#caramel lookin ass

[shythalia]

A bronze ballerina statue.

This was originally going to be a fountain - with the water coming out the left hand to then flow down the arm going to the chest then flowing down the right arm with some falling off the intended path - but I didn't want to draw the water. hehe

[prettyfilmz]

CHAIN REACTION PT. 2 • JEY USO

author's note: now that the coast (iykyk) is clear, let's get into this part two😌. shoutout to jey uso's fine ass for spoiling me with content of him wearing my chain 3-4 times this past week, the reunion is about to go craaazy. enjoy reading, my loves💗

synopsis: in which jey makes it clear to nyx that he don't play when it comes to her. period.

tags: 18+ (MDNI), jey uso x black fem oc, fluff overload, soft and sensual sex, oral (fem receiving), love bites, drinking, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise kink, slight dacryphilia, pet names (baby girl, mama, baby.), they're sooo in loveeeee, body worship, established relationship at the end, this is super cute y'all trust me.

word count: 4.2k words (she's a big oneeee)

The soft hum of the private car made for a relaxing ride, but Nyx couldn’t stop fidgeting with the hem of her dress. She was nervous.  Not just the kind of nervous you get before meeting someone. You don’t get this nervous after you’ve already had them inside you, after you’ve had your body intimately ruined for future partners and spent hours discovering every hidden trick they had to make you see stars. This was different.

It had been five months since that night in the hotel. The night she found herself under Jey, wrapped up in his passion, losing herself to the slow grind of his hips and the possessive rasp of his voice calling her ‘baby girl’ like it was her name. They’d kept in touch—texting, FaceTiming, occasionally talking late into the night when he wasn’t traveling for shows. Their conversations had grown deeper, more personal, more intimate, until Nyx realized she had gone and done the one thing she promised herself she wouldn’t: caught feelings.

And now, sitting in the back of a blacked-out SUV, dressed to the nines in a black satin slip dress that hugged her thick, curvy frame in all the right ways, she was on her way to meet him again. In California. For the Netflix premiere of RAW.

Her phone buzzed in her lap, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was a text from Jey.

Jey: Almost there?  Can’t wait to see you, baby girl. I know you lookin’ fine as hell right now.

Nyx felt a wave of heat rush to her chest. He had such a way with words, making her feel like the most important person in the world with just a few taps on his phone.

Nyx: Almost there. You sure you’re ready to deal with me at a premiere?

The reply came instantly.

Jey: Been ready since the second I met you.

Her stomach flipped. The car pulled to a stop in front of the hotel, a luxurious high-rise that towered over the city with its sleek architecture and golden-lit windows. Nyx gathered her small clutch, smoothed out her dress, and stepped out, her heels clicking against the pavement.

As soon as she walked into the lobby, she spotted him.

Jey was leaning against the concierge desk, looking like sin wrapped in caramel skin and tattoos. He was dressed sharp in a black jacket accompanied with an unzipped hoodie underneath which showcased the skin of his torso he decided to not put a shirt over.  The "YEET" chain she’d made him sparkled under the crystal chandelier lights.  When his brown eyes found on hers, his smirk grew slow and lazy, like he had just found exactly what he’d been waiting for.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath as she approached, his gaze dragging over her like a caress.  “You tryin’ to get me in trouble tonight, mama?”

Nyx laughed, a little shy under his flirtatious gaze.  “Me? You’re the one standing here shirtless.”

He grinned, closing the distance between them to pull her into a hug.  His cologne, woody with a hint of vanilla, invaded her senses, and she melted into him.  His hands settled on her waist, giving her a squeeze as he pulled back to look at her.

“You good?” he asked, voice softer now.  “Nervous?”

“A little,” she admitted, biting her lip.  “It’s just… a lot. You didn’t have to fly me out and do all this.”

He tilted her chin up, making her meet his eyes.  “I wanted to. I told you—this ain’t just a hookup, Nyx.  You’re more than that.  And tonight? You’re with me. Don’t ever doubt that, ‘aight?”

Her heart swelled at his words, and she nodded, smiling shyly.

“Good,” he said, his grin widening.  “Now let’s go before Paul gets on my ass about being late.”

♡

The premiere was a whirlwind of cameras, interviews, and flashing lights, but the entire night, Jey had never let Nyx out of his sight.  Once his match finished and his post-match interview was underway, he immediately came and found her. His hand stayed on the small of her back, his thumb brushing lazy circles against her skin through the fabric of her dress.  

When fellow wrestlers including his brother Jimmy and his wife Trinity, he didn’t hesitate to introduce her as “This is my girl, Nyx,” with a pride that left her both flustered and giddy. Jimmy didn’t hesitate to make her feel welcome and got a few laughs out of her, and Trinity greeted her with a hug and exchanged numbers which marks the start of a blossoming friendship.

Now, hours later, they were back in his suite, Nyx stood by the window, sipping the last of her champagne.

He was watching her.  She could feel it in the way the heat of his gaze swept over her curves, lingering on the slit of her dress that revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her thick thighs.

“Why you all the way over there, baby girl?” Jey asked, his voice low but had a rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.

Nyx turned to face him, the champagne in her system gave her a warmth that spread through her chest, but it didn’t stop the butterflies that had been fluttering in her stomach since the moment she saw him tonight.

“Maybe I like the view from over here,” she teased, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Jey smirked, setting his glass down on the counter.  “Yeah?  I think I like this view a little better, mama.”

He began closing the space between them, his slow, deliberate strides making her heart race. The way his eyes locked onto hers had her forgetting how to breathe. It was the kind of gaze that saw right through every wall she tried to put up, that made her feel like she was the only woman in the world.

“Damn,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You don’t even know what you do to me, Nyx.”

Her breath hitched at the way he said her name, low and raspy, like a sacred prayer. She bit her lip, looking up at him through her lashes.  “What am I doing to you?”

He chuckled softly, his hand finally coming up to cup her cheek.  His thumb brushed along her jawline, sending sparks shooting through her body.  “Makin’ it real hard for me to behave.”

Nyx leaned into his touch, her voice barely above a whisper.  “Who said I want you to behave?”

That was all it took. Jey closed the remaining distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was soft but full of meaning. He kissed her like she was something to be savored, his hand sliding down to rest on her waist, pulling her closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between them.

She melted into him, her hands finding their way to his chest.  The feel of his warmth beneath her palms, the steady beat of his heart, sent a thrill through her.  His lips moved against hers with a slow, deliberate rhythm, teasing and coaxing her until she was breathless.

“You taste so damn sweet,” he murmured against her lips. Nyx giggled softly, “It’s probably the champagne.”

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head as he kissed the corner of her mouth.  “That’s all you, baby girl.”

His lips trailed down her jaw to her neck, pressing soft kisses to her skin. He nipped gently at the spot just below her ear, earning a soft gasp from her that made him grin.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

“Yes,” she breathed, tilting her head to give him better access.

“Good,” he murmured, his hands sliding down to her hips.  He tugged her closer, his thigh pressing between hers, and the friction sent a jolt of heat through her body.

“Jey,” she whimpered, her hands clutching at his shirt.

“I got you, mama,” he said, his lips brushing against her ear.  “You know I’m gonna take care of you tonight, right?”

She nodded, her heart racing.  “I know.”

His grin widened, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “Good. ‘Cause I’m gon’ take my time with you this time.”

Jey laid her down on the plush hotel bed like she was something fragile, something to be handled with care. He knelt over her, his hands braced on either side of her, and took a moment to just look at her.

“Can’t get over how beautiful you are,” he said softly.

Nyx’s cheeks flushed, and she turned her head shyly, but Jey wasn’t having it.  “Uh-uh, baby girl.  Don’t hide from me.”

He cupped her cheek, turning her face back to his.  “You hear me?  You’re beautiful. All of you.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and she reached up to brush her fingers through his hair.  “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Jey leaned down, pressing his lips to hers once again. His hands roamed her body, sliding over her curves like he couldn’t get enough of her. When he pulled back, he grinned down at her, his fingers playing with the strap of her dress.

“This gotta go,” he said, his voice teasing.

Nyx giggled, the sound soft and bubbly as she nodded.  “Okay.”

He slid the straps down her shoulders, taking his time peeling the satin from her body.  His eyes darkened as he revealed more of her, his hands brushing over her soft skin.

He kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that left her moaning softly into his mouth.  His hands roamed her body like he couldn’t get enough of her tracing the curve of her waist, gripping her hips, sliding down to cup her thick thighs.

“You’re so soft, mama,” he murmured against her lips. “I could touch you all night.”

Nyx’s cheeks flushed, her shyness creeping in again despite how exposed she already was.  She felt like she was being seen in a way she never had before, like Jey wasn’t just looking at her body but at her and all the emotions that she tried to hide.

“You’re just sayin’ that,” she whispered, trying to deflect the intensity of his gaze.

Jey shook his head, his hand sliding up to cradle her cheek.  “Nah, baby girl. I mean every word. You’re so damn beautiful.”

Her heart clenched at the sincerity in his voice, and before she could respond, he leaned down and kissed her again, his lips moving against hers with a slowness that felt deliberate, almost teasing.

He kissed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he left love bites in his wake. Red, purplish marks she knew she’d have to conceal with makeup tomorrow.  When he reached her breasts, he took his time, his lips and tongue exploring her soft skin until her back arched off the bed and her fingers tangled in his hair.

“Jey,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with need.

“Yeah, baby?” he asked, his voice low and teasing as he kissed the underside of her breast.

“I need you,” she breathed, her hands tightening in his hair.

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against her skin.  “You got me, mama. I’m right here…ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

But still, he didn’t rush. His hands slid down her body, gripping her thighs and spreading them gently. The way he looked at her like she was something precious, something he wanted to take his time with made her heart race.

“I almost forgot how pretty your pussy is,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her slick folds.  “Look at you, baby girl. Already so wet for me.”

Nyx whimpered, her thighs trembling as he slid a finger inside her, his touch slow and deliberate. “Jey,” she gasped, her hips bucking against his hand.

“I know, mama,” he said softly, his lips brushing against her inner thigh. “I got you.”

He took his time, building her up slowly, his fingers curling inside her just right while his thumb worked lazy circles over her clit.  When he finally leaned in and pressed his tongue against her, she cried out, her back arching off the bed.

“Shit,” she whimpered, her hands clutching at the sheets.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured against her, his voice vibrating through her.  “Let it out. Lemme hear you.”

Jey worked her like it was second nature, his tongue and fingers driving her higher and higher until the pleasure was almost unbearable. When she came, it was with a broken cry, her body trembling as the waves of her orgasm crashed over her.

But he wasn’t done.

“Shhh,” he murmured, kissing his way back up her body as she tried to catch her breath. “I got you, baby girl.  You want more?”

She whimpered softly, her body still trembling from her release, but Jey didn’t stop. His lips found hers again, kissing her softly as he slid his fingers inside her once more. The overstimulation made her squirm, but he held her steady, his free hand gripping her thigh.

“You’re so fuckin’ good for me,” he murmured against her lips.  “So perfect, baby girl.  That’s my good girl.”

The praise sent a fresh wave of heat through her, and she whimpered, her hips grinding against his hand as he brought her to the edge again.

Jey helped her ride out the aftershocks of her second orgasm, his lips soft and tender against the skin of her shoulder blade.  

Nyx laid there, her body trembling with the remnants of her earlier releases. Her lips parted as she caught her breath, her thighs still slightly trembling from the way his mouth had just worshiped her.

Jey hovered above her, taking his time, his dark, hungry eyes scanning every inch of her like she was a piece of art carefully crafted just for him. His lips curved into a lopsided, boyish grin, but his voice was thick and raspy when he spoke.

"You got no idea what you do to me, baby girl," he murmured. "I’ve been dreamin’ about this for months. About you. Feelin’ you, hearin’ you, bein’ inside you again. And now that you’re here…" He let the sentence trail off, his hands sliding up her sides, his thumbs grazing the undersides of her breasts. "Now that you’re here, I’m gonna take my fuckin’ time with you."

Her breath hitched as his lips found her neck, leaving slow, open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat.  He lingered there, sucking gently at her pulse point until she whimpered, body shifting slightly against the bed. Her hands found their way to his broad shoulders, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his shirt.

Jey’s kisses moved lower, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of her chest, her stomach, the soft dips and curves of her body.  He stopped at her breasts, his large hands cupped them, thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.

“So fuckin’ perfect," he murmured, leaning down to take one in his mouth. His tongue swirled slowly, his lips tugging gently at her nipple, while his other hand kneaded her opposite breast.

Nyx gasped, her hands tangling in his curls as she arched into his touch. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alive under his attention.

"Jey, please," she whimpered, her voice trembling.

He released her breast with a wet pop, grinning up at her.  "Please what, baby girl?  Tell me what you need."

"I need you," she breathed, her thighs pressing together as her arousal grew.

He chuckled softly, kissing his way back up to her lips.  "I know, mama. I know what you need. And I’m gonna give it to you. Just let me take my time."

He kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her toes curl.  His hands gripped her hips, tugging her closer until she could feel the hard length of him pressing against her thigh through his pants. 

As if sensing her anticipation, Jey pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. "Don’t worry, baby girl. I got you. I’ll take care of you."

Jey shifted, sitting back on his heels as he pulled his pants down his hips. Nyx’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of him thick, hard, and already leaking at the tip. She bit her lip, her thighs squeezing together instinctively.

“Don’t act like you ain’t seen it before, girl,” he said, his voice low and teasing as he leaned back down to kiss her neck.

“Not acting.” she huffs playfully annoyed, her cheeks flushing.

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her ear.  "Don’t be nervous, baby. You’ve already taken me before. You can handle it.  You’re my good girl, remember?"

The praise made her shiver, and she nodded, her hands gripping his shoulders as he lined himself up with her entrance. He slid the tip against her folds, teasing her, gathering her wetness before slowly, slowly easing himself inside.

"Shit," he muttered, his jaw tightening as he sank into her inch by inch.  "You’re so fuckin’ tight, baby girl. Grippin’ me good…goddamn.”

Nyx gasped, her nails digging into his back as he stretched her.  He was big, and the slow pace only made her hyperaware of how deeply he filled her.

"Jey," she whimpered, her voice trembling.

"I know, mama," he groaned, his forehead pressing against hers as he bottomed out.  "I know. You feel so damn good."

He stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust, his hands rubbing soothing circles into her hips.  He kissed her softly, murmuring praises against her lips.

"You’re takin’ me so good, baby. Kept that pussy tight for me huh?”

His words made her moan, her walls fluttering around him as her body relaxed. Slowly, he began to move, his thrusts deep and measured, each one dragging a soft whimper from her lips.

"That’s it," he murmured, his voice low and wrecked. "Just like that, baby girl. Let me take care of you."

The pace was slow but devastating, every roll of his hips sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. Nyx clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist as he thrust into her, the wet sound of their bodies meeting filling the room.

"You’re so fuckin’ perfect," he rasped, his lips brushing against her neck. "So good for me, baby.."

The praise pushed her closer to the edge, her thighs trembling as the tension in her belly built higher and higher.  Tears pricked at her eyes, and she whimpered, her nails raking down his back.

"I’m gonna…" she gasped, her voice breaking.  “Jey, I’m gonna—"

"I got you, baby," Jey said, his voice soft but commanding.  “Give it to me. Cum for me, mama."

With a broken cry, she shattered around him, her walls clenching tightly as her orgasm ripped through her.  Tears streamed down her cheeks as her body shook with the force of it, her nails digging into his shoulders as she held onto him like a lifeline.

Jey groaned, his hips stuttering as he followed her over the edge, spilling into her with a low, guttural moan. He held her close, his arms wrapped tightly around her as they rode out their highs together, their breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath.

He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his chest as they caught their breath. He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering there as his hand rubbed slow, lazy circles into her back.

The room was quiet now, the faint buzz of the nightlife outside leaking into the room.  The amber light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over the hotel suite, highlighting the sheen of sweat glistening on their bodies as they lay tangled together in the aftermath of their passion.

Nyx rested against Jey’s chest, her head tucked just beneath his chin, her bare body pressed against his.  His strong arms were wrapped around her, holding her close like she might disappear if he let go.  The steady rhythm of his heartbeat under her ear was grounding, a reminder that this was real, that this was them.

Jey let out a deep, satisfied sigh, his large hand sliding lazily up and down her back, the weight of it soothing and protective.  His fingers traced soft patterns into her skin, sending shivers down her spine despite the heat radiating off their bodies.

“You good, baby girl?” he asked softly. .

Nyx nodded, her lips curving into a soft smile against his chest.  “Yeah… I’m good,” she murmured, her voice light and content.

He tilted his head down to look at her, smiling lazily.  “Yeah? I didn’t go too hard on you, did I?”

She laughed softly, the sound warm and intimate, as her fingers traced absentminded circles on his chest.  “No, Jey. You were… perfect.”

He smirked, his hand moving to cup her chin, tilting her face up so he could meet her eyes.  “Perfect, huh?” he teased, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips.  “Good to know I still got it.”

Nyx rolled her eyes playfully, her fingers sliding up to toy with her chain that rested against his chest.  “Don’t get cocky now,” she said, though the fondness in her voice betrayed her words.

Jey chuckled, his thumb brushing over her cheek as he studied her face. There was a softness in his gaze, something deeper than lust, something that made Nyx’s chest tighten in the best way.

“I meant what I said, you know,” he said, his tone quieter now, more serious.

Nyx blinked up at him, her brows furrowing slightly.  “What do you mean?”

Jey shifted, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look at her fully.  His free hand slid down to rest on her hip, his fingers curling around the soft curve there.

“About this,” he said, his gaze locking onto hers.  “About you. This ain’t just a hookup for me, Nyx. I don’t want you thinkin’ that.”

Her breath hitched slightly at his words, her heart pounding in her chest.  She had known, deep down, that this wasn’t just casual fling for him. He’d flown her out to California, brought her to the premiere, held her hand in public like she was someone he was proud to be with. But hearing him say it out loud made it feel more real, made it settle deep into her bones.

“I don’t think it’s just a hookup,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the emotions swirling in her chest.

Jey’s lips curved into a small smile, and he leaned down to press another kiss to her lips, this one softer, sweeter, as if sealing his promise to her.

“Good,” he murmured against her lips.  “Because you’re mine now, baby girl. I told you, I don’t play about you.”

Nyx couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her face, her fingers sliding up to ruffle his hair.  “Yours, huh?”

“Damn right,” he said, his voice full of confidence.  He kissed her again, slower this time, taking his time to savor the feel of her lips against his.  When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers, his soft brown eyes holding hers.

“And just so we’re clear,” he continued, his tone softer now, almost shy.  “I’m takin’ you out on a real date. No cameras, no press, no crazy crowds. Jus’ me and you.”

Nyx’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.  “Really?”

Jey nodded, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip.  “Really, mama.  I’ve been waitin’ to do this right. And after tonight, I couldn’t wait no more.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and she couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face.  “So what kind of date are we talkin’ about?” she teased, her voice light.

Jey grinned, his dimples showing as he leaned back slightly to rest on his elbow, still hovering over her.  “Whatever you want, baby girl.  Fancy restaurant?  Done. Beach?  Say less.  Hell, I’ll take your pretty ass to Waffle House if they got one here.”

Nyx laughed, the sound warm and full, as she reached up to cup his cheek.  “You’re too much, you know that?”

“Maybe,” he said, his grin widening.  “But you like me anyway.”

She rolled her eyes, though her smile didn’t waver. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

Jey’s hand slid up to rest over hers, his eyes softening as he looked down at her.  “You deserve to be treated right, Nyx.  And I wanna be the one to do it.”

Her chest tightened at the sincerity in his voice, and she leaned up to kiss him again, her arms wrapped around his neck as she poured every unspoken feeling into the kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, Jey smirked down at her, his dimples deepening.  “So, what do you say, baby girl?  You gon’ let me take you out and do this thing right?”

Nyx pretended to think for a moment, her lips twitching into a teasing smile. “Hmm… I guess I could clear my schedule.”

Jey chuckled, leaning down to nip playfully at her bottom lip.  “Keep playin’, mama. You know you’re already mine.”

She laughed, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer.  “Yeah,” she said softly, her voice full of affection.  “I am.”

And for the first time in a long time, Nyx felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be: right there in Jey’s arms.

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[truefant4sy]

sundress.

gif credit: samijey

warning: unprotected sex, daddy kink, floor sex and more nasty shit

as y/n waited backstage to see joshua after his rough match with ilja once he walked back stairs the medics wasted no time cleaning and bandaging his bloody ear. Once his eyes met hers, he wasted no time walking over to her "hey baby" he greeted her while serving what she was wearing before narrowing his eyes at her "you look cute" she looked down at her pale blue sundress that contrasted with her warm brown skin "thank you" she said giving him a shiny smile.

He reached his hand out "cmon i gotta go grab my stuff from my dressing room" she took his hand and stood up, his arm rested over her shoulder as her arm slid around his waist, once they reached the dressing room he quickly closed the door and locked it "you did really goo-" his hand was wrapped around her neck as he pulled her in for a sloppy kiss that put her into a daze "what was that for?" she asked licking her lips "you know why, walking around here lookin like that." he replied running his hands over his face "looking like what josh?" she asked knowing damn well what he meant. his eye twitched before he changed the subject.

"Can you grab my duffel bag ma?" she nodded and looked around to see the black bag sitting on the floor by the couch.

she bent over to pick it up feeling the breeze against her folds, she could hear him take a sharp deep breath "you just like fucking wit me huh?" he asked her as she turned around to hand him his bag the look on his face was making her wetter by the second "what did I do now?" she asked playing stupid "baby ima need you to stop playing wit me alright?" he grabbed the bag and tossed it back down before grabbing her by the waist and kissing her his hand going underneath her dress and gripping at the bare plump flesh of her ass making her softly groan into his mouth as he sucked on her tongue.

with one hand still on her ass the other hand snaked to the front and began rubbing at her moist clit making her legs weakly shake "ouu wait a minute" her hand wrapped around his wrist trying to move his skilled fingers off the puffy bundle of nerves "nah you wanna walk around here like that ion wanna hear you say shit."

she whined letting go of his wrist before snaking her arms around his neck once he dipped her fingers into her wetness he sighed "you always so wet for me baby" he said before fully sliding his thick middle finger into her tight puss he pumped his finger in and out slowly "fuckkkk" she grinded her hips down onto his finger as his pace started to quicken making her cover her mouth to keep from getting too loud "m'getting so close daddy" she moaned in his ear as he kissed her jaw and neck "yeah? cum on my finger ma I wanna taste it" he purred in her ear.

Once he said that she wasted no timing letting her orgasm go making her legs shake even more, making him have to wrap his arm around her waist to keep her up "oh my godd- shit" his hand was now covered in her sticky white nectar he pulled his finger out of her and went to taste it, he sucked on his finger "you taste so damn good I wantchu to taste this baby" she wrapped her brown lined lips around his finger and sucked the small bit left of her pleasure off of his finger before leaning back in to kiss him her manicured hand was now palming his dick thru the leather pants he had on making him groan "whatchu want baby? you gotta tell me" he spoke deeply his eyes on her hand that was rubbing at his hard dick "mm I want you to fuck me." she told him gripping his dick just to make him groan.

he scooped her up and tossed her on the couch her face towards the wall "tell me how bad you want this dick ma" his hand rubbing at her ass and back "I want it so bad daddy" she bucked her hips back arching her back making her perky ass perk out more "yeah?" she nodded quickly making him chuckle, he pulled his dick out rubbing at it in its full glory his pink tip dripping precum onto the caramel base.

he lifted her dress up above her titties he soon was rubbing the fat tip of dick all between her folds making the woman shiver "cmon daddy please" she begged him "shh I got you" once he pushed it in the both groaned in unison his strokes starting off slow before he quickened his pace making her get louder "fuckk daddy please don't stop please" she knew he couldn't stop but the thought of it was bringing tears to her brown eyes "I aint baby just throw that ass back on yo dick mama this all for you" he groaned grabbing at the back of her neck, she of course obliged and started to jerk her hips back onto him the sounds of their skin slapping getting louder "fuckkk mama just like thattt, who's pussy is this huh?" he asked her and when he got no reply he smacked her ass harshly "yoursss" she gripped at the back of the couch .

When he pulled out she turned her head around ready to talk shit but he quickly picked her and put her in front of the mirror that was on the wall next to the couch in his dressing room and onto the floor forcing her to be on all fours before he quickly slid his dick back in, he wrapped his tatted arm around her neck putting her into a chokehold and lifting half of her body up the angle of her thrust making her bite her plump bottom lip hard enough to draw blood "oh my goddd daddy I can't take it" she whined even though her actions didn't match her words at all with her hips still jerking back to meet his thrust "yes you can take this shit like a big girl I know you can" his face was close to the side of hers.

His other hand went down her body down to clit to start rubbing at it making her hips falter their movements and try to move away from his thrust all together "nah nah don't start that running shit baby" he warned her, as much as she wanted him to keep going she couldn't help but run his back shots were always lethal and every time she tried to run "mm i cant help it-" she cried out his fingers working at her clit faster "yes you can stop running from me baby" as he spoke everything went black as her eyes rolled back into her head as she felt the biggest wave of pleasure rush over her "oh my fucking goddd daddy im cumming im fucking cumming" her words falling out her mouth "that's right baby cum on yo dick this dick is all yours I promise mama shittt" his thrust got harder as he chased his own wave of pleasure "shit mama I'm boutta bust all up in this pretty pussy" his hips stopped and they both let out a loud moan as he filled her up with his cum.

"no more sundresses for a little bit ight?" he said jokingly as he pulled out "alright" she agreed pecking his cheek.

THE END

[greenguy56]

EVERY ONE THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!!!

MYSTIC FLOUR AAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!

Sword drop

Cacao kingdom cookies seems to be getting sick

Dark cacao crunchy chip and caramel arrow have arrived as some area they looks like it belongs to mystic flour or it’s for mystic flour

NEW COOKIES!!!!

Mystic Flour becomes a spider ????

THEIR GONNA FIGHT!!!!!!!

Longan dragon eyes lookin ass

DARK CHOCO AT THE END OF THE VIDOE I REPEAT DARK CHOCO IS AT THE END OF YHE VIDEO

[caashmoneynae]

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POSSESSIVENESS.

TUPAC SHAKUR x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which Aaliyah gets angry at Tupac due to the cheating allegations against him and has a night out on the town with her best friends, which ends in a different way than she imagined. ✨

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"𝗪𝗘 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘, 𝗪𝗘 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘, 𝗪𝗘 𝗢𝗨𝗧-𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡'-𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘!" Aaliyah and her friends Kenny and Leah shouted as they clinked their glasses together and took another shot.

"you sure Pac ain't gon' trip about you bein' out like this?" Kenny asked, raising her brow, as she sat her shot glass down.

"i'm with Ken on this one. you sure he ain't gon' fuck you up? especially with that dress you got on." Leah chimed in as Aaliyah looked over at the two and rolled her eyes, sitting her shot down and wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb.

"fuck Pac. a'ight? he wasn't worried about me when he was at Suge's mansion with all them bitches, so why be worried about me now?" Aaliyah shrugged, adjusting her breasts in her dress, as she crossed one leg over the other and looked at her friends, who looked at each other before looking back at her and laughing.

while at her and Tupac's shared home, Aaliyah was informed that Tupac was at Suge's mansion surrounded by an assload of women. and what made things 10x worse was not only was she told anonymously of his infidelity, but she was sent pictures as well. though in the pictures there wasn't any type of foul-play — like him touching them the same way he touched her and/or him letting them touch him the way she touched him — Aaliyah didn't trust any of the women that he hung around.

it could've been her trust issues as to why she felt that way, but it could've also been that she was dating an extremely attractive celebrity that every woman wanted in their bed, which created trust issues for her whenever Pac went out. it's not that she didn't trust him, she just didn't trust women, and the women she used to be friends with were prime examples of why she couldn't trust anybody.

she didn't believe that Pac would cheat on her, however... she was pissed that he allowed all of those women around him. so, why not give him a taste of his own medicine and go out to a club?

as for the clothing that Leah commented on, Aaliyah wore a short jet-black body-con tube dress with a matching pair of black stilettos. her caramel skin shined underneath the lights of the club and glitter adorned her skin from her vanilla-scented perfume as her black silk press was styled in a high ponytail and her lips were glossed in Vaseline, mischievousness evident in her mind while her brown eyes looked at her friends.

"girl, all i'ma say is that when he come in here lookin' for yo' ass, don't say we ain't warn you." Leah advised, her hands raising in defense, as Kenny laughed and Aaliyah rolled her eyes.

"he ain't gon' do shit. he don't see me runnin' towards Suge's mansion and shootin' all the bitches up in there. 'cause i'll do it, fo'real." Aaliyah threatened, placing her glass of Hennessy to her lips, as Leah and Kenny laughed at her words.

"yeah, we know. that's why we hadda' take yo' ass out the house, so you wouldn't do no stupid shit." Leah laughed, earning a laugh from Aaliyah, as she sat her glass down and ran her tongue over her lips, letting the taste of the brown liquor marinate in her mouth.

suddenly, the song changed from TLC's "Diggin' On You" to LL Cool J and LeShaun's "Doin' It", making Aaliyah's brows raise as a naughty smile crossed her lips and Kenny and Leah looked at each other before looking back at their friend.

"now, 'Liyah... i know you not..." Kenny advised, raising a brow at her, as Aaliyah looked at her and Leah before letting out a hearty giggle.

"yup! i'm 'bout to go get myself a dance with a fine ass nigga!" Aaliyah smiled, hopping down from the stool, as she adjusted the bottom of her dress and hurried off to the dance floor.

"Aaliyah— bitch— you gon' get yo' ass beat!" Leah shouted after her as Aaliyah laughed and shrugged before rushing off to the dance floor.

with the liquor and pettiness in her system, it was bound to be a recipe for disaster. making her way to the dance floor, Aaliyah's hips swayed with each step she took as she moved her body to the sensual track that played loudly in the building.

it didn't take long for Aaliyah to gain a man's attention, and that's one thing that made Tupac choose her over everybody else. she didn't have to do much to get attention. she could just stand there and breathe, and every man would bow down and worship the ground she walked on.

that was the power of being a beautiful and successful black woman.

two masculine hands found their way into Aaliyah's waist as she moved her hips to the beat and a small smirk crept onto her lips, biting down on her bottom lip while she pushed her ass back onto the unknown male behind her.

Aaliyah assumed the unknown male was light-skin because of how light yet melanated his hands were and she also assumed he was tall due to his long arms and big hands, but that wasn't the only thing that Aaliyah noticed about him. the print of his friend poked against her ass and Aaliyah's smirk widened, but before she could continue her dance with the random man, her wrist was snatched up and she was aggressively yanked away from her dance partner, making her squeal in surprise while her brows furrowed.

"excuse y—" before Aaliyah could finish her sentence, she was faced with an angry Tupac, his jaw clenched and his brown eyes darkening as he stared at her.

"let's go. now."

—

"so, what the fuck was that? huh? you lettin' random niggas feel on you and shit?" Tupac asked, breaking the tense silence between the two, as his voice was stern and his grip on the steering wheel was tight.

looking over at him, Aaliyah laughed bitterly before grabbing her purse from the floor and beginning to search through it.

"wanna talk about me and shit..." Aaliyah trailed off and grabbed the pictures of Pac with various groups of women that were mailed to her, tossing them in his lap and crossing her arms, "now what the fuck is that?! huh?! you lettin' all then bitches touch on you like you ain't got a woman at home?! see, i knew i should've never trusted you being with Suge's no good ass!"

slowing down at a red light, Tupac looked down at his lap and looked at all the pictures individually before looking over at Aaliyah, "you think i fucked these bitches?"

"ding ding ding! congratulations, you have a properly working brain!" Aaliyah imitated a game show host, a fake smile on her face before she rolled her eyes, "if you ain't fuck these bitches, why y'all so close?! why they touchin' you?! why— why are these bitches on you, Amaru?! talk to me! tell me somethin'!"

"we can talk about this shit when we get home, a'ight? i'm not tryna talk about this while i'm drivin'." Tupac sighed, shaking his head, as Aaliyah smacked her lips and leaned back into her seat, looking out of the window and feeling her blood boil more.

"fine."

—

"uh-uh, 'Liyah, bring ya ass back down here, we got shit to discuss." Tupac demanded, watching Aaliyah begin her way up the stairs, as she huffed and made her way back down them, walking into the living room and standing in front of her lover while he sat on the couch.

"and when i say "discuss", i mean talk. stop raisin' ya damn voice at me." Tupac advised, raising a brow at her, as Aaliyah rolled her eyes before sitting down next to him, her arms crossed and resting on her chest while she avoided his eye contact and looked down at her lap.

"don't do that," Tupac lightly grabbed her chin and made her look over at him, "i know you mad, 'Li', but, you gotta talk to me, a'ight?"

looking into his eyes, Aaliyah noticed sincerity in them, and the wall of anger she had pint up was slowly diminishing, causing more frustration to rise within her. she hated how easily she cracked under his eyes, but she loved that he kept it real no matter what — which is one of the things that pulled her towards him anyway.

letting out a sigh, Aaliyah pushed a strand of hair and she glanced down at the floor before parting her lips to speak, "Pac, please tell me you didn't fuck any of those bitches."

"baby, i swear on my life, i didn't fuck any of those broads. i didn't kiss 'em, didn't give 'em my phone number, nothin'. i promise you i didn't." Tupac assured as Aaliyah stared at him, a hint of unsureness in her eyes.

"then explain the pictures. explain to me what happened with those polaroids, Amaru." Aaliyah demanded, trying to suppress her urge to yell at him.

"those are fans, 'Liyah. that's it and that's all. fans. i never fucked 'em. i never touched 'em. never entertained 'em. nothing. i ain't even want the bitches there, nor did i know they'd even be there. Suge invited 'em.—"

"and that's exactly why i don't want you around him, Amaru! he's a bad influence!" Aaliyah snapped, standing to her feet, as she looked down at her lover and crossed her arms, "i knew there was a reason i never liked his big yellow ass! he's tryin' to make you cheat on me! he knows exactly what he's doin'!"

"Aaliyah Faith. lower yo' tone." Tupac warned, calling her by her first and middle name, as he raised a brow at her and Aaliyah bit down on her bottom lip to suppress the disrespectful words that were bound to leave her mouth, crossing her arms for the million time while she turned her back towards him and stared at the wall with a clenched jaw.

"i didn't cheat on yo' ass, 'Liyah. i never have, and i never will, a'ight? but... let's talk about you for a second," Tupac stood up from the couch, his 'Death Row' chain jingling around his neck with the movement, as he stood behind Aaliyah and placed his lips next to her ear, "let's talk about how you was all up on that nigga on the dance floor. how you pushed yo' ass all up on him and let him feel what's mine. you thought i forgot, hm?"

"and who let you leave the house in this tight ass dress?" Tupac muttered in her ear, his brows furrowing, as he tugged at the material of her dress, "shit so tight and short, the bottom of ya asscheeks stickin' out. who told you that you could let them thirsty ass niggas at the club see what's mine, Aaliyah?"

Aaliyah froze at the sudden change in his demeanor. how in the hell did he go from being compassionate and talkative to being ready to rip her out of her dress and go to town? she didn't know the answer, but once she felt his arms wrap around her waist, a heartbeat was soon found in another place.

"now you see how i feel, right? you told me those bitches was too close, but now you lettin' niggas get too close? i ain't fuckin' wit' that, 'Li'."

"and i ain't fuckin' wit' it either. so what we gon' do?" Aaliyah suddenly matched the energy that was given to her by her lover, and Tupac raised his brow at the change in her manner as the two now stared at each other face to face, his hands on her waist and her arms around his neck.

identical smirks clouded the couple's faces as Pac let out a small chuckle, shaking his head while his eyes shined in lust.

"take yo' fine ass upstairs. we ain't done with this conversation."

—

"o-oh, my g— yes! don't stop, don't stop, don't sssstop!" Aaliyah shouted, going crosseyed at her lover's aggressive strokes, as her arch deepened and her head rested against Tupac's shoulder, a dazed expression on her face while his hand rested around her neck in a semi-tight grip.

his strokes never ceased from their fast pace and the deepness of his phallus only seemed to dig further inside her walls as her light-skinned face grew rosy and beads of sweat formed on multiple parts of her body, including her lover's. her lips rested ajar, apart from the occasional bites to her bottom one, and her vision faltered repeatedly, no matter how many times she attempted to see straight. faint bruises appeared on her body from the male's aggressiveness, and it only added more fuel to her fire as her eyes rolled back and she felt a rough smack on her ass, making a lazy smile cover her face while a squeak fell from her parted lips.

"i still can't believe you left the house like that, 'Liyah. lettin' all them niggas see what's mine... lettin' all them niggas touch what's mine... who the fuck told you to leave the house and show yo' ass like i'm not fuckin' crazy 'bout you, girl?" Tupac growled, his grip tightening on her neck, as Aaliyah's face held that same lazy smile and she looked up at him, seeing glints of anger yet lust in his brown eyes.

"behind yo' ass, i'll shoot that whole fuckin' club up, 'Li'. you think i want them niggas seein' what's mine?" Tupac muttered, kissing the sides of her face, as he leaned down to her ear and tugged at her earlobe with his teeth, "you're mine, you hear me? mine. nobody else's. you belong to me, Aaliyah Faith. you fuckin' hear me, baby?"

"f-fuck! i-i'm yours! i swear! nobody else's! o-oh, God, Tupac!" Aaliyah cried out, biting down on her lip, as she blinked back tears of pleasure and felt another rough smack on her ass, earning a whimper from her melanated lips while her brows furrowed.

"tell Daddy you're sorry, baby. let 'im know how sorry you are, sweet girl." Tupac cooed in her ear, peppering kisses on her earlobe, as Aaliyah felt her climax come closer and her grip on the sheets in her hand tightened, her eyes screwing shut and her jaw dropping before she let out a loud moan.

"i'm sorry, Daddy, i'm so fuckin' sorry! oh, s-shit, i'm cumming!" Aaliyah moaned loudly before climaxing, her juices clouding Tupac's length and their sheets, as Tupac smirked devilishly against her ear before his strokes suddenly picked up momentum and he pinned her down onto the bed, locking her arms behind her back while tears of pleasure pricked at Aaliyah's eyes for the second time.

"i can't hear you, beautiful. what'chu say?" Tupac whispered in her ear, sending a harsh smack to her ass, as his grip on her arms tightened while he watched tears run down her face, "say it again, pretty. tell me you sorry."

"D-Daddyyy!— i-i'm sorry! i'm so sorry! p-please, i c-can't— oh, my God!" Aaliyah cried, her hands balling up into fists, as Tupac grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head back, earning a feeble whimper from the woman while she looked up at him with glossy eyes.

"let me catch you lettin' anotha' nigga see what's mine again. let me catch you doin' some fuck ass shit like you did tonight with that fuckin' tight ass dress on, Aaliyah. let me catch you doin' some dumbass shit again and see how bad i fuck you up afta' that," Tupac spoke through gritted teeth, staring her dead in the eyes, as Aaliyah's brows furrowed and she gently bit down on her lip, "let me see you doin' some bullshit like that again and i'll air that whole fuckin' club out."

"you should be grateful homeboy walked out alive, baby girl. the way he was touchin' on you, he should've fuckin' got his shit knocked off tryna fuck wit' what's mine," Tupac continued, letting go of her hair and gripping her neck, as Aaliyah hiccuped at the sudden action and she stared submissively at her man, "you see what you do to me, baby? you got me goin' crazy ova' yo' fine ass. you think i'm 'posed to be cool wit' you goin' out in that shit?"

"lettin' all them bitch ass niggas see what i touch every night. what i kiss every night. what i lick every night. what i make cum every. motherfuckin'. night." Tupac growled, roughly squeezing the sides of her neck, as Aaliyah's face was now soaked in tears and the sheets mirrored her face, except they were 10x wetter and they weren't wet from tears.

Aaliyah's speech began to slur and her eyes rolled back into her head as incoherent words left her lips and an aggressive knot formed in her stomach, causing her to whine loudly while her brows furrowed.

"...i-i need to cum... p-please le-let me cum, Daddy." Aaliyah pleaded in a whimper, her words slurring a bit, as Tupac smirked at his lady and his animalistic strokes suddenly slowed, his tip jabbing right into her g-spot and making her jaw drop.

"tell me who you belong to, pretty girl. and then i'll let you cum. deal?" Tupac cooed, biting down on his lip, as he squeezed the sides of her neck and leaned down to kiss her ear, "because if not, you betta' hold that shit or i'ma fuck you up."

"i'm yours, baby! i'm yours! i-i swear i am! this pussy's all yours, Daddy, i promiseeee!" Aaliyah cried, her arch suddenly deepening, as the knot in her stomach slowly began unraveling, "Tupac! o-oh, fuck!"

Aaliyah shouted Tupac's name for a final time before she came, more of her honeydew drenching the sheets and clinging to her lover's erection, as her body weakened in his arms and she let out a soft whimper, her chest rising up and down heavily while her eyes fluttered repeatedly to try to regain her vision.

"aww, look at the mess you made, beautiful. i love how wet this pussy always get fa' me," Tupac cooed, smirking, as he raised his head from her ear and their brown eyes locked, "this yo' dick, right, baby?"

"...of course."

"come show me then."

Aaliyah's lips curled up into a lazy smirk and she bit down on her lip as Tupac's slowly pulled out of her wet sex and laid down on the bed next to her, watching his woman gain strength in her limbs while she crawled over to him. releasing her hair out of her now messy ponytail, Aaliyah tossed the elastic band onto the floor and allowed her hair to cascade down her back as she straddled Tupac's lap, the soreness in her limbs beginning to kick in as she did so.

fighting the aches in her joints, Aaliyah bit down on her lip and raised her hips a bit as she wrapped her fingers around Tupac's soaked phallus, rubbing his tip against her folds for a bit before placing him at her entrance and sliding down. the two lovers released soft gasps of pleasure at Aaliyah's actions and Tupac's hands rested on her hips as Aaliyah bit down on her lip and looked down at her man, who was already staring up at her with lust written in his pretty eyes.

this was her shot to prove that he was all hers, and despite the soreness in her limbs, she was gonna do just that. if he thought he was the only one who could be dominant, he had another thing coming.

leaning down to him, Aaliyah rested her hands on his shoulders as her hips moved up and down at a steady pace, her waist occasionally swirling and earning a small moan out of the man underneath her.

"we been talkin' about me all night," Aaliyah muttered, staring at the man with low eyes, as she bit down on her lip before leaning towards his ear, "now it's time to talk about you."

"how did you think i felt seein' all those pictures, Pac? all them bitches surrounding my man and being all up in his personal space. you think i didn't feel affected by that? hm?" Aaliyah cooed, placing a kiss on his earlobe, as Tupac let out a soft sigh in pleasure and Aaliyah smirked, knowing she had him right where she wanted him.

"you know none of those bitches could do what i do. they couldn't kiss you like i do. they couldn't fuck you like i do. they couldn't suck this dick like i do. they couldn't handle this dick like i do... and they can't ride this dick like i do," Aaliyah growled lowly, bucking her hips onto the male's shaft, as Tupac's hands slid down her ass and grabbed a handful of both cheeks, "you know i know your body better than those bitches do, baby. like... your sweet spot."

Aaliyah's lips wrapped around the top of Tupac's earlobe and she gently tugged at it with her teeth before peppering kisses around it, earning a moan from her lover while she smirked. Tupac fell into a submissive trance — a trance he never even knew he had — and Aaliyah began grinding her hips onto his length as her hands rubbed along his chest, making him twitch inside of her walls.

"fuck, 'Li', if you keep fuckin' around, you gon' make me buss quick." Tupac moaned, biting down on his lip, as Aaliyah smirked and raised her head from her ear, pressing her forehead against his while their heartbeats synced up to match one another.

"i bet those bitches couldn't make you buss quick, could they, Daddy? nobody can do it like me, baby," Aaliyah cooed, a devilish smirk on her face, as she sped up the pace of her grinds and Tupac's hands ran up and down her body, abruptly stopping at her back and gently digging his nails into her skin, "tell me somethin', Pac... who does this dick belong to, baby? tell me who else can make you cum fast. tell me who else knows the right spots to touch. tell me... tell me that you're mine. say it. let me hear you say it, Daddy."

"i'm yours, mama. all yours. mmh, don't stop, i'm 'bout to nut." Tupac moaned, his bushy brows furrowing, as Aaliyah smiled in delight before feeling a knot form in her stomach for a second time, causing the two lovers to moan in sync.

"that's what i like to hear. cum with me, pretty boy."

Aaliyah's hips swiveled and grinded on Tupac's phallus and her juices continued to coat him as some of them dripped down onto the sheets, her walls clenching around his dick while his veins throbbed inside of her. Tupac's gripped Aaliyah's sides and Aaliyah's hands gripped Tupac's shoulders as their foreheads rested upon one another's, fiery passion glossing over both of their brown eyes.

suddenly, Aaliyah's jaw dropped and Tupac's brows furrowed, letting the two know that they were both at their peaks. with a moan of one another's name, Aaliyah came on her man's length and Tupac shot up his woman's club, both of their bodies jolting before relaxing at once. a sigh of relief fell from both of their lips as their grip ceased on each other and Aaliyah rested her head against his chest, tracing over his chain with her finger while Tupac's hands rested against her back.

there was a moment of calm silence between the two before Aaliyah parted her lips to speak, and Tupac rolled his eyes because he knew she was bound to say something smart-mouthed.

"I'll fight every bitch in those pictures." "And I'll shoot that nigga you was dancin' on in the club."

[amorest-viesse]

[LOST GARDEN] - Siams 4★ Card Story Translation

Ft. Shin & Bizele

Stray Cats Loneliness

[Lost Garden]

Shin: —Hey, useless piece of shit.

Siams: …The fuck do you want?

Shin: What did you say to me? After I wasted all this time tracking you down?

Shin: Only to find you jackin’ around doing nothing? Get your ass back to the atelier now.

Siams: What’s it to you? If you don’t wanna do it, then just stop followin’ me around.

Shin: But then Sirius is gonna keep pestering me until I do. You know how he is.

Shin: Nothing gets through that thick fucking skull of yours does it? …Ugh, now I’m pissed off…

Siams: …

Siams: (—With how prickly he gets, you’d think this guy would’ve bitten back by now, but he always follows Sirius’ orders to a tee.)

Siams: (I used to think it was some kinda devotion thing, but it seems like he’s got other reasons too.)

Shin: Ugh, I soo need a caramel macchiato right now. Let’s get one before heading back.

Siams: Why are you draggin’ me into this? I’m not takin’ some annoying ass detour.

Siams: Get it yourself. I’m headin’ back.

Shin: Well, I don’t wanna!

Siams: Wh—

Shin: I don’t wanna go by myself! You’re coming too!

Shin: Don’t leave me alone…

Siams: …

Siams: (Every so often he gets like this.)

Siams: (At first I thought I was dealin’ with a completely different person, but I’m more or less used to it by now.)

Siams: (...Still, what is up with the switcheroo?)

Shin: C’mon Siamsy, let’s go get a caramel macchiato together ♪

Siams: Are you like, a legit psycho, or somethin’?

Shin: Hm? Did you say something?

Siams: Uh, nope…

Siams: (What’s so wrong with bein’ alone, anyways?)

Siams: (I’ve never had a problem with it, so what kinda place did this guy grow up in?)

Shin: Hmhmhmm, caramel macchia~tos ♪ Maybe I should get Sirius something too.

Siams: (Did he use to have someone lookin' out for him…?)

Siams: (It’s not like I’ve ever asked him about his childhood… Though it’s not like I’ve cared much either.)

Shin: Ooh, some ice cream would be nice too. What do you think?

Siams: (...Yeah, I still don’t care.)

Siams: Do whatever you want.

Shin: Are you even listening to me!? It’s a yes or no question!

Siams: (............So annoying…….)

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[Atelier]

Siams: Bi—zele… Bi—zele?

Siams: (I can’t believe he wandered off again…)

Siams: (Though he does always come back if I wait…)

Siams: (Is this how that fuckin’ narcissist feels about me?)

Siams: (Nah, there’s no way. This is a totally different situation.)

Siams: (What am I doing? I gotta keep looking for Bizele—)

???: Mess up my clothes and we’ll see how many lives you’ve really got.

Siams: …?

Shin: Dumbass cat. You have no idea how filthy you are, do you?

Shin: Humans gotta shower every day to get clean, but cats only get a wash every now and then… What’s up with that?

Bizele: Meow~

Shin: It’d be one thing if you stayed inside all the time, but you’re always wandering off wherever you please. Who knows what you get up to out there…

Shin: Haven’t you brought home dead rats before too!? That was seriously gross…

Shin: Ugh, I can’t with you… Just thinking about all the dirt you’re tracking in gives me chills.

Bizele: Meow.

Shin: Agh!!

Shin: Did you just step on my shoes, you overgrown rat!?

Shin: Looks like you do need to be taught a lesson…

Siams: Bizele!

Shin: Is that you, Siamsy?

Siams: Touch him and you’re the one who’s gonna need 9 lives.

Shin: …

Bizele: Mi~aow.

Shin: Kyaha! The fuck was that? Kitty love? Or are you actually the family type?

Shin: I didn’t know you were capable of that. Got me re~al good.

Siams: …What are you going on about?

Shin: Did you actually think I’d kill your kitty?

Shin: What kind of freak kills a cat? I wouldn’t sink that low.

Siams: …

Shin: You’ve got a real helicopter parent, kitty. And all we were doing was playin’ around.

Bizele: Meow~...

Siams: Ah! Bizele.

Shin: Oh, will you look at that? Looks like he wants to be with me today. Guess my charm works even on a cat ♪

Bizele: Meow~

Shin: If I was serious about killing him, he’d already be long dead.

Shin: You really are a useless piece of shit if you didn’t realize that. Kyahaha  ♪

Siams: …

♡♥♡

Siams: (No matter how much time I spend around that damn narcissist…)

Siams: (I don’t think I’ll ever get him.)

Siams: (...Not that I care to in the first place.)

Bizele: Meow~...

Siams: Oh, Bizele. Are you takin’ a nap too?

Siams: C’mere. It’s warmer.

Bizele: Mi~aow

Siams: (I dunno the first thing about family…)

Siams: (But I guess it is nicer sleepin’ with Bizele than alone…)

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

(Sorry if this sounds demanding, swear it's not my intention) could you write a domestic scene within the situationshipverse pls? A date or something like that. I love it <3

You don't sound demanding at all, and THANK YOU, anon, for this request, I actually loved writing for these two fools again! I briefly talked about a disastrous Valentines' date with Simon (that takes place soon after the end of the main series) and wanted to talk about it more.

I'm feeling a bit meh about my writing rn, but I hope you like it anyway <3

You're late.  Again.

Your phone is dead, you’re tired beyond belief, you’ve got blisters in your feet and it’s pouring rain tyrannically, rendering you completely drenched, boots squelching with every step you take towards his flat.

You’re so irritated, so full of anger at the shitty circumstances and while you’re not usually a violent person, you kick at the sign that says that the lift is out for repair.  But the sound it makes when it knocks over sets off the waterworks, and by the time you’re pitifully knocking at Simon’s door, your face is as drenched as your coat.      

He ushers you in without a word, but it just makes you cry harder.  It’s not only that you were late for your date with Simon…it’s that you’re four hours late, Simon is on leave for only two weeks and that it’s Valentine’s Day and you’d wanted to spend a cheesy evening with your stoic boyfriend who’d stumbled his way into feeling out and planning something that he’d thought you’d enjoy.

And you were four hours late.  Because cheesy fools all around the city had wanted the same thing you’d wanted—time alone with the one you loved with the world shut out around you.

Your wet clothes stick to your skin and your irritation makes even removing them a chore, but Simon patiently leads you to the bath and helps you strip off your clothes that fall down to the tiles with a wet plop.  While the bathtub fills and the steam envelopes the room, Simon looks down at you with melted eyes the colour of dark caramel and wipes your tears with gentle fingers.  “Why are you so upset, love?” he whispers.  “It’s alright, you’re alright.”

You bury your face into his chest and his arms automatically go around you and grab your bare ass.  It makes you giggle through your tears, and you half-heartedly smack his chest.  “You can’t do that, I’m crying!”      

“Not mutually exclusive,” he insists, and it makes you cry-laugh again.  

You push away from him slightly, put your hands on his chest, rest your chin on them and look up at him.  “I’m sorry I ruined Valentine’s Day.” 

“Sweet girl,” he starts quietly.  “You’re standin’ naked in m’flat, lookin fuckin’ fantastic—” your ass is squeezed again for emphasis—“and yer’ going to relax and we’ll get some food and then you’ll sit on m’face until the mornin’.  Day’s hardly ruined, love.”

“Jesus, Simon,” you mumble, pushing away from him and rubbing at your swollen eyes.

“S’true.  You could never ruin anythin’, love.”

“You’re a sap,” you chide him.  “I know you made some plans for us to do something.  I should’ve just asked for the day off and—”

“Shut up.  Take your clothes off and get in the bath,” he interrupts, and despite yourself, you roll your eyes at him but follow his instructions.  When you’re comfortably seated, you feel his fingers gently drip water into your hair, on the back of your neck and on your shoulders, and the familiar, repetitive  motions soothe the disquiet in your mind. 

When his fingers use rhythmic motions to massage shampoo into your hair, you feel your stress further melt away, and sink deeper into the warm water.  “You wanna talk about it?” he enquires quietly.

“Fuck no,” you sigh, closing your eyes and leaning your head further back into his touch.  “I don’t even want to think about it.”

“Good,” he whispers.  “Don’t think about it, then.  Just relax, sweet girl.  You’ve got me.”

Your eyes blink open at his words, and you’re reminded of why you’d been so upset previously.  The real reason you’d been so upset.  “I, er…earlier?  I was upset because—I feel like you planned something for us and I let you down and you’re going away next week and we don’t even know when I’ll see you next, and fuck, Simon, I love you, I love you so much, but this is so hard—”

“Fuckin’ hell,” he breathes.  “You’ve been thinkin’ about that, pet?”  His sigh is deep and troubled, and he leans down to press a kiss onto your forehead.  “I love you…” he murmurs, “...but you’re a fuckin’ idiot, love.”

“I know,” you wail.  “I know it’s ridiculous, but it just feels like I’m wasting your time—”

“Alright, enough of that.”  He stands abruptly, and bends down to you.  Before you know it, he’s lifted you up effortlessly, and your legs dangle over his arms while he marches you into his room.  When he throws you onto his bed, you bounce a little and it makes you gasp.

“Simon, you fool, I’m dripping wet.”

“I know you are,” he says.

“I’m going to mess your bed up and we’re going to have to sleep on a wet bed.”

His expression is intense as he says, “Doesn’t matter.”

You rise up partially on your elbows and narrow your eyes at him.  “You’d hate it,” you tell him.  

He doesn’t bat an eye.  “Don’t care.  What I do care about is that you never say anythin’ like tha’ again, okay?”

You laugh nervously and fiddle with the covers, too embarrassed to even look at him.  “I know.  I wasn’t really worried about that, I just say stupid shit sometimes.”

“Okay,” he says, crawling over you now, and hovering over you, forearms on either side of you, effectively caging you in, keeping you safe, making it so it’s just him and you, exactly like what you’d wanted.  “Love you.”

“I love you too, Simon.  You’re it for me,” you whisper, and lean forward until your forehead touches him and you’re holding on to his wrists with your hands.

“You’re it for me too, sweet girl.  And…” his eyes quickly flicker down to your bare body.  “...nice tits.”  You can tell he’s still a little bothered though, and you lean further up to speak against his lips.

“I promise you, I don’t actually think I’m wasting your time, I just want to make the most of the time we’ve got together, and sometimes I struggle when you’re gone and it’s a bit lonely at my place, but I know you’re coming back to me and—”

“Move in with me.”

“...what the fuck?”  You stare at him with comically large eyes that threaten to bulge out of your eye-sockets.  “What the fuck is wrong with you, how are you asking—”

“Move in with me, dove.”

“Fuck, yes!  Of course, yes!” you say, grinning.  “Obviously yes!”

He doesn’t say anything, but a rare, perfect smile makes an appearance, and in that moment, everything’s perfect and life is perfect and you’re just two love-struck fools staring at each other with goofy smiles on your face.  “Should we have sex now?” you wonder aloud.  “Celebrate, somehow?”

“Got the bed messy anyway, love.”

You look around you at the rumpled, wet sheets and nod.  “Yeah, sorry about that.  I’m honestly impressed you let it happen, considering how military you are about it like oh make the bed so tight and neat you can’t get in or out of it otherwise it’ll start the next world war—” you mock him doing a horrible job of imitating his accent but your voice just gets deeper and deeper until it cracks, making you laugh, then snort and then laugh again.

Through it all, Simon has the most unimpressed expression on his face, pretending to be pissed off, of course, but the melted honey of his eyes gives him away, and he ends up smiling at you anyway.

He leans down to kiss you, and you try (and fail) pull his jumper off of him.  He pulls it off himself, and strips the rest of his clothes off, only separating from your lips when he absolutely has to.  When he briefly shifts, a strand of soft gold falls into his eyes, and you reach up to push it aside.   

“Why are you smiling?” you ask him.

“Why are you smiling?” he shoots back.

“We’re about to have sex, why the fuck wouldn’t I be smiling?”

He shakes his head and laughs at you, and you’re suddenly euphoric at the feeling that he incites in you, knowing that you do this for him and he’ll do it for you, and you’ll be stuck in a loop of making each other undeniably, uncontrollably happy for the rest of your lives.   

He makes the night infinitely better when his moan against your mouth ends up sounding like he’s in agreement with your thoughts.

[zaiixoxoo]

DANGEROUS TEMPTATIONS

Pairings: ShurixFemReader Dom!Shuri, Stipper!Reader, ShurixStripperReader, Sub!Reader.

Containing: Oral, !Use of strap, fingering, degrading a lil bit, lotta praising, Panther!kink, face!riding, lotta squirting, and mo’ lil filthy shit.

Summary: Summary: You weren’t the typa’ bitch who NEVA’ fell for anyone. You never let yourself feel vulnerable in front of others, let alone let them have the opportunity to get the chance to hurt you. So, you were never the type of person to fall for someone. But when you first laid your eyes on her… that changed.

Ps: You a fine ass HOOCHIE MAMA STRIPPER, so that made Shuri even more attracted to you 😩💋.

𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 was the most luxurious and high-end strip club in town- if not the country. It was filled with a plethora of beautiful women and the air was filled with the scent of money wafting everywhere.

All sorts of beautiful colors of lights were filling the air, as if a rave party was happening. You could see many dancers dancing on poles in provocative manner, trying to get customers attention and earn a good amount of tips.

You walked into the club with such a confidence in your stride. People turned and watched you as you strutted in, your heels clicking against the floor until you reached the main floor area. You had arrived at the club just a few minutes ago to start your night shift, after all.

Not to mention you were a pretty bitch, Your thick, light caramel colored thighs shook along with your juicy ass as you strutted to the back rooms of the club, your pink French nails with Hello Kitty charms on them reflecting off the lights. You had a big, pretty ass butterfly tattoo on your back and a little chain of them leading to a bit under your stomach. Your hoop earrings matched your nail and a subtle pair of sparkly heels with diamond rhinestones and a cute kitty charm on the toes. The entire time you were walking, your long, pink Fulani braids were waving behind you like a mermaid’s flowing hair. Your glittery, sparkling hello kitty bikini showed off your big, beautiful, brown colored titties, along with a big, shapely ass. Your bikini’s thong left not much to the imagination with how small and thin it is, with your painted pink toes sticking out of a pair of glittered heels.

You strutted back out into the floor once you’ve freshened up, and you could tell everyone’s eyes were on you. You could feel the attention and how all those hungry eyes were on you.

You could feel the money in the air as you strutted back towards the bar. You weren’t hungry for attention- you were hungry for cash.

You knew exactly what you were here for. You weren’t here to get attention and flirt with customers. Well, you were, but flirting with them was just for your own benefit only- which was getting tips and cash.

You strutted towards the bar and sat down, ordering yourself a drink to sip on.

You sipped on your drink a bit as you looked around, scanning the area lazily. Your body leaned on the counter as you sat at the bar, eyes occasionally stealing a few glances at some men. You weren’t really looking for anyone in particularly- but you could never tell when someone was interested in you.

Suddenly, a broke ass, ugly lookin’ nigga in a suit came towards you. You could tell he was one of those men who were desperate and had no game whatsoever.

You could basically smell his desperation as he walked up near you, and he looked around your body for a bit. He bit down on his lip as he scanned your body, and when he looked back up at your face, he didn’t look so subtle with checking you out. By the looks of him, you can tell this nigga don’t get no coochie.

It was clear as day what he wanted from you. He didn’t care that he was being obvious, he didn’t even care that he wasn’t subtle with checking you out. He licked his lips like you were some steak he couldn’t wait to taste.

“What you want nigga?” You questioned the man in your signature accent. You raised your brow at him as you crossed your legs, waiting for his answer while you took a sip of your drink.

The man looked flustered at your question and how you spoke, but he tried playing it off by clearing his throat and looking you in the eye. He seemed to be intimidated by you for a second, but he tried to seem like he had game, which he clearly didn’t.

He tried to act smooth and suave while he tried to slide in, but it clearly wasn’t working. He tried to keep a smirk on his face while he tried to look you in the eye for a bit, but he eventually glanced off to try to look at your body.

“Well, damn ma,” He said, trying to put on some stupid deep voice to try to sound cool. The fact that he was basically calling you ma while you were younger than him was already a dead giveaway. It was such a stupid thing to say too.

You rolled your eyes at him and how he was basically calling you ma. You glared up at him and scrunched your face, looking him up and down. “Man, the fuck you want nigga? You ain’t gettin’ nun of this so you might as well gon’ on bout’ yo business sir. And plus, this pussy ain’t for no broke ass nigga anyways so you probably needa’ go over there where the broke strippas’ who need money at. Too-da-lew nigga.”

The man looked completely shocked at how you spoke to him, and how you turned him down. You basically called him broke to his face and rejected him like he was nothing, and you did it so casually too.

The man seemed so stunned and offended, and his face told it all. He tried to come on so big and bad in the first place, and it just blew up in his face. He swallowed hard and tried to find something to say, but you could tell he was struggling. Then he looked at you with some pissed off, annoyed look on his face.

He wasn’t used to getting turned down, and he wasn’t used to getting talked to in that way. He was offended that you completely called him broke and shut him down, and that pissed him off.

The man was clearly pissed, and he was even more pissed from how you basically ignored him now, sipping on your drink and acting like he wasn’t even there. His face was red with anger, and his fists tightened into a ball in his pockets.

The man seemed to be even more angry, and his fists were even more tightly balled up in his pockets. He clenched his jaw and glared at you, and he raised his voice at you as he stepped closer. “Bitch ass hoe, you really gonna ignore me like that? I’m talking to you, ho.”

That was the last straw…

You glared up at him and you put your drink down and hopped off the counter in your heels. You got right into his face and crossed your arms, staring him dead in the eye. “WHO you calling a ho, broke nigga? You the one lookin’ around at women cuz ‘ you got no bitches. I get men with money, you probably one of them broke ass men. Get outta my face, nigga. FO’ I LIGHT YO’ BROKE ASS UP! Matter fact, GET THE FUCK OUTTA THIS CLUB NIGGA! Lookin’ like a off brand ass lil durk! Getcho’ stupid ass outta’ here broke ass bitch!”

The club got silent when you basically went off on his ass, and people started watching as you got loud, angry, and got in his face. You were basically threatening him and putting him in his place at the same time.

The man backed up a bit when you got in his face, clearly intimidated by your anger with everything you said. He looked a little embarrassed by how you called him out in front of everyone, and it was clear he was humiliated. Everyone was watching them, and this little scene was probably entertainment for everyone right now.

The owner of the entire club, Q, rushed over when he heard commotion happening. He got out from behind the bar and walked towards both you and the man, a look of annoyance and anger on his face.

Q came over, walking towards you and the man. The man looked at him, trying to play innocent but Q looked directly at you, glaring slightly. “Fuck is going on? Y’all got people looking over here- and I could hear y’all ass all the way from my damn office. what’s going on?” He asked, sounding pissed.

Q was an fine ass dark-skinned man in some nice ass designer clothes. He had an icy grill in his mouth and he wore some chains and jewelry. He was really nice and respectful, but he was definitely not someone you would want to make angry.

Q was about 6’1 ft, and he had a well-built frame since he worked out a lot. His skin was dark, and his hair was short. He always kept his beard neat and it was full as well. The diamonds in his jewelry were real too, and he had a diamond encrusted watch on his wrist as well.

You glared down at the man still, but after looking at Q, you crossed your arms and looked into the man’s face. You started giving the rundown of what happened, and you were still angry. “This broke muthafucka’ was tryna get at me tryna get some pussy, and when I wasn’t interested he got mad. He called me hoes and bitches like his ass gotta death wish or sumn’.”You pointed at him after you said that, glaring at him.

The man didn’t say anything as you basically told Q what happened, and he knew he was getting called out for acting like a dumbass. He could tell the whole club was looking at their drama, and he looked embarrassed as he tried to look innocent. He swallowed hard and stayed silent.

Q glared over at the man as you explained, and he raised a brow slightly and crossed his arms. He tilted his head as he continued listening to you, looking between you and the man. He was just pissed, you could tell he didn’t like how the man was acting.

Q was silent when you finished your little rant, and he glanced at the man, glaring at him with a look that could kill. He turned to him and crossed his arms, basically looking over him like he was nothing. “Get the fuck out my club nigga.” He ordered, his voice raising. The man looked shocked and embarrassed by how Q basically just put him in his place.

Q raised his hand and pointed to the exit of the club. “Go on, out my club. Now.” He ordered. The man was clearly annoyed, but he sighed and walked away, completely embarrassed and pissed because he was basically being called out and humiliated in front of everyone.

Everyone seemed to relax when the man left in embarrassment, leaving them able to get back to work. You were still pissed off, that man was really grinding on your gears but it was kind of relieving to see him so humiliated.

Q still looked pissed, probably from remembering the scene. He turned to you and crossed his arms again, looking you up and down with a look that seemed like he had a headache now. He let out a sigh and put a hand on his forehead.

“You good?” He asked, glancing around as he relaxed again. He looked like he was annoyed but he also looked tired.

You crossed your arms and glared at the man, letting out a huff as you spoke. “Hell nah, I ain’t good. This damn nigga done pissed me off but I’m good now that he gone.”

The man was gone, he could be mad all he wanted to now. You were happy he was gone, but you wouldn’t mind putting him to the ground if he tried anything. Q glanced at you after you spoke, and he sighed before leaning against the counter.

“That’s good, just keep doin what you doing. This club been busy all day, you know that.” He said, his tone more like a question than a statement.

You nodded when he mentioned the club, and you let out a huff as you relaxed again. You knew he was right, the club had been completely busy all day with all the customers trying to get a piece and make it rain. You got a little tired trying to keep up with all of it while doing your work but you just wanted to make your money.

You sighed as you relaxed and let yourself unwind. You strutted back over to the back of the club, walking into the locker room where all the other dancers were getting ready. They were all getting ready for their show and getting some tips, just like you.

The room was filling up with the beautiful women all getting ready to go out and get on the pole, and everyone was getting ready for their turn. Some were taking pics while other were talking to each other. Others were getting ready and putting on their make as they fixed their hair.

And now, it was time for your go.

The music started playing, and you strutted out to the main part of the club as Dirty Diana played. You strutted along like you always did- and it felt damn good. It was almost therapeutic.

People turned their attention to you as you strutted out, and they watched you like you were about to put on a show. Most of the men looked completely entranced, and you could tell this was the beginning of business being picked up for you.

Your body moved to the music, moving along with the beat of the song, the way you always did. The men watched you with hungry eyes as you strutted along the pole, shaking your hips and putting on the performance of the night.

You strutted out of the locker room, and some of the other dancers gave ya a look and smirked at you as you strutted onto the floor, shaking yo' ass in a nice slow stride. You strutted to the pole and jumped up on it, wrapping a leg around it and letting out a little sigh, feeling all eyes on you.

You could feel hungry eyes on you, and every man was watching ya and you loved the attention. Your body moved to the music, and you shook ya hips to make sure to grab attention to your thick ass. Your body moved in a sensual manner, slowly and seductively.

You strutted on the pole, your hips shaking and moving to the music, moving your body sensually and seductively, letting men throw mad stacks of ones at you. The men were all over you, they couldn't keep their eyes off of you as they continued throwing fat stacks of dollars at you.

Your eyes scanned the crowd and you looked around as you shook your hips to the music, but that's when your eyes landed on this one specific woman. She was tall, darkskinned, had a big curly afro, and hella tattoos on her arms. She had a nose piercing, and a tongue piercing, and she was eyeing you like she was a predator.

Her eyes were red but you could tell she was high as hell, and her face was sharp and pretty and she wore diamond stud earrings. She was wearing a baggy, red Tupac shirt and baggy dark blue jeans with a pair of icy white AF1s. You didn't know it yet, but she was the Queen of Wakanda- Shuri Udaku.

She raised her brow and bit her lip as she licked it, and her eyes looked hungry as hell as she checked you out. Her hand was wrapped around her whiskey on the rocks cup as she looked at you, and she seemed interested in you. She took another swig of her drink as she looked at you.

She locked eyes with you, and she licked her lip again as she watched you move to the music. This definitely caught her attention, and she was seemingly interested in you. She raised her brow a little, and her eyes never left you.

She put her drink down, sitting up slightly as she watched you with a slight smirk on her lips. You were the only one she seemed to be focused on right now, and her eyes were basically glued to you. She tilted her head as she continued watching you, her body relaxing more.

You kept dancing and your composure, trying not to show any sign of how you were feeling. You were surprised to see the Queen of Wakanda here- and you weren't sure if she liked what she saw or not. You tried to play it cool while you continued your little show with the men surrounding you.

Some of the men handed you a few more dollars, but you couldn't keep your eyes off of her. She seemed to be focused on you, almost like her attention was on you- and you were a bit surprised by that. She seemed more observant than everyone else, her eyes glued to you as she studied you.

You noticed the tattoos on her veiny, tattooed hands- she had beautiful cultural ink on them. You wondered if that was in Xhosa, and you continued to try and focus on your performance.

Some of the men threw some more bills at you, and they continued to hand you tips. You could see everyone watching you and enjoying the show- but she was your main focus right now because she seemed to be the only one watching you with a hungry look.

Shuri tilted her head, watching you with hunger in her eyes. Suddenly, she slid a fat stack of cash to you, along with another two- and that definitely caught your eye. Your eyes went straight to her, and your brows raised at her bold choice.

Shuri bit her lip as she looked up at you, eyes locking and she tilted her head. She smirked and her eyebrow raised as she mouthed, "Keep going mama, don't stop baby." as she eyed you up and down, biting her lip again.

Shuri continued to watch you as she took a slow sip of her drink, not once looking at anyone except you. Her eyes were solely focused on you and she licked her lips slowly while watching you, biting her lip at the same time in the process.

Your dance ended, and you strutted off the pole to head to the locker room. It was empty in the locker room- but you could hear the sound of heels clicking on the floor behind you, and then you heard Shuri's voice right behind you with her sexy, Wakandan accent. She said a nickname in Xhosa that you didn't understand, but she sounded absolutely sexy.

You turned around, and Shuri was standing there, locking eyes with you. Those deep bloodshot eyes looked into your's, and she had that smirk on her face again. Her voice alone sounded sexy, and she eyed you up and down with her arms crossed. "You have quite the crowd out there, Ma." She said.

Shuri raised her brow, smirking slightly. You counted your money and she let out a small chuckle. "I know I didn't, but I wanted to do that- you're welcome, Ma. You deserve it, you were giving a damn good show in there." She said quietly while looking up at you, her eyes trailing down to the money in your hands.

Her eyes trailed down to the money in your hands, and you could see her eyes look at how much you made. Her eyes scanned your face, before she tilted her head and smirked. "Damn, look at you." She said, seeming impressed by how much you had.

Shuri licked her lips as she continued looking at you, her eyes trailing over your body. She seemed to be really focused on you- she was definitely interested in you, it was written all over her face. She bit her lip as she scanned you, her eyes drinking you up.

You smirked and put your money away, crossing your arms and raised a brow at her. She wasn't supposed to be in the back dressing room, but you were gonna mess with her a bit. "Oh, you ain't supposed to be back here, ma'am." You said, teasing her.

Shuri licked her lips when you spoke, and she raised a brow back as she stepped closer to you. "Who said I wasn't?" She asked with a smirk as she walked closer, tilting her head. Her eyes scanned you up and down again, as if examining you.

You smirked at her, crossing your arms as she stepped closer to you. You raised a brow and tilted your head, eyeing her up. "Mm, ain't no one said you weren't supposed to be here, but ain't this the strippers dressing room?" You said, letting your eyes scan her body up and down.

Shuri smirked when you spoke, her brows raising. She smirked and crossed her arms as she raised a brow, licking her lips as she eyed you up and down. Her eyes trailed across your body, and she bit her inner cheek as she got closer to you. "Mm, it is... but you ain't denying me access, are you?

Her eyes were hungry as she looked into yours, her eyes looking your body up and down. She could tell you were a good hoochie mama, and she was liking what she saw from you. Even though you two just met, Shuri was already liking you a lot.

You crossed your arms and smirked, your brow slightly raised as you spoke. "Nah, Baby I ain't denying you nothing." You answered, looking back at her. Your eyes trailed down her body, but you didn't try to hide it- you were checking her out without a care in the world.

Shuri smirked when you responded, loving your answer. She bit her lip, taking note of you looking her up and down as you talked, and she loved how obvious you were doing it. Her eyes trailed across your body a couple times before they went back up to your eyes, her expression hungry and almost predatory.

You smirked, biting your lip as you eyed her. You tilted your head, raising a brow as you made sure to keep your composure. "Baby, you lookin' for an exclusive session?" You asked her, keeping eye contact with her.

Shuri smirked when you spoke up to her, licking her lip while she bit it a bit, and she raised her brow again. She stepped closer to you, a hungry look in her eyes as she seemed to look you up and down again, licking her lips softly. "I just might want one." She said back, her voice quiet and her accent thick.

Shuri smirked, biting her lip as she spoke something in Xhosa, a look of hunger in her eyes while she eyes you up and down. She stepped even closer to you, the smell of her perfume filling your nose a bit.

“Wena pretty kangaka, wandifumana ndizibuza ukuba pussy pretty kakhulu.." She said, her voice so damn sexy with her accent.

( Translated: You so pretty, got me wondering if the pussy pretty too..)

Shuri smirked as the words came out of her mouth, and her eyes were intense as she looked at you, biting her lip. She could tell you probably didn't understand what she just said, but that didn't matter. She wanted you to get the message anyways, and she raised a brow slightly, waiting for your response.

You raised a brow when she spoke to you in Xhosa, and you bit your lip while raising a brow. "Baby, I didn't understand that." You said, crossing your arms. There was a look of confusion in your eyes, and you were trying your hardest to keep yourself composed in front of this beautiful, fine ass woman.

Shuri smirked, biting her lip again as she eyed you with hunger in her eyes. She raised her brow and raised a brow, translating what she said in Xhosa in english. " I said, you so pretty, made me wonder if the pussy pretty too.." She answered, the words leaving her lips smoothly and with her thick accent still.

You bit your lip at her words, your brows lifting slightly as you eyed her up and down. "Baby, do you wanna get a private, bare session so you can take a close look at this coochie?" You asked, still keeping it together in front of her. You were practically challenging her with the way you spoke, teasing her to see if she would take you up on the offer.

Your eyes trailed over her slowly, and you bit your lip as your brows lifted slightly. You glanced down at her body for a moment before going back to her eyes. Your thoughts raced in your head for a moment, and you licked your lip again.

"Usually, I don't let NOBODY get free access to my body. But baby, you so damn fine and you got my coochie all wet... I can't help but let you get a taste of this fat ma." You thought to yourself.

Shuri bit her lip again, this time a bit harder as she eyed you up and down again. She seemed to be loving how bold you were - and she was clearly liking your attitude and the way you carried yourself. She was still eyeing you up and down, her eyes going down to your chest before going back up to your eyes, and she raised a brow. She took a step closer, her eyes locked on yours.

"You offering Mama?" She asked, her eyes narrowing slightly while that smirk remained on her lips.

The thoughts raced through your mind, and you couldn't deny the fact you were pretty damn attracted to this fine ass woman in front of you. Your eyes scanned her quickly, and you bit your lip once again, your eyes never leaving hers. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, you were so damn nervous but excited at the same time.

You bit your lip again, a small smirk on your face. You tilted your head a bit and smirked at her. "Baby, do you want me to give you a private, naked dance right now in the VIP section?" You asked, your eyes never leaving hers. She was still looking at you like a predator eyeing her prey, and your eyes showed your slight nervousness and excitement.

Shuri tilted her head and licked her lips, a smirk on her face as she looked down to your lips before back to your eyes. She smirked, locking eyes with you. She was loving this, and she could tell you were loving it too.

"Yes, I do baby." She answered back, her voice low in your ears. Her eyes never left yours as she bit her lip again.

Shuri bit her lip as she watched your ass as you walked in front of her, her eyes trailing over you as she followed you. She was absolutely enjoying this and the view, and she bit her lip yet again as she followed behind you. You could feel her eyes on you as you lead her to the VIP section, your ass jiggling with every step you took.

Shuri bit her lip as she walked behind you, her eyes locked on you - specifically your ass. She could see it jiggling as you walked and her eyes trailed after it, biting her lip harder because of her intense interest in you. She was biting her lip way more with how much she liked it.

As you walked, you could feel her eyes on your ass and you felt the intensity in her gaze. You knew she was loving this, and she was biting her lip so damn hard she was gonna draw blood.

You lead her to the VIP section, and she was surprised to see how nice it was in there. It was so spacious, and the ceiling was lined with lights and diamonds, making the room have a sexy vibe with it. Her eyes scanned over the diamonds that gleamed around the space, and she bit her lip.

It was so luxurious, something that Shuri was used to seeing because she was from Wakanda. Of course it was luxurious for her to be in the Queen of Wakanda. But you noticed she was very intrigued and impressed by this place, and you had to admit, you were too. The diamonds sparkling in the lights made the room just have a very sexy vibe, and your eyes scanned over the room, admiring it yourself for a moment.

Shuri was so used to being surrounded by luxury from her home- Wakanda- but she couldn't deny how nice the VIP section was. She could see the diamonds and the lights shimmering around the room, making the room look sexy. She bit her lip as her eyes scanned over the space, not once leaving the beautiful view around the room.

Her eyes traveled as she looked around, and she bit her lip yet again as she admired the diamonds. There were diamonds on some of the furniture, which caught her attention. The room was pretty damn nice but it wasn't close to what she was used to. But she couldn't deny how nice this place was, and you were a big part of it.

You gently pushed her into the sofa, and she let out a small chuckle as she sat down- watching you with hungry eyes. As you started to remove your clothes, you saw her eyes trailing over your body, loving every second of it. Her eyes were hungry for you, and she bit her lip as she watched every move you made.

You bent over as you pulled your thong off, giving her that nice view of your ass. She bit her lip hard as she watched, her eyes glancing at you, licking her lips as she watched that pretty sight. She could see how wet fat ma was and that made her almost moan softly, her eyes locked on your body, her eyes trailing across your thighs.

As you bent over and removed your thong, you glanced back at her, and her eyes were locked on you, biting her lip as she had a hungry look in her eyes. She bit her lip so hard it almost hurt to see how wet you were for her. Her eyes were looking at every inch of you, and she let out a soft moan as she looked at your thighs. She was lusting over you, her appetite for you growing by the second.

You took off your top, slowly revealing your pierced breasts to her. Her eyes were locked on your body, and her eyes got bigger as she saw your piercing. You could tell she was loving the view, her eyes looking over your body. You could hear her breath hitch, and she bit her lip hard, letting out a small moan. She wanted you, and she was very attracted to you, when you revealed your pierced tits to her, her eyes were locked on them, biting her lip hard. She could tell she was getting turned on for you, her eyes drinking in the view of you. Your piercing was so sexy, it matched you perfectly, and she couldn't stop staring. She wanted to taste you, she wanted to touch you, and a small moan escaped her lips as she continued to bite her lip hard. Her eyes were hungry for you, and she was loving what she saw- she lusted over your body. She was so damn attracted to you, she felt like she could get lost staring at you.

"Baby, do you like what you see, My Queen?" You asked her in that sexy voice, her eyes focused on your chest. She licked her lip as she watched, biting it a bit as she eyed you. Her face had hunger written all over, and you could see how attracted she was to you. "Do you like how these look, baby?" You asked her, giving your breasts a squeeze and grope for her.

Shuri was loving this, her eyes focused on your chest. You could tell she was loving every second of it, as she got a good view of what you were doing, and when you called her queen it made her bit her lip extra hard. Her eyes were hungry for you, and she wanted you- but she wanted to hear it from you, and see how you would talk to her. She watched you grope and squeeze your tits for her, and that made her eyes go wider with hunger.

Shuri used her kimoyo beads and spoke to her AI, "Griot, activate 'do not disturb' mode, make the walls soundproofs and play Dirty Diana by Michael Jackson." She commanded, her eyes not leaving you once as she watched you dance for her.

Shuri commanded her AI to play Michael Jackson's Dirty Diana, and she had the walls soundproof in the VIP section. The music started playing, and she watched you dance and she bit her lip, her eyes never leaving you.

You got on the pole and opened your legs, letting her see how wet you were for her. Shuri was so entranced by you, as she watched you and bit her lip, her eyes locking on you. She licked her lips, her eyes watching your moves, not wanting to miss a second of it. She loved it, and she had a hungry look in her eyes, her desire for you growing with every second, and her face was filled with lust for you.

That fat ma..

You did tricks on the pole for her, showing off your strength and your skills. You were putting on a damn good show for her, and she was loving every second of it. Shuri watched you, biting her lip and letting out small moans while watching you, loving how sensual your every move was on the pole.

Shuri watched you do tricks on the pole, and she was loving every second of it. You worked it well, and you could see how attracted she was to you. She was loving your sensual moves, and her eyes were hungry on you, her lips biting into her lower lip as she watched. She loved the way you moved your body, your tricks and your tricks were the most impressive things she's seen in a while.

You shook your ass for her, your body moving to the music as you shaked your ass for her. Shuri was loving it, loving this view, her eyes were completely locked onto you. Her eyes were hungry, and she bit her lip, her heart and her mind racing, loving how you move your body.

Shuri was watching you shake your ass for her, her eyes trailing your body, not wanting to miss a thing, and not even blinking for a second. She was loving it, and she could feel her body getting warm, her eyes hungry on your body. She bit her lip, her breath hitching slightly as she watched you, licking her lips softly so she could taste you.

You came up to her, and climbed onto her lap, grinding on her. She opened her legs a little to let you in between them, and you started grinding your pussy on her knee, your body moving to the music. She bit her lip, her chest rising up and down as she watched, her hands gently grabbing onto your hips.

You started to moan and whimper while you grinded against her knee, her hands still on your hips, she bit her lip as she watched you, biting harder the more you whimpered and moved against her. Her eyes were absolutely locked on you, and she licked her lips while watching you.

Shuri's slim hands grabbed your ass as you grinded on her, her fingers pressing into your skin as she grabbed you. Her eyes looked hungry, she couldn't look away from you, she was so entranced by the way you were moving against her. She let out a soft moan, her chest rising and falling as she watched you, her lips were in a slight smirk, and her eyes were intense as she watched you.

Shuri bit her lip as she looked up to you, her eyes dark with hunger as she spoke in Xhosa, "Qhubeka uhamba umntwana, ukugaya loo ass emanzi pussy kum...." Her voice was thick with her accent, and she bit her lip again and took a deep breath as she watched you grind on her.

(Translation: Keep going baby, grind that wet ass pussy on me…)

You continued grinding on her, and in your head you were thinking about how you loved hearing her speak her native tongue to you- even though you had no idea what she said. But since you heard 'pussy', you figured she was probably talking about grinding on her. So you bit your lip and responded to her.

"Baby I ain't really know what you said, but I hear you, Baby. Keep talkin’ to me. Make this coochie wetta’ than the river Baby…"

Shuri bit her lip when she heard your words, her eyes locking onto you while you continued to grind on her. She smirked as she heard you, her eyes watching you do your thing. Your words made her heart race, and her mind was going crazy- she was more turned on now more than she was before. She swallowed hard, her eyes hungry for you, and she bit her lip as she watched you.

Shuri bit her lip as she looked up at you, her eyes dark with desire and hunger. She tapped your thigh, signaling for you to get up, so you did. She pulled off her shirt, revealing her toned body, her stomach looking like that of a goddess, and her small, delicate, pierced and petite nipples, with the panther diamonds standing out on the piercing, and the gold bells. She bit her lip as she looked up at you, her eyes dark and hungry for you.

Her slender body was gorgeous and her toned abs had you staring for a moment, before your eyes went up to her gorgeous pierced, petite, petite little nipples with panther diamonds and the gold bells. Your eyes were wide, and she had a smirk on her face when she saw the look in your eyes, her own eyes hungry for you. She bit her lip as she looked at you and waited for you to do something, her chest rising and falling slightly as she looked up at you.

You bit your lip and licked your lips when she revealed those gorgeous, pierced little titties, with those damn gold bells too. They were pretty and damn sexy, and you couldn't help but stare as you bit your lip. You looked back up to her face after a few seconds and bit your lip, your eyes hungry for her.

"Baby them titties are so damn pretty, I can't stop lookin’ at em, Baby." You said in that sexy ass voice.

You bit your lip as you spoke, giving her compliment to her beautiful titties. Shuri was loving how you were speaking to her, and she bit her lip at your words, her eyes hungry as they watched you. Her cheeks seemed a bit hotter, and her eyes had a dark look to them as you stared at her. Her chest moved quickly as she breathed in, trying to keep herself together.

Shuri bit her lip as she looked at you, her eyes hungry, and she slowly licked her lips when she looked at you. She bit her lip and spoke in her thick voice, her accent thick.

"Baby, sit your pretty self down on that couch mama, and spread those thighs for me, let me eat that fat ma up.." She said slowly.

At her command, you bit your lip and sat down on the couch, before spreading your legs just how she asked. You looked at her, your eyes hungry as they met her gaze, full of desire and lust. She could see you were loving this just as much as she was.

You bit your lip at her command, loving how she was already taking control- and you sat down just like she asked and spread your legs. Your eyes were hungry and full of desire, and you bit your lip at her, waiting for her to come closer and come eat you up. You were so excited and turned on, and you wanted her just as much as she wanted you.

Shuri's eyes darkened with lust as you spread your thick, creamy thighs invitingly. The aroma of your arousal filled Shuri's nostrils, making her head swim with desire. Unable to resist any longer, she leaned in and dragged the flat of her tongue along your glistening clit, savoring the explosion of flavors on her taste buds.

“Mmmm, you taste divine,” Shuri groaned against your flesh, her nimble fingers gripping your hips for leverage as she delved deeper, lapping at your essence like a woman starved. She focused her attentions on your engorged clit, flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of her tongue before suckling it gently, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Oooh yes! Right there baby! Don't stop! ouuu fuck yessss!” You cried out in ecstasy, your back arching off the couch as Shuri's skilled mouth worked magic on your aching pussy. Your fingers tangled in Shuri's short curls, holding her in place as you ground your hips against her face wantonly.

Emboldened by your wanton cries and the desperate grip of your fingers in Shuri's hair, the Wakandan princess redoubled her efforts. She sealed her lips around your throbbing clit, sucking hard as she thrust two fingers knuckle-deep into your sopping cunt, curling them to stroke that special spot inside that made your toes curl.

“That's it, baby, let go,” Shuri growled against your flesh, the vibrations adding to your pleasure. “Come on Intombazana entle. Drench my face with your sweet juices. I want to taste your release on my tongue.”

She pumped her fingers faster, scissoring them to stretch you wider as she flicked her tongue rapidly over your clit, determined to push you over the edge into blissful oblivion.

"FUCKKK YESSS!! OUUU SHIT OUU FUCK!!! I'M CUMMMINNG!!!" You screamed in pure ecstasy, your pussy convulsing and gushing around Shuri's pumping fingers as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over you.

Shuri moaned in delight as your essence flooded her mouth, the sweet nectar coating her tongue and dripping down her chin. She lapped at your spasming folds greedily, prolonging your climax as long as possible, relishing each twitch and shudder of your powerful body above her. As the last waves of your orgasm subsided, Shuri gentled her touch, slowly withdrawing her fingers and placing soft kisses along your inner thighs.

Mmmm, that was exquisite, she purred, crawling up your body to capture your lips in a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself on her tongue. “Such a good girl you are, Umntwana oyintombazana. Watching you come undone like that like the nasty whore you are... it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”

Shuri peppered your face with tender kisses, her hands caressing your sides and breasts almost reverently.

You returned Shuri's passionate kiss with equal fervor, moaning softly as you tasted yourself on her lips. You bit your lip at her, looking her up and down as your eyes showed how hungry you were. "Baby, I need you, I am in need to be fucked by you, Panther. I haven't been touched in so long, and you know what to do." You said in that sexy ass voice, looking at her. You wanted her, needed her even, and your voice reflected that.

Your voice was raspy and husky, the sound of your voice making Shuri swallow hard. Her eyes were looking you up and down, and when she heard the words you said, she bit her lip hard. Your words reflected how much you wanted her, and Shuri was loving how vocal you were, and she bit her lip more, loving your thick, sexy accent. You could see the hunger in her eyes, wanting you so badly that it hurt.

Shuri grinned wickedly as she revealed her impressive vibranium strap, the sleek purple material glinting under the lights of the lab. She gave the thick shaft a few slow pumps, smearing the generous amount of lube she'd already applied along its length. The toy was designed to perfectly mimic the shape and size of her own impressive endowment, allowing her to bring her lovers to new heights of pleasure.

“Like what you see, Mama?” she teased, rubbing the broad head teasingly along your slick folds, coating it in your copious arousal. “This beauty is going to fill you up so good, stretch you wide open on my cock. I'm going to pound this tight pretty pussy until you're screaming my name, until the whole compound knows who this perfect cunt belongs to.”

Her vibranium strap was glowing, and so were her eyes as she watched your reaction to her. The 10 inch strap was very real, and you couldn't even find the words to say at first because you were in awe of how beautiful she looked in front of you. You looked at her, drinking her in, loving the sight of her and that pretty vibranium. Shuri seemed excited and hungry, lusting after fat ma, biting her lip as she looked at you.

Shuri smirked down at you, and her voice was low and husky as she spoke, her voice getting thicker with more of her accent. "Baby, turn that pretty ass over and arch that back for mama on the couch, go on, my beautiful girl, give me a nice view of that fat beautiful ass from the back, lemme see fat ma from the back." She bit her lip hard, letting out a soft moan, loving just how inappropriate her words were.

You bit your lip at her words, and you got in position for her, shaking your pretty ass for her as you arched your back on the couch. You could see Shuri bite her lip once again, a low moan escaping her as she looked at you and licked her lips, loving how you obeyed her like that, your body doing exactly what she wanted.

Shuri smirked when you got in position for her and bit her lip as she spanked your pretty ass, your cheeks smacking together softly at her hand. Shuri bit her lip as she watched you, her eyes hungry for you, and she bit her lip hard, watching you. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed, loving how you bit your lip, loving how you did what she asked, and she was loving everything about you.

"Good girl. So beautiful. Look at how pretty you are, Mama." She said softly.

With a feral snarl, Shuri slammed her hips forward, burying the entire length of her vibranium strap deep within your welcoming depths. The thick, rigid toy stretched your walls to their limits, the bulbous head grinding against your cervix with every brutal thrust.

“Oh sana, you take my cock so well pretty girl,” Shuri groaned, her pace relentless as she pistoned in and out of your clutching heat. The wet slap of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by your high-pitched moans and gasps of pleasure. “You're meant to be mine, wrapped around my dick, taking everything I give you. Say it, Baby - tell me who owns this greedy cunt! lemme know who’s slutting you out like the needy fucking whore you are!!!”

You clenched your muscles around the thick strap as it pounded into you, your juices flowing freely while you felt every inch of it. Your moans grew louder, more wanton, surrendering yourself fully to Shuri's dominant thrusts. "Yours, ouuu yes!, yours! Fuck, I'm yours, Panther! Only yours! Shuri Udaku is slutting me out like the needy whore I am!!"

You wrapped your legs tighter around her waist, using the leverage to meet her strokes, your body undulating with each plunge of her cock. Your long acrylics dug into her shoulders, marking her skin as you held on for dear life, completely consumed by the raw, primal pleasure of being taken so thoroughly.

The possessive declaration sent a thrill of triumph through Shuri, spurring her on as she drove her strap deeper, harder, into your willing pussy. The tight, velvet heat enveloping her toy was pure bliss, and she reveled in the feeling of complete control, of owning such a responsive, pleasured lover.

That's right baby, Shuri growled, her hips snapping forward with increased force. “Every inch of this perfect pussy belongs to me now. I'm going to fuck you senseless, make you scream my name until you can't remember anything else.”

Her words were punctuated by the sound of skin slapping against skin, the lewd squelch of your arousal filling the air as Shuri relentlessly claimed her you, lost in the intoxicating rush of dominance and desire.

Fat ma getting pounded so roughly.. but so good that you can’t even complain…

You tried to put your hand in the way, trying to block her, but she wasn't having it. You could see the hunger in her eyes, and you could tell Shuri wasn't going to let you get away with it. She smacked your hand away, and she held your hands behind your back so you had no choice but to take it.

Shuri's grip on your wrists tightened, pinning them firmly behind her back as she continued her merciless assault on her lover's pussy. The added restraint only served to heighten the intensity, allowing Shuri to focus solely on the sensation of her strap plunging in and out of your clenching heat.

“Come on Umntwana omhle take it for me baby, be a good girl… you’re doing so good..” Shuri panted, her voice a husky challenge as she ground her hips, ensuring the full length of her toy remained buried within your depths. “Please Umntwana oyintombazana, be a good girl and take this dick...F-Fuck you’re so wet..”

With renewed vigor, Shuri picked up speed, her powerful thighs driving her into you with punishing force. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, a lewd symphony of pleasure and submission as Shuri claimed you with unrelenting passion.

Your eyes rolled back, your tongue lolling out of your mouth feeling like you were losing your mind from the intense pleasure. You was so close, teetering on the edge of an explosive orgasm, but Shuri's relentless pounding kept you from falling over.

“Please, Shuri, please... I'm gon’- Ahh fuck! you cried out, your voice breaking as the pressure inside you built to a fever pitch. “Just a lil’ mo’, just a lil’ mo’ and I'm gon’-“

Suddenly, Shuri's thrusts became erratic, her hips jerking wildly as she buried herself to the hilt one final time. With a guttural roar, she came undone, her strap pulsing and throbbing as it emptied its load deep within me.

Shuri's roar of release mingled with your cries of ecstasy as the princess's climax crashed over her, her entire being focused on the incredible sensation of her seed filling your spasming depths. The tight, rippling walls of your pussy milked her strap for every last drop, drawing out her orgasm until she was left trembling and spent.

Fuck, yes... Take it all Mama, Shuri panted, her voice ragged with satisfaction as she slowly gentled her movements, allowing her strap to slide free of your well-used hole. “You look so beautiful like this, so full of my cum... Knowing I marked you inside and out..”

With a final, tender kiss pressed to your lips, Shuri carefully released her wrists, letting them fall limply to her sides.

As you laid there, feeling the warmth of Shuri's seed seeping out of your pussy, you looked up at her with a dazed, sated expression. Your chest heaved with each breath, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your shared passionate encounter.

Fat ma, was definitely smiling, but she still wanted mo’ attention… I wonder if she can give fat ma a lil mo’ attention. Make her smile even more..

You bit your lip as you looked up to her, your chest raising and falling as you watched her, and you licked your lips as you spoke. You were out of breath. "Baby, can fat ma have some more attention from you?" You asked her as you bit your lip, looking up at her with hungry eyes.

A low chuckle rumbled in Shuri's chest at your eager request, her gaze darkening with renewed lust as she took in the sight of her your flushed face and heavy-lidded eyes.”Mmm, always so hungry for my mouth, aren't you, baby?”

With a playful smirk, Shuri guided you onto her face, positioning her dripping pussy above Shuri's mouth. She ran her tongue along your clit, savoring the sweet taste of your arousal before focusing on your clit, swirling and flicking the sensitive bud with expert precision.

“Let me take care of you, Mama,” Shuri murmured against your flesh, her hot breath sending shivers through you. Gon’ eat this pretty pussy until you're screaming my name again. You ready for another round, Mama?

You nodded eagerly, your hands finding purchase in Shuri's hair as you pulled her closer, grinding your soaked coochie against her eager mouth. "Ouuu fuck yessss, Panther! Eat that pussy, baby! Make fat ma cum on yo’ face!"

You rocked your hips in time with Shuri's licks and sucks, your moans growing louder and more desperate as the pleasure mounted once more. Your thighs trembled around Shuri's head, your inner walls fluttering with anticipation of the impending climax. "Gonna...gonna...ouuuu fuck!"

Emboldened by your impassioned pleas, Shuri redoubled her efforts, her tongue delving deeper into your clenching channel as she sucked hard on your clit. The princess's fingers dug into your plush ass cheeks, holding her steady as she devoured your pussy with unrestrained hunger.

“That's it, Mama, ride my face,” Shuri groaned against your flesh, her own arousal building at the thought of tasting your essence once more. “Cum for me, Mama, drench my chin with your juices Baby!”

Your desperate cries reached a fever pitch as Shuri's relentless oral onslaught pushed you over the edge. With a hoarse shout, you came undone, your pussy convulsing in waves of pleasure while flooded Shuri's mouth with your release.

You screamed in ecstasy as the orgasm ripped through you, your juices gushing out to coat Shuri's chin and throat. You rode out the waves of pleasure, your body shaking uncontrollably, grinding yourself against Shuri's face, milking every last drop of bliss from your quivering pussy.

"Ah, ah, ahhhh...fuckkkk, Panther! Yesssss, drink it all up, baby! So good, so fuckin’ good!" You gasped between ragged breaths, finally slowing your frantic movements as the aftershocks subsided. You collapsed back against the couch, panting heavily, your pussy still twitching with residual pleasure.

"Mmmm, you did so good, eatin’ me out like that baby," You praised, running your fingers through Shuri's hair affectionately. "Fat ma found her new best friend."

Shuri lifted her head, a satisfied grin spreading across her face as she gazed up at you with adoring eyes. Her chin and cheeks sparkled with the remnants of your release, a testament to her devotion and skill in pleasuring you.

“You taste even sweeter the second time around,” Shuri purred, her voice thick with desire as she licked her lips clean. “I could feast on this pussy all day, every day Mama. Just give me a call and I’m on my way baby..”

Crawling up your body, Shuri captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, pouring all her love and longing into the embrace. As you two kissed, Shuri's hands roamed over your curves, mapping every inch of your soft skin with reverent touches.

I love you, Mama, Shuri whispered against her lips, her heart swelling with emotion.

You bit your lip when you looked at the woman who was making your heart pound. Shuri had you feeling things you had never felt before. It was wild, because normally you would block someone's number after the first night, leaving them high and dry, but this sexy, beautiful woman... you had to stay in contact with her. You had to see her again.

“Damn, normally I block niggas number after a night to never speak to them again, but her fine ass had I coming back for more.. I MUST stay in contact with this fine ass cuz’ WHEWW.. she can eat… like… I’m talkin’ bout.. STARVING STARVING…” You said in your head.

You returned the kiss with equal fervor, your arms wrapping tightly around Shuri holding her close. You melted into her embrace, feeling safe and cherished in her strong arms.

"I love you too, Shuri," You breathed, nuzzling your nose against hers. "More than words can say. You make fat ma feel so special, so desired."

Mhm.. pound town at its finest..

Shuri smiled softly, her thumb stroking gentle circles on your cheek as your foreheads touched. “You deserve all the love and adoration in the world, Intombazana emnandi. Your beauty, both inside and out, captivates me completely.”

You smiled softly when she praised you. Shuri took notice, and it warmed her heart to see you smile like that. She let out a soft chuckle and smiled back at you, her eyes soft with love and adoration.

The End. Yo ass fell for them temptations with yo HORNY ASS 🤣.

But anyway, hope y’all enjoyed!

And I MIGHT/MAYBE, just make a pt 2. If not, I did say maybe so don’t get ya hopes up 🌚.

-Zaii.

Ps:Finna start working on riri fanfics.

[wtf-tfw]

CoCo Chanel? my fat ass thought you said cocoa caramel!!! PASS THE LASAGNE YOU GARFIELD LOOKIN BITCH! NOBODY CARES BOUT YUR "LUXURY" HANDBAG YOU STOLE FROM A CASINO!!!! idiot....

[harrysarchive]

always come back to you: h.s.

summary: "what ya lookin at then, huh?" she quirked an eyebrow.

"m' pretty girl." i reply and she smiles.

"you finally came back to me." she sighed happily with eyes full of love.

"always come back to ya, you know that."

or

harry finally comes back to her.

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘'𝐒

𝐏𝐎𝐕

⊱ ━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━ ⊰

"thank you and g'night." i murmur to the uber driver as i pull my suitcase for the boot.

the light breeze makes me shiver, a smile lightly covers my face at the house in front of me. after months of being apart (precisely three) i'm finally back to her. i trot over to the door along with the rolling suit case before looking at the time on my phone the picture of her kissing my cheek illuminated the dark and made my smile grow larger. 6:38 a.m. read the time, i sigh knowing she was asleep and a heavy sleeper at that. shrugging my shoulders i pull out the key to her place she gave me years prior, and quickly unlock the door and stepping into the humble abode. the house carried a vanilla and caramel scent, quickly setting my tense shoulders at easy. my train of thoughts get interrupted when i feel furry run across my legs.

"alpine! c'mere lovie!" i smile bending over and pick up the white feline. "hi lovie, missed ya lots." i run my hand through her hair and she nudges my hand with her head letting out a purr.

"ya mum's asleep, huh?" i tsk her softly.

pulling the luggage into the living room i leave it there shrugging, i'll bring it to the room later. i jog upstairs and happily walk to our bedroom door, putting my ear to it making sure she was asleep. once i get confirmation with a light, cute snore i turn the knob slowly and push my way into the room. i see my girl sleeping with a pillow in arms and her mouth slightly ajar. her nose twitches and she murmured something incoherent as i walk closer to her, my cheeks start quivering from the amount of smiling i'm doing. quietly tip-toeing over to the side of the bed that's vacant i climb in wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her to me. she huffs and stirs awake in my arms.

"hello?" she ask groggily and i smile pressing a kiss against her cheek.

"missed ya baby." i hum, digging my nose into her neck.

"har!" she exclaimed shooting up from my arms and plopping herself on top of me, pressing kisses all over my face, "i missed you so much stinker!"

i dig my fingers into her sides and her beautiful giggles fill the air.

"stop! har stop!" she laughed pushing my hands away.

i stop and grab her beautiful face with my hands and pull her to my lips, she smiles against the kiss before kissing back lightly biting my lip causing me to groan, she pulls away with a giggle and falls onto the bed breathless, a smile wide on her face. i lay back with her wrapping an arm around her shoulder as she wraps an arm around my waist, entangling our legs together. i bring my eyes to view her face, her brown eyes gleamed with joy and her cute button nose scrunched when she noticed me staring.

"stop looking at me like that you fuck ass." she said as i moved a curl from her eye i bark out a laugh before thumping her forehead.

"watch how ya speak to me woman!" i tease.

"whatchu lookin at then huh?" she asked quirking an eyebrow.

"m' pretty girl." i reply and she smiles.

"you finally came back to me." she sighed happily with eyes full of love.

"always come back to ya, you know that."

"i love you edward." she teased and i huff rolling my eyes.

"i love you y/m/n." i smirk placing kisses all over her face.

a/n : well hello i use to write on wattpad a looooonnnngggggg time ago but i thought i'd give tumblr a try bc i got so damn addicted to this app :p! happy readings!!😚

-all the love,

em

xo🤍

[idesofrevolution]

Speed Dating

Wonderland was bumpin. It wasn’t the first time that Russell had gone, but it certainly was the most packed he’d seen it in a long time. The twink was making his usual rounds, looking for his target. It was always the same idea: scan the room, most of the time there will be some big lonely bear at the bar with a wallet as fat as his belly, and in his mind, the money was better off with someone who knew how to spend it. To Russell, it was a means to an end. To get money, you have to get money, and this was the quickest and easiest way. He was callous, vain, self centered... but above all he was a user.

From his little perch in the corner, he browsed like he was selecting a piece of meat at the grocery store. There was the big tubbster at the end of the bar, surely at least drinks for the night. Grinding on the dancefloor were two muscle daddies that surely would be down for a threesome, for a price. Or better yet, the pencil pushing husband who's trying to hide his wedding ring: all good options this evening. Just as he was preparing himself to go schmooze the poor schmuck fingering his golden ring, something caught Russell's attention that he wasn't quite expecting.

Across the room in a perch of his own sat a sexy young stud flashing him "the look." He'd known that look for quite some time now, he used it nearly every night: it meant let's fuck. Quite the dilemma for Russell: spend the evening swallowing his pride and some sad loser's seed, but a few hundred richer after the atm; or he could get his ass plowed by this delicious caramel snack. Peering back at the bar, he pondered his decision, but while completely engulfed in his own plotting, he didn't notice that the guy had started to make his way through the crowd toward him. Before he could even stand up to make his decision, he turned his head once more to find himself face to face with the stud.

He was tall, tan and handsome- at least 6'8 with a lean, built musculature underneath his white tank top and shiny black track pants. He flashed a half smile, his perfect teeth sparkled behind plump, voluptuous lips. Russell couldn't help but immediately notice the diamond studs, the massive, fresh AF1's, the thick gold cuban link bracelet... the guy was loaded. Perfect. Finally, a night where work and pleasure could finally coexist. He smiled with flirtatious intent, knowing all too well he was going to milk this stud for all he was worth- literally and figuratively.

"What's goin on, blondie?" Russell repressed a moan at the stud's velvety voice, smooth as butter.

"My name's Russell, not blondie." He was gonna try the bratty game. Suave, casanova types always love the chase, the battle. They wanna feel like they've won their prize, when in reality it's just a carrot on a stick. The hunk smirked and huffed a laugh, and extended his hand.

"Name's Jordan. Good to meet ya." Russell grasped the tattooed hand, his sweaty yet silky palms made a shiver run down his spine. His entire body glistened and sparkled with beadlets of sweat in the flashing lights. He had to admit, this guy was mesmerizing for sure, but repeating over and over in his head were the words: eyes on the prize.

"Sure thing, Jordan. What brings you here tonight? You new or something, I haven't seen you around." He flashed another heart melting coy smile, tossing his strong inked arm behind his head.

"Yeah. New in town for sure. Lookin' for a guy to show me around the place. You free?" Smooth play. This guy knew how to play the game, and it was clear he'd played many many times before. His eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed, leaning in ever so slightly just so Russell could catch a whiff of his cologne and musk. For the first time in as long as he could recall, Russell was flustered. This guy was hot, and deep down he did want him. Looking down, though, he saw two things: one, a massively growing bulge in the front of his pants, and two, the gold wallet chain around the belt loop. Bingo. Target acquired.

"Sure, babe. I know a few places. I'd... love to get to know you and give you a proper welcome." He smirked mischeviously as he put his hand on Jordan's torso, feeling the washboard abs beneath the sweat imbued fabric. Moving forward once more, the stud's meaty bulge sat throbbing on the twink's lap.

"Know anywhere quiet where we can... get acquainted?" He leaned in, placing his hand on the wall behind the reluctantly salivating twink. The heat from his pits smacked Russell's face and graced him with the salty sweet scent of masculinity. Smiling, he took Jordan's hand and lead him to the stairs behind the bar.

The revelry of the club became quieter and farther as they ascended to the second floor, typically only frequented by ecstasy rollers and wallflowers. Though, he knew all too well that the employee bathroom was likely unoccupied at this time of night, as the swamped bartenders were too busy flipping bottles in the air to take a break. He swung the bathroom door open, and the two entered with only a few quiet bystanders even noticing.

The bathroom was cramped, and only one lightbulb shone any illumination- but this was by design. Hard to keep track of your wallet when you can't see. Russell spun around, flashing the same "fuck me" expression that had started this entire thing. Jordan's eyes were nearly carnal, as he eyed the twink like a lion watching a gazelle. Slowly, the stud sauntered over, placing his hand on Russell's. Like a character from a bargain bin romance novel, Russell brought it to his lips, kissing the inked hand gently before suckling on his finger. The black nail polish that adorned his hands signaled to him that the stud versatile and probably a little freaky, at least in his wide experience. Whether it was true or not, he prepared himself for a wild ride, before things took yet another an unexpected turn.

"You're a beautiful guy, you know that?" Jordan's big brown eyes bore holes into Russel's heart, chipping away at the frigid and callous wall he'd built until the slightest hint of guilt crept in. A tender caress of his cheek broke the facade as Russell let out a slight gasp, a momentary lapse of control. That smooth lopsided grin crept once again on Jordan's face, twinged with subtle naughtiness. "My man is gonna love you."

"Your man?" Russell gasped out between labored breaths, the plan slowly fading away despite his best efforts. In the deepest recesses of his mind, he knew that somewhere within him he should be alarmed at the introduction of an unknown third party. Yet, as Jordan grasped his chin between his fingers, the minty freshness of his warm wet breath tickling his face, he had all but surrendered to the sheer power of this sex god's testosterone-laden aura.

"Yeah, my man. I'll let him introduce himself." Jordan stepped backward into the light, the tepid glow of the single lightbulb casting shadows against the dirty wall. Though the distant bump of the bass from downstairs was still present, another sound began to rise in the small confines of the room. Wet, sloshing, yet elastic... almost rubbery, and it was growing in volume. From within Jordan’s slender frame he could ever so slightly see a form from underneath the skin seem to pull itself out of his back. Then, erupting from his arching and bulging back was the head of another man. A loud schlorp, and the man was fully out, and Jordan wavered in his stance, clearly dazed.

The hulking man had ebony black skin, veins bulging out of every muscle. Easily the same height as Jordan, but thrice the girth. He crossed his arms, drops of sweat dripping from his body, and looked over the shivering twink. Russell stood in a haze, completely unperturbed by the fantastic sight he’d just witnessed. The man’s booming voice commanded attention as he spoke.

“Looks like the musk worked.” He snapped his massive, meaty fingers in front of Russells confused face, not even a blink solicited. Entranced was the correct term, and entirely so by the emanating musk of the hulking man. Jordan came to, slowly rising to his feet, dusting himself off.

“That’s right, babe. Fuck I love it when you’re inside, the musk works every time! What do you think? Cute ain’t he?” The man grabbed and prodded Russell, who could only nod blankly. The Hunter now the prey. Pleased with the recon work, he turned to his lover, planting a passionate kiss on his supple lips.

“Gonna be a tight squeeze, Jay. But you were too, I always make some room.” He knew all too well, recalling the timid, sad mouth breather he once was before Frank entered him. He made him cocky, suave, sexy in every way, but he wanted more. He wanted a man, but not just any man. He wanted Frank in a new, young body, where the two sexy hunks could be together. No more judgemental looks from the jerks at the clubs, judging the aging daddy paired with the virile young hunk.

Jordan smirked wryly and walked over to Russell, spinning him around. He loved watching his man enter a new body, and this one was gonna be his home forever. He’d watched for months as this little shit stole thousands off of poor schmucks who didn’t know any better, or worse, were truly enamoured with his big blue eyes and coiffured blonde hair. He was a predator, but he’d finally met the top of the food chain.

“There you go, papi. Enjoy.” The man rubbed his slick hands together, and winking at his lover, Frank thrust his hands into the twinks back, a loud “Schluck” echoing in the room. The hulk had done this numerous times before, and this one wasn’t particularly challenging, just tight. As he wriggled his arms into place, Russells arms bulged out with massive, thick muscle, while Franks large hands slipped his on like tight gloves.

Creaking and squishing, sloshing and stretching, Russells body warped to accommodate the new mass. Plunging his legs into the back of his calves, huge quads and hamstrings inflated out like balloons engorged with water. Pulling him on like a pair of pants, Frank thrust his feet downward into place, his two gigantic and sweaty size 17 feet slapping against the tile floor, shredding the Gucci loafers to bits in an instant. The seams of his pants began to buckle and burst as they grew, before they themselves were shredded at the sheer pressure of their now 6’8 owner.

Thrusting his groin into the Russell’s perky ass, Frank could feel his huge cock slide into the sheath of the twinks smaller dick. A few more thrusts forward, grunting loudly at every wet slap, and it slurped itself into the tight cavity, while the skin closed behind his muscular bubble butt. Jordan groped his leaking bulge, eager to see the final results of his scouting expedition, and even more eager to finally “meet” his new man.

Frank had all but completely entered Russell, stroking his new, musky uncut cock with one hand, and gently placing the other on Russells forehead. Slowly, carefully, he pressed back against the former twinks head as it finally gave way. His head engulfed Franks in an instant, gargling and cracking into place. The boyish good looks melted away, as his jawline slimmed, stubble beginning poking out of its perfectly smooth skin. His nose cracked and flattened, and his eyebrows sank low and heavy. His coiffed hair tussled and became a sweaty, messy mop atop his head. One final deep crack, and he was done. Streams of cum shot out of his cock, showering Jordan in enough spunk for two grown men.

“Ah, fuck. That’s right.” Frank’s deep silky smooth voice poured out of his new plump lips with a swagger this body had never had before. He opened his eyes, one piercing blue, and the other a deep brown. He smirked at his boy, who had burst a load of his own in his jockstrap. Turning to the mirror, he examined his new self, smugly handsome with an inordinate amount of confidence. Pulling out his phone, he snapped a pic, labeling it “Day one.”

“Damn Frankie, you look good.” Jordan drooled as he copped a feel of the firm ass that was all his to fuck and eat, and got a nice faceful of that insatiating, virile musk that now poured unconfined from his hairy pits and ripe feet.

“You know it, baby.” Turning to kiss him, the two enjoyed their time together for the next hour or so. Russell was right, Jordan was a versatile freak, sucking toes, slurping ass, power bottoming, and cumeating.

Three hours after the two had entered the bathroom, the door finally swung open, the heavy scent of sex and musk poured out, while the Jordan and his new man Frankie exited the bathroom. The wallflowers stared confused, as this was not the little shit stirrer that they saw walk in. This guy was huge, built, tattooed… He was dressed in a tight black shirt, baggy grey joggers and big white AF1s, not the Gucci and Balmain that had entered. As the two left arm in arm out the door, all that was left in the bathroom were puddles of cum, and the shreds of some designer clothes. The bar had a noticeable lapse in pickpocketing, to everyone’s pleasure, and instead gained two new studly trainers who loved to have a good time.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

An Officer and a Gentleman

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; oral, anal, cheating (sort of), name-calling.

This is dark!(silverfox)Lee Bodecker x (married)reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your after hours work gets in the way of your day job.

Note: I had the first half sitting around and finished it so here ya go. It takes place in the 70s so Lee is older and it was inspired by an article I read about the creation phone sex lines by a housewife in the 70s (which now of course I can’t flippin find). But anyway, here you go.

Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

The sheriff sat down in his usual spot as you wiped your hands on the rag tucked into your apron. He set his hat on the table and tidied his greying hair. Even at his age, his locks were thick and looked soft. Strands of brown lined the shining silver and shone under the diner lights.

He came in at the same time every day, only an hour into your shift. You approached and flipped the cup on its saucer before you filled it. He took only sugar, no cream 

or milk. You smiled as you watched him read over the menu, he never ordered anything but the waffles.

“Good morning, sheriff,” you said as you held the carafe aloft. “Lookin’ to try something new?”

“‘Dols Leck’?” Lee Bodecker mispronounced the French words, “What’s that?”

“Dolce Leche,” you corrected, “It’s caramel.”

“Hmm.” He rubbed his ruddy cheek and reached for his mug. He drank and held out the menu. “Waffles with strawberry.”

“Extra cream,” you finished for him. He nodded and had another gulp as you walked away.

You put in his ticket after you replaced the coffee pot on the burner. You checked on the few other customers along the counter and wiped down the empty tables. The bell rang and you went to grab the sheriff’s breakfast from the window. You set the plate down before him as he folded the newspaper and replaced it in the little holder at the end of the table.

“How’s Eugene?” He asked as he unwrapped his cutlery. “And the boy?”

“Gene’s still on nights.” You lamented and subconsciously touched your stomach. “Little Ezra’s almost a year now.”

Your boy was buxom and buoyant. You smiled as you thought of his round cheeks and warm brown eyes. You only wished his father was around more to take him off your hip as you cooked and cleaned in your spare hours after work. Eugene was asleep as much as he was at the factory. You saw each other in passing as you scraped for ends meet.

Ezra was with Eugene’s mother during the day. You’d pick him up and take him home to wait for your husband to wake. If you were lucky, you got a kiss before he grabbed his lunch pail and headed out for his twelve hours. You hadn’t gotten more than that since before Ezra came. Neither of you had the time or energy, though the want was there.

“And you sheriff? How are you doing these days?” You asked before you could get lost in your self-pity.

“Ah, you know. The same old. Patrol’s ain’t too exciting.” He cut into the stack and licked his lips. He was a man with a sweet tooth, a substitute for his former alcoholic habit.

“Well, you enjoy, sheriff, you know how to get my attention.” You left him and did a round of refills for those eating and greeted the new arrivals.

Lee was always alone when he came in. He never brought any of his cadets or officers, he just sat, read the newspaper, and ate his waffles. He wasn’t married and had no children. Nearly fifty years on his back but he seemed content on his own. You almost envied him as you struggled with your small family.

🚔

You laid Ezra down carefully in his crib. He was getting big. You tickled his forehead and watched him for a moment before you left the room. It was late. Eugene was gone and the phone would ring soon. You had to prepare yourself for your night time duties.

It started small. An idea found in the pages of one of those feminist magazines, the very ones your husband called good kindling. A woman lost her job, still hard-fought for the domestic sex, and found herself in a similar way as yourself. Money was always needed and harder to come about. So she started her own service for the lonely men. A phone line with illicit intentions.

You read about it in the late stages of your pregnancy and laughed at the idea. It was so stupid. So scandalous. But once you were back to work and Eugene was on the late shift, you grew lonely and your checkbook was harder to open.

You hand wrote the little cards after a visit to the phone company. Eugene didn’t know about the second line. The number redirected to your main line and was active for only three hours a night, after your husband was gone. It was registered as a commercial line so each incoming call was billed to the dialer and a percentage was refunded on your own invoice.

You left the number around town, certain not to be seen as you dropped the cards in the car shop and the bar. At least, you hoped you hadn’t been seen.

The first night had you addled and sleepless until your shift began at the diner. It was hard to keep up the sultry voice and the lies. Difficult to act like the whole thing didn’t make you cringe. The men called and said their dirty words as you encouraged them with moans and little prods. “Oh yes, baby.” or “Tell me more.” It felt like you were cheating on your husband but it kept his plate full and the house warm.

The phone didn’t ring right away that night. Later in the week, you got more calls but one or two was better than none. The real profit was keeping them on the line as long as you could, but there were times you had to end abruptly to see to your wailing child.

You were half-asleep when the first call came in. You fumbled with the receiver and batted away your fatigue with your lashes. You held in a yawn and your sleepiness added to the allure of your put-on voice.

“Hello, mister, what are you longing for tonight?” You laid back on your pillow and played with the spiral cord.

“Well, I…” You blinked and held the phone against your ear. He sounded familiar, as many of the men did, but his timbre made your ears prick sharply. “I don’t know. I never did nothing like this before.”

You squinted and thought. You knew him but you couldn’t place the twinge in your head.

“I can start for you, darling,” you offered. “Mmm, tell you what I would do to you?”

He cleared his throat and you heard movement. He was nervous. So many of the men sounded the same. Most of them were afraid of being caught by their wives or uncertain about their desires. At first, you had the same fears but had since grown indifferent. It was human nature, as natural as one’s instinct to quench their thirst for water.

“How do you like it, darling? You like it when a lady bends over? I like it like that. Or maybe you want to start with me on my back.”

He groaned and you heard the receiver scratch. He let out a strained breath and moved the phone to his other hand.

“I want to use your mouth.” He said at last. His voice was low and gristly. “I want to push your head down in my lap as I choke you with my cock.”

You stared at the ceiling as you reclined and hummed. “Oh yeah.”

“Shut up.” He snarled. “I don’t want to hear your voice, I just want your mouth on me until you can’t fucking breathe. I want to hear you struggle. I was your tears streaming down your face and salting the taste of me on my tongue. I want to hold you down and cum until it’s deep in your belly.”

You parted your lips and raised your brows. You were still focused on trying to recognize the voice. His tone made you quiver. He was more forceful than most men. A lot of them just talked about sucking on your tits or went straight to fucking.

“I’d love that, darling.” You lied and bent one leg over the other as you swayed your foot.

“I said shut up!” He hissed. “I want to hold you down with my hands around your neck. I want to fuck you until your screaming. I’ll fuck you until you bleed. Until you beg for me to cum again.”

His breath was furious and you heard something else. The phone was moving against his chin as he moaned and you were certain you could hear his hand somewhere else; lower. It set your cheeks on fire and you sat up. His voice, his breath, the sheer anger and lust laced in his rasps. Your throat tightened as if he was truly choking you.

“But I want to cum in your ass. I want to make it hurt. I want you to cry as I tear you apart from the inside.” He growled and coughed as his voice fizzled out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He stroked himself furiously and the receiver dropped with a thump and you flinched. “Fucking bitch, yeah, you want my cock deep in your ass. Fucking whore.”

Your fingers hurt as you gripped the phone tightly and listened. His curses streamed steadily until the line clicked and died suddenly. You lowered the receiver and stairs at the little whole clustered together on the mouthpiece. You set it in the cradle and turned to sit on the edge of the bed.

It was unlike any call you’d had. It was terrifying and made your blood curdle. You felt as if it had actually happened as your chest was heavy and your heart raced. You blew out a shaky breath and reached to silence the ringer. 

That was enough for the night.

🚔

The next day at the diner, you couldn’t stop yawning. You hadn’t slept much as the call replayed in your head over and over. The man’s voice was so clear in your mind and every time you started to drift off, he spoke in your ear. You dragged the rag over the top of the counter as Amelia spoke with the elderly couple in that corner.

The door chimed and you looked up. Sheriff Bodecker took off his hat as he entered and nodded at you. With the coffee pot in hand, you went to his table, already set for his arrival. You wished him a good morning and filled his cup. His voice was thick as he muttered his response and picked up the menu. He looked as tired as you felt.

“Strawberry, sheriff?” You prompted.

“Hmm,” he scratched his chin, stubbly from a missed shave. “This Dolsay Leckay. I’ll try that today.” He held out his menu. “I’m trying new things this week.”

You took the menu stiffly and nodded. “Waffles with dolce leche sauce. Right away, sheriff.” 

You turned and walked off to write out his ticket. You returned the coffee pot to its place and set down the menu as you took out your pad and pen. Your hand shook as you scribbled out the order. You stuck it in the window and leaned on the counter.

It couldn’t be him. You were crazy. You didn’t get enough sleep and you were wanting to hear that voice everywhere. Your reassurances were weak and only made you shiver as you righted yourself and continued wiping down the tables.

You angled yourself to look at the sheriff as he squinted down at the newspaper. He stuck his tongue out as he read to poke his top lip and tilted his head coyly. He cleared his throat and coughed as his order rang in the window. 

You went to grab the plate and struggled not to fumble it. It was him. The way he coughed, the gravelly scratch of his throat, the deep and firm undertone. You couldn’t deny it was him. You were stunned you hadn’t recognized him at once.

“There you are, sheriff,” you said as you set down his plate. “Enjoy.”

“I think I will,” he rubbed his hands together. “I’m starving this morning.”

“If you need anything,” you made your usual offer.

He looked at you and smiled. You noticed how his eyes strayed to your name tag and the buttons of your blue dress. He turned to his waffles and took out the knife and fork.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he said as he ran the tines of the fork through the dark caramel. “I think I’m just fine.”

You left him to eat and straightened your apron. You were confident you’d changed your voice enough that he didn’t have the same epiphany. Even so, everything about him was different. At least in your head. He was no longer the desolate sheriff, he was desperate and demanding. He wasn’t who you thought he was. He was a man with a lot of power and a hunger to use it.

🚔

It was several days before you dared to leave the ringer on after Eugene’s departure. Your husband was loving but almost entirely absent. Since Ezra was born, he’d only grown more distant and work could not excuse him completely. When you ate dinner late with him, he barely heard you as he kept the radio on and those nights he didn’t work, he didn’t touch you.

You felt worse for your own misdeeds. The phone line made you shy and sullen with him. You should tell him but you didn’t know how and truly, you couldn’t. You knew he wouldn’t take it well and even if he was barely there, you couldn’t lose him. You were already painfully alone.

That night, he volunteered for overtime and so you hardly saw him before he headed out. He said you needed the money but your books were well balanced from your own after hours work. You’d done it to take the burden off of him but he still took the extra time, even as you argued that your bills were in good standing. 

Was it you? When had it all grown so cold?

Ezra ate his mashed peas and you set him down for the night. You heard him cooing still but you kept to your schedule even when he was wide awake. He always tired himself out and never fussed very long.

You sat on your bed and read. You checked the time. The phone would start soon and that night you couldn’t leave it off. You needed the money and you couldn’t be picky about where it came from. The month would be over and there would be a whole new batch of debts to account for.

You jumped as it rang. You kept the volume low so it didn’t carry through the whole house and you answered after several rings. You gave your usual greeting and breathed a sigh of relief when it was one of your regulars. You closed your book and picked your nails as you went along with his routine.

When he finished, you wished him a good night. You were dead tired but one more call wouldn’t hurt. You waited and grabbed the receiver on the first ring.

“Hello, mister, what are you looking for tonight?” You made your voice higher and breathier.

“Shhhh.” The long hush chills your veins. “Don’t talk.”

You quivered. It was him. You looked at the phone cradle.

“Don’t hang up.” He said as if he could read your mind. “You want it, don’t you? You want to feel me inside you. Down your throat, fucking the whore out of you.”

“I…” you uttered.

“I said be quiet.” He barked. “I want my cock so far down your throat I can feel it as I choke you. I want your spit all over me, I want you gasping and gulping until you pass out and I’m fucking your mouth lifeless.”

Your eyes widened and you listened in disgust. He growled and his hand slapped off his thigh as he pleasured himself. You sit paralysed as fear bubbled in your chest and you felt as if he could see you. You crossed your legs and huddled down over the receiver.

“I want to fuck your cunt until it hurts to sit down. I want to hear my body slam into yours, I want you to beg me to stop and keep going at the same time. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t make a noise, until all you can hear is my cock pounding inside of you.”

“Please…” You wanted him to stop. You wanted to hang up and yet you were terrified to move.

“And I know you want it too, whore. I know you need it. Not these words, not these calls, but you need me,” he shuddered “and I need it just as bad.”

He grunted and the line grew still. He hissed and cursed. 

“I’m a fucking mess,” he sneered. Another silence and you think he hung up. His voice startled you when he spoke again. “Who’re ya?”

“Wh-what?”

“I ain’t stupid. You’re some lady in the county. Maybe some lonely housewife. Ain’t sound like no prostitute I ever knew.” He sniffed and let out a groan. “Maybe you some dumb teenager playin’ games on the telephone, huh?”

“I don’t-- No. I--” You hung up. 

You stood and pulled the line out of the phone and dropped down heavily. You put your head in your hands and shook it. Fuck!

🚔

The next morning at the diner, you served the sheriff with a false smile. Every time he spoke, you heard the words he said to you on the phone. Although his tone was placid, his fervour played over and over in your ears. And when you overpoured his coffee, you apologized only to have him assure you it was alright and let you mop up the mess with your rag.

He left you his usual tip and you cleared his table. The newspaper was tinged from your spill and you dumped it on his plate. As you did, a card slipped out onto the table and your handwriting stared back at you from the carefully cut rectangle. You hid it quickly in the newspaper and rushed to toss it all in the trash and drop the plate in the bin.

It must have been a mistake, you assured yourself and excused yourself for a breath of air. The chef, Carson, was already by the kitchen doors and you said yes to a smoke from his pack. You lit it after the third try and inhaled the tobacco deep into your chest. You would go to the phone company tomorrow on your day off and shut down the second line. Your lesson was learned. It wasn’t worth the spare pennies.

Your day dragged by as all you could think of was the line. When you got to the phone company, you were jittery with worry. It was easy enough to shut it down but the fee cost you your tips for the day. You checked the clock before you left, bound to be a few minutes late picking up Ezra.

As you came out onto the street, your open jacket flapped in the wind over your uniform and your mary janes clacked on the pavement as you rushed to get to Enid’s and pick up your son. When you stopped at the corner to wait for traffic to pass, a flash and a honk made you jump.

Sheriff Bodecker pulled up to the curb and rolled down his window. He waved and leaned his arm on the door as he peered out at you.

“You needa ride?” He asked.

You smiled awkwardly and clutched the handles of your weathered purse.

“Sheriff, no thank you, I’m not goin’ too far,” you waved him off.

“Nonsense, you on your feet all day. It’s the least I can do.”

“You must be busy.”

“Radio ain’t goin’ off,” he slapped the door, “now come on.” He reached down and opened the door, stepping out with a groan, “Get in. You always are so nice down at the diner.”

You swallowed and your lips quivered as you tried to hold your smile. You followed him around the other side of the car as he opened the door for you. You got into the vintage cruiser and crossed your legs as you cradled your purse on your lap. He closed the door and dropped in on the other side.

He shifted into gear and pulled off. You thanked him and fiddled with clasp of your purse.

“No problem, but uh, I just needa know where you’re goin’,” he chuckled as he slowed at the next four way.

“Oh, I gotta get Ezra from his gramma’s,” you explained, “She lives just down Carsbee.”

“Not far at all,” he commented as he turned the wheel, “So, how was the rest of your day then?”

“Not so bad,” you said breathily as he looked at you in his mirror and you focused on the pedestrians on the street, “and yours, sheriff?”

“You can call me Lee if ya like,” he offered, “And wasn’t so bad either. Which number is it, sweetheart?”

You sniffed at the pet name, he was usually so formal at the diner with his ma’ams.

“21B,” you answered as you wiggled your foot nervously, “you can just drop me off. It’s not too far to home.”

“Don’t be silly, I wanna meet your boy,” he intoned, “you talk about him so much.”

“Oh, uh, of course,” you murmured as he pulled up along the front of your mother-in-law’s, “I just gotta go get him then.”

You hooked your purse over your elbow and slid over the seat. The sheriff kept you from opening the door as he bid you stay and got out quickly as he rushed around the front of the car. He opened the door like a gentleman and removed his hat. 

“I’m old but I haven’t forgot my manners,” he nodded and waited for you to step out.

You got to your feet and thanked him again before you strolled up the crooked walk to the front door. You knocked and let yourself in like you always did. You could hear Ezra babbling as he played with wooden toy cars. Enid sat in her usual spot and rocked as she watched him.

“How was he today?” You asked as you grabbed the bag you always left with him and packed up the loose ends beside it.

“Loud,” Enid muttered, “hyper.”

“Well, he’s at that age,” you grasped your purse and Ezra’s bag in one hand and picked him up from the floor as he reached out for you. “Alright, Ez, say buh bye to grammy.”

He waved and cooed as you held him on your hip. Enid said buy in her grumpy way and got up to see you to the door. You came down the single step as Lee waited by his cruiser. Ezra buried his face in your shoulder as he turned away from the sheriff.

“Don’t be shy, Ezra, this is the sheriff, Mr. Bodecker,” you tried to shake him upright but he clung to you and hid.

“Ah, don’t worry, I’m used to that,” Lee laughed and opened the door, “people see the badge and they’re not so friendly.”

“He just goin’ through a phase,” you assured as you sat with Ezra in your lap.

As Lee shut the door, you let the bags lean against it and the car dipped as he got in the other side. He turned the engine and you gave him your own address as your son squirmed in your lap. At the first corner, Ezra found the courage to look at the sheriff and the officer looked back and stuck out his tongue.

“He looks like you,” Lee said as he pushed down on the pedal, “real cute.”

You accepted the compliment and hugged Ezra tighter. You could barely process the sheriff’s words as your mind returned to those he spoke the night before. Every time he spoke, you heard him, hissing and cussing at you.

You were relieved when he came up to your house and you turned to grab your bags. You felt a tug on your elbow as you balanced Ezra and your things. You looked back at Lee as he held your arm.

“I’ll get the door,” he said, “you just stay put.”

You waited as he let you go and once more, opened the door for you. He took the bags as you climbed out and you protested that you were fine. His hand settled on your shoulder as he pulled you to face him.

“Well, sweetheart, you gonna invite me in for some coffee?”

You were shocked by his boldness and couldn’t hide it. You blanched and looked at Ezra as he tugged at your jacket. You laughed awkwardly.

“Eugene’s still sleepin’ for his shift, I don’t--”

“We got some things to discuss and I think the least you can do after I was so kind as to drive you home is a coffee.”

You squinted at him in confusion. “Maybe another time, sheriff, I’d really hate to wake--” you reached for your bags and he stopped you with his grip firm on your wrist.

“Does he know?” Lee asked in a gristly voice.

“Know what?”

“Know you a whore?” Lee sneered.

You reeled and tried to twist from his grasp. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You can’t say them words on the phone and not mean ‘em,” he leaned in close, “Now I think you know what I want to talk with you about so you invite me in and I’ll be real nice about it but if you keep me out here, I can’t promise your neighbours won’t get a show.”

You pouted and rocked Ezra as he began to fidget, sensing your discomfort. “Please, I got Ezra--”

“You put him in the next room so we can discuss,” Lee insisted.

He let go of you and you nodded dumbly. You watched him wearily as you turned and led him up the walk. You unlocked the front door and he followed you inside. He hung his hat on the rack with his leather jacket and you hurried into the bedroom to set Ezra down in his crib. You distracted him with his stuffed rabbit and left him. He was usually due for a nap around then anyway.

When you got back to the front room, Lee sat on your couch and you went to the kitchen to start the coffee. You waited for the water to boil and filled the percolator as you dreaded what would come next. You poured a mug and set it out on the coffee table with the sugar dish. 

Lee leaned forward and spooned the sweet powder into his mug as you stood and wrung your hands. How had he figured it all out? How long had he known? Was he going to tell Eugene?

“Sit,” he said as he inhaled the savoury scent and took a cautious sip. His mug made a deafening clink as he set it down and you sat. “I s’pose you went by the phone company to end your little game.”

You sucked your lip in nervously and nodded as you looked down guiltily.

“Mhmm,” he hummed, “you know I was down there a few days ago and they just hand the records over if I say I got a warrant. They ain’t look close enough to realise it’s just a receipt.”

You gulped and kept your head down. You ran your tongue against your lip and blinked away the moisture in your eyes.

“How long you been doin’ all that?” he asked.

“Couple months,” you admitted, “I just needed some extra money. Ever since Ezra was born…”

“But you could get another job.”

“I gotta be home for the boy. Eugene never is.”

“Now a woman don’t be talkin’ like that if she happy. If she not alone.”

“Stop, please. It was a mistake. I’m sorry if you feel like I--”

“Sorry?” he interrupted, “you’re sorry? You think Gene would accept that?”

You sat in silence and picked at the button on your jacket. You hadn’t even bothered to take it off. “You gonna tell him?”

He let out a heavy breath and took another drink of coffee. “Now where’s the fun in that?”

You looked at him and furrowed your brow in confusion. You shook your head as he smirked.

“I will if you make me but if you want me to stay quiet--”

“Sheriff--”

“Shhhh,” he raised a finger, “now, you want me keep my mouth shut, you be waitin’ for me tonight after he goes.”

You stared at him in terror as your heart threatened to jump up your throat.

“And then we’re done talkin’. Then you do all those things we spoke about.”

“You can’t-- I got a son.”

“And a husband but you still be talkin’ to strange men about your pretty little pussy, don’t you?”

You blew a shaky breath between your trembling lips and sank down in the chair in shame. “I thought you were a good man, sheriff.”

“I am, don’t mean I’m not lonely.”

He drained the rest of the mug and coughed. He stood and adjusted his belt, his hand lingering on his belt. You watched his finger trace the barrel and your eyes crept up to his face.

“I’d hate to wake your husband, sweetheart, so I’ll be on my way.” he retreated around the couch and paused by the door, “but I’ll be around.”

🚔

The night went by faster than any. You never felt like you got much time with your husband but it was almost as if he was gone as soon as he woke. He left you with a peck on your forehead and dread in your chest. You thought of telling him, you wanted to confess and fix everything that had broken, but you couldn’t. You were too ashamed.

So when he was gone, you put Ezra down for the night and hoped the Sheriff was just trying to scare you. He couldn’t be serious, could he? You’d known him for years and he was only every sweet at the diner. He was a solitary man but was never unkind. That afternoon, he had been an entirely different man.

You sat on the couch, no radio, no nothing, and picked at the lines of your hand. You were certain you would sit up all night and laugh at yourself in the morning. He was just making sure you stopped, that had to be it.

But then the knock came and your whole body went rigid. You waited until it sounded again, harder, louder. You got up and went to the door. You didn’t need to look out to know who it was. You opened up and Lee watched you with his menacing blue eyes. They were no longer the gentle gems you knew from the diner.

“Sweetheart,” he drawled as he stepped inside and you backed away from him.

He closed the door and locked it then he removed his hat and jacket, just as he had earlier. He bent to ease off his boots and stood as he cleared his throat. He peered behind you and looked around your small house.

“I’m just in time, huh?” he mused as he touched your side and let it slip down to your hip. “What you shakin’ for?”

“I thought…” you rasped. “Sheriff, you know me. I’m not a bad woman.”

“You ain’t?” he snickered. “I do know you. I’m the only one in the county who knows the real you.”

“I don’t understand why you’re doin’ this,” you whined.

“I’m old but not decrepit,” he took your hand and raised it, “and you’re a beautiful woman. I daresay,” he kissed the back of your hand, “motherhood did make you even sweeter.”

“Please,” you begged.

“You get in that bedroom before I lose the last of my will,” he bit his lip as he looked you up and down and released your hand.

You shivered and backed away from him. You went blindly to the bedroom and stopped in the doorway. You couldn’t, not in the bed you shared with your husband. Lee came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle.  His hot breath tickled your ear as he leaned into you.

“I wanna see what you hide under that dress,” he purred, “now don’t make me ruin it.”

You gasped and drew away from him. You neared the foot of the bed and unbuttoned the top of your dress. Your fingers were ungainly as you struggled and you pushed the sleeves down your arms with a stifled sob. You shoved the fabric past your waist and hips and his growl made you stand upright with a snap.

Your stockings were held up by fraying garters and your old underwear added to your shame. Your brasserie was pointed and too tight. You hung your head and balled your hands into fists.

“Turn around, I wanna see you,” he said.

You reluctantly obeyed and stared at the floor. He hummed and his thumb ran over his belt buckle. A sudden cry made your blood cold and he scowled. Ezra was awake.

You moved to go to him and the sheriff blocked the door.

“I gotta go to him. He must’ve had a bad dream.”

“I’ll take care of the boy. You just be waitin’ when I get back.” he ran his tongue under his teeth, “naked.”

He pointed to the bed and didn’t leave until you took several steps back. You listened as he went to the small room attached to the master. You worried he might hurt the boy but his coaxing voice surprised you. 

“Shhh,” you heard the distant tone, “it’s okay, son, it’s okay.”

You reached to unhook your bra and sat to roll your stockings off. You needed this man gone. If you abided him, he would be away sooner. You dropped the last of your clothing to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. Your nails dug into the blankets and you closed your eyes.

It was over a year since you’d been touched. That alone made you shy but that man made you terrified. You heard him enter but didn’t look up at him. “You get up on all fours and ready that mouth for me.” he ordered as you heard his buckle tink, “yeah, I wanna start there.”

You swallowed and did as he said. You felt like some lowly animal as you stared at the floor. You heard the flutter of fabric as he stripped and when he came close, you shut your eyes. He grabbed your hand and jerked you to the edge. He tapped the tip of his cock along your lips.

“Now, open up, sweetheart,” he snarled, “I know you remember every word I said.”

You parted your lips and he forced his way into your mouth. He poked at the back of your throat but didn’t relent. You gagged as he sank down your throat and your entire body twitched. His hand went to your neck as he drew back and pushed back in. He felt himself as he invaded your throat over and over.

“Ah, yes, that’s it,” he uttered, “you can’t tell me you’re not a whore. You take me like one.”

You tried to swallow around him and breath and it made him groan. He kept fucking your face as his hand squeezed your throat. Your spit spilled out and smeared across your face and his pelvis. He kept your head bobbing until you were dizzy and dazed.

He stopped, deep down your throat, and grunted. He let out a shuddery breath and pushed you off of him. You slipped down onto your stomach and gasped over the side of the bed.

“Hoo, I almost blew,” he huffed, “oh, you bad, bad girl.” He trailed his hand down your back and slapped your ass, “turn around and get back up.”

You whimpered and lifted yourself back to your knees. You moved stiffly around and wiped your mouth as the taste of him stained your tongue. He grabbed your hips and pulled you back. He kneaded your ass with hungry growls and pinched your thigh. He felt along your cunt and tutted.

“You wet for me,” he taunted, “just from a taste, sweetheart.”

You dropped your head and he moved closer. He pressed the head of his dick against your folds and ran it up and down as you slickened. He lined up with your entrance and his large hand gripped your hip. He slid into you with a sigh and you let out a startled cry. Maybe it was because it was so long but he felt massive. You quivered around him and clenched your teeth.

“Oh, fuck, you want it just as bad as me, don’t ya?” He bucked his hips and you exclaimed, “how am I suppose to hold back with you squeezin’ me like that?”

He didn’t hold back as he caught his stride. He hammered into you as your flesh slapped loudly. You feared the noise would wake your son again, or worse, be heard by the neighbours. He groaned and grunted as he rammed into you and your thighs quaked. Ripples rolled over your spine and multiplied down your legs.

He stretched his hand over your back and slid them up to your shoulders. He bent over you as he forced your arms to fold beneath you and pushed your head into the mattress. He stilled and wiggled his hips until you moaned. He pulled one hand away from your shoulder as the other spread over your neck.

He slid out of your cunt and spread your juices up and down. He guided his dick between your cheeks and leaned into to pant in your ear. “I didn’t forget about your ass.”

He pushed against your hole and you tensed. His hand tightened on your neck and he poked harder. 

“You relax or it’ll hurt more,” he coaxed, “come on, almost…”

He pushed past your ring and you both gasped. Your eyes filled with tears and you sniffed as he urged himself deeper past your resistance. He let out a long breath as he advanced inch by inch. He drew back each time before adding more and when he was at his limit, you sobbed and clawed at the mattress.

“Oh, oh, fuck, oh, shit,” he swore as he rocked his hips, “you know, urgh, I wanted to do this for so long. Even ‘fore I called.”

He growled and built a steady pace as he stretched you. Your tears seeped into the blanket as his grip threatened to break your neck. His belly bounced against the top of your ass as he rutted without restraint.

“I always thought ‘bout you over that table. Always thought-- Always thought you deserved better than that husband,” he rasped out, “but I never thought you’d feel so good.”

He slammed into you harder than before. Your legs fell out from beneath you and he was quick to descend over you, covering you with his body as he bent his arm across the back of your head. He fucked you into the mattress as your head began to spin and your body reacted to his.

You’d never felt anything so intense as the maelstrom of pain and pleasure building inside you. You moaned and muttered until the sudden tide swept you up and had you murmuring like a fool, drooling onto the bed as he kept on.

He planted his hand on either side of you and lifted himself. He dropped his hips down into your ass over and over. The symphony of flesh filled your mind and you succumbed to the afterglow of tortured delight. He sank as far as he could and spasmed.

“Shit, oh, sweetheart, sweetheart,” he slowed and lowered his sweaty body onto you. You suffocated beneath him as his heart beat against your back. “Oh, you made me… made me blow.” He tilted his hips. “You feel how I filled your ass?”

You let out shallow breaths and turned your face into the blanket. He grunted and raised himself off of you, his cock slipping out easily and his cum trickling down after. He fell onto his back beside you and tried to catch his breath. He reached over blindly and let his fingertips dance along your ass.

“Really it ain’t your fault,” he said as his fingers crawled along the top of your thigh, “a man must be crazy to leave you all alone at night.”

[makosgotmoxie]

Critical Role Campaign 3 Episode 17 Quote List

"Yeaaahh, BOIII."

"The bride of chucky from Kentucky. It's Marisha - finger blaster - Rayyyy."

"Well, I certainly can't lose you." "You should never have to run into the storm alone."

"Maybe I should fall asleep holding your hand and you'll come into the dream with me too. That'd be something, huh?" "We can certainly try."

"If you don't sleep with your armor on, bad shit happens."

"Don't fuck with me, Matt Mercer."

*Chetney wakes up* "NOOOOOOO!"

"Shiny day, I've been up for a while just lookin' at ya." "I'm gonna let that one go."

"I know, I can get up very quietly, so just be aware of that."

"Is he dead?" "I don't think so because I just heard him screaming."

"Opinions are like opera, sure you could listen to 'em, but why would you?"

"It started with an A... Aeor?"

"I slept in.. on that ass."

"People get really horny on the road, ok?"

"Oh, Chetney's chill."

"I'll probably make my rounds through everybody." "I feel like that's the first true thing Fearne ever said."

"That is fucking adorable."

"Would there be a bonus for abject and intense humiliation of everyone involved?"

"Just out of curiosity, how much do you think I would go for?"

"The best episode of drunk history..."

"She was like 15 feet long with a real sluggy ass."

"It was kind of like a caramel sharting."

"Ok bye, we love you, or bye."

"Why limit yourself to the player characters."

"God, am I going to have to have sex to get rid of it." "Nooo." "I mean self care." "I've got one normal hand and one buzzsaw." "Pent up, buzzing, you're halfway there."

"It's not about talent, it's about tenacity."

"Probably horses then." "Yeah, they feed you longer."

"Horse with claws would be creepy."

"God, this is one of those furniture comes to life questions."

"If your moms in a library somewhere, it's something terrifying."

"A blood wolf wizard, oh fuck!"

"RTA, right there. You gotta recognize the alpha. Listen, Imogen. There's an alpha inside all of us." "I'm out."

"Get your third character ready." "I've got him locked and loaded. This ones lasted much longer than I thought."

"I just got a little bit teary eyed in my face."

"Why do my knees have to go backwards?"

"His name is Sir Floppers. I've only had him for an hour and I would die for him."

"What'd you name yours?" "One-way because that's as far as he's going to get."

"I don't like to get attached to things that are gonna die. Like all of you."

"Weaning it's way."

"Maybe you're a tree!.. That doesn't make any sense."

"Shat out some fey magic."

"Are you all rock hard?"

"This might be too forward, but do you remember much about the end?"

"I want to throw something at her."

"Respectfully, so fucking what?"

"I'm going to go deep." "All the way. Hard." "Deep and hard. Nobody is awake, right?"

"I want roll for freaky friday."

"It's to help me remember my husband."

"I don't know what I'm doing, but I do try to do right by him."

"He was half-elven, and uh, big moon, little moon."

"I've never told anyone this before, but I - wait what the fuck are you looking at?"

"This is not an eatable face."

"Oh no. Natural 20, damn it."

"I rely on the pressing of the button."

[angelthebedsheet]

Ok so like imagine black reader walking in on their first at at UA and everybody’s like “OMG😻, she’s so pretty!” But her resting bitch face makes her look mad intimidating😌🤚🏾

a/n: oh hell yeah!! thank you anon for the request!!! i hope you liked it!! also i didnt know if you wanted a oneshot or a headcannon so imma do a hc!

lets get it!

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okay so baby you walked down them damn halls looking good asf.

i mean edges LAID. lashes on. acrylics clickin and clackin, lip gloss is poppin and ya box braids were FRESH

aizawa’s already done with the fuckin day even tho that bitch just started

you waved through the door’s window and he notices you

“class settle down today we have a new student”

they all quieter than some mfs now

and he opens that door then BOOM bbg you walk in and they’re dead and a lil intimidated

i mean you did walk in that bitch with a serious case of rbf

like even todoroki did a lil 😳🕶🤏🏾

bc baby you rlly did look good asf

midoriya alr taking mental notes on you

and you introduce yourself

mineta alr plotting out some stupid ass lightskin shit to say

the class basically went ✋🏽😳

even bakugo too like cmon you cant just walk in this class looking like a whole full course meal and expect him to not respectfully gaze upon you??

“anyone have any questions for l/n?”

🦗🦗🦗

they wanna ask but damn did you look like you were about to murder a bitch

like if there was music that could play it would be

bad bitch party you cannot get in

but the curiosity was killing midoriya so he mans up and raises his hand

“w-where are you from and whats your quirk if you dont mind me asking?”

some of 1-a broke they NECKS to glare at him

like bro she prolly gon chew you OUT

but damn let a nigga ask a question

then a soft smile comes on your face

“oh im from c/n and my quirk is q/n!”

HUH???

you’re nice as shit???

now they lwk feel bad that they were intimidated you were an actual sweetheart

the gates have been opened now everybody hounding you with questions

but its alright bc now you kinda got an idea of how they r

then mineta’s ass raises his hand and everyone is like aw nawwwww

“now what is a beautiful chocolate drop/ caramel candy goddess like you doing here in the hero course?”

and you like ??? tf this nigga on??

and you give him the face every black person make when someone says some bs

“first of all you’re mad weird bro dont call me that. second of all bc i have a strong quirk and i worked my way up here. how are YOU here?”

the class? sold alr

they love you now

first you walk in here lookin real beautiful

then you a sweetheart

now you can handle your shit against mineta???

period baby you talk yo shit!

to make a long mf story short i put a whole bag of jelly beans up my ass you ended up being real buddy buddy with the class minus mineta bc.... mm mm baby we dont do him here ❤️

[ahkaahshi]

☾ 1 where reader and atsumu are together and osamu caught them? hope thats an okay request :P congratulations on 600!

prompt: ☾ #1 -> getting caught in the act with one of them by the other one

roomies: the miya twins (atsumu is the love interest)

genre: smut (18+)

warning(s): explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, edging, swearing, mentions of violence (as in samu trying not to beat tsumu’s ass, as per usual)

my note to you: this is not an okay request... it is a great request. fabulous. fantastic. breathtaking. wondrous. thank you ❤️

getting caught having sex with atsumu by osamu [mini shot]

In the midst of the haze surrounding you at feeling the constant growing and subsiding of your impending orgasm, you’re vaguely aware of the movie the two of you were watching earlier droning on in the background, completely unaware that it’s being fully ignored. The moment your (e/c) eyes shift away from Atsumu’s caramel gaze, he follows them to the laptop before reaching over and closing it.

“Better?” he asks somewhat breathlessly. A response bubbling up from your throat escapes in the form of a mewl when he pulls the leg you have draped over his torso further past his waist so he can thrust into you more deeply. He hums with pleasure and brushes his lips against your cheek. “I love bein’ able to hear ya, baby.”

After planting a few, gentle kisses against your cheek, his mouth trails over to yours so his tongue can slide between your lips. Your fingers dig into the firm muscles on his back so you can keep your bodies pressed flush against one another and increase every satisfying sensation you feel.

You’d always thought that your first time having sex with Atsumu after years of pent-up sexual tension would be fiery and passionate, like it was between the two characters in the movie you’d just been watching. However, it was rather late at night, and the two of you were worn out after a long day, hence your much lazier position. It was a far cry from the intense, backbreaking sex that you’d expected, but you enjoyed being in such an intimate, relaxed state with him just as much.

In spite of being ensconced up in a warm embrace with your leg wrapped around his waist in what appears to be a more tender and sleepy position, Atsumu’s still pounding into you rather ruthlessly. He’s not unbearably fast, but his thrusts are precise and paced deviously enough to keep you on the edge of your orgasm, just so he can hear his name roll off your tongue in desperation and relish in the sweet sounds of your pleasure.

“’Tsumu,” you whine softly against his lips when he slows his actions upon hearing your breathing become more erratic and feeling your walls clench around him.

It’s obvious that you’re growing impatient, so he gives your thigh a playful squeeze and assures you, “I’ll get ya there, sweetheart; don’t worry.”

His hot breath then falls upon your neck as he moves his head there to decorate it with small bruises while he picks up his pace once more to abuse the sweet spot within your core. Soon, you’re approaching your climax once more, and you’re so caught up in chasing your high that you don’t even notice the door swing open until another voice captures your attention.

“’Tsumu, how many fuckin’ times do I hafta tell ya not ta--”

A particularly loud moan echoing from your mouth soon morphs into a squeal when your eyes flutter open and see your other roommate standing a few feet away from the bed. “’S-Samu!” you cry.

“Well that ain’t the name I wanna hear when I'm fuckin’ ya,” Atsumu groans with irritation, withdrawing his face from your neck and glancing over his shoulder at his twin brother. “The fuck do ya want?”

Osamu’s dark eyes narrow as he argues, “I don’t have the patience for yer shitty attitude when yer the one that keeps hoardin’ my damn chargers.”

Atsumu growls, “Same goes for you.”

“Actually,” you pipe up, drawing both their attention to you, “I might’ve walked away with your phone charger on accident, ‘Tsumu.”

“Ah, that’s okay, baby girl; long as I get it back.”

The way your pussy tightens appreciatively around his cock at hearing his sweet name for you makes him groan and flop his head against the pillow. Keeping you on the edge of an orgasm all evening has meant doing the same for himself, unfortunately. With the lustful gazes you’re sharing, it’s nearly impossible for you to hold yourselves back in spite of his brother’s presence.

Osamu can see the looks in your eyes that reek of desperation, so he knows he has to get what he came for and leave soon before the two of you continue having sex right in front of him. “I swear if ya weren’t balls fuckin’ deep in (f/n) right now I’d smack the shit outta ya. Jus’ tell me where my laptop charger is,” he sighs, running a hand through his dark hair.

Wordlessly, Atsumu points to an outlet at the other side of his bed so his lips can busy themselves with kissing yours once more. With as much haste as he can muster, Osamu shuffles across the room, yanks the cord out of the wall, and leaves.

A small chuckle escapes Atsumu’s mouth once Osamu’s gone, and he pulls away from you for a moment to mention, “Damn, (f/n), lookin’ at me like that while ‘Samu’s still in the room? Yer so hot.” You exhale with contentment and smile, but only for a moment, since he’s snapping his hips against yours in an instant and suggesting, “But I’d rather see how pretty you look when I'm making you cum.”

 ⭐︎ fran’s 600 milestone event! (reqs closed, interactions welcome!)

[exosmutfactory]

Six Phases 005 Pt 1

Who knew it nearly took 6 months to win your heart, and 6 phases for Baekhyun to lose his mind.

A/N:  Hi, welcome to a 22.6K MONSTER of a chapter. Thank you.

[ contains: romance, fluff, angst, & smut ]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  P(1) P(2) | Part 4 P(1) P(2) | Part 5 P(1) ✓  P(2) | Part 6

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The club is more alive than ever tonight. Almost everyone has taken to the dance floor and the place is packed everywhere with grinding bodies. It's not hard getting lost in the crowd.

I can barely see over the majority of the crowd in my stilettos. You'd think my current 5'10 height would make it easier to spot Baekhyun in the room, but nope, the flashing of lights and mass of bodies could conceal a damn pink polka dotted elephant from your eyes.

After spinning around to avoid the elbow of a particularly non-coordinated individual, I nearly crashed into the person behind me. "Excuse m-" My eyes widen at the familiar head of silver hair before I smile, "Hey."

Baekhyun chuckles, settling his hands on my hips; a brow raised in amusement, "Hello." He huskily replies; locks of hair attractively dangling in his eyes. He's adoring a red shirt with white scripted words all over it, black leather pants that make his thighs look scrumptious, and black heeled boots to match. Looking like a full course meal as always—and even more so than usual with that alluring look in his kohl outlined eyes.

Quickly reeling in my steadily-rising urges, I keep moving to the tempo of the moderate-paced music; loosely wrapping my arms around his neck, "What took so long? I thought I lost you for a second."

"Minseok hyung went on a tangent over how much business has been booming since he incorporated cheerwine-vodka drinks to the bar." He chuckles again, twirling me around with an adorable smile. "Your southern delicacy is really popular around here."

I grin, "It's the best of the best."

Baekhyun hums, pulling me closer and tilting his head to plant a kiss on my cherry red lips; causing me to giggle. "What?" He looks at me, smiling adorably.

"Nothing." I smile bashfully; cheeks warmed from the gesture.

"Come on," Spinning me around again, he suddenly dips my body; making me gasp as his hand rests securely on my back and lips brush against mine. Warm minty breath caressing my cheek, "Tell me."

"I-I just..." Locking eyes as he pulls me back up, I can't help but flush at his adoring stare. "Being with you, like this." I gesture to the dancefloor; blissfully unbothered by the pleasantly chaotic environment, and the thundering pound of music with him—and his firm body—so close and so warm. His comforting presence brings a smile to my lips, "It's nice."

His smile widens, a look of understanding flashing in his brown eyes. "I knew you had a kink for dancing with me."

Choking on a laugh, I smack his bicep; leaning on him for support as his contagious amusement rings in my ears. Would it be too mushy of me to say how utterly adorable Baekhyun is when he smiles like this? All bright crescent moon eyes, glowy cheeks and a boxy grin that I just want to kiss right off his pouty lips. His smile could light up the whole galaxy, not even the sun can deny that.

"And what if I do?" I murmur lowly, sliding my hand up his arm and down his chest; feeling the lean muscle underneath. "You got quiet," I muse, flickering my eyes up to his; quickly gulping at the pure lust swirling in his brown orbs.

Baekhyun grabs my wrist and slides my hand back up his chest, holding eye contact as he sucks my finger between his lips. The piercing gaze in his dark orbs making me sway out of rhythm—something he catches with a winning smirk. He tightens his grip on my hip, leaning to whisper into my ear, "Then I'm willing to fulfill your needs, baby."

Gulping at his deliberate lick of lips, a new song breaks me out of our little bubble. The familiar 8-count instrumental seems to trigger Baekhyun's memory as well; his hand releasing mine as I kick off my heels before his stable singing voice reaches my surprised ears.

"She got the mmm, brown eyes, caramel thighs. Long hair, no wedding ring," He gives a cute little nod, raising his brow attractively, "hey." He walks closer, causing me to step back to fully admire his confident aura. "I saw you lookin' from across the way. And now I really wanna know your name..."

He continues in that hypnotizing way of his—little sinful body rolls and confident crotch grabs—holding eye contact as if the words are meant for me; mouthing along with a satisfied smirk on his inviting lips.

"I love her hips, curves, lips say the words." He lightly brushes his hands over my thighs and up my waist, walking around to whisper into my individual ears along with the beat. "Te amo, mami, ah, te amo, mami."

"I kiss her, this love is like a dream..."

He brings my hand to his shoulder while grasping my other one, stepping forward as I step back in synchronization; meeting him toe to toe.

"So join me in this bed that I’m in

Push up on me and sweat, darling

So I'm gonna put my time in

And won’t stop until the angels sing-"

He spins me around and brings me back into his arms, swaying to the beat with my back to his chest and our joined hands resting on my hip. Matching smiles on our lips.

"Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me

Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me"

Spinning away, I turn to face Baekhyun, throwing his moves right back at him with a wink, "He got that mmm, green eyes, givin' me signs. That he really wants to know my name—hey. I saw you lookin' from across the way. And suddenly, I'm glad I came, ay-"

Gathering the skirt of my white dress, I dance light on my feet around him as the speakers burst out Spanish lyrics; smiling playfully at the captivated look in his eyes. "Mmm, green eyes, takin' your time. Now we know we'll never be the same."

"I love his lips 'cause he says the words," Putting my back to him, I arch my back, coyly peeking over each shoulder at him and slightly rolling my body against his to the beat, "Te amo, mami, ah, te amo, mami."

"Don’t wake up, this love is like a dream... So join me in this bed-"

Pressing my back to him again, we move in sync; heated skin to skin with only our thin clothes between. Barriers that don't even matter with my hand in his hair and his tight grip on my hips.

"-that I’m in

Push up on me and sweat, darling

So I'm gonna put my time in (Time in)

And won’t stop until the angels sing-"

Being cheeky, I slide my hands up my body while we sway side to side; resting my hand on the back of his neck.

"Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me

Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me."

He spins me around to him once again. Our eyes locked as we let ourselves get lost in the rest of the song.

"Flawless diamonds

In a green field near Buenos Aires

Until the sun's rising

We won't stop until the angels sing..."

The piercing gaze in his dark eyes is almost too much for me to bear; warm, slender fingers digging further into the soft swell of my hips with every twist of my waist.

"Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me

Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me"

The song quickly fades into another, but Baekhyun and I don’t move. Chests pressed together and shared heavy breaths. His freshly dyed grey hair leaving streaks of silver sliding down his cheeks. Long strands of hair messily clinging to his forehead, sweat shining on his prominent collarbones and peek of a firm chest. His lick of lips as he takes the chance to check me out as well pushing me to my limit.

"Take me home." I breathe, pressing my lips to his.

/

"Shit." Baekhyun hisses, pausing to brush his hair back.

I can't help but chuckle, kicking off my heels and bending over to pick up the fallen table, "Told you keeping the lights off was a bad-" I jolt forward with a gasp, bracing myself against the wall with red cheeks. The accusatory look I shoot over my shoulder does nothing to change the hungry expression on his face, "The fuck did you just do, Byun?"

He tilts his head at me, hand resting comfortably on the curve of my ass, "You liked it." He observes, rubbing my throbbing cheek; lifting the corner of his lips, "Didn't you?"

I scoff in opposition to the redness of my cheeks, "That's not-" A moan escapes before I can clasp my hands over my mouth, staring at him with wide eyes.

Baekhyun merely raises a brow as his hand slips from my heated skin and down between my legs, full-on smirking at what he discovers there. He leans close, pressing his chest to my sensitive back. "You're soaked," He murmurs into my ear; gripping my hip when my legs shake at his light exploration.

I part my lips only to whimper at the smack he lands on my left cheek, quickly becoming breathless at his light taps on my clothed clit. "F-Fuck-" My back arches when he suddenly pulls away, flipping the skirt of my dress over my back and yanking my panties down in one go, "Baekhyun-" I nearly yell, knees buckling at the rough intrusion of two fingers into my wet core.

"Shh," He leans forward again, smacking my ass as his fingers pound into me, "Be a good girl for me."

I choke and scramble to find something to hold on to when he twists his wrist, curling his fingers right into my sweet spot. Neat, blunt nails lightly scratching against my clenching walls as my hands slip helplessly on the wall, "B-Baekhyun." I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut. Just when I'm at the edge and slowly lowering to the ground with shaky knees, he fucking pulls his fingers out.

At this point, the only thing keeping me on my feet is the acute annoyance I feel towards him right now.

"Bedroom." He states, slipping wet fingers past his kiss-swollen lips after I stand up and turn around to glare at him. He merely lifts a brow, hand still on my hip as he sucks obscenely loud on the slick digits; wicked tongue peeking out from his smirking lips.

Inwardly cursing him and myself, I walk further into the spacious apartment on wobbly legs. Crossing my arms once I enter the black, white and grey with a dash of red—thanks to me—styled room.

Baekhyun takes his sweet old time joining me. Slipping out of his shoes and socks before pressing me against the wall. Chest pressed to mine as he reconnects our lips, reaching down to pull my leg around his waist.

My nails dig mercilessly into his shoulders when he slides his fingers back inside me; arching my back at the addition of his thumb tapping my poor clit. One well-aimed thrust to my spot makes my knee buckle, gasping for breath and tensing up in preparation only for him to pull his fingers out again.

Baekhyun looks down at me with the darkest eyes; pupils blown wide as his hand rubs over my lower back and down to cup my ass. "You're shaking," He whispers, tightening his grip and hoisting me up into his arms before walking over to the bed. Setting me down gently with a soft kiss pressed to my lips.

I sit up to pull off my dress, "Don't you fucking dare." I hiss at his fingers walking up my thigh, crossing my quivering legs.

Baekhyun chuckles, pulling his shirt over his head, "Don't you want me to make you feel good, baby?"

"I... Yes..." Distracted by his glistening chest, I twitch at the feeling of his sneaky hand slipping between my thighs, fixing him with a glare. "Not stopping when I'm right there." I grumbled, jaw clenching at the persistent ache in my core.

"Does my baby want to come?" He coos, sliding off his leather pants before climbing onto the bed. Gaze locked on mine as he pulls my underwear off my legs.

Gulping at his predator stance, I sit like a deer caught in headlights, panting when his hands softly spread my heated thighs. His lips brushing over my inner thigh makes my back arch. "I'll literally flip if you stop again."

He hums noncommittally, leisurely leaving a trail of wet kisses up to where I need him the most. I close my eyes, trembling a little when his lip brushes over my folds.

Baekhyun hovers, and I can feel his eyes on me.

I know exactly what he wants.

Gulping again I nervously lick my lips, slowly peeling my eyes open to look back at him.

He releases his bottom lip from between his teeth, wordlessly holding up his palm in my direction with twinkling orbs.

The hot blush forming on my cheeks and small trembles in my body do nothing to ease my giddy heart as I gingerly place my shaky hand in his. Baekhyun's soft squeeze and sweet smile melts me further until he's flicking his tongue against my heated core. My grip tightens with every whimper and gasp he pulls from my lips. Barely a few minutes have gone by when my thighs start shaking again.

"Always so sweet for me," He murmurs, pulling away as I catch my breath. His warm skin brushes against my own as he leaves a trail of kisses back up to my lips, "Babe?"

Humming I blink the post-orgasm daze from my eyes, meeting his questioning orbs. Breath hitching at the feel of his cock rubbing along my thigh. "Yes," I breathe, biting my lip at his promising smile.

Baekhyun reaches over to the nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom as my cheeks flush. The way he rips the packet open from between his teeth stirs the fire growing in the pit of my stomach; an unintentional tease to upcoming events—or intentional based off the knowing smirk on his equally flushed face.

I can't help but scoff at his antics, trying my best not to squirm when his cock brushes over my sensitive pussy; growing impossibly redder and wetter at the thought of the word as he insists to tease over my wet folds. I never imagined myself referring to it in that way, let alone while my boyfriend is looking down at me like I'm his last meal.

Seriously, I swear the twinkle in his eye rivals the one he reserves for hawaiian pizza right now. And the groan that escapes his lips while finally sliding his cock into my waiting core making my breath hitch… Fuck me.

I never really saw myself actually enjoying the act of sex or fucking or whatever. Yes—I will admit—I probably think about sex more times than anyone should in a day, but to actually do it? To give someone one of the most precious things to me and enjoy it on the first night? Yeah, not how I saw myself evolving. Then again, who can ever predict how their first time will go? Who can predict a Baekhyun walking into their life? Surely not I, nor how much I appreciate the slight stretch of accommodating his impressive length.

—Okay, maybe I enjoy sex with Baekhyun more than the thought of sex itself—

A noise I never thought I could make escapes my lips when he gathers my body closer to his; hips grinding at a new angle into my core with dark brown eyes watching my every move and swallowing me whole. Fuck it—yes, I definitely enjoy it with him more.

"Are you close?" He murmurs, kissing behind my ear in a way that makes me squeak.

"Y-Yes." I sigh, clutching onto his shoulders and gasping when he increases the tempo, "Fuck."

Baekhyun chuckles huskily into my ear, his breath causing goosebumps to cover my heated skin. I don't even try to stifle my moan when his cock hits my sweet spot just right. A beautiful noise of his own leaving his lips as my walls clench around him. I'm still so sensitive from earlier there is no coaxing needed to make me cum on his cock.

Baekhyun's gasp fans over the sensitive skin of my neck; a sneaky hand slipping between my legs while I'm trying to catch my own breath. My thighs tighten around his waist and hips buck from the prolonged sensations. Somehow he manages to pull one last orgasm from me as he's reaching his own; kiss swollen lips beautifully parted and head thrown back while filling the condom. There's no relaxing myself with the way he stays buried deep inside my clenching walls. If that condom wasn’t on… I quickly shake off that dangerous thought.

The feeling of Baekhyun's chest pressed to mine with our frantic heartbeats and shared breaths combined with his breathless kiss to my lips has a whole new wave of emotion bursting through my being. I love him so much it kinda hurts.

"Happy?" He muses, leaning up to run a hand through his messy hair, looking me over with those mesmerizing brown eyes of his. A soft smile playing at his lips. I don't reply, too busy trying to regulate my breathing while lying completely lax against the sheets. Not at all ashamed to take in the glorious sight of his flushed cheeks and glistening chest amidst the afterglow, and leaning up to press another kiss to his sweet mouth. “Very.” I murmur, lips curling up into a smile that matches his own.

////

There's nothing like waking up to a blarming alarm at 7:30 in the morning after a particularly long night that states “MEETING WITH THE BROS/HOES” in all caps. Especially after partying—and partaking in the “after party”—the previous night. Why did I agree to meet at the coffee shop on a Sunday morning? Oh, right.. Baekhyun was supposed to drive me back to the dorm last night…

:) Well then.

I mean, it wouldn't have been so bad if I had actually managed to get out of bed when my alarm went off this morning.

Now here I stand, hastily fixing my appearance in the reflection of the cafe window. Making sure the collar of my backless crop-top is up and freshly made curls are covering stray blemishes on my skin.

The events of last night fill my mind before I promptly shake my head, clearing my throat as I step through the door.

"Well look who it is!" A warm voice chimes. I look up from checking my outfit again to an amused Jongin, watchful Jenny, and Sehun waving like a madman from our booth. Quickly making my way across the room with red cheeks while avoiding the annoyed looks of onlookers seated around.

"Nice of you to finally join us," Jenny muses, knowing blue eyes following me as I plop down into the remaining seat next to her. "If you didn't call the other night I'd swear Baek put you in a sex-induced coma."

Snorting, I quietly take a sip from the steaming mug seated in front of me; savoring the taste of lemon ginger tea and setting it carefully back on the table. "Nothing of the sort happened."

"Really?" She squints a little, Sehun and Jongin watching on in amusement, "You got that glow about you right now."

Instinctively looking off to the left, my cheeks grow warmer at Jongin's chuckle. I can't even throw Baekhyun under the bus for how he held me up last night, or this morning; trying my best not to bite my lip. Another type of sex added to the favorites list. "I just slept really well."

"Uh, huh," Jenny nods, taking a sip of her own cup with a knowing smile on her face. "I bet you did."

"Anyway," I deflect, looking between the trio. "How are you guys? It’s been awhile."

"I'm convinced that my intern is a complete dumbass," Sehun grumbles, finishing his coffee and sitting back with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Uh, oh," I utter, trying not to smile at the petulant expression on his normally blank features, "What he do this time?"

"I caught him trying to spot check a guy doing 50 reps of bench press with 200 pounds." He tries to explain as a waitress brings over plates full of muffins fresh out the oven. Recalling a brief conversation of this particularly risk-taking kid, I can't help smiling while digging into my strawberry one. "Maybe he's good at it."

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Riley, this kid looks like a twig would be too much for him-"

"Now that's a lie," I immediately interject, pointing my fork at him. "If that was the case you would have turned him away on the spot. Did you ask him how much he lifts?" Sehun begrudgingly nods, lips still childishly pursed. "Good, now give the poor kid more credit. He's probably stronger than you think."

"But-"

"Have a little faith in him," I soothe. "If you're really worried then make sure you are there next time to observe and intervene if needed, but you have to let him do something." I emphasize, "So he can improve."

Sehun sits quietly for a few minutes, thinking it over as the rest of us fuss over the arrangement of identical glasses and sneaky hands (Jongin) stealing food from others' plates. "Damn it, why do you have to be right."

"Comes with the territory." I grin, referring to our matching stickers childishly stuck to the back of our phone cases. It happened during a recent drunken night at the newest bar in town. Donkey and Shrek; some days I'm one of them and oftentimes he's the other.

"Just my luck to befriend an intellectually logical yet empathic person," He mumbles, sipping his coffee with a small smile quirking at his lips.

"That's best friend to you!" I retort, glaring at his mischievous smirk before turning to Jongin. "How bout you man? What's cooking?"

His brow raises, amusement shining in his eyes at my poor attempt to not laugh at my own joke. "The kids got a residual coming up," He utters, thoughtfully chewing on a piece of strawberry muffin I swear he took from the top of mine.

"Oh?" I hum, taking the extra muffin Sehun offers me before blinking in realization. "Oh! Really? When is it?"

"This Saturday," A certain kind of sparkle is in his normally brooding eyes, small smile on display. "It's the last one before school starts."

"Yeah," I wince, staring down into my swirling mug with a frown, "Don't remind me. I still got books to get."

"What year will you be in this year?" Jongin inquires, brow raised when I only give him a deadpan look. "What?"

"Really?"

He shrugs, "How am I supposed to know what year you’re in?"

"Anyway!" Jenny chirps while I take another sip of my drink, judging him over the rim of my mug. "There's a party going on at Jongdae's this Friday." Her eyes are already lighting up at the thought of what she's planning to wear—or at the prospect of having an excuse to be with a certain brunet for the entire evening. "Are you going?"

Humming a bit in thought, I lightly shake my head, setting my drink down. "I think I'll pass."

"But why?" She protests, puppy eyes in full effect while I quickly avert my eyes. I'm not about to fall for that trick again. "...It isn't because of Baekhyun, is it?"

My neck cracks a little as I whip around to face her; temples pulsing with a painful whiplash, "And why would Baekhyun have anything to do with it?"

"Bro, you are like attached at the hip," Jongin states with a raised brow, idly twirling a spoon around his fingertips.

"Has he been to a party since he moved?" Sehun lifts his head from the phone in his hands, slipping it into his back pocket when I give him the side-eye.

"Well-" I pause, thinking back over the past two months. They are kind of right in a way. I spend more time having lunch dates in Baekhyun's office than sleeping in on Saturday mornings. There's more of my clothes neatly stacked on the left side of his closet than my own back at the dorms. And I swear I didn't purposely stash his favorite black hoodie in my backpack...

(I did. I totally did and I don't know when I'll give it back).

"…No," I conclude, stirring my drink.

Sehun makes a ‘mmhm’ noise, leaning back in his seat while Jongin snorts, shooting me a knowing look. "The wild princess changing playboy Baekhyun's ways."

I scowl as Jenny nods, throwing an arm over my shoulders with the cheekiest smile, "Who would have thought, right?"

"You all suck." I groan, hiding within my folded arms on the table. "...I'm going."

"Yes!" Jenny squeals, clapping her hands in glee and outstretching one out to the shell-shocked man across from her, "Pay up, Jongin."

"Riley, I was rooting for you." He protests, handing a 20 over with a disappointed frown.

I merely look over at Sehun, raising a brow when he's quick to hold up his hands. "I wouldn't. You're very 50/50 lately."

"Oh that's very reassuring," I grumble, sipping my warm drink; not fighting the smile curling at the corners of my lips. "Good thing I bought that new dress."

"What!?" Jenny gasps, lightly shoving my shoulder when my smile just widens. "I swear you never wear the same dress."

"Perks of having a CEO boyfriend," Jongin muses, washing down a muffin with some coffee.

"Nah," I set the empty mug back on the table, shaking my head. "I saved up a lot from my part-time job."

"Part-time job?" Jenny inquires, lowering her phone down to her lap while looking at me. "When did you get one of those?"

"She had one before school," Sehun explains, continuing after my agreeing hum; giving him a thumbs up with a mouthful of muffin. "A well-off flower shop, I believe."

"Wow." Jenny blinks, narrowing her eyes at me. "You're just full of surprises."

"It was nice," I mumble, dabbling my lips with a napkin, "Besides the fact I have mild pollen allergy."

Jongin snorts and I grin, enduring Sehun's amusement and Jenny's continuous scoldings as the morning sun rises higher in the sky.

I checked my makeup in the mirror one last time: a fierce copper glitter, smokey eye look to match my sexy black lace sleeveless dress with see-through sides. The form-fitting material complementing my every curve. Even lingerie is out of the question with this daring dress, but I have no fear. Stretch marks can't be easily seen in the dim lighting of a drunken party, and my lips are coated in a glossy pink shade to not kill too many men in the crowd tonight.

Leaning away from the mirror while recapping my gloss, I set it down next to my phone that lights up with a notification.

//

I miss you （>﹏<）♡o(╥﹏╥)o ♥♡

8:28pm

//

Giggling with an adoring smile, I maneuver around my baby pink manicured nails to type a response.

//

I miss you too, baby. Take care at the office, okay?

The day is almost over! 4 more hours to go. You can do it :***

8:30pm

//

A few heart emojis shared later and a knock sounds at the door. I grab my phone, sparkly golden clutch and walk over with even strides; the clinks of my nude high heels against the floor blooming more confidence in my chest. The sight of a familiar head of blue hair greets me on the other side of the doorway.

"Hey," Jenny perks up, spinning around, "You ready?" One look at my outfit and she smirks, raising an eyebrow knowingly as I take in her matching cocktail dress. "Oh honey, we are going to be sharks tonight."

Giggling I loop my arm around hers, our respective heels clicking down the residential apartment complex halls.

"So," She adjusts her hair in the reflection of the elevator, carefully pulling curls from inside of her dangling turquoise earrings. "What are your plans for tonight?"

"Plans?" I raise a brow, briefly meeting her gaze while meticulously evening out my gloss in my handheld mirror.

"Dancing, drinking, going home early," She lists off her turquoise manicured nails with a nod, nonchalantly leaning against the railing on the far wall. "Did you even tell Baekhyun you were going out tonight?"

A chill goes down my spine as I put my things away, and I don't know why. "Tell him?" I chuckle, rubbing my goosebump covered arms.

Jenny continues to nod, long nails tapping rapidly across her phone. "Mhm." She hums, voice filled with a level of concern that has my head tilting in confusion. "He's a worrier, you know?"

My brows furrow at that. "...It'll be fine," I mumble after a minute, trying to convince myself. Based on the look she shoots my way it didn't reassure her either. "Besides, he's working late tonight," My heart sinks a little at the reminder; I shrug it off. "I won't see him til the morning anyway."

She meets my eye over the illuminated screen of her phone; perfectly shaped brow raised. "If you're sure."

"Yes, Jen." I stress in exaggeration, placing my cold hands on my hips. "What's the worst that can happen?"

She says nothing as the double doors open, quietly putting away her phone as we exit side by side. A gust of wind meets us the instant we step outside.

"Maybe he's over it..." I hear her mutter under her breath.

The screeching of tires startles us before I can say anything. A familiar shiny black Mercedes pulls up to the curb; bass booming from the cranked up stereo speakers.

"Ready ladies?" Jongin's smirking face appears through the rolled down window; his arm resting comfortably on the window seal, free hand gesturing to his vehicle. "Your chariot awaits."

Jenny scoffs as I muffle a giggle. Before we can take a step forward, another voice rings out over the music.

"Get in already! You're letting out all the cold air." Sehun complains.

A scoff leaves me at that. "You're not the one navigating stilettos, Oh!" I yell right back, climbing into the backseat as Jenny takes the passenger side; her laughter filling up the spacious car.

Jongdae's party wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be. The usual partygoers were there except for talented bartender Minseok, brooding Kyungsoo, enthusiastic Chanyeol, and of course Baekhyun. Such a little difference left a major impact in the handling of drinks, (I had to run down to the convenience store with Sehun to get him to buy us dr pepper and a bottle of cheap vodka to share. Perks of being 21). The selection of music—I honestly never knew that techno dubstep could leave my head pounding harder than any hard liquor. And the state of the dance floor… Between the crushed solo cups and unidentifiable fluids littering the wooden floors, it's a far cry from any event Baekhyun has had.

"Shit." I hiss, clutching my throbbing knee. Struggling to insert the key into the apartment door while balancing on one unsteady foot. The door is yanked open before I can make a third attempt. I blink, slowly lifting my eyes up to a disheveled Baekhyun; his silver hair in a disarray and white dress shirt partially unbuttoned. My heart skips at the sight; a smile soon forming on my lips, "Baekhyunee-"

He steps out the reach of my open arms, swiftly turning to head back inside, leaving the door open.

I hover in the doorway for a moment with a frown, feeling a bit apprehensive while stepping over the threshold. Maybe it was a bad day at the office? His subordinates have been giving him a hard time lately, making decisions without his approval only to leave him to fix their mess in the end. Plus the rumors of a mole trying to catch a peek at his upcoming fashion line designs isn’t ideal. With great power comes great responsibility... I don't know how Baekhyun does it.

I peek inside to find him pacing the wooden floor with heavy footsteps. His neighbors surely won't like that.

"Where were you?" He stops in the middle of the living room, watching me with keen eyes. There's nothing exciting about the darkness I find there.

"Where was I?" I mumble quietly, gently pulling the door closed behind me. Hesitating to even lock it.

"Where were you?" He steps closer and it takes everything in me not to recoil under his predatory stance. Frustration clear in his voice with a sense of poorly concealed panic in his eyes.

What's wrong? I want to ask; worriedly glancing over the obvious exhaustion written all over his face.

"Why haven't you been returning my calls?" His wild gestures towards his device innocently sitting on the arm of the couch remind me of my own tucked away in my clutch; still on airplane mode. His black blazer is even left in a heap on the floor. "How are you going to ask to spend the night yet when I come back you're-"

"I went out," I simply shrug with a twitch of my lips; guilt and slight annoyance bubbling in my chest at the doubtful expression forming on his tired face. "It's a Friday night, Baekhyun."

"Without telling me?" He points to himself. "No call, text or anything?" His eyes trail over my person, hovering over my new dress; brown eyes indifferent instead of the awe I wanted to find there. He scoffs after a moment, shaking his head. "Very responsible of you."

"I'm sorry?" I laugh a little in disbelief fighting the urge to hide away from his scrutinizing gaze. "What are you, my father?"

"Sometimes it feels like it." He grits out, lips curling up into a mocking smile.

My hands drop down to my sides at that. "If you were so worried," I continue despite the bad taste in my mouth; crossing my arms and staring him down, "You could have contacted Jenny."

"How do I know you were with her?" He chuckles bitterly, roughly running a hand through his ruffled hair. A disgusted look crossing his face as he spits out, "How do I know you weren't out fucking Jong-"

"Excuse me?" I breathe, placing a hand to my chest with wide eyes; my heart somewhere between being shattered at my feet and beneath the lump forming in my throat.

He pauses, suddenly at a loss for words before spinning on his heel.

"Oh no." I chuckle at his audacity. "Finish that sentence, Baek. Go ahead." My voice is sugar sweet while following him to the hallway; steadily deepening with my building rage. "Go a fucking head."

He stops, deciding to get in my face then. Looking me over in disdain and hissing venomously. "You were out fucking Jongin."

"Do you have a height complex or something...?" I chuckle in disbelief, hand on my hip while pushing him back with the other. "Don't come accusing me of anything just because of your insecurities." Lifting my chin, I murmur. "You either talk to me like a fucking adult or I let you talk to the wall because I am sick of your shit."

"I'm sick of you too," He shoots back, hurt clear in his glistening brown eyes, swiftly turning to storm off down the end of the hallway.

A tired sigh leaves my lips while shaking my pounding head; feeling a headache coming on. "You promised not to go to bed angry!" I yell after him, leaning against the wall to tug off my annoying heels.

"I'm not angry." He growls, slamming the door to the guest bedroom shut.

I jolt at the startling noise, rubbing the back of my neck; muttering sourly under my breath. "Not angry my ass..."

We barely speak a word to each other for the rest of the weekend. He either leaves a room every time I enter it or downright acts like I'm not even there. Patience wearing thin, I repack my overnight bag shoved deep under the bottom of his bed from months of being unused and start sleeping back at the dorms. Although it is rightfully my room too, I still feel like I'm guiltily crashing there with how much I've been gone lately. Jenny doesn't mind though.

"I've missed the company." She reassures, helping me apply a face mask.

"...Do you think I was being unreasonable?" I mumble, looking down at the container in my hands.

Her sigh is a long one. "Well." She nods, smoothing the cream out on my skin, "The height comment was below the belt. And you could have shot him a text."

"I had my phone on silent..." I mumble in remorse, glancing over the 30 worry-filled messages and 5 calls he sent to me the other night. Not a peep has been heard out of him since, not even when I reminded him where the cute teapot set is for his adorable tuesday tea time…

"You were a bit harsh. But." She continues, raising her clean hand when I begin to object, "He had no right accusing you of cheating." The disgusted look on her face matches the tone in her voice. "Like what the fuck? Who cheats on the best dick in town-"

"Jenny!"

"Kidding!" She laughs, dodging my hand, sporting a serious expression again. "In all seriousness. Baekhyun has trust issues…" She trails off, blinking before I can identify the odd look in her eyes. "And sadly, I'm not surprised."

"Really?" I keep still as she nods, applying more cream across my forehead. "...Do you know what happened?"

She winces, gently taking the container from my hands. "I think it is something you should ask him about yourself." She mumbles, avoiding my gaze.

Sighing, I nod, leaning forward to apply some cream across her nose. The information—or lack thereof—is stuck in my head for days afterwards.

Yeah, nearly a whole damn week goes by before I hear from Baekhyun's stubborn ass again… And I end up being the one to make the first move.

It took ten agonizing minutes of debating with myself before daring to press the first number on my speed dial. Desperate times calls for desperate measures… And I'm this close to losing it.

"Hello?"

I release a shaky breath, heart pounding in my ears. Just that word alone eases a bit of the tight feeling in my chest. I have never, ever been more grateful to hear his voice as I pace the luxurious lobby; anxiously glancing up at the intimidating label of Park's Publishing on the far wall. Trying my hardest not to bite on my freshly white-tipped nails.

"Riley?" He speaks up, bringing me out of my unrelenting thoughts, "...Baby?"

"B-Baekhyun." I whimper, fist clenched by my side; fighting the urge to wrinkle my perfectly ironed pencil skirt, or worse, bolt.

A distant voice says something unidentifiable and a door closes before he speaks again; honey voice closer than before, "What is it? What's wrong?"

A tiny noise barely escapes my shaking lips; I plop myself down on a leather chair. "I don't think I can do this." I gasp out, tears stinging behind my eyes.

"Do what?" He continues a bit frantic, rustling papers sounding over the line, “Tell me what's going on, baby. Where are you?"

My voice barely reaches a whisper. "I-Interview."

The rustling stops and he releases a deep sigh; going quiet. It snaps me out of my panicked daze and riles me up in a fit all over again.

"I-I'm sorry," I blabber, rapidly blinking back tears, "You must be busy and I shouldn't-"

"Baby," He soothes and I pause, listening to his voice. "Listen to me."

I nod wordlessly, taking in his every word.

"You are going to do amazing." He begins. "You're going to go in there, answer their questions and blow them away with your input." He insists, that CEO persona in his voice. "They are going to love you and you are going to get that position. Do you hear me?"

"Y-Yes," I whisper, clutching onto the phone.

"Good. You got this," He softens, smile being heard through his voice, "I believe in you, okay?"

"Okay," I hush, bashfully fiddling with the bottom of my skirt; peeking over at the waving secretary trying to get my attentionand straightening up, "I-I got to go. It's time…"

"They are gonna love you baby," He shushes. "But not more than I do."

A smile makes its way to my lips; my heart racing for a different reason entirely. Even when in the middle of a cold war, he still manages to make my heart flutter. "Thank you, Baekhyun." His reassuring hum resonates in my being; warming me up from my sore feet to my cold fingertips.

With quick partings, I hang up the phone and make my way over to the secretary standing by a door. Taking a deep breath before entering the spacious room. Let the games begin.

Three days later, I get an email in the middle of lunch; damn near sending Sehun's poor ham sandwich flying across the room.

"Sehun!!" I squeal, jumping out my seat; phone in hand.

"Wha—What?!!" He exclaims, trying to stop me from excitedly slapping his arms.

"Sehun!!!! I-" He finally catches my hand making me pause, taking a look around the silent cafe. Onlookers watching us with their brows raised. "Just a job interview. Carry on." Turning back to him with red cheeks, I quietly shout, "I got the job!"

His eyes widen before I'm pulled into a bear hug, my laughter muffled in the soft fabric of his black t-shirt.

Everyone is elated at the news, congratulating me at our next meet up in Minseok's new bar. The atmosphere is homey despite all the new faces.

"Congrats man," Chanyeol claps a hand on my shoulder in passing, smiling over the glass of bourbon in his hand while taking the seat next to Sehun. My best friend fist bumps me from the left side of the table before turning to the grinning man.

"Thanks, bro," I chuckle, watching Minseok work on the countertop in the distance with my chin in my palm. Many regulars chat him up over strong shots and fruity cocktails. "He sure is the favorite here, huh?"

"Oh yeah," Chanyeol nods while Jenny leans in across the other side of the table to whisper in my ear. "Although he doesn't play for any team."

"Really?" I whisper back with wide eyes, smiling at her confirming nod. "Good for him then."

"Excuse me, coming through." Minseok’s cheery voice is easy to hear amongst the lively bar chatter, sporting that signature smile of his; a tray full of drinks clutched firmly in his hands. "Order for table four!" He beams, setting the drinks in front of us. The usual for me, brandy for Sehun, and a Sex on the Beach for Jenny. "What's the special occasion, hmm?" He teases, rubbing his hands on the towel at his waist.

"Don't act like you don't check the group chat," Chanyeol complains, looking over at the chuckling man as he takes the empty seat across from him. Jenny scoots over to give him more room. "Riley got her first major job."

"Really?" He continues to smile, a twinkle in his eye while glancing over at me. "The baby grew huh?"

"She has left the nest." Sehun nods, ruffling my hair despite my protests; arching a brow at Jenny. "Where are Jongin and Baekhyun by the way? I understand Jongdae, but-"

"Oh would you look at that," She looks over her shoulder towards the door behind me with a relieved smile, drawing my attention there as well. "You talked them up."

Two familiar figures step into the bar, each with grim expressions on their faces as a third, shorter one is revealed when they reach the rest of us at the table. —Or well, more like the two tables we pushed together (not the least bit quiet either, might I add. Thanks Chanyeol).

"Kyungsoo?" I inquire, eyes widening at the bouquet of yellow roses, pink Peruvian lilies, purple irises, and red gladiolus flowers. Taking the small bottle of cheerwine he also hands me with a small gasp.

"Hey," He smiles a little, softly patting my hand resting on the back of my chair. "Didn't want to come empty-handed."

“Thank you,” I beam, setting the flowers on the table before opening the bottle carefully; pouring some into a spare shot glass Chanyeol slides across the table.

"Congratulations, Doll." Jongin mumbles, hands stuffed deep inside the pockets of his black slacks. Keeping a fair distance between us.

The smile I send his way is an apologetic one; especially with the pair of eyes watching us like a hawk. "Thanks, bro," I mutter as he walks on to take a seat; that sinking feeling once again filling my chest.

"Hey," An unmistakable voice whispers in my ear.

I turn a bit towards Baekhyun, smiling politely despite the chaste kiss he presses to my forehead. "Hi."

He pulls out the chair next to me while I pretend to focus on the conversation Chanyeol, Jongin, and Sehun are having across the table about the boring subject of weight lifting. Trying hard not to think about how adorable he looks with a black blazer, white dress shirt, and that matching bow-tie around his neck. Gorgeous silver hair styled in a subtle—yet just as knee-weakening—comma hairstyle.

"How have you been?" Baekhyun softly murmurs, his voice nearly drowned out by everything around us.

"I can bench press more than the both of you combined!"

"Shut up, Yeol."

"I've been okay," Smiling lightly, I turn back to my neglected drink to avoid his eye; idly wiping away condensation from the side of the cold glass. My attention instantly snatched away by a familiar hand gently taking mine away from the object.

"Can we talk after this?" His voice is barely above a hush, only loud enough for me to hear. The gleam of sincerity in his tired eyes has my heart aching and soaring at the same time.

I take a swig of my drink, simply nodding despite the burn, "Sure."

He watches me for a moment, seeming to be looking for something beyond my nonchalant expression; probably trying to see past the walls I've put up. A small sigh falls from his lips, the warm pillows shortly pressing a soft kiss to the back of my hand, "Okay."

He doesn't let go of my hand, choosing to tangle our fingers together before setting them on his thigh. The warmth on my cheeks is not coming from the gentle strokes of his thumb on my skin or the sweet tingle that kiss left in its wake. Nope. Not at all.

Gradually, the conversation at the table switches to more lighthearted topics. Everyone pitching in with little tidbits of their daily lives as if sensing the tension between the quietest men among us. Even Kyungsoo goes into detail about the newest dish added to the menu of his restaurant.

Baekhyun's shoulder looks comfier by the second with every sip of cherry soda and bold vodka I take. A particularly hilarious story of Chanyeol's sends me reeling; hiding my face in his gorgeous neck. His little shiver when my lips accidentally brush over his warm skin doesn't go unnoticed by me.

Baekhyun meets my gaze, his brown eyes darker than they were before as his tongue glides over his bottom lip; pink lips curling up into a knowing little smirk at my unwavering stare.

"Hey, guys!" A light voice chimes, a soothing timbre that sails above the bar chatter like an unsuspecting breeze; breaking us out of our little bubble.

Just about everyone at the table turns to the newcomer with wide eyes. Sehun and I share the same confused look before I slightly twist around in my chair to see.

"Yixing?" Baekhyun's eyes are wide, brows soon furrowing at the three unexpected people approaching our table. A tall man with kind eyes and raven hair is accompanied by an equally stunning woman, her black hair falling to her mid-waist. Minseok gets up to make room for the all-too-familiar brunet striding in front with a satisfied smirk on his face. "Sora? Dae? I didn’t know you all were coming…"

"Hi, Baekhyunnie," Sora damn near purrs, red-painted fingertips brushing his shoulder as she walks by with Yixing by her side. The oblivious man envied while I blink slowly, eyes narrowed closely on her smug form; recognition taking longer than I'd like to set in. It's the secretary Baekhyun supposedly fired. But wait… Weren't there two of them?...

"It's about time everyone meets your girlfriend, Baek." Jongdae drawls, smiling innocently enough while taking his seat. Gleefully twinkling eyes glancing over at Jenny when she smacks his arm, giving him a warning glare.

A few more drinks in and everyone seems to relax; easy going inhibitions and loosened mouths. Now we've moved on to telling old college stories. Minseok is currently recalling a time a classmate had mistaken him for being her star quarterback boyfriend.

"He acted as if he'd beat him to a pulp not knowing that Minseok is actually made of steel." Yixing grins lopsidedly in humor, head tilted to inspect the contents swirling within his glass.

"I challenged him to arm wrestling once." Chanyeol reminisces with a shiver, taking a gulp of his second refill. "Never again."

"Bro, this man could toss you over his shoulder and run a mile, I swear." Jongin's tone has a hint of a whine to it, elbows holding his weight upon the table directly across from Baek. Kyungsoo is quick to slide their glasses out the way of his clumsy hand gestures.

"Sure," Sehun mutters, half-lidded eyes rolling in exaggeration.

"I know from experience..." Jongin grumbles, a hilariously offended look on his face.

I laugh quietly, catching Minseok's eye. "Easy as pie," He smirks behind the rim of his glass, lifting it in a playful cheer and winking mischievously.

"Easy for you to say," Chanyeol full-on complains, the large distance kept between him and Sora causes his arm to constantly bump into Sehun. "Remember that time you slipped off the pier? I almost broke my back tryna pull you back up!"

I laugh harder, having to cling onto Baekhyun's arm before I fall out of my chair, a burning stare makes my eyes drift over to Jongdae.

The table seems to settle down, everyone looking at the narrowed eyed man as well.

"Hey Jongdae, you good man?" Minseok jokes, tentatively nudging his side.

The brunet comes out of his trance, throwing his head back in that rambunctious laughter that never leads to anything good. "Oh yeah." He grins, words noticeably slurred. "Please forgive me, I was just struck by deja vu." His eyes drag over to Baekhyun, curled lip smile widening in glee. "Isn't this scenario familiar to you Baek?" His voice dips in emphasis on the word ‘familiar’ as if it's a hint to an inside joke. "Very very familiar."

"O-kay," Jenny steps in hurriedly as I feel Baekhyun stiffen; she reaches for the shot glass clutched in Jongdae's palms. "I think you’d had enough-"

"How is she, by the way?" He brushes her off, sending the glass falling over onto the table; contents spilled while Minseok is quick to catch it before it hits the floor. "Have you heard from her lately? I mean, she sure is pretty active in our old group chat-"

Chanyeol and Jongin stand up, assisting her in hoisting him up before escorting a blabbering Jongdae outside; the brunet practically a dead-weight. Apologizes are directed to everyone they accidentally bump into along the way; Kyungsoo shortly following behind to help. The worried yet knowing look they all share while stepping out the door is imprinted on my mind. Along with the fact both my potential rides are gone unless I plan to catch a cab with Sehun...

"Want me to drive you home?" Baekhyun murmurs quietly after a while, soft lips caressing the shell of my ear.

I try my best not to shiver, turning to him with what I hope is my best pleading eyed expression. An incoming headache and the desire to sleep it off overpowering all other thoughts as I meet his warm brown orbs, "Please?"

Based on the way his eyes soften even more, I think it worked. "Come on." He offers his hand, smiling a little when I stumble trying to get off of my high chair.

A gust of wind blows just as we step out into the busy street. Baekhyun wordlessly places his blazer on my shoulders. A small smile curls my lips at the gesture; widening further when his warm hand searches for mine, tucking our joined hands into his pocket. His secure hold makes my heart race while we walk to his car parked at a meter on the other side of the road.

"Thank you," I mumble as he opens the passenger door, hiding my heated cheeks in the fabric of his blazer. Heart exhilarating at the lingering scent of vanilla, laundry detergent, and him. I take my phone off of airplane mode once settled in the comfortable leather seat.

Just as we pull off the curb, a loud ding! disrupts the quiet atmosphere. I pull my phone from my hoodie pocket, eyes widening at the messages that come streaming in.

"What is it?" Baekhyun asks curiously with a brief glance, noting the look on my face.

"It's...mom," I mumble, blinking sluggishly; squinting a little at the bright screen. "She's asking when I plan to visit."

"Ahh..." He hums, fingers tapping on the steering wheel. We fall quiet once again, nothing heard except the late-night traffic, low radio volume, and my nails tapping away on my phone screen.

"I wouldn't mind meeting your mom," He mumbles after awhile.

My head snaps over to him at that, neck painfully cracking from the sharp movement. "What?"

"I wouldn't mind meeting your mom." He looks over at me at a red light. "What?" His tone is softer, uncertainty filling his eyes. "Do you not want me to-"

"No!" I interject a bit too hurriedly, backtracking at the doubtful expression playing on his handsome features. "I mean, it's not that. I just…"

He tilts his head, slivers locks of hair concealing the emotion in his brown orbs, "Just?"

"I never brought a guy home," I grumble, shifting my eyes to the view of city lights from the passenger window.

"I'd be the first?" His voice is that soft hush again, tip-toeing around questions as if I will snap at him at any moment.

"Not if you keep being an insufferable peacock," I cross my arms, sinking further down into the comfy leather seat as his wide brown eyes flick over to me.

"...I deserve that," He mumbles, lips poked out in the tiniest pout.

Taking a long look at his sulking side profile, I sigh at his slumped shoulders and the now “scolded” child-like expression on his face; turning more towards him. "Can we talk now?” Catching his eye, I elaborate. "Like really talk? This habit of going days without talking to each other cannot continue if we are going to be together, Baekhyun."

I swear I heard him utter a disgruntled, “why not?” under his breath, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.

"We are both adults here, Baek." Tucking my buzzing phone back into my pocket, I gently place my hand on his free one, interlocking our fingers. "We have to talk, listen, and compromise if we want to be healthy and not end up hating each other." Feeling him tense up, I rub my thumb over his knuckles, adding softly, "I really want us to work, but we can't keep going on this way…" I swallow hard, trying to work around the lump in my throat and tightness building up in my chest; directing my blurry eyes down to my hands. "It hurts, Baekhyun."

The car jerks violently just as I finish my sentence. I brace myself against the seat, meeting his brooding eyes with my confused ones. He's cupping my face to pull me into a deep kiss before I can say anything. The way his soft pillows slowly dance with mine causes my heart rate to escalate. Beating so loud I fear he'd hear it or feel it through his warm palms.

I pull away after a while; searching his brown orbs for answers as he caresses my cheek, leaning forward to press a kiss to my nose that leaves my feelings in an even bigger disarray.

"We will." His tone is gentle, yet firm, eyes never straying away from my own. "We will talk, just…" He falters, gaze shifting off to the side, blinking away a foreign look too soon for me to identify it before focusing his tired orbs back onto me. "Trust me, okay?"

Finding determination and a plea within those puppy eyes, I nod, keeping a resigned sigh to myself while placing my hand over his own on my cheek.

"Okay…" He seems to relax, lips brushing over mine before he moves to sit properly in the driver’s seat; starting the car back up. The journey to the dorms is spent in comfortable silence. Fingers intertwined and wild hearts in sync.

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