all right, I got it.” you give him a reassuring smile.

You gladly make your way towards the door, not even bothering to look through the hole. You hand enveloped the cold metal, swinging the door wide open, leaving yourself not a chance at escape as soon as your eyes landed on those all too familiar big blue ones you’ve known all your life.

“Y/N?” a puzzled expression was all you could make out of Tito’s face. You tried stumbling for a few words in the hopes of calming your already racing heart impending to escape your chest at any moment. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks in utmost bewilderment. You were still in shock being that you’ve never lied to Anthony before since he’s the only one you’ve told everything to most of the time. Having him here, clearly unexpected, has evidently thrown you off guard.

You maintain your gaze at him and throw the same question back, “What are you doing here?”

“Mat and I are going out with Mikey and Noah for drinks.” he answers quickly so he could throw the ball your way, “You didn’t answer me. I didn’t know you knew about this place already?” he furrows his brows, looking over your shoulder to get a glimpse of his best mate. 

“Uhm. Mat called me to discuss a few things. Showed me some stuff too.” you nervously say, tip toeing on the fact that what you just told him wasn’t entirely a lie. You open the door all the way and finally let him in. Your knuckles were wrapped hard around the cold metal knob, wishing that Mat would come out to the room to save your ass. 

You must have gotten on a wrong foot and told Tito a lie that’s bound to invite more suspecting queries.

“Really? What stuff?” 

His bed, where he was just about to defile me on. 

Thankfully, Mat walks out the open room holding an envelope in his hand, immediately halting his tracks the moment he sees Anthony looking straight at him. 

“Beau! What–” he tries to remain composed, but you know Tito would definitely pick up on something just by how pale Mat’s face was. Dead and cold like someone who had seen a ghost for the first time. 

“What— am I doing here?” Anthony finishes Mat’s question just as he turns his gaze back at you. You try to avert his gaze but you figured it’s best not to. You need to go before him strong and level headed. The last thing you and Mathew want is to get caught in the act by no other than the last person you want to know about it. 

“What?” He laughs, brushing Tito’s biting tone off. “I know why you’re here, silly.” he tries to search in his head momentarily, but when he takes long enough, Tito answers it for him. “Drinks, man. You texted me for drinks.”

“Oh– yeah, no. I knew that.” he breathes out an uneasy laugh. 

“Why is Y/N here? I didn’t know you guys hung out? The last time I checked you can’t even last in the same room without slashing each other’s throats.” he smirks.

Surprisingly, Mat was fast enough to come up with quite a clever way to sway Anthony from his inkling suspicions. One that made sense, but not necessarily helpful in your end. “Psh. That?” Mat throws a hand towards your way, dismissing your presence in his unfurnished apartment, “She told me she needs money so I hired her to move my boxes for me. She even insisted on listing all the stuff I’ll eventually get rid of online.” 

Anthony looks back at you, surprised that you didn’t go and asked for his help instead. “How much do you pay her?” he asks Mat again. 

“Uh, five… ten bucks?” Mat scratches the back of his head and your face immediately falls to your palm. 

“Ten?” he questions, glancing at you. “Don’t you have your own office and a secretary? What do you need the ten bucks for?” Tito’s tone was now getting more curious and Mat, just like he always was, was dumb enough to forget you were earning more than just ten bucks for a living. 

“Did I say ten? I meant fifty— per hour.” Mathew takes it back instantly, following it with a lie that involves you asking him for a job because your publisher ordered you to for a book she wants you to sign for. Not that any of it made sense but at least Anthony seemed to have bought it. When you agree, Mat immediately takes Anthony in his arms as he guides him out to the door, snatching his coat resting atop his kitchen island. 

Mat looks over to you once more, both of their bodies already at the other side of the door, “You did great today, y/n. I’ll write you a check in the morning!” he says pushing Tito, who was still asking questions, farther from the door. 

Before Mathew disappears, he looks at you with his big doe eyes already thanking you for going along such a stupid make-up excuse. You roll your eyes as you watch him mouth a quiet ‘Sorry’, flashing his ever so gorgeous smile before him and Tito finally went on their way.  

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You’ve gotten used to how lazy Mat and Tito are during their off days. They would rather stay at home and play endless video games with each other than spending it with something less dumb than their stupid Xbox. Luckily, today wasn’t like those days because you happened to have your free day as well. You all agreed to spend the evening binging the entire Fast and Furious franchise. 

The three of you were cramped on the cloud couch. To put it in simply, you were sandwiched between two huge hockey players. Your back was leaning on Tito’s strong shoulders as it was laying just above your head. The huge bowl of half-eaten popcorn safely sits in between your middle, hugged by your stomach and your curled up legs, your sock-covered feet brushing against Mat’s thighs innocently. Almost as innocent as how you ignore Mathew’s hands creeping underneath the thick wool covering your body. 

Alarmed at how dangerously close Mat’s creeping palm was to your inner thigh, you shot him a warning look which was, as expected, answered by a defensive, and seemingly harmless “What?” look on his face. You roll your eyes, cautious as to not make any sharp movements for the benefit of Tito. You shift your position, angling your body away from Mathew and towards the direction of the screen instead. You let your body sink in your best friend’s shoulder, clueless that your movement had just given Mat the exact opening he was hoping for. 

With wide eyes, you give Mat’s thigh a firm nudge as carefully as you can, “Are you being serious right now?” you mouthed. Mat stifles a smirk and moves his hand away, keeping it to himself. You try turning your attention back to the television but somehow, Mathew’s actions left your mind wondering what he was about to do next. 

Gently, you stir back to your original position, propping yourself from leaning against Tito. 

“Hey, could you please fill this up for me?” you ask him nicely. Thankfully, Anthony reaches out for the bowl without letting his eyes break off the screen. “Thanks, Beau.” you add the moment he starts walking towards the kitchen. 

“Why’d you stop?” you cautiously whisper, asking Mathew who was surprised by your sudden inquiry.

“I thought you didn’t want me to.” he answers on the same level of your tone, putting his hand back on your shin. The warmth of his palm sends a familiar sensation down your region.

Looking back at the archway leading to the kitchen, you quietly tell him, “I asked if you’re being serious. I never said no.” 

Your candidness was met by Mathew’s widening smile, incapable of stopping himself from biting his lower lip, finding your bluntness quite adorable. “Be quiet.” he mutters as he clears his throat, eyeing Tito who was just returning from the kitchen holding a bowl full of popcorn fresh from the microwave. 

“Thank you.” you say the moment Anthony hands you the bowl. You scootch over, making you a lot closer to Mat. Tito places his arm back over the couch, allowing extra space for you. Once you got yourself in a position comfortable enough to last for the remaining half of the movie, your mind flies away, briefly forgetting the exchange you and Mathew just had. 

It was not even a full minute when you feel Mat’s very much capable hand start creeping underneath the thick cloth again. You swallow a giant lump in your throat, your senses already heightened just by the mere contact of his rough and calloused hand on your skin. 

You were wearing a pair of sweat shorts, the kind that were loose enough to let Mat maneuver his way deeper down your thighs so effortlessly. You steal quick glances towards his way but to no avail, Mat’s eyes were nowhere else other than the screen. His fingers, however, told quite a different story. 

You did the exact thing as him and put your sole focus on the movie. The sound of Anthony’s breathing was a good reminder to not let anything slip off of you unconsciously, especially now that Mat’s long fingers were inching its way to the thin fabric covered by your night wear. 

Mat begins to brush his middle finger over your delicates. You bury a part of your face underneath the thick cloth whilst your eyes are still pinned on the screen. The scene where Dom goes rogue plays and the light of the television flashes before your eyes. 

You tried to listen to Tito when he tells you about that time you went to the movies to see the film, trying to space out from Mat’s finger drawing idle circles on the thin fabric of your underwear, easing you just right, evidently taking his time fondling in between your clothed lips.

When he feels your moistness on his skin, Mat sophisticatedly slides a finger in your underwear just so he could feel the wetness of your folds. 

You on the one hand, keep your face hidden under the only light flashing from the screen. You manage to choke down your whimpers and instead lean your force towards the bowl you’re holding. However, you fail to stifle a gasp when Mat slides a finger inside you, making you stir just enough to stop your sudden movement from being unnoticed by Beauvillier. 

“You okay?” he asks, a concerned tone embracing his voice. You meekly nod, saying that you were just too caught up watching the film. He then takes his attention back, pretty much like the grinning Mathew sitting on the other end. 

You shoot a knowing look when you meet Mat’s irises. He casually plays it off just as he remains busy on his own, his fingers curling inside you with ease, pumping in and out at a slow pace, not wanting to let any of his movements show on the surface of your blanket. As Mat continues pleasuring you, you gather all your strength to stay still and calm your breathing. To no prevail however, knowing how good of a fucker Mat was, you knew you won’t be able to hold it in longer than you’re supposed to. 

Your heart almost beats right out your chest when Anthony’s phone starts to ring. You prop yourself up, causing Mat’s finger to do just the same inside you. You shut your eyes at the feeling and chose to clear your throat. 

Anthony takes his phone and looks at the two of you, “I need to take this. Just watch the movie without me.” he says, already standing to head for the balcony at the other side of the room. You sigh in relief, letting yourself fall back on where Tito used to sit, allowing more space for Mat’s miraculous fingers. 

He adjusts his seat, cautiously looking back after Tito’s track just to make sure he was no longer near the two of you. He looks at you, attention faltering from the screen as he slides another finger inside you. 

“Don’t make a sound. Stay still.” he orders, pumping his way in just as he glides his thumb to massage your clit. Your hand takes rest on your forehead, your eyes closed at every pleasure thrown your way, almost forgetting that you were holding a bowl full of finger food on your stomach. Mat must’ve caught on and ensured no unnecessary noises would make Anthony come back just yet when he takes the bowl off your middle to set it down the coffee table. 

“Fucking hell, Mat.” you can’t help but moan, arching your back once you feel your arousal come close. 

“Do it, y/n. Come on my fingers.” he growls in a low register, moving his way into hitting the spot at just the right speed, not wanting to prolong your misery any longer. 

You reach for his hands, your grip on him tighter than ever. Mat feels you come around his finger, eyes pinned on your spent up state harder than it was when the two of you were still watching the movie. When he feels your pulsating core starts to die down, he slips his fingers out your slit, eventually taking it in his mouth to suck your far too addicting juices.

You fix yourself up, eyeing Tito who had just ended his call. Mat looks at you, quite proud of himself.

“At least your fingers make up for what that pretty mouth can’t.” you say with a taunting smirk before standing up to get yourself a glass of water just as Beau finally comes back from the balcony, leaving Mathew with his mouth slightly agape and without a doubt dumbfounded.

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It was an hour before midnight but the house was already asleep. The boys had to call the night early because of the morning practice they have first thing tomorrow. But you still had some energy left so you figured drawing yourself a calming bath would help soothe your mind and maybe even up the chances of having yourself a well-deserved good night’s sleep. 

Now that you’re feeling better and getting ready for bed, your bathrobe hugs your body whilst you finish off your night routine so you could finally dip into the comfort of your sheets, the cream white duvet calling onto you as you picture yourself dozing off for the night. 

The strides you were just making out of your bathroom were put into a stop by how your door sprung open wildly, revealing one troubled Mathew Barzal entering your room almost a little too carelessly. 

“What the hell did you mean my mouth can’t?!” he questions at once, hissing. When he realizes the sudden rise in his voice, (which has also startled you in the process), Mathew immediately looks back just to make sure that Anthony was in his room, or far enough to hear. He shuts the door behind him before he finally turns his attention back to you. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” you ask him, putting both your hands on your hips, your body covered by nothing else but a bathrobe. 

“The thing you said back in the living room, my mouth can’t what? What the hell did that suppose to mean??” Mat roars like a child’s impending tantrum was about to come. You avert his gaze for a moment, scratching your temple. You couldn’t believe something you’ve said stuck to him. Not that he’d ever do anything about it. Something you most absolutely doubt. 

“If you had to come here to ask me that, I’m pretty sure you already got what I meant.” you say, walking towards your bed as you get the bottle of your vanilla scented lotion from your bedside table. 

“But all those times it looked like you were having a good time?” he speaks, voice in a lower register as if he was talking to himself all along. 

“I was faking it Mat.” you finish off applying lotion on your legs, spreading the remaining on your hands. You met Mat’s gaze and saw that you might’ve tipped him off a little for there was a faint hurt in his eyes. 

“You were faking it?” he repeats in a quiet voice.

“You’re still good in bed, buddy.” you assure him with a smile yet to no prevail, Mat didn’t seem to buy any of what you said thinking that it was just a decent effort to save his ego already plummeting to the pit of his own embarrassment. 

“How many times have you been faking it?” he asks the moment he gathers his thoughts, his mind circling on the fact that all throughout this time he wasn’t able to get you off.

“You’ve only had the chance to do it twice. So… just those two.” you answer honestly. 

Mathew, who was utterly clueless to what was going on didn’t know how to react to such bluntness. He tried to mutter a few words but he was speechless. All this time, he thought he was good at something he obviously wasn’t. And being told something as morally immobilizing as that shocks him to his very core. The horror of all the girls he’s slept with, walking out of his apartment unsatisfied befalls on him. 

“You should’ve told me, otherwise this whole setup won’t make any sense, y/n. I thought you said we shouldn’t lie?” he questions, evidently disappointed in himself. 

“Look,” you stop, tapping on the side of the bed to have a proper conversation. When Mat finally sits beside you, you continue, “I didn’t think it mattered. And no offense but we both know you’re such a sore loser. I didn’t know how you would react. And I definitely didn’t want to deal with any of the messy stuff just to feed your ego.”

“For your information, I’m a thick faced motherfucker, you should’ve known that by now. This thing between us is going to be complicated if you’ll tiptoe your way around it just to spare my feelings.” he says with certainty, a definitive tone accentuated by how intense he was now looking at your face, still glowing from your night care routine. 

“Is there something I don’t do?” he adds, “Or is it something that I should stop doing?”

“Fine. If you really wanna talk about this I’ll tell you.” you angle yourself facing him and Mat does the same, “You’re not entirely bad. You do know your way around. It’s just that— you’re trying a little too hard and it gets really overwhelming at times. And mind you, it isn’t even the good kind,”

“Show me.” Mat cuts you before you could grab the chance to continue, stopping you mid sentence, causing you to stumble on a few words. “What?” 

“I won’t leave this room knowing I can’t get you off.” he says, and just like that, Mathew meets your lips with an all too hungry mouth eager to make you come for him even if it takes having to have endless runs at it. 

Your body achingly responds to every bit of Mathew’s kisses whilst you let him run the course. His touches are tantalizing, urging you to come near him. He takes you in his arms, one fondling on your robe to pull it free from your body, the other tugging lightly on your hair just as he begins to move his weight on top of you.

“Tell me what you want.” Mat breathes the moment he breaks away, his mouth now travelling down the skin where your shoulder meets your neck, leaving faint bites, nibbling on it just before he makes his way down to fondle on your breasts. 

You answer him with a muffled moan when he takes your lips yet again. Mat’s irises unwaveringly gazes on your buck nakedness, your scent just enough to take over his senses. You feel the roughness of his hands graze all over your skin. Pinching on one of your buds just before it travels down your thighs, staying out of the place where he knew you needed him most. You feel him in every inch of your skin but there.

But just as you want him more, Mat purposely leaves it out of his hold. You begin to realize how much you must’ve underestimated what this forward could do. His hands were everything and you couldn’t even put into words how much you need him down there. 

“Mat…” you call out his name, groaning. His featherlight touches flowed smoothly on your inner thigh, grazing just your lips but even that was more than enough to tell him how wet you already were for him. 

He begins to leave wet kisses in between your breasts down to your stomach. Kisses that eventually made their way to your thighs as he inched his way to your core, the sloppy noise he makes sounds so beautiful in your ears. You look down on Mat trying to compose yourself under all the breathing he’s subtly passing your middle. 

“What do you want?” Mat asks again, this time his doe eyes meeting yours, clouded with lust and desire. You buck your hips upward in an effort to meet his mouth but Mat was rather quick to put you back in your place when he cages your hips with his capable arm. 

“Use your words, y/n.” he orders, one that has effortlessly made you oblige. You wanted to feel him more than anything else and if that meant submitting to Mat this time, you know full well you’d gladly break before him. 

“I want you to get me off.” you surrender, signaling him to take the plunge. Once he did, you let out a whimper at his touch, almost forgetting that Mathew was probably doing this so he could eat out his future girl right.

“Don’t rush.” you breathed as you guided him, “Stay slow and steady.” 

Mathew’s eyes never left yours even when you had to look away when you let your head fall back on your sheets with how well he was moving with everything you say. 

“Mathew…” you moan, reaching for his hair to take him closer to your throbbing core, “Go on circles, please.” 

Mat was obedient and followed your every command. Unlike the times he’s spent trying to pleasure you with his mouth, tonight was a time where he actually listened and gave you exactly what you wanted, exactly how you want it.

Mat didn’t have to do anything else for when he started to slip into your cunt and fuck you with his tongue, you going insane was more than enough to let him know that he was doing it right. He watched you fall before him, your chest heaving, your breathing rapid as if there wasn’t enough air for you to breathe. He entwines both his fingers atop your abdomen, the sound of you calling his name like a prayer doing all kinds of wonders on his end. 

You meet his eyes yet again just to see that it never left. Mat looked at you darker than ever before and for once, you feel a firm tug in your stomach you just weren’t ready to acknowledge and care for. As he takes time with his final strokes, knowing that you were close, Mat pulls away, thinking about the one thing he knows will redeem himself. 

“Turn around.” he orders with a grim voice. You were in dire need of an orgasm to even care about how he’s the one ordering you. You gladly oblige to his every whim and turned to your belly, your ass perked up so perfectly for him.

He lets your robe fall just above your back, revealing more of your skin for him to enjoy. He takes no second to waste and kneels before your already swollen pussy. Needy and very much heated for him.

Mat’s hands spread your cheeks before he takes you in his mouth once again, letting himself drown in your juices glinting under his all too heavy gaze. 

“Oh, god.” you whine, feeling Mat’s grin behind you as you dig into your sheets while your legs begin to shake at your incoming orgasm. “Mat, please.” you call out in a whimper, pushing your ass back further his face. 

Mat gladly takes the challenge but maintains at the pace you wanted. As he feels your pussy flutter in his mouth, he deepens it into yours to finally pour you with nothing else but ecstasy and ecstasy alone.

His face was filled with nothing but your juices once he pulled away, leaving you breathless and still caught up on meeting your high. He stands, a hand gripping on one of your cheeks whilst he admires the art that is: your all too spent pussy.

“Next time you lie, you won’t get to fake it at all.” he warns with a firm yet definitive voice masked as a taunting remark. 

Mat looks at your still throbbing pussy, eyes lustful and dark. As much as he craved for the inkling fire resting in his loins, it was already past midnight and he had self-discipline stronger than anyone else’s. He couldn’t afford any more scolding from Anders the next morning. 

So, even when he wanted nothing but to fuck you right then and there, he lets his hand send a message he certainly wants you to remember instead. One that has left a faint yet stinging mark on your skin. Your legs were practically still wobbling when he finally leaves for the door, this time fueled with the purpose of being the one leaving you dumbfounded in your own post-orgasm shame.

Perhaps, even wanting and more.

[santigarcia]

Electric Plug 🔌

Human Touch Part Seven

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

word count: 4.5k

rating: M for smut, dirty talk, slight mentions of violence and cheating (pls don’t read unless ur 18+!)

summary: You go see Nathan after his accident, and an old flame rekindles. 

a/n: thank you all so much for reading this series! let me know what yall think! thank you to @punkpascal​ and @sergeantkane​​ as always!!

You call the hospital, pleading with them to give you information if he’s ok. But all you hear is a loud click. This is the only time that Nathan’s fame bothers you. It makes you sick to think that people want to know if he’s ok for their gossip mags. You feel guilt, and that gnawing raw feeling deep in your gut that only he gave you.

For the next few weeks, you keep tabs on him. Your wedding is in less than a month, and you’ve spent more time stalking the internet for info on your ex than you have with your own wedding. But all the work is being done for you. Jack seems to be more involved in it than you.

All you can think about is Nathan. You suppose that’s a bad thing, right before your wedding. But you want to know he’s alright. He could have died thinking you hate him. And while you did for some time, you don’t anymore. If you’re being totally honest you kind of hated him even when you were together. He drove you insane sometimes, but you miss that.

As soon as you get the word Nathan has been sent home, you call your cousin up.

“Aren’t you getting married in a week?”

Yes, yes you are. But you need to see him. You tell her that you need to get a way for just a day or two, that the stress of the wedding is too much. She agrees to let you come up, and you plan to fly back to the states together.

It’s been so long since you got lost and showed up soaking wet at Nathan’s door. This time, you dress for the occasion. Your best little black dress. Sleek heels. You do your hair, makeup, and wear the perfume that used to drive him wild. You’re not entirely sure why you do this, but deep down you know. You just won’t admit it. You want him to admit he fucked up. You want him to want you back.

So, when you knock on his door, you yourself feel a little thrill. But the nerves hit. You haven’t spoken to him in at least two years, and neither of you got closure from the situation. You’re about to reopen a wound that’s barely healed.

Or maybe not – he’s not answering the door.

You start to bang on it, you know he’s home. The lights are on.

“Nathan! Open up!”

When the door finally opens, you’re greeted with Nathan, his face one of surprise, but it quickly turns to a scowl.

”I know I am the last person you want to see right now but-“

“What? What do you want?” he cuts you off. You think of all the things you want to tell him. To ask him. You want to apologize; you want him to apologize. You want to know if he’s ok. But that’s not what comes out.

“Ok I know things ended badly, but I'm getting married next week and-“ you grab him and kiss him deeply. Your tongue delves into his mouth, and he quickly deepens the kiss himself. “I need you.” You tell him, you’re breathless.

“You’re gonna regret this, baby,” he grabs your ass and pulls you to him, and somehow manages to close the door behind you both.

“Make me regret it,” you moan into him. Damn, you’ve missed this. This is the raw passion you’ve been missing. His strong arms hold you tight and he backs you into a wall. His hands are on your dress, already quick to hike it up over your hips.

With the quirk of a brow, he looks at you when he sees you’re without underwear. Ok, maybe this is what you wanted.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you, baby.” He sucks on your neck as he wraps your legs around his waist. His teeth almost hurt, but it’s a good pain, you wouldn’t trade it for anything. “You shouldn’t even be near here. Near me.”

“Please, I’m begging you,” you whine. You didn’t mean to sound this desperate but now that his hands and mouth are on you it just comes out. You claw at his shirt, wanting him to take it off. You need his skin on yours. He pulls back to tug it off, and in the process, he rips your dress open. This frees your bare chest, and he grabs your tits with a fiery aggression. He squeezes them and bites on your shoulder.

His chest is heaving, and the truth spills out.

“I missed you so fuckin’ much, you know that? No one takes my cock quite as well as you do.”

You hate that he’s right, and it only makes you wetter for him.

“No one gives it like you do,” you tell him, moaning trying to get him to push himself inside. You’re desperate, aching.

“Damn right.” He lightly smacks your clit, and you cry out. “I’m the only one who fucks this pussy right.”

“Please!” you buck your hips trying to urge him on. “I need you!”

He finally gives you what you want and thrusts into you hard. He fills you so well, and you choke out a gasp. He’s so proud of himself, he can’t let this moment slip by.

“Oh, you always take me so well kitten,” he grunts shifting his position and hitting you deeper. “This is my pussy, isn’t it? You love it when I fuck this tight pussy? Say it.”

“Nathan!” you dig your nails into his back, and he buries his face into your neck.

“Say it.”

“I love it when you fuck this tight pussy!” you scream as he rubs his thumb over your clit. He’s giving it hard, but you need it. You need all of him. And he fuckin’ knows it.

“Yeah, I can tell how much you love it,” he growls. “You love having my big cock inside you, don’t you? I bet your little fuck toy fiancé can’t fill you nearly as well as I do, does he?”

“No,” you gasp, “only you. I belong to you.”

“Good girl, fuck!” his head falls on your shoulder, he rubs your clit harder to match his heavy thrusts. “I want you to come for me and show me just how good you can be. Okay kitten?”

You whine and claw at him, “I’m so close, please! Let me come!”

“Do it. Come all over my fucking cock.”

With the sound of his voice and the press of his thumb, you find your release. It’s white hot and intense, and your lower back cramps from the intensity of your squeezing around him. You gasp for air and grunt while he still pushes into you. He’s chasing his high and you want him to hit it.

“FUCK! Fuck, can I come inside you?” his voice is full of need, he’s not above begging to fill you up.

“Do it,” you say back to him. “I want all of you.” And that’s the truth.

“Fuck, fuck. That’s it. Oohhh. Oh shit, you take my cum so well,” he chuckles and kisses your cheek. Your bodies still but your chests heave together.

“He doesn't - not like this.” In fact, he’s never given you such pleasure. It’s only ever about him.

“Poor baby, you’ve been neglected, haven’t you?” He smirks kissing you again. “Your thin dick fiancé can’t take care of you properly, hmm?”

“Nathan you wouldn't believe, he- he just doesn't- You know exactly what to do to get me soaked,” you sigh and flutter around him when he pulls out.

“I know you. More than just sexually.”

You nod, he truly does.

“Fuck we made a mess,” he grins and sets you down on the floor. Your knees tremble and your dress is torn around your waist. Nathan’s slick is sliding down your thighs. “Come on,” he hands you his shirt off the floor, and he pulls your torn-to-shreds dress off your body.

You follow him down the familiar maze of his home into your bedroom. You sit down on the bed and he disappears into the bathroom. He returns with a rag to clean you up, and when he’s finished, he lays down beside you. He curls up close to you and kisses your neck before he gets settled.

It’s quiet for a while. You just hold each other in silence. It’s nice. A still moment with him is what you’ve been missing.

He breaks the silence with a sigh, then comes the question you’ve been waiting for.

”Do… do you love him?”

Tears well up in your eyes, and you feel your chest tighten. Nathan’s calm, but you know he’s dying for an answer.

“I- I don't know anymore. I started dating him after we broke up because well, he wasn't you. And now that's- that's the problem. He's safe.  But he’s boring. And he only cares about himself.”

It’s as if you’re just now realizing what you’ve known all along.

“Don’t marry him.” It’s not a plea, it’s not a demand. It’s a casual statement. But when he buries his face in your neck that tells you how he really feels. “I know we didn’t part on the best of terms, but… fuck, I’ve missed you.”

“Really? I- I mean I know we just angry fucked – But I thought you would never wanna see me again. Especially after what I did to you. We both did stupid things.”

“Baby I missed you the whole time. Didn’t you know? I was angry and scared because I was in love with you and it just seemed better to let you go then to end up hurting you.” He sighs pulling you in closer, his lips press softly into your skin. “But then cuz I was an asshole I hurt you and pushed you out.”

“I know, I think I always knew.”

“And he’s cheating on you anyways.”

“What?”

“Oh shit, that’s right. You never saw the texts. I told you everything.”

You sit up and look down at him laying in the bed. He’s so gorgeous, it’s as if you’ve forgotten. You’re still that girl with a crush on him.

“I ignored the texts cuz I was mad at you over the AI. He’s really cheating on me?”

“I know,” he smiles sadly. “I’m onto new tech now though. Smart Home Devices. But yeah, shit baby, I’m sorry I had to be the one to tell you. I stalked him online,” he clears his throat. “You know-“

“Cuz you were jealous,” you giggle and lean down to kiss the grey spot on his head.

“Ok, yeah fuck it I was. I wanted to see who I lost you to. But then it was pretty obvious he was cheating, and I tried to let you know, but you never answered.”

“I’m sorry about that, by the way. For not answering.”

“I’m sorry I did all that behind your back.”

“It’s just- if I had been here,” you start to sniffle. You look down at the scar on his chest, and it makes your heart pound. “What if something had happened, and I never got to tell you…” you wipe your tears on your sleeve. “Are you okay?” You reach out and touch the scar on his chest. His skin chills from your touch, but he’s still, he lets you touch him.

“I’m not okay without you. But yeah, I’m fine. Couple scars.”

“And what did you mean earlier? When you said you were in love with me? Was? Does this mean you aren't in love with me anymore? What am I even doing here? I don't know what to do anymore. Everyone has been making decisions for me. No one cares about what I want.”

“Hey, easy kitten.” That familiar nickname. “No, I… I’m still in love with you.” He sits up to cup your face, forcing you to look at him. “I want you to choose. if you want to stay… I want to be better for you. But I want you to make the choice yourself.”

“Nathan, I- the fact that you want me to choose is making me want to stay.”

“Then stay,” he strokes your cheek with his thumb. “But only if it’s what you think is best for you.”

“You're what's best for me, no one has cared for me like you do. And no one gets under my skin like you do either,” you lean up to kiss his lips. “Listen to me right now Nathan. If I do this, if I call off that wedding, you have to promise me right now some changes will be made around here. For both of us.”

“I promise. I swear. Name it and it’s done.”

“I'm not telling you to stop drinking, but go easy ok? You scare me sometimes when you overdo it.”

“Done. Truth be told, if I have you, I won’t really need to drink. Being with you… it quiets my mind. What else?”

“I wanna be the only one. If you need to, I don't know, fuck one of the AI’s for some science thing that's fine, just tell me about it and don’t lie to me. But if it's for you to blow off steam? Come get me. Ok?”

“You’re the only pussy I want, I promise. And I’m done with them. Could never get them wet and warm like you,” he winks and pulls you into his arms. “You’re all I need.”

“And last thing….I need you to help me think of a way to tell my family and my fiancé this whole thing is off,” you wince at the thought. Either way you’re breaking it off with Jack because he’s cheating but bringing Nathan back after having just slept with him means you cheated too. “Because I technically cheated on him with you,” you say aloud.

“Nah, kitten. You decided it was over with him the moment you came out here. Fuck having cold feet, you were done.”

“You’re right,” you sigh, you couldn’t admit it to yourself, but he sees right through you. He always has.

“I know,” he grins.

“Ugh you ass,” you shove his chest.

“Ow, my scar!” he flops back dramatically on the bed. You play along and kiss all over his face.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

“I’m not. What if you had gotten hurt? I’d never forgive myself. I was already a damn mess after you left.”

You can’t curl into him any closer, but it doesn’t stop you from trying. His warmth is so comforting. The smell of his soap on his skin. The expensive beard oil. You’ve missed rubbing that into his beard. Everything about being close to him reminds you that this is right, this is what you want. He is who you want.

“What about the wedding? It’s next week,” you sigh. The thought fills you with dread having to cancel everything.

“What if you went through with it? And then I come in and crash the wedding,” he chuckles. “Always wanted to crash a wedding.”

“Wait, that’s not a bad idea,” you giggle.

“We can do anything you want, baby. Hell, I’ll crash your wedding and be your groom if you want.”

“Did you- did you just say what I thought you said?” you sit up to look at him, you want to read the expression on his face. His eyes are serious, but there’s a slight smile on his lips, he nibbles on his lip.

“If you wanted. I know we’ve never talked about that, but… I’d like to. I wouldn’t mind getting hitched,” he shrugs, but you know he means it.

“I thought you didn’t believe in marriage,” you feel tears welling up in your eyes. This changes everything.

“People assume that,” he chuckles sitting up, his hands rub your thighs. “I’m not opposed. And if it would make you happy, then why the hell not?”

“I want that more than anything!” you lean forward to kiss him, and he leans back pulling you with him. His thumb strokes your back while you kiss his cheeks and lips.

“Then let’s get married. I wanna make you Mrs. Bateman,” he hums kissing you and he squeezes your hip.

“You’re gonna hate Jack,” you laugh realizing they’ll have to meet at some point.

“He’ll hate me when he realizes I’m stealing his fiancé.”

“I can’t believe I was going to marry him. I felt like I had to. I was mad at you, and I thought that would be my way to get back at you by saying yes, even though I felt pressured. I don't know what made me come back here to you, but I'll spend the rest of my life glad I did.”

“You came back because I’m irresistible,” he gives you a playful look. “I’m glad you came. I’m so glad you’re back. I want you to make your own decisions, so… I really hope you don’t feel like you have to marry me.”

“No, I want to. I want to marry you. I want you in my life. You respect me enough to make my own decisions. And you know where my g-spot is.”

He snorts out a laugh, “Ahhh, yes, my primary function as your future husband. Honestly wouldn’t mind if you just used me like a glorified sex toy. That’d probably be hot.”

You smile and kiss him again. You can’t seem to stop, and you don’t want to. He wraps his arms around you and your legs tangle between the sheets. He pushes into you slowly, your bodies mold together and it’s everything you could want.

“I can’t wait to crash your wedding,” he muses. You laugh imaging the chaos.

“You can’t wait to make a scene, can you?”

“Kitten, I am the scene.”

“What am I getting myself into?” you laugh.

You fall asleep in his arms that night and leaving his warmth the next morning is one of the hardest things you do.

“It’s just a few more days kitten,” he reassures you. And you know that but having him and then leaving is worse than you could have imagined.

Now you have to go back and pretend you’re excited to marry Jack. The excitement part is easy, you are excited about getting married, just not to Jack. You almost feel guilty, living this lie. But then you remember Jack has been cheating on you this entire time.

You went back and read the texts Nathan sent you on your flight home. Some of them broke your heart. Some of them were genuinely funny and he was trying to make you laugh. Anger burned in you when you found the texts about Jack. It was plain as day and you felt stupid, you’d missed it. You know all these women and it makes so much sense. There’d be nights when he was gone and had no excuse to be out of the house.

You don’t blame Nathan for fucking one of his AI’s. He was stressed and overwhelmed with love for you he panicked. Sure, it was a dick move, and he wasn’t thinking straight. But he knew it was wrong and apologized for it. Over and over. He’d tell you later that after you left, he couldn’t get off like he could when he was with you. The AI fucking was over, and after one almost killed him, he gave it up.

But Jack is flat out cheating on you and has been lying about it for years. He had the nerve to propose to you while he had women on the side. You feel so stupid.

You’re out of it during the rehearsal dinner. You pay attention to nothing during the actual rehearsal. Nathan is going to be there tomorrow and break it all up. You feel those butterflies thinking about him coming to save you.

He’s nervous. He’s barely talked to you, but you know why. This is a big change for him, but one he’s ready to embrace. He’s not one to back down from a challenge.

You wake up the day of your wedding with a text from Nathan. All it says is “good morning.”

If there was any doubt he wouldn’t show up, this blew them all away. He’ll be there.

You just don’t know when.

It changes everything. When you put on your dress, all your bridesmaids and family comment on how you’re glowing and radiant. You got this dress with Nathan in mind, you can’t wait for him to see you in it.

There’s a tremble in your step as you’re escorted down the aisle. No one knows the secret you’re hiding.

It’s at this moment you start to get anxious. You don’t know when he’ll interrupt. What if he backs out and you have to leave Jack in the middle of the ceremony?

Jack takes your hands; your heartbeat is rapid and sweat is on your palms. This isn’t the man you want, and it’s taking all of your willpower to not turn and look for Nathan.

The minister opens his mouth to speak when you hear a loud “STOP.”

Everyone else turns with shock to see Nathan at the end of the aisle, but you- you’re beaming, and tears fall down your cheeks.

His expression is soft, his eyes look like they’re about to spill over with tears. You’ve never seen him look so handsome. His beard is trimmed, he’s in tight grey slacks and a crisp white dress shirt. The sleeves are rolled up on his forearms, and you want to eat him alive he looks so good.

You waste no time running down the aisle to him. His arms open ready to catch you in a hug when you leap for him. He chuckles when your bodies touch- the air knocked out of him.

“Hey gorgeous,” he kisses your cheek. “You ready?” he asks stroking your cheek softly.

You nod and he takes your hand.

“Don’t look back.”

You take his hand; he squeezes it tight and you walk out front where a sleek black car is waiting for you. It takes you into town to the justice of the peace. The two of you thought this was simpler – and more appropriate than crashing a wedding and taking it over for your own. And as much as Nathan likes to make a scene, a smaller ceremony is more his speed.

“You look beautiful,” he tells you as you walk inside. He can’t take his eyes off you.

“Just don’t rip this one in half,” you snort out a laugh taking his arm.

“Baby, I’ll buy you a new one,” he pretends to pout.

When you reach the office, you gasp to see a handful of your immediate family standing there waiting for you.

“How did you-“ you gape looking around at them all.

“Called your family ahead of time,” Nathan shrugs. “Consider it one of my many wedding gifts to you baby.”

You marry him there in that little office. His warm hands cup your cheeks when he pulls you in for a kiss. He cries. It’s exactly the kind of wedding you pictured with him. No mess. No fuss.

But you take full advantage of the reception. Everyone else is there and is happy to welcome you. You’re glad for it because you finally get some good quality pictures of you and Nathan together.

He indulges you in all the little wedding reception traditions. He feeds you a bite of cake, and maybe kisses you a little too dirty for that crowd, but you can’t be bothered to care.

The best surprise of the night is when he pulls you on the dancefloor. His arms wrapped tight around you as you sway together.

“Where do you want to go on our honeymoon?” he asks you. “Anywhere you want to go. Name it.”

“Anywhere there’s a bed,” you giggle. You lay your head on his shoulder and breathe deeply. This is where you’re meant to be.

Your dance ends when the DJ starts to play a funky disco song. And it’s all Nathan can do not to start dancing right away. You burst out laughing and let him go. He dances all around you while tears of laughter stream down your face. A little crowd has gathered around watching him and he doesn’t even see them, only you.

He takes a bow when that song ends, and you can’t remember the last time you’ve laughed that hard.

The moment turns when a very drunk Jack walks in.

“Oh no,” you grab Nathan’s arm. He pushes you behind him when Jack makes his way towards the two of you. His speech is slurred, and his hair is a mess.

“So, this is who you left me for?” he looks Nathan up and down. Nathan’s jaw is ticked in anger, but he doesn’t want to waste his time on him.

“You were cheating on me, anyway, why do you care?” you shake your head. You’re still so angry at him.

“So? Didn’t you say he was too?” he jabbed a finger onto Nathan’s chest. He brushed him off and breathed out his nose like an angry bull ready to charge.

“It was a mistake dude, and I regret it every fuckin’ day.”

“Did she tell you? She called me Nathan in bed? How I had to live with the reminder of you?”

“Oh, so cheating makes it better?” Nathan’s blood pressure was beginning to rise.

“Well, I needed to get pussy from somewhere, since she wasn’t putting out-“ Jack could barely finish his sentence before Nathan’s fist collided with his nose – breaking it.

Jack leaned back holding his bloody nose as Nathan grabbed him by his shirt collar.

“Don’t you ever insult my wife like that again.”

Jack wanted to swing back and attempted. But Nathan caught his fist, and punched Jack in the stomach. Shame more than anything else sent Jack on his way.

Nathan turned to you to apologize for making a scene, but you’ve never been so attracted to him as you have in this moment. Your new husband just defended your honor.

“Take me home,” you wrap your arms around him.

“You wanna join the-mile-high club? Or can we go fuck in your childhood bedroom since your house isn’t far from here? Do you have any posters of me on your wall?”

You shake your head with a laugh and playfully smack his arm. You pull away from him and greet a family member, and Nathan chases after you.

“That’s not an answer. Babe! Do you have one?”

“Would it make a difference if I said yes?” you grin turning back to him. You loop your hands around his neck, and he puts his hands on your hips.

“Fuck. Fuck, it would make a huge fuckin’ difference. Can we spend the honeymoon in your room?”

“So, you can look at a poster of yourself while you have sex with your new wife?” your smile gets bigger and bigger.

“Fuck. What picture is it?”

“Nathan!”

“Just kidding,” he smiles kissing your lips. “I booked us a nice hotel for our first night.”

“No posters in there,” you giggle.

“I’ll buy one,” he kisses you deeper. “Do you really have one of me in your room-“

He’ll find out soon enough, but you’re not going to tell him that you don’t just have one – but two.

 xx

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[lemonpeter]

Day 25 - Orgy (Peter/Avengers)

I’m sorry this is out late, I had a horrific day and it made writing really hard. But I’m doing better now and hope everyone enjoys 💜 I might even add a second part to this one if that’s something people want, this was a lot of fun to write

Warnings: orgy, oral sex, I don’t think there are any other ‘warnings’, it’s just pure filth yall

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Peter was living the dream.

See, he hadn’t been so sure how to feel when the idea of an orgy was proposed. He was fairly inexperienced, always wanted to to everything right. Being thrown into everyone with way more experience than him definitely made him nervous.

Until he figured out that everyone wanted him.

He knew that Tony wanted him. The tension between them was thick enough to cut with scissors, so he figured he’d at least be with Tony.

But then Bucky had spoke up about how it had been a while since he’d been with anyone. Maybe someone with less experience would be good for him.

Then Steve causally mentioned actually being a virgin, and how he trusted that Peter would be careful even given the circumstance.

That surprised Peter, he wasn’t sure that he believed Captain America hadn’t gotten any action before, but he wouldn’t say anything.

Natasha made a comment about not trusting the others to actually be good and take her orders that she liked to give.

Thor didn’t need to say anything, the way that he instantly gravitated towards Peter when the proposal had been made told him all that he needed to know.

Even Sam, who notoriously liked to act like he hated Peter, said that he could be good for a round.

He had easily a half dozen people that wanted him. He had almost the whole Avengers team (minus Clint, married, and Bruce, couldn’t have sex) plus some that wanted to sleep with him.

He absolutely couldn’t believe it.

So then they got started.

Of course everyone couldn’t start with Peter, so they paired off in various ways.

Steve, Bucky, and Sam were instantly on each other, hands reaching and groping and mouths exploring.

Thor decided to watch them, leaning back on the couch and simply observing.

And Natasha kept a close eye on Peter, determined that she would have him next.

Peter shyly smiled at Tony as the older man pulled him in.

“I know you’ve never done anything like this,” Tony murmured, kissing over his jaw gently.

Peter’s lips curved up in a slight smile as he tilted his head back to give Tony better access to his skin. “You don’t know that for sure. You don’t know what I’ve done.”

“I’m pretty sure you would have told me if you’ve ever had an orgy before.” Tony grinned, one hand dropping to gently cup Peter’s hardening cock through his sweatpants.

The younger man bit his lip, breath hitching in his throat. “I don’t tell you everything, you know.”

“But have you done it?”

“Well, no,” Peter finally admitted, huffing a laugh. “But still. I’ll be fine.”

Tony hummed, finally satisfied by the answer he was given as he buried his face in Peter’s neck and began leaving love bites. “You will be. Because if anyone even looks at you in way you don’t like, I’m getting them thrown out and banned from the tower.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark,” Peter gasped out, head lolling back as he basked in the feeling of getting the marks.

At the gasp, Thor glanced up and towards them. He slowly stood, making his way towards them.

Tony’s hand slipped into the waistband of the younger man’s sweats when he became aware of the god behind them.

“Mind if I join?” Thor asked, eyes careful and calculating, but definitely with a playful light to them.

“I might mind,” Tony commented, sucking another mark onto Peter’s neck as he slipped his hand into the man’s pants.

“I don’t!” Peter said quickly. “Please. Please join,” he said breathlessly.

Thor grinned when he was given permission, quickly ignoring Tony and leaning in to kiss Peter directly on the mouth. “Thank you, young spider. I’ve been imagining being with you for so long now.”

Peter blushed, surprised from the kiss and the words that followed. There was absolutely no way that Thor had thought about being with him like that. He just couldn’t believe it. “O-oh,” he breathed. He groaned when Tony’s hand wrapped around his cock, like the older man was trying to prove a point.

“So, what do you want with him, pointbreak?” Tony asked suddenly, voice muffled against Peter’s neck.

Thor chuckled, the sound low and booming. “We are here for sexual encounters, yes?”

“Correct, thanks for the observation.”

Peter smacked Tony’s arm gently at the sarcastic comment. “Be nice,” he mumbled.

“I am being nice.” Tony twisted his hand, stroking Peter slowly. “Very nice.”

Peter groaned, biting his lip. “Not what I meant. But yes, now you’re being nice. Please don’t stop.”

The god watched them, humming softly. “Well, you seem to be preoccupied, touching wise. But I would be very happy if you were open to...giving pleasure as well as receiving.”

Peter snorted. “Is the god of thunder asking me to suck his dick?” He joked. “Because, uh, yes.”

“I like your enthusiasm,” Thor said happily. “That is what I was asking. So that’s a yes?” He didn’t even wait for an answer, pushing down the comfortable bottoms that he had been in. Which revealed that he hadn’t been wearing any underwear.

Peter blushed, eyes trailing over the thick cock that was made clear once it was uncovered. He could already tell from the tenting that had been in Thor’s pants that he would be huge, but it was much more intimidating to actually see.

Tony looked between them, still slowly stroking the younger man in his pants. “I guess we’ll need to change position a bit,” he mused. “Peter. Let’s get down, alright? On our knees.”

The young man nodded quickly, slowly sinking down to his knees as Tony did. That way Tony could keep touching him and he could please Thor. His mouth opened and he looked expectant.

Using one hand to guide his cock, Thor gently set the head on Peter’s waiting tongue. “Don’t try to do too much, I don’t want you to be worn out too early,” he warned.

Peter smirked, lips wrapping around the head and suckling gently just to start. He shivered at the moan that he got from the god. That just encouraged him more.

He got to work, able to take down half of the huge cock before it was just too much. He gagged as the tip hit the back of his throat, but he got a control of the reflex and kept going.

Thor was incredibly vocal and laced his large fingers through Peter’s hair as he kept going. Soon his hips began thrusting slightly, testing just how far Peter could take him.

Tony kept a close eye on them, making sure that Peter was feeling good as well as staying happy.

But despite the watery eyes and choked noises that came from him occasionally, Peter seemed absolutely thrilled with what he was doing.

It didnt take long with Peter’s skilled mouth for Thor to be getting close, hand tightening further in the young man’s hair. “Are you alright to swallow?” He asked, eyes close on him to catch a reaction.

Peter moaned and nodded, the bobbing motion of his head only helping the god get there closer. It took less than a minute more of his actions before he felt the first spurt of liquid shoot down his throat. He swallowed, pulling off just enough so that he would get a mouthful instead of it all just going down his throat.

Thor enjoyed that, head dropped back and breathing heavy as he rode out his orgasm. Then once he was done, he finally pulled out of Peter’s mouth.

The young man had a full mouth and seemed to be struggling to catch it all. Some had already dribbled from the corners of his mouth and down his chin as he swallowed it all down. “Woah,” he breathed, licking his lips.

Thor grinned at the reaction, not even bothering to tuck his cock back away. Instead he just kicked his pants off completely. He figured he would get a second round with someone, what was the point of keeping them on?

Tony watched them, chuckling as he watched Peter. “How have you not cum yet?” He teased, still stroking slowly.

Peter blushed at the question, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. “Because...ah, I can’t really cum just from...my dick being touched.”

“Please tell me you’re about to say what I hope you’re about to say,” Tony murmured.

“I gotta be...filled too. In order to finish.”

Tony groaned, kissing the man quickly despite there still being traces of cum on his lips. He didn’t care. “You’re incredible. And I’m definitely going to be the first to get to that ass. Get up and on the couch.”

Nodding, Peter stood up quickly. He blushed for a moment before pushing his pants and boxers off, figuring there wasn’t much point to them any more. Then he bent over the couch, leaning right into Natasha.

“Hi, miss,” he said shyly.

Natasha chuckled, adjusting them so that his arms were braced between her legs. “Hi, Peter. Can I have a turn now? I wanted to be the first you got that mouth on, but I can settle for second. If that’s alright with you.”

Peter nodded quickly, licking his red and swollen lips. “Yeah. Yes. I would love to. Please-“

His words were cut off by a strained moan as he felt lube being poured over his ass. It was really cold and had surprised him.

Tony grinned. “Whoops. Sorry, kid. Just figured we’d need some of this before we got started.”

Peter nodded, blinking to try and reorient himself. “Yeah. Of course. Just- warning please. Next time.”

“Next time,” Sam commented, getting closer after breaking away from Steve and Bucky. “I would love to be that next time. Although im pretty sure you won’t need any more lube, I think he just poured the whole bottle in your-“

“Just trying to be cautious,” Tony defended, sounding offended.

Sam raised his hands in surrender, shrugging. “I know it takes a lot, I’m just saying that was a ton.” He laughed, shaking his head. “But hey, I do want to be second here.” He patted Peter’s ass gently. “Although I’m pretty sure I’m going to ruin you for anyone else here.” He grinned, showing off the little gap between his teeth.

Peter couldn’t see it, but he always loved that gap. It was cute, even if the man who had it hated it. He loved the way it was shown off when Sam smiled. Which was often. “You can be second,” he told him.

“-but you won’t be ruining him for anyone,” Tony added. “Because that’s my job.”

Peter laughed, resting his cheek against Nat’s thigh. He was in for a long, long night.

And he couldn’t wait.

[barnesbabee]

Impatient - Choi San x Reader

Summary: Sum dancing with teasing and a very dominant boyfriend, and you’ll get... punishment.

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Words: some

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

⚠ voyerism, spanking, teasing, punishment, hair pulling, scratching, voyerism ⚠

A/N: Yall love requesting San. Enjoy xx💖

REQUESTS SUPER OPEN

  San watched as every student exited the building. He had arrived early, and decided to wait in the car. He waited, and waited, and it seemed as if every student, teacher, and staff member from the school had left the building, except for his girlfriend. He waited a bit more, but eventually became worried about your whereabouts.

   San exited the car and entered the building. As soon as he stepped in, he could hear "Candy Shop" blasting in a room nearby. He followed the sound and was surprised to find you dancing to it like you hadn't spent a whole day in that school. The way you moved intensely to the song amused him, so he just leaned against the doorframe and watched you carefully.

   He tried to not interrupt you or distract you, but it was insanely hard for him not to step in, push you against the mirror, and take you right there and then. Your hips swayed in the most sensual way along to the song and the sight of your ass jiggling combined with your harsh body movements created the perfect sight for his eyes, and it took everything in San's body to not grab you by the waist and make you dance like that for him, and him only.

  It became a little too much when you played with the hem of your shirt and pulled it up teasingly, exposing your stomach. San groaned and approached you. You squealed and jumped back when you saw a man walking towards you, but soon calmed down when you recognized his face.

  San's hands grabbed your hips and pulled you close, while he inspected your body suggestively.

  "You idiot, I almost had a heart attack..." You told him and slapped his chest.

  "Hm, so did I... Watching my girl dance like this. You'll be the death of me, you know?"

   San bit his lip and one oh his hands traveled to your ass, giving it a light squeeze.

   "San..." You breathed out when his lips wandered on your neck, leaving little love bites.

   The hand on your ass squeezed it once more, harsher this time.

   "I could just fuck you against this mirror, you know?" He growled against your neck.

  You moaned and your hands traveled up his arms to give his biceps a light squeeze. A wave of thrill and excitement took over your body at the feeling of being touched by your boyfriend in such an intimate way while in a public place.

  "The teachers are still here San!" You whisper-yelled.

   San bit his lip and looked at the door and then back at you. He gave your ass one last squeeze and grabbed your wrist.

  The man dragged you out of the door and you were a little surprised at his hurriedness, but after catching a glimpse of the tent in his jeans (that was already surprisingly big) it was clear to you.

   The ride home was chaotic, to say the least. His hands were all over you, gripping your thighs, rubbing your already wet pussy through your shorts, spanking you...

    "You're impatient today, baby." You told San, as your hand caressed his that was placed on your thigh, earning a small chuckle as a response.

   The car came to a halt and you looked at the road, confused.

   Traffic.

    San was visibly upset that he'd have to wait a couple more minutes to have you beg for him, and so you decided to make the waiting worth the while. You pressed your palm against the hard-on on his jeans and kissed the spot under his jaw.

   "Y/N..." He moaned, tilting his head so you could have all of the access you wanted.

  Your hand fondled with the buttons of his jeans, purposely having a hard time taking his clothes off to tease your boyfriend. Your tongue grazed over a spot on his neck and sucked on it, earning a deep moan from San.

  The man grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at his dark eyes.

  "For fuck's sake Y/N, if you don't stop teasing me and get my cock in your mouth right fucking now I'm going to pound you so hard when we get home we won't be able to walk."

   You bit your lip, pulled away, and looked at the road, deliberately ignoring his threats.

    "Look," You said and pointed at the car-clear pathway in front of you "no more traffic."

    You loved to see the famine and desperation in San's eyes when he dominated you, and every chance you got you would disobey him so he'd have a reason to fuck you the way you knew he liked.

    San looked at the road and floored the car. The trip that would usually be around fifteen minutes, was seven, as he just couldn't wait to push you to the edge.

   As soon as the engine stopped and stepped out of the car you stopped being Y/N, and started being San's property.

  He swung you over his shoulder and carried you inside that way, only setting you down when you arrived in his bedroom.

   San threw you on top of the bed and stripped himself completely before attacking your lips with a rough kiss. His tongue left no corner of your mouth unexplored, and he didn't give you a chance to fight for dominance, establishing from the first moment that he was in charge.

   His hand found the inside of your underwear quickly and he pressed two fingers against your clit. He drew random shapes in your sensitive spot as he took your bottom lip in between his teeth, giving it small bites.

    You moaned right into his ear, and he rewarded your pretty noise by inserting two digits in you, pumping them along to a steady rhythm.

   Suddenly, San pulled away from you completely. He slapped the side of your thigh harshly and examined your body, all spread out for him.

   "Undress for me princess."

  You got off from the bed and peeled off your very little pieces of clothing as slowly and sensually as possible, putting on a show for your boyfriend to see.

  He wrapped his fingers around his cock and started jerking himself off to your body's movements. The way you bent down, exposing your ass and naked core and spread your legs slightly for him to get a better view almost made him cum on the spot.

   San stood up and grabbed your waist, rubbing his hard-on against your ass. His hands added some pressure on your skin and his teeth nibbled on the skin of your neck.

   "Are you trying to tease me again, princess?"

   You hummed in reply, as San's fingers teased your clit once more.

   "That's two times already today, baby, maybe I shouldn't let you cum."

   Your knees almost gave in at those filthy words, and you moaned.

   "No... Please San let me cum!" You begged.

  San smiled mischievously, that was his fuel. Hearing you beg, needy and horny was what he loved to hear the most at night.

   San sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you onto his lap, each of your legs beside his hips. Your lips attached to his in a loving kiss for a second, as your wet cunt ground on San's cock.

   Your boyfriend groaned onto the kiss and grabbed your hips, so you'd stay steady. He lifted your body and aligned his dick with your entrance, allowing you to lower yourself down.

   That's just about as far as your freedom would go, however. From then on, San grabbed your waist and moved them to his own pace. He would often jerk his hips up, meeting the rhythm and hitting deeper spots in you.

   San grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, gaining access to your neck. He nibbled and sucked on several spots, so people would know who owned you. You hissed at the feeling of his teeth being rough on your skin, you loved it.

  "Such a brat. Do you think you should come, my princess?" He asked, condescendingly.

   "Yes, yes please..." You begged pathetically, nodding your head furiously.

   San spanked your ass violently three times.

   "Beg me the proper way." He demanded.

    "Please San, I want to cum while you fuck me..."

    Deciding that the pleas were enough, San sped up the pace. Unable to handle such force, you threw your arms around San's waist and buried your face in the crook of his neck, enabling him to fuck you whatever way he wanted.

   Your fingernails dipped into San's skin and roamed around his back as the feeling of your orgasm came closer, certainly leaving scratch marks for the next day.

  You moaned and bit down on his neck as you came hard, after one last span from San sent you over the edge.

   Your boyfriend's pace increased for a second, before becoming more sloppy until he eventually slammed your body down on him, encircled your body tightly with his arms and groaned onto your chest. You felt his warm liquid fill you up, and so you kissed his temple.

    San laid you on the bed next to him and brushed some messy strands of hair out of your face.

   "You're not going to dance that for more people... Are you?"

[romace-tea-cup]

The volturi go throw a Halloween ball one shot

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Me and heidi were best friends , we have been planning this party since january . We were planning on dressing up sexy to tease our mans , heidi loved the outfit she picked out for me and honestly ... Fuck yeah i love it too ! Felix would freak out if he saw me party in this ! Me and heidi were getting ready in her room for the ball and we put our costumes on and we did our make up ! For the first time felix and demetri were gonna dress up for this years ball for the first time in centuries , so we were excited to see what they were gonna be . We took about two hours because we took turns showering and doing out make up in hair so you know if things break out heh ;)

" Alright we are all done , how do you feel y/n ? "

" I feel like a slut ... But its okay because halloween is one day if the year were we can dress like sluts and no one can say something about it because its halloween ! "

" Damn right y/n , did you hear what jane and alec were gonna dress up as ? "

" No what ? "

" Jane is gonna be little red riding hood and alec was gonna be a police officer "

We both bursted out laughing and then we hared a knock on the door .

" Are yall done ? The ball is about to start and you guy's are on tour duty "

Chelsea questioned and we opened the door and she stepped inside and she was shocked

" Wow you guy's look spectacular "

" So do you you look scandalous "

We all bursted out laughing and then we just headed out to our stations before the party started but we noticed felix and demetri were walking so we just stopped and got infront of their way and they just stopped and i felt felix's eyes on me undressing me and eye fucking me so we just pretended like we did not notice and we kept giggling .

This was my costume

This was heidi's

As we were walking by we saw chelsea and afton dress up in a couple costume .

" Looking good girls "

" I know right renata ? Y/n slays that costume "

" Has felix seen you yet y/n "

" No not that i think so im sure he would not have a problem with it afton "

" heidi you look great "

" Thanks chelsea "

We were walking when suddenly i feel a cold hand cover my mouth and pull me into a room and i see it was felix .

" shit you scared me ! "

" Where do you think you are going like that !? "

" .... To my station ? .. "

" Don't play dumb , guy's are gonna be all over you ! Especially if you are in charge if the tours "

" Aw is my nugget afraid ? "

" Not afraid , just don't want another man's eyes on you y/n , you are mine and only mine i will not share you with another man you hear me ? "

" Loud and clear babe , don't worry i won't let anyone touch me the way you do "

" I trust you , i just don't trust those fuckers "

A laugh came out of your mouth and you kissed his cheek before the both of you went to y'all's stations. Felix was with demetri checking the hallways in case if someone was planning something , you were in charge of tour duty with heidi . You gave the tour to the Cullen's , the Egyptians , the denalis , and the irish coven . Heidi gave tours to the Texas coven , the japanese coven , the Swedish coven , and another one i can't remember the name of . As i was walking with heidi we saw felix and demetri flirting with some sluts , the sluts were all over them , i was deeply jealous so me and heidi decided to play the game as well .

" Treat us like a game , we will show y'all how its played "

We went to the party and everyone was dancing on the floor . Heidi then went to the DJ station where Matthias was playing songs and she whispered to play a song .

" Y/n this is your time to get on the floor , you are the one with a big ass and big tits and i know you know this dance so get out there and kill it . Chelsea is making sure she brings felix and demetri here so he can see you burst those moves . "

" Fuck im scared ! Which song is it ? "

Then the song starts playing and everyone gets crazy and im in love with this song and i saw chelsea coming in with felix and demetri and my adrenaline went high and i started dancing to WAP by cardi b . Heidi and the others where screaming hyping me up .

Heidi started screaming my name and felix just stood there frozen with afton , Demetri , and matthias were teasing him , he was shocked and furious at the same time . He did not like the idea of other guys seeing his mate dance like that and having boners caused by his mate .

Once the song was over they started playing What makes you beautiful by one direction and my squad of girls started dancing .

Girl squad !

y/n

Heidi

Chelsea

Renata

Kate denali

Tanya denali

Rosalie hale

Alice cullen

**************************

We were the life of the party and everyone loved us , the guards were staring at us and some of them were amused . Chelsea dragged afton in the dance floor and he started jaming with us and he told me " Felix is gonna kill you "

I pretended to be dumb and act innocent like i did not know what i did . I then felt like getting some fruit punch next to the throne room entrance door when i look to my left and i see heidi and chelsea with wide eye's covering there mouths looking at me at a distance and staring like something is behind me then i feel some one lift me up and run full vampire speed . We arrived at me and felix bedroom and he locked the door and i gulped , i knew it was felix i hared a growl escape from his mouth so i ran to hide in the bathroom with my heels on but i was no match for the strong executioner vampire .

" Oh no you are not running away from me now just yet ! "

" Wait what did i do !? "

" What did you do ? Don't act all innocent now just minutes ago you were there dancing your heart out in the stage catching the eye of every male vampire in the world ! "

" Okay look i admit i got a bit carried away , but i did not let anyone touch me ask heidi ! "

" But you still were the cause of boners in the damn party "

" Sorry ... "

" Oh that look is not gonna get you out of this one y/n , You will learn how to be a nice well behaved little girl once im done with you "

He started to unbuckle his pants and i became exited but a part of me nervous , he was for sure gonna break me in half ! I tried to run away once again but felix put a hand on my throat and his eyes became dark , he then let go and ripped my costume apart revealing the nice sexy black panties and bra i had on and he had a smirk and he ripped his shirt off and pushed me to the bed pinning me down like a lion who was about to eat his meal .

" You deserve no mercy y/n you played with fire and now you will get burned , i will go rougher than i ever went on you in my entire life "

" Fee ? "

I stutter

He then slips his huge member on me deep and i let out a moan . he then pounds on me faster and deeper than he had ever done . I hold on to the bedsheets like if my life was depending on it .

" Fee felix , im gonna cum ! "

" Don't cum y/n im warning you ! "

He starts pounding on me harder it felt like a train had hit me between my legs and now he managed to make my eyes and head roll back .

" felix i can't ! "

" You are not allowed to cum until i say so ! "

He then stopped and kissed my neck leaving behind some hickeys the size og quarters and down to my breasts , he was now sucking on them and pulling them while his dick was on me .

" This is my territory and ill make sure everyone else acknowledges it "

He then made a huge hickey on my sweet spot that caused me to moan and he just sucked harder and deeper until it bruised . He then went at it again and this time i was cumming for reals this time.

" Felix i can't anymore !! "

" Fuck it , ugh baby you are so fucking good ! Cum for me baby girl ughhhh "

We both came at the same time and we screamed each other's names out loud . I was now in my bed left exhausted when felix came on top of me and choked me once again .

" Do not play with fire y/n because you will end up burned ! "

" What's the fun in that fee ? "

A smirk came to my and he let out another growl and his eyes darken once again .

" You naughty little - "

" Hey you both im sorry to interrupt but we are about to announce an announcement , aro wants both of you to be present "

It was master marcus

" Yes master marcus ! We will be there immediately ! "

We started getting dressed again thank god i had a second costume of the same one and once felix saw me change back in it he let out another growl and his gaze burning behind me .

" We are not done y/n , after the party you will be punished for having a pretty smart ass mouth , let's see if you can be a smart ass when you are choking on my dick "

" We will see ;) "

[hockeytrashgoblin]

Ice Cold ~Part 9

A/N: Hi yall soooooI really messed up the timeline and hand to go through back to this point to fix it. I have it all right now I think. If I’ve fucked up somewhere lemme know and I’ll fix it! But now prepared to be bombarded because I have many parts ready to go right now lol Enjoy!

It was around 5pm when I got out of the uber at the end of the really long driveway to Morgan's. I had called Amy earlier and told her most of what happened last night. I left out the part about Auston sucking blood and I didn't tell her it was him but everything else I did. She agreed to let me stay home and do it herself as long as I wrote the transcripts for Peter's interview from yesterday. I told her I would and was on my way.

About halfway up the big hill there was a woman waiting there. She was striking. She had beautiful pale skin, blue eyes and dark curly hair. I recognized her immediately from the pictures in Morgan's office as well as her being a figure skater I admired as a kid.

"You must be (y/n)."

"Um yes."

"Morgan told me to expect you. I'm Tessa."

"I know I used to watch you skate when I was younger. It's really nice to meet you."

"That's sweet. Would you like to come inside?"

"Yes please." We started the rest of the way to the house. "So if Morgan told you did he tell everyone else?"

"No of course not. Morgan doesn't like metaling with the future. No one will know until you don't show up at the arena and by then it will be too late for them to stop you. They're going to Ottawa right from the arena tonight except poor, sick Auston so they really couldn't stop you if they wanted to."

"Okay good. None of them want me here. Mitch yelled at me this morning after reading my mind so it pissed off Kappy and Will too. I just need to fix this, ya know?"

"What if you can't?" She wasn't asking to be mean. I could tell she was genuinely curious.

"Tessa I have to. These boys all love each other. They're family. I can't keep ripping them apart. I'm going to talk to Auston while I'm safe and he can't get me."

"He is very weak. Morgan injected him with vervain before he left so that you'd be as safe as possible." I nodded as she told me.

"As long as I don't die I'm good."

"You absolutely will not die. I can promise you that." She said opening the front door for me. She lead the way down into the basement as she sing-songed, "Visitor Auston."

"I don't want her here."

"That's nice. Anyway (y/n), I'll be upstairs. I'm making some food so just come get some when you're ready."

"Thanks." I smiled at her as she started walking away.

The basement was dirt floored but I didn't particularly care. I put my backpack down and sat beside it with my back against the wall facing Auston.

"Uh oh, the princess is going to get her clothes dirty."

"I'm not a dainty little princess Auston."

"Yeah sure whatever."

"Listen Auston I'll eat a cricket right fucking now. I was in scouting for years, you think I give a rats ass about having dirt on my jeans?"

"Guess not." We were quiet for a little while before he spoke up again. "Why are you here?"

"I want us to get along. Or at least tolerate each other."

"Did the boys put you up to this?" I snorted at that.

"As if. They all yelled at me for even thinking about coming to talk to you."

"Then why are you here?"

"They're not the boss of me and they're travelling tonight so they can't stop me."

"That's brave, I'll give you that. So what were you so desperate to talk to me about?"

"Well first of all you have to teach me how to hide my thoughts from Mitch but more importantly what the actual fuck was that last night?"

"I don't want to talk about that."

"Fine then. Let me know when you do."

I pulled my phone out of my bag and saw a message from William.

W: You really are a brat you know.

Me: yes.

W: are you at least being careful?

Me: baby relax. I'm completely okay. Tessa is here, Auston is locked up. I have to do this. Please trust me.

There was a lot of typing and erasing but finally he sent another message.

W: I do trust you. I just want you safe. I understand what you're trying to accomplish, I just don't know if it's going to work. I have to go now but I will be checking in on you often. I love you.

Me: love you too. Have a good game!

I closed out of text messages and opened the audio file Amy sent. I started transcribing and Auston just sat there looking grumpy. Once I was done I looked back up at him.

"You look fucking miserable."

"I am fucking miserable no thanks to you."

"It's not my fault you're in there. You broke rules I've been told."

"Damn they're really fucking telling you everything."

"I'm going to be one of you some day. Morgan thinks it's important that I know."

"God an eternity with you?" He asked frustrated.

"Look Auston you don't know a fucking thing about me. I don't know how you'd know exactly how bad an eternity with me around would be. You're the only one with a fucking problem."

"That's what's pissing me off! No one else has any fucking problems about sharing all our secrets with someone who works for the media!"

"Auston I have known for three days now. I've been around journalists two out of three of them. Don't you think if I wanted everyone in the world to know about it I'd have told by now? I'll never tell a secret that isn't mine to share. Unless I get specific permission from the person whose secret it is, I'm not saying a word."

"Mhm sure."

"What happened to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Morgan said you and Kappy had some bad experiences but he wouldn't tell me because they're your stories."

"That's the worst thing that ever happened to me. Why would I tell you?"

"We could trade. I'll tell you the worst thing that ever happened to me?" He was quiet for a really long time and I thought that was going to be the end of the conversation. I was playing on my phone when he spoke up again.

"Fine. Let's trade the worst stories of our lives. You're going first though."

"Why me?"

"So that I know you're not tricking me."

"And what if you're tricking me?"

"I won't."

"I don't believe you but what I do know is that I've got a few days and the 10 hour version of the gummy bear song ready to go. I'll get you talking."

"Whatever, just start."

"Alright fine. 2 years ago I was in a really bad relationship-"

"Fucking that's it? Your worst moment is a relationship?" He asked in disgust.

"No. Let me tell my fucking story." I snapped. He stayed quiet so I continued. "He was a drunk, drug addict. Very abusive. Hit me all the time. One time he threw me down a flight of stairs because I refused to snort coke a random person offered. He broke my wrist and ribs that night."

"That sounds bad."

"It was. But that's the tame part of the story."

"Cocaine and broken bones is the tame part?"

"Absolutely."

"What happened next?" He asked trying to be nonchalant about it. It didn't reach his eyes though,  they showed a bit of concern.

"I broke up with him. I couldn't handle it anymore. I wasn't allowed to watch hockey anymore and even worse, baseball! Dude took away my favourite thing because I was 'looking at other men'. It was lame. I couldn't talk to my dad for the same reason."

"But he's your father?"

"Yes but he was a man. Anyone with a dick this dude saw as a threat. Even strangers on TV and family."

"That's messed up."

"You think that's messed up? Just wait." I resituated myself and cleared my throat. "So I dump him. He leaves to my complete surprise. I stopped leaving my house because he was always outside. About a week later I wake up to my door being busted open. In he comes to my bedroom. Without going into too much detail, he raped me just to prove he could. I was his and always would be. I kept screaming so he started strangling me. I completely blacked out. When I came to, he was gone."

"(Y/n) I'm sorry that's really awful." He said softly. 

"To be honest with you that's the only reason the boys knew about what happened last night. I was in shock. You brought me right back to the absolute helpless, gut wrenching feeling that I was going to be strangled to death and I would never be able to stop it from happening. But worse this time because literally nothing I could do to you would've stopped you." I wiped a tear from my cheek and laughed. "Sorry I'm being a weak little bitch right now."

"You're not. You're not weak. I'm so sorry I made you feel like that. It wasn't my intention."

"It's whatever Auston. Tell me your story now."

"Mine seems kind of mild now.."

"I don't care, tell me."

"Fine." He grumbled looking at the floor. "When I was first turned it was by this really beautiful girl. Prettiest I'd ever seen. I was 17 and fell in love with her fast. It was a different time back then and we got married."

"What was her name?" He gave me a hard stare but told me anyway.

"Lillian. I called her Lily. She had the prettiest long black curls and the greenest eyes you've ever seen."

"She sounds lovely."

"She was. She didn't feel the same for me though. I was just something for fun, for her to waste a few years on. She did care about me on some level but it wasn't to the extent of my feelings for her. After a while she told me what she was. She'd feed off me all the time. Just a little here and there usually. She had given me some of her blood too every so often."

"Why would she do that?"

"Our blood can fix injuries in humans almost instantly. Don't get any ideas."

"I promise you on William's life I wasn't."

"Anyways one night she was drinking and went too far. I died. But because her blood was in my system from an injury earlier that day I came back as what you see now."

"So that's how it works? Dying with blood in the system?"

"Or by the venom. Apparently the venom hurts but the blood drinking is gross. The best way depends on the person and circumstances."

"Okay. What happened next?"

"Well she panicked. She had never wanted me to become like her. I was naive and thought it was perfect because we could be together forever. She didn't see it that way. We spent a few years together but she was drawing too much attention to herself. She was getting sloppy leaving bodies around, sleeping with other men. My parents questioned me about it and I told them everything like the dumb 20 year old kid I was. They told me they'd handle everything. Boy did they ever." He scoffed.

"What did they do?"

"They told everyone in town about us. About the monsters living among them. Everyone in town was furious at her. Coming into town and turning one of the beloved children into a monster. They burned the only woman I ever loved in front of me."

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry Auston."

"It's alright. I'm over her death. I have been for a while. It was the betrayal from my parents and family afterwards that lingers."

"What do you mean?"

"The only reason they let me live was because they all helped raise me. It was a small village. I hadn't caused anyone harm so they kicked me out. Said if I disappeared, I didn't have to die the fiery death she did. So I left. My self preservation instincts are incredibly high so I managed on my own until I found Morgan."

"That's so awful. I'm so sorry Auston. You were alone that whole time?"

"I found companions but I always left after a couple years."

"Did you ever tell anyone else?"

"After all that shit? Absolutely not. I swore to myself that I'd never tell anyone again and I haven't."

"Wow..yeah I guess I can't blame you. That sounds so terrible. I can't even imagine."

"Can you see now why I'm not very trusting?"

"Yes. I get it now. Especially if your survival instincts are so heightened. It makes sense."

"It's nothing personal, I just don't fucking trust anybody that isn't one of us and I don't think I ever will again."

"That's fair. I think you know deep down that I'm not going to say anything though. With both Morgan's word and Mitchy's. I don't care if you'll admit that out loud or not." I got up and brushed off my pants.

"Were are you going?"

"I'm going to get some food. But I'll be back. Don't think you're rid of me yet Matthews." I pointed to him as I walked away making him snort.

"I didn't figure your stubborn ass would give up that easy."

I went up and grabbed some food. I went to the table and called William since I knew he'd be out of the arena by this point. It had been hours since I got here. It rang once before William answered.

"I'm very upset with you."

"I know you are. If it makes you feel any better I think we've made a little bit of progress?"

"Love, I think it's so sweet that you want to try and fix this for everyone but I'm really worried about you being there."

"Tessa is here. Besides I don't want to be at my house alone when no one is here just in case. One weak vampire is still tougher than one Tommy. Even with just Tessa I'd feel safer."

"Baby I'm sorry you don't feel safe. We're going to have a talk about then when I come back okay?"

"Alright that sounds good."

"What have you guys talked about?"

"We traded worse moment in our lives stories. I understand a lot better now why he's so untrusting and nervous about me but I also think he knows deep down that I won't ever put you guys in danger." 

"Yes I'm sure he knows that too."

"What are you doing right now?"

"I'm on the bus. We left a little while ago so we should be in Ottawa by 3-ish, maybe 4."

"That's good. How was the game?"

"We won 5-3."

"Yay good job baby! Proud of you."

"Thank you (y/n)." I could hear him smile before he yawned. "Darling I think I'm going to go. I need to get some sleep and I'm keeping Mitch awake. Good luck with talking to Auston about what happened last night."

"Oh I'll do it. I have a 10 hour version of the gummy bear song if he doesn't want to talk."

"Auston's gonna wish we actually killed him after that." I heard Mitch say. "Pure torture. She's a genius."

"Apparently you're a genius babe."

"I am yes. Thank you for noticing Mitchy. I'll let you guys go. I love you."

"I love you."

"See you soon."

"Bye darling."

I hung up and looked at the time. It was almost midnight. I decided to go down to the basement and see if I could get him to talk again.

"I thought I'd gotten lucky and you forgot about me." He said sarcastically.

"Not likely Auston. You ready to talk about what the fuck happened last night?"

"Nope."

"Alright." I shrugged at him and turned on the gummy bear song on my bluetooth speaker. I put it super far out of Auston's reach and cranked it.

"I've been tortured before. This isn't going to break me so you might as well just stop."

"Goodnight Auston." I went upstairs to William's room. I hoped he wouldn't mind me sleeping there then I realized how dumb that sounded and just got into bed. I fell asleep pretty quickly with the knowledge that Auston would be completely driven insane by the music in the morning.

[blkgirlcafe]

The Chase Pt.6

She plugged Florian’s address into her phone GPS, he wasn’t far from her, 15 minutes tops. She drove through the streets of Atlanta music blaring. 

Brand new car is noisy, come through and it's roarin' (Skrrt)

You ain't gotta worry, don't care about your boyfriend

See me and get nervous, I damn near did it perfect

Work hard and determine, it's safe to say I earned it

Camila texted Florian to let him know she was parking. He lived in one of the old buildings that had been converted to loft condos. Camila took the elevator up to the 6th floor and gently knocked on his door. He wasted no time in answering. 

“Hey, come in. You look great, now I feel underdressed.”  

He moved his large frame to the side so she could pass, Camila noticed he talked faster and more of his accent was present when he was nervous. 

“Thanks, and you look fine. Your place is dope.” 

She looked around. Just what she expected from a bachelor pad. A large couch dominated most of the living room, a large Romanian flag on the wall behind it. 

“What are you cooking? It smells great?” She asked. 

Camila followed him into the kitchen. 

“I hope you like salmon, glazed salmon with a homemade glaze, brown rice, and roasting in the oven is a mixture of broccoli, cauliflower and carrots.” 

“If it tastes as good as it smells I know I am in for a treat.” She smiled at him. 

“Can I have a kiss?” 

Camila looked up at him, he even looked surprised with himself asking. She didn’t respond, just leaned against his broad chest and gave him a kiss. 

He pulled her closer, cupping her ass, deepening the kiss. When they finally pulled apart they shared this look. 

“Let me give you a tour.” Florian finally broke the silence. 

He kept a hand on her as he showed her around, the lower level had the living room, kitchen, half bath, and a home gym. 

“This is the gym that keeps your body like that?” she joked.

“Not at all, this is for days when I can't make it to the gym for a full body workout.”

Camila liked that he was dedicated, even if she thought that he didn't need it. He took her upstairs, walking behind her. 

“I hope you are enjoying the view Flo, you ain't slick.”

“A gentleman always lets a lady go first, and it wasn't just so I could look at your ass.”

“Yeah right.” she smirked. 

“This is my bedroom as you can see. Nothing special here.” 

“You need some home touches, too much black up here.” Camila looked around, letting her hand slide along his comforter. 

“Just waiting for a woman to help me decorate it.” he shyly looked up at her. 

Camila heart skipped a beat, for such a big guy, he came off so innocent. 

“I am sure you had plenty of women up here, one of them could have helped you.” 

He led her back downstairs and to the small dining table, telling her to stay put while he served the food. He bought her a plate and a glass of wine, before bringing his own, his plate brimming with food. 

They made light conversation for a while before Flo cleared his throat.

“So I have to ask about your ex, the one who came to my spot.”

“What about him?” Camila flaked off a piece of salmon. 

“Is he still chasing you?” 

“Yeah, he disappeared and then popped back up a few weeks ago.”

“Man got balls the way he stepped to me.”

Florian told her about what happened at the club once she left and she couldn't believe it. 

“I can promise you I don't want that asshole, and I can promise you I am not his girl in any capacity at all.” 

“I almost beat his ass.” Flo shrugged. 

“Should have, Pablo used to getting what he wants and that includes women. Included me at some point because I went back. He is such a cocky asshole.”

“Now that I have permission I will gladly beat his ass.”

“So what else did Jess tell you, since she likes to run her mouth.”

“That you work hard, you don't date much, and haven't had a man since pablo.” he smirked at her. 

“Wow didn't know yall was chummy like that.”

Flo moved them from the table to the couch, bringing the bottle of wine, lowering the lights. 

“Do all your dates go this way?” she teased.

“I haven't had a date since I moved here a year ago.”

“Really, so what made you ask me out.”

“I mean at first, just your beauty, I saw you and knew I had to say something. Then it was your mean attitude, I like them mean.”

Camila playful hit his arm, “I am not mean Flo.”

“You rolled your eyes when I tried to approach you.”

“But I still gave you my number.”

“Yeah then ignored me.”

“Why is your memory so good?”

“You should make it up to me.” he sat his wine glass down.

“Oh yeah, and how can I do that.”

“Vino să-mi călărești pula.” he said. (Come Ride my dick.)

“Until you teach me more Romanian, I need the English version.”

“Come here I’ll show you.”

Camila sat her wine glass down before he pulled her into his lap. The first kiss was gentle, soft, testing the water. Camila put her arms on his shoulders, using her hand to gently massage his neck. Florian moaned into her mouth. Their tongues met, Flo's hands going from her back to grip her ass. He pulled her dress up, bunching it around her hips. Camila leaned her head back, giving Florian the chance to suck on her neck, sure to leave a few marks. 

Buzz

Buzz

Buzz

Camila tried to ignore it.

Buzz

Buzz

Buzz

“You need to get that baby.” Flo asked between kisses. 

“No, I don't think so.” 

His hands played with the silk panty. Camila grounded against his thigh, feeling his hard dick. Maybe Jess was right, she did need dick, she needed his dick to be specific. 

Buzz

Buzz

Buzz

“You can answer prinţesă, I will be right here.” 

Camila gave a slight pout before getting up and adjusting her dress. Her phone was on the table where she had left it.

The person calling was Asshole, which was Pablo. He would only keep calling. 

What?

Where are you?

He was drunk, of course he was, words slurred. 

Minding my business, what do you want? 

I am outside your door, knocking. 

Camila heard him knock loudly through the phone. Camila looked over at Flo, his side profile leaving her breathless. 

Stop before my neighbors call the cops. 

Come stop me.

I am not doing this with you.

Fine you can explain to your landlord why a drunk guy is singing on your doorstep all night long. 

He started to sing and off key, and was still loudly knocking. 

Fuck I am on my way there, you are a fucking asshole. 

I am your asshole baby girl. 

Camila hung up and closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. 

“Everything okay?” Florian asked. 

“Unfortunately no, I have to go. This date was perfect, thank you so much.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

Florian pulled her into a hug and Camila had thoughts she could risk being homeless to stay here with him, in his arms,in his bed. Fuck Pablo and his needy ass. 

When he pulled away he tipped her chin up and gave her a kiss, “Call me when you get home so I can know you made it safe.” 

“I will Flo, thank you again for tonight.” 

He walked her to the door and Camila was regretting having to deal with Pablo ass.

True to his word he was still singing when she got there. She heard him as soon as she got off the elevator. Leaned against her door, the dorky giant was trying to sing Living on a prayer. His phone laid at his feet, and he was cradling a bottle of Jack Daniels. 

“God you are a fucking mess, go home.” she kicked his feet. 

“I am home with you.” He tried to stand and leaned forward a little too much, Camila put her arm out to help him, “See you still care about me.”

“There is no way I can explain a white man dropping dead at my door Pablo.” 

Pablo leaned against the wall as she unlocked the door. 

“Give me your phone, I am calling Jason.”

“He is with Jess fucking like we should be.”

“I don't care if he balls deep in her guts, he needs to come get you. You can not stay here.”

He found his way to the couch and laid down, still holding the bottle like it was his lifeline. Camila punched in his phone password, still her birthday, he should have changed it by now. 

She found Jason contact and called him, calling going straight to voicemail 5 times, so she sent a text. 

I know you and Jess are fucking like rabbits right now but you need to come get your boy and asap before his ass is on the curb with the rest of the bums. - Camila

“You look nice, where were you?”

“I had a date.” Camila kicked off her shoes. 

“With that boxer boy?”

“Does it matter Pablo? What are you doing here in Atlanta?”

“I came to win my girl back, I fucked up baby, I know that.” he rolled over onto his back, the shirt rose. 

“There is no winning me back, no more chasing me, just let me go Pablo.”

“I can't do that, I will never forgive myself if I don't try.”

“You tried, it was unsuccessful.” Camila crossed her arms. 

“You still care about me, I can tell, or you would still be on your date and I wouldn't be on your couch, you still care about me Camila.”

Camila went to her room, slamming the door in the process.

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 229

Amber

I laugh and eat some of the grapes I went and got from the table. Men don't like to come around when women are together talking. They assume when we are alone we share dick and period stories. I mean it's true but there's other things as well. The door opens. We all stop laughing and look at the door. I jump up.

"What's wrong?" I ask Cammie as she walks in.

"I..." she just shakes her head.

I hug her. "Okay, you don't have to talk about it."

Alex comes over. "Do me and Hidia have to kick someone's ass?"

"Maybe no one in here is in the best condition to whip any ass." Fadiya giggles.

"Yeah, well, maybe not." Alex says hugging Cammie. "Okay, bitch, perk up cause you not unmarried possibly pregnant by your ex's baby brother, unmarried pregnant by who fucking knows until you figure out how far a fucking long you are, married and just stupid as fucking because now you considering moving out of the fucking country cause your bitch ass husband likes Mexico, or unmarried and dating one of the richest jackasses on the fucking planet with a jacked up past and a heavy as engagement ring."

Cammie frowns and spins around the room. "Wait what? Who? What? Richest jackass? Amber?"

"Yeah, that one was mine." I wave my engagement ring.

"You moving to fucking Mexico?" Cammie snaps looking at Hidia. "All yall bitches not pregnant."

Alex eats a frittata. "I hate eggs."

We look at her. Fadiya sucks her teeth. "Stop eating them things before you have high blood pressure."

"Everybody is fucking crazy." Cammie says. "I'm not fucking pregnant but my fucking husband thinks it's okay to kill himself and not okay to talk about me possibly dying an accidental death. Me of all people don't understand what drugs can do to your life."

Everybody kinda goes silent. The door opens relieving everyone from their deep thoughts. It was MiMi carrying her baby.

"I go to breakfast and I'm told the women all left the table. I'm like damn you can't keep your women in check through fucking breakfast?"

"And Chris had something to say?" Alex nods.

MiMi nods. "Of course. Cammie what happened with your breakfast?"

Cammie shrugs. "I left out. I didn't..."

"No ma'am." MiMi snaps scaring the baby. "You need to take your spoiled ass back in there. You know your fucking pathetic ass husband can't do shit without you. Talk about his true feelings to a therapist and his mother?"

"I know."

"Okay, this is bigger than you. You know that."

Cammie sighs. "Yeah. I don't want to be in here with them anyway. You shouldn't stay."

"Why not?"

"Cause they all taking pregnancy test. I mean unless you got something you want to share."

MiMi makes her eyes big. "Don't fucking go there. Do you not see this fucking 7 month old in my fucking arms. Hey, Baby. Mama Cammie can't see you."

Cammie takes her from MiMi. "I see you, pretty girl."

"Yes, take that drama. We got too much as it is." I say waving my hand.

"Girl, why the hell Amber in here?" MiMi whispers to Cammie.

"I don't know, just go. It might be in the air." Cammie says shutting the door.

I laugh. "Bye, sluts."

Alex bangs her head on the bed. "Oh my gosh. That shit winking at me. It has a face on it!"

"Pregnant." Hidia giggles.

"So that means mine is ready." I say going into the bathroom. I turn right back around. "You guys I don't know what I want this thing to say. Just last month I was happy he had a daughter and wouldn't be asking me cause I didn't want to do this shit. I'm going to be the mistake who got pregnant. Oh shit. By the richest jackass in the world."

Fadiya sucks her teeth. "Don't do that to Chris. He is very sweet. He took time out of his busy life to do this for his friends and not ask nobody to pay nothing. He deserves for us to support something. Go look at your damn test."

"Yeah." I nod turning around.

"Pregnant." Hidia says from behind me.

My heart drops. "Fuck."

"You so damn happy check yours." Alex snaps. "You get pregnant in multiples. You fucking pregnant by association."

"If I'm pregnant we not moving to Mexico and we probably gonna fucking fight about that."

"Not fist fight though." I ask.

Alex looks at me. "We should be asking you that."

I suck my teeth. "Chris has been sober for months. Before we got together. He knows that's one thing I don't fucking play with and besides I'm not a psycho bitch. I mean. Most times I'm not. Anyway he doesn't hit me, shake me, or nothing."

"Not even if you ask?" Alex says seductively.

"You are like the spawn of Chucky." I snap.

She slides on the floor. "I might be having Chucky fucking baby. At least it might have cute red nigga hair."

I laugh. "Shut up. Hidia what does yours say?"

"I did two." She says walking across the room. "This shit is… who peed on these?"

"Bitch!" Alex yells. "You are fucking lying. There is no way."

Hidia smiles. "I'm just kidding. If I am pregnant it won't pick it up for a few weeks. Mine just went off days ago."

"You sick. So who going out there to tell their man now?" Fadiya asks.

"Why didn't you take one?" I ask Fadiya.

She stands up and holds her shirt up. "It's a bit late to second guess this. It's a boy."

I cover my mouth. "Oh my gosh. He knows?"

"My ex? No. His brother? Yes." She sighs. "Like I said I'm back in Chicago with my parents away from my ex. Away from Houston."

"You not with the father?"

She sighs. "He wants to be with me but... it was a fucking mistake. Getting into a relationship with the fucking brother of the man who broke my heart 2 years ago? That's fucking..."

"Girl, shut up. You having this man baby." Hidia says. "Be happy. Family reunions are already gonna be awkward. Thanksgiving, Christmas, Birthdays, and shit. That man cheated on you with your fucking gay friend."

"No..." I cover my mouth.

Alex sucks her teeth. "Yall selfish. What yall need to do is find me an abortion clinic."

"Fuck no." Hidia says.

"Why?" I ask.

Alex sits up. "Have you seen my mothering abilities?"

"No." I shrug.

"Exactly." She nods. "No one has cause they are yet to exist."

"Bitch cause you not a mother." Hidia snaps. "You fucking stupid. I'm going to tell that man right now. Anyone else need me to break their news?"

I shake my head. "No, I got to be extra with mine."

"Oh so just send him a random text from a random ass number. Bitch I'm pregnant and you know its yours." Alex says. "Classic Chris Brown."

I giggle. "That will piss him off."

"You wanted to be loving?" Alex snaps. "Send a drone over the fucking beach with a flag after you think he had enough."

"Why are you so good at this?"

She makes her eyes big. "I'm a fucking public rep. I do this in my sleep. And Hidia if you tell him I will kill you."

"Fine, I want to be home when he finds out anyway."

"Then what are you gonna do, Alex?" I ask.

She makes her eyes big. "I like to fuck who I want when I want. Who knows when this thing got here."

"Stop bullshitting. You said you had unprotected sex for the first time." Hidia snaps.

"Whatever. I'm not tryna deal with this. Amber has the floor to make it romantic. I'm just going to continue to shit bricks. Get a calculator and calendar."

 Cammie

MiMi pushes me into the room. She promised to go back in with me. I pause looking around the room. Trey wasn't in there. It was just April and Wanda talking about shoes. They pause when April sees me.

"Are you going to join us?" April asks.

"No." I say backing up a bit. "Where is Trey?"

April points towards the patio door. "Tremaine!"

He comes into the room carrying Caden. "Yeah. Oh."

He smiles really hard at me. I swear I don't know what to do with him. Trey steps back outside then comes back with a chair in his free hand. Caden is woke chewing away at Trey's shirt.

"That was intense." Wanda says. "Do you think so?"

"Yeah." I nod. "It's us."

"But it doesn't have to be." Trey says so sweet. "It's not always gonna be us."

I roll my eyes. "And what changes that, Tremaine."

"Me."

"No, you are a pair. Together you need to change it. We are here because Trey deals with it all himself. He can't change it all himself." April says.

I nod. "I do hold a lot in."

"It's okay. We all do but marriage, it's the glue that holds your broken pieces together."

"Yeah but marriages don't always last. Then I'll just be broken pieces." I say.

"Marriages don't always last but are you not still in yours? So some marriages do last. My marriage almost broke me. Had me going to my colleagues thinking I was crazy for being in it. You have to grow with the marriage. When it gets deep you grow tall. When it dries up you replenish it."

I sigh. "How you figure out which is which?"

"We are here talking, helping your through it. Positive people help keep a marriage together." My mother says sitting down. "You don't have to have the answers Cammie. Nobody said you had to do it alone. You just have to initiate it. I had to stop blaming April and initiate getting you back. I just let you do what you wanted for too long. I'm ready to fight you now. So we are going to fight until you let me in your life. I always said God is on your side when you are walking in the right direction."

I just shrug my shoulders. I didn't want to cry no more. Trey kisses my cheek then a big face touches my cheek. Caden grabs my face suddenly then lets go. He better fucking let me go. I kiss him. He was back to trying to grab Trey's face.

"I should have brought my husband." MiMi says.

"It's not too late." Wanda says.

MiMi giggles standing up. "He too hood for emotions."

"The harder they act the more emotional they are." My mother says.

"So Trey... we need to set some realistic goals."

Trey clears his throat. "I'm letting this life go when my son starts kindergarten. Maybe first grade. Focusing my attention on them starting with Lane. I'm not waiting on another one to reach that age. Lane."

"That's realistic?" Wanda asks. "And how will you make money?"

"I married an educated achieved woman who don't mind working for what she has. We can make it."

April sighs. "Thank God to that."

My mama clears her throat. "I'd like to take some credit here. Not from God. She's just mine."

"Okay, Debra." April says rolling her eyes. "That's all you get today."

"That's below your current means."

"Royalties determine my means as it is so it'll just stay that way. I know how to make my money grow through investments and real estate."

Wanda moves on. "You know men experience postpartum depression as..."

Dee and MiMi walk in. A mad Dee. "Morning." He says.

"Good morning." April, Wanda, and my mother say.

I share my seat with MiMi. Wanda nods.

"What I was saying was men experience postpartum depression as well as women. Feeling like nothing is prepared, feeling useless, or just feeling negative about the new family structure. I see you have an infant as well. Are you feeling like your place is solid?"

Everybody looks at Dee. He sits up in his seat. "Who me? Yeah my position..."

"But you feeling like I'm cheating though." MiMi says.

Dee chuckles. "That's my ego. Just testing..."

"Trey's suicidal thoughts started after a birth and after hearing rumors of infidelity. We don't take anything lightly in this circle of friends. It's a very open environment. If you say you are okay mean it." Wanda says.

"I mean... I'm good. Why we talking bout me? This not..."

"It's about marriage right now." Trey says.

Dee was definitely uncomfortable. "Just saying I'm good."

"What about your wife?" Wanda asks. "How does she feel? She knew you wouldn't like talking about emotions? What about hers?"

"She just wants to be in California."

"We are here." Wanda says confused.

Dee cuts MiMi a look. "Aight, fine." He says sits up in his seat. "I used to sell drugs and all that now I'm making legal money in Atlanta. Good money. Taking care of my family planning a wedding, by myself. All she wants to do is move to California and I don't want to. Don't want to walk away from my new means."

"What's in California, MiMi?" Wanda asks.

"Dancing job. My best friend."

"Wait Dr. Ross? Why are you in California?" Cammie snaps.

"Conveniently a medical conference with Jim's practice." She smiles. "It's in a few days. We came early when he heard about the babies being sick. He wanted to see them himself. You've changed your life around and now your wife wants to change it again."

Dee shrugs a bit. "I'd walk away from money for her. Right after I buy everything for this wedding."

"Sounds like you and Trey are both making some executive decisions around the same time in life."

Dee sighs. "I think we married the same woman that's forcing us both in the same direction."

"That's a positive thing. You will have each other."

"Dee has been playing with his life for years though."

"Past tense." Dee says. "I go to work fearing my life as much as a mother packing her kids in a car to go to a grocery store."

"And you were scared to open up. We won't attack you. It's safe. My advise to everyone is to remember those around you that want to help. Don't try life alone. Trey you get me a good solid plan in writing. I don't want to be worried about your well being as you travel away from your family."

Trey nods his head. I look at him. Caden was getting bored with Trey and trying to see how far he could reach in other directions. I play with his foot distracting him. I can't say that this has been a bad session. It would have been nice to get deeper into Trey's thoughts but maybe that's for an even more private breakfast. Maybe just between us later.

[i-will-die-for-jim-mason]

Apologies (Sub!Duncan Shepherd x Fem! reader)

A/n: I honestly didn’t even intend to write this it just sorta happened. Anyway, hopefully, there should be more sub Dunc content coming at yall soon.

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: Smut, femdom, mommy kink, slapping, dirty talk, edging, oral.

You love Duncan, you really do but days like this make you just want to take a long drive by yourself, and go into the woods to scream. You knew Duncan was a busy man, his work was important to him and it kept him very busy.

When you woke up Duncan was already gone, he called when you were on your way to meet him for lunch, he hurriedly told you that work was crazy and his uncle was being, well his uncle. So he couldn't meet you for lunch but promised to be home for dinner.

And yet here you were by yourself lounging in his favorite chair nursing a glass of wine. Dinner long gone cold and put up, all without so much as a text telling you he would even be late.

You were contemplating just going to bed, having a rough enough day at work yourself, when you heard the door open.

You didn't bother getting up, listening to familiar footsteps slowly make their way to you. Finally making his way into the room you let your eyes roam over him, he was running a hand through his tawny hair you could tell he was exhausted.

“You look like shit.” You commented from the chair, alerting him to your presence.

“Could you just shut up, for now?” He was rubbing his temples now, not even bothering to look at you.

“That's fucking rich.” You laughed bitterness seeping into your voice, setting your glass down you got up walking towards him.

“Can we not do this right now? I'm fucking starving and my head's killing me.” Duncan groaned, opening his eyes to look at you.

“Oh sorry, should I call your assistant and schedule a time to do this?” You mocked crossing your arms.

“Y/n, please work was fucking hell today.” He tried again, irritation clear in his voice.

“Yeah does hell not have cell service? You could have at least texted me, maybe I wouldn't have wasted so much of my goddamn time.”

“I was busy Y/n. My time is important.” He tried to push past you towards the kitchen.

“And what mines not?” You asked anger clear in your voice, blocking his way.

“It's different, you know that. I can't drop everything to fucking beg for your forgiveness just because I can't make dinner.”

“You are such an ass.” You were starting to wish you just went to bed hours ago.

“Yeah and you're being a big fucking bitch right now, so how about you fucking move out of my way.” He was glaring at you now, jaw tense.

“Listen fucking here,” you grabbed his tie pulling him to your level. “I put up with a lot of shit from you, especially today. You blew me off almost all day and yet I still fucking made you dinner, and you couldn't even send me a text to tell me you were okay. And then when you do finally come home your a fucking asshole who won't even say “hey sorry I've been a dick, I'm sure the foods great babe.” No, you just waltz in here and say whatever the fuck you want.”

You pulled even tighter on his tie, noticing the change in his breathing. “You better not pull this shit with me again Shepherd.”

You let go of his tie taking one last look at him before turning away. “Have fun on the couch tonight Dunc.”

______

You couldn't help the lonesome ache you felt waking up alone again, even though you were the one who pushed him away for the night. A small part of you hoped that he would have followed you and try to make amends or at least tell you he was leaving this morning, but you knew that wouldn't happen.

You checked your phone, no messages from him, no surprise. It was already past 9 you knew he would have been at work for a while now, so god only knows when you would see him again.

Trying to shake away those thoughts you pulled yourself out of bed, going through your normal lazy day routine.

You just finished throwing on a pair of comfy shorts and one of Duncan's old t-shirts, when you noticed you heard sounds coming from somewhere else in the what should be empty apartment. Slowly making your way down the hall, you realized the sounds were coming from the kitchen.

Quietly peeking around the doorway you saw Duncan in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, with his back to you, fiddling with something on the counter.

“So what, did hell finally freeze over?” You quipped walking towards him.

“My phone hasn't stopped buzzing with angry messages from my uncle so I'm going to go with no.” Duncan glanced at you over his shoulder, before turning back to whatever he was doing.

“Well it's almost 10, and you don't look like you're sick. So what gives?” You leaned against the counter watching him cut up some fruit.

He took a deep breath setting down the knife. “I was an ass yesterday and I'm sorry, works been insane but I should at least have texted you.”

“That's a start.” You crossed your arms watching him.

“I know I've been blowing you off lately, but believe me it's not because I want to.” He moved so he was standing in front of you, placing his hands on your hips, blue eyes staring into yours.

“So what you're skipping one day of work to make up for weeks of this shit?” For as much as you wanted to just take it at face value, you were just so tired of all of this, and maybe just slightly itching for a fight.

“It's the start of my apology, once everything calms down some you and I are going to get away for a little while, no work, just us.” Duncan continued, leaning down lips ghosting over yours.

“Words are cheap, and you've been a real dick lately.” You pulled back a little, not giving in to him so easily.

“Then why don't you take some action and punish me?” You watched him slowly drop to his knees in front of you, hands sliding from your hips down your legs. His eyes were still staring into yours a slight smirk on his lips.

“I have to do all the work around here huh?” You asked quirking an eyebrow at him, running a hand through his hair.

“Are you going to pretend to be a good boy and take your punishment?” You watched him slightly nod his head, biting his bottom lip.

Removing your hand from his hair, you used your free hand to slap Duncan across his face hard enough to make a satisfying sound and your hand sting.

“I asked you a fucking question, use your words to answer me you fucking brat.” You grabbed a fistful of his hair forcing him to look at you again.

You watched Duncan work his jaw. “I'll be good.”

You slapped him again even harder, smirking at the small moan he let out. “Wanna try that again?”

“I'll be good, mama.” He muttered after a moment, head down eyes closed.

“Well we'll find out won't we?” You said more than asked. “I think it's time you really start your apology.” You grabbed his jaw, making him look up at you.

Duncan barely opened his mouth before you shushed him, watery eyes watching you curiously.

“Not like that Dunc, I'm fucking tired of listening to you run your mouth. I'm sure you're not so stupid that you can't think of another way to apologize?” You mocked, running a finger over his plush bottom lip, barely pushing in letting him run his tongue along the tip.

Duncan smirked, hands sliding back up your legs hooking his fingers on the waistband of your shorts, slowly tugging them down. You kicked them off to god knows where moving your legs to give him room to slide in.

Duncan leaned closer kissing at your inner thighs his beard rubbing against them. His kisses quickly turned to bites, he always wanted to leave some mark on you.

You let him tease for a moment before tugging sharply on his hair, you felt him groan against your thigh. “No teasing.” You ordered, loosening your grip but keeping your hand in his soft hair.

He left one last kiss on your thigh before leaning in further liking a broad strip against your still covered cunt.

“Damn, Y/n your already so wet.” He groaned, fingers playing with the top of your panties.

“Did I say you could talk? Keep acting like a brat and I'll treat you like one.” You warned, gripping his hair once again, not missing the slight stutter in his breath.

“Yes, mama.” Duncan whined, hazy blue eyes looking up at you, you felt him slowly start to pull your panties off.

You kicked them vaguely to where ever your shorts where keeping your attention on the man in front of you. You pushed slightly at his head, urging him to move back.

You felt him moan against you, tongue eagerly lapping at you. He alternated between fucking his tongue into trying to get even more of a taste and sucking on your clit to try and coax more sounds out of you.

“Fuck that's it, Dunc, show me how sorry you are baby.” You pulled even harder on his hair, spurring him on even more. You felt one of his large hands on the back of a leg giving in, you maneuvered it over his shoulder giving him an even better angle.

Duncan may like to run his mouth, but you couldn't deny that he knew how to use his mouth. You were willing to bet that right now he was using his tongue to spell his name on your clit, but you couldn't really find it in you to care. Epically when you felt his other hand creep up your leg, slowly pushing a finger into you.

“Fuck Duncan!” You didn't mean to moan it out, feeding into his ego not exactly being the best plan during a punishment, but you knew he heard from the way he was working even harder.

Duncan could tell you where closes, he worked a second finger into pumping them quickly in and out of you. Quickly falling over the edge you had both hands in his hair trying to pull him somehow even closer, hips involuntarily bucking against his face.

You felt him moan, lapping at you while you rode out your high and until you pulled him back. You loosened your grip on his hair, leaning back against the counter you looked back down at Duncan, watching him take his two-fingers still wet from you into his mouth. Making a show of cleaning them off.

“Taste good baby?” You ran your hand through his hair, you almost felt the need to apologize from how hard you were pulling but you knew what he liked.

He nodded, humming with his fingers still in his mouth, eyes half closed watching you. You always loved when he looked like this, shut up with something in his mouth. Long after they were surely clean Duncan pulled them from his mouth with a wet pop.

“So, how was that for an apology.” And there was that damned smirk, you had to admit it was handsome but it was far from what you wanted to see right now.

“Did I say you could speak?” You asked, which seemed to surprise him. “Baby if you think that's enough to make up for all the shit I had to deal with you've got another thing coming.”

“Now what's going to happen is your going to head to the bedroom and by the time I'm in there I expect you to be naked and ready for whatever I'm willing to give you.” Crossed your arms once again, a stern look on your face.

“No.” So that's what he wanted.

You stared him down, giving him one chance to back out. Duncan stayed quiet holding your stare, that damn smirk still on his face.

You gave him a sweet smile, before giving him a hard kick to his stomach. You watched him fold in on himself.

You bent down pulling him up by his hair to look at you, his smirk now gone. “I'm sorry, did that sound like a fucking question?”

“No, ma'am.” He almost moaned as you gripped his hair tighter.

“Good, then go do what I fucking told you to.” You spat, before letting go, his head dropping back down.

You straightened back up leaning against the counter arms crossed, watching Duncan take a deep breath before standing.

His eyes were locked on you, taking a step forward he put his hands on the counter caging you in.

“Duncan, go.” You did your best not to give him too much of a reaction, giving him an unimpressed look along with the order. “I'm not going to tell you again.”

Duncan leaned in closer you could feel his breath across your face.

“Fucking make me.”

You uncrossed your arms giving him a hard push against his chest, managing to force him to take a step back.

“That's it.” You practically growled, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. You quickly made your way down the hall, Duncan gave surprisingly little resistance letting you drag him along with you.

You didn't look back him till you made it to the bedroom, you maneuvered him to stand in front of the bed, letting you get a good look at him. It was hard not to notice how his eyes were blown wide, bottom lip between his teeth, it was clear that brat was fucking into it, and if that wasn't enough there were some more obvious clues thanks to the sweat pants.

“Really with brats like you I should take you over my knee but you know, i think you'd enjoy that too much.”  You watched something that looked like disappointment briefly flash over his face.

You crowded in closer to him, forcing him to back up till he hit the bed, moving to sit on the end of it. While you pushed even further till you were standing between his spread legs.

“Off.” You commanded pulling slightly a piece of his shirt, his smirk once more appearing before he pulled it over his head, tossing it away, he made himself comfortable leaning back slightly with his arms behind him.

“You're such an insufferable ass.” You rolled your eye at him.

“I was under the impression you liked my ass.” He didn't bother trying to disguise it as he let his eyes roam over your exposed skin, which was honestly most of it since at this point you were just in his t-shirt.

You gave a deep sigh, before surprising Duncan by sinking to your knees. But couldn't help but grin, his confusions was clearly written on his face but that didn't stop him from eagerly helping you when you moved to pull his pants off of him, revealing his hard leaking cock.

“No underwear? What a fucking slut.” You teased laughing lightly, you noticed the slight way his cock twitched at your words.

“I'm the slut? You're the on-” Duncan started, before you wrapped a hand around his hard cock, causing him to cut himself off with a groan.

“Well, you certainly sound like one.” You replied, as you slowly pumped your hand up and down, just enough to encourage some more sound from him.

“Now I think it's time your punishment really begins.” You let go of his cock but moved even closer, making eye contact you could see him trying to figure out your plan, mind always running a million miles a minute. Well at least until you ran your tongue from the base of his cock all the way to top, taking the tip into your mouth.

You saw him grip the comforter, eyes fluttering as he let out a deep moan. You took more of him into your mouth only spurred on by his sounds.

“Fuck,” He hissed, as you pulled up bringing your tongue to play with his slit. “Yeah, this is a much worse punishment than a spanking.” He never knew when to shut up, did he?

You felt him thread a hand into your hair trying to urge you back down. That wasn't going to fly with you. You pulled back off his cock completely giving him a hard slap to a thigh.

“This is a punishment, which means you don't get to touch me without permission.” You gave his other thigh another sharp slap, while Duncan moved his hand back to fisting the comforter, whining

“Do you understand?” You asked harshly, giving his thighs another quick slap.

“Yes, mama.” He moaned, hips slightly jerking up.

“And none of that.” You chastised using a hand to push down on his hip, while Duncan just nodded in response.

Satisfied you moved back running your tongue over his cock again. Taking in as much of him as you could in one go, wrapping your hand around what you couldn't fit.

“Fuck mama.” You could feel how tight his muscles were trying not to fuck into your mouth. Seems he was playing by the rules for once.

You kept at it sucking and licking his cock the ways you knew where his favorite, but really he couldn't find much to complain about anytime you had your mouth on him.

You knew he was getting close, as hard as he was trying his hips kept slightly jerking into your mouth, while he was just letting out a stream of unintelligible moans and whines.

You waited till you knew he was right on the cusp and you pulled off, taking all contacts away from his red spit covered dick, making him let out a long whine.

“Why the fuck did you stop?” Duncan asked between pants, blown out eyes staring down at you.

“Baby, did you forget?” You asked standing up, gently grabbing his jaw. “This is still your punishment.”

You gave him a firm push against his chest, he easily gave in laying down onto the bed.

You sat down beside him on the bed running a hand over his chest, living for the delicious little noises he made when you played with his nipples.

“You know if you had been a good boy and done as I asked I might have let you cum.” You mused, there was no way you would have but it's worth saying it just to watch the regret run over Duncan's face.

“But you can never just be a good boy for me, can you? Honestly, you act like an untrained puppy.” You teased running your hand back down his stomach to lightly tease his leaking cock.

“Maybe that's that's the issue, no one ever trained you huh?” You wrapped a hand lightly around him, pumping up and down at a near torturous pace.

“Well I suppose if you want something done right you have to do it yourself, and I bet you would look cute with a collar on.” You felt his cock twitch while he let out another deep moan.

“You would love that wouldn't you, We already know how you love when your mommy chokes you huh?”  You said more than asked, watching how he managed to flush, even more, nodding his head.

“Would you do that for me?” You smirked, hearing his reply of “Yes, please.” Intermixed with his whines.

“Maybe there is hope for you yet baby boy.” You slowly started speeding up your hand watching the way he was still, moderately successfully, trying to hold back from thrusting into your hand.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” You asked watching the ways his expression changed as you played with cock.

“No mama.” He whined out after a beat, still so fucking close.

“Your right, you were very bad.” You brought your thumb up to smear the precum gathered on his slit. “But I'm feeling generous so I'm going to make you a deal.”

“I'll let you cum, but only by fucking my hand.” You didn't think he was capable of getting any redder and yet you were proven wrong once again.

Duncan let out a whine, eyes popping open to see if you were serious. “If you're not interested I have better things to do with my day you know.”

You watched him closes his eyes again, groaning, before starting to slowly fuck himself with your hand.

“Not gonna let me see your eyes baby?” You asked pushing his sweat-soaked hair out of his face. “What are you imagining that it's your mama's tight pussy you’re fucking into right now? Well with how much precum you've let out it's probably about as wet.”

You watched him push his hips into your fist you knew he was almost there from his shakey rythem. You used your free hand to lightly play with his chest dragging even more noise out of him.

“Come on baby, be a good little slut and cum all over you mommy's hand already.” Your teasing seemed to drive him over the edge only managing a two little thrust before you felt his warm cum cover your hand.

You kept it wrapped around him helping him ride out his high until he started squirming under you, too sensitive.

You took your cum covered hand off his spent cock. Bringing it to your mouth taking a little taste for yourself, you could feel his eyes on you while you let out a little moan, before turning your attention back to him.

“What? Jealous?” Asked mocking him. “If you want a taste so bad then you can clean up your mess baby boy.”

He grabbed your wrist, licking and sucking all of his cum off of you, keeping eye contact with you.

He never could just fucking stop could he?

When you finally pulled your hand away, you moved so you could lay down beside him.

“So collars?” You asked teasingly, taking in his fucked out appearance.

“You're the one who brought it up.” Duncan groaned, rolling his eyes

“I'm thinking spikes!” You mused smirking. “I think that just screams all bark no bite.”

“I fucking hate you.” You couldn't help but laugh as Duncan lightly shoved you.

“Love you too.” Duncan managed to grab pillow tossing it at your head, only making you laugh more.

“You're something else.”

“I would fucking hope so.”

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[thatssonanii]

Fight

Bloodline Family Series / Parental Paragraphs

"Aye, Milo."

Taking his head out of his locker for a moment, Milo looked at his classmate with his brow raised. He was trying to switch his math book for his Spanish one while he waited for his cousins to meet him. They always walked to their third period class together.

"Your mama comin' to the game Friday?"

Milo rolled his eyes as he continued with what he was doing. "She's always at my games, VJ. Everybody knows that."

Milo watched VJ's two friends laugh and whispered behind him. His patience was starting to wear thin. Milo and his cousins never messed with VJ or his friends. Not their type of people.

"So, shit," he shrugged, "That mean your fine ass aunties comin' too then?"

"And so are my uncle's and my dad. You wanna say that shit to them? Cause I'm sure they'd love to hear it."

"Stop being so hostile, man. Just put in a good word for me and my boys. We know they fine asses get real lonely when they men ain't here."

Milo slammed his locker, cradling his Spanish book on his other hand. He glared at the three boys, he could feel his face start to heat up. "And what the hell would they want with y'all?"

"They look like they could use some dick," VJ said grabbing onto his dick. "Especially ya moms. Her face always tore up, ya pops must not know what he doin."

"Get outta here talkin about my mama. Don't get messed up."

VJ and his friends laughed as other students started to notice the tension. "Stop bein like that, Milo. I'm tryna help. Ya moms is just my type too. Small waist, nice titties and a fat ass. Shit, aunties got ass too."

As VJ threw his head back to laugh, Milo dropped his book and swung. His fist connecting with VJ's jaw. The hit knocked VJ off his feet. His friends that were once laughing now stood silently, watching their friend for his next move. None of them expected that from Milo. Just as VJ picked himself up a small crowd started to form around the boys, VJ's friends faded back into it.

"Your soft ass hit me in my fuckin' mouth. Ya ass can't take a joke?" VJ complained holding his jaw.

Milo huffed ignoring the pain in his hand. "Don't talk about my mama or my aunties. I told you that."

"I say whatever the fuck I wanna say. You got lucky that time, next time you better hope you don't miss."

"Whatever, bruh. Keep them out ya mouth."

"How bout this? You tell them to keep my dick outta they mouths then withcha bitch ass."

Milo attacked VJ's face and upper body with repeated blows. VJ was able to get two hits in before Milo tackled him to the ground. Those punches only pissed Milo off even more.

While Milo was beating VJ up, Eli and Koda were coming out of the stairwell. They were held up by their literature teacher. Koda saw the crowd and pointed it out to his cousin.

"Bet it's some hoes fightin'," Eli joked.

Koda laughed as they approached the cirlcle. "Let Auntie hear ya ass say that shit."

They boys bowed their way through the fight. They laughed at their peers who were screaming for someone to break it up and at the ones recording the fight. But when they got to the middle, their smiles were gone. Milo was still on top of VJ, VJ was attempting to fight back but it wasn't working. Milo was beating his ass. Both boys cursed to themselves before pulling Milo off of the boy. As they were pulling Milo back, the assistant principal and the principal came barreling through the tight circle with school security in tow. School security and principal grabbed the cousins up, escorting them to the office while the assistant cleared the other students and checked on VJ. The cousin got thrown inside the principal's office. The security left them with the principal.

"I expect this kind of behavior out of you two," Principal Brown said looking at Koda and Eli. "But you, Mr. Fatu. I'm shocked that you allowed your cousins pull you into this mess."

Eli sucked his teeth and threw his hands up. "I'm real offended that you think that low of me, Mr. Brown. It wasn't even me, I was the peace maker. Koda too."

"Peace maker my foot. You just close your mouth until your parents get here."

"Forreal," Koda stressed. "The fight had started before we even got there. We broke it up, Milo was beatin' VJ ass."

"Watch your mouth, Mr. Reigns. Is that true, Mr. Fatu?" He asked with the phone to his ear.

Milo said nothing, he stared straight ahead. Opening and closing his fists.

"It's true," Eli answered loudly, "I ain't get nan lick in. Cuzzo ain't let us get a two piece, nothin. Straight dogged VJ ass."

"I was talking to that Mr. Fatu. Not you, Eli." Mr. Brown said dialing the first number. "And watch your mouth."

"I just got a question. Why they get 'Mr." and I'm just Eli. That's messed up, Mr. Brown. Thought we were better than that."

All three sets of parents pulled up at the same time. The men allowed their wives to go in front of them. Jimmy and Trinity were pissed, they didn't have time to deal with Eli and his attitude. Kandice and Roman were annoyed, Koda was always following up Eli. They were sure whatever happened could have been avoided. Apryl and Jey were upset that Eli no good ass couldn't stay his ass out of trouble therefore Milo couldn't stay his ass out of trouble. Simba was just happy to be out of the house and able to go to Milo's school. He skipped in between the group of parents. The secretary allowed them into the conference room where the principal had moved the boys. Jimmy and Trinity went straight to Eli, both of them slapping him in the back of his head.

"Yoooo," he sung out holding his had, "Yall wild. That wasn't even me! It was Creed over there."

Kandice twisted Koda's ear. "What did you do?"

"Me? Im the most innocent thing sittin' in here. Mike Tyson over there knocking people out and that one said hoes again. It's them Fatu boys, Mama. I'm an angel."

Roman smacked the back Koda's neck, glaring down at him.

"I'm just sayin', Pop."

"How about you don't say anything?" Roman warned.

Simba climbed into his brother's lap, the parents sat on either side of their children waiting for the principal to tell them what happen.

"Seems that you sons were involved in a fight with another boy. The boy is bruised up pretty bad, there's an ambulance on the way for him."

"Ambulance? What did y'all do?" Trinity asked glaring at her son. "Yall jumped that boy? For what?"

"What? No! We," Eli stressed pointing to himself and Koda, "didn't get nan lick in, Ma. Milo fought that boy."

"Stop lyin," Jimmy spat.

Mr. Brown cleared his throat. "If I may. Eli is telling the truth. I viewed the cameras, it was a one on one fight. Mr. Fatu fought the other boy. Eli and Mr. Reigns here we're trying to break it up. But Eli, you did, in fact, get a hit in. I saw that much. Mr. Reigns did also but it was after Mr. Fatu hit him on accident and Mr. Reigns assumed the other boy hit him though."

"See. Here we go with this Eli stuff. I wanna be 'Mr. Fatu', call fight night over there Milo."

"Shut your ass up, Elijan."

"Yes, Mama." Eli sat back in his chair pouting. Even when he wasn't in trouble, he was in trouble.

"So what you're saying is my son did this," Apryl asked with a smirk. "Can we see this footage? Cause I don't know if I believe that my goofy baby did that. Especially for the boy to need an ambulance."

Mr. Brown went to stand but Eli held his hand up making every adult in the room suck their teeth. "Koda got the video, Auntie. Shorty from first period sent it to him." Eli smirked.

"Why that lil heffa got your number?" Kandice whispered.

"Not the time, Kandi," Roman chastised, "Give me your phone, Koda."

Koda unlocked his phone and went to the message thread before handing the phone over. "Aight. Pops don't scroll left or right and as soon as the video is over look away."

Roman glared at his son as he snatched the phone out of his hands. The twins, Trinity and Apryl got up to get a closer look at the phone. They gasped and cussed to themselves as they watched the beat down Milo gave. Once the video was over, Apryl couldn't help but smile. She was proud. Patting her son on the back when she got back to her seat.

"I'm just still confused. My son is goofy as shit, he don't do stuff like that." Jey argued.

"I mean, he is my kid, Jey. I taught him something. Bedside that goofy shit he got from you."

"Look at his hands, Apryl. His knuckles are bruised and bleeding."

"That's cause he beat his ass, Jey."

Jey waved her off turning his attention back to the principal. "Why were they fighting?"

"Apparently the boy made some unsavory comments about both Mrs. Fatus and Mrs. Reigns. Mr. Fatu attempted to settle the issue verbally but the boy kept talking."

Trinity looked around her brother in law to Milo, a small smile on her face. "I appreciate you standing up for us, Lo. But you didn't have to do all that."

"We're grown, baby. Whatever he said doesn't matter, you know it wasn't true."

"With all due respect, Mama," Koda added. "VJ mouth is reckless. If it's anything like what he said to me and Eli the other day then ion blame Milo for gettin his ass."

"Yeah. Me and Koda got his ass though. He tried Milo cause he thought my boy wasn't bout shit." Eli shrugged. Trinity turned slowly to look at her son. She wanted to tell him to be quiet but she knew all he was trying to do was help.

"What did he say to y'all, Ko?" Roman asked now starting to calm his nerves.

Koda looked at his dad then at his mama and shook his head. "I can't say."

"Tell me, Koda."

"I'd like to, Pops but I can't repeat what he said. There's women in the room," He sighed, "One of which will beat me if I tried."

Every adult in the room then turned their attention to Eli, who sat playing with his fingers oblivious to their watching. Jimmy smacked his chest lightly gaining his attention. "What's up, Dad?"

"Tell us what he said to y'all."

"But there's women and a child in the room," he smirked.

"And your ass don't care any other time. Start talking, Elijan."

"Aight, aight. Don't hit me," he demanded pointing his finger at his mama. She pushed it away and told him to talk. "He asked me and Koda if we thought our Mamas would fuck him, course we said fuck no and he got all pissy. So then he was like Mama, Auntie A and TK got dick sucking lips so I punched his ass in the stomach. He kept talking shit though. He was like 'ima fuck ya mamas and be ya step daddy' or some stupid as shit like that so Koda slapped fire from his ass. He said something else so we caught him after school and beat his ass."

"Koda Makai," Kandice sneered pinching his arm.

"What, Mama? We wasn't letting nobody talk about y'all like that. Fuck we look like? I'm glad Milo beat VJ ass. He need to learn to keep his mouth shut."

"That's enough, Koda," Roman said squeezing his shoulder. Koda sucked his teeth and sat back in his chair.

"He lucky we wasn't there or it would've been worse," Eli added with a nod.

Apryl rubbed the side of Milo's face still wearing her proud smile. Simba laid against his brother's chest, playing with the buttons on Milo's shirt. "I'm proud of you for standing up for us, baby. But maybe next time you hold back a lil bit."

"Apryl," Kandice and Trinity called.

"What? I'm just saying. I'm not condoning fighting but it was for a good reason."

"Stop talkin, A." Apryl rolled her eyes at her husband, she went back to rubbing her baby's face. They didn't have to be proud of him, she was.

The principal stood to leave the room. "I'm gonna go get their paperwork. Mr. Reigns and Mr. Eli will be suspended for eight days per policy. Even though they were helping, it's against policy and they both threw punches." Their parents nodded, they understood. "And Mr. Fatu would be suspended for ten days as well as the other young man. They will not be able to play in the game this Friday, either."

As soon as the door closed behind the principal, Eli started laughing. "Ayyye. He gave me respect. I knew we were cool."

"You shut your ass up," Jimmy chastised. "You just happy you ain't in trouble this time."

"Damn right. We bout to enjoy these days," he laughed holding his hand out to Koda. Koda went to slap his cousin's hand but he could feel both parents staring holes in the sides of his head. "Come on TK and Unc. We ain't do shit this time. We not in trouble."

"Didn't your daddy tell you to hush?" Kandice asked sternly.

"He actually told me to shut my ass up, TK. There's a difference." Eli sassed then put his hands up to block the hits he knew was coming.

"Lo, you good? You hurt?"Jey asked examining his hands.

"No, he not hurt. My baby don't have a scratch on him. That's my baby."

"He's your baby but you ain't realized his ass ain't said shit the whole time we been here, Apryl."

Apryl's smile turned into a frown. She was so happy to hear Milo finally got into a fight and won that she didn't realize he was still upset. "What's wrong, baby?" She asked softly. Milo pushed away from the table, he sat Simba in his Mama's lap before getting up. Jey asked what was wrong but Milo ignored him, making a b line for the door. His father, uncles and cousins trying to stop him as his mama, brother and aunties watched in confusion. They held him back but that didn't stop him from trying to get out the door.

"Where you tryna go, son?" Jey asked now standing in front of Milo. "Where you goin, baby?"

"To get VJ. I wasn't finished."

"You got em, cuz. I'm sure his ass regret all the shit he been sayin." Eli assured patting his back.

The men held Milo back until he stopped fighting them and laid all his weight on his father. Jey held him tightly, whispering a few things to his first born. He kept talking until Milo's breathing became regular again. Apryl watched them starting to feel bad. She had no idea he was that upset. The principal came back in with their papers. He had questions but decided against asking and just gave their papers out letting them know they could leave. Jey held onto his son as they walked through the office in front of the rest of the family. They passed VJ on their way out, all of them shocked at the damage Milo had done. All of them except Simba. Simba wiggled out of his Mama's arms to run over to VJ. He screamed then started attacking the young man. "Don't touch my brodder! My brodder!" Apryl and Trinity pulled him off, trying not to laugh. Kandice got him from them, holding Simba tightly under her arm as he kicked and screamed out the office.

[ughthatimagineblog]

merry christmas!

steve harrington x reader

requested:  Could you do a Steve Harrington smut and his Christmas present is you😉😂

word count: 1820

warnings: smUT smut smut, cussing, smut, mainly smut, possibly poorly written smut, but smut

a/n: wow this was inspired by an idea i had but mainly the prompt (you as a gift) was requested. brb yall i gtg pray

  “Oh my god!” Stacy squealed as you showed her what was under your sweater and jeans. “It’s red, too? How in the hell will you pull this off?” She asked with astonishment and a grin of pure evil spread across your face.

“My parents are leaving at three today to go to Muncie for my dad’s business Christmas get together or something. Apparently all his coworkers bring their wives every year on the twenty first and they all have dinner and talk about sales and they stay in a fancy hotel and shit. But what that means for me is that my parents won’t be home until the next day.” You grinned.   “Steve has been gone to visit extended family the past two weeks. Without me. And we might have made up a rule we aren’t allowed to get off without each other. The boy will beg for his Christmas gift this year.” You told her and she began to shake her head, her lips upturned in an expression that mirrored your own. It was made up of pure mischief.    “You dirty, dirty girl.” She grinned before you both gathered your things and walked out. You could hardly wait for tonight.

  At seven fifteen you were waiting patiently in your living room. Steve would be over any second and despite you being ecstatic, you were also nervous as can be. You never had done anything like this before but you had also been feeling fairly confident and now was no time for nerve. Your outfit looked perfectly normal but you knew what the big secret was.

You flinched when your doorbell rang and suddenly your heart beat raced a thousand miles an hour.   You answered the door with a dazzling smile and your eyes lit up. “Steve!” You said happily, jumping into your boyfriend’s arms. He whispered your name into the crook of your neck as you hugged him and he breathed in your scent. Oh, how he missed you.   “Come in.” You told him, giving him a soft kiss.  You both sat down on the couch and you smiled as he shuffled with something in his pocket. “I have something for you.” He told you and he pulled out a long black box. You put a hand over your heart as you opened it. It was a long necklace with a circle and chain that you were sure would reach past your collar bone.   “Wanna wear it now?” He asked, smiling at your astonished reaction. “Yes, of course.” You could barely contain your smile. “I’ll go get your gift.” You told him, standing up. He caught your hand. “You didn’t have to get me anything.” He looked at you innocently. Poor baby. You thought.   Instead, you just smiled softly. “I know.” You nodded and walked down the hall to your room.   Undressing, you looked at yourself in the mirror as you tied the small ribbon in your hair. It was the only thing holding your locks. You smirked as you looked over the lacy piece you wore. You took four breaths before heading back out and walking down the hallway.   You found Steve fiddling with a stray hem on his jeans, not noticing you. He thought of something to say and began to ask a question, but cut himself off when he saw you.    “Hey, Y/N, do you. . .” He his mouth dropped and you smirked.  “Merry Christmas, baby.” You walked over to him and once you got close enough, seductively leaned down and dragged your fingers along his jawline. He began to stutter, now blushing.   “You- you look-” “Shh.” You told him, taking the same fingers to glide over his lips. As they dragged down, his mouth went slack and his bottom lip fell open in motion with your touch.   “I can only imagine how much you missed me.” You stood straight up again and reached up grabbing one ribbon tail and pulled. Your soft hair fell down around your shoulders.   Your nervousness vanished as you saw his reaction. “You deserve the best gift baby.” You walked over to him, sensual flipping your hair back over your shoulders. You leaned in, kissed him and dragged your teeth over his lips slowly. You felt his hand reach up but you caught it mid air. “But, you gotta show me you do.” You told him, pushing his hands back down.   “If you touch the artwork, and it’s all over.” You whispered in his ear and you could feel his member growing harder by the second. You pulled away and looked at him to make sure he understood. “Understand?” You asked and he nodded, gulping.   “Good.” You smirked.  You got up off of him and stood, unhooking your garters you put on earlier. You then proceed to sit on the coffee table you cleared off (for this purpose) and slowly unrolled your stockings.   You looked over and found Steve rubbing his cock through his jeans. You got up, took both of his hands and pressed them to the back of the couch. “Nuh, uh.” You scolded with a tsk.   You sat on his lap and began to kiss him slowly, making sure to lick his lower lip every now and then. After you were sure what you were feeling press against your core was his, now painfully, hard member you began to grind down, letting a small moan escape your lips.   He nearly bucked his hips and you saw his hands gripping your couch so hard, you saw white on his knuckles. “Miss me, baby?” You asked in a sultry voice as you gripped the back of the couch and he looked up to you, desperate look in his eyes. “Yes.” His voice came out cracked and airy. You smirked and let out a small laugh.   “Can you feel me?” You asked, nearly mocking. “Feel my tight pussy over your hard jeans? Wanna feel more? Huh, Stevie?” You asked in the same tone. “Oh, God yes.” He nearly groaned.    “What do you wanna do, baby?” You asked him and he bit his lip as you felt him try and grind up against you. You immediately lifted up. “Mmm, I wanna feel you on me.” He said quietly.   “Yeah?” The mocking tone returned to your lips. You slowly reached up, being sure to run your fingers over your breasts first, and you pulled down your straps and then the top of your lingerie, exposing your chest. Steve began to lean forward, wanting to bury his face in them.    You quickly put it back on and he looked up at you. “I’m nearly naked and you’re still clothed. Unfair.” You fake pouted and stood up. “Up. Undress.” You commanded.”But-”   “Okay, I guess the show’s over.” You began to walk away but saw Steve reach out to touch you. You held up a hand. “Nuh, uh, uh.” You told him and he retracted his hand.    “Undress.” You told him again. He obeyed and began to strip in front of you. His shirt was lost first and then his jeans followed. You walked over to him and glided your pointer finger along his cheek and when you got to his mouth, used it to pry his bottom lip open and you kept your hand at his face, thumb on top of his chin and your pointer finger under his jaw.  You stood up taller and kissed his lips, biting his lower one. Before you pulled away, you whispered.. “Good boy.” This time a low moan escaped his mouth. He fell back onto the couch and you got on your knees, pressing a kiss to the bulge in his boxers. There was a dark spot on them that was growing and you knew it was just precum.  You smirked and slowly slid them down, his dick now out in the open.You took it in your hands and he flinched a little from pleasure. He was sensitive from being without your touch or any touch for days.   You looked up at him and smirked, pressing a little kiss to the head before sucking on it, your lips wrapped around it.He threw his head back and let out a groan. You felt yourself get wet at the sound.  “Fuck.” He choked out when you went all the way down, his cock pressing against the back of your throat.   “Please.” He said, desperate coating his words. You sucked on his length a little more before swirling your tongue and pulling off with a pop. “Please what, baby?” You asked, innocent, batting your eyelashes. “I wanna fuck you.” He said lacking any hesitation.   You stood up, wiping your lip off, collecting the saliva that collected there. You leaned forward, one hand on the back of the couch as you inserted your finger into Steve’s mouth. He closed his lips around your finger and you smiled and pulled it away, leaving his mouth open.  “Beg.”    Shocked was a word that did not do Steve’s emotions justice. Aroused beyond belief and surprised barely made the cut. He let out a sort of erotic, half manic half so crazed from arousal sort of laugh before looking at you with pleading eyes. “Please, Y/N, let me fuck you.” He pleaded.   “I don’t think you want to.” You said nonchalantly. “Yes, I do. Please, Jesus fucking Christ yes I do. Please let me fuck you.” He begged, nearly bucking from the ‘no touch’ rule.   You watched him struggle a little more as you took off your lingerie slowly. You sat beside him and ran a couple fingers over his body, making him shiver at your touch.   “Okay.” You said and it was like a switch.   Not a moment later was Steve on top of you, kissing you as hard as humanly possible. He lifted your leg and felt between your legs, feeling your pussy and he pulled his hand away to reveal it was soaking. He moaned and you looked at his cock, seeing it was deliciously hard.   “Fuck. So fucking tight.” Steve said harshly as he slid his cock in you and you let out an erotic moan feeling his dick inside you after such a long time. “Holy shit.” You said in an airy tone as he began to fuck you and fuck you hard.   With every stroke you felt your insides open and close in rhythm with his hips. “That’s it, baby, fuck me.” You whispered to him and he moaned out.   “Such a good boy.” You praised and you came, proclaiming that you were as you did so.    This was enough to send Steve over the edge. He pulled out and came over your stomach, breaths erratic.   He sat back on the couch, red and heavy breathing, mirroring you. He got up and cleaned you up, sitting next to you on the couch. It took about five minutes before you heard him mumble.   “Best Christmas present ever.”

@editinspire I hope you enjoyed!

[jeontaeh]

〚THIRTY NINE〛

Jungkook got confronted by Hoseok, Yoongi, and Namjoon a week later.

He was in the library during the study period, listening to Dolly Parton while doing math homework. Because nothing solved calculus like some good old country music! He was halfway done when he heard a clearing of a throat.

"Jeon." A voice came abruptly, and Jungkook took his earphone out and looked up, raising his eyebrow when he saw the three boys. Namjoon in his glasses, Yoongi with his disheveled shirt sticking out of his trousers, and Hoseok looking slightly nervous.

"What?" Jungkook asked, voice flat.

With everything that had been going on so far in the school year, three of his best friends suddenly shunning him and pretending like he never existed was one of the worst. He was close to them. Maybe not how close he was to Jimin, but it still counted.

They ate lunch together every single day. Jungkook used to help Yoongi with his Chemistry assignments. Hoseok used to call Jungkook 'Kookie Boy' and always grin when Jungkook scowled. Namjoon used to help Jungkook with his English homework, always ruffling his hair afterward.

To just... ignore him like that. To completely push him away and even actively make homophobic remarks towards him. It sucked.

"We wanted to talk to you." Hoseok stated, and Jungkook saw the orange haired boy and then bit his lip.

"Okay..." Jungkook trailed and then saw Namjoon sigh. "Jungkook- we came here to apologize. About being so... rude about the gay thing."

Jungkook stilled. He looked at them with widened eyes. Hoseok nodded. "We were assholes to you. You don't deserve that, Jungkook! I've been wanting to apologize for ages, honestly. It just... it occurred to us suddenly how badly we fucked up." Hoseok mumbled.

"Why now?" Jungkook asked, and then saw Yoongi give him a look.

"Yesterday at football practice- one of the guys made a homophobic comment towards Sehun. Sehun didn't say anything, but V got really mad and yelled at everyone. Said stuff about how we were being ignorant and shouldn't make jokes like these." Yoongi said, hands in pockets.

Jungkook stilled. "Oh." Jungkook said, looking down at his notebook.

"We're sorry. Truly. Jin also kind of beat our ass." Namjoon said, and Jungkook bubbled out a giggle. "So yeah. We don't expect you to forgive us-"

"I don't. Not instantly. But- but people make mistakes. And you guys are still young, so the earlier you decide to change, the better." Jungkook said, giving the boys a small smile. Hoseok and Namjoon smiled brightly, while Yoongi just gave him a small smile. "I forgive you guys."

"Yay!" Hoseok said, and then jumped into the seat beside him, startling Jungkook. "You look bored as fuck doing maths. Let me show you this new track the three of us have been working on-" Hoseok said, taking his phone out.

"You guys do music now?" Jungkook gasped, grinning. It made him realize he hadn't had a proper conversation with them for months. Random small words exchanged during classes and football practice didn't count.

"Yeah! We rap." Namjoon said, and Jungkook giggled. "Or at least we try to." Yoongi added.

"I'm sure you're great! Let me hear it-" Jungkook said, and then got lost in mindless chatter with the boys.

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eka11 omg i use that

jeonjungkooks omg wig

eka11 anyways wbk you're a bottom hows sehun been... is he still like 'fuck me daddy i'll be ur good little boy and take ur fat cock'

jeonjungkooks sehun has never said those words ever in his entire existence in humanity

jeonjungkooks and anyways idk we haven't had sex for a while

jiminpark 👀

jeonjungkooks like it just gets awkward so i just suck him off or something :/

eka11 no offense but why are u still dating him

eka11 he deadass cheated on u lmaooo

jiminpark didnt u cheat on like all of your boyfriends

eka11 this isnt about me

jeonjungkooks because he came over after that whole fiasco and i was crying he kind of comforted me and stuff and kept apologizing he told me that he was scared i dont like him back

jiminpark you dont

jeonjungkooks and idk i just had some fam issues so i was being mean to everyone sorry <3

eka11 its okay bby

eka11 but break up with sehun

jeonjungkooks i dont want to hurt him again! wait he texted me one sec

oohsehun babe there's a spring prom coming up omg lets go! matching clothes and all

jeonjungkooks we'll get bullied

oohsehun true

jeonjungkooks but sure sehunnie <3

oohsehun <3 <3 <3

///

"10-minute water break!" Coach announced, and the boys scurried off the field and towards the benches to go drink water. Taehyung heard him, but didn't care. He glared at the red circle on the goal post in front of him. He needed to hit the target at least once.

Taehyung hit the ball hard, fast. All the boys watched as the ball went straight towards the center of the goal, but missed the target by half an inch. The boys all gasped at how close he was, but Taehyung groaned to himself, crouching down and breathing heavily.

"V go get water. Don't exert yourself," Coach said, and Taehyung grumbled under his breath and stood up to walk over to the benches. The boys were all talking. Taehyung picked his water bottle and squeezed it tightly, squirting the water into his mouth.

"That's what good pussy tastes like."

"God, shut up." Taehyung begged Jackson, who huffed and turned away.

"Are you guys going for that Spring Prom shit?" Yoongi asked the guys, who hummed, some sounding annoyed. "Yeah. My girlfriend's making me. I rather stay in and fuck, but-"

"Tell me about it, bro. Talked to this girl one fucking time and suddenly I'm her boyfriend. She's making me go too. But we might have sex after, so I'm doing it." Another guy said.

"I'm going with Jungkook." Sehun said off-handedly, looking into space. Taehyung ignored how those simple words made it feel like someone straight up STABBED him.

"Dude... y'know ever since I've stopped thinking being gay was weird.... I realized liking dudes isn't much different than liking girls. Like, there are some dudes who are like... hella cute and shit. But I don't wanna date 'em. Y'know?" Jackson voiced. The boys snickered, some grimaced as if saying we don't know.

"You're probably just bicurious." Taehyung mumbled, and the guys looked at him, saw him wiping his sweat off with a towel. "Like you're straight but are into having sex with dudes too."

"Woah. That's a thing? Holy shit, I've been confused as fuck these past few weeks." Jackson gasped, and Taehyung hummed.

Sehun suddenly got up and left. Taehyung ignored him. He heard a gasp. "What does it mean if I like dick in my mouth?"

"You're fucking gay Bambam."

"Would you guys ever hook up with a dude? Like, for experimentation and shit?" Namjoon asked.

Jimin hummed. "Yeah. I wouldn't mind. How do I know I don't like it if I've never tried it?"

"Just like I know I wouldn't like your mom's pussy in my face."

"Fuck you."

"I guess I'd only hook up with a dude if I was really really into him. Not just like that." Mark mumbled, sounding weary.

"What about you, V?" Jin asked, looking at him. Taehyung looked at him, casually. He opened his mouth to speak. Right when he was about to-

"Guys Jungkook got us cookies," Sehun said brightly.

Taehyung didn't hear. "Nah I'd never fuck a dude. That's fucking gay, bro. I'm not into that kind of-"

Jimin coughed VERY loudly. Taehyung turned and saw Jungkook right behind him. Taehyung widened his eyes.

"Oh." Taehyung let out. Jungkook looked in disbelief. Taehyung's breath hitched. "Hey, um-"

"Seriously?" Jungkook asked, voice small. "Still?"

"Jungkook-" Taehyung tried, but Jungkook just snickered humorlessly and then moved away from Taehyung, grabbing Sehun.

"Meet me after practice." Jungkook said softly, and then kissed him on the mouth and turned around by the hell, walking away. Taehyung saw him walking away and sighed.

Jimin walked up to Taehyung after Sehun walked away, oblivious. Jimin looked at Taehyung. "How the fuck do you further fuck up something already so fucked up?"

"I don't know." Taehyung breathed out, and Jimin just shook his head, letting the boy deal with this mess himself. Taehyung saw Jungkook walk off the field as if he was disappointed, but not surprised.

"Boys, back on the field. Last one here has to take 3 laps-" Coach began, and all the boys got up and ran. Taehyung walked slowly, knowing he'd end up doing laps anyway because he stays back after practice to practice more these days.

"Okay boys. We've been target practicing to perfect our kick. And, I'll be honest, ya'll suck." Coach said, and the boys hung their heads low. "Like WOW. None of you hit the target even ONCE."

Taehyung pushed past the group of boys huddled in a circle and faced the open goal post which had the red circle in front of it. Still? Jungkook's words rang in his head. Taehyung saw the ball in front of it, and then took a few steps back.

Taehyung clenched his jaw and locked his ankle, eyes boring into the ball in front of him. He took a chaste step forward, hitting his planter foot to the right of the ball. His foot needed to control how the ball moved, rather than letting the ball control his foot-

Taehyung kicked the ball forcefully, feeling the power gliding smoothly down his calf to his foot as it merged with the ball and sent it spiralling towards the net. It hit the target perfectly.

The boys saw that and started clapping and shouting, some telling the coach that he took the L. Coach watched Taehyung and smirked, and Taehyung turned around and saw the boys.

"You're seriously as good as the pros," Youngjae said excitedly.

"We're so going to win our next match!" Hoseok said, jumping up and down.

Sehun suddenly shouted. Everyone froze and looked at him. Sehun groaned, putting his hands on his face.

"What're you doing, Coach?" Sehun asked, voice low. "Why'd you make me Captain?" Sehun asked wearily. Everyone widened their eyes, and Taehyung tensed.

"You alright kid?" Coach asked, and Sehun shook his head. He shook his head and then reached his hands behind his back and took his jersey off. He took the red material off and then chucked it on the floor.

"I don't want to be captain anymore. Not when V's clearly so much fucking better than me. It's not fair to him nor to the team." Sehun snapped, and Taehyung was frozen, eyes wide.

"Oh." Taehyung breathed out. Sehun was shirtless now, and breathed heavily. "I don't want to take something away from someone if it clearly belongs to them. And the position of Captain clearly belongs to you," Sehun said, and picked his jersey up and handed it to Taehyung.

"This is... really. Really fucking sick, dude." Taehyung said softly, in awe. "Fuck. I could kiss you right now." Taehyung grumbled to himself.

"R-really?" Sehun asked, eyes growing wide, glittering, cheeks turning a bit pink. Taehyung frowned at that.

"What? No. It was a fucking hyperbole- anyways! Thank you, Sehun. But I don't think Coach can-" Taehyung began, and then he heard a groan.

"Come on, coach! V should be Captain again! He's nice now, too! He apologised to Youngjae."

"He did WHAT?! Holy shit, he has changed!" Coach gasped, and then looked at Taehyung, who was gulping. "Look, kid. I have to discuss this with the principal-"

"Becoming Captain would help me get into a good school, coach." Taehyung said softly, hands coiled, eyes big. He reminded the coach of the kid he met four years ago, with ruffled brown hair and big brown saddened eyes, just sticking through because of the determination and passion he had for football.

"Jeez. Okay, um- I'll hold a vote tomorrow. After discussing it with the principal." Coach promised, patting Taehyung's back. "Now get back to practice!"

Taehyung smiled, and looked at Sehun, snickering. "You taking your shirt off was useless, by the way. This jersey has your name on it. Plus I still have my Captain's jersey-"

"It still made the statement though- you can't deny that." Sehun said, and then tugged his jersey back on.

"Thanks." Taehyung mumbled, looking away. He could never looked someone in the eyes while saying something nice to them.

"No problem. Consider it an apology for what I did... before." Sehun mumbled, and then chuckled awkwardly and ran away, flustered. Taehyung sighed to himself, coiling his fists.

I'm in love with your boyfriend, Taehyung wanted to shout out. But he didn't. Instead, he felt something. Certain confident courage he'd always had coursing through his veins.

///

"I'm sorry," Taehyung said two days later to Jungkook, who he found alone in the washroom, standing in front of the mirror.

"I'm not the person you should be apologizing to." Jungkook said softly, and then turned around and walked away- and that was the only interaction they had.

And then two days after that, Taehyung lifted his head up and saw Jungkook standing in front of his food table.

"Yourself. Apologize to yourself." Jungkook stated simply. Taehyung was confused, but Jungkook turned around and left, leaving him like that, with only those few words to hang on by.

The week passed like that. With a certain fog in Taehyung's mind. He thought about what Jungkook said. Apologize to yourself. He didn't quite understand. He wanted to know more, but Jungkook did tell him to leave him alone.

Taehyung saw Jungkook by the lockers and walked up to him, opening the locker beside him (even though it was Yoongi's, but, whatever) and hesitated.

"Why can't things go back to normal?" Taehyung asked aloud.

"I don't know what normal is with you." Jungkook said, and then walked past him. Taehyung closed his locker in front of him, leaning against it and sighing out.

Their next conversation was the night before the prom.

"Will you ever forgive me for hurting you?" Taehyung asked, standing by the water fountain. Jungkook was also by the water fountain, and Taehyung saw his fingers tighten around the ceramic sink.

"I already have." Jungkook breathed out softly, and then leaned down to the water fountain to get water between his pretty lips.

"Why're you with Sehun?" Taehyung asked, puzzled, leaning against the pillar which was attached to the water fountain/

"I like him."

"You don't."

"You sound quite certain for someone who's so shit with their feelings." Jungkook said sharply, and then brought his head up to look at Taehyung, who had a blank expression on his face. "Sorry," Jungkook said quicker, turning around and walking away, again.

The night of the prom arrived.

Taehyung stood in front of his mirror, looking at himself. He was wearing a white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, making his veins prominent. Along with that, he wore black trousers. It was simple, but honestly, he was only going because Yoongi promised he'd give him weed after.

He heard a sharp knock on the door. Taehyung was confused as to who would come to his dorm, and opened the door, and saw Eka and Jimin. Taehyung's eyebrow rose at them.

"You guys look good. Shit, is it so fancy?" Taehyung asked, annoyed. Eka was wearing a tight silver dress, short and lifting her boobs up, her eyeliner sharp and lipstick black. Jimin had his hair swept back, showing his forehead. He was wearing a red suit.

"It is. You're not wearing that." Eka said, turning Taehyung around and pushing him into his bedroom.

"I literally don't give a fuck about this prom. I'm single and sad and want to get high." Taehyung protested.

"What the fuck is on your head," Jimin stated while looking up at Taehyung. Taehyung sighed. "It's a Gucci headband. I like wasting my dad's money."

"Understandable. Put this on." Eka said, having opened Taehyung's closet and taken out a black suit jacket. She handed it to Taehyung, who rolled his eyes and shrugged the suit jacket on.

"Here." Jimin said, picking out a Rolex watch from his desk and handing it to him. Taehyung wrapped it around his wrist, and then snickered to himself. "What?" Jimin asked, and Taehyung shook his head.

("You look hot as fuck in a suit." Jungkook said, eyes wide as he wrung his fingers around Taehyung's wrist. "C-can you fuck me with it on?"

"I can and I will.")

"Nothing. Just reminiscing the past." Taehyung said, and Eka huffed. "Dramatic bitch. Now come on." Eka said, walking out of Taehyung's dorm.

"You look hot as fuck, Eka." Taehyung said, putting his hands in his pocket. "In a friend kinda way."

"Thanks. I know." Eka said, and Taehyung snickered. Jimin eyed him and glared. Taehyung rolled his eyes.

They walked to the sports hall, where the Spring Prom was taking place. The student council went overboard with this Prom stuff. Decorating the hallways weeks before. Putting big banners which said 'SPRING PROM!' on them. Announcing it every goddamn day on the speakers.

When they walked into the sports hall, they saw it completely decorated. The sides of the walls were lined with paper mache trees which had pink blossoms on it. It looked pretty. Taehyung couldn't remember what the room looked like before, in fact. The tables on the side were lined with food and drinks. No alcohol, but someone always snuck it in. Teachers stood by the side, talking to themselves and looking around to make sure no one was doing anything wrong. There was a stage against the wall, some music nerds standing on it, playing music for the event. Everyone who went to the school was there, practically. People were dancing, talking with their friends, or just having a good time.

"Wow," Eka murmered, and the three walked into the room, looking around. Taehyung was bored already. "Why'd you guys come to my room by the way? Did you, like, know I was going to underdress?"

"No. You've just been upset for the past few... weeks. We were making sure you were actually coming. Yoongi told us about how he made you believe he had weed-"

"He was lying? Motherfucker. I'm leaving." Taehyung said, turning around sharply. The moment he did, he froze.

Jungkook stood by the entrance, looking around with his big curious eyes. He looked nervous, palpable hesitance showing from his stance. He was wearing a silky white shirt which was tucked into his tight black trousers, accentuating his waist. He wore a floral suit jacket and a choker.

"Wow," Taehyung let out this time, already feeling his insides going weak. Taehyung didn't see Eka and Jimin beside him give each other a knowing look, and then look ahead at Jungkook, who spotted the three.

"Hi!" Jungkook said, smiling and running up to them, looking less tense when he saw them. "Y-you said to meet me by the entrance." Jungkook said softly.

Taehyung wanted to give him a thousand kisses. "Sorry, Kookie. We came in. Doesn't this place look beautiful?" Jimin asked.

"Yeah! They're really going deep with this spring theme thingy," Jungkook giggled. Taehyung wanted to give him a million kisses now.

Jungkook looked at Taehyung, and tensed. Taehyung didn't know why. It was probably his presence. So Taehyung just gave the boy a small smile and turned around to walk away and find the other guys.

Jungkook, meanwhile, let out a small sigh. "He looks so good." Jungkook murmered to himself, voice gentle. "I wish he didn't."

"I know, baby. Don't think about him, okay?" Eka said, and Jungkook nodded. "Where's Sehun?" Eka asked, looking around.

"I'm here, bitches." Sehun said, and Jungkook looked at him and then rose his eyebrows. Sehun was in a bright blue suit and a black shirt and tie, smirking at them.

"Hey babe," Jungkook said to Sehun, who walked over to him, leaning down to kiss his mouth. Jungkook turned his head so Sehun could kiss his cheek instead. Sehun did, and then leaned back, scowling.

"You look... nice." Jungkook said.

"You too." Sehun mumbled. Jimin sighed, breathing out from the heavy tension in the room.

"Wow. Okay- um! Let's dance!"

The four began dancing away. Jennie, Jisoo, Lisa, and Rose joined the four, along with Yugyeom and Bambam. Jimin looked to Rose with a small smile, dancing closer to her. Jungkook was having fun, until he felt his hips being grabbed.

Jungkook got dragged to a body, and then realised Sehun had his chest pressed against his back. "You look pretty." Sehun said, kissing his neck, rolling his hips onto his back. Jungkook smiled at him, dancing back.

Sehun turned the boy around and then grabbed his waist. He reached down, kissing Jungkook's lips. Jungkook pulled away and then looked to the other side so Sehun wouldn't do that again.

"What's wrong?" Sehun asked, frowning. Jungkook shook his head, giving Sehun a smal smile. "Nothing," Jungkook reassured, putting his hands on Sehun's arms.

Jungkook looked to the side and saw Taehyung, leaning again a wall, sulking. Taehyung shifted his eyes around the room and then caught them with Jungkook's. Jungkook felt Sehun tighten his grip on his waist, and Jungkook just looked at Taehyung.

Sehun kissed Jungkook's jaw. "Do you wanna go to my room after this?"

Jungkook saw Taehyung give him a certain look. Jungkook wanted to move his eyes away, but couldn't. Suddenly, he felt a jolt through his body and turned his head, eyes widened when he was pushed back.

"What's your problem?" Sehun snapped, and Jungkook stilled. Sehun looked annoyed, eyes darkened, eyebrows furrowed.

"Nothing! I-" Jungkook began, but then saw his friends looking at the two weirdly. Sehun must've seen the same, because he grabbed Jungkook by the forearm and dragged him out of the sports hall.

Jungkook stumbled after him. "Se-Sehun-" Jungkook said, and then suddenly felt a shift as he moved out of the loud pink lightened room into the dark, vacant hallway. Sehun pulled him till the side and then let him go.

"What is it? You've been weird since we started dating- so fucking on and off. One second you want me, and another you're weirded out and want me to go away. I'm just trying to wrap my fucking head around all this, Jungkook- because- because you say you want me, but-"

"I'm sorry, o-okay? There's just a lot of things that have been going on-" Jungkook stammered.

"Then talk to me about them! I've asked you to at least try and open up to me so many times! But you just refuse to! Is it something wrong with me?" Sehun asked, frowning.

"N-no. No, you're perfect-" Jungkook said softly.

Sehun looked helpless. "Then what is it? Why did you get back together with me if you were going to treat me like shit after? You were so rude to me, and don't even talk to me sometimes when we're with Eka and Jimin. It's really awkward, Jungkook, to pretend I'm alright-"

"I'm sorry!" Jungkook cried out, and then stopped, looking at Sehun with watery eyes. The way Sehun was describing him reminded Jungkook of Taehyung.

"I-I'm sorry for- for being so weird. I just- I-I don't know, Sehun. I want to like you, I r-really do. I just can't fucking get over someone and it's r-ruining everything for me. I'm sorry." Jungkook let out, voice bubbly, as if close to crying.

Sehun tensed, and then looked down at his shoes, gulping a lump in his throat. "It's V, isn't it?"

Jungkook began crying, reaching his hands to his face to stop them, to try his hardest to stop them. Jungkook shook his head. "N-no. I don't- I am over him. I am."

"You like him." Sehun said, looking away. "He likes you too-"

"No Sehun. He d-doesn't. He just wants to have sex with me, that's all-" Jungkook tried, but Sehun snickered, looking away.

"That night. That night when we first had sex. When you left suddenly to comfort V- did you two do anything?" Sehun asked, fingers coiled. Jungkook sniffled. "Because the next day you were all fucking over him-"

"Sehun-"

"So he wants you for sex, huh? And you're still hung over him? Even though you have guys who like you for you?" Sehun asked, and Jungkook looked down, clenching his fists and shutting his eyes. "That's pretty fucking pathetic, Kook."

"I know. Stop telling me, p-please." Jungkook tried, and Sehun tsked.

"I don't want to be rude. You just made me feel so fucking shit for the past few weeks. If you just told me I was a fucking rebound for an asshole-"

"Y-you w-weren't-"

"-I wouldn't have ever asked you out. You probably just did it to make him jealous. I'm so fucking stupid." Sehun muttered under his breath, looking away. "Well, honestly- I don't care much. You're hung over a dude who's probably going to slap you across the face when you say no to him-"

"He wouldn't!" Jungkook cried, tears rushing down his face. Sehun looked at him, pausing. "H-he wouldn't fucking do that! You don't know him, no one does! I don't either, o-okay? I thought I did- I-I thought I knew him, b-but I don't! And I'm still in love with him, i-is that what you want me to tell you?" Jungkook shouted, voice breaking.

"I f-fell in love for a guy who doesn't give ha-half a shit about me. And I'm sorry." Jungkook squeaked out weakly. Sehun let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Jungkook felt the warm tears running down his face and put his hand over his mouth, shoulders trembling.

"I'm sorry. I-I need to go. I'll ask Jimin and Eka to come here-" Sehun said, and Jungkook didn't care, just slid down the wall, sitting down on the floor like the fucking mess he was- tears running down his face.

Jungkook sat there for a bit, crying softly. He felt the same feeling he had back when Taehyung told him he didn't mean anything to him. When Jungkook found him sleeping with Eka, and Taehyung slammed the door in his face. So fucking hurt.

"Kookie," A soft voice came, and Jungkook looked up.

Taehyung had his eyes big, looking at the pretty boy on the floor, tears in his eyes and stains of it weaving a path down his cheeks. Taehyung had one hand in his pocket, heart thudding as he crouched down to face him.

"K-Kookie, you-"

"Don't." Jungkook said, and then closed his eyes. Taehyung didn't push him. He just looked at him. "P-please. Leave me be."

"Not when you're like this, I can't." Taehyung said softly.

"God f-fucking damnit, Taehyung- stop pretending you c-care about me! You'll j-just lead me on to hurt me again. You don't know how I felt for those two months w-we spent together, Tae. You don't. Just. Please go." Jungkook said meekly, sniffling and looking up at the ceiling.

"I-I do care." Taehyung said, but he sounded hesitant, and it made Jungkook chuckle.

"You still think you're straight, Tae." Jungkook let out, voice weak. "You're far from being able to care about me."

Taehyung froze. He looked at Jungkook, who stood up from the floor, eyes slightly red from the tears. Taehyung's breath hitched, and then he let out- "I-I'm so fucking scared, Kookie. I'm not as- as brave as you. I never will be."

"T-then come meet me when you are." Jungkook stated, and then left, leaving Taehyung in the hallway.

Jungkook walked back in the sports hall, probably to tell Jimin and Eka of where he was, they were probably worried. Taehyung tightened his fists. He couldn't describe it. Couldn't describe the absolute fear that reaped through his body at the thought of-

At the thought of what?

Was it of everyone finding out?

Was that what he was afraid of?

Or was it something bigger than that? His mother, his father, what they'd taught him. What his mother had left him with. That fear that he was doing what she would've resented.

But at the fleeting moment, at that split second, that passing of time when the moon glowed outside like a watchful guardian- Taehyung realized. He rose to his feet, standing up. His heart drummed loudly against his chest, as if on beat, heightening his senses and telling him to hurry up. He was running out of time.

Taehyung took a step forward, towards the sports hall. Jungkook. His beautiful eyes, how they looked like they'd been dipped in honey and the core of sunlight. How his giggles sounded like that of harmonious angels. How his smile would always make Taehyung feel so much... better.

Something he hadn't felt since his mother had died. A sense of belonging. Home.

Taehyung walked towards the sports hall and entered it, seeing people still dancing, some chill song playing. Taehyung couldn't find Jungkook. His heart was racing. His anxiety was brimming at the bottom of his stomach.

He felt, at that moment, like he could do anything.

Taehyung felt absolute impulse take him over. Adrenaline started pumping down his body, the same he felt at football matches. This felt like a football match, except the goal was something different, and his aim was fucking terrible.

Taehyung let go. He ran straight forward and jumped onto the stage, startling the dudes in the band. They all looked at Taehyung, who carelessly grabbed the microphone from the lead singer, some kid from the grade below. The kid looked annoyed, but Taehyung mumbled "It'll only take a minute."

The band stopped playing, and everyone groaned, annoyed that the music stopped. Taehyung cleared his throat into the microphone, and then took a deep breath. "Shut up!" Taehyung shouted loudly, and everyone in the room shook.

Everyone went silent and turned to look at him with wide eyes, as if wondering why the fuck he was yelling while standing on a stage. Taehyung looked around, and then spotted Jungkook. The boy was facing away, grabbing his phone and trying to walk over to the exit.

"Wait." Taehyung said, and Jungkook paused and looked at him, a blank expression on his face. He looked annoyed.

Taehyung looked around. "Hi guys." Taehyung said, seeing all these kids he'd seen every day for the past three years. "This- this prom is cool, right? Like the- um- flowers and stuff." Taehyung stammered, and then cleared his throat.

"Okay. Hello. I've never formally introduced myself. Most of you know me as V. Captain of the football team." Taehyung said, and saw Sehun in the back of the room, frowning as well. Taehyung took a deep breath, seeing all the students looking at him with wide eyes. "But- but most of you don't know my real name."

Taehyung gulped. "I'm Taehyung. Kim Taehyung." Taehyung said, and there was a hushed whisper that fell across the room. He'd never said his full name out loud like this.

"Most of you know me as that asshole that bullies you, probably. Fair enough. I've made mistakes. A lot of them." Taehyung said. "I don't expect to be forgiven. I just want you to know I'm trying. And I'm changing, and growth is- is normal. It's normal." Taehyung said, nodding.

Everyone looked confused, still. They wanted to start dancing again, probably. But most actually looked intrigued, never having seen the guy speak more than 3 words at best which weren't insults.

"I'm standing here right now because I made a mistake. A really big one." Taehyung said, shaking his head. "I hurt someone. Badly. I hurt someone over and over again, and I shouldn't have. By the time I realized how much the person meant to me, it was too late." Taehyung mumbled, and everyone looked more confused.

Taehyung looked around, and then spotted Jungkook standing beside his friends, just the hint of confusion on his face. Not like the others, though. A more of disbelief.

Taehyung scratched his head, and then sighed loudly. "God, there's so many of you. I swear it's like the new crop of freshmen are, like, so goddamn small. I was so much taller when I was your age, what the hell-" Taehyung mumbled, and then looked around, hearing some laughs.

"I'm rambling, fuck. Shit! Sorry, forgot I couldn't swear. Ah damn, I swore again. Fuck-" Taehyung began, and then hit his head with the mic, and looked ahead, taking a deep breath.

Fuck it. Nothing matters. Not as much as him. Nothing has ever mattered as much as he has. "I'm sort of in love with someone." Taehyung let out, and there were gasps that spread across the room.

Taehyung couldn't see Jungkook's eyes- didn't want to, in fact. "I'm sort of, really, really fucking madly in love with someone. And that someone is standing here right now, and god-" Taehyung let out a chuckle, covering his face. "You'd never think I'd be the type to- to stand on a goddamn stage in the middle of what looks like actual fairy shit and confess my love to someone, but-"

Taehyung looked ahead, and then found Jungkook. Jungkook had his eyes widened, mouth slightly agape. Taehyung smiled. "You change me." Taehyung said, words soft. "You m-make me... a better version of myself. I'm not mean when I'm with you. I'm not sad. I'm not an asshole. You make me study harder, you make me play harder, you make me... harder." Taehyung said the last part, and then started laughing.

"Shit- I just realised there's, like, 200 other people in here. I'm kidding! Don't have sex till marriage! Or, do. I don't know. Sorry Ms. Yang!" Taehyung said, and everyone started laughing. Fuck, he was going crazy. He couldn't get a hold of himself, but suddenly- suddenly it felt like he was so free. So free, so free from everything that's ever been holding him back-

"You know what else?" Taehyung asked, looking around the room. "I'm bisexual!" Taehyung shouted out, and everyone shut up real fast.

Literally EVERYONE's eyes widened and jaws dropped. Girls he'd slept with looked surprised, guys he'd bullied looked mad, people who didn't know him looked shocked. His own friends looked the most shocked.

"Yeah! I like girls, and I like guys. And there's nothing wrong with that. Like, at all. Wow. Oh my god. I said it out loud." Taehyung let out, whispered. "Fuck, okay. Shit. Yeah. It's out there. I'm bisexual. I'm bi-fucking-sexual. I'm so fucking bisexual. Wow. WOW-"

"Dude. The teachers are gonna cut the sound off any minute. Stop swearing." The lead singer dude whispered, and Taehyung nodded.

"Oh- okay okay. Sorry. No more swearing." Taehyung agreed, and then looked ahead and saw Jungkook standing behind Jimin, looking nervous, eyes wide, hands bunched up into fists.

Taehyung looked around. "I've never spoken so much. I just- I can't believe this. I feel so free, y'know? Like- like I'm high as hell, but sober. Not that I know what being high feels like, Ms. Yang don't worry." Taehyung reassured, laughing.

"Who are you in love with?" A voice shouted from the audience, and Taehyung looked.

Taehyung gulped. He leaned into the mic. "A boy." He whispered, and gasps spread across the room again. Taehyung giggled at how surprised everyone looked. "I'm so in love with him, you guys. He's the prettiest boy in the whole goddamn world. Maybe universe. Haven't seen aliens yet. Actually- scratch that. He's the prettiest boy in the universe."

Jungkook hid behind Jimin properly now, hands covering his face, his whole body trembling lightly. Taehyung gulped. Here goes.

"I'm Kim Taehyung." Taehyung said, voice clear. "I'm bisexual." Taehyung said, and then smiled. "And I'm so goddamn in love with Jeon Jungkook."

People literally started screaming. Jungkook squeaked out in surprise and got pushed out into the center by Jimin and Eka, who both looked thrilled as hell. Jungkook still had his face covered, because everyone was looking at him, eyes wide, mouths wider.

"He's WHAT?!" Yoongi shouted from the side, slapping a hand over his mouth.

"Oh my fucking god." Jin whispered, eyes wide. "Oh my god oh my GOD-"

"Guys someone drugged Taehyung and put him on that stage." Namjoon said. It was the only explanation.

"This is brilliant." Yugyeom whispered, eyes glazed. Bambam grimaced. "I fucking knew it. He always looked at him weird."

Taehyung looked at Jungkook, heart racing rapidly, stomach making a thousand turns a second. "Baby?" Taehyung said softly, not caring how that made everyone go even more in shock. "I-I can see you, you know that, right?" Taehyung chuckled fondly.

Jungkook put his hands down, blushing brightly. His eyes were filled with tears, fists clenched beside him. People had moved out of the way, so there was a clear spacing between the stage and where Jungkook was stood, so the boys could see each other clearly.

"Jeon Jungkook." Taehyung whispered into the mic. "I know- I know I'm the biggest douchebag you ever met. I hurt you. I was an asshole." Taehyung said, suddenly growing fearful. "I'm so fucking sorry, baby." Taehyung said, voice weak.

Jungkook just sniffled from where he was stood, cheeks so pink and fists so tightly clenched that he couldn't speak. Everyone was staring between him and Taehyung in awe, surprised, shocked, just couldn't believe that V, the homophobic fuck boy captain of the football team- was out here passionately declaring his love for a boy.

"R-right before I got on this stage, I thought about how you came out to everyone. Always so ridden by impulse, my Jungkookie," Taehyung said with a small fond smile, and people aww'ed. Jungkook bit his lip, looking down.

"So, I'm going to ask this. I'm really really really fucking scared." Taehyung admitted, and then took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

Be brave. Taehyung opened his eyes. "Jeon Jungkook?" Taehyung whispered, voice barely coherent. "Will you be my boyfriend?"

https://jeontaeh.tumblr.com/post/647264967393984512/forty

[tamiddyinyourcity]

1:19pm.

Time to post.

Thursday, June 25th of 2020.

I made a video about how I feel men need to speak up.

And now Jedi is trying to say he feels like he doesn't have a place on the subject....

I really don't wanna say "men are the weakest links", so I will say "He's being a clear example on the type of man I was talking about, and just needs to open his mindset some". Fucks sake.

Anyway, good morning yall.

I went to bed somewhere between 1am to 2am. Face down, PornHub blasting...... Oh well. I fell asleep watching some couple in Brazil getting piped to smithereens. I miss thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.

Woke up at 5:50am. I loathe that my mind manually woke me up at that time, for seemingly no reason..... But, I do love that time of morning. The sky is always a beautiful ass dark blue tint, and everything else is made of mainly shadows.

.....Makes me long for winter. I hate winter these days, due to having to cover up nonstop, being sweaty AND cold, being broke is worse when your socks are soaked and at risk of mold, your home is a wreck, and the holidays are the most emotional season............. (Three shitty christmases in a row, how amazing. Last christmas was lovely, outside of my ungrateful ass ex....)

Gosh. :/

Anyway.

It's summer. Sun is shining.

Just trying to feel more optimistic.

Hmmm, some life updates:

A guy paid me 60 dollars to buy Animal Crossing.... I don't have a Switch, though. Debating what to use the cash for......... but just happy to have it. Use it for spiritual oils? Laundry? Some sexy clothes that will make me feel like an angelic Studio Ghibli character? Maybe. More money = more problems.

I keep procrastinating on making an Amazon wishlist. And eating. And working. And creating.

My period is stopping early these days. Apparently my eating disorder makes it impossible to leak blood for myself........ huh. Well.....

Met a guy. He's sweet. He talked to me around the time my suicide attempt happened. Sweet enough dude. But, eh. We talked for two to three nights in a row I think. Mainly about high school, shitty ass exes, and more. He's also a virgin, aaaaaand with my liberated and happy to overshare ass, I've been teaching him about consent, foreplay, and good shit. He's realizing his actual serious relationship was more of a "this girl is manipulative and just using me as a fucktoy" sort of relationship ...... The poor guy. Also, why do women not liking reciprocating orally? Maybe I'm just gifted with a barely there gag reflex, (dont mention any of the times ive puked, shut up,) but why not date someone you wouldn't want to suck the absolute soul out of?

Also, shoutout to my 2nd ex, who when talking mad shit over text like "I'm gone fuck the SHIT out of you ON SIGHT you taking this dick, I'm gonna suck the soul out your clit and eat that pussy for hours" coughcoughfuckingbullshit, who then in person, not only who was the "licked it twice and asks are you wet yet" type, (why did i expect the type of nigga that eats one single cheese quesadilla a day and refuses to expand his tastebuds, to be anything but a fucking picky eater?) but when actually told about foreplay and whatnot..... legit just decided... not to do it.

It's one thing to be like "I'm not sure how to do that, can you show me?", and something entirely different to be like "I'm not in the mood to do that".

Cue me literally sitting next to him naked, and he's fully clothed, not making a single move whatsoever to even kiss my neck, or lick a titty, or whatever....... and wondering why sex didn't happen.

Some people can simply receive all the answers and still not do jack shit. They can die alone.

And I hope my ex does too, seeing how fucking shitty he was.

Anyway.

1:53pm.

That bus needs to kill my ex, as soon as possible.

Also, I am not quite yet suicidal. I am just at the point of "life is fucking devoid of meaning".

I hate lots of things.

:)

I'm gonna go look at porn; or something.

Alright, peace.

[summerrrluvvv]

Chapter 3

Music featured in this chapters: 

Cranes in the sky by Solange

Crew by Gold Like ft Brent Faiyaz and Shy Glizzy

Yesirrrskii by Lil Uzi Vert ft 21 Savage

Act Up by City Girlz

Cash Shit by Meg Thee Stallion

Miami: Day 2

Ariana:

“Uhhhhhhh what the fuck” I groaned waking up. I had a huge headache and my stomach was on fleek. I still had on my fit from the night before, my damn wig was barely hanging on. “Bro what the fuck man” I said taking off my wig. I got up and got undressed and into the shower, which did not last long because I needed some medicine ASAP. “Rise and Grind girls” Melody came in happily. “Mel why did you not help me out my clothes?” I asked her. “Uh we all passed out in here. I got up in got in my bed and i guess we all just took showers” She said drinking out of a coffee mug. “What is that?” I asked. “Hangover Tea, Tye made” She said. I laid back down. “Tell Tye Tye to bring me up some” I told her. “Ari you can’t sleep in all day today is the yacht party” Mel said. I almost threw up thinking about being seasick and hungover. “When can we rest?” I asked. Melody looked at me crazy. “Miami never sleeps, shake that hangover off so we can drink again” She said. “Ima go get your tea” She told me closing my door. I sighed at the idea of getting fucked up again. I rolled over and grabbed my phone. “I want you so bad” I see. I had remembered that Marlon crazy ass messaged me last night. Tye came walking in with my mug. Melody was right behind her. “Okay now that we all in here except Zion ass, we need rules” She said. Melody groaned. “Boring” She said smiling as Tye playfully pushed her. “Aight so, basically rule #1 is always always get lit, #2 is never worry about yo girls get the Dick sis but send us your location so if shit go down you know #3 No sad girl shit, no mopping #4 if bitches try us they try us all and that’s the rules I love you hoes” She said laughing. “Not the ditch your friends for the D” I said laughing. “Well Zion completed #2, and I’m get on her ass too. Saying this trip all about my girl’s face ass” Tye said. “Yall um I think I seen Isaac last night” Melody said. “And I oop” Tye responded. “Are you sure we were drunk as fuck” I said to her. She nodded. “I know what Isaac looks like and his friends you know Freddie and Trey” She said. I nodded, “Well don’t let that ruin your trip fuck Isaac” I said. “She going to fuck Isaac alright” Tye said smirking. “Nooo Im not” Mel said. “Ima get me a new boo”. I clapped for her. “You see that, growth” I said imitating Kelly from insecure. Tye looked at me as Melody walked out. “She happy as fuck on the inside” I started laughing. “Shut up!”.

 After our little house meeting. I decided to take a run in our Airbnb subdivision. I always ran to clear my head especially after a hangover, Thank God Tye got me that tea. I took a break, caught my breath, and took a sip of my water. I see a Convertible pull up near me, and the top lifted off, revealing some sexy light skin guy. He started talking to me, but I had my headphones in listening to “Cranes In The Sky” by Solange. I took my earphones out. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you” I said smiling. He laughed a little. “I was saying damn it rare we see such beauty in this area, normally got to wait till you hit the beach” He said. I rolled my eyes playfully. “Uh boy” I said. He smiled at me. “I’m Anthony” He said. His voice was so whew lord. “Ariana” I said. “Call I call you Ari or RiRi for short?” He asked. I shook my head. “Nigga I don’t know you like that” I told him placing my hand on my hip. He laughed. “Feisty little thing, aight I dig it. Hopefully, I see you around, Ri” He winked at me before pulling off. I cheesed all the way to house cause that man was an Angel. “Girls, Ladies, Bitches I seen a fine ass man on my run. I’m talking GQ fine” I said blushing. Melody and Tye came out they room and looked over the staircase balcony we had in the house. “And?” Tye said. “His name is Anthony and he stays over here I guess; He has a nice ass car and he called me Ri” I said cheesing. They just looked at me. “Number?” Melody asked. I bit my lip and shook my head. “He just said, see you around Ri” I said smiling. Melody and Tye laughed. “Well at least it aint that nigga Marlon” Tye said. “We gone go to every door and find him” Mel said. I started laughing. “Ima get me some Anthony” I said. “You better” Tye said. I could not stop squealing about that man.

  Zion:

I woke up to sun beaming bright as fuck in my eyes. I put my hand up to block the sun. I turned over to see I was in bed with Kyrel from last night. I palmed my face. I got up and grabbed my shit. He rolled over and looked at me. “Good morning Beautiful” He said. Normally I would cringe at any nigga telling me that, but it made me slightly smile. “Hey, I’m sorry. Last night shouldn’t have happened” He said. I looked at him. “Yeah, I didn’t want you to feel like it was a one-night stand. I really dig you and I want to see you again if that’s okay” He said to me. I nodded. “I would like that” I simply said smiling. Normally my ass would say something smart, but his energy was different. “Let me get my ass up, so I can make sure you get home okay” He said. A man! I thought. These niggas in Atlanta do not even care if I made it home unless they thirsty as fuck. He got dressed and we got in his car. “I see money all around me, I feel like I’m the man. But I was done and out like last week tell me where have you been? You came out of hiding girl. Don’t act like I’m your man, you just a fan, don’t hold no rank” He sang along. He looked over at me smiling. “What?” He asked. I giggled. “Nothing, you just cute. I guess” I said. He put his hand up to me like a mic. “Come on sing it with me” He said. I laughed. “I see money all around me, I feel like I’m the man. But I was done and out like last week tell me where have you been? You came out of hiding girl. Don’t act like I’m your man, you just a fan, don’t hold no rank” We sang turnt in the car. “Aye see” He said. I playfully pushed him. “Got me slipping out here” I told him. He started laughing. We pulled up to my Vacay house and just sat in the car. “So, Ima take you out Wednesday if that’s okay?” He asked. I looked at him crazy “And where we are going sir?”. He smiled. “It’s a suprith” He said in a funny voice. “Aight We gone see about that” I said laughing. He leaned over and pulled my face towards his and we started kissing. His lips tasted so nice; it was about to be a Tsunami in this car. I had to go. I pulled back. “Thank you for the ride, home and to sleep” I said laughing. He smirked. “Keep your phone on you” He said. I got out the car and waived bye. I walked into the house and Ariana met me at the door. “Its 2pm Mam, where have you been young lady?” She said with her hands on her hip. “I went to see a man about a horse” I casually said. “Irrrrr ok” Ari said making a funny noise. Tye came downstairs in her swimsuit looking like a goddess. “Okay I see you” I said. She twirled around. “Inches on Inches baby”. Melody came down after her in her swimsuit. “Yeahhhh get intoooo itttttt” She said holding Patron in her hand. “Okay Ari I see you too girl” I said gassing up my girls. “Bitch go get motherfucking dressed; our ride will be here soon” Tye said. I ran upstairs got in the shower and got myself all the way together. That took almost 2hrs. “Zion! Hurry up!” Tye yelled. “Im coming!” I yelled. “Ooh Z you look good girl” I told myself. I did a little twerk, and scurried downstairs before them hoes leave me. “Dick got you taking yo time huh?” Melody said. I playfully pushed her. “Shut up, I have yall know that Kyrel is a gentleman okay, and he is fine as fuck. He laid it down good as hell, Yall I’m let him go because he gone fuck me up” I said. Ari sucked her teeth in. “You better get you that gentlemen peen” She said. I almost spit out my water. “Bitch, I almost died” I said laughing. “Shots!” Tye said. “I’m not uh uh, only a little Tye” Ari said. We all took shots before we headed into the party bus.

  Melody:

“Hit your main bitch, yessirskii, Doin' donuts in the six, yessirskii. You got engaged but she still wanna slurpskii” Lil Uzi “Yessirskii” played as we walked onto the Yacht. I never been on no Yacht before and bitch this shit was a dream come true, another lit drunk night for me Yesssiiirrr. My girls and I were twerking our ass off. “Fuck it up Tye!” We yelled as Tye twerked on the opening of the boat. “I always wanted to do that” She said taking more shots. We were eating and Ari and Tye were smoking, just enjoying the vibes. 2 hours had passed, and we had drunk 2 bottles of Patron. I felt more fucked up then I did last night. The movement of the boat was causing my world to spin, and I needed to sit the fuck down, ASAP! “You good Mel?” Tye asked high as fuck. “No girl I feel sick as fuck” I said. She took me downstairs to lay on a random ass bed. No matter how much I stayed still the rocking of the boat was making me feel nauseous. I got up to look for a bathroom. “Fuck” I said realizing this room had no bathroom. I stumbled to quickly find one before I threw up in these people’s boat. As I was moving fast but woozy, I bumped into somebody. “Sorry” I said. I felt hands around me. “Yo you good?” I heard. I looked up seeing the beautiful man, but I was so messed up I did not care. I shook my head “No” I could feel the vomit rising. I tried to get out of his way, but he was trying to check on me, and what I feared most happened. I could not hold it in, and I threw up all over him. I could not stop it just kept coming. “Bro what the fuck!” He yelled. “I’m sorry” I said faintly before I knew it my eyes got heavy and I passed out.

  Tye:

“Real ass bitch gives a fuck about a nigga big Birkin bag hold 5,6 figures stripes on my ass so he calls this pussy tiger, fucking on a scamming ass rich ass nigga. Same group of bitches aint no adding to the picture” All of us girls were screaming the lyrics at the top of or lungs. “You check on Mel?” Ari asked. I looked at her crazy and hurried downstairs, because niggas is weird. When I got down there, I seen she was wrapped in the blankets on the bed. “This your friend?” I heard behind me. I turned around to see a fine ass black man wrapped in a towel. I nodded. “Yeah she didn’t feel good, I’m sorry I will get her up” I said. He shook his head. “Nah, she good this my boat so she straight. She must be sick or something she threw up all over me bruh” He said. I guess that explains the towel. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry” I said. He laughed, “It’s cool if it was anybody else they have to get the fuck off, I had my home girl clean her up and I put her in here, so yall enjoy the party. Here is the key to this room just check on her when you need too” He told me. I smiled “Thanks”. I locked Melody in and went back upstairs to go see Samar.

 “Hey stranger” Samar said as I walked over to him DJing. “When we gone be able to kick it?” I asked. He looked at me confused. “What you mean nigga? we are kicking it now” He said I rolled my eyes. “Samar I’m talking like how we do back home we in Miami nigga lets kick shit have fun” I said. He nodded. “Aight movie night at my house, bring the liq I got the wings and the weed” He said. I smiled at that idea. “Aight cool motherfucker” I said just dancing to the music slick coming down from being lit. “Here drink this and come over here” Samar told me. I took the shot and came near his mixing station. “Okay now what?” I asked. He smiled. “You gone learn how to mix for a little minute”. I was excited, “Bitch I’m a star, I got these niggas wishing. He says he hungry this pussy the kitchen, yeah he my dog he going to sit down and listen call him a drink and he don’t get offended” He clicked on some buttons then went to his computer. He brought the mic over to me. “Say something” He smiled. “I don’t feel like yall lit enough for me, let me run that shit back!” I yelled on the mic. Samar ran it back. “Bitch I’m a star, I got these niggas wishing. He say he hungry this pussy the kitchen, yeah he my dog he going to sit down and listen call him a drink and he don’t get offended” Every female sang. I got happy as hell. For the whole party that is all we were doing, I am surprised they aint pay me the fuck. After, the boat owner helped us get Melody on the bus, and Samar pulled me to this side. “Do me a favor bro, don’t be out here wilding with these Miami cats okay?” He said to me. “Can it just be yall girls chilling and shit?” He asked. I busted out laughing. “Samar, I’m grown sir you don’t have to worry about me honey, I’m good” I said. He looked at me annoyed. “Tye, I’m trying to be like a big bro and be protective but okay city girl Tye” He said. I shrugged. “Thanks bro” I said rolling my eyes. Nigga fuck yo big brother face ass, the fuck. He hugged me and said bye to everyone on the bus. I see him go talk to some Randoms. Typical Nigga shit. I pull out my phone a text Julian.

[mannyloah-blog]

LIFE IS FUCKING WILD, YALL.

So, today I was going to write about some exciting things coming up for 2018, just personal goals and accomplishments, but I got some tea and I can’t not blog about it because I love airing out my dirty laundry and stirring the fuckin pot.

So, remember the post I made about how I ended a “relationship” and felt bad and just wanted to take everything back and start over? WELL, she’s cancelled. Those feelings, D O N E. So, if you didn’t read that post, it basically talks about how I feel bad because I let my insecurities get the best of me with the person I was seeing. W E L L B I T C H, turns out, that’s not the case… at all. Sure, I did things that were over the top and my texting sometimes got outta hand, but everything that I would “start” fights about were 100% accurate. Get that? It wasn’t just me getting into my head and letting my past relationships get the best of me, it was him, doing fucked up shit.

Let me clarify. So, I was talking to a guy for over 5 months, right? We were very on and off and he hurt me HELLA times, but for some reason I saw something in him that wanted me to continue to give him chances. What that was? Who the fuck knows, to be honest, he sucks all around. I could go into detail and give off a giant list of why he’s a piece of shit and a lowlife but I’m not feeling that petty. So anyways, we would get into it a lot because I always felt like I was just a filler for him. Ya know, the girl/guy you talk to just until you find someone you want to be with? I had a right to feel this way, because it’s been proven in the past that it was the case. Anyways, I would get really angry at shit that he would (or more so wouldn’t) do and start a fight. I ALWAYS was the one who ended up apologizing because he would play that it was just me overthinking of being irrational and I would always just agree.

So after a bunch of shit went down and we had our last fight, he told me he thought we were better off “just friends.” Obviously that killed me because I don’t let myself catch feelings for people that often and I’m fairly closed off. So knowing for these past few months I let myself become vulnerable and open up, really did suck. So I did everything I could to try to fix it, I won’t lie about that, but my man wasn’t budging. After a few days, I just started to get over it. I let myself be sad and hurt, but I put my big girl pants on and I was like you know what, I’m not gonna push for someone who doesn’t want me because I’m better than that, I deserve a lot more than that. So I revamped my tinder and started just casually talking to people, just trying to get my mind back into regular life and what not. I mean, I was still a little upset over it, because after talking to someone almost every day for that long, feelings just don’t go away overnight. I was trying to fill up the lonely space. But as each day passed, it got better and I was fine. I’m not going to say I’m over it 100%, but after today, bitch I might be.

I thought a lot about how I messed things up and was taking “personal notes” on how I could better myself for future relationships. Well, turns out, I didn’t need to cause it was never me. Sure, there are things I could have handled differently, but at the end of the day, it was ALL him. My insecurities and suspicions that I would start fights about, ALL TRUE. I found that out today. He was seeing people behind my back. Which in hindsight isn’t bad because we weren’t together and I told him that I didn’t care if he was, but I did tell him to be honest with me and just tell me straight up, but my man couldn’t even do that. Dude got jealous every time I tweeted about a guy (regardless if it was my friend or get this CLIENTS OF MINE) or made stupid whore jokes about me and my friends on Twitter, but it was all because he was out there doing me dirty.

He used me as a filler for a SECOND time and at this point I can’t help but laugh. I made up this person in my head as to who I thought he could be, but turns out the things my friends would tell me were true. I can’t pretend like it doesn’t hurt me a little more, I’m only human, but at the end of the day, its the clarity I needed to get over it. I was for some reason holding onto this little strand of hope that things would turn out okay and we could maybe fix it, but fuck that. I never deserved to be made out as some crazy bitch who let her thoughts ruin everything. He had me believing that we were us and that we had something good, but it never was and I’m happy I see that now.

So here is me, saying fuck you, fuck your lies, fuck all the shit you put me through, and if I didn’t make it clear: F U C K Y O U.

Also, your dick game is mediocre at best.