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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 5 years ago

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Imagine:

Erik and his girl have a threesome with OC.

Soooooo, I have gotten A LOT of threesome requests. I figured I could incorporate all of them into one fic because they are all generally the same thing except for a few things here and there. One request is it’s Erik’s birthday and him and OC have a threesome and he feels left out and another one is Eirk’s girl/wife feels left out, also a threesome where they share cum. It’s nasty y’all lol hardcore I added my own twist on it. It’s going to have to be two parts because I have so many ideas for this and I didn’t want it to be long and drawn out in one section.

Warnings: HARDCORE SMUT. GRAPHIC. Sharing fluids, nasty talk, multiple sex scenes, Daddy kink, Strippers, threesome.

Enjoy! Xoxo.

Amoya and her husband Erik decided to kick off his birthday a week before he actually turned 33. She figured her man would love to go to a strip club so they hit up Ace of Diamonds in West Hollywood, California. They pulled up with racks of money and already buzzed from all the D’usse cognac that they drank in his Mercedes AMG-G63 with Rolls Royce Starlights installed on the roof of the inside of the car. Amoya has a VIP section for the party of people she invited out with them. She wanted her man to have fun and let loose. Erik figures this is just gonna be another fun and wild night of getting twerked on by some fine ass strippers and having asses clap in his face. He didn’t know what Amoya really had in mind.

This was going to be a recruitment night to find the best stripper for a threesome Amoya wanted to plan for Erik’s birthday the following week. She wanted to find the best girl for the job that they could both have fun with the entire weekend at their LA mansion in the hills. A young vibrant thang to use for sex and sex only. This would be their first time doing this after Amoya gave it much thought. Sex is a huge factor in her and Erik’s relationship. As they both entered the strip club and found their VIP section, Amoya instantly scans the crowd of ass, titties, and pussy, to find the perfect chick. All the women there were beautiful but not exactly what Amoya had in mind just yet. She wanted to sit back and see how her man reacted before she made her decision.

“Dayum,” Erik held his bottle of D’usse with one hand while his arm wrapped around his wife’s shoulder, “Baby, it’s too live in here tonight. Ace got a good selection.”

Amoya looked up at her beautiful husband. She still couldn’t believe that he asked for her hand in marriage. It’s been three years of happiness with him. Erik is the man of her dreams. 6’3, russet skin, short dreads, a charming smile with dimples in his cheeks, full lips, onyx eyes, smart, ambitious, the list goes on and on and on with the many things she loved about her man.

“I knew you would love it, baby. Ohhhhhh look at that one right there,” Amoya pointed a long stiletto nail painted metallic purple at a tall stripper chick with A cup breasts but a huge wagon of an ass. She had on black cross pasties over her small areolas and a leather black thong with black stripper heels that had silver mesh. The caramel beauty had a collar around her neck and hair pulled up into a sleek bun. She was so sexy. The girl must have known Amoya wanted her attention so she looked over at her. Once their eyes connected the tall chick who could be mistaken for a model came over to their section with her eyes on their money. One of Erik’s homeboys helped her inside while staring at her large backside as she stepped over to stand in front of Amoya. The chick got down in a squat, blinking her hazel eyes at her before smiling, showing off a gap between her teeth and a gold bottom grill.

“How can I help you pretty lady,” she spoke with a southern accent, “They call me Sparkle.”

“Hi, miss Sparkle,” Amoya reaches around to slap Sparkles ass with the stack of bills she had, “Your skin is extra sparkly, I like that.”

Sparkle glances over at Erik who gave her an intense and rather intimidating look before looking back at Amoya “Diamonds are a girl's best friend, and I love glitter against my brown skin.”

“Ooooo, both are my favorite.” Amoya likes her. She just hoped her man was really feeling her. She could tell what her man liked and didn’t like. So far, Erik was giving Sparkle a look over but it wasn’t blazing like he looked at Amoya. Maybe if Sparkle danced on him that would help determine if she was the one.

“This is my husband, call him Kill.”

“Hi, Kill.” Sparkle spoke in a honeyed tone.

“Sup’ mama.” Erik licked his lips before giving her a sexy half smirk.

“Are you gonna give my Hubby some of that thick ass? It’s almost his birthday.”

That made Sparkle smile wide, revealing more of her gap, “Birthday huh?! How old are you turning?!”

“33.”

“You don’t look like it,” Sparkle giggles, “after this I can get some of my other girls to come over and show some love. We got you, Mr. Kill.”

Erik was loving the idea of that. Amoya pulled out two stacks of money handing one over to Erik so he could make it rain on Sparkle. She got into a squat in front of him before turning around to pop her ass. Left cheek, right cheek. It danced like the shit was made of jello. Sparkle stood in her heels, arched over in front of Erik’s face, and shook her ass to the banger trap beat. Erik made it rain over her ass before taking a few bills to place in her thong. Sparkle was cool, she got the job done, but her man wasn’t rock hard or reaching out to pop her big ass butt like she wanted him to.

“You like that birthday boy?” Sparkle spoke while dragging her tongue over her gap, “This the kind of cake you want for your birthday?”

“That’s a lot of cake to be serving up, ma.” Erik watched Sparkle stand, making her ass clap with a shake of her thighs, her fingers popping the waistband of her thong. Sparkle then lifts one long leg up in the air to shake her ass. The girl had skills. Erik stood to throw money on Sparkle before smacking her ass with it and rubbing the bills on her skin. Amoya gave Sparkle some love too by slipping the girl some money in her thong. Sparkle was seeing dollar signs as she picked up that money to stuff inside the crotch of her thong.

“Hey, bring that ass over here, Miss Sparkle with that glitter booty on you,” Amoya’s drunk brother, Amari, motioned with some bills in one hand and a blunt in the other. Her brother and Erik grew up together in Oakland. Amari is tall and slim with short waves in his hair and a tattoo of a black rose on his neck. They gave him the nickname Pretty Boi Mari because that’s exactly what he was. Light skin, grey eyes, dimples. There isn’t one friend of Amoya’s that Amari didn’t have. She lost a lot of friends because of her brother. A few of them had kids by him.

“Dassit’ you a thick bitch ain’t you? Haha,” Amari slaps the hell out of Sparkles ass, “Where your friends at? Bring your stripper friends up here so we can have some fun.”

All the other guys in the section agreed with Amari while Erik being Erik sat back, drunk off the D’usse with his arm draped over Amoya’s shoulder. Sparkle took the money Amari gave her and quickly left the section to round up the best girls for them to have. When Sparkle left to grab her girls, everyone danced and drank while watching the shows on stage. So many different tricks. Split lock, power hold, pole split, the eye opener that gave you a view of the pussy, spinning chopper, all different advanced moves. These women were so skilled and they put on the best show.

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“Sup’ Sparkle,” Novia, a 25 year old girl who has been stripping at Ace of Diamonds for a month now said high to Sparkle with a wide smile and twinkling eyes. Cinnamon skin, well-developed voluptuous and sinuous body, curly hair with honey blonde highlights in it pulled back into a sleek bun with baby hairs, and eyes that reminded you of the perfect espresso on a Monday morning. Her voice was the perfect mixture of rasp and seduction. Novia was working the floor with her right hand, Bubbles, a Cuban girl with long brunette hair in two pigtails, pouty lips, and striking dark green eyes. She was more on the athletic side and spoke with a very light voice that some would say is annoying but she couldn’t help that it was the way she talked.

“Y’all tired of working the floor? I got a spot that would really bring in some money.”

“Where?!” Bubbles spoke up with her tweety bird voice, “Cuz I am TIRED of the floor I need VIP MONEY.”

“Right over there,” Bubbles and Novia followed where Sparkle pointed. Right there in front of the stage in the most expensive VIP section in the club was a group of men who looked like they were big ballin’ a few chicks there as well. All Bubbles and Novia could see was bags filled with money. More money than the men on the floor have. Novia never worked VIP but she would break out of her shell tonight if it meant she could be going home with 5,000 that night, maybe even more. She only had about 800 so far since her shift started an hour ago. Novia still has a long way to go before she becomes a known stripper in Ace of Diamonds.

“It’s some fine ass niggas birthday. He’s turning 33 and his wife wants us to show him a good time. Y’all down?”

“I'M DOWN,” Bubbles spoke up first, “Birthday boy doesn't know what he has in store for him! What about you Novia?”

“Yeah, I can go up. More money for me,” Novia glanced back over at the section to see who the birthday man is. She spotted a guy she hoped was. He was chilling with his legs wide and a cup in his hand half empty. He had his arm perched around a woman’s shoulder. They looked like a King and Queen watching from their throne.

“Oh, and his wife said to call him Kill.”

“I’ll call him whatever I need to as long as I get my money,” Bubbles and Candy shared a laugh.

“Kill huh? Sounds like he’s nothing to play with,” Novia mentions while her eyes watched the section.

“Let’s get some more girls,” Sparkle lead the way to round up more of their girls before they went back. They were at a group of eight now and that was the perfect amount. Sparkle made Novia hold up two party Ciroc VS bottles with sparks in it lighting the way.

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“HAPPY BIRTHDAY KILL!!!!”

His smile is what she noticed first.

Bright and wide with deep dimples in his cheeks and moist full lips. Teeth lined with gold and then his wet pink tongue poking out to lick his upper lip. Very handsome indeed. Novia is about her money but she also took great joy in putting on a show for an attractive man. Novia arched over to put the bottles on the table before putting out the sparks. 7 inch heels with a 2 3/4 inch platform with cutout, rhinestone detailing, an adjustable ankle strap, and colored royal blue like the micro slingshot monokini she wore that barely covered her round breasts and the rest of her body. Her skin glittered and glistened and the stretch marks on her healthy ass were like light brown tiger stripes. Novia looked over at his wife and she wished she hadn’t. That woman was breathtaking. She favored Rihanna to her. Especially with the way she dressed. She kept her hair short and sleek, almond shaped green eyes looking her up and down before giving her an approving smile. She is tall and slim with long stiletto nails that reminded her of claws. They were perfect together. Definitely a king and queen.

“This is krystal,” Krystal was a 5 '2 petite girl with a lot of breasts. She was mocha skinned with long faux locs in her hair and a hot pink thong with matching top on and clear 7 inch heels on her feet.

“Rose, KiKi, Daniella,” All three of these girls were topless with different colored pasties over their nipples and thongs to match. Rose wore her hair close cut and colored red, KiKi has a teal green lace front that made her look like a mermaid, and Daniella wore her loose wavy hair up in a messy bun with rhinestones on her face that would remind you of a sugar skull.

“Vixen, Babydoll, Tatiana, and Chloe,” Babydoll and Chloe were biracial fraternal twins with long pink curly hair and an obvious Brazilian butt lift but it looked good on them both. Vixen was covered in tattoos and piercings with crotchless panties on and a bikini top that was too small to fit over her areolas, and Tatiana has black tassel nipple covers with a dark purple slingshot monokini. Her hair was bleach blonde and wet, piercings in her cheeks like Black Chyna.

“And this is Bubbles, and Novia.”

Bubbles has a ditzy way about her but she was adorable with her big green eyes and youthful face. She had to be the youngest out of all the girls. Novia’s espresso eyes were dangerous. They appeared very calm but the more you held her gaze she would trap you. Novia swiped her tongue over her upper lip, showing off her tongue ring and how long her tongue was. It was like a tiny pink snake. The curves on this woman were dangerous. That slingshot monokini over her oily skin left nothing to the imagination. All of the women were sexy, but Novia…

“Hi Kill, Happy birthday,” Bubbles spoke in an angelic sing-song voice.

“Happy Birthday,” Novia spoke with a smooth yet sexy voice that could make a grown man’s knees buckle. She was so captivating.

“Damn, Sparkle, you brought the best of the best didn’t you?” Amari spoke up while palming both Babydoll and Chloe’s asses. The girls didn’t waste anytime twerking, hitting splits, and giving lap dances to anyone who was available. Currently, Novia was on her own, grabbing onto the railing that encircled the VIP section, popping her ass in Erik’s line of vision. The way her glistening cheeks clapped and her hips swayed with that deep arch in her back had him forgetting about KiKi with the teal green wig currently giving him a lap dance while holding a bottle of Ciroc VS to his lips for him to drink. Amoya tilted his head back to allow KiKi to pour some of the liquor in his mouth. She was heavy-handed with it too but Erik swallowed every drop. Amoya grabs the back of his neck, bringing his lips to hers so they could kiss. They’re tongues thrashed and swirled over each other’s. You could suffocate with how much ass surrounded that VIP section. Everyone else in Ace of Diamonds looked over at them with envious eyes. It was popping off.

Amoya brought her lips to Erik’s ear, “I need some head right now, Daddy. I just wanna push your head between my legs and make you eat it,” Amoya licks Erik’s ear with her wet tongue, “Fuck, my pussy is so wet looking at all these fine bitches popping pussy in our face. How about you, Daddy? You like all this phat ass popping and all this phat pussy? Fuckkkkk, babeeee.”

“Damn, girl. Talking all that shit like that in Daddy’s ear,” Erik whispered back with smoldering eyes. Erik’s skin felt like he was boiling. His dick was definitely as hard as cast iron but it wasn’t because of KiKi. It was because of Novia. Erik’s eyes kept sweeping over towards her like she was the prized jewel out of all the other women there. That’s what Amoya wanted to see. She watched Novia too. Novia was on the floor of the VIP section, legs spread and ass popping to the beat. The tattoo on her lower back of a pair of cat eyes looked like it was winking the way she moved. Novia started grinding into the floor, her back rolling and her ass bouncing and jiggling like she had no control over it. Novia looked like she was riding dick the way she moved. Stacks of money showered her body, some of the bills sticking to her cinnamon skin. The second she arched her back, And gave Erik a glimpse of her phat pussy in that little slingshot monokini he was up on his feet with his hand reaching down to whack her ass good. Amoya sat stunned with lust at the sight. Novia looked back at him with her round eyes and thick natural eyelashes blinking.

“That bitch on the floor getting it! Don’t hog her birthday boy we want some of that too!” One of Erik’s friends called out while Vixen accepted his cash in her crotchless panties. Amoya gasps while grabbing a few stacks to make it rain on Novia when she got into a handstand and started gyrating her hips and thighs. Erik stood there with a clear eye view of Novia’s Brazilian waxed mound spread wide in that slingshot monokini. If he just took one finger to slide it over her pussy lips would spill out. Erik slaps some money on her pussy and outstretched thighs before the entire section erupted with shouts and hollers when Novia hit a split. She bounced her ass on that floor with those legs wide and limber, oily body bending and arching like she was an acrobatic Queen. Erik was in amazed by this Pole Dancer. So was Amoya. She made her mind up for sure. This was the girl she wanted to have a threesome with for Erik’s birthday. Novia got up from that floor like she didn’t just step on the other girls necks, smiling at Erik before accepting her money from both Amoya and Erik. A ton of it. More than Sparkle and the others. Of course the other girls had envious eyes. Especially Bubbles.

“Can you do all that on the pole ma?” Erik asks with a husky voice, “show me how you do it on that stage. Give me a real birthday treat, yeah?”

“Anything for the birthday boy-“

“Oh, I ain’t no boy.” Erik spoke with a rough tone while flaring his gold canines.

Novia looked Erik up and down like his wife wasn’t standing next to him. She liked that rough edge in his voice. He definitely wasn’t a boy. Nothing like the other men there.

“Mmmm, I gotta come correct, huh?” Novia pushes Erik down on the couch, “Want me to give you a lap dance, Birthday Daddy?”

Amoya’s breathing was shallow. She loved the way Novia called Erik Daddy. Now she couldn’t get it out of her head. Now she wanted to force Novia’s head down towards her pussy to lick up with that gold jewel on her tongue. Better yet, Amoya wanted to see how she tasted. She’s never been this turned on by a woman in her life.

“Gon’ girl, dassit’ FUCK.”

Novia was reverse cowgirl on Erik’s crotch making her ass twerk back on him. Erik’s money bag was nearly empty because he spent it all on Novia. Novia’s espresso eyes landed on Amoya, giving her a sly smirk. She was definitely nothing to play with.

“You like how I shake this big ass on your Hubby? Think he might bust a nut?”

Amoya found herself reaching out to jiggle Novia’s ass cheeks in her hand, “He’s loving you alright, Miss Novia. I’m loving it too.”

“Is that right?” Novia got up slowly from Erik, walked up to Amoya, widened her legs while staring into her eyes and dropped down on Amoya’s lap at a gentle pace that could make a grown man cry. She started grinding on Amoya, lifting the straps on her monokini to show off her round breasts that were pierced just like her tongue. The nipple rings read fuck me in gold. Erik looked over at Novia with a slight crease in his brow as if he were annoyed by her lifting from his dick like that. He clearly didn’t want to give his money away to the other girls. It’s supposed to be his birthday week not Amoya’s. Amoya was in a trance, her greedy hands making Novia’s ass shake over her. Both women shared a look of equal desire and teasing smiles. Amoya snakes her hands up Novia’s spine delicately before Novia smashed her breasts in Amoya’s face. This girl was bold but Amoya loved it.

“DAYUM AMOYA!” Amari yelled out loud while watching his sister. Her face was smothered with Novia’s breasts. Novia finally gave her room to breathe, Amoya’s lipstick smeared on Novia’s chest. Amoya looked like she wanted to toss Novia down on the VIP red velvet couch and tongue fuck her wet folds. Novia finally gets up, Amoya slapping her ass gently before slipping her some more cash. Novia walked out of VIP while everyone watched her leave. She slowly strolled towards the stage, dropping all her money in a bucket. Nothing but 20’s and 100 dollar bills. The DJ introduced Novia and played her intro music. Megan Thee Stallion- Best You Ever Had.

You ain't never been with a chick this bad

I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had

If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh

He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that

You ain't never been with a chick this bad

I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had

If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh

He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that

I be actin' up right before he come to see me

He be like, "Why you always tripping for no reason?"

Told him, "'Cause you put it on me better when you're mad"

Hand around my neck, hit it hard from the back, yeah

I'ma cook a meal for him and play the game with him

When somebody ask, yeah, I'm with the same nigga

Pussy keep him knocked out like a painkiller

And if a nigga bag me, you know he a winner, ah

Novia hit a shoulder mount inversion into an extended butterfly. A Knee hold move was next, causing her to twirl around that pole with the neon blue lights on her beautiful body. You could tell that she practiced these moves fluently. So much style and grace like a ballerina. She had everyone’s attention, more money being thrown at her. Novia twerked her ass in the air before dropping down into a full split. The money exploded around her and all Amoya kept staring at was the wicked and delicious way her lips looked stretched into a smile. She knew she was bad. She knew she was the hottest thing in Ace of Diamonds. Erik was in awe of her. All his money practically gone and in Novia’s bucket. She played the game well. Amoya applauded Novia before three other chicks joined her on stage to perform together.

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Erik’s Birthday:

Amoya hopped out of her convertible Rolls Royce with red leather seats, Louis Vuitton bag in hand and dressed in an all white catsuit. It was around 78 degrees so it wasn’t too hot or too warm for her. INFINITY Dance Studio has a bright purple neon sign on the outside within that parking lot. Large ceiling to floor windows showed about three levels to the large studio. Amoya’s Saint Laurent heels echoed across the concrete ground of the lot before finally making her way towards the double doors leading her to the inside of the dance studio. It was nicely decorated. A receptionist sat behind a polished desk; young girl with a blunt cut wig on and a nose piercing. She wore a white top with an Infinity symbol and the name of the studio in cursive embroidery. She blinked her false lashes up at Amoya before smiling with a mouth full of braces.

“Welcome to INFINITY Dance Studio. My name is Kimberly. How can I help you today?”

Amoya removed her Fendi shades, “Uh, I’m here looking for a miss, Novia?”

“Novia? I’m not sure who that-ohhhhhhhh, you mean Jordyn?”

“I’m not following,” Amoya was confused.

“Novia? Works at Ace of Diamonds? Her real name is Jordyn.”

“Oh!” Amoya laughs, “I didn’t think about that, I should have.”

“It’s cool. It’s her middle name. I’m her sister.”

Now that Amoya was looking at Kimberly, they did look alike. Same beautiful cinnamon skin and light brown eyes that reminded you of coffee with extra cream. Lips full and kissable. A mole on the side of her nose just like her sister and dimples on the sides of her mouth whenever she smiled. Beautiful girls.

“Jordyn has a class at the moment but you can go up there and wait for her. She’s teaching a heels class.”

“Sure,” Amoya pointed to the elevators, “Which level?”

“Second level. As soon as you get off, make a right and keep straight down the hall. The studio is going to be on your left at the very end of the hall.” Kimberly instructed.

Amoya gave her thanks before making her way towards the elevators. She needed to ask Novia now that she had free time to do so. She wanted to do this during the early afternoon since Erik was out with his friends for Cigars and brunch on a Yacht. He wouldn’t be back until a couple of hours from now. This gave Amoya enough time to put her plan into works. She did as she was told, turning right and then keeping straight. It wasn’t hard to find since the music helped her out. They were jamming. Amoya walked down the hall humming to Jhené Aiko- Pussy Fairy (OTW). Finally there, Amoya stood in the doorway, watching Novia seductively hit a split before a high kick on the floor, front and center, with her students standing in a half circle with concentration etched on their faces.

Novia clearly was an all around dancer and not just on the pole. This girl moved with so much ease and grace. Amoya leaned against the doorway, admiring Novia’s attire. Black leotard with fishnet stockings and five inch ankle boots on her feet in black leather. Voluptuous, full-bosomed, plump backside, body serpentine as she moved across the floor. Watching her was sex itself.

“Alright, ladies, let's do this one more time before we’re done for the day.”

All the women got into position. There was enough room in the studio to spread out and watch her. Mirrored walls surrounded all of them so they could stare at themselves. All women in all different shapes and sizes watched Novia go through the routine one more time, their eyes intense and unblinking so they could catch her every move. Bodies sweating, they gave it their all, even through advanced moves, Novia finishing out with a side to side split before standing up and applauding her class.

“Ladies! Good job! We’ve gotten better! India, I see you’ve been practicing!” Novia wipes sweat from under her chin, “Good job! I’ll see all of you beautiful ladies next Thursday, alright?”

They all said their goodbyes, some of them hugging Novia and having small talk, others grabbing their things to dash out of the studio while yelling goodbye over their shoulders. Amoya made room for them to exit before stepping further into the studio. Once everyone cleared out, Novia’s eyes landed on hers. She pauses for a split second before a small, recognizable smile spread across her gorgeous face. She walked with a strut that made her hips sway to pause her music. All you could hear was her heels click clack across the polished dance floor towards Amoya. She looked shocked to see her.

“Wifey from Ace of Diamonds last Saturday?” Novia held out her hand to shake Amoya’s, “How did you find me, sweetie?”

“Sparkle,” Amoya gave Novia a kind smile, “She told me you would be here at the dance studio today. Your sister, Kimberly, told me you had a heels class. Is it okay if I call you Jordyn or do you prefer Novia?”

Novia wipes sweat from the back of her neck, “You can call me whatever you like, sweetie.”

Amoya bit her bottom lip with a smile, “Novia rolls off the tongue better.”

“Yeah, it does. Especially when someone’s moaning it.”

If she agreed to having a threesome with Erik and Amoya she would enjoy it even more. Amoya was loving Novia more and more each time she talked. She knew the effect she has on people.

“So, you’re a choreographer too?”

Novia grins showing off the dimples on the sides of her full lips, “Yes, I teach different classes here. I’m trying to open my own studio but we’ll see.”

“I’m sure you can make that happen...I mean...WOW. You can move on the pole and off the pole.”

“I can teach you sometime if you like,” Novia made her voice lower and alluring. Amoya couldn’t fight the urge to blush and smile.

“I’ll look into that...uh, there is one thing I’d like to talk to you about though.” Amoya became nervous.

“What’s wrong?” Novia’s pretty face became wary.

“No no! Nothing bad...just...gosh, I don’t even know how to ask this.” Amoya chewed on her bottom lip.

“It’s okay...like you said, nothing bad, yeah?”

“Yes.” Amoya avoided Novia’s espresso eyes, “Okay, so today is Erik’s birthday.”

“Who is Erik?” Novia asked while raising a single thick brow.

“Shit-yeah, it’s Kill,” Amoya giggles, “Kill is his nickname but his real name is Erik.”

“Hmm, okay,” Novia licks her glossy lips, “I’m sorry you can keep talking.”

Amoya smoothed a hand down the back of her neck over a tattoo of a heart, “So, today is his birthday and right now he’s out with his friends but later we’ll both be home. Uh, so, I had something in mind and I was wondering if you could help me out with that?”

Novia had a perplexed look on her face and Amoya knew she was beating around the bush but she couldn’t get it out without being so shy about it. She shook her head before closing her eyes, gaining enough courage to ask Novia up front. She would only get a yes or no answer.

“Novia. I want you to have a threesome with me and my husband for his birthday.”

Novia parted her lips to speak but no words came out. Her eyes blinked a few times before she gave Amoya a half smirk, “You’re serious?”

“Yes.” Amoya answered slowly. Novia rolled her glossy lips together while staring at Amoya like she was trying to catch her in a lie. When she realized she was serious Novia let’s put a deep sigh before smoothing her dark brown hair with honey blonde highlights from her sweaty shoulders.

Hands on her hourglass shaped waist, she looked up at Amoya through her long curled lashes, “...Okay.” Novia answered with a bright smile, “I’d like to. So when are we doing this?”

Amoya fingered some of her hair from her eyes before smiling just as bright, “it’s gonna happen tonight if that’s okay?”

“Oh, I’m free tonight.” Novia answered quickly.

“It’s for the entire weekend though,” Amoya added with a chuckle. Novia gawked at her before laughing herself.

“The ENTIRE weekend? Jesus. You want to fuck me for theee days straight? Damn, I like you Wifey.”

“Just call me Amoya.”

The energy between them both shifted. Now, Everytime Novia looked at Amoya it was as if she were imagining her naked and in every position possible. Amoya looked at Novia’s lips while licking her own. This girl was intoxicating.

“And it’s a surprise, right?”

“Yes, babe, it is,” Amoya responded, “It’ll be at our home, I can have one of our drivers pick you up around…8 PM?”

“8 PM sounds good, Amoya. I’m packing a bag?”

“Yes. We have a pool and jacuzzi so you can bring swimwear too.”

“Cool, I can’t wait,” Novia blinked her long curled lashes, while biting her lower lip excitedly, “If it’s with you and Kill I definitely can’t wait.” Now her tone of voice was honeyed and silky smooth. It almost lulled Amoya to sleep.

“Let’s exchange numbers, okay?” Amoya says with a shaky breath.

“Sure, beautiful.”

They both exchanged numbers. After that, Novia hugged Amoya then placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, leaving a glossy lip print behind. Amoya looked down at Novia’s lips. Novia kept her eyes on Amoya, pressing her breasts into Amoya’s. She brought her right hand up to cradle the back of her head before leisurely leaning in to lightly kiss her lips. Their lips made a soft smacking noise. Since they were both wearing gloss, their lips sort of stuck together like syrup as Novia drew her lips away gently. The hairs on Amoya’s arms stood up.

“Might as well get acquainted properly, yeah?” Novia kisses her again, “I’ll see you tonight.”

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Erik looked down at his new yellow gold Cuban link chain lined with Diamonds. He picked it up out of the jewelry box, placing it around his neck to admire. The dim light of their walk-in closet above his head reflected off of his chest causing the Diamonds to twinkle, everything else around him dark. Erik’s fingers felt over the Diamonds. He really liked this birthday gift from his Wife, Amoya. On his third cup of D’usse, Erik took a sip before walking away from the mirror to grab a pair of trunks to go settle in the jacuzzi.

Supposedly Amoya has another surprise for him. He wasn’t really one for surprises but this was his girl so he accepted it. Trunks low on his hips and feet bare, Erik walks out of their walk-in closet, entering the master bedroom, and then out into the hallway. Serani- No Games grew louder over the whole home audio installation. Outside now, Erik decides to take a dip in the pool first. He downs the rear of his D’usse before diving into the cool water. Erik swam to the edge of the pool, whipping his wet dreads back so they wouldn’t drip in his face. Erik wondered where Amoya disappeared to because she was sitting by the pool on a lounge chair. Her glass of Hypnotiq was still resting on a small side table by the pool.

As if she heard his thoughts, Amoya walked out of the house like a model dressed in a black monokini with her pixie cut jet black hair wet and pressed against her scalp. Trailing behind her was another woman Erik immediately recognized. How could he forget such a fine bitch like her. Novia from Ace of Diamonds. Thick ass Novia. She was dressed in a short black silk slip dress with the back so low and revealing that you could see the crack of her ass and that cute cat eye tattoo above her back dimples. Patent leather black So Kate pumps on her feet. Two beautiful women. He squints his whiskey colored eyes and tilted his head at Amoya, wondering if this has anything to do with her surprise. Erik swam over to them, resting his arms on the edge of the pool while staring up at them both. He was greeted with legs to heaven.

“Hey, Baby, you remember Novia from Ace of Diamonds?”

Erik dragged his eyes over at Novia, “How could I forget with the way she had me spending my money,” Erik greeted Novia with a head nod and a sexy half smirk showing off his gold canines, “Wassup, Ma.”

“Hi, Kill,” Novia waves flirtatiously before smoothing her hands down the front of her slip dress, “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you,” Erik pointed a dripping wet finger between both women, “Now, what is this about, huh?”

“Well,” Amoya linked arms with Novia, “It’s your special day and my man deserves to have the very best time,” Amoya places her arm that was linked with Novia’s and brought it around to rest against Novia’s left hip, “So Miss Novia here agreed to have a threesome with us. For your birthday, Daddy.”

Erik’s jaw clenched as he closed his eyes. He shook his head slightly before parting his lips to swipe his tongue across his full bottom lip, “Baby...you did this for me?” He opened his eyes, “Aww, baby, baby…”

Novia looked over at Amoya and smiled. The glow of the pool reflecting off of Erik’s russet skin mixed with the intense and erotic way he looked at Amoya made Novia’s heart skip a beat and her breath quicken. She watched Erik reach out for Amoya’s legs to rub her calves with a big smile on his face. He looked so damn excited about this.

“Damn, baby, this how we doin’ it up for my birthday? Damn,” Erik gave the sexiest laugh Novia ever heard, “Shit, you knew Daddy liked Miss Novia, huh?”

“Mhm, I picked her just for you,” Amoya pulled Novia closer, “She’s so damn fine isn’t she?”

“You fucking right she is,” Erik looked Novia directly in her eyes, “Do a spin for me, I wanna see the back of that dress.”

Amoya held up one of Novia’s arms, helping her turn slowly in her pumps to give Erik a 360 of her frame in that dress.

“Mm, mm, mm.”

Novia had chills with the way he hummed.

“You came to play with us, Novia?”

Novia smoothed some of her curly hair behind her ear, “Uh-huh.”

“All weekend too,” Amoya added with excitement.

“Oh? All weekend?” Erik creased his brows with his lips poked out in a sexy pout. Novia bit the corner of her lower lip when he made that face.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Erik smoothed his hands down his face, “All weekend. Mm.” Erik shakes his head, “mm, mmm, mmm.”

He couldn’t even say much but grunt and hum. Now, Erik’s hands were reaching out to touch Novia’s legs. She gasps as his wet hands smother up and down her calves. The water from his fingers rolled down her legs and over her feet in her pumps.

“Since you came to play, why don’t you get comfortable and take this dress off.”

Novia looked from Erik, to Amoya before stepping out of her pumps. She stepped back from the pool a little to remove her slip dress. Novia wasn’t scared but the way both of them looked at her made her eyes look away. Both of her hands pulled the dress up and over her head, revealing nothing underneath. No panties. Skin smooth, hairless, and lovely to behold. Amoya and Erik wanted to lick her from her head down to her toes. Novia looked up at both of them before bringing her hands up to twirl her pierced nipples. She then dragged her hands through her curly hair, making it messy. She turned around, looking back at them both over her shoulder with her hair in her face while cupping the bottom of her amply-endowed ass lined with stretch marks. She then moved her hands away to sway her hips back and forth, her ass still moving even when she stopped.

“Mmm, fuck,” Amoya moaned with a whisper, her eyes low and the tip of her tongue dragging over her upper teeth.

“Damn, lil mama,” Erik let out a deep grunt that vibrated his chest, “C’mere.” His voice spoke huskily.

Novia walked towards the edge of the pool. Amoya went down to sit on the edge of the pool, her hands dragging through Erik’s wet dreads. She stared down at Novia’s pretty feet with her toes painted black. Looking up at her body from that angle was like admiring art. Appreciating the time God put in to create her. Amoya was so zoned out staring at Novia that she didn’t realize what Erik instructed her to do next.

“Turn around and grab your ankles. I wanna see that pussy I’m playing in for three fucking days.”

Amoya clenched her thighs at that request.

“Okay,” Novia turns, arching her back unhurried while bringing her hands down her thighs, calves, then her ankles. Her ass pointed straight in the air and her ass cheeks parted revealing her wet folds from behind. Just as beautiful in the middle. Amoya’s taste buds salivated tremendously at the sight of Novia’s juicy pussy. She had her clit pierced. A tiny Garnet stone with a sterling silver hoop that dangled from the hood of her clit. Amoya wanted to suck that jewel into her mouth. Lick Novia’s essence from it. That pool water felt hot where she stood.

“You have a very pretty pussy Novia,” Amoya compliments, “So pink and smooth.”

“I’m gonna suck on that pussy all weekend long,” Erik places his hand over his dick. It bobbed up and down in the water from how solid it was, “Starting now actually. Bring that pussy to me, ma. A nigga hungry.”

Novia stood straight, turning around to look down at Erik in that pool, “‘mm-mm,” she shook her head no, “You gotta come get it, Daddy. Come get your present.”

Novia smirked mischievously before walking away butt naked and into the house. Erik shot up out of the water, turning to lift Amoya out. Husband and wife stripped naked themselves, following Novia’s path towards the house and spotting her with the D’usse in hand drinking straight from the bottle. She was swaying her hips on their expensive coffee table to TK Kravitz- Ocean. It was as if they were back at the strip club again, Amoya and Erik in a trance as they watched her move her hips. Novia got down from the table, walking over to the couch, kneeling down on the black leather and arching her back. She moves her hips seductively, popping her pussy and running her hands over her wetness. She would spread her pussy lips to give them a nice peek at all that sweet pink. Now, she was fingering herself while moving her hips.

Erik and Amoya walked over, Erik kneeling down behind Amoya to grab her ass cheeks night and tight. Amoya arched her tall slender body over the couch, perky ass in the air. Amoya grabs Novia’s chin with force, sticking her tongue out to flick it with hers. Amoya sucked on Novia’s tongue, a trail of spit landing on the tip of Novia’s tongue. Erik pulled Novia’s fingers from her pussy, leaning down to suck on them. His lips wrapped around her slender fingers. The minute her fluids spread over his tongue, Erik bucked his hips causing his dick to bounce and tap Novia’s pussy. Her back arched more when she felt that.

Novia and Amoya were in a deep kissing session. Both of their eyes closed, lips smacking and sucking on each other’s, and whimpers escaping their mouths. Erik got down on his knees behind Novia, the muscles in his back that he worked so hard to get in the gym flexing as he spread her cheeks more to press his face into Novia’s pussy. His lips gave her open mouthed kisses on her phat pussy lips and inward. Any part of her his lips would wrap around and lightly suck. Novia broke her and Amoya’s kiss to moan softly while looking over her shoulder at Erik. Amoya reaches back to spread Novia’s cheeks for Erik. She bounced her big ass while catching a glimpse of Erik’s tongue flicking Novia’s labia back and forth. She was so puffy and aroused. Candied folds dripping with her syrupy goodness.

“Yes, Daddy, eat that phat pussy, yes, baby,” Amoya encourages Erik to go harder. Erik scrunched his brows, nose wrinkled and eyes closed as he licked her slit in long strokes. Deep pressured strokes. He had Novia’s pussy wide open while giving her everything she deserved. Novia started rocking her hips back on Erik’s tongue, moving her hips in tune with his licks.

“Fuck, Daddy, that shit looks so good,” Amoya licked her upper lip, “Let me get a taste.”

Erik ignored her. He could not stop eating the fuck out of Novia’s sugared walls. He slurped on her as if she was covered in chocolate syrup or caramel filling. Novia was a moaning mess. She could only moan and whimper. Erik was attacking her hungrily. Amoya pouted when she locked eyes with Novia. The defeated look on her face and the way her arms shook from weakness made Amoya envy Erik’s current position.

“Daddy, please share,” Amoya begged. When Erik started tongue-fucking Novia, Amoya couldn’t take it, she laid back on the couch, spreading her thighs wide, sticking two fingers in her mouth to coat it with spit before reaching down to rub her clit. Novia’s eyes dropped shut and her mouth hung wide open. She gasps over and over. Reaching her hand back to hold one of her ass cheeks open while grinding back on Erik’s tongue. Erik popped her ass sharply, prompting Novia to whimper and cry. She could feel her release coming. The closer it got the more Erik sucked on her pussy. Erik gently tugged on her clit ring with his lips before sucking it into his mouth like he was slurping oysters out a shell. Novia’s eyes rolled and her hands reached back to grab onto Erik. He gave her his arms to hold. Novia let out the most angelic moan with her face smashed into the couch. Amoya rubber her slick all over her clit, her hips jerking at that sight. Novia came all over Erik’s tongue. He mumbled something into her pussy while slapping her phat ass. Erik lifted his face from between her pussy lips, licking his lips while his dark eyes connected with Novia’s.

“Good fucking pussy on you, girl. I had you making a big ol’ mess on me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Novia spoke weakly. Novia reaches over to touch Amoya’s pussy. Amoya moves her hand away, sucking on her fingers while allowing Novia to rub and finger her pussy. Erik crawled in between Amoya’s legs, pulling them back wide. While Novia rubbed her clit, Erik tilted his head down to suck on her labia and outer lips. Amoya bites down on her bottom lip, her hips bucking. Novia watched Amoya’s face while rubbing her clit, both women caught in an intense staring match. Novia leans forward, kissing Amoya nice and slow. Novia wrapped her hand around Amoya’s neck, taking control of the kiss while her slender fingers danced over her clit. Amoya could feel herself leaking.

“You like the way I rub that juicy clit?” Novia whispered to her, “You want me to suck on that clit, baby? I’ll do whatever you want. I just want that pussy in my mouth.”

Amoya moaned in response, Novia creeping kisses down Amoya’s chest before sucking on her nipples. Amoya has B cup breasts with large chocolate nipples. Novia sucked on them like they were a delicious piece of milk chocolate. Amoya was extremely overstimulated. Novia rubbed her clit and sucked her nipples while Erik currently tongue-fucked her while rubbing her labia with his thumb. He knew that drove her crazy and made her squirt. Amoya’s hips were practically off the couch but Erik held her up. He was getting that thing. Novia spit on Amoya’s nipples before slurping them into her mouth. That tight suction made Amoya’s eyes cross. She was going to cum good and fucking hard.

“Mmmmmm!!! Umph, yes! Fuck that shit feels so good,” She spoke through clenched teeth, “Fuck! Make me cum!”

Amoya’s throat grew tight as her cries and moans were stuck there. She couldn’t make a sound as she came in Erik’s mouth. Amoya looked down at them both with disbelief before falling back on the couch.

“Damn, baby!” Erik licks his lips watching Amoya squirt. He flicked his tongue on her pussy to taste her fluids, “Cum in Daddy’s mouth. Cum all in my fucking mouth.”

“Shit, she squirts so fucking much,” Novia got down in Erik’s place, “I want some now. Can I have some Wifey? You gonna share with me?”

Erik watched Novia eat his wife’s pussy. She did it with her eyes studying Amoya’s face. Both women locked eyes. Amoya reaches down to stroke Novia’s hair from her face, holding her curls for her with one hand while the other pulled the hood of her clit back so she could receive direct stimulation to that area. Novia flicked her bean with a rhythm Amoya could vibe too because her hips were rolling. Erik worked out his arm by fisting his dick, his precum oozing down his fingers. His other hand palmed his balls. He would look down at his hard dick then back over at Novia sucking his wifes clit. The way Amoya and Novia connected made his dick painfully hard and ready to fuck. He needed to thrust his dick to the hilt in their pussy.

“Yes, get it, baby, get it, girl,” Amoya’s head eased back against the couch, “‘mmm, suck on that clit, baby, that’s right, Umph, yes, shit, damn, girl, mmm.”

“She eating you real good baby, got that puss soaking,” Erik spoke with a deep gruff tone that made Novia’s pussy jump, “You better cum in her mouth too she’s working so hard to taste that nut.”

“Mmm, Fuck! Yes! Girl, this how you eat pussy, huh?” Amoya was amazed. Her hips rolled in a circle while Novia’s lips stayed wrapped around her labia and clit, sucking it up and refusing to let go. Amoya’s thighs shook and almost squeezed Novia’s head but Erik held her legs open. His dick was pressed into Novia’s side.

“Keep going, Novia, take that cum, girl, your doing so good, ma, so fucking good. Make her pussy cum, make that pussy bust,” Erik encourages, “oooo, look at that pussy quiver, Hmph, dassit’, it’s just like tasting your favorite candy, eat it like it should be eaten you nasty bitch.”

“Damn, Daddy, this bitch is something! Ummm!” Amoya yanks Novia’s hair, moving her head to make her suck on her clit like she was sucking on the head of a phat dick. Her lips dragged up and down her clit. Amoya’s wrist shook and the moment she pulled Novia’s head back, she was squirting. Amoya shouted while Novia drank her up.

All the blood in Erik’s body must have rushed to his dick with the amount of pressure he was feeling around his balls and the tip of his dick. His dick was standing straight out and stabbing Novia in her hip. His dick was so phat and massive. A whopping ten inches rigid and unyielding. Novia climbed on top of Amoya, sharing her tongue with her so she could taste herself. Amoya strokes Novia’s back before cupping both her ass cheeks.

“Mhm, I wanna eat your wet pussy just like that too. Lemme eat you too. Mmm, sit on my face,” Amoya made Novia suck on her fingers, “Yes, mmm, let me taste you.”

“Anything for you, sweetie,” Novia whispered. Amoya put her fingers deep inside of Novia’s pussy. Novia rode her fingers, her pussy making loud squelching noises. Erik couldn’t even fist his dick because it was so sensitive. Just wrapping his hand around it would make him bust. He needed it sucked and slurped on right now and Amoya and Novia were having fun without him. He really wanted Novia to suck all over his ten inch steely pipe. Both women got down on the couch, Novia sitting her puss on Amoya’s lips. Amoya instantly licked Novia up like she was starving. Novia fingered Amoya’s pussy nice and slow, Amoya creaming on her fingers. Erik had enough of this. He needed attention too. It is his birthday after all.

“Here,” Erik stood in front of Novia over the arm of the couch, “Suck Daddy’s dick.”

Novia wraps her hand around Erik causing him to throw his head back. Novia kisses the tip of his dick repeatedly while looking into his eyes. Erik watched her with weak eyes and a pout of his lips. Novia jerked his dick while letting out soft moans because Amoya was tonguing that clit just right. Rolling that clit ring around the tip of her sharp tongue. Erik forcefully grabs her hair, smacking her lips with his dick.

“Didn’t I tell you to suck this Daddy dick? You better take getting that phat puss ate while sucking me.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Novia engulfs Erik’s dick, swallowing him whole. She twirled her tongue around the tip of his dick before bobbing her head over his length. Erik watched her pretty espresso eyes open and close while she whimpered and gurgled on his meat. Her jaws were so tight on him. She didn’t want that dick out her mouth at all. Erik grabs Novia’s hair into a ponytail while lowering her head over his length. Her lips strained to fit around him since Erik is so damn girthy. Amoya flicks Novia’s jeweled clit from side to side, Novia’s toes curling and her belly clenching. She couldn’t scream, she could only whimper with a mouth full of dick. That chocolate stick going in and out of her little mouth. She was about to cum all over Amoya’s face.

Novia popped her mouth off of Erik’s sloppy dick, “Daddy, I’m about to cum!”

“Suck my fucking dick, Novia-“

“But Daddy! Ummmmmmm, Daddy it’s coming, it’s coming-“

“You want Daddy to fuck your throat? I will make you choke in here you better give me what I need. You gon’ do what I say?”

“UMPH!!! Oh! Yes! Yes! Right there baby! I’ve been wanting this all day! Yes! Gawd! You love my pussy so muchhhhh! Ah!!!” Novia completely ignored Erik with the way Amoya was eating her pussy.

She was losing her voice. Amoya drained Novia dry. Erik glared at Novia, pulling her hair again. Novia whimpers in slight pain while Erik smashes her face into his crotch. He wanted that dick sucked now. He was tired of being left out. Amoya lifts from under Novia, getting down on her knees to join her in sucking her mans dick. Erik noticed her coming with a wet face so he pulled his dick out of Novia’s mouth to smack Amoya in the face with it. Amoya could feel the spit from his dick on her cheek. He was very very hard and very very mad.

“Daddy needs his dick sucked and you kept distracting Novia. Why don’t you suck on this sack since you like actin’ up. It’s Daddy’s special day today. Both of y’all better suck my dick and make me bust a big nut. Think I’m playing.”

Novia sucks Erik’s dick with so much passion. She stroked it with her mouth and no hands. All of him could fit in her mouth and it drove him crazy. Then Amoya’s constant sucking on his nuts had the tip of his dick dripping with pre cum in Novia’s mouth. All that slurping and gurgling Novia was doing is exactly what Erik wanted to hear.

“Such a pretty dick sucker. You like being a slut for me? You like sucking this dick when I’m married? You like swallowing all this pipe that fucks my wife? Huh?”

His words made Novia feel even more horny and wet.

“Did I answer your wish, baby girl? You wished you could suck my fat dick? Mmm, good bitch, please Daddy’s dick.”

Amoya came up while biting her lower lip with pleading eyes. She wanted some dick too. Erik pulled Novia’s mouth off his dick so that Amoya could have some. Novia sucked on Amoya’s nipples while Amoya sucked his dick. She stroked his shaft while sucking the tip of his dick, spit oozing down the sides of her mouth. Novia reaches out to stroke Erik’s wet balls while tonguing Amoya’s nipples.

“Damn, you have a big fat dick,” Novia said while watching Amoya suck Erik’s dick, “I would love to eat that up. It’s so big. Just so BIG.”

Amoya popped her mouth off, licking the side of Erik’s shaft. Novia sucked the tip of Erik’s dick, moaning with it in her mouth while her pretty espresso eyes blinked up at him innocently.

Novia popped her mouth off to lick the tip of his dick, “I could do this for hours and forget the time,” She spoke in an alluring tone.

“Mmm, is that right? You like being a mouth to fuck, huh?”

“Yes, please, Daddy. My mouth is your to fuck,” Novia stares almost cross-eyed at Erik’s dick, “Wow, thats a big, black, juicy, meaty, dick.” Her lips found the tip of his dick again. Erik’s mouth hung open and his eyes were slits. The feeling of Amoya’s tongue on his shaft while Novia sucked his phat tip made his balls jump.

“My pussy is so wet,” Amoya rubbed her clit. She could hear her wetness glide over her erect clit that was in desperate need to be sucked on. “Fuck, look at all that dick in her mouth. Look, Daddy.”

Erik could hardly look. Novia was aiming to milk him.

“She’s a very very good girl,” Amoya whispered while grabbing Erik’s balls, “mmm, she’s taking all that yummy dick, Daddy. Bust in her mouth please.”

Erik was grunting and moaning with a defeated expression on his face. Amoya’s words and the way she was working his balls threw Erik over the deep end. He was being controlled by a good dick sucking bitch with a sugary pussy and a big ol’ ass.

“Her mouth is full of Daddy’s dick. She loves sucking on your big black dick, she knows it’s my husbands dick that’s why she enjoys it so much. She’s a nasty slut, Daddy. Just use her mouth for your cum, Daddy.”

Erik held the back of Novia’s head as his cum shot off in her mouth. Amoya crawled over, sticking her tongue out with Novia’s to catch his nut. Erik rapidly jerked his dick, spurts of cum spilling on their face and tongue. His abs were so sweaty and so was his neck. Both women licked the rest of his dick to get all of his cum. Two tongues on his dick made him cum a little more. Novia and Amoya gave the tip of his dick open-mouthed kisses.

“GODDAYM.” Erik finally found his voice to speak, “nasty bitches, Hmph!”

“It’s so thick,” Novia closed her eyes while licking her upper lip with the tip of her tongue, “I’m gonna enjoy choking on this monster dick.”

“I’m gonna fuck your pussy up. Keep talking like that and watch how I give you this big dick.” Erik barked out, “Lil’ nasty bitch. You like giving that puss up I know you do.”

“Mmm, is it all for me, Daddy?”

“Thats fucking right girl-“

“I need to be smacked in the face with this amazing huge dick. Smack me around with that dick a good bit, I love it so much.”

Amoya dragged her tongue up Novia’s neck. Novia slowly closed her eyes, extending her neck for more.

“Shit, we taking this to the bed, fuck that.” Erik reached down for both women. Amoya and Novia walked in front of him, leading the way to the bedroom so they could finish what they started. Climbing the stairs was a struggle for Erik because he couldn’t help reaching out to smack both of their asses. Finally, Amoya pulled Novia’s arm as they walked into the large master bedroom with a platform bed like royalty. The room was surrounded with ceiling to floor windows that showed the valley at night time and a view of the pool and jacuzzi. Amoya couldn’t keep her hands, lips, and tongue off of Novia. She pushed Novia down on the bed, climbing on top of her to kiss her. Novia rubbed her hands over Amoya’s bubble booty before dragging her nails up her spine. Erik sat on the bed, leaning forward to suck on Novia’s right nipple. Amoya’s hand came down between Novia’s legs to rub her pierced clit in a slow circle. Novia’s hips bucked.

Erik could not stop watching them kiss. They did it so gently. Novia would suck on Amoya’s bottom lip, Amoya would drag her pink tongue across Novia’s lips, then they would equally suck each others tongues and lips while staring each other in the eyes. Erik wanted to taste Novia’s lips too. He grabs Novia’s chin, and stuck his tongue deep in her mouth. Novia wraps a hand around his neck to kiss him back just as hard. Erik’s brows creased when he felt her small hand rest over his Adam’s apple. She could hardly fit her hand around him. She kept up with him though which turned him on heavily. Novia broke the kiss to moan sharply, resulting in Erik’s lips placing an open mouthed kiss on her jaw instead.

“You like this big black dick you better take all of me in that phat pussy like a good little bitch.” Erik whispered to her. Novia’s mouth was unhinged and her curls we’re tangled and all over her face. Amoya was dragging her tongue from her entrance where all that honey spilled all the way up to her jeweled clit. She did it at a lagging pace while studying Novia’s face. Novia sat up on her elbows, moving her hips to follow the unhurried pace of Amoya’s tongue. Her clit and inner folds were so erect and rushing with blood. She was ready to explode.

“Huuuuuh” She gasps, breathing in deeply. Novia sighed, sounds barely audible, and stuck in her throat. Erik’s dick was pointed to the ceiling. He bites his bottom lip while glaring down at Amoya enjoying Novia’s pierced clit. She was being very stingy. Erik wanted to bust Novia’s pussy wide open with all of his dick.

“Ooooooooooo, uh-uh-uhhhhh,” Novia’s eyes rolled shut as she came in Amoya’s mouth for a second time that night. Even though Erik wanted a piece of Novia for himself, watching Amoya make Novia’s pussy cum with just her tongue turned Erik on. Amoya kisses Novia’s inner thighs, leading up her body. Before she could kiss Novia, Erik grabs Amoya’s neck to make her kiss him instead. He wanted to taste Novia’s pussy too. He was an addict for that sugar that Novia produced. Now he wanted it to coat his dick.

“Tryna be stingy? Daddy needs some of her pussy too, baby. You gotta share.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Amoya said with a pout of her lips.

“You’re gonna let Novia have some pussy while I fuck her pussy up with this Big Daddy Dick?”

“Uh-huh, yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” Erik let go of his wife’s neck, watching her crawl to the top of the bed to lay down. Novia turned around to arch her back, all that big ass in the air with the deepest arch. Erik didn’t even need to tell her, she knows how to point that ass straight up and bend her back. All that thick dick was going to fit inside of Novia’s tight pussy. He couldn’t wait.

“Mmmm, look at this lil’ sexy pussy,” Erik smacked his dick on Novia’s clit, “Ready for me to make them cheeks clap?”

“Yes,” Novia spoke into Amoya’s pussy. Amoya held her hair out of the way while Novia finger-fucked her pussy and licking her clit at the same time.

Erik wasted no time sinking his dick in her deep, tight hole. He held her cheeks apart so he could watch how his vast and long dick stretching her walls out. Novia popped her lips off Amoya’s clit to look back at Erik with a single thick brow elevated and her mouth hanging open. Her pussy was pulling on his dick. Erik was almost all the way in, only about an inch left. He stayed still with his eyes on her face. She could not believe that much dick was in her pussy. Amoya is a lucky woman. Dick so massive in her little pussy. Erik pulls all the way out to the tip causing Novia’s head to fall forward while her fingers still stroked Amoya’s pussy. Erik then sank back inside but faster this time, making Novia pop her ass and arch her back more. She could not stop looking back at Erik.

“Mmmm,” Erik hummed with pleasure, “make you take it right here on this bed.”

“Umph, Fuck-“ Novia hissed.

“I’m gonna beat this thang up. Just you wait.”

“Yeah? Teach me how to take this fat dick? Show me what it feels like?” Show me how this ass clap, Daddy?”

Erik stood still, “Fuck this fat dick. Make it bust. Work this dick and take care of both of us, bitch.”

Amoya wanted to cum so bad. She pulled Novia’s head down to her pussy, Novia’s lips wrapped around her clit. Erik grunted angrily, slamming his dick inside to remind Novia of her task. Novia moaned sharply, popping her lips off of Amoya’s pussy again. Amoya lets out deep, shuddering breaths. Her pussy quivered with need. Novia was sucking it so damn good. She needed Amoya to herself. Erik did too. They couldn’t share her.

“Make me bust a nut right now!” Erik’s deep voice barked out. Novia widened her legs, grabbed a handful of the sheets, and started throwing her pussy back on Erik’s dick. Her pussy made creamy noises then it started queefing, “I hear that pussy making all that damn noise. It’s okay, baby, Daddy like all that noise. Daddy like it cuz I know it’s my dick that for you doing that.”

Novia’s ass clapped off of Erik fast and hard. Her pussy was hot and moist around him. Novia moaned in little gasps while her hips thrust back in a desperate rhythm.

“Nice back it up motion with that lil’ sexy pussy,” Erik strikes Novia’s ass, “Gon’ head and fuck this Daddy dick. Love a phatty throwing it back.”

Amoya crawled towards the end of the bed, opening her legs wide while rubbing her clit. Amoya grabs Erik’s free hand, bringing his fingers to her entrance.

“Daddy, please, stuff me,” Amoya begged.

“I got you, Wifey, don’t worry,” Erik used three fingers, “Damn, thats stuffed enough for you? Your shit is so wet.”

“Mmm, yes, Big Daddy,” Amoya pulled on her nipples while watching Erik fuck her, “Damn, daddy, she throwing that juicy pussy on you. Fuck that dick bitch. Mmm, Daddy, she’s really enjoying it.”

“Nice way to give that pussy up,” Erik thumped her ass before grabbing the side of her ass with his fingers to hold her still while he delivered strokes. With his other hand stroking Amoya’s puss, Erik practically dragged Novia onto his dick with his other hand.

“Poor lil’ puss,” Erik knew he was beating her pussy up, “Such a brave lil’ bitch taking all this thick pipe in your guts, girl.”

Amoya squeezed Erik’s fingers while creaming and squirting. Erik kept going in her pussy, making her cum again. Amoya’s thighs shook as she let out a forced breath from her lungs. Erik pulled his fingers out, placing them in Amoya’s mouth for her to suck on. Novia was in heaven with the way Erik fucked her. Erik’s fingers slipped out of Amoya’s mouth to grab onto Novia’s hips. She looked back at Erik while her curls bounced around her head because of how hard and rushed he fucked her. Novia looked over at Amoya with an open mouth and her eyes fluttering shut. When they finally closed, Amoya grabs Novia’s chin, sharing the cum from her pussy with her. They flicked tongues before Novia bites her bottom lip, face creased like she was about to cry.

“Back up on Daddy’s dick, come on Novia, give Daddy that pussy,” Amoya whispered in her ear while watching her husband pound Novia.

“D-daddy has my pussy c-cumming already, fuckkkkk,” Novia’s cream filling coated Erik’s dick heavily. He pulled out, watching Amoya suck Novia’s cum off. She became dick hungry and sucked him some more after he was clean on his dick.

“Don’t forget Daddy’s nuts,” Erik made Amoya lick Novia’s cum from his sack, “Give Novia a taste, don’t be stingy. It’s always polite to share.”

Novia and Amoya tongue kissed. The sweet tang of her cum made Amoya’s pussy leak some more. Erik reaches over to flick Amoya’s clit. He lined himself up with her pussy, pulling her legs all the way back and then bam! He was right inside her smothering walls. Amoya fought for more oxygen when Erik thrust into her. Still, after three years it felt like the first time fucking him. Her emerging gasps fueled Erik to pump into her like he was doing push ups. Erik forced Amoya’s legs over his shoulders while drilling her. She looked down at his thick dick and couldn’t watch anymore. Novia rubbed her clit while staring into Erik’s eyes. She pouted when she saw his cream coated dick go to town in Amoya so forcefully. Novia’s breath rushed in and out quickly with need.

“Damn, Daddy! FUCK!” Amoya slapped her own ass, “FUCK, DADDY! Make me cum with that big ass dick!”

“Yes, make that pussy cum with that fat ass dick,” Novia motivated Erik, “oooooo, Daddy, you’re tearing her pussy up!”

“Taking every inch of me like the good little girl you are,” Erik held his dick deep, Amoya’s breath halted, “Cum on this dick. Make you cum, right? Make you cum? Make you cum, baby?” Amoya rapidly nods her head, “Then give Daddy that puss so I can make this good puss cum all over this motherfucking bed-“

“Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhh!-“

“Mhm, making all that damn noise-“

“Uhhhhhhhhhhh, Dadddyyyyyyyyyy!”

Amoya was about to squirt. Novia got down between her legs, her tongue out and touching her chin from how long it was. She was ready to sip off that pussy. Amoya’s cum came flowing and while Erik still stroked, Novia arched forward to lick up as much as she could off Erik’s dick and her pussy. Amoya gave a shivering inhale when more of her squirt splashed out. Erik pulls his dick out, face between Amoya’s legs with Novia, licking her pussy to clean it up.

“Fuck,” Amoya’s toes curled. Erik pulled Novia’s hair to make her turn to him, Erik putting his tongue in her mouth so they can share her juices. Erik’s dick hit Novia in her stomach. Novia grabs it, stroking it nice and slow. It was heavy in her hand. Amoya finally got up, kissing Novia’s neck and whispering nasty things in her ear. Novia broke the kiss with Erik to kiss Amoya. Her hand left Erik’s dick and now she was back on Amoya. Novia pushes Amoya down onto the bed. Novia got on top of her, lining her clit up with Amoya’s clit. They both began tribbing. Their wet sticky pussies easily moved against each other’s. Unsteady moans filled the room. Erik watched the way Novia’s phat ass would bounce with need when she forced her hips to move with Amoya’s. Amoya lifted her hips from the bed to grind up into Novia’s pussy. Erik crawled on the bed on his knees, jerking his dick behind Novia’s plump ass. Erik smacked his dick on her cheeks one by one, before dragging down to sink inside of her pussy from the back again.

“Umph! Umph!” Novia sucked in a sharp breath as she pushed Erik back. His dick was too deep and big in her sensitive pussy.

Erik kisses his teeth, taking his hand to crack Novia’s ass angrily for pushing away from his dick. She was cumming on Amoya’s pussy. Then seconds later, Amoya cums. Erik watched with a clenched jaw as all her cream spilled out and rolled down her clit and onto Amoya’s pussy. All that cum.

“I’m fucking tired of this,” Erik picked Novia up, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding her firmly with his tight arms encircling her waist. He put his dick right back where it belonged, his hand reaching out to cradle Novia’s neck to make her look at him. He didn’t give her time to adjust, his dick was so deep in her. Novia clawed his shoulders while Erik bounced her. She felt every vein, all his girth, and his length. Nothing was held back.

“I’m taking this puss. Make your ass remember what this dick feel like. Have you feeling this dick even when I’m not in it, bitch. You like being Daddy’s little slut for this dick?”

“Uhhhh, yes! Dig my pussy out, Daddy!”

Amoya got down on her knees to lick Erik’s balls. She could see right up into Novia’s puss while she was taking all of Erik’s dick. That puss is being rawed hard.

“Umph, get in that pussy, fuck that pussy,” Amoya spoke between licks, “Ohhhh, she’s loving that-“

“Yeah, she loves this dick,” Erik hooked his arms under her legs, bringing them up. Novia was nice and bendy since she was so flexible. Now she had nowhere to run while Erik fucked her.

“Ooooo,” Novia couldn’t keep her eyes on Erik.

“What?” Erik said with a cocky grin.

“I love having your dick in me it feels so good,” Novia whispered shallowly from her lungs.

“GIMMIE this sexy lil’ pussy. You taking all of me, girl-“

“I love taking dick, a lot of dick, Daddy.”

Amoya was mesmerized by the view of Novia’s clit stretching over Erik’s dick and that pretty jewel coated with her cum. Amoya just knew that her clit could feel the thickness of Erik’s dick tug on it over and over. She imagined fucking Novia with her dildos. She couldn’t wait for this weekend to really kick off.

“He about to bust, girl,” Erik was referring to his fat dick, “Damn, shit, Hmph, give this pussy up and make me cum bitch-FUCKKKKKKKK, BRUH!”

Erik slips Novia off his dick, a hand wrapped around the base to jerk his cum load out. Both Novia and Amoya were down on their knees, ready and waiting. Sticking their tongues out, Erik shot off his first load, the cum landing on Amoya’s lips. More and more came and soon their faces were covered in it. Erik couldn’t believe he came that much. His cum just wouldn’t stop. Their tongues flicking the tip of his dick made it worse. He watched as his dick jumped and spilled with cum while they attacked that meaty pole. He pulled both of their hair and backed away.

Novia and Amoya stood with their facials, Erik grabbing both of their necks and pulling them in for a kiss. All three of their tongues thrashed and Erik could taste his cum mixed with theirs while he kissed them. It was so erotic. His dick would not go down. Erik pulled Novia back so he could stare at her. That breathtaking bitch was responsible for making him nut so damn much. This was only the beginning. Amoya pulled Novia towards her, licking Erik’s cum from her face. They looked like they wanted to play some more. It was going to be a long night. Erik walked away to grab some water for them, leaving Novia and Amoya alone to explore some more until Big Daddy came back to get his.

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darlingpetao3 · 4 years ago

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Click, Click, Click (Oliver Queen x Reader)

Rating: T

Summary: Oliver Queen comes in for a photoshoot with Plaything, the adult entertainment magazine for which you model. Being a fan of the billionaire playboy, will you be able to compose yourself, especially when your colleague has her eye on him too?

A/N: This story features playboy Oliver from before the shipwreck. I also wrote this with no specific character in mind, but Oliver really did seem to fit this story in the end! No smut, but still Hot

Tag List: @fandomdancer @bluesclues-1234 @pinkdiamond1016

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“Oliver Queen, on set! The star of the hour is in the house, folks!”

You have no idea why the sudden surge of jitters shocks you, but it does nonetheless. You weren’t like this an hour ago, nor yesterday, or last month when it was announced Oliver Queen would be the next heartthrob to grace the pages of Plaything, the adult entertainment magazine for which you model. You model for its fashion pages, because, yes, believe it or not, fashion plays a significant part in the world of smutty magazines. Sometimes, you even get to keep the lingerie you’re photographed in if it suits your fancy.

It’s like it wasn’t real - Oliver Queen gracing the inner folds of the magazine, the fact that he’s actually here. But now, merely hearing his name does something exhilarating to your body and your brain. This only makes you wonder how you’ll feel when you have to pose next to him in barely any clothes.

Upon hearing the call to the crew, you push everything you’re feeling down and lock it away. Professionalism is the key. There’s no way you can be fangirling around Oliver. It wouldn’t look good. For you or the company.

“So, you ready for the hunk?”

Your modelling partner in the photoshoot, Sugar, walks up beside you, very much to your dismay. Even though this magazine in particular has done its part in contributing to empowering women’s sexuality and solidarity among each other, you hate who you’ve been teamed up with for this shoot, solidarity be damned. She’s tried to undermine and embarrass you countless times before, and you’ll be damned if she succeeds in ruining this for you.

“More than you know,” you respond, including a fake smile.

“Remember,” Sugar says, touching up her lipstick, “you can’t ask out the stars.”

“Ha, that’s rich coming from you.” She’s done worse than just ‘ask out the stars.’

In your periphery, the gliding body of the one and only Oliver Queen walks by, and both your and Sugar’s heads turn to follow him. God, he is glowing in that white robe covering whatever outfit (or lack thereof) they’ve put him in. What a man…

Okay, keep cool.

It’s not like you’re going to be rubbing your hands all over his chest, feeling him up all over.

It’s also not like you’ve fantasized about this before.

Except you will, and you have.

The crew switches on the massive white lights aimed at the bedroom set -- it’s nearing showtime. You feel you should introduce yourself to Oliver, seeing as you’ve yet to meet him officially. Only in your daydreams.

“Oliver, hey,” you start, catching his attention. You offer your name. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Hi,” he says. “And it is lovely to meet you.”

BRB, swimming in the pools of those eyes…

“Excited for today?”

“Excited, yeah, definitely,” he laughs a little. “A few nerves, but good nerves.”

Your hand moves on its own to rest on his arm, an innocent gesture.

“As long as they’re good ones,” you smile sweetly. He lights up a bit at that, and there’s something about the way he looks at you that makes you feel like you’re the only one in the room. But of course, Sugar has to reappear at this moment. Her arm slinks around his shoulders.

“We’re so glad you’re here with us today, Oliver,” she coos, “We’re going to have so much fun together.”

As Sugar pulls Oliver with her evil claws, the three of you move towards the photoshoot set, wherein you find a massive bed adorned with zebra-print sheets and a couple moody and provocative pieces of art on the walls.

“Alright, everyone,” calls the photographer, “time to drop the robes. Let’s make some magic!”

Sugar is the first to drop her silk covering, now fully on display for Oliver to see. The wardrobe department put her in a pure white lingerie bodysuit and matching white knee-high boots. Yes, yes, she looks fantastic, which is why you didn’t want to be paired with her for this in the first place. You had hoped maybe it could have been just a one on one with Oliver… But no. The higher-ups wanted a threesome for the fashion pages.

“It’s what the public wants,” they said. And who are you to argue with that?

All eyes are on Sugar, which includes Oliver, and that sparks a new level of jealousy within you. Now you have to even the playing field. Luckily, wardrobe decked you out in something even better, even sexier in your opinion. You undo the belt of your own robe and let it pool to the floor, revealing your drop-dead outfit - a black teddy that frames your breasts magnificently, complete with stockings, a thigh-length garter belt and black heels.

If it weren’t for Sugar dragging Oliver closer to the bed, you think he would have stood there in place for an undetermined amount of time, unaware he was ogling you. Point to you…

Sugar helps Oliver undo his robe (as if he needed help, leave the poor guy alone), and this is when you finally get to see his outfit - just a black mesh top and black trunks, exceptionally form-fitting, and have buttons going up the front of them.

Now you’re the one that can’t look away.

The photographer directs you all to get settled on the bed, both of you girls on either side of Oliver. You think you might be the only one who sees his chest rise and fall as he takes a calming breath.

Lights, camera... action.

After the go-ahead, you lean in to touch his shoulder and nestle in around his ear. He smells amazing, first of all, and you decide to plant a kiss below his earlobe. Maybe playing with his hair would look good for a shot too. Not because your fingers have always wanted to feel what his hair is like or anything.

It’s incredibly soft, though.

“Great, ladies,” the photographer tells you and Sugar, “now both you start nibbling where you are. That alright, Oliver?”

“Yeah,” the specimen says.

This only makes you wonder where Sugar is situated, and with a glance, you see that she’s lifting Oliver’s shirt a bit and has the hem of his underwear in her teeth. Tamping down the fire, you do your own bit of teeth-work and play with his ear. Oliver’s eyes have closed now. These pics are going to be stellar.

“Let’s lift that shirt up some more, Oliver.”

With your teeth grazing your bottom lip, you do the honours and curl your fingers into his black mesh shirt and tug. A deadly smirk winds onto his lips. You half-wonder if he pulls that look out in his actual bedroom… You return his sexy smile as if you’re really sharing this playfully intimate scene. The clicks coming from the camera are nonstop, filling the room. Clickclickclick.

“Gorgeous, gorgeous. Oliver, you know what? Can you take off your top? Let’s show some more skin.”

As if he remembers there is indeed a camera and its operator present, Oliver sheds his shirt in one smooth motion over his head. He stares into your eyes, and you see a spark. Starling City’s very own playboy tosses the garment to the floor to reveal his chiselled abdominal muscles.

Good Lord.

This really will be eye-opening for the public.

“Okay, (Y/N), get in there.”

You don’t have to be told twice. First, you let your hand rest on his chest and press your body against him. His arm snakes around behind you so that his hand falls to your waist. His fingers slide against the fabric of your black skimpy lingerie, but his warm palm is gracing the bare skin at your hip. Jesus, his hands are big. The fact that his other one is touching Sugar on his other side stirs the green-eyed monster inside you.

Definitely unprofessional.

Even though you don’t want to, you catch a glimpse of what Sugar is doing to him. Gah. She’s leaving lipstick-laden kisses to his pecs. Not. Okay.

“Turn your body a little more to the camera, (Y/N),” the photographer tells you, so you comply.

But something truly miraculous happens.

Oliver moves his head a little closer to you, reaching a finger under your chin to get you to look back at him. It’s a good thing you don’t live within a cartoon because you’d be that character where their heart beats animatedly up through their chest. Your mouth opens a bit, and now he’s staring at your lips…

Sugar, on the other side of him, is doing her best to try to pull his attention back to her. She wants him to look at her the way he’s doing with you. She wants him to touch her, but it’s like she doesn’t exist to him.

“Yes, perfect!” the photographer shouts. “More of that! You know what…? Sugar, honey, can you step out for a second?”

Your eyes go wide, while his narrow at you. You’re alone. With Oliver Queen. Dead sexy Oliver Queen. All to yourself.

Dreams do come true.

That underwear he’s got on has your full attention again. Honestly, these should make for some great photos… You let your hand glide down to where his V-muscles disappear below the underwear and let it linger there a bit.

“That’s great, (Y/N). Why don’t you play with a button?” And so, you play with the first button with your thumb and forefinger. That’s as far as you planned to go.

With your fingers, that is...

You are sure to look into his eyes, he’s fully invested in this now, whether it’s now his photoshoot persona or otherwise. You want to see if he trusts you, and he gives the slightest nod.

Then it’s like something possesses you - you’re now bending down to his chest on display to tease his nipple with your tongue.

Heavens above, the noise that escapes those perfect lips. There has never been a more beautiful melody that has been heard in this world. And you did that.

The next thing you know, you’re pinned to the zebra-print sheets with Oliver over top of you. Your chest is positively heaving, but yours is not the only one.

“Amazing, you two! I think that's a wrap on Oliver Queen for Plaything! This is going to sell millions, go viral, you name it. All of it!”

It’s over, already?

Please, no, can we just keep going?

You clear your throat, and Oliver moves up off of you, helping you up in the process.

“Well, that was…” he starts.

“Wasn’t it?” you finish breathlessly. You both are now standing in this private bubble of unresolved sexual tension that you cannot act upon. Just great. I’ll never see him again. I should just be thankful this happened.

“It was wonderful to work with you, Oliver.” You stick out your hand at a last-ditch effort for professionalism here. He’s kind enough to shake it. “What do you plan on doing next?”

The corner of his lip tugs upward slightly, and then he clears his throat.

“Oh, this and that,” he replies, “but more presently, I was thinking dinner. Care to join me?”

Somehow managing not to splutter nonsensical words, you manage to say, “I would love that.”

Loophole - you didn’t ask him.

“Great. I’ll have a car pick us up.”

“If you could possibly have them-”

“Use the back entrance? Consider it done.” There’s that famously charming Oliver Queen smile… “See you soon?”

All you can do is nod. You hold your breath when Oliver leans in close and whispers in your ear, “Why don’t you leave that on under your clothes, hm?” and retreats with a wink.

Yup. This lingerie will be ruined before the night is over one way or another.

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dragonotaku-justineverything · 5 years ago

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Erza has been trying to using violence to stop Natsu from fighting all the time. However one day she decides to use a differen tactic... seduction and Natsu doesn't know how to react to that.

“Hahahaha! Is that all you got Elfman!?”

The Fairy Tail guild hall was in another all out brawl. At the center of it was of course their resident Fire Dragon Slayer. It’d all started with Elfman annoying Natsu more than usual with his “being a real Man” talk. Before anyone knew it, magic was being thrown left and right throughout the guild.

Natsu dodged to the side to avoid a spell from Gajeel and threw a Fire Dragon’s Wing back at him, grinning wildly the entire time. He burst out laughing when he saw it connect dead on.

While this brawl was raging, Erza was sitting down out of the way. She listened to Natsu laugh and grin away as the guild hall turned into a storm of dust, magic, and debris. She really didn’t understand why he had to start a fight at least once a week. She sighed and just took another bite of her cake.

‘I really wish Natsu would stop causing so many fights. But, that’s simply who he is I suppose. I’ll just give him another talking to later once again, so long as the fight stays contained and away from me.’ Erza thought.

Juuuuust as the shattered remains of a bench soared into the back of her head

…

Oh dear…

Erza sighed, finished the last two bites of her strawberry cake, dabbed her mouth clean with her napkin, and stood up. She took a deep breath in through her nose, and then...

“NAAAAAATTSSSSUUUUUUUU!”

The entire guild hall froze to a halt when they heard a roar that was way more terrifying than any kind of S-class monster could make.

Natsu was the worst off, because he was the target of the rage behind that roar. Natsu froze on the table he was standing on and stood ramrod straight. He started to shiver as he looked behind him. Approaching slowly was the silhouette of his pissed off girlfriend. A blood red aura flicked behind her like flames and her eyes entirely red.

Natsu did the only thing he knew how to do in this situation.

Beg for his salmon haired life.

“E-Erza! N-now I know y-your p-p-probably mad at me, b-but Elfman started it!”

Elfman managed to find his voice just enough to defend himself. “H-hey! I-It’s not very manly to throw others to the wolves!”

Natsu hoped that would have been enough to divert Erza’s furious gaze, but seeing as she was still stomping towards him, it didn’t work. “E-Erza? H-hey…”Erza was only 10 feet away when she yelled “REQUIP!” and her silhouette was engulfed by a bright yellow light as she kept moving towards Natsu.

Natsu dropped to his knees on the table top and pressed hands together. He repeatedly bowed his head so low and fast that he actually started cracking the table on accident. “I’m sorry Erza! Please have mercy! Mercy I beg of you! Y-you love me right?! So please d-don’t….don’t…” Natsu had stopped bowing/slamming his head to look at Erza, and he watched her reemerge.

Instead of coming out of her silhouette in her Black Wing Armor, her Flame Empress Armor, or dragons forbid her Purgatory Armor, Erza came out wearing an armor set that no one expected.

The armor consisted of common steel gauntlets that covered her arms up to her bicep; thigh high, dark mesh stockings; pink panties with very thin strings; and a maid’s hat in her loose scarlet hair. The only thing she was wearing as a top was a long white apron….with no bra. In her left hand was the armor set’s weapon, a simple sword with a golden blade and a purple handle. Along the flat of the blade was an inscription that read, “Come on Boy”.

This was Erza’s Seduction Armor. It was an armor Natsu had only ever seen in his dreams since Erza’s told him about it.

Erza wasn’t stomping towards Natsu’s kneeling form anymore. Now, she was swaying her way towards him. Her hips slowly moved side to side as she put one foot in front of the other. Natsu’s cheeks lit up red as he stuttered out, “Er-Er-Er-Erz-za-za-”

Erza placed her right knee on the bench in front of the table, and leaned in towards Natsu who was still on his needs. Her face came directly in front of his, only a few inches apart. Her glossy lips were slightly parted as she sensually breathed out, “Naaatsuuuu~” Her free right hand reach up and the cool metal of her gauntlet gently brushed along the right side of Natsu’s defined jaw.

Natsu felt the cool steel stroke his jaw, and promptly threw himself back in sheer panic. However, he did forget he was on a table. So when he threw himself back, he also threw himself off the table, and the back of his head smacked into the floor. He paid no mind to the throb of pain from the back of his head and sat back up to look back to where he had just been. Back towards Erza.

She’d kept crawling forward along the table after Natsu. When she reached the table’s edge, she swung her legs forward slowly and stretched them outward. Natsu and anyone else in the guild that were watching, which was basically the few remaining who hadn’t passed out from massive blood loss from their nosebleeds, got a perfect look at her long, smooth, stocking clad legs. Said legs gently touched their feet down on the wooden floor and Erza slid off the table.

She immediately sauntered right up to Natsu’s sitting form. She shifted her golden sword into a reverse grip in her left hand. She swiftly raised her left hand and drove the blade down into the wooden floor between Natsu’s spread legs. The blade sank into the floor like it was made out of clay. The blade came to a stop in the floor and Natsu was left staring dead at the “Boy” printed on the flat of the blade.

Erza squatted down alongside her sword, her butt being stuck out slightly as a wonderful side effect. She let go of the handle and moved towards Natsu. She was kneeling right in front of Natsu, pressing her well endowed bosom right into his face.

She looked down into his dark onyx eyes and he looked up into her visible chocolate brown left eye as best he could past her apron covered chest. Erza brushed her hair out of the way of her left eye with her right, though her hair fell immediately back down so Natsu wasn’t sure why she bothered. Either way, she looked absolutely gorgeous.

Erza lowered her right hand to softly caress Natsu’s cheek. She finally spoke after a few seconds of them just looking at one another in that position. It was in a very breathy and light tone, almost sultry. “Natsu, why do you always have to cause trouble like this? That’s very naughty of you~.” She softly traced her fingers along Natsu’s cheek. She made a small pout that somehow only added to her sexiness. “You can be such a bad boy at times.”

Natsu tried to speak and defend himself. However, with the lower half of his face being covered by an apron clad F cup pair of tits, and his face finally knowing what it felt like to be on fire, the only noises he was able to make that were audible were, “Mmmur…..herm….phermf…” Even without being smother it would have sounded like nonsense anyways.

Erza however acted like she understood him. “I know, I know you love to fight, but fighting so much is what bad boys do. I want you to be a good boy, because then I could reward you~. Would you like me to reward you Natsu~?”

Natsu didn’t even try to speak this time. He just nodded dumbly, which also made his face slightly rub into her massive bust.

Erza smiled and licked her lips. “That’s good, because I want to reward you to~. Do you promise to be a good boy for me? At least for a little while~?” Erza pressed her tits into Natsu’s face just a bit more. Her answer was another nod from Natsu. “That’s my good boy. Now let me give my good boy a little reward for being so understanding~.”

Erza pulled her chest back from Natsu’s face, a cruel blessing that allowed Natsu to breathe freely again, even if he preferred the method of suffocation he was under. Though Natsu’s freedom to breathe was quickly taken away once again when Erza latched her mouth onto his.

Erza’s eyes were closed as she melded into her kiss. Her lips moved slowly against Natsu’s, fitting perfectly against them as she closed them, sucking on Natsu’s lower lip very briefly before she let go and started again. Her cheeks took on a little pink dusting when she slipped her tongue easily into Natsu’s warm mouth. Her tongue lightly touched Natsu’s, like it was curious about it’s new surroundings. Then it went all in, pushing harder against his tongue and easily won dominance she easily moved it any which way she wanted.

On Natsu’s side of the tongue wrestling, he was completely wide eyed in shock. He’d made out with Erza like this countless times before, but she was never this forward in public, and she had never been wearing that wonderful ‘armor’! He lost himself in the kiss and the feeling of Erza’s wonderful tongue dancing and rubbing with his. He felt his mind slow begin to overheat from the kiss, embarrassment, confusion, and with how insanely aroused he was.

As blissful as this punishment/reward was, it only lasted a short ten seconds. Erza pulled away, her tongue still out of her mouth when their mouths broke apart, a bridge of saliva was made between their bottom lips, until it sadly broke and the two sides swung down onto their chins.

Erza let out a throaty moan and slowly opened her eyes. She bit her bottom lip when she saw Natsu’s shocked face with his mouth agape and a line of saliva on his chin. Something about seeing him like that made her love her decision to use this armor even more.

Erza took her hand off Natsu’s cheek and wiped off the strand of saliva off of his chin and then did the same to herself all with one finger. She slipped the finger into her mouth to clean it off. She sucked lightly on it, letting her cheeks sink in just a bit, and then pulled it out. “I hoped you liked that reward Natsu, cause there’s plenty more where that came from~.”

Erza leaned in close to Natsu’s ear to whisper something only he could hear. “If you're a good enough boy for me, I’ll let you pound me into your bed until either you, I, or the bed breaks~. Preferably me~. I promise I’ll scream your name so loud all of Magnolia will hear me~.”

Erza pulled away to look at Natsu once more for a response. Her chances of getting one weren’t high though as Natsu’s brain had finally been fried. His head was slumped back and his mouth was hanging open, as limp as a wet noodle. Steam was pouring out of his mouth and ears.

Erza chuckled to herself, more than proud of her handiwork. She lent forward one last time to place a loving kiss on his red cheek. Then she stood up and let her body be engulfed as the same yellow light as earlier. She reemerged in her classic Heart Kreuz Armor.

She let out a long sigh to calm herself down. When she was finished, she looked around to the rest of the guild.

She recoiled as she so the numerous passed out bodies littered around the entire guild hall. There were people passed out on the floor, bar, tables, stage, second floor, hanging over the railings. All of them were by their own little puddle of blood from the nosebleeds they all had. The only people who were spared were a few of their close friends such as Mira, Gray, Gajeel, Laxus, Lucy, etc.

Though even they all had red cheeks at the very least. Lucy looked like she was about to faint herself, and Mira had a devilish smile despite her blush.

Erza’s own cheeks lit up a bit as the ‘consequences’ of her actions dawned on her.

‘....Perhaps I shouldn’t have used that armor in the guild...’

#fairy tail #natsu dragneel #erza scarlet #natsu x erza #natza #naza #ask #non sfw #ask story #story #alexsuperstar

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all-things-fic · 6 years ago

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Need Your Love So Bad

Hi, you lovely lot. What have we got here? It’s short, it snappy. It involves a quickie. A husband!harry, a dad!harry. Happy Sunday, you babes. I’m now going to walk back into the darkness and get cracking on my longer pieces that are playing hard ball. Loads of love .x

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The sound of Fleetwood Mac’s, Need Your Love So Bad, filled your senses as it played from the other room. You were singing lightly under your breath to the music, so focused on neatly folding your husband “tighty whities” and sorting through the kids school uniforms for the week ahead, that the sight of your actual husband casually resting against the doorframe didn’t enter your psyche.

Harry watched silently, arms crossed over his white t-shirt and jogging bottoms covered in a sticky substance – he couldn’t tell you where it had come from - having finished dealing with your two small children that morning during breakfast. His eyes fell to the sway of your hips, as you moved from side to side, admiring the way the baggy t-shirt your wore exposed how you weren’t wearing a bra and how wrapped up you were in Mom Mode (as he called it), quickly leaning down to push another load of dirty clothes into your washing machine.

Your lips tilted up into a soft smile as you heard your children squealing with laughter from the living room. Whether it was from happiness or relief that they weren’t fighting for once, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but you didn’t care. It was Sunday. Sunday’s were family days and the way that the skies looked incredibly blue, a strong sunshine coming through the windows of you family home, it didn’t matter that half-term was over and the kids were back to school tomorrow. This February was shaping up nicely, very nicely in fact.

You yelped when you felt his strong arms slip around your waist from behind, his hips pressing against yours and meeting your sway without causing much to change.

“And when the lights are low, and its time to go, that’s when I need your love so bad,” he mumbled deeply against your shoulder, lips puckering into a faint couple of kisses, nose turning into your neck and inhaling deeply.

“You scared me, you prat,” you laughed, slightly tapping his hands, still swaying. He smiled, you could feel his lips against your skin.

“’M’sorry,” his voice meshed against your skin – not sorry at all – his hand sliding down to your hips and massaging lightly. “Breakfast stuff’s washed-“

You hummed your thanks to him. “They sound happy-“

“Daddy may have told them they can watch television for a little longer this morning,” he pulled his face away from your neck, his mischievous eyes sparkling down at you.

“Did he?” you mused, head tilting to the side slightly, “And why’d he do that?”

“Why’d you think?”

Harry slid his hand around the front of your joggers, playfully toying with the drawstrings at the front and enjoying the way that you head fell back against his shoulder. “So why don’t you give it up, and bring it home to me-“ he sang, nosing along your skin and trying to shove the collar of his t-shirt further down your shoulder to expose the soft skin of your clavicle.

“Hey,” you started to protest, voice already breathy at the thought of your husband taking you over the top of the washer, when he slipped his hand underneath your waistband, it resting flat against your lower stomach. “They could walk right in here-“

“They won’t,” he counter argued, without much of an argument.

“You don’t know that,” you backed up against him, feeling him pressed against your right bum cheek.

“Let’s switch Mom Mode off, shall we?,” he coaxed, pressing against you more so he could take the loosely held school uniform jumper out of your hands to drop it back into the laundry basket. “Daddy thinks Mommy needs this. Does Mommy agree?” he hummed, nudging his nose into your cheek, his mouth parted so you could feel his wet and warm breath as he breathed in little pants of anticipation.

This was wild for you now. The possibility of quickly shagging in your utility room, halfway through finishing up laundry without a lock on the door and the likelihood of your five year old son walking in on the two of you because his little sister was trying to shove something up her nose again. You swore she took after Harry for that because you were pretty certain that you were a “graceful little girl who never had as much as bruise or scratch upon her legs.”

But God, yes, you needed this.

“Does Mommy want Daddy to bend her over the top of the washing machine that she so desperately wanted because of the thirty different washing options it had, including the setting that removed creases so she didn’t have to worry about the fuckin’ ironing-“

You could’ve slapped him for that one, feeling the way he smirked as he took the piss out of your excitement for something that made you realise just how much of a wife and a mom you had become.

However, you mouth was suddenly incredibly dry, your mind elsewhere as you harshly swallowed while you looked at Harry from the corner of your eye. His brow was furrowed as he kept his eyes closed and waited for you to respond.

“Answer me,” he whispered, heavily, eyes opening to meet yours. Big and blinking slowly back at him. His lips felt heavy, pressed against the corner of your mouth as your joggers beginning to feel looser around your hips with Harry undoing the draw strings.

“Y’want me to shag you?” he pressed forward with a gentle rock, his kisses moving down your jaw as you closed your eyes. “’Aven’t shagged your properly since I got ‘ome, wha’ kinda husband does that make me, ‘ey?” he breathed against the shell of your ear, lips brushing the skin.

“The shit kind,” you joke, Harry playfully jostling your hips with his hands before you squealed, laughing lightly as he manoeuvred you so your body was bent forward, cheek pressed against the black granite of your utility room, stomach pressed awkwardly against the front of your washing machine.

Your palms slid over the counter, trying to find something to hold you steady and there was a bit of a clatter as you knocked over detergent, that luckily for you still had the lid on.

Laughing against the work surface, you heard Harry shushing you around his own chuckle. “Fuck me, love,” he breathed as his laughter died down and he pressed his forehead in between your shoulder blades. “Don’t do things by halves, do yer?”

As he raised up, you looked at him, the way his hair was messy and flopping into his eyes. His gaze moved from where he continued to rock into your covered bum cheek, up to meet yours.

Tight against the counter, his hands slid up and under your baggy t-shirt, tugging messily at the joggers and your underwear, feeling them slide down your legs. His hands pawed at your skin, tugging you closer to him. “You’re so sexy to me, y’know tha’?” he murmured, shuffling behind you, “Drive me fuckin’ mad, all the time-“

He stepped away, no more than half a step, and muffled his groan as he tugged at his own joggers and left them halfway down his thighs, resting under his arse cheeks as he exposed his leaking cock to the cool air. His hand bunched up your shirt, pushing it up so it sat against the middle of your back and revealled your arse so openly to him.

You tried to make it so you could see him clearer from over your shoulder, but it was no use. You could just about make out the way his right shoulder moved as he worked himself up, his hand pressing down at the bottom of your back to try and get you to arch in that way that he liked.

“You’re gonna love every minute of this,” he started, voice a bit frantic now but confident in its delivery, “gotta be quick-“ you could feel him bobbing behind you, his hand sliding his cock between your folds as he slipped his head into you, this low groan leaving the back of his throat. And then the pressure returned as he pressed forward, all the way into you in one long, smooth stroke that burned slightly, thanks the lack of time that had meant loving each other had had to slide.

He tried to fight the way you arched up from the counter, head falling against your forearm with the breathiest cry he’d ever heard from you. His public bone tapped against your arse, and he took to dropping down against the back of your shoulder to get you to comply with him.

“Keep that arse nice ‘n high for me, darlin’,” he requested, as you fell lax against the counter again.

And while you were lackadaisical in how you lay there and took it, there was nothing Sunday morning or leisurely about the way he worked behind you. The rhythm of his hips, the ragged breathing that hit the top of your back, as he dipped down and rocked back up, pressing forward, completely relentless and unapologetic for it.

“You listenin’ to Peter Green tell you all the words that your husband wants to say but would much rather show his fuckin’ gorgeous wife,” he grunted, making mention to the music that continued to play, watching the way your mouth fell, your knees knocking against the door of the washing machine with a bang that was without doubt going to leave a bruise or two.

“S’better than sorting out the fuckin’ washing, hmm?” Harry ground out, teeth baring as he harshly breathed and tried to move the hair that had fallen into your face away with his nose.

“Yes,” you whined, hunching forward as your raised up on your forearms, head hanging. Harry groaned at the new angle, his hand coming up to grip at your left shoulder, cupping at the area of skin where your neck and shoulder met. “Fuck, H, that’s-“

“’s’fuckin’ good, in’it”, he agreed breathlessly, taking the words right out of your mouth. And you wished you could see him, even with you head down, eyes just about making out the way his hips were moving behind you, as his hand tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt, trying to bunch the fabric up around his stomach. He growled when he failed, but not wanting to stop to remove it completely.

As you looked up you could almost make out his reflection, which was slightly obscured in the kitchen tile, but better than nothing at all.

“Show me ‘em”, he begged, falling into you again, his chin digging into your neck as he peered over your shoulder to see your front. You roughly push your t-shirt up and he grabbed for the bottom on shirt to keep it from dropping and covering your breasts against. He groaned, as he saw the way your breasts moved as he thrusted up, before he pulled back and his eyes drop down.

Spoilt for choice, Harry was mesmerised by the swell of your arse as it bounced from each powerful thrust, the way you were trying to get a bit of control as you gripped to his hip from behind and he brought his hand down to curl around the top of your arm and squeezed, only slightly. Harry’s eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted with pants. His hand came down to tap your arse cheek, lightly.

You caved in and fell forward again, your now sweaty forehead falling down to the cool black granite, as you whined while you ground and backed up onto him, “Do it properly.”

“Wha’s tha’-“ he questioned, teeth gritted.

“Do it nicely,” you pushed back again, a bit brazen questioning the way he had delivered the slap and sighing as you felt his hand smoothing over your arse cheek before gripping at the flesh. This time the slap was a little harsher, a bit sharper with its blow.

“S’tha’ what y’wanted?” he muttered as you dropped your head again and nodded the minute the smack had been given, another low whimper of his name. “Always give you wha’ you want, don’t I, darlin’? Have me in the palm of your hand, don’t ya? Look at me-”

His request was soft, as you turned to look at him with glazed eyes. It was the first time you’d seen his flushed out skin, the way his jawline appeared sharper and his lips that much more pink.

“Fuck me, you look good,” he groaned, nostrils flaring as he fought to calm his breathing. “You comin’ on me,” and you whined slightly shaking your head no as you looked at him with pleading eyes. He chuckled, dirtily - he knew differently - as he dropped forward. “I think you are,” he mouthed, his hips continuing to press into you as your thighs started shake. “Darlin’, you’re killin’ me-“

“Oh god,” you cried out, eyes falling and nostrils flaring as you breathed deeply. You were vaguely aware of Harry falling closer to you, his nose in your cheek again as rumbles came from his chest, against your back, with low groans that were encouraging you to let go. Specks of light appeared in your vision and with your mouth agape, he heard the way your moans started to become louder, his hand cupping up around your jaw and trying to cover your mouth.

“Need t’be quieter, love,” he warned, his own groans getting the better of him as his mouth fell open against your cheek.

Your entire body tingled as you heard him swearing as you began to come around him, you knew he was right there with you. “Fuck me,” he gritted, “’m comin’- comin’” and you were just about there enough to rock back against him as he choked your name out in this wet whimper against your skin.

His weight was heavy against you as you both hunched over the work surface, Harry’s cock softening inside if you, while you tried to catch your breath.

“Christ almighty,” he panted against your shoulder blade. “Have no idea where the fuck that came from-“ you were mid chuckle when the bang on the other side of the door caused you both to jump out of your skin.

“Mommy,” you heard, followed by what seems to be the starting of a cry.

“’M coming,” you responded, feeling Harry smirk against your skin as you slapped him lightly when he rose to stand alongside you but didn’t detach his front from your back. “Stop it-“

“Stop wha’-“

You cut your eyes to him, as this boyish stare with twinkling eyes looked back at you. He should not have looked endearing right now – with his haphazard hair and flushed cheeks – especially not with the performance he just put in.

“You’re welcome, Mommy-“ he kisses you lips gently, murmuring those words against them before tapping your bare arse again and sending you on your way, reminding you with a jibing comment to pull your joggers up before you go.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles one shot #Harry Styles Fan Fiction #harry styles fanfiction #harry fic #harry writing #harry styles drabble #harry styles concept #harry styles smut #harry smut #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles blurb

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salty-over-figureskating-costume · 5 years ago

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Betina Popova and Sergey Mozgov's RD costumes 2019-2020

OK so I'm back

Let's start this off just by saying Wow this is a Look™.

I mean damn, it's great on both of them, very Cabaret if I do say so myself. It's interesting, it's fun, not something we often see in ice dance really.

The colours are great, Betina looks absolutely stunning in that shade of green, the yellow on Sergey also looks good on him (which is difficult 'cause yellow is a bitch of a color) and they complement each other.

The faux garter on Betina is just so sexy and it only gets better when you see that the skate coverings are like that so they look like thigh high boots, which just adds to the costume, it makes it very coherent and it looks like a complete set.

And Sergey, God, Sergey he just looks so good the pants are very well tailored, the suspenders and the bow tie make the whole thing very snazzy, yet combined with the mesh gloves it gives it a great touch, that really helps it match with their music.

Another thing that makes this great is Betina's headdress of course and Sergey's mustache.

I really like the two photos above 'cause I like how Betina looks with the black tights underneath the faux boot, there's not like an actual reason for it, I just think it's neat.

In short, these are amazing costumes, they look good by themselves and also look like they belong together.

There's nothing of the usual beautiful dress paired with a black shirt and pants, which I appreciate, they both look snazzy, they're both really well fitted and they really go a long way without having so many things related to like intricate detailing and stuff with the exception of the pinstripes on Betina's bodice.

And overall it really wouldn't be as great, without their great interpretation. They're just really cool costumes and really good skaters.

#figure skating #Popova/mozgov #Betina Popova #Sergey Mozgov #I'm sad they're retiring but I hope it's for the best #Also damn if this costumes don't make me very thirsty #My poor queer heart can't take this

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fic-for-fic-sake · 5 years ago

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Gorgeous, Loki x reader

A/N: Yes I realize that this is a Taylor Swift song, no I don’t care because it fits and I like it. Also this fic is 100% for me because it’s my birthday so let me live. That being said, hope you enjoy. With seven minutes left in my birthday I think this post is well timed.

Word Count: 4K (Whoops)

Well, it was that time of year again, your birthday. The date was quickly approaching and everyone seemed to be more excited about it than you did.

“Hey kiddo, what do you want to do for your special day?” Tony asked one morning about a week before your birthday.

“Eh, nothing really.” You responded mundanely.

“Why the long face?” Steve questioned over his bowl of oatmeal. He’s been in the 21st century for almost a decade now, you’d think he would eat something other than oatmeal.

“I don’t know, I mean I’m only turning 22. I feel like the next major birthday after 21 is 30. So why should I make a big deal out of it?” You asked.

“I agree with Lady Y/N,” Thor chimed in, “On Asgard, the birthdays that fall between each hundred years do tend to seem a bit uneventful.”

“Yeah I’m gonna side with Thor on this one doll,” Bucky added from his seat on the couch. What was with everyone being in the living area at the same time this morning? Usually everyone was scattered throughout but the second your birthday is mentioned it’s like flies to honey. “So many birthdays passed me by and I don’t think I even blinked once.”

‘Yeah but Buck, you were a super soldier for Hydra, doesn’t exactly count as the same thing. Y/N, I think you should celebrate each birthday you have, I missed out on about 70 years of them in the ice, I know how precious time can be.” Steve said with a supportive pat on your thigh.

“Okay okay, if you guys really insist on doing something for me, at least make it simple, nothing too extravagant.” You said as you gave a pointed look to Tony. He threw his hands up in a defensive gesture.

“Who me?” He feigned ignorance, “I, my dear, am the /king/ of casual. I think the one you should be worried about is reindeer games.”

You could feel your cheeks heating up at the thought of Loki. Did he know that your birthday was coming up? Would he be there? But more importantly, would he even care? With a huff you brought your coffee mug to the sink and cleared your throat.

“I’m gonna go train now.” You announced as you headed for the elevator.

“Was it something I said?” You heard Tony joke as you exited the living room. You needed to get out of there. It was bad enough they were making you think about your birthday but then they had to go and drag Loki into it. Sure you and Loki were friends but if you were being honest with yourself you felt a slight shift in your relationship as of late. He would give you more lingering touches. Nothing much, just an arm brushing your waist whenever he would walk behind you, a hand on your thigh for a second longer than necessary.

You weren’t sure if it was really happening or just your mind playing tricks on you. Making you feel things that you wanted to feel. You really needed to punch something, and fast. Once you made it to the training room you put your headphones in and headed over to the punching bags. You started the music and remembered the combinations Steve had taught you not too long ago.

Of course the first song on shuffle was “Gorgeous” by Taylor Swift. This was quite possibly the perfect song to describe how you felt towards Loki.

You’re so gorgeous,

I can’t say anything to your face

Cause look at your face.

And I’m so furious

At you for making me feel this way

But what can I say?

You’re gorgeous.

You continued to punch the bag as you thought about his stupid perfect face. The way his raven hair cascaded down his shoulders and how he sounded like he was crooning whenever he opened that ridiculously beautiful mouth of his. You kept attacking the punching bag like you were attacking Loki himself. Furious at him for making you feel these things, damn him. You would’ve continued to punch but you heard someone clear their throat. You stopped punching and pulled out your earbuds, now you could hear the sound of you panting and trying to catch your breath.

You looked up to find the person who interrupted your storming thoughts only to come face to face with the god in question. Fuck, he wasn’t even trying and he was being sexy, it wasn’t fair to you. He had his black locks pulled into a messy bun and he wore a skin tight black shirt and black joggers that hung low on his hips.

“Sorry to interrupt your...session. But I thought perhaps you could use a sparring partner.” Loki spoke as he walked closer to you. He said it as though he had been watching you for a while.

“How long have you been standing there?” You inquired.

“Long enough to admire the view.” He retorted, letting his eyes wander over your figure. It was right about now that you regretted wearing your zip front gray sports bra and maroon mesh leggings.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You jested back at him.

“Oh I have quite the memory, don’t worry darling.” He responded in a husky voice that made your throat dry. Fuck, did he know what he was doing to you? How worked up you were getting. It was probably written all over your face at this point. You cleared your throat before you spoke again.

“Um, so you said you w-wanted to spar?” You choked out, getting tripped up on the words because how he was looking at you was quite distracting. He looked like a hunter who had honed in on a target and was waiting for a sign of weakness to pounce.

“I did, hope you don’t mind.” He replied as he used his magic to conjure his twin daggers.

Using the mystic arts that Dr. Strange had been training you in, you summoned your staff, immediately feeling a surge of power wash over you.

“Ah, I see you’ve been practicing with that charlatan.” Loki commented, his voice laced with just a hint of jealousy.

“You’re not, jealous, are you?’ You teased him as you began to twirl the staff in your hands.

“Y/N, I don’t do jealous, I’m simply saying I could teach you more than that pretender ever could.” Loki replied as he suddenly hurled one of his daggers at you, which you easily deflected with the staff.

Suddenly, the sparring session was on. Loki couldn’t deliver any close hits to you because your staff wouldn’t let him. You made wide passes at him and managed to land one blow, he let out a huff of air as he doubled over.

“Shit, Loki, are you okay?” You called out, lowering your staff as you walked towards him. When you got close enough, Loki ripped the staff out of your hands so you were now weaponless. Suddenly you heard Loki’s voice coming from behind you.

“That’s your problem pet, you care too much. That’s when you let your guard down.” His illusion in front of you flickered out of existence and suddenly you felt the cool metal of a dagger at your throat, Loki had you beat. You could feel his breath coming in heavy bursts as his chest expanded and fell on your back. He had one hand at your throat with his dagger while the other was wrapped around your waist, keeping your arms pinned. His fingers gently skimmed your bare stomach as his feet tapped yours in a silent command to part them.

You should think about the consequence

Of your magnetic field being a little too strong

“Any last words darling?” Loki whispered, his mouth just inches from your ear. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t focus on anything but the goose bumps that were forming where he was touching you. You wanted to scream for him to keep touching you more, for him to take you right here in the training room, but you didn’t. He sensed your hesitation and chuckled.

“Better luck next time Y/N” He said as he removed himself from you and sauntered out of the training room like nothing happened at all.

That afternoon, Loki had left for a mission and you weren’t sure when he would be back. When the day of your 22nd birthday came around, he still wasn’t back, making you a little bummed to say the least. The team left you to your own devices for most of the day which you were grateful for. You were just sitting in bed reading when there was a knock on your door.

“Come in.” You announced to the emptiness.

“Ooh whatcha reading?” Natasha asked as she plopped down on your bed. Reluctantly, you dog-eared the page and handed the book over to the redhead. “Really Y/N, Othello?”

‘What?” you exclaimed, “It’s really good!”

“It’s a tragedy.” She deadpanned.

“Yeah, a really good tragedy. One of his most famous actually.” You defended as you tried to grab the book back from her.

“No, you’re not going to sit here, on your birthday of all days, reading Othello. You’re coming with me.” Nat announced.

“Where are we going?” You questioned as she practically dragged you out of bed.

“No questions, just go take a shower and come back out when you’re done.” She said as she shoved you in the general direction of the bathroom.

When you came out of the shower you saw the outfit Natasha had laid out for you. On your bed were a pair of high waisted blue ripped jeans, a black strappy bra, and a see through crop top with stars on it. You practically laughed at it.

“You can’t be serious.” You scoffed at Natasha.

“Oh but I am.” She countered.

“Where did you even get that bra? I don’t own any like that.” You retaliated, waving your hand over the aforementioned piece of fabric.

“I bought it for you today, think of it as a birthday present.” She joked back.

“Fine, I’ll wear it.” You grumbled, more to yourself. You knew it was useless to try and argue with Natasha, she always got what she wanted. “But let me put it on in peace, I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“Fair enough.” Nat replied, “But if you’re not down in ten minutes I’m coming to find you.” She warned as she left your room, shutting the door behind her.

You paired the outfit with gold adidas and pulled on a leather jacket. You tied your shoes and zipped your jacket up definitely. If you had to wear Natasha’s outfit, you would wear it your way.

A few minutes later you were walking down the stairs into the main room.

“There’s the birthday girl!” Tony announced as he came over and gave you a hug. “Happy birthday kid!”

“Thank you!” You replied as you went around the room and were greeted with hugs and smiles from everyone, that is, everyone except Natasha.

“Really Y/N, a leather jacket? In August?” She questioned with a roll of her eyes.

“What? You said I had to wear it and I am, it’s just, under the jacket.” You said with a gleam in your eyes. You could tell she was a little pissed and that gave you more joy.

“What are you two talking about?” Sam questioned, sensing the tension between the two of you.

“Oh nothing,” Natasha waved him off, “you’ll see soon enough.”

“Anyway…” You tried to divert attention, “where are we going and why is everyone dressed nice? I thought you said it would be subtle.” You sighed as you shoved Tony playfully.

“It is, it is, will you relax? We’re taking you somewhere very special that I’m sure you’ll love.” Tony reassured you as he gestured for all of you to make your way outside and into the car. Tony made you wear a blindfold so you didn’t know where you were going, which you thought was a little extreme but also sweet.

“Okay Y/N, you can take the blindfold off now.” Natasha announced as she moved you out of the car.

You took off your blindfold to reveal your favorite karaoke bar that you were always telling the team you wanted to go to. You don’t know how long you’d been bugging them but they never seemed interested. You felt your face light up.

“Guys!” You gushed as you turned around to look at their smiling faces, “I can’t believe we’re here! We never come here! But I thought it would be more packed.” You said in a flurry of excitement.

“Yeah about that…” Tony rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I kinda rented the whole bar out for us tonight.”

“I guess ‘small’ isn’t in Tony’s vocabulary.” Steve joked as he wrapped his arm around you and kissed you on the forehead affectionately.

“I guess not.” You replied as you wrapped one of your arms around his waist. “So what are we waiting for? Why don’t we head in?”

“Ahem.” You heard someone behind you clear their throat, you turned around to find Loki standing in the parking lot. You suddenly dropped your arm from Steve’s waist and tried to focus on your breathing. Loki looked gorgeous tonight in his perfectly tailored black suit, despite it being the middle of August in New York.

“Loki, you made it!” You exclaimed, you tried to move but your feet were rooted in place.

“It appears I did.” He responded curtly, you could see his annoyed expression as he looked between you and Steve. He saw his arm around you and his jaw clenched.

“Alright, now that the gang’s all here let’s head in.” Tony broke the tension, opening the door and leading the way for everyone.

Not only had Tony rented out the whole bar for you, but he also invited more people as well. All of your peers from the Bleaker Street house were there as well, including Steve Strange himself.

“Master Strange, I didn’t know you would be here!” You called as you went over to him.

“How could I miss an event honoring my star pupil?” He responded as he conjured something and gave it to you. “Happy Birthday.” He responded as he enveloped you in a hug. Your cheeks were starting to hurt from the amount of smiling you were doing. You opened it and found that it was a crimson red ribbon.

“I don’t understand.” You commented as you looked at the ribbon in the box.

“That may look like an ordinary ribbon but in fact it is much more. These are the seven ribbons of hathor. Just say the words and they will enchant themselves to bind even the strongest of enemies.” Strange replied.

“That’s fantastic! Thank you so much!” You exclaimed.

“May I?” He gestured to your hair and you nodded as you turned around. You felt his fingers wrap the ribbon around your ponytail and tie it into a neat bow.

“Y/N, get over here!” Natasha called from the other side of the bar. You gave Stephen an apologetic look as you made your way through the bar to where Nat was waiting for you with two shots.

“Take these while I order you a vodka soda.” Nat commanded.

“Both of them?”

“Yes, both of them. You’re not drunk enough.”

“I’m not drunk at all.” You reminded her.

“Exactly! So drink up.” She ordered as she called the bartender over and asked for two vodka sodas, you hoped those both weren’t for you as well.

You downed the shots as the bartender slid one of the drinks over your way.

“Good, now drink that.” Nat said as she turned and started walking away.

“Natasha! Where are you going?” You shouted after her but she simply dismissed you with a wave of her hand. You chuckled to yourself and sat on a barstool, content with sipping your drink in peace. That is, until he sat next to you.

“Hi.” Loki murmured so only you could hear.

“Hi.” You breathed out in response.

“Are you enjoying your party, darling?” He questioned, gently placing one of his hands on your thigh.

You tried to remember how to speak, you took another sip of your drink to try and quench your rather dry throat. “It’s crowded. I’m not much of a fan of large crowds.” You managed to squeak out.

“I beg to differ.” Loki mused, moving his hand a little higher on your thigh, “large crowds can be rather fun. More chances to sneak away.”

And you should think about the consequence

Of you touching my hand in the darkened room

You choked on your drink a little as the implications of what he said hit you. Getting closer in proximity, if that were even possible, he played with the red ribbon in your hair.

“I don’t remember you wearing this outside.” He said in a quizzical voice.

“Oh, Stephen gave it to me as a birthday present.” You replied nonchalantly as you took another swig of your drink. You knew it would rile Loki up but good, you wanted him to feel as riled up as you were.

“Oh, so it’s Stephen now, is it?” Loki choked out through gritted teeth.

You put your hand up, indicating to the bartender that you would like other vodka soda. “I thought you didn’t do jealous.” You quipped as you grabbed your drink from the bartender and walked away from Loki. You felt buzzed but from the alcohol or the remark you left Loki with you weren’t sure.

You managed to find Nat, standing around a table with Bucky and Sam. You made your way over and placed your drink down as Nat gave you a smile.

“Well look who finally found us.” She announced, giving you a quick wink.

“Sorry, I was caught up.” You said as you let Nat follow your eyes to the bar where Loki was still sitting.

“Ahh, how did that go?” She asked.

“I don’t wanna talk about that. How are you guys doing?” You changed the subject, looking at Bucky and Sam expectantly.

“We’re good doll, just wondering when you were going to grace us with your presence.” Bucky joked.

“Lucky for you Barnes your wait is over.” You winked playfully at him and he just smiled back. Bucky was crazy hot but you two were just friends. Didn’t mean you two didn’t enjoy flirting with each other, much to the annoyance of everyone else.

Trying to forget about Loki you downed the rest of your drink as Sam started telling a story about how he saved a cat last week. You had already heard this story three times but let him tell it because it made him happy. While you were listening to him you realized you were getting rather warm and decided to take your jacket off, completely forgetting what was, or rather, wasn’t, underneath.

“So I have the cat in my hands and then...woah.” Sam stopped talking as he looked at you wide eyed. Soon, Bucky was doing the same.

He wolf whistled at you, “Damn doll, you really went all out tonight didn’t you?” He examined as he eyed you up and down. Your confusion didn’t go away until you saw the knowing smile on Natasha’s face. Fuck. The shirt. You were about to put your jacket back on but then you felt a pair of eyes burning a whole in the back of your head. You whipped around to find Loki drinking in your appearance and clutching his glass of scotch like his life depended on it.

In that moment you had realized why Nat had picked this outfit out for you, that sneaky bitch. She knew Loki would show up and she wanted to make the reveal as dramatic as possible.

“Nat made me wear it.” You said defensively to Sam and Bucky.

“Hey, I’m not complaining.” Bucky retorted.

“Of course you’re not. Hey, eyes up here soldier.” You teased back.

He was about to respond when suddenly the lone microphone on the stage gave a loud

whine as someone tapped it.

“Is this thing on?” Tony said into the mic. “Right well, we’re here tonight for Y/N’s 22nd

birthday. I thought we should finally get the karaoke part of the night started off and who better to go first than the birthday girl?”

You rolled your eyes and flipped Tony off until you heard Natasha start to chant your

name. Soon enough the whole bar erupted in a chant.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!”

You slowly meandered your way through the crowd to get to the stage. People were whistling and clapping your back as you went up.

“Have fun,” Tony whispered in your ear, “You have an audience.” You followed his gaze to Loki, whose eyes were now locked on your form. Taking a deep breath you remembered the last time you saw the god. More importantly, you remembered the song that reminded you so much of him. You were buzzed enough to think this was a good idea. With a grin you went over to the DJ and made your selection.

You should take it as a compliment

That I'm talking to everyone here but you

And you should think about the consequence

Of you touching my hand in the darkened room

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her

But if you're single that's honestly worse

'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine

I feel like I might sink and drown and die

You're so gorgeous

I can't say anything to your face

'Cause look at your face

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

But what can I say?

You're gorgeous

The whole time you sang it was as if the rest of the bar faded away and you were just singing to Loki. You could tell he was as affected by you as were by him. When the song was over you waved to the crowd and walked off the stage and into the bathroom, splashing water on your now heated skin.

“I have to say, that was quite the performance you put on.” Loki mused as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You gasped as you turned around to look at the god of mischief in the face.

“Loki, what are you doing in here?” You whispered in surprise.

“Oh, I think it’s perfectly clear what I’m doing here darling. Or was this not the intent of your song?” He husked as one of his hands traveled down your back, along your backside, and to your thigh when he promptly wrapped it around his waist, making you gasp.

“Do you feel what you’ve done to me Y/N?” He questioned, as he pressed his erection into your clothed core.

“Good.” You responded darkly, turned on by his actions, “Now you know how I felt last week.” You finished as you wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the hair at the base of his neck.

“You wanton little creature.” He replied as he moved his hand to rub your cheek with his thumb. “I should’ve taken you right then and there.”

“Why didn’t you?” You whispered lustfully, fire coursing through your veins.

“I was waiting for the perfect moment.” He replied slowly, as he tilted your head up with the back of his hand, so your lips were perfectly aligned with him. If you moved your head just the slightest bit forward, you would be kissing.

“And when is that?” You retorted.

“Now.” He said as his pupils dilated with lust. He made quick work of connecting your lips with his and you moaned your approval. He ground his hips more forcefully into your own. He patted your other leg in a silent command to jump. You happily wrapped both legs around the god’s waist as you opened your mouth for him, letting his tongue explore its every crevice and claiming it as his.

You moaned as you ground your hips into him, craving more. He sat you down on the counter while he continued to kiss you forcefully. He broke the kiss only for a moment, while his hands tore your shirt off your body.

“That fabric is hardly a shirt. You knew what you were doing to me when you revealed that didn’t you?” He questioned as he kissed along your jaw and down your neck. You nodded as a response, too drunk on Loki to make any coherent kind of sound.

“Use your words Y/N.” Loki commanded harshly as he pulled back your ponytail and forced you to look him in the eyes. His face was slightly flushed, as were his lips. His pupils were dilated from lust so that only a thin rim of emerald surrounded the blackness.

“Yes.” You breathed as you brought Loki back down for another kiss.

“So naughty, pet. I wonder what other trouble we could get into.” Loki murmured against your lips as his hands splayed themselves flush against your newly exposed flesh. You raked your hands through his onyx locks and tried to savor the taste of him. You could taste the scotch from earlier on his tongue mixed with winter mint. You heard a sound in the background but was too lost in bliss to care. That is until the sound cursed.

Turning your head away from Loki you looked at your intruder and came found Natasha’s eyes staring at the pair of you.

“Shit, sorry guys.” She apologized as she let her gaze linger on the pair of you. Hot and bothered. Loki however, wasn’t stopping on account of Nat. He continued to kiss your neck and jaw until he pecked you on the lips again and then, still standing between your legs, arms wrapped around your waist, made eye contact with Natasha.

“What is it Romanoff? Can’t you tell we’re in the middle of something?” Loki huffed, annoyed.

“I just wanted to tell Y/N that everyone’s asking for you, we got you a cake.” She said, her voice void of its usual mirth.

“Right, okay, yeah I’ll be out in a few.” You replied, silently begging her to leave as soon as possible. Lucky for you, she got the message and retreated back through the bathroom door.

“Looks like I gotta get back out there.” You said awkwardly to Loki.

“Oh I’m not done with you yet.” He husked, he reclaimed your lips again in a sweet kiss. Not as needy as the last, but just as passionate. “Happy Birthday Y/N” He said as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“Thank you Loki.” You replied, still breathless from the encounter.

Letting you hop off the counter and put your shirt back on, Loki took your hand in his and led you outside to the waiting crowd. Much to your embarrassment everyone erupted in whistles and claps as they saw the two of you emerge.

Loki sat the two of you down in a booth as Tony brought the cake to rest in front of you. Loki wrapped one arm around you and flicked his other hand in front of your candles, lighting them instantly.

“Happy Birthday darling.” Loki whispered into your hair, “Make a wish.”

You smiled as you blew out the candles and leaned a little bit more into Loki. Maybe 22 wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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#loki fanfic #loki x reader #song fanfic #loki x you #birthday fic #loki laufeyson #avengers fanfic

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thedollnerd · 5 years ago

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Very excited to get my first LOL OMG doll. I’ve been eyeballing these dolls ever since they came out, read a lot of reviews, people talked about how great the details on the dolls are and along with decent articulation, it was an irresistable combo.. The strange chibi heads put me off at first, but I’m always a sucker for a fully articulated doll, and these are actually chubby looking! .. or at least plumper than the usual fashion doll.

Groovy Babe is from the latest wave of LOL OMG dolls, called Lights. They all have some kind of UV-reactive element on their face and/or clothes and each doll is inspired by a different type of 60s fashion. I don’t know an exact reference to point out other than Twilight Zone, but Groovy Babe is clearly evoking a whole black and white psychedelic/hypnotic vibe. I feel like there’s a film reference here that I’m not aware of. She is also supposed to be a beatnik poet.

I kinda love the little hatbox, it fits all her accessories except the comb. The little white cylinder is a tiny blacklight, with battery included. The “book” is a single sheet of paper folded in half.

Hair: super thin rooting on the top of her head, can see scalp through the hair (including black lines presumably there to guide the rooting but clearly totally ignored). The long hair feels soft, but it’s a little plasticky – is it nylon? Bangs are one solid mass of gel plastered to her forehead.

Clothing: Cutout in dress is poorly sewn and bunchy. Jacket is pretty nice but was carelessly stuffed into the garment bag, so now the lining is sticking out in the front and the collar is permanently popped (which also shows a white mesh lining).

Fully dressed, she looks like maybe she made her clothes herself, and isn’t terribly good at it.

Tights and boots are perfect. Earrings are adorable! They spin! Hypnotic! But they’re hard to see when she’s wearing them; they kind of face sideways and her hair covers them. Also, the paint has started coming off already, the first time I put them on the doll. Sunglasses are odd and not very 60s mod, but pretty damn cool; they’re made of a softish, almost rubbery plastic, so they’re very easy to put on and take off without having to worry about breaking them. The long narrow glasses look funky and cool with the round eyes of the doll; makes me think of Novi Stars.

Body: Love those curves! These dolls have wonderfully chonky butts and thighs. Butt dimples! Still has a thigh gap though, for some damn reason. Also, extreme hourglass waist and sculpted abs, just in case you might be afraid this doll is a nasty fatty fatfat. Beautiful curvy legs, but sadly they have very old-fashioned jointing – hips have zero rotation and knees are crappy click joints that are hard to use and barely bend.

Why these dolls come with chair-like stands is totally beyond my comprehension, since they can barely sit. Feet are en pointe like a ballerina – not just tiptoed high heel feet, these are almost torturously pointed. Wonderfully sculpted little toes though. Smallish pointed breasts with just a hint of nipples. Painted-on bikini undies match her pale turquoise eyeshadow. Hands pop off for ease of dressing and are gracefully sculpted, with cute little dimples on the knuckles (which would make more sense on chubby hands, but whatever). The hands actually go off and on really nicely, no fear that I’m going to break the joint doing it. Fingernails are pointy and painted white; the paint is actually quite well-done here, they’ve done a pretty good job of keeping it only on the nails without overspray onto the fingers (unlike some other OMG dolls I’ve seen).

Face: Bizarre LOL round-eyed face; almost Bratz-like in the lips and near lack of a nose, but the eyes are absolutely enormous and perfectly round. The proportions of the features put me off at first, but there’s something about the way they’re done that’s surprisingly appealing. This doll has a very matte faceup in solid colors; edges are mostly clean and the paint is almost completely within the lines of the sculpt. Her lips remind me of a certain iconic stomach medicine. Eyeshadow is a light turquoise color with a darker turquoise line above it, with a cat-eye black liner and spiky lower lashes that mimic the drawn-on lashes people used to do in the 60s. Somebody did their homework on 60s mod makeup. Eye color is an indigo blue, complements the makeup nicely; a little boring, but more detail in the eyes might just make them look creepy since they’re so very large.

My doll has three tiny black spots on her face, and a handful of faint white spots on the black of one eye (the paint seems thinner on this eye for some reason – the swirl is more obvious in regular light). Head has an unfortunate tendency to tilt slightly back, and not because of the weight of her hair. She can tilt her head just fine when she’s looking to the side, but facing forward, she can’t look up or down at all. The vinyl of her head is slightly more orangey than her body?

Gimmick: It’s a fail, at least with this particular doll, at least with the tiny black light included with her. The black and white overall color scheme looks cool under black light, but the specifically UV-sensitive stuff is mostly barely there. The UV-sensitive? stripe on the dress is rather visible in regular light, and yet indistinguishable with the black light. The “hypnotic” twirls in her eyes are barely visible even with the black light right up against them. I tested all of this in the dark btw.

The makeup is the one thing that actually does change noticeably. The lips are still pretty much the same color, but they’re super bright neon under the black light. The eye makeup changes color and has an extra layer of eyeliner that’s mostly invisible under regular light.

It’s a pretty underwhelming effect overall, but if I had a blacklight room I’d display her in it, after finding her some new clothes. I’d rather they’d just made things better quality and not done the stupid gimmick, but whatever; their goal is to sell toys to children and the LOL brand is kind of rooted in gimmicks.

These dolls are extreme caricatures of a “sexy” human female (if you like big butts – and do not lie). I do wonder if they were inspired by Betty Boop; they have almost an identical silhouette, with the big round heads, tiny waist, and big hips. Their proportions are so cartoony and absurd and clearly very thoughtful choices were made that sacrificed functionality for form – the terrible click joints in those smooth, shapely legs, for example. Though why the hip joints couldn’t rotate is a choice I can’t understand..

She’s a cute little doll, to be sure, but not display-worthy, or even something I’m really excited about photographing (which is the only real surprise involved in opening this box that supposedly contained 15 surprises).

Real talk about the surprises, actually – the things included in this box that are not pictured on it are: the stand, the garment bag with plastic hanger, the plastic hatbox with patterned tissue paper, the sunglasses, and a folded piece of paper pretending to be a notebook of poems. So the only real bonus item that you wouldn’t expect to receive by looking at the box is the sunglasses. At least there’s something.

Anyway. I’m left with mixed feelings, honestly kind of disappointed? Is the doll I got sub-par or is this typical? Am I just hugely, stupidly picky? I want to rehair her; she’s crying out for it, really. Maybe I’ll fall in love with her once her worst flaw is gone. Maybe I’ll rip her head off and try some other ones. Maybe she can be my big-booty guinea pig.

This is the best I could get her clothes to look in a photo.. Unless she’s holding it shut like this, the jacket keeps flapping open with that white mesh stuff flopping out.

Still excited for Angles. I’ve had a thing for Mondrian and his right angles for a long time and it’s really fun to see his art referenced with a fashion doll.

Review: Groovy Babe LOL OMG doll Very excited to get my first LOL OMG doll. I've been eyeballing these dolls ever since they came out, read a lot of reviews, people talked about how great the details on the dolls are and along with decent articulation, it was an irresistable combo..

#Groovy Babe

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ombreecha · 6 years ago

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Wild

Series: Lifetimes Fandom: Naruto Pairing: SasuSaku Rated: M Prompt: Halloween x College Note: Continuation of Ten Shades of Red, Definitely, Someone Else , and Classic Mind, and So Fine. Love me some goddamn College AU.

His fingers fumble with the buttons of the tacky and cheap fabric. Subtle glances go upon the mirror and as he’s shifting it together he can’t help but grimace. He’s not one for parties and he’s not one for social drinking, but she had asked him to go. Who was he to tell her no?

The way she had brushed a lock of that pale pink back and the way her eyes had skimmed across his face as she proposed going to a Halloween party had coaxed him forward, and the wildest of thoughts about what she’d wear had been tempting enough to make him agree.

The loudest of snorts falls. He has dabbled in curiosity leading up to this moment. She won’t dare a whisper nor a hint of what she intends to wear—and it’s killing him if he’s being honest.

They’re still not together—her confession isn’t on deaf ears though. He’s considered it. He’s contemplated it. He’s dabbled in it.

He just hasn’t seized it. Why is the bigger question.

He can literally reach out and touch it but there’s a definite hesitation. He’s not considering anyone but her and she doesn’t appear to have her eyes on someone else either—someone else didn’t get a confession he did.

Clearing his throat has him glancing at the ridiculous police officer costume he’s daring to walk out of his apartment in. There’s no stopping the thought that he looks like a cheap imitation of his father, and that has him humming in disapproval.

He can guarantee even as he slides the ridiculous hat on his head that she’ll produce that dusty pink he enjoys so much. Taking the time to contemplate their relationship is useless right now—he’s far to curious in seeing what she’s chosen to wear.

The jingle of keys comes as he slides them across the table and grabs a hold of a black leather jacket at the doorway.

The drive is quiet with his stereo turned down. The closer he gets the wilder his thoughts shift. There’s the reminder he shouldn’t let himself get too wrapped up in it—a sexy nurse would be nice though.

She is a pre-med student after all.

This is Sakura though, and the instant thought of her being covered from head to toe is also a probability. She enjoys thrillers. What if she wears something tattered and torn—oh god, there goes the possibility of not having risqué expectations.

He’s not doing himself any favors.

Parking before her dorm only seeks to make him bite his bottom lip before sending the text.

They’re not together. He hasn’t answered her feelings just yet. They can handle that soon enough. They’re just two friends going to a college party. Just friends—because he won’t step over the line.

The movement at the doors has his eyes sliding off his phone and swinging the drive door open. There’s a dryness to his mouth, and the subconscious lick of his upper lip as if that’ll fix the problem.

A shift of his gaze and he’s caught the stares. He doesn’t blame them—this twoman over twenty wouldn’t possibility notice the head turns.

She’s too busy trying to look confident.

They’re entirely warranted. Reality was better than imagination. It’s not a sexy nurse, and it’s not her clad from head to toe. It’s something just as nice as a nurse but not as risqué as ones he had considered.

The way those opaque tights hug her legs—wait, are they tights or are they thigh highs? That exposed collar bone and tight corset of black has his eyes roaming—is this the first time she’s worn something that low in front of him? The sway of that orange and black mesh skirt—she has to be wearing thigh highs with what that skirt gives away.

That hat on her head is adorable and the only thing that tells him she’s dressed as a witch. It’s risqué but it isn’t overdone. It isn’t too much.

He’s yet to say a word as she’s standing before him. Gloved hands of black up to her elbows fidgeting in front of her has him swallowing. Even in heels she’s smaller than him. He’s not complaining but that view of her cleavage is a lot as he stares down at her.

“You should have stayed in the car—everyone’s gawking at you.” it's a muffled whine between the two of them and god is this woman wild.

She’s absolutely wild for thinking someone is staring at him and not at her, and she’s definitely off the mark for being as smart as she is.

The press of his fingers upon her back slide down as he walks her to the passenger side. The train of mesh is not a negative as he helps her in. It’s got him feeling warm as his eyes trail over her legs, and enjoying that infamous soft thank you even more.

He’s of classic mind, and she looks so fine in her little witch getup. He likes it—oh god, does he like it.

Her shoulders have washed away their tension now that they’re in the car and headed out. He’s half hearing what she’s saying and giving the barest of responses as he swindles and steals looks upon her.

That dusty pink has yet to leave her cheeks, and that’s got the ghost of a smirk upon the corners of his lips.

Parking within the yard of the host’s home is not as bad as he expected it to be, but the hordes of people trailing at the entrance has him taking in a breath. Her movements are soft but laced in nervousness.

“Oh god—I shouldn’t have worn this.” the way her cheeks fill with air in her childishness is one he’s seen one to many times.

It amuses him just as it always has as he exits the car and begins sliding off his leather jacket laying it upon his arm and opening the passenger seat.

She’s gained the habit of holding out her hand and he takes it gingerly as he’s been taught well before now. Helping her out of the car earns him that soft thank you—will there ever be a time when she doesn’t give them?

Sliding the jacket upon her shoulders earns him those pale green and it’s a dip of his head to her ear that has him finally letting that grin escape from just the corners, “I definitely think you should have worn this.”

There’s a subtle shake to her with him humming against her ear and pulling back grants him a deeper dusty shade of pink upon her.

This party is all that he knows it would be as they enter. It’s warm with the mass of bodies, and it’s loud with the blaring music.

The wide doe eyes she’s painted in furthers his amusement as they make their way through. The loud squeal of the blonde is what he expects and is barely overpowered by the speakers. There’s cups within their hands immediately and the scent of smoke, and sweat that hangs in the air as they go deeper within the house.

They could be at home watching another one of her favorite thrillers—but he’s not complaining as his eyes follow her. She’s gone one minute and back the next in repeated fashion.

The forceful hand against his back has him turning and it’s no surprise there’s a blonde behind him filled with impishness, “Imagine you at a party of all things.”

It’s only a moment before his eyes are back upon her. A sip of the spiked Gatorade follows along with a roll of his shoulders in response.

“So, ya lock that in yet?”

“Did your mother pick out your costume?” his witticism is in full effect.

There’s an obvious pause from the blonde and then the pinch of those blonde brows, “What do you mean? I look cool!” there’s a ridiculous amount of pride as the blonde puffs out his chest dawned as a gladiator—the blonde has clearly had his share of alcohol if the scent of booze was any indicator.

He has little to no desire to discuss his hesitation to step over that line with him. He reminds himself it’s not that he’s against it—maybe it’s the fact he’s severely overthinking it.

“Besides, who dressed you? You look like your damn dad.” the howl the blonde lets out awards him a shift of eyes and a twitch of his mouth.

The drag of his tongue upon the top of his teeth comes, and then the sip of his drink fills his mouth. There’s no missing the heads that turn and the way they scale up her form. There’s an obvious attempt when a male he’s unfamiliar with gains her attention, and then she’s gone from his view as a girl stands in front of him.

He has zero clue who this girl is, and he isn’t particularly interested in finding out either. His mother raised him to be polite though—and so he answers when it’s necessary. He learns her name and learns she’s studying literature. He listens to her continuing to coax him for a conversation, and watches the way she tries to garner his attention with small touches upon his arm.

A flicker of his obsidian behind her and Sakura’s nowhere to be seen. The blonde next to him is his scapegoat and that’s how he excuses himself with the claim of running out of something to drink.

The amount of people makes maneuvering difficult. From bumping into some and being shoved into others he’s muttered enough apologies for one night. The kitchen is just as packed and the amount of onlookers for the two in the corner making out has him rolling his eyes.

Grabbing more spiked Gatorade comes first, and the whistles and yells echo within the house. The spectacle the two are making of themselves isn’t enough to keep him from searching out the woman of pale pink, and pale green. She’s there on the couch with a new male beside her and her blonde roommate to her right.

He’s barely ready for it when another body slams into his making him spill some of his drink upon his hand and the floor. The loudest of laughs comes and it’s coated in a slurred mess.

It’s enough to grab his attention from her and the newest one to attempt to win her over. He’s not concerned necessarily—it’s gonna take a lot more than that to coax her from his side—but that doesn’t mean he’s not keeping watch.

It’s one more drink after this one, and two hours in. It’s three times as loud as he thought this event would be, and four plastic cups connecting as they go on about the most miscellaneous of things. Five loud yells—he swears someone just did some lame ass attempt at an Indian call—and six glances her way.

He likes this—no, he just likes her. He definitely likes her in that witch getup.

That males shifting closer to her and she’s so naive and unaware at the attention she’s gained as more males have come to sit upon the coffee table. That blonde friend of hers is far too engrossed in whatever their discussing—oh, yeah he should probably pay attention to his own conversation.

The click of fingers has his eyes running back to his own friend dressed as a dog no less. He always knew something was off about—oh fuck, what was this kid’s name? Kiba? They went to middle school together.

“Aye, Uchiha!” the yell is loud and has even grabbed the attention of pale green eyes.

The attempt to take another swig of his drink is halted at the call of his surname. It’s only a moment later that he’s extending his hand out and bumping shoulders with one he knows all too well.

“It’s been a while. I didn’t expect—”

“Yeah, yeah I know. No one expects me to come to these kinds of things.” he’s leaning against the wall and shoving his hand within his pants pocket.

“A cop, though? You look like your father.” there’s the smallest of snickers following it.

“Real funny, Neji.” the snort he lets out is entirely too loud.

“He’s not really here for any other reason than that one over there.” that’s comment is enough to make his head whip to the claim Kiba’s made.

The press of the plastic against his lips is in hopes they’ll leave the subject alone, but this is college, and people are nosy and so when the questions start flowing he immediately shuts it down, “We’re not dating. We’re friends.”

“You seriously gonna look at me at tell me you haven’t—but dude them legs.” the nudge to his shoulder has him having to readjust himself against the wall.

They’re none to prepared when the seven yells to chug fill the house, and eight people come rushing past to see what all the commotion is about. The smaller plastic shot glass being pushed his way has them looking about and throwing it back. Naruto’s come to join them no longer left with the random girl from earlier. It’s been a while since he’s seen them so he’s not complaining.

After all, he’s been filling his time with this girl he calls a friend, and not a girlfriend.

How many drinks is this when another comes within his grasp. Nine? His already feeling decent. There’s that obvious slur to his words, and he’s grabbed at least his ten looks her way. There’s the smallest of smirks hinted upon the corner of his mouth is seeing whatever male that had been seated beside her is gone and a few more girls surround her.

So maybe that’s why when he’s become slightly engrossed in his conversation he’s not ready for her to be standing before him. She’s got the smallest shade of red upon her cheeks—it’s not the ten shades of red he loves on her. It’s different. He thinks he enjoys this regardless.

Whatever conversation they had been having is immediately dead as her fingers press against his chest and all of a sudden he’s caught between staring at those pale green or that more than inviting cleavage.

Did her mouth always look this inviting? God only knows. What he does know is how much he likes this—whatever this is.

There’s no second guessing himself here and now, and he’s pretty sure it’s all because of this liquid courage inside of a red cup that he’s pressing firmly against Naruto’s chest. He doesn’t even care if the blonde’s successfully taken it. All he knows is he’s going to step over that line, and it all starts with his fingers sliding up that neck, and making their way within pale rose-colored strands.

This woman over twenty was far too cute for her own good—tonight she’s more than cute. Tonight she’s aggressive, she’s got some raciness to her, and tonight she’s far bolder than normal.

He’s typically of classic mind, and god, does she look fine—too fine. Tonight’s not typical though, and that’s why he challenges that boldness of hers. That’s also why he’s firm in pressing his mouth to hers and coaxing her own open. He can almost hear the yells that literally explode next to him but he’s far too interested in sliding his tongue into her mouth.

It’s that feeling of her hands reaching up and removing that ridiculous hat off his head that has him aching. She’s definitely just as interested in this as he is.

His mother taught him many things—to be a gentlemen, and to definitely know time place, and occasion. That is the only thing that makes him pull away and grab her hands to stop them from tempting him any further than they already have.

Hot breathed, and a flash of his eyes to one of them—was it Neji, or maybe it was Kiba?

They all look the fucking same who the fuck cares. He’s firm in his grip upon her hand, “Have yourselves a good night.”

Pulling her through is simple enough. He leaves no room for rebuttal before grabbing his jacket and sliding it upon her shoulders. She’s wobbly in her heels and that’s more than enough of an excuse to have him lift her up confirming that, yes, they are in fact thigh highs.

He likes it—oh god, yes, he likes it. He likes her pressed against him even more.

Her arms are tight around his neck as he makes his way with her to his car. He’s buzzed. He’s probably past buzzed and if his mother finds out he’s about to drive while intoxicated she’ll lose it, but who said she has to know this minor detail.

He’s hot blooded right this minute, and that’s all he knows. Who the fuck was he trying to play when he said they were friends.

They’re definitely not friends.

That drive? Who knows. He’s more than pretty sure he parked decently. He didn’t kill them, and that’s what counts. He’ll be pissy about this later. Right now, though, he’s busy. He’s got other things on his mind, and all of those things are her.

God, imagine if she had gone with a sexy nurse. Would he have even made it this deep into the night?

It’s her hand in his and them being far too loud in opening the door. She’s letting out the highest of giggles behind him before he’s dragging her in and lifting her against the door and wrapping those legs where they should be—around his hips with her heels against his ass.

She’s warm for being dressed so risqué. He reminds himself to slow down, and to not be so aggressive, but then she tugs upon his hair and that’s out the window, and set to be reviewed for later. He’s past hormonally charged, and hot blooded especially with that noise she just let out as he presses his lips against her throat.

He likes this witch getup. He’s willing to bet he’ll love it off her too.

It’s all too much as she’s letting out heated breaths and producing the best shudders. Fingers skim over those thigh highs that have had his attention since the beginning of the night. It’s got his blood pumping loud in his ears and a rush of pants escalating from her. She’s pushing and their stumbling back as they make their way through his apartment. Kisses lingering and hands touching—oh god, she just cupped him. Her grip isn’t too tight, and that roll of her palm and brush of her fingers has him letting out his own sounds. The grip upon his door handle from behind him is far too tight as he swings the door open, and that push of hers has them tumbling back upon his bed.

He wants to take this second—this moment—however brief it is to thank god that he left his desk lamp on.

He wants to see her. He wants to see her for just a moment longer in that outfit before he takes it off her.

Air seems nonexistent as she’s on his lap rolling her hips, and that friction has him pulling on the zipper in the back. It’s left her in just that mesh skirt and god is he ready to tear that off her just the same. That ten shades of red is across her cheeks and while it’s not the same one laced with embarrassment he loves this one even more—does she know what she’s doing to him when she looks at him with half lidded eyes and her mouth parted just slightly?

Her fingers are fumbling with his button, and if he wasn’t too busy running his hands up her thighs and enjoying the way they feel in his hands he’d help. She’s ripping the gloves off after her failed attempts become too much, and that’s got him pulling the black corset out between them.

Thank you god, and thank you desk lamp. Cause, yes, he does love her out of it.

He loves the way she shivers as his hands run up her skin, and the way her mouth parts with every little noise she makes. They are far too cute—but they’re so much more than cute. They make him lift her up and his fingers tug upon her skirt. They’re intoxicated and fumbling but that’s not making any of this less exciting as he takes one of breasts into his hand and slide his tongue across her nipple.

Has he mentioned how much he loves the way she’s tugging upon his hair as he takes it into his mouth? He definitely loves that too—those someone elses aren’t causing these reactions. She’s in his apartment, on his lap, and god, she just said his name.

His whole body is peaking at that simple breathless drop of his name. Pulling her upon the bed gives him just the angle he needs to yank that skirt finally from her thighs and toss it across the room. Those pale pink strands are so pretty across her shoulders and back as she keeps herself on all fours looking back at him from. His imagination had been wild leading up to this moment, but they have nothing on this—with her ass in the air and just a simple pair of black panties separating him from where he wants to buried.

He’s more than ready to go as his thumbs hook upon the sides of her panties and then the curiosity grabs his already foggy mind. He only sees the way her pale green widen for a moment before he’s tugging them up and running his tongue against her. Her ass is raising higher to give him better access and he’s loving the way her voice becomes muffled within his sheets. The quake of her legs has him licking harder and faster. Those cries are filling his room, and every little sound is exactly what he wants to hear.

He pauses for just a moment raising up to catch a glimpse of her face pressed against his bed. The halt earns him a frustrated whine and the turn of her head giving him those pale green looking back at him as he runs the back of his hand across his mouth. Just as with that skirt, and corset he wants to see them off her. He doesn’t want to tease her anymore.

Quick and fluid he’s sliding the wet material down and to her knees. He’s about to slide the already unbuttoned shirt off before she lets out another noise full of disapproval.

“Keep it on.” it’s heated and laced in demand.

He wouldn’t have thought her to have a thing for uniforms. For a girl who seemed so innocent she was far from it—he’ll likes that, god, does he like it.

There’s no stopping the harsh swallow that simple request makes him produce, and as a reply he simply bends back down sliding his tongue against her. The slide of his tongue between her folds makes her quake once again. It’s got him hungry and it’s got him wanting more as she fights between raising higher to give him more access and thrusting against his tongue.

Her voice is higher and then he’s all to aware of why. He can’t continue otherwise he’ll go before he’s even begun, and so even when she lets out a whine full of dissatisfaction he can’t help but let out a grin. He loves listening to how pleased she is when he does things to her, and that’s why even though he has to be careful not to lose control he slides his fingers in slow, and deep eliciting the those sounds he loves once again.

The pace he sets is built up. It’s not all at once, and god, she’s just so wet and warm. Oh, yes, he likes this. He loves this. He wants more of this.

He can’t believe he didn’t go over the line before now. There’s no excuse for torturing himself like this.

The light his desk lamp gives off makes him love it even more. It’s just enough to let him see the way she’s gripping his fingers as they pull out and go back in, and that’s enough visual stimulation to make him bite his bottom lip and let out a low groan.

He should have taken her the night he took her to dinner after teaching her how to parallel park. He should have taken her that time in his kitchen when he thought someone else had gained her interest. He should have taken her when he brought her back to his place after she confessed.

He should have. Could have. But he didn’t—he is now, though.

This isn’t how he had foreseen it. This isn’t how he imagined it. But he’s more than okay with it. He’s definitely glad he agreed to go with her to that party.

He can make all the excuses for his hesitation all he wants, but she was definitely his then, and all the times before it if tonight has taught him anything.

The drag of his zipper isn’t heard with the moans she’s letting out with each pump of his fingers. The pull upon his pants doesn’t bring them too low—no, he just lows them as far as necessary so he doesn’t have to stop what he’s doing.

The loss of his fingers inside her makes her push up upon her elbows and push her ass back against him. He can’t help but tease her over such a response, “So impatient.”

He doesn’t even give her the option to respond before sliding gripping himself and begin pushing himself in. It’s just the tip at first as he slides deeper pulling upon her hips to grind deeper and against her. His own shudder is unable to be kept at bay, and there’s no missing the way her voice has become muffled with the help of her hand.

This is where he can’t stop himself. This is where he’s lost himself. He’s firm in his grip upon her hip, and her waist. He loves the way she’s so warm and wet. He loves the way she grips him. He loves the way she—

“Sasuke-kun!”

Oh god, he definitely loves that even more.

He’s trying to remember to be easy with her, but then he thrusts harder, and hits inside her deeper. He had liked the way it looked as his fingers went in and out of her. He loves the way it looks when he slides out nice and slow slick with her before pushing himself back in to enjoy all that warmth.

He barely picks up on his own voice joining her own, or in the way he’s building up speed. He’s overcome with those wonderful wet sounds coming with every thrust. Harsh and deep he’s slamming against her.

Fuck—is there anything he doesn’t love about her in this moment?

Even the way those pale pink slide and move with each thrust has him reeling, and so close to the edge. The way her hips buckle and she’s pressed against the bed doesn’t halt him in the slightest. Deeper, and deeper. Harder, and harder. Faster, and faster. That’s all he can think.

She’s that ten shades of red he loves. She’s definitely has always been his. She’s never been someone else’s. She’s a classic, and far too fine to not be his.

He wants to hear the way she comes. He wants that hand off her mouth, and that’s exactly what he’s going for when he presses his cheek against hers and groans in her ear. That hand falls away from her mouth allowing her fingers to curl against his pillow and then it’s one thrust, two hot breaths, three begs, four high pitched whimpers, and on thrust five she’s over the edge and tight upon him.

On six he becomes more than determined, and on seven he’s pressing kisses against her ear. Eight makes it’s way hard, and with the ninth he feels himself tumbling over the edge. Ten comes in deep and it’s here he loses himself.

There’s no stopping the way he moans out her name deep, hot, and exhausted. His release is done with the hard press against her as he rocks himself empty inside her. Their covered in sweat, and the scent of sex has soaked the room.

Sluggish and slightly off balance he’s raising trying in vain to catch his breath. She’s in no better shape with the way her lids slowly lift. He’ll clean them up later. He’ll do a lot of things later.

All he’s concerned about right this minute is wrapping his arms around her and them sleeping off the booze. Pulling the comforter out from them has them fumbling before sliding under it. Those arms of hers comes around his waist, and his around her shoulder. He’s definitely more sober than when they started. That scent of vanilla comes with him pressing his nose within her hair.

The smallest of yawns escapes him and he barely has time to note how she’s fallen asleep already.

Lids fluttering down and then when they finally raise again his apartment is flooded with light from the window. He wants to get up and close the curtains but there’s a weight upon his shoulder and it’s slightly uncomfortable—no, it’s definitely uncomfortable, and made his shoulder numb.

A glance down makes it suddenly clear why and then there’s a flutter of his heartbeat. Swallowing thickly he’s trying to place it all together, and it doesn’t take much. He remembers the way he had pounded her into his bed, and the way she cried his name out. He feels his cheeks warm at the thought.

Slowly he eases himself out from under her noting her scattered clothing and realizing he’s still in this ridiculous outfit. His throat feels rough, and the first thing he needs to do right now is get some coffee. He can do this. It’s not like he hadn’t considered it.

Grabbing his glasses from the desk he makes quick work of grabbing a shirt, and sweat pants. Down the hall and into the kitchen he runs a hand through his hair. Fumbling around in the kitchen it’s barely a thought to grab the pancake mix from the cupboard. He’s not complaining about what happened. He’s more than pleased with himself. Clearing his throat he gets the keurig started and their coffee ready.

She’ll want milk with her coffee—if he threw in some chocolate syrup would that make it that mocha she buys when they go to that little cafe? He doesn’t know but at this point he’ll give it a shot. It can’t be that difficult.

His coffee is made first as he works on getting the pancakes ready. The slow way in which he moves makes it clear he’s tired, but again he’s not complaining. Looking back on what he does remember he’s beyond pleased. That flushed face, and those sounds. He feels hot again, and he needs to think of anything other than the way he made her quake beneath him as he filled her up.

Fuck—that’s not how you do that.

A noise grabs his attention, and he swears to god he almost swallowed his tongue. Turning slowly there’s no missing her face in those ten shades of red he just loves. She’s gotten one of his shirts out from his closet, and god, has he mentioned how much he loves her in them?

This is what he had been hesitant about. He didn’t want things to become awkward between them. He didn’t want her feeling embarrassed or out of place. A deep inhale has him settling his own nerves as he stands there with a spatula in one hand and the other on the handle of the pan.

Opening his mouth he immediately closes it. Turning back around he flips the pancake over before grabbing her cup from under the keurig. They don’t speak a word as he pours the milk, and syrup into the cup being sure to stir it thoroughly. She’s made her way to the pan and kept her eyes on the food and it’s here and now he knows he needs to break the silence and ease some of her embarrassment.

He’s extending the cup and then he sees the way she’s got her eyes looking upon the floor about to take it from him. That’s more than enough for him. He’s not sure what she thinks but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t find out.

The cup never makes it to her hands as he places it on the counter and then he’s lifting her up with a startled noise falling from her lips as he sits her on the counter. That subconscious habit of licking her bottom lip is not helping right this second—what if she—no, no, focus.

He was so sure last night she was his. He’s not so sure right now and that takes priority.

Clearing his throat he gains her eyes back on him. He’s quiet in his grip of the coffee cup and bringing it back to her hands. That infamous soft thank you falls between them and that helps to ease his nerves.

He only turns briefly to switch out the pancake so it doesn’t burn, and start the next before giving her his attention once more. There’s a soft swing to her legs as she sits there sipping her coffee. Her eyes have yet to leave him.

Standing comfortably between them he’s got his hands firm upon the counter as he brings his face closer to her. It’s enough to get her lower the cup to her lap. There’s no missing the way she swallows.

“Sasuke-kun.”

He only lets out that habitual noise in response. He’s interested to see where she takes this.

“I like you.” her voice sounds so small in that moment, and that’s enough to remind him that, yes, she is definitely his.

The smallest of grins sits upon the corners of his mouth as his own voice finally comes out with the low hum behind it, “Ah—do you?”

That habit of slicking her upper lip happens once again at his response, and that’s what he takes as a sign to let his hands make their way to her thighs and press his lips to hers. It’s nothing like last night. It’s not as firm or challenging.

This woman over twenty was far too cute for her own good, and perhaps that’s how she got him wrapped around her finger the way she does.

Her arms have made themselves around his neck. He has no clue where she’s put her coffee cup, and he doesn’t honestly care. When they pull apart she’s still wearing those ten shades of red he loves—he thinks a few more shades have shown themselves, though.

“Do you want chocolate syrup on your pancakes?” it’s just a breath between them, and then she’s got that smile blossoming across her face.

“Yes, please.”

They’re definitely together.

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