#i just have 2 rig the rest of her hair + body. then i'll be done. it's MESSY but i'm shocked i got this far.

[olibavee]

i like how i randomly wondered what monday would look like as a vtuber and now it's like. woag. she's alive lol

[wandasslut3000]

Are you desperate for me?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, car sex, sub!reader, thigh riding, fingering, sex pollen, breast play, marking, praise, cum play, semi clothed sex, mentions of drug trafficking and death.

WC: 2.24k

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You and Wanda are currently in Bari, Italy, on a mission to find locate and arrest a dangerous drug dealer that is rumored to be heading towards London for an important deal.

Your goal is to find his base of operations and destroy his current supply. The suspect in question, Cecil Adams, otherwise known as 'The Count', has been injecting his victims with his test products.

Almost all of them ended up dead within minutes.

"Oh come on."

"It's for the good of the people" Tony said and you rolled your eyes.

"So me and Wanda have to cancel our honeymoon just to find some wack ass Peter Piper? Why can't the police just deal with it?" 

"They've tried, but every officer they sent has come back in a casket. You know we wouldn't have asked you if we didn't need to, but the rest of the team is already assigned elsewhere." Steve informed, crossing his arms and expressing a look of sympathy.

You groaned as you buried your face in your hands in annoyance. Wanda grabbed your hand, stroking the back of it her thumb as an attempt to help you calm down.

"A week in Italy wouldn't really be so bad, just think of it as a last minute change of venue." She whispered and you brought your head up to look at her and her bright green eyes.

"I... alright, fine." You couldn't bring yourself to argue with her, turning back to look back at Tony and Steve.

"You owe us two weeks off after this." Both men nodded in agreement.

Four days into your stay, you and Wanda had found his headquarters, an abandoned wear-house at the edge of the city.

You and your wife are rigging the place to blow. Members of S.H.E.L.D waiting just outside of the property as backup.

Wanda had used her magic to knock out the guards surrounding the area, putting handcuffs onto each of them, and with a snap of her fingers, she'd sent them straight into the secured van.

"You done, baby?" You ask Wanda through your earpiece.

"Everything's all set over here"

"Alright then, just make sure you're safe ok?"

You back away from the building with the remote trigger in your hand, your backpack filled with product in the other, you'd managed to sneak in prior and retrieve some per S.H.E.L.D's instructions.

"I will be detka, are you?"

"I'm safe" You assure her as you take small steps backward and away from the building.

Suddenly you feel a cool piece of metal brace itself against your throat, strong muscular arms wrapping themselves around you.

You sigh, reaching for the man's wrists and throwing him on the ground, the knife in his hand flying into the distance.

You hear him groan before you flip him on his back, grabbing a pair of handcuffs from your bag and putting his hands behind his back, locking him in place.

"For someone who's created such a hassle, you really need better fighting skills." You mutter, Wanda picking everything through the mic.

You cuff him and grab him by his hair, holding his head up. Pulling a chloroform-laced cloth from your pocket, you knock him unconscious.

"Luybov? What happened?"

"We've caught our culprit." You chuckle as you picked the man up, throwing him over your shoulder and heading towards the front of the warehouse.

You set Adams down, his body limp against the cemented ground.

"Ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

"5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."

Boom.

The warehouse erupts into a riot of flames, painting the area in orange and red.

You notice a puff of smoke head in your direction but it's unlike anything you've seen before, it was... pink?

You tried your best to avoid it but you couldn't, the cloud reaching you and the moment you inhaled it, you cough heavily.

Wanda uses her powers to contain the fire and puts it out, red wisps of her magic encasing the remaining smoke, clearing it into thin air.

Once you can finally breathe, you turn to pick Adams up and hand him into S.H.E.I.L.D's custody. A group of agents taking him into the back of the van along with rest of his henchmen.

You hand one agent your bag of evidence, receiving a nod in thanks before they get inside and drive off.

"You alright?" You feel Wanda's hand grab your shoulder from behind you, her voice is laced with so much love and a hint of worry that makes you fall even deeper for this woman.

You nod, turning to face her and wrapping your arms around her neck, pulling her in for a desperately lustful kiss.

The moment your lips make contact you can't help the moan you let out at the sensation. When you pull apart, she noticed how of how your pupils have dilated drastically.

"I think it's time we go back to the hotel, don't you agree?" Your fingers playing with the pendant of her necklace, Wanda smiles back at you and nods, giving you another peck that makes your heart skip a beat.

You'd never felt this needy before.

She brushes her hand past your ear making your breath hitch, disappoint running though you when you realize she was only trying to grab your earpiece, taking her's out right after and putting them in her pocket.

Hand in hand, you both head to car that Tony had lent you for your time here. Wanda opens the door for you, a blush painting your cheeks at her chivalry.

She then heads into her spot in the drivers seat, starting up the car and putting the hotels address in the built-in GPS system.

Once on your way, you feel Wanda's hand on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. You were starting to lose your composure, though the act was innocent, the heat in your pants was becoming unbearable.

"Oh my poor baby," she coos, "I can read your thoughts; they're quite loud."

"Are you desperate for me?"

You feel your eyes shut for a moment at her accent slipping into her words, your thighs clenching at the rasp in her voice.

You grab her hand, bringing it down to your clothed pussy, making her feel how your wetness had already stained through your uniform.

Wanda bites her lip, making a sudden turn, slowing down, and coming to a complete stop in an empty lot. You look at the screen on the dashboard, your hotel a fifteen-minute drive away.

You awkwardly shift towards her, straddling her lap, and reaching to the side for the lever of the seat, pushing it downwards.

She cups your cheeks and kisses you deeply, your tongues meshing together in a familiar dance.

Wanda unzips your suit from the front, smiling at your lack of bra. You pull apart so you can slip it off and throw it somewhere into the backseat, leaving you in just your panties.

You gasp when she sucks different marks onto your neck and collarbone, teasing you.

She's looking at you with innocent eyes, batting her lashes and pressing kisses against your skin, she then takes your nipple into her mouth, her free hand toying with your other breast, making you throw your head back in pleasure.

You move your hands to the back of her head, moaning lightly whilst treading your fingers through her silky strands. "You want me to touch you detka?" She mumbles against you and your breathing gets heavier. 

"Please."

You buck your hips against her, grinding on her thigh pathetically, the friction of your panties brushing against your clit in the just the right way, little gasps and moans escaping your throat without permission.

Wanda releases your nipple, a string of saliva being the only thing connecting her to your chest, the sight making you whimper.

You look down at her with dewy eyes, the ache in between your legs becoming unbearable. Your breath shudders when you feel her fingers slip your underwear off, making contact with your wet folds, and you bite your lip at the feeling.

"So wet for me." She whispers, your eyes shutting when her slim digits make contact with your clit, and you can't help the noises that escape your lips. "You like when I touch you like this princessa?"

"Yes- fuck." You moan when she starts to tease your entrance, spreading your wetness thought your folds. When her fingers finally enter you, your eyes roll to the back of your head as she starts to pump them in and out of you.

"Such a pretty girl." Wanda coos, placing hot open mouthed kisses on your neck and jawline, her fingers curling ever so slightly on every pull out driving you insane, a familiar hot coil building up in your stomach.

Wanda repositions her hand, placing her two fingers on her pubic bone, using her free hand to help guide you into riding her.

"You make such pretty noises my darling, make some more." she smiles sweetly at you, making you groan at her words.

Your hands fly to her shoulders to help hold you up, your nails digging into the fabric of her suit, her lips back going to suck onto your nipples, your hips bucking frantically in your effort to chase you upcoming climax.

"Mm- mhmm, yes- Wanda, right- right there!" You squeal when she moves her thumb to put pressure on your neglected bundle of nerves.

"You're so beautiful" she murmurs against you before she pulls away, moving her other hand towards your ass, squeezing it gently.

"I'm gonna cum... fuck, baby I'm gonna cum! " Your eyes roll as you let the pleasure faze through you, you hide your face into her neck though your orgasm, pressing a light kiss there as your body trembles around her.

"You did so good detka, such a good girl." You hear her praise, rubbing up and down your back soothingly, as you slowly start to come down from you high.

When you lean back and open your eyes, they land on a lust ridden Sokovian, her pupils completely enlarged as she pulls her digits out of you.

Wanda brings her fingers towards her lips before slipping them both into her mouth, You feel another surge of wetness flow through you, slightly coating Wanda's thighs with my you slick.

She hums, "So sweet." She says as the swipes her fingers through your folds again, your head falling onto her shoulder as you shudder at the feeling.

You feel Wanda hold you up slightly, digits coated with your cum, you moan when she starts to pull at your nipples. "You like that, don't you?" She smiles before pulling you into another kiss.

She moves her lips downwards towards your chest, taking each bud into her mouth, tasting your juices as she swirls her tongue around them.

"Do you think you can do one more for me?" You nod, and she positions you onto her left thigh, guiding you hips as you start to grind onto her.

You whimper as your clit comes into contact with her skin each time you move your hips, Wanda pulls you into another lip lock, grabbing you by the back of your neck with one hand while her other one helps your movements.

"God- you feel so good..."

Wanda smirks against your lips before moving her hand from my hips towards your overstimulated clit, rubbing tight circles around it before pinching it, sending you into a deeper state of pleasure.

You scream her name and a string of curses, trying to steady your breathing. "So perfect for me." She whispers as she kisses your forehead.

"I love you" You say as you kiss her nose, watching how it scrunches adorably.

"I love you too" She returns, pecking your lips and hugging you close. Both of you sighing in content at the skin on skin contact.

[camillemonty]

Crush

JJ x Reader|Kook

Summary: You just moved to outer banks and you are not so thrilled about your new kook life as your parents and are curious about how your summer will be. As the summer goes on surprises come along with ups and downs, tears and laughter, new friends and family.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 (p1), Chapter 4 (p2)

Chapter 5 - Midsummer

It’s been five days since the kegger, five days since you broke up with Liam. You haven’t talked to anyone but your mom and your best friend. You haven’t go out either, been distracted enough by your mom, moving furniture all around the house and the books you start reading but don’t finish. You told your mom about Liam, just the breakup, she never really liked him, and she was right, she always is. Liam hasn’t come to your house either, but for that you were thankful. You were at the dock laying on one of the benches listening to music when a boat stopped in front of you.

“y/n” you hear Sarah, as you put on pause the music.

You sat on the bench and looked at her, the rest of the group in the boat. “Hey” you smiled.

"We are going to the marsh, do you want to come with us?” she asked

“Oh don’t worry there’s no need…” you started but John B cuts you off.

“We want you to come” he said.

“Well just give me five minutes” you smiled.

You went back home to put on a swimsuit and threw a towel in your backpack. Downstairs you opened the fridge and saw a six-pack of beer, you grabbed it, the same thing with a couple of bags of chips you saw, tossing all in a pool bag from your mom, finally you took your keys and went out, towards the boat that was waiting for you.

“Wow what you got there?” JJ questioned while grabbing the bag for you as you hop in.

“Well I couldn’t come with empty hands” you shrug “I'll feel guilty about it” 

John B made his way to the marsh, but not without giving you a little tour and talk about all kind of stuff that had happened in Outer Banks. As soon as the boat stopped JJ and Pope jumped in the water, the day was hot and you wanted to toss your shirt out but deep inside you felt a little insecure, so you didn’t do it, Kie was already shirtless, soaking up the sun, and Sarah was whispering stuff in John B’s ear, you just leaned back closing your eyes, face up to the sun while your hair fell out the boat, you could hear the splashing coming from JJ and Pope and the giggles between John B and Sarah. Nearly falling asleep a patting on your leg catches your attention, you slightly opened your eyes it was Kiara.

“Are you coming?” she asked. You sat and saw around you, everyone was in the water.

“C’mon Y/n” John B called you. 

You stood up and took your shirt off, JJ watching every move you made, you took your shorts off, and standing next to Kie, about to jump, you felt JJ’s glare on you, Kie jumped first and you followed her, the water was amazing, removing every sign of heat in your body, you popped your head out of the water and swam close to the group.

“Good isn’t it” asked Sarah. 

“Oh yes” you nodded.

“Wait till we go to the beach” JJ said.

“Yeah, you have to come with us” Kie agreed. You felt your heart get warmer.

“So are you liking outer banks?” John B questioned.

“Yes… I am” you nodded.

JJ started a water fight right after that, so the next thing you know is that everyone was fighting back in between giggles, insults, screams, and splashes. After a while in the water you all decided to come out and eat something, you were the last one to get into the boat, taking JJ hand as help, you gave him a shy smile and went to the other side, he looked at you, his eyes lingering your body almost all exposed, Pope noticed it and slapped JJ in the back of the head. 

“What was that for?” JJ asked 

“Just taking you out of your trance” he chuckled pointing at you with his chin making JJ rolls his eyes.

You put on your shirt and sat next to Kie to help her with the food while Sarah was grabbing the beer. Kie handed Pope a sandwich, they looked at each other and smiled, you glanced in between the two, something was happening with them. She gave you another one and chinned up at JJ, you turned at him, offering the sandwich with a smile.

“Thank you princess” he said grabbing it, his fingers touching yours. You rolled your eyes with the faint of a smile on your lips.

Sarah handed you a beer, you all were quiet for a second, enjoying the food. “So Y/n” started John B, mouth still full “Why did you move here?”

You took a sip of the beer “My dad was offered a job here” you explained.

“Sorry if I ask but how’s that your Liam moved here too?” Pope questioned.

“Our dads work together” you grab a bite from your sandwich, he nodded.

The chat went on, they all asked you a lot of stuff, and later John B and the guys started to tell you their funny stories and adventures, how they all met, the hundreds of fights JJ has been on, how they met Kiara, and that at the beginning Kiara and Sarah hated each other but that they were like best friends now. Kiara talked to you about how she wanted to make a campaign to save the turtles, and that we have to save the earth. They were all so friendly, you liked them a lot; they were their own little family and loved each other so much, you were happy that they invited you to spend the day with them. The beers were over and so all the food, the sun was starting to set behind, you were all laying across the boat, just talking. JJ was seating next to Kiara, she was next to you. You saw JJ lighting up the joint, he blows out the smoke and saw you looking at him, with a smirk on his face he extended his arm in front of Kie and offered you the cigarette without saying a word, just like the other night, you grabbed it and placed it in between your lips, took a drag, and returned it, unaware that everyone was looking at the exchange, they all glanced in between each other, with confused smiles, JJ took another drag and then offered it to Kie.

“Didn’t know you smoke” said Pope.

“I don’t” you replied.

“Didn’t know you were a liar” JJ scoffed.

All the looks on him now “I only took a drag the other night” you narrowed your eyes. The other four looked at each other again, a scowl on their faces.

“The other night?” Kie asked, the shadow of teasing in her voice. 

“At the Kegger” said JJ simply. With more confusing looks, as well as widen eyes and smiles, they were getting brand new information.

“When?” was the only thing that came out of Pope's mouth.

"After I broke up with Liam, he went to ask me if I was ok and then offered me a drag” you shrug, thinking it was no big deal.

“Oh he did” John B does his best not to laugh “such a gentleman” he teased. 

JJ rolled his eyes “I thought you were with a touron” Kie tilted her head in question. That's when you understood where the fun came from, he didn't tell his friends he was with you that night.  You felt a little embarrassed and awkward.

“I was, this was before, and then I went back with the touron” JJ shrugs. They looked at each other, knowing they will continue to tease him when you weren’t around.

“Last jump?” Sarah offered, noticing in your eyes that you were uncomfortable, standing up at the edge, giving a glance around the boat.

“Last jump” Kie and John B agreed with her, being followed by Pope.

You were left in the boat with JJ, he stood up and looked down at you “coming?” he asked. 

You nodded and stood up at the edge, looking at the others swimming, the sun already making shadows in the water. JJ stood up next to you, very close, you turned to look at him, his blue eyes looking straight into yours; you could see the smile on his lips when his hand touched your side, pushing you into the water, but even with the surprise you were fast enough and grabbed his hand, pulling him with you. You pop out your head first laughing at his failure. He came out to the surface and shook his head, getting his blonde hair off his face.

“I’ll kill you” he said laughing.

You were all in the boat, going back home. You felt tired and your skin was hot, pretty sure you had a sunburn. You saw your house in the distance and started to get your things together.

“What are you doing this weekend?” John B asked.

"I’ll probably go looking for a dress” you replied.

“For what?” JJ questioned.

“Midsummer” you said like it was no big deal.

“Are you going?” asked Sarah with a big smile on her face, you nodded “Oh my god yes!” she hugged you “we are going to have so much fun” she turned to see Kie.

“Not that I’m not excited for you coming is that I didn’t want to go in the first place” Kie explained herself.

“Don’t worry I didn’t know I was going until five days ago” you said.

"Who are you going with?" Sarah asked.

"Lane" you replied, the look on her face changed, like a sad look, you took a mental note to ask Lane about it.

The boat stopped in front of the dock and you hopped out. You turned back at them and said goodbye, they said it back and started their way home. You entered your room and threw your backpack on the floor, went straight into the shower, and put your pj’s on, downstairs you find your mom and she reproached you for the fact that you didn’t put on sunscreen. You grabbed something to eat and went back to your room, deciding it was time to text Lane.

-Hey!- 

-Hey!!!- She replied immediately.

-Do you still want me to go dress hunting with you?-

-Of course I want to!-

The days went fast in the solitude of your house, you spent your day reading and scrolling through your phone. You didn’t want to go out by yourself in case you ran into Liam. You had seen him once since the breakup, he was at the front door of his house with the other guys, you were coming back home for a walk and it was for the way they saw you that you don’t want to go alone. You hated this, hated that he was your neighbor; at least until the summer ended.

Saturday arrived before you could notice it. You walked out of the third boutique and you were exhausted, you had tried on at least 20 dresses and didn’t like any of them, Lane had tried more and she felt the same.

“I could use a break right now” you sigh.

“Oh I was about to say the same thing” she nodded.

You two walked in the direction she thought this Caffe shop would be and thank god it was there. You two sat at a little table and waited for someone to come to grab your order, both of you ordered an ice tea, the heat was just too much. The guy arrived with your drinks and you both thanked him. It was deliciously refreshing.

“Can I ask you something?” you asked after a while and she nodded “What happened between you and Sarah?”

Her eyes widened in surprise not expecting that question “we were like best friends, but when she started dating John B she totally bailed on me and the girls” you nodded at her response "I don’t hate her if that’s what you are thinking”

"I wasn't thinking that" you said.

You sat tiredly in the chair, waiting for Lane to come out with dress number eight "Ok, I think I found it” you looked up, she was wearing a navy blue long dress, with little stripes on her shoulders, her back was naked, but the front was more reserved, she looked amazing.

“Wow” you said “that’s definitely going to attract some glances, good glances” you corrected.

She smiled at you and then at her reflection “your turn”

You tried the third dress you grabbed and it was beautiful, it was a baby pink silk dress, long until your ankles, it had a cut on one of the sides, but not too high, your back was covered and the V cut was revealing but not too much, it was flattering. You stepped outside of the dressing room waiting for Lane’s opinion, she looked at you and for the smile on her face, you knew she liked it.

“Oh my god it's perfect” she clapped and you smiled shyly.

The week flew and before you could notice it was already Friday, midsummer was today. You were nervous, everything Lane could talk about was the party, she was telling you all the gossip from past midsummer but her voice was a blur in the background.

"Earth to y/n" she said as she moved her hand in front of your face "What are you thinking?"

"Nothing I'm just nervous" you shrugged your shoulders.

She smiled "c'mon we will have fun" she squeezed your hand and glanced over the magazine in her lap again. 

You were at a salon, she begged you to come with her to get your makeup and hair done, it was full of other girls all of them getting ready for tonight. 

You look at your reflection in the full-length mirror from Lane's room and your jaw almost touched the floor, the silk of the dress waved down in your body showing the golden heels you bought for the dress, the makeup even better than what you could imagine, pink smokey eyes and nude lipstick, simple but beautiful.

"Girl you look amazing" Lane said from behind. You turned at her, she looked amazing too, her makeup a little more exaggerated than yours.  

"Me? Look at you" you said, she smiled and turned around, showing her self. 

She handed you a little flower crown that matched the color of your dress, you took it, confusion in your eyes "it's a tradition" she said grabbing hers and puts it on her head. 

The Island Club was beautiful, the entrance was decorated with flowers and little lights. There were already a lot of people, all dressed up, you saw your parents in the distance as you walked through the entrance. Lane and you walked toward a huge glass door, outside there was a big terrace and a lot more people, most of them younger, you saw Liam, with Rafe and the rest, Rebecca hanging on Liam's arm. Lane squeezed your hand and smiled at you.

"Let's go for drinks" She spoke. You nodded and followed her.

She lied to the bartender saying the drinks were for your parents. Both of you laughed as you two hid behind a bush. Lane's eyes dilated and a silly smile appeared on her lips. You looked at where she was looking and saw Peter and his friends. Peter saw her immediately and came towards you two. He said hi, his eyes lost in Lane's as she smiled. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. All of his friends chuckled at him.

"Hey get off my sister" said one of the guys that came with him getting in between them. Lane rolled her eyes and hugged him.

"I missed you" she said as he hugs her back "this is y/n" he pulled him back and introduced you.

"Nice to meet you" you said.

"Cooper" he shakes your hand as he glances at you up and down.

You did the same thing, he was brunette as Lane, with bright green eyes and a charming smile. He is wearing a light grey tux and his hair to the side.

You were listening to one of Peter's friends talk for about an hour when Cooper that was next to Lane walked away, standing now next to you. 

"Hey" he smiled at you "When did you arrive" He asked.

"Almost a month ago" 

"Oh nice, are you liking Outer Banks?" 

"Yes"

"I'm glad to hear that" he smiled again "have you gone to the bar at lighthouse yet?" You shook your head "well that's a problem" he said joking.

"Why?" You asked.

"Well because is a very beautiful place with a nice view and I can't believe no one has taken you there" 

"Well that's Lane's fault" you replied joking.

He shook his head and tickled with his tongue "that sister of mine" you both laughed "Me, on the other hand, can make a difference and take you one of these days, if you want" he glanced at you, a flirty smile in his face.

"I'll think about it" you smiled.

The two of you continued chatting for a long time, he took every chance he could to compliment you or telling you that you looked beautiful tonight, you felt flattered not in a million times you would have imagined that someone would try to flirt with you tonight, much less Lane's brother. You saw Sarah and Kie in the distance and excused yourself out to go find them.

"Hey" you said when you were close enough. Both turned around and gave you a big smile. 

"Hey" Sarah hugged you, followed by Kie "you look beautiful" 

"You two look amazing too" you replied. 

"You are not drinking?" Kie notices your empty hands and shook her head, disappearing just for a moment to come back with another glass of champagne for you "if we have to go through this night better do it drunk" 

"C'mon, let's dance" Sarah took your now empty glasses and dragged you to two to the dancefloor. 

In between laughs, turns and hidden glasses of champagne the three of you were having so much fun. Even Lane and Peter's friend joined you, the girls putting on pause their fight. You were dancing with Lane, back to back to some music, until you felt a hand grabbing you by the waist and hand, turning you to face him, making you slow dance as the song changed. 

"Hello" said Liam, you tried to pull him away but he was stronger and his grip on you only got harder "I just want to talk"

"Well I don't" you hissed.

"C'mon y/n, don't be a brat," he said, "I just want to know how are you doing?"

"I was doing just fine until you arrived" he rolls his eyes and grabs you even tighter, your chests squeezed into each other "don't you have a date to go to?" 

He smiled "but we are having fun" his hand went down your spine. Your eyes widen while you try to push him off.

"Get off me" you mad whispered a devilish smirk on his lips. 

"Don't you miss being this close to me?" He whispered back. The smell of alcohol hits you. You looked into his reds eyes and a shiver ran down your spine, remembering the night he hit you. You pushed him once more and a laugh escaped from his lips "Don't you miss the feel of my lips" he kissed you in the neck.

"Stop it" your voice almost broke, making him chuckle. 

"Everything ok?" The sudden voice makes you both turn. 

"Yes, everything is ok" Liam answered. 

Cooper looked you in the eyes and realized you were uncomfortable, not to say scared "May I have a dance with the lady?" He asked and without expecting an answer he grabs Liam's arm and took your hand "thank you" he gently pulled you from his grip and placed your hand in his shoulder, forcing Liam to let go of your other hand, you looked at the harsh expression on Liam's face, knowing this little conversation wasn't over, he walks away and you let go a relaxed sigh.

"thanks" 

"Are you ok?" He asked and you nod "not that I want to intrude but you looked a little scared back there so can I ask what was that about?" He said as you two swung around with the slow music. 

"He is my ex" you explained "we broke up a week ago" 

"Oh I see" he nodded "so you were scared because he was drunk" you glanced at him with surprise "you could smell the guy from like 5 feets away" he said "not to mention his eyes gave him away" you didn't say anything and kept swinging around until the song ended "do you want to go grab something to drink?"

"Yeah I would like to" you both smiled as he offered you his arm, you took it laughing. 

The Van parked in front of the Island Club and the guys hopped out of it, walking to a side of the big house when they could see the party going. 

"Did you texted Sarah?" JJ asked.

"Yes she told me to give her 5 minutes" said John B. as the three arrived at the beach entrance of the terrace. 

JJ glanced all over the people looking for the familiar faces of the girls when he saw you, close to where he was standing, his eyes wandered all your body, looking carefully at everything your dress covered and everything that doesn't. He already thought you were pretty, even if he didn't want to admit it, but tonight you were even more beautiful if that was possible, your hair fell over your shoulders to the middle of your back, your eyes looked brighter because of the makeup and your lips looked more provocative than ever. He swallowed thickly at the thoughts that went through his mind at the moment.

John B and Pope looked at his friend in his hypnosis and couldn't resist the quiet laugh that escaped from their mouths. 

"Dude, are you ok?" Pope asked.

"What?" JJ turned around in confusion, making the guys laugh harder.

"You are so into y/n" John B said. 

"No, I'm not" JJ lied. 

"I've never seen that face on you before" Pope stated.

"What face?" JJ questioned. 

"I should have taken a picture" said Pope and JJ roll his eyes. 

"Why don't you admit it dude?" John B wrapped his arm around JJ's shoulders. 

"There's nothing to admit" JJ growled.

"C'mon man" Pope started. 

"Shut up" JJ huffed and got out of John B's arm "Call your girl, let's get out of here" 

John B texted Sarah, telling her to invite you too. 

JJ took s few steps away from the boys, so he could look at you without being teased, that is when he noticed that you weren't alone. You were talking and laughing to a Kook he knew too well. Jealousy filled his veins as he saw him guide you to another place, his hand in your back. He lost you in the crowd and walked back to the boys.

"Why are they taking so long?" JJ asked. 

"They are just saying goodbye" John B lied. 

You followed Cooper at one of the tables, while he talked about the trip his dad made him go to. He was nice but deep down gave you the same vibe as Rafe, he liked to brag about everything he had and the things he has done, thinking that made him more interesting. But the big difference was that you enjoyed his company and the fact that being with him kept Liam away. 

"Hey y/n" Sarah interrupted him "we are going to the beach and the guys told me to invite you" 

You felt your chest get warmer as a smile appeared on your face, not that you weren't having fun here but the fact that they wanted you to come with them made you happy. 

"Sure I'll go" you nodded "just let me say goodbye" you turned your head to Cooper, he took a step ahead and kissed you on the cheek.

"See you around" he said. 

You smiled and walked towards Lane to say goodbye, she hugged you. 

You followed the girls towards the beach and got out the terrace, in the distance you saw the three guys standing. When you were close enough you and JJ locked stares. You gave him a little smile and he did the same.

"Well hello girls" John b talked, the three of you said hi. "Let's get going" 

The group walked to the Van and hopped in, the drive to the beach was fun, music blasting through the speaker as they all sang along the lyrics. John B parked in front of an empty boneyard. You all got out of the van and Pope pulled out a keg beer and a pack of red solo cups. When you arrived at the sand, you and the other two took off your heels and walked towards the boys, where they were already making the bonfire. You all sat around it and started talking. 

"Did you liked your first midsummer y/n?" Pope asked you. 

"It was fun" you nodded "for a Kook party" everyone laughed.

"C'mon I saw you having fun with Cooper" Kie teased and winked at you. JJ rolls his eyes as the same warm he felt earlier filled his chest again.

"Cooper? Copper Miller?" John B. asked as you nod taking a sip from your beer. "I didn't know he was back" 

The talk went on for a few minutes until Sarah came up with the idea of playing a drinking game. 

"Let's play never have I ever!" She almost screamed. The group huffed at Sarah's idea.

"Ok I'll start" said Kie as she settled in the sand "I've never swum naked on the marsh" his eyes straight to JJ, he rolls his eyes and drinks the beer "I knew it!" She laughed.

"I've never sent someone a nude" he said knowing Kiara would drink, but for the surprise of everyone, you drank too.

"Look at that" Jonh B. teased. 

JJ's glare fell on you, you looked at him, his eyes a little darker than before "you go" he said to you.

"I'm very bad at this" you chuckle "but since I'm pretty sure you all had… I've never gone surfing" 

They all laughed and drank from their beers. The rest of the game went on, you and the rest of the group were laughing your lungs out, half of the barrel already gone. You felt your body warmer but couldn't know if it was for the alcohol or the fire in front of you, so when you touched your cheeks and barely felt anything you knew it was the alcohol. You were now seated in between Sarah and Kie. Once every couple of minutes you glanced up to find the blue eyes already looking at you, the orange light barely illuminating his face. You don't know if it was all because of the alcohol in your system but JJ was more handsome than ever, his messy blond hair back, his arms that showed off from his tank top, the blue eyes that got brighter every time he laughed and the constant smirk on his face made you feel something deep down in your stomach. 

Every time JJ catched you looking at him made his chest feel tighter, he could notice that you were examining all of him, he saw your eyes wandering his body, a smirk covered his face, glad that he caught your attention. And he couldn't help but to do the same, every time you looked away he took the chance to look at you better, your dress raised up a little for how you were seating, showing more of your smooth skin, his eyes traveled all the way from your legs to your arms, giving a glance to your collarbones and cleavage, he stopped in your face, the cut on your lips was gone, your eyes were bright and narrowed a little every time you laughed or smiled. 

Let's go to the water" said Sarah all of the sudden taking you both out of your trance. Everyone agreed screaming and got up in a jump, leaving you alone in the sand. 

"You are not coming?" JJ asked making everyone to look at you

You shook your head "I… I don't like it" 

"You don't like the water?" asked Pope with confusion.

"No, it just that…" you shrug "It scares me" you admitted murmuring.

"What scares you exactly?" JJ asked frowning his browns.

"It's dark, I can't see my feets" all of them resisted the laugh.

"C'mon at least soak your feets a little" Sarah insisted.

You nodded and stood up, not without stumbling, realizing that you were more than a little drunk. They chuckled at you, you did the same. The guys took off their shirts and threw them in the sand. You walked behind them, and couldn't stop yourself from biting your lower lip as you looked at JJ's back. 

"I'll wait for you here" you said as you stopped walking when the water hit your ankles, grabbing your dress by the edge.

They all nodded. You saw how they jumped into the water, swimming away, heads popping out in the distance, water until their necks. It gave you chills only to look at them and the thought of being next to them. From where you stand you could see John B and Sarah hugging and Pope and Kie dangerously close, JJ was nowhere to be found, which worried you, but he popped out close to them. You closed your eyes, feeling the sand in between your toes and the sound of the waves, a bad idea because since you were drunk you felt like everything around was moving. You opened your eyes again and played with the sand in your feets. You hear a little splash and saw JJ closer to you, he swam until he could be on his feet and walked until the water arrived at his waist. You took a couple of steps, water now arriving at your knees. 

"I see you are getting brave" he teased.

"No, I'm not" you chuckled "maybe is the beer" JJ laughed.

"Take another step" he said and you shook your head "C'mon y/n" he insisted "here take my hand" you shook your head again "C'mon trust me" 

"I don't want to ruin the dress" you offered as an excuse. 

"You can always take it to the laundry" he said quickly "Just until your waist"

You gave him a doubting glare but accepted his hand, he smiled at you, making his eyes almost shut. You started to walk towards him, without realizing that with every step you made he made one too, going deeper. The water arrived at your waist quickly and you stopped. 

"C'mon" he looked at you right in the eyes. You don't know why but you took another step, making him smile. JJ felt something jumped in his stomach at the fact that you trusted him to take another step. In the distance, the other four were watching you two, glances in between them. 

The water was now at your chest, the fabric of the dress stuck to your body, you breathed heavily and didn't know if it was for the cold water or the terror of not seeing half of your body. 

"Don't look down, look at me" JJ said and you nodded.  His blue eyes looking straight at yours and the wet hair all over his head, half of his naked chest was still outside. You squeezed his hand, he took another step, and suddenly JJ had the water on his neck. "Ok, just one more y/n" 

As you took that last steep you felt the sand disappeared down at your feets. "Oh my God," you whispered.

He grabbed you by your forearms, you did the same thing. He smiled at you and you did it back "See it's not that bad" he said making you laugh. 

"Said that to yourself" you replied. 

You looked at him now that he was so close, scanning his face, the little scar on his cheek, probably from a recent fight, his blue eyes, his lips, he was definitely the most handsome guy you have seen since you arrived in Outer Banks. You thought that since the day he leaned over the table at the ice cream shop, but you had only admitted to yourself now.

"Don't look at me like that" he said, but he didn't mean it. He liked the way your eyes wandered in his face.

Your checks tinted in red as you let go a little laugh "sorry" 

The next thing he did, he did it on purpose, JJ carefully moved one of his feet closer to your leg, barely touching you. You jumped in the water pulling him closer to you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist, pulling you even closer, your chests squeezed into other others. JJ felt something in his chest, happy that his plan worked out, not sorry at all.

"Something touched my leg" you said, your mouth in his ear.

"Maybe a little fish" he said grabbing you tightly. 

You two stayed like that for a while, you were too scared to talk so JJ just enjoyed having you that close.

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NIKKI

My lawyer looks completely unimpressed with my lack of shoes, shirt, and dignity as he leans back in his chair behind his desk, rubbing his temples. 

"It doesn't work like that, Nikki, I'm afraid." He informs me finally, sitting up and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his desk. 

"I was declared dead for two minutes. I died. My wife's technically a widow." 

"You can't annul a four year marriage on the basis of 'I died for two minutes.' Some cases of actual death, it can take an act of congress for widow or widower to have an annulment for a marriage where their spouse is no longer alive, legitimately." He explains and I roll my eyes. 

"So, what, I just get some divorce papers or something?" 

"Unless I declare mental incapacity given that you went through a traumatic series of events within the last twenty-four hours and this could possibly be a very serious lapse in judgement." He argues and I stare at him.

"Stop pulling my dick." 

"I'm not 'pulling your dick.' I just don't want you to make this decision and then regret it when your head clears." 

I managed to wear him down and by the next morning, he left the papers by Tommy's door after Vince mentioned to me that Viv stayed over there with Tommy and Heather.

When I get home, Karen opens the door and looks at me, wide eyed and confused. 

"H-Hey?" She says as I push past her and go to the phone, opting to change my answering machine. 

"Hey, it's Nikki." I say. "I'm not here because I'm dead." 

Karen just looks at me, astounded, and I go to my room, slamming the door. 

I was good and tired and glutton for punishment because I got home that night and loaded up the biggest shot of smack I could muster and pulled the trigger.

I wake up with a sharp pain in the crook of my arm, a needle still in my skin as blood trails my forearm to collect in my palm...Jesus fucking Christ, I've officially lost it. 

I take the needle out and force myself up to trudge to the living room to check my messages. 

Things like, "You're an asshole," and "that's not funny," tend to be the common theme. 

I guess I need to change my answering machine. 

I comb through to see if I have anything from Viv. 

Now would be a good time to hear her bitch me out for almost making her kill herself--because, lets face it, she's gonna blame it on me, anyway. 

Nothing's found, though. 

"Fuck, Vivian." I sigh out, sitting on the carpet in the living room, rubbing my forehead as a new message comes on…

"You fucker, you would be the one to fucking OD and die and then get up right after and file for divorce as if she doesn't have enough shit going on, already." 

I furrow my brows at the voice. 

"Axl the Twat?" I say aloud, confused, as he finishes with, "fuck you, you fucking fuck." 

He hangs up and I raise my brows. 

Did I die and wake up in a parallel universe? Axl defending Vivian? 

Is this hell? 

It cuts to the last message. 

"Hey, umm...I don't know if you'll get this or not or if…" Vanity. "...I don't know what's going on but I heard something terrible on the radio and I suppose it was true--well, kind of, um…" she sighs. "We're not together anymore and I get that I just hope you're o--"

"Fuck that." I grumble, hitting delete. 

I fall back and I look up at myself. 

It's fucked that I bought this fucking house for Viv, and she's not even staying in it anymore. 

I feel like I promised her so much and haven't given a damn thing to her except reasons to want to throw herself off of balconies.

I look down at my arm, dried blood still on my skin. 

I'm fucking tired of this shit. 

I let my complete exhaustion of being sick fuel me to dig through everything I own and throw out all of my rigs, any other drugs in my path, and even pour everything to get drunk off of down the sink--even the fucking cooking-wine. 

Vivian's somewhere catching the holy spirit, probably, just sensing I'm finally fucking done. 

Or she's somewhere in tears over me finally taking the final step to end our relationship. 

I feel like it's dead in every way aside from legal. 

Whisky's laying by the door, whining when I step over him to go throw the big garbage bag out. 

I'd get down there and whine for her, too, but I know this is what needs to be done. 

Our entire relationship has just been one giant clusterfuck, and I don't want to put her through the bullshit of having to try to forgive me and trust me, again. 

I think I've already stolen enough of her peace of mind. 

She'll be happier with Duff, anyway. He's a good guy. A hell of a lot more suited for her than I am. 

My hand rubs the back of my neck and I realize I'm still wearing the small crucifix of her's. 

I'm tempted not to give it back. 

I just sigh and throw the trash out and get back in the house, getting in the shower. 

When I get out, I ruffle a towel through my hair, seeing the light blinking on my answering machine. 

I go over and try to keep myself from getting too excited at the thought of it being Viv before I hit play on my messages. 

"Nikki, it's Doc. I know you feel like horseshit right about now but I need you to come down to the office at 5:00p.m., we're getting you guys together because we need to talk. See you then--preferebly kinda sober and coherent." 

Turns out I'll have my ass chewed by Doc before Viv, after all. 

I know he came down to the hospital and tore Slash and the guys new ones while I was unconscious. 

I'm digging in my garbage for a couple pills to dull down my future shakes that I just know are gonna be coming before sundown. 

Despite being not in shape to fucking drive anywhere, I still go because I know if I don't go, Doc will come here and I don't need him here. 

It's morbid walking into the office to see Vince, Tommy, and Mick sitting and waiting for me while Doc sits behind his desk. 

"Fuck me." I complain out loud, dreading what Doc's about to go on about. 

"Sit." Doc tells me and I plop down beside Tommy, sighing, and Doc waits a minute before saying, "I canceled the European tour."

"What?" Vince asks and Mick furrows his brows. 

"What the fuck, Doc--"

"--Shut the fuck up and listen." He cuts me off while Tommy nervously shakes his leg. "If you bastards go to Europe, one of you will come back in a body bag. And I'm not gonna be the fucking manager that runs Mötley Crüe into the ground." He states harshly. 

"That's a fucking first." I laugh out, meanly, and Doc glares at me. "Guess dead rockstars don't make as much money as alive ones, huh? I coulda told ya that after Razzle--"

"--Nikki." Mick states. 

"Where's my wife?" I snap next. 

"Oh, the one you so stupidly filed for divorce from without giving me a heads up first? Probably with her friends that haven't put her through the ringer and fucked her over time and time again." He states. 

"I didn't know I needed permission to make decisions in my personal life--that have nothing to do with Mötley Crüe." 

"Are you two just gonna argue or are we gonna actually talk about why we're here because I have things to do." Vince grumbles. 

"Tommy came to me and told me he's thinking about rehab." Doc tells us and I glance at Tommy, who's avoiding looking at anybody. "I'm not taking Mötley Crüe on tour again, in a studio, whatever, until you guys get your act together." 

We all look at each other, exhaling, and I rub my lips together. 

"Fine." Vince sighs, and Doc looks at Tommy.

He nods. 

"Nikki?" Doc asks and I just stare at him. 

The guys are gone in a few minutes, leaving just me and Doc and I stand up. 

"I wanna see Viv." I tell Doc as he digs through some files, and he looks up and blinks from behind his desk, 

"She said she's not seeing you until you get help." Doc states. 

"She says that but I bet I could find her tonight and still get her under me in less than three minutes." 

"Assuming she's not still under Duff." Doc says and I tense up. "You think I didn't notice how questionably close they got on tour?" He adds. 

"She's going through a crisis." I reply. 

"Can't imagine why." He mumbles. 

"Just tell me where she's at, Doc." I snap. 

"You look like shit. You need to go home and get some fuckin' rest because you're all checking in tomorrow afternoon." He adds. 

"I'm not going anywhere until I see my wife."

"You mean the wife you filed for divorce from?" He questions and I roll my jaw. "Your wife is resting. You should, too."

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I fumble for my key to the apartment, cussing under my breath when I can't get the door opened. 

"Motherfucker." I hiss, finally getting it unlocked and shoving it open…

I slam it shut and toss my keys across the room, hearing Tommy and Vince's room door creak open. 

Vivian crosses her arms, a scowl on her face, her hair tousled from sleep. 

"Could you be any louder?" She snaps, shutting the door behind her, going to the kitchen.

My eyes run up and down her long legs as she heads that way, only in one of Tommy's t-shirts and panties. 

Fuck. Me. 

I go to grab the bottle of Jack on the counter, taking a sip as she gulps some water down, a droplet escaping the glass as she drinks, rolling down her chin to her neck and I watch it, my burning throat getting dry as I try to pull myself together, my prick starting to push against my pants. 

Damnit. 

It's like the sane part of myself is trying to slap the hopelessly horny part of me. 

She's fucking evil, dude, fuck off, I tell myself. 

She's hot. 

You hate each other. 

I wonder what weird shit she's into in bed. 

She's a bitch. You know she's a bitch. Leave her alone. 

Oh, I forgot she's supposedly a virgin.

Go to bed, dumbfuck. GO TO BED. 

That means I get to watch her experience stuff for the first time.

I end up chuckling, amused at the thought of seeing her pretty eyes roll in her head as pleasure bombards her for the first time. 

"What?" She snaps, and I realize I've been staring at her. 

I'm about to answer until I get caught up at the sight of her nipples peering through her shirt...fuck me. 

"Nikki," she shoves at my shoulder, making me take my eyes off of her chest.

She just scoffs. 

"Go touch yourself in the bathroom or something. Jesus." She puts the glass down and walks past me to go back to Tommy's room.

See? Evil. 

I ignore the voice of reason and I catch her wrist and stop her, yanking her closer to me. 

She looks like a deer in headlights for a minute before I'm grabbing at her hair closest to her neck and pulling her to me, kissing her. 

It's a pretty clean kiss, no tongue, no mess, just testing the waters. 

She doesn't push me away or beat me up like I always thought she would do, instead, when I pull away for a moment, she takes a breath, wide eyed, before grabbing me by my jacket, pulling me back in. 

I'm surprised but I don't let it get in the way, taking lead a little to guide her. 

For someone who's never been kissed before (again, allegedly) she's not awful at it like I expected--well, I didn't expect her to be awful because she's never kissed anybody, I expected her to be awful because she's so mean to me. 

Her hands push my jacket off my shoulders and I push my tongue past her lips, coaxing a quiet moan from her. 

Holy shit. 

My hands go to her ass and she grasps at my hair as I pick her up, her legs wrapping around me. 

Just to see if we're on a standard starting basis of common interests, I lift one of my hands and bring it back down, not too hard, but hard enough, and she hums, fucking biting my bottom lip and grinding into me a couple times. 

I have to keep from creaming my pants just by her moving against me. 

You're being stupid, I tell myself, but I can't bring myself to leave her alone now. 

She's been the forbidden fruit or whatever for months now and I just gotta have it. 

I take her to my room and kick the door shut with my foot, taking her to the shitty mattress on the floor. 

I drop her onto it, seeing her in the glow of streetlights. 

"Take your shirt off." I say, lowly, and she rubs her lips together and slowly pulls it over her head, her bare chest exposed and my dick's practically throbbing at this point. 

I take her crucifix in my hand, and she looks down at it as I lick my lips. 

She unfastens it and throws it aside. 

I lean down and kiss her again, trailing down her neck, my tongue against her skin and she gasps out a sharp breath, her hands pulling at my shirt. 

I take it off and she's sitting up and running her palms over my shoulders, down my chest, and I grasp her around her throat, pushing her back to the mattress and I feel a little shiver go up her spine. 

My tongue circles one of her nipples and she lets out bated breaths as I take it between my teeth. 

She moans, loudly, and I move my hand to her mouth. 

"Shh!" I say. "You're gonna wake them up." I add and she nods. 

I do the same to her other breast, with my hand over her mouth, but then I get an idea. 

A glorious, completely selfish idea. 

I take my hand off of her mouth and smirk before kissing the middle of her chest, one of her top ribs, biting into it, hard, making her scratch at my shoulder while covering her own mouth as a sharp moan is forced from her.

I run my tongue over the bite mark and continue down her stomach, stopping at the top of her panties, glancing at her. 

She's still breathing heavy, hands covering her chest, tilting her head to see me. 

I run my hand over her clothed core, a little noise coming from her throat, feeling a big wet spot over her cunt. 

She lifts her hips and starts pulling them down and I take them and discard them, running my fingertips up the inside of her thigh before I rub my thumb around her clit that's slickened wet. 

Her hands jolt to mine between her legs, her back arching, trying her hardest not to be loud. 

I tug her to the edge of the mattress, and grab one of her hands, replacing mine with it before I'm looming over her for a moment. "Touch yourself." I tell her, my lips brushing against hers and I can tell she's blushing under the dark of the room. "C'mon, it's hot, just do what feels good." I add, my lips pressing against hers for a moment before I feel her hand move, a delicate gasp coming from her and I pull my lips from hers to watch her face. 

Her eyes close, her head tilts back while her other hand tangles in her hair. 

I stand up to take my pants off, grabbing at my painfully hard cock when she bucks her hips against her frail fingers. 

"Nikki," she says, eyes still shut, head back, and I rub my hands down my face. 

We haven't even fucked yet and I can already tell she's gonna make me a fucking idiot. 

I get my pants off and run my thumb over my tip and get some precum on it, leaning down and holding it up to her lips. 

"Hold your tongue out," I tell her and she opens her eyes and looks at me, before doing as I say. 

The pad of my thumb rubs it over her tongue and she lets out a satisfied sigh, looking up at me as I lick her spit off my thumb. 

I get back up on my feet for a moment and she gets up and crawls to the foot of the bed, her eyes on my prick, hunger in her eyes…

Nice try, evil bitch, you're not stealing my soul by sucking it through my dick. 

I grab her hair and make her look at me. 

"Lay down." I tell her and doesn't argue, eyes still ravenous…

I kiss up her kneecap to her thigh, sliding up and up until--

"Oh, fuck!" She whimpers out when my tongue swirls her clit around, getting the first taste of Saint Viv. 

My eyes are the ones to roll back, now. 

Holy shit. 

It's good because she's Satan and needs something to trap you with, that little voice comes back. 

Her hands find my hair, her lips find my name and if I don't get ahold of myself, I'll be finding God based on this experience alone.

Apparently she's finding him right now because all she can muster out is, "oh, God." 

I find a good rhythm with my tongue, her pussy starting to grind against my face as teasing, little sultry moans flutter through the room. 

After a minute I feel her body tense up, and I pat myself on the back as she comes, my tongue lapping at her entrance to get drunk off of her, my hands running over her stomach and thighs. 

Vivian claims we just went right into sex without doing anything aside from making out before hand but I distinctly remember going down on her. She must've blacked out once she realized we were about to fool around or something but I remember that happening because it was something I'd dreamed up doing ever since I met her, creepy but honest.

I pry myself from her to grab a rubber behind the head of the mattress, the both of us pulling ourselves up there.

I get it on and turn over, getting on top of her. 

She's already hooking her legs around me before I even line myself up with her. 

She looks like she's high or drunk, eyes nearly shut, her lip between her teeth, her head tilted slightly, exposing her neck. 

I lean down and kiss her neck, her skin damp with sweat and she sighs. 

I rub my tip against her opening and she closes her eyes. 

I push into her, having to coach myself through because fuck her pussy is tight, and she winces, her mouth opening but nothing coming out. I'm about to ask her if she's alright when she speaks first. 

"Take it off." She tells me. 

"What?" 

"The condom, take it off." 

"Are you trying to trap me or something?" I snap at her. 

"I wanna feel you." She tells me softly, and I guess it's kinda sweet, or primal, whatever. 

I pull out of her and take the condom off, dropping it by the bed before I'm pushing back into her. 

We both moan, and I can feel her body stretching to accommodate my entrance, her face showing pain. 

I pullout again, but before I can get out completely, she pulls me back in with her legs, letting out a high pitched breath. 

More of her juices coat over my cock. 

"Fuck, Vivian," I say it, thrusting into her again and she wraps her arms around my back, hugging me to her, and my lips find hers as I push into her again, and again, roughly, the feeling of heaven washing over me each time I go back inside her. 

I make her take every inch, forcing myself to fit the last inch and a half despite her body not having room, and she writhes underneath me. 

"I think I'm bleeding." She tells me breathlessly and I think she wants me to back off or get off her, but when I go to, she says, "No, keep going, it feels good." 

The look on her face is a clear indication that she's into it. 

I'm kind of shocked that churchy Vivian is into the same shit I'm into, and I grab her throat, again, and kiss her, our tongues moving together. 

"I wanna get on top next." She tells me through moans. 

"Why?" I ask. 

"I wanna see it." She says and I furrow my brows for a second before I catch on. 

I'm rolling off of her and onto my back, my hands running up her thighs and waist when she gets on top of me, and I grab myself as she straddles me, pushing it against her before my hands pull  her down onto me. 

She screws her eyes shut, as she sinks down to the hilt, her thighs shaking, and I hit her ass cheek as hard as I can and she gets so tight around me I can't pull out until she relaxes. 

"You can't do that shit." I tell her harshly, biting back my urge to go ahead and come, and she relaxes a little more as my hands hold at her waist, guiding her movements since she's never done this before. 

"Does it feel good?" I ask her, her little moans and whimpers getting me even more hot and bothered. 

"Yes," she nods, tipping her head back. "So good."

I look between us, clear view of her pussy taking it, and I sigh. 

"It looks good, too." I tell her and she leans down over me, her forehead against my chest as she watches me fuck her for a moment before looking at me, kissing me sloppily, her chest pressing against mine making her sigh when her nipples brush against my skin. 

When she pulls away, I'm sticking two fingers in her mouth, taking her by surprise but she starts sucking on them in a second, and I force them down her throat, making her gag, as I start pounding into her, making her nearly shriek out but I gag her with my hand around her throat. 

"You're so pretty." I tell her, spit all down her chin from choking on my fingers, eyes nearly shut, my hand around her throat, and I glance down between us, licking my lips. "That pussy's pretty, too." I add and she cries out when my other hand starts rubbing at her clit. 

I take my hand from her throat and she gasps for air. 

"Nikki, I'm--" 

She can't finish. 

I roll onto her again, getting on my knees and lift her hips, continuing to hammer into her roughly and her eyes go to the back of her head, as her cum soaks the both of us. 

Why the fuck didn't she tell me she can come like that? 

I feel myself reaching my own end and go to pull out but she tugs me onto her, kissing me, her legs snaking around me. 

At first I don't think she realizes I'm about to blow my kids everywhere, then when I try to pullout, she says, "do it in me, I've heard it feels good."

I look at her like she's crazy because it's something I'd never expect her to say. 

"Please, Nikki, let me have it." 

I don't have time to argue because I'm finishing with a grunt and a satisfied smile at the sight of tears of pleasure in her eyes before her lids screw shut, her mouth open as a moan leaves her, her body sparking off with shivers. 

I let her have it.

"You're a slut." I tell her, thrusting into her a couple more times and she hums at my words. 

"Shut up." She says next and I kiss her one last time before rolling off of her. 

She pulls the covers over her chest and closes her eyes, tired, and I watch her for a moment. 

Okay, she may not be a slut, but I know she's gonna be able to get away with murder and I'm gonna let her because she's fucking Vivian. 

I ran myself into my own grave, but heroin and Vivian were major catalysts, but I know I was a catalyst for her own rock bottom, too. We were just too fucking young to know better, I guess. We fell in love and got hooked on playing house without actually stopping to think what all it would look like. Of course, neither of us expected me to be on smack, neither of us expected me to reach the level of stupidity that I reached with Vanity, and neither of us expected her to be conceiving a lovechild while I was next door dying, and I certainly didn't expect to file for divorce first, if at all. I remember that first night together in that shitty apartment got me hooked on her. Not just sex, I actually started listening to what she had to say after that, and wanting to have conversations, and hangout...I fell in love and she made it easy for me to. It was like boiling a frog. Things got worse and worse slowly overtime until BAM! I had Vanity, crack, and junk, and Vivian had Duff and a secret savings account she didn't think our lawyer would get record of. I was pissed, but I knew it was my fault. 

All of it was. 

I had promised her the world and instead stole everything from her like a life-sucking demon. 

She wasn't the evil, manipulative bitch. 

I was.