#why would we want these niggas here?

[actualfairyqueen]

the i in my name stands for indecisive.

[antiwhores]

Leaving - Bakugou x reader

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Part 2

Bakugou lashes out at you and its your last straw. So you leave.

Heavy angst, no comfort cause we die like real niggas, domestic abuse (verbal/emotional), depression, fighting, disappointment,

Wrote this because I’m barely surviving rn 💀 i cannot relapse until Christmas and im fucking DYING !!! Anyway if yall want a part 2 lmk 😈

You’re depressed, so depressed that you can barely get out of bed to pee. Maybe you’re depressed because of the relationship, you cant tell. Maybe its the fact that you starve yourself every time he yells at you as a habit. Or maybe its the fact he doesn’t spend his days off with you anymore. He just goes out drinking with his friends or does whatever the fuck he does. Or maybe its the fact he doesn’t fucking care.

He only says mean things to you now.

“What the fuck? Why’re you so sad? You do nothing all day. You just sit in this house that I pay for. You’re not constantly almost dying, working hard.” He says this to you after he finds you crying in the guest room. You stay silent, its a battle that you dont have the energy to fight anymore.

The next day you go searching for a job. You confine in a friend and she gives you a job at her bookstore. She says that theres too locations you can work at. Apparently, she’ll be moving out of state to the next one soon and she invited you. She knew how horrible you felt. She was giving you an escape.

The next day you make dinner for Katsuki. You both sit down at the nearly abandoned dining table. It was refreshing for a few minutes, even though he didn’t involve himself in any of your conversation. You were just happy he wasn’t yelling at you.

You decide to drop the bomb after 5 minutes of eating. You could hardly contain your excitement when you asked him “Guess what?” He showed hardly any interest in you but some was better than none.

He looked up at you, signaling for you to speak. You beamed at him as you announced your new job. You immediately started to ramble about how cool it’ll be to get out and how excited you were.

You looked up at him and immediately stopped talking. He looked angry, his lip curled upwards and his brows furrowed.

You looked at him with confusion evident on your face. “What’s wrong?” You honestly didn’t expect this reaction. You were just stuck. Why was he angry when you’re finally doing something good?

“Do you think I’m just not capable of providing? I offer you money all the fucking time but you want a job? I give you enough and you dont use it unless its for food. What’s wrong with my money?”

His grip on the chopsticks folded them. You couldn’t even cry yet, you were just shocked. “I thought you’d like it? You always complain about me ‘freeloading’ off of you and how you pay all the bills. I could start paying too!”

You flinched as he slammed his fists against the table. “I don’t need your stupid fucking 9-5 money! Im the number 6 hero! You’re probably not even doing this for the rent. What do you want?”

No, no, no. This was not how this was supposed to go. He was supposed to be happy. And then you could be happy too. He would have asked you about your job and smiled and praised you. What is happening?

He jerked himself out of his seat and stomped over to you. You scooted yourself back away from him in the chair he grabbed it and held you still.

He pulled out his wallet and rummaged through it. “What? Do you want some of those stupid books? Some decorations for this house? A necklace?” You stared at him with wide eyes at he pulled out a wad of cash and shoved it into your chest.

“There, ya happy now? Still want that job?” He crossed his arms, waiting for you to respond.

He treated you as if you were a slut, a gold digger. You were with him before he was rich. How could he even think that? You were done.

You looked down at the floor as tears flooded your eyelids. “Do you think I’m only here for your money?” It was a question you knew you had to ask. You would be left curious and broken for the rest of your life if you didn’t know now.

“You know, I’m starting to think so.”

That was your last straw. You couldn’t do this anymore.

The giggles came out before the sobs. Tears streamed down your cheeks yet you still laughed. “The hell are you laughing for?!” Its like he was upset that you weren’t already screaming at him.

You looked up at him, meeting his eyes for the first time in what felt like years.

“Do you know how hard you are to love?”

He paused, opening and closing his mouth.

You slid off your ring and set it on the table. Then you gathered the money through blurry eyes. The sobs started to fill in when you shoved the money into his chest just as he had done to you. You watch his fall to the floor.

“I try and try my best. I get a job, I make you dinner, I give you everything I have.” You reach up to take off the necklace that had his initials carved into. “I defend you, I make enemies for you, I sacrificed friendships and family relationships just to please you. But its never enough.” You set the necklace down and go to the bracelet he gave you. “I never asked for any of this expensive shit. The only thing I asked for was your love.” You set the bracelet down with your resolve.

He’s staring at you now with a look of surprise. You meet his eyes again with a look he hasn’t seen directed at him ever. “I’m done, Bakugou. Im done.”

You dont even notice when you start to gather your charger and car keys. You dont hear anything he has to say. You don’t hear the pleas for you to just listen and calm down. You dont hear the insults he says when he calls you overdramatic. And you definitely don’t hear the apology, cause it never came.

You walked towards the door, “I’m gonna pick up the rest my stuff tomorrow.” He grabs your wrist just before you touch the doorknob. “Please y/n, just sit down for one fucking second. We can talk about this!” You yank yourself out of him hands, “Touch me again and I’ll scream.”

You knew he couldn’t afford anything else on his record, especially domestic abuse. He had to just watch as you walked away. And you fucking loved it.

[songficsbyrissi]

I have a request for Spooky. Please I need a imagine where Oscar and the reader meet each other on tinder. Idk something funny with oscar being all serious and getting straight to the point, maybe a little smut (because we all know spooky would only be in a dating app for one thing😏). I love your writing so much💕💕 thanks for feed us with such a good imagines 🥰

A/N: I did not expect it to be this long and this is long overdue but it's here! I hope you enjoy! 🤍

Swiping Right for Mr. Right

Left. Left. Left. Left. Left.

That was the continuous motion of your finger on this damned dating app they call Tinder. You keep giving dating apps a try and give up after a few days because you realize dating apps aren’t for you. Then you think maybe the 100th time is a charm and, it gets deleted again. It’s a cycle. Create. Delete. Create. Delete.

“Girl, you are too damn picky! Swiping left on everyone like you Beyoncé!” Your best friend Aisha’s voice boomed behind you, scaring you into hiding your phone in your chest. You glared at her.

“How have you been standing behind me?”

“Long enough to see that you’re a picky ass bitch.”

You rolled your eyes in response and continued your swiping as Aisha came around the couch to see next to you.

“I’m just saying. You ain’t getting no dick with that attitude.”

“I don’t want just any dick. Hell, I don’t want just dick. I want a connection. I want someone who I can connect with and eventually fall in love with.” You stated sincerely, and you could see your annoying ass friend holding back a giggle.

“And you on Tinder for that? You might wanna try ChristianMingle for that.”

“Aisha, go the fuck away!” You hissed, hiding your phone. “Matter of fact, get the fuck out of my apartment!”

Before your eyes, Aisha swiftly snatched your phone from you and began looking.

“Aisha!”

“I’m helping you! Sit back!” Her eyes perked up. “Oooh, look at this white boy! He’s cute, and it looks like he super liked you! Girl, he wants you!”

You glanced at your phone and squinted your eyes at her. “Yeah, he wants me. Wants me out of his country! Bitch, his bio says “Trump2020”!”

Aisha looked back at the phone and scrunched up her nose, swiping left. “Mhmm, you just had to ruin it, Dylan.”

“Ooh, I like him!” You pointed at the next guy, but Aisha shook her head in disapproval. “What?”

“The nigga has a dangling earring. He’s sweet, and I’m not talking about his personality.”

You guys kept going until you landed on one guy. He was Mexican, and by the looks of it, he’s a cholo.

Spooky, 24

Looking for the finest hyna.

“What the fuck is a Hyna?” You questioned, brows furrowed.

“Don’t know......but let’s find out.” Aisha quickly swiped right. Boom! It was a match. She turned to you with bewildered eyes. “Oh, shit bitch! That’s you!”

You glared at your friend. “Now, why the fuck did you do that?”

“Mhmm, I guess you wanna unmatch then?”

You grabbed the phone from her. “No. Might as well see it through.” You mumbled as she fell back in cackles.

It didn’t take long for Spooky to hit you up, asking you for your number to text. He was smooth and very flirty. It didn’t take long for him to ask that one question.

“When can I see you?”

“On a date?”

“Yeah, sure. You can come over to my place and, we can chill 😏”

“Ooooh, I’m about to rob this nigga!” You voiced aloud. You were tired of niggas just inviting you over, unprovoked. You got something for that ass. “Spooky” is gonna learn today.

He gave you his address, and when you pulled up, you were surprised to see a group of men chilling in front. They were actually scary-looking. You got nervous. Did he know your plans? Fuck. Just be cool, Y/N.

You got out of your car and strutted up the pathway when a couple of the men blocked your path. No surprise there.

“Hey, Mami. What do you think your fine ass doing here?”

You rolled your eyes in disgust. “I’m here for Spooky.”

And as if he heard his name, The 6’1 Mexican man appeared at the door and gave the men a signal to let you through. You gulped silently and walked up to Spooky. Finer in person but also more intimidating. His whole demeanor was turning you on but scared you at the same time.

“I see you got a lot of friends.” You mentioned, nervously, once he closed the door behind you. He let out the sexiest chuckle you’ve ever heard.

“Ahh, the Santos are not my friends. They’re my brothers.”

Once Spooky said that you felt your blood run cold. Santos? Brothers? Oh no, he’s in a gang. From the looks of things, he’s the fucking leader. Shit, you planned to rob the leader of one of the largest gangs in Southern California.

His deep, smooth voice took you out of your deep, regretful thoughts. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s watch this movie.”

You could just run right now. It’s fine. No one is gonna judge you. Well, you would judge yourself. And Aisha would judge you. And he would. A part of you didn’t want to run though. He did live up to his name. He was spooky, but you liked it. No, bitch. He’s in a gang. You need to RUN.

“FUCKKK! YOU’RE GOING SO DEEP!” You screamed passionately as this man drilled your shit. You don’t know how you ended up like this. You were set on running or still going through with the initial plan and hitting a lick because you know he had a shitload of money stashed somewhere.

But now, you got your legs behind your ears, moaning and putting a hand on Spooky’s stomach to give your break from this deep dicking that was occurring.

“You gotta move your hand, Mami.” Spooky cooed, gently moving your hand away to resume his deep strokes. You let a loud moan. You didn’t know if you were in heaven or hell. Either way, you were loving it. Feeling his penis penetrate your slick walls caused your breathing to stagger. Fuck, he had some good dick. You’re fucked. Literally.

He pulled out, turned you around, bent down, and took a bite of your asscheek. Oh, this is a nasty motherfucker. He landed a harsh slap on that same cheek and entered you again, pounding your shit, and you were taking it. As you should. You even started to throw it back on his dick, causing him to bite his lip and release obscenities.

“Fuck, Mami. After this, you’re mine for sure. You got that?!”

You didn’t know what caused you to say it, but through your moans, you replied:

“Yesssss Daddy. I’m all yours!”

Right after you said it, you came so hard you swear you were seeing stars. The orgasm that washed over you was so powerful, you began to tear up. He followed suit, releasing in the latex condom between you two. You laid on your back on the couch, panting, trying your hardest to catch your breath. He gave you a grin, leaning over to peck your lips.

“You want round 2, or do you want to get cleaned up?”

You couldn’t speak still. You moved to your side and just nodded, hoping Spooky knew you wanted the former. He chuckled in response, getting up from the couch and stretching.

“Imma take that as you want round 2. Anything for my hyna. Imma get some water, and you should be ready when I come back.”

Once he left the living room, you noticed your phone buzzing and went to grab it. There were 3 missed calls and 20 text messages from Aisha. You didn’t even notice during your dickdown. You decided to return your friend’s call, and she picked up on the first ring.

“BITCH I WAS WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU! WHY THE FUCK YOU AIN’T SHARE YOUR LOCATION LIKE I TOLD YOU?!”

You brought your voice to a whisper. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I forgot!”

Aisha sighed deeply. “Well? Did you do it?”

“Oh, I did it alright, and I’m about to do it again.” You purred on the phone, laying back on the couch.

“Your nasty ass fucked him? I’M SCREAMING!” Aisha cackled. “Not you folding for the dick!”

“If you had the dick, you would’ve folded too, shut up!” You retorted back, making sure he wasn’t around. “Plans changed, bitch. The only thing I’m robbing is his heart because he ain’t gonna fuck me like that and fuck other bitches. I’ll kill us both.”

At this point, Aisha was beside herself. Her laughs were screams, and you were sure tears were streaming down her face. “I ain’t mad at you. I would do the same. Go an extra round for me, girl.”

“Imma be going an extra round for my dead grandma, bitch! Bye.” You ended the call, and a minute later, Spooky walked in with a water bottle, handing it to you as he drank from his own. Once you drank some, he laid back, motioning for you to sit on his face.

The rounds you did covered Aisha and multiple generations. Happy Woman’s History Month.

[3cremepie3]

Be honest

Synopsis - Black female y/n! X Leona smut!

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He convinces you to braid his hair but you can’t help but get distracted.

A/n - Yeah I black coded Leona and no one better have a problem with that.

Warnings - bribing, cussing, blood, financial hardships, objectification, violence, dominance loss, saliva, humilation

“Is this Y/n’s magical doo’s?” Leona laughed at your magicam handle over the phone. “Stop laughing unless you have a better name suggestion for me!” But yes this is her what do you want Leona?” You grumbled with sass. “That’s no way to talk to a future customer L/n.”

“Oop never mind what would you like done?” Even though he infuriated your spirit you needed money. Maybe you could finally fix your window which had a harsh draft blowing over you at night. Because of it, you were always sick. “How about you decide for me? I just need something with my hair out the way since we have a tournament coming up.”

“Oh shit you’re letting me freestyle,” you gleamed. “Don’t worry I won’t have you looking crazy.” Now about payment, I only take cash so have it prepared.” How much do you need?” Hmm since it’s you I’ll charge extra how about 120 thumarks.”

“Since it’s me?” He sounded offended over the line. “Wow I see how it is but I have no problem with your price.” Well then I’ll see you at 3 Leona in the Savannaclaw lobby.” Kay,” he agreed hanging up the phone.

“Grim after school do you wanna come with me to Savannaclaw?” Nope Leona’s still mad at me from last time.” Aww looks like I’m gonna have to do everything myself this time,” you sighed. Usually grim would hand you all your products and tools while you were braiding.

He worked diligently in return for tuna. “Someone’s gonna go hungry tonight then Grim.” I won’t be home to cook.” I’ll just go beg Kalim for food. I’m not going over end of story.” Grim walked further ahead of you not wanting to hear any more of your pleads.

The school day rolled around fast enough and your first appointment was up. “Your lucky I’m letting you touch me,” Vil added. “Thank you for lending me your head your highness,” you mocked him. “Just get it done already I have to be at set in an hour.”

You were in Pomifore one of your favorite dorms. The students there taught you plenty of hair tips which you were thankful for. But most importantly they were polite, clean, and well-paying customers. Unlike the beast in Savannaclaw whose hair was usually stinky and matted.

“All done!” You smiled at your creation. “Not a stray hair in sight well done Y/n.” Here is your pay and I hope this tip flows well for you.” A 50 thumark tip could have dinner covered for a couple of days. “Thank you so much, Vil this’ll help me and grim out for a while!”

Vil felt kinda bad for you. He had no idea y’all where that broke next time he’ll be sure to buy you a lunch pass instead of offering you a tip. As soon as his appointment was over you left heading directly to Savannaclaw.

The predators there didn’t treat you lightly ever since you called their whole dorm musty. One even tried to trip you as you walked through the lobby. “Do that stupid shit again nigga and you won’t have a foot to trip me with,” you warned.

“Nobody’s scared of your puny ass,” he spat. “Oh really,” you challenged. From his point of view, it looked like you were about to punch the daylights out of him. But you stopped just in time. “It looks like you flinched maybe someone is scared.”

“Whatever!” The beast-man stomped away from you. Others watched laughing at your boldness. A couple walked up to you amused with the whole ordeal. “Why was that hot,” one of them asked you. “I can’t see why how you’re finding this funny.”

“I think you need to relax lil mama,” they commented. “Yeah maybe you're right I was thinking of getting my pocket knife out and making him into a fur coat for a minute,” you remarked.

“And they call us beast,” they whispered. “Your funny wanna come to hang out in the game room with us?” Sure I have some time before my appointment.” How bout you skip that appointment and have some fun with us,” they smirked. “I made a promise and… I don’t like the way y’all are smiling.” You back away from their proximity.

You took a minute to use context clues. “Damn,” you hissed. “I’m not that kind of girl.” Yeah, that’s what they all say come on we won’t bite too hard. Unless you want us to you look like you like it rough.” Before he could say another word you slapped him. “I try to be civil and kind with y’all are all disrespectful lil boys.”

“Clearly your mama didn’t raise you right if you think it’s okay to talk about women like that.” Aye, don’t talk about my mama fool.” I’m gonna talk about her all I want!” How are you already beefing with my housemates you just got here,” Leona complained.

“Tell them to stop trying me please or it’s about to get active in here.” Let’s just go to the room,” he suggested. “Fine,” you huffed. “So that’s why you won’t fuck with us your already hopping on his dick,” one of them yelled. You could tell Leona was about to say something but you stepped in before him.

“Yup hoping, riding, and sucking.” I'd rather do any of that than ride that double dicking stick.” You realized what you had just said as a come back completely humiliated. “Let’s go, Leona,” you whimpered.

He tried his best to change the subject but you couldn’t stop thinking. “I look like I like it rough,” you repeated. “What does that even mean?” I don’t look like that right Leona,” you pondered. “I don’t wanna answer that.” Answer it please I’m begging you!

“No, you don’t look like that they judged you completely wrong.”They thought since you acted all tough that you could handle them all. But you probably couldn’t even take the tip of a real man.” He chuckled darkly to himself thinking he was the shit.

“I can so!” How’d you even know that you fucking Virgin,” he teased. “I- I… how did you even I was one!” It’s obvious the way you tense up with any slight touch.” You probably can’t even handle something as simple as this without getting wet.” Something as simple as what?” You asked before getting pushed against a wall. Leona looked down at you his eyes hungry while your knees buckled together.

“Not so tough now huh?” Fuck,” you cussed before pulling him in for a kiss. You heard shuffling nearby and broke apart from him. He pulled you into his room which you didn’t even notice you were next to. “We could’ve stayed in the halls I don’t mind PDA Y/n.”

“No that would mean that I’m fucking the enemy. Which I am… but I don’t want people to know that it would make me look hypocritical.” I promise you no one cares that much and they're probably gonna hear us anyways.” Cause there’s no way I’m gonna keep quiet in my territory.”

“You have no shame, Leona,” you huffed. “Yup none,” he smirked fondling your ass you spoke. “Especially when I have the chance of a lifetime.” Now tell me Y/n can I fuck you it’ll be worth your while I’ll even pay you extra.” But I can’t promise that I won’t be rough we carnivores naturally are.”

He proved what he was saying hosting you over his shoulder. He hurriedly took your pants and panties off throwing them wherever. You instantly regretted saying all that stuff about how you could handle it. Even now when he wasn’t touching you your legs were quivering together.

He didn’t spare you any pity pulling them apart to reveal your cunt. He spits a fat globe on it before moving to rub your clit. His hands were rough one squeezed your thigh while the other worked on warming you up. By now you should’ve been ready to take his fingers but you were too tense.

“Y/n you need to relax.” Why are you so shaky all of a sudden my claws aren’t out I won’t hurt you.” It’s not that Leona.” It’s just I imagined my first time to be different more romantic.”

“What do you want me to do for you,” he sighed. “Kiss me,” you begged. “This is the only time I’ll ask you for something after this I’ll take charge.” He agreed rising from in between your legs to capture your lips. “Thank you.” You muffled barely able to get out a word. Your lips sunk onto his and the rest of your body followed your hands flowed into his hair running through the soft locks.

You didn’t realize you had touched his ears until he hissed biting your lip out of reflex. “That’s the worse place to touch me doll. Unless you wanna get eaten.” You touched his ears again this time a full pat. “I wouldn't mind if you devour me.”

Once again he was in between your thighs this time nipping and sucking at them. You noticed his fangs leaking through every time he unlatched himself. You became fascinated with the way they just barely grazed you.

How would they feel deep into your skin? How would your skin look afterward? How primal could Leona get? Even though this wasn’t your mission you had to know. “Bite me, Leona.” Did I hear that correctly?” Yes, you did now please bite me I don’t care how bad it hurts I need to feel it at least once.”

“Okay then.” He licked a stripe up your thigh before biting down at your thigh his teeth were sharp and strong to the point where you bled a bit. He didn’t care just licking up the blood and continuing. Soon enough every corner of your thigh was covered in bite marks. A sight that was sexy to him since it showed possession. “Let’s see how you taste herbivore.”

His tongue dove into you feasting like the hungry man he was. He groaned satisfied with the juices spilling into his mouth. “So good,” he hummed flicking your clit before sucking on the bud. You gasped having something like this done to you for the first time.

“Your tongue- feels amazing,” you hissed. “How the hell are you so sensitive.” He pulled his tongue off of you and spat another glob onto your folds. This time it dropped to your fluttering hole which was begging for his fingers.

“Something you wanna ask doll?” Fuck… I hate you so much,” you sneered. “Just finger me already!” It was the first time something was so deep inside you. So it was only your instinct to squirm. Leona didn’t let up gripping you tighter and attacking your g spot. You began to see stars forming in your eyes.

“Leona… Leona, Leona,” you practically chanted. “That’s right baby girl keep calling my name.” You were growing increasingly wetter as he whispered in your ear. “Wanted this all along huh you couldn’t wait to show up and get fucked by me that’s why you looked so good today.”

“Not true!” You tried to say but your words couldn’t get out much. “Say what you want but this pussy tells me another story.” Look how it's gushing all over my fingers.” You looked down humiliated by how much of a mess you were making.

Your excess was dripping down Leona’s fingers and on the sheets below. “Just wait till you hop on my dick you’ll probably explode.” But you gotta cum first for that wanna cum Y/n?” Yes, wanna… need to!” His pace kept stalling. “Please let me Leona stop slowing down your pace.”

“Fine but only if you let me be in control the whole time.” Fine, I don’t care just hurry,” you whimpered. “Damn I guess you don’t care about volume anymore cause your loud as hell.”Just shut up!” You were about to cum he could tell by the way you gripped his arms your nails scratching like prey that was trying to fight him off. You looked so desperate like this tears pooling out of your eyes and drool falling out of your mouth.

But all good things come to an end. He had to stop before he overstimulated you. That he almost did as he fingered you through your high elongating your orgasm. You were quiet afterward your legs still shaking as he pulled his fingers out of your cunt.

“That was cute now remember what you promised me Y/n.” I remember just get to it.” You rushed him spreading your legs so he could get in between them. He pulled down his sweats revealing his heavy dick. “Damn,” you gasped. “Like what you see?” No… I don’t think it’ll fit,” you quivered.

“I’ll make it fit.” He lined up at your entrance collecting your essence before gliding himself in. Your body tensed with the stretch not used to something so thick entering you. “You’re bleeding.” He pointed out the small amount of blood dripping out of you.

“Just hurry up and put it in,” you cried. He pushed himself in further grunting at your tightness. “Fuck you’re gonna milk me dry.” For a minute he was only focused on the way he felt. You were so warm gripping down in him like a vice. “You’re the best hole I’ve ever had.”

“Damn Im gonna buss soon.” What about you Y/n?” He looked down to see a pillow over your face. He pulled it away from you and you turned your head to the side. His free hand that wasn’t griping at your waist turned your tear-filled face towards his.

“Yeah, you definitely couldn’t handle it.” He laughed in your face.” Fuck you- mmph,” you tried to protest. But his lips smothered over you in a reassuring kiss. His hips stilled as he only focused on your mouth. The kiss was long knocking the air out of your lungs.

He wouldn’t let up even when your hands tangled through his mane. “Can’t breathe!” Finally, he untangled his tongue with yours. You blanked away the black dots still feeling light-headed. “Don’t hide how you feel it only leads to more problems down the line.”

He kissed down your neck before thrusting into you. Only this time you were able to take him. “You okay,” he checked. “Yeah,” you moaned. “I’m gonna move.” Your hand wrapped in his encasing his body even more with yours. You could feel his abs rub against your stomach. Fuck he was fine especially when his eyes were glazing into yours.

You watched his every move. His ears twitched his tail swayed before wrapping around one of your legs. His smirk fell now he looked deadly serious as he tried not to already cum all inside you. As much as he tried to hide his claws they still marked your waist. You couldn’t get enough your legs wrapped around his tone torso. He thrusted faster trying to get you to finish before him. “Damn how are you so wet?” Fuck I’m gonna cum. Come on let me do it inside it’s too late to pull out right now.”

“Fine!” You felt amazing to his thick cock opening new pleasure you’d never thought you’d ever see. Your toes curled as he hurled inside you faster. His pace was rough you could feel his heavy balls slap against you. Now he was drawing blood from you again with his harsh bites.

“Hurts so good,” you cried. “You’re a goddamn Masochist you’ll probably like this then.” He wrapped his hand around your throat choking you until you creamed all around him. With another thrust, he followed flooding your hole while you shook around him.

He pulled out collapsing next to you. You were the little spoon. “I’ll clean us up later for now sleep that was probably a lot for you.” Betraying my morals felt really good,” you chimed.

“But promise me one thing before I drift off Leona.” Huh, Y/n?” That you won’t go around saying I can’t handle it cause you couldn’t even handle 3 minutes of my pussy.” I can’t disagree with you on that.” But I recalled you crying and I wasn’t even inside you all the way.”

“It’s different you were my first time!” Let’s just not count it this time it was just a warm-up.” I’ll agree with you next week we’re on for round two.” I’ll beat that pussy up.” Not before I milk you dry!



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Stop the Tension

Summary: After getting your hair braided for the summer Oscar helps you rub oil on your scalp to relieve some of the tension Pairing: Oscar x Black!Reader Genre: Fluff Visuals

I watched as all the houses we passed by blend into a blur through the window. I wasn't able to truly focus on the environment that we were driving by. All I could focus on was the tight sensation on my scalp. Each part having its own different level of tension, and the braids having a slightly heavier weight that was almost unfamiliar. Whenever I move my head the slightest bit the weight shifts and the sharp pain takes turns on which side it wants to travel to, but at the same time I hear the nostalgic click and clack of the beads as they bounce off of each other. I lean my head against the window of the passenger window of Oscar's car and close my eyes. I feel his warm hand rub circles onto my exposed thigh.

"You okay, Mami" Oscar asks with a hint of concern in his voice.

"My head just hurts"

"I don't understand why you keep going back to that shop, knowing damn well that they be braiding tight as hell" he said slightly annoyed

"I want them to last Oscar. I don't have the time or money to be sitting up in a chair whenever I need my braids refreshed, because that shit was all loosey goosey"

"I have the money and time to take you to someone who isnt gonna braid your thoughts to the point where its gonna give you a headache" he chuckled

"They got the touch Oscar. You know them African Aunties be gripping with the strength of the ancestors whenever they braid"

Oscar and I made eye contact as we pulled up into the driveway of his house, and all we could do is laugh and smile at each other.

"You stupid for saying that" he said flashing his beautiful smile at me as he tries to hold back more of his laughs.

"Nah nigga you stupid. 'Braiding my thoughts' who fucking thinks of that" I say lightly hitting his shoulder as I laugh

"We're both stupid so get your dumbass in the house and I'll rub oil on your scalp to help loosen the braids up a little bit"

The moment the word oil left his lips I was already unbuckling my seatbelt and halfway out the door.

"Damn where you going" Oscar said grabbing my hand

"You said you were gonna rub oil on my scalp"

"Yea but why you rushing" he chuckled

"You dont gotta tell me twice. Hurry up papi"

The way I was rushing to the door you would've thought that Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Kreuger, the fucking Candyman or whatever scary shit that haunts your dreams was chasing me. All I know is that I was way too fucking excited for Oscar to put his fingers to good use on my scalp. The feeling of oil being rubbed into your scalp is an already enjoyable experience whether it be done by yourself or by someone else, but it's just something about Oscar that takes the feeling to a whole new level of almost ecstasy.

"Chop chop you got work to do"

"Damn patience is virtue (y/n)" Oscar said walking at the slowest pace I've ever seen. At first glance you wouldn't think he was moving until you see the dumb look on his face.

"Why you playing with me"

"Just be patient I'mma get there" he chuckles

"In like 40 fucking years, by the time you get here i'll be old ass grandma with a bunch of grandkids"

"Do you think our grandkids would be cute"

"Who said they were related to you. Keep this shit up and I might start homie hopping"

In the blink of an eye Oscar was towering over me on his porch

"That shit ain't funny (y/n)"

"Oh now you wanna stop playing when I wanna joke around"

"That didn't sound like a joke it sounded more like a warning" he says as he unlocks the door

"Good then you got my message loud and clear" I say smiling at him

"Hurry up and get your ass on the couch"

I giddily skipped over to the couch and sat down waiting for Oscar to bring over the oil. He walked out with a dropper bottle of the Mielle rosemary and mint hair oil.

"Oh okay I see you Mr. Big Baller bringing out the expensive oil. I feel all special"

"Shut up it was 15 dollars"

"Yea but look at this tiny ass bottle. I could've bought 3 bottles of wild growth with that money"

"Do you want your scalp oiled or no"

"Okay I'll shut up, go ahead and do your job"

I turned around and instantly felt the slick oil travel along the parts on my scalp. As Oscar moves the braids out of the way to get to different sections he rubs his fingers in a circular motions working the oil into my scalp. It felt heavenly the way his fingers glided between my braids. The cooling sensation of the oil easing the tension whilst lifting the pain leaving nothing but the feeling of his strong hands massaging my scalp.

"This is how bitches fall in love you know. You over here massaging you manifestations into my brain"

"So that means I should do this more often if I want you to stay in love with me"

"Yup, do this shit once a week and i'll be putty in your hands" I say closing my eyes

"You're already putty in my hands"

"Nigga shut up"

[slut4megantheestallion]

DD Osama x reader

imagine: you at the store with your friends and you meet the one and only DD osama

"Yo, I wanna go to DD Osama's concert so bad." Y/n said.

"Yeah, me to but the price is so much bro, and it's all the way in New York, Damn." Your friend said walking.

As you guys made it to the store you guys got chips, drinks, and candy.

"Wait, can u stay here I got to go get some chips." Y/n said.

"Girl we got chips." Y/n's friend with a annoyed look.

"But there mostly Taki's and Ruffles." Y/n said.

"Bitch,you are so ungrateful." Y/n's friend Said rolling her eyes.

"But you love me though." Y/n laughed walking away.

Y/n was in the isle looking for chips. until she saw DD Osama.

They made eye contact with each other, DD smiled at Y/n, while Y/n blushed hardly.

As Y/n got her chips she walked up in line where her friend is, y/n paid for everything they were ready to walk out until DD osama came up to them.

"Yeah, she got a whole school girl crush on you." Y/n friend said teasing her, y/n wanted to slap her so bad.

"Yo. what's good which yo ma," DD called out making y/n turn her head.

"I saw you looking at me, and I thought to myself why don't you go up to her. " DD said looking at me with his dreamy brown eyes, why does he have to be so fine.

"Yo, shut up, uhmm ignore her she don't know what she talkin bout, but yeah I heard you was doing yo concert in New York, what brings you here to Sugarhill." Y/n asked.

"Well, we thought about doing it there, but we decided to do it since they got more, places for us to perform because that will bring a lot of fans." DD osama said.

"I would love to go to your concert but I heard it was expensive." Y/n Said.

"Nah don't worry about it, I would never let a pretty girl spend her money to come some me," DD said looking at Y/n up and down.

"Here ,this is the ticket you can bring yo friends too, see you later, ma." DD smiled at you, walking out the store.

"Bitch, would u believe me if I told you I got his number." Y/n said looking at her friend in shock.

Y/n looked at the ticket and she turned it from the back and saw his number, now how tf did he put his number on there but, Y/n did not care nor questioned she got that nigga's phone number.

"Bitch, u didn't see the way he was looking at you, he was all over you, girl." Y/n said.

" Girl I'm so proud of u, I low key wanna see ddot he fine sucks how I didn't see him, you lucky ass bitch." Y/n's friend said.

As they walked out of the store Y/n said reliving the whole moment.

[clearlydiamondz]

Opposites Attract

Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader

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Erik and (Y/N) are the perfect example of opposites attract.

Warning:  strong language, cursing

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It was funny how to small little things that could get Erik going. He never thought that he would actually like (Y/N). Erik definitely had a type. He liked the expensive girls. The toxic type. The ones that would slap the shit outta you just by looking in another women’s direction. He couldn’t count on his hands and toes how many of his exes fought each other, over him.

(Y/N) though, yeah there was something different about her. She enjoyed the little things in life. Giving her extra cash to a homeless person, helping out at food banks and charity events. She was quiet and to herself.

They were literally the complete opposite of each other. Erik was a hood nigga. Whole nine yards. It was in the way he walked and talked. People knew who he was and he got respect for it.

(Y/N) was a good girl. Spent her days crocheting blankets, baking different recipes she found online, and she owned her own Dance Studio.

(Y/N) was slowly starting to rub off on Erik. Obviously she can’t take the hood outta him but he found himself more calm and relaxed when she was around. He found himself rather being with her, being forced to watch some cringe Netflix show then to be in a hot ass club.

Saturdays she loved going to different thrift stores in the city to find something cool. Whether it was clothes, little antiques, pictures. Erik always asked her,

“Why don’t you just let me buy you these things. You don’t have to wear what someone else wore,”

She’d always come back with, “Why spend a lot of money when you can get quality good stuff for cheap?” she would say in a duh tone.

Erik had money. Being in the military and all, and now being an undercover hitman. He always wanted to spoil her but she was so damn stubborn. His last exes wouldn’t think about turning him down, so it caught her off guard.

She even convinced him of going. At first, he told her no. Personally he thought it was weird. After begging he said he would go.

Her main focus this trip was to find some flower pots and some decorations for her Dance studio. As she was looking at different paintings, she heard Erik gasp. “Ayo what the fuck..” she looked back at him to see him holding an action figure that was still in perfect condition.

“What’s that?”

He showed it to her. “Do you know how much this thing is worth? Man I remember when this first came out. Shit was like 200 dollars and I begged my dad to get it for me but we ain’t have it.” he said looking at it in awe.

“So get it.” she shrugged her shoulders as he chuckled.

“I’m a grown man, I don’t play with kid toys.” he said as she playfully rolled her eyes.

“You don’t have to play with it. It could be a sentiment objects, ya know? Put it on a shelf or on a table. Just buy it so because baby Erik couldn’t.” she said then grabbed it looking at the price.

“And it’s only 15 bucks.” she said. She then threw it in the cart. Erik raised an eyebrow at her. “What? You could put it in your game room as decoration. No offense but that shit is plain as hell.” she told him as he pinched her sides.

Now, every Saturday like clock work, Erik and her would go to a random city just to go thrift shopping. It was hard to admit it but Erik was taking a liking to this thrifting habit.

It was around 5 o’clock in the morning. Erik woke up to the sounds of (Y/N) snoring in his ear. It was funny actually because she swore up and down she didn’t snore and here she was sounding like a bear in hibernation. The sun was just rising, so minimum light was entering the room but he could still see her. She was naked, wrapped up in his white sheets. She slept on her stomach while she had her head rested on her arms, her mouth slights opened with her snores escaping. Her eye twitched a bit.

He ordered her some silk pillow cases for his house for the times she forgot to put her scarf on. Last night he dicked her down so good, as soon as her head hit the pillow she was out. Her hair was short and curly, but her curls were all over the place.

Erik looked down at the tent in the sheets. Yeah, he definitely needed a piece of her. He turned over on his side to look at her, trailing his hands down her back and to her ass.

“Good morning beautiful.” he said placing kisses on her shoulder. She started to stir in her sleep but she didn’t wake up. “Daddy needs you.” he whispered in her ear. “You gonna let me get in this pussy, hmm?” She was slowly waking up, feeling the butterflies in her stomach already just by how close he was and she hadn’t even opened her eyes yet.

“Babe, it’s too early.”

“It ain’t never to early. You giving up the pussy huh? I know she still fat and sensitive. I just wanna play.” he said to her. The way he talked was what got her in trouble. There was already a pool of wetness between her thighs and her eyes still wasn’t opened.

He put her on her back, her eyes slowly opening to see him smiling down at her. “Hi fats.”

“Hi.” she said wiping her eyes. “Do you ever get tired?” she asked him tilting her head to the side. His finger tips found her stiff nipples playing with them as she bit her lip.

“Tired of you? Okay..” he said rolling her eyes making her laugh.

“I haven’t even brush my teeth yet.” she said about to sit up but he stopped her. He didn’t say anything when his fingers found her center, slowly starting to rub circular motions on her clit. Shit bit her lip, closing her eyes.

“Nah, look at me.” Erik was crazy about eye contact. Seeing her stages of pleasure through her eyes, the changes he sees when he does something different just does something for him.

Her eyes slowly started to open, him standing there with that gorgeous ass, two dimpled smile. How could he look so innocent doing something like this?

“Baby…” she whimpered out grabbing his arm. Without responding, he took his middle and ring finger, entering her collecting some of her wetness making her moan. He bought to his lips, tasting it groaning. He bought his lips to hers, finally getting to taste her.

“I hope you know you’re not getting any right now.” she said to him through heavy breaths. She wanted to go to the studio earlier to freshen up before heading to her classes. She knew that if they went at it right now, they would be going at it for hours. That’s how tempting this man can be.

He smacked his teeth before laying on the side of her. She turned to face him. “But, I’ll come home early today. So I can spend time with you.” she told him grabbing his chin with her thumb and pointy finger.

“Hmm, okay. We can try that new hibachi grill downtown. Get all dolled up. Then after have a little fun of our own.” he said kissing up her neck, she slightly pushed him away.

“Boy you ain’t slick.” she sat up, looking back at him as he laid straight on his back with his hands behind his head.

“Your hair looks a mess. Look like you just got the dick of your life.” he laughed as she rolled her eyes playfully. She grabbed her phone off of their electric night stand looking at the time. “Ima go take shower. Do me a favor and water my plants for me.” she stood up as he smacked her ass. She gave him ‘an are you serious’ look.

“It was just there. But yeah I can.” he stood up stretching as she walked to their bathroom. He walked out filling the green water can up and watering them.

Erik couldn’t help but chuckle. Never in a million years, he would’ve thought that a girl would have him watering her plants. He can’t lie though, he picked up a few tips from her to help grow his weed. His customers said that it was the best they ever had.

After doing that, he doordashed her a meal from her favorite coffee shop and grabbing something for him too. He was cleaning the kitchen, when she came out with her towel wrapped around her body and her hair still wet. 

“Thanks baby.” she kissed him on the cheek as he looked her up and down. 

“You don’t want to give me none but you’re walking around looking like this, fats?” he said licking his bottom lip. She smirked to herself before saying, 

“It’s not like you won’t be able to do anything about it.” she whispered in his ear. He raised an eyebrow at her. 

“I won’t? Quick playin with me before I have yo ass in bed all day.” she turned around ‘accidentally’ dropping the dish sponge on the floor. 

“Whoops.” she bent down grabbing it. He went behind her placing his hands in the middle of her back to make her stay. 

“Stay just like that mamas.” he said lifting the towel up, only to see her bare pussy winking back at him.

“Erik-” she was cut off by him pressing his print against her, slowly grinding against it. He grabbed a good handful of her hair, pulling her back up. He pushed her against the counter making her pushed against the counter and him. 

“Didn’t I say to quick playin with me? Now you got my dick hard.” he growled in her ear as she closed her eyes smiling.

“I know but-” 

“But nothing.” he yanked the towel off of her as he wrapped his hands around her neck from the front. He was about to pull his dick out but the doorbell ring. She groaned as he cursed.

“Who is that?” she asked him. 

“I ordered us some breakfast and I forgot.” he backed away looking at her as she turned around. His eyes trailed down her body as she tilted her head. 

“Well are you gonna get that or just stare at me?” she asked him. He took one last good look at her before he walked to his foyer to open the door. She picked up the towel and walked back into his room. 

He came back to see her and the towel gone. He groaned, placing the bag of food on the counter. He walked back to the room, to see her getting dressed. 

‘What you getting dressed for?” he asked her as she turned around. 

“Erik.. I have to go do my classes.” she said as he rolled his eyes.

“Mhm. You weren’t worried about those classes when I was just about to dig in yo-” she grabbed a pillow throwing it at him. He caught it before walking closer to the bed where she was standing next to it. He threw it on the bed before he placed his hand on her cheek. 

“You’re not going to convince me other wise.” she said. “I’ll be back home and after we come back from dinner, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” she whispered to him as he sighed looked down. 

“Fine. But this-” he moved his fingers between the both of them. “Ain’t over with.” he told her. She kissed him once more before tapping his face lightly. 

“Don’t miss me too much and thanks for breakfast!” she screamed walking out of the bedroom. 

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Erik stepped out of his 2022 Audi R8, looking around the neighborhood. He walked to the door unlocking it, seeing a bunch of product on the tables. “Trent! You here?” he asked throwing his keys on the table. Trent came from down the hall way giving him a bro hug. 

Trent was Erik’s right hand man who helped him run his ring. He was one of the only few people he could trust. 

“Aye..” Trent greeted him. “Your half is in the safe.” Erik followed him into the back room with his duffle bag on his shoulder. 

“How much did we make?” Erik asked him placing his bag on the table and going to unlock the pin lock. 

“189 Thousand. All of that in there is your share.” he explained to him. Erik stuffed the stacks into the bag before Trent leaned on the table looking at Erik. Erik noticed that he was staring at him before saying,

“Something you gotta say?” he asked him as Trent nodded. 

“Actually yeah. Trinity stopped by.” Erik’s jaw clenched at the name of her. That was something that he was already over and had forgotten. It was just the fact that he wasn’t expecting to hear from her. 

“Oh.. what did she want?” Erik asked not looking at him, continuing to place the stacks into the bag. 

“You.” Trent cleared his throat standing up right. “Erik don’t fuck-”

“Nigga I’m not even thinking of her like that. I only want (Y/N).” he reminded him as Trent threw his hands up. Trent knew the relationship Trinity and Erik had. How toxic that two of them were and how Erik was when he finally called it quicks with her. Trent knew as soon as Trinity had enough time to say something to him, she manipulate him into thinking he was the bad one all along. 

“Okay! I just don’t want you to fuck up what you already have going on.” he said referring to (Y/N). “She messed you up bad. We can’t afford that shit no more.” he reminded him. When they officially broke up, for a few weeks he was out of it. He didn’t even want to talk to anyone. That effecting operations for their ring. 

“Trust me. I’m not even worried about her...” he zipped up the bag, throwing the bag over his shoulder. “I just wanna know why she felt so damn bold enough to come though.” he said while they both walked outside to his car. 

“Any plans for the night. Some of us were planning on going out tonight. Prolly hit up some clubs on the strip.” he told him. 

“Nah fam. I promised (Y/N) I’d take her out to eat after I got back.” Erik told her as Trent nodded. Trent was about to say something but a car pulled into the drive way. 

“Who is that?” Erik looked at him, only seeing the annoyed expression on his face. As soon as he saw that, he concluded who it was. “Trinity.” 

“Remember what I told you.” He gave him a bro hug before walking back into the house. Erik seen him walk into the house but he heard the car door open and close. He slowly turned around before opening his own car door. 

“Erik!” she called out for him walking closer to the car. 

“How’d you know I’d be here?” Was all he asked her. She shrugged her shoulders before saying, 

“I know you come on Friday’s to pick up your share.” she told him as he nodded scratching the back of his neck. “I miss you.” she said leaning on his back door, he laughed in her face. 

“I don’t know whether that’s true or not but I really don’t care enough to find out. Now if you excuse me I-” he was cut off by her rolling her eyes and saying, 

“You know you miss me too Erik. You can stop playing that game now because I know for a fact that you do.” she attempted to convince him but he shook his head 

“No you don’t. You just miss the idea of me.” he said to her. “And I don’t miss you. I’ve moved on to bigger and better things.” he bragged to her. That made her laugh because the thought of someone being more cute or more bad than her was a foreign topic. 

“Oh what? The dance teacher? That lame ass bitch, I am not scared. She’s not going to do shit” she said with a smirk on her face. 

“Oh you say something to her, I’ll put a fucking bullet between your eyes. Understand?” he warned her as she scoffed. She shook her head looking down at the ground then back at him. 

“What happened to us, Erik? We easily use to make our way back to each other but now you-” 

“But now I don’t want you anymore. Especially after everything you done to me.”

Erik rubbed his temples annoyed at the fact that they were having another argument over something so stupid. “Trinity can you just shut up and sit down. I didn’t do nothing with her!” he yelled defending himself. He stood up walking towards her as she backed away. 

“Nigga fuck you! Why that hoe came up to me and told me that!?” she asked grabbing the plates that were in the drying rack, throwing it at him. 

“What the hell, calm the fuck down!?” he exclaimed ducking out of the way. She ran out of plates as he grabbed her hands putting her against the wall. 

“I fucking hate you! And my dumb ass was sitting up here feeling bad because I cheated!” she yelled in his face as he pulled away. He looked at her in shock, backing away. 

“Say that shit again.” she started to laugh hysterically at him.

“Oh you can do it but wanna get all hurt when I do it. You’re such a fucking hypocrite.” She suspected him to say something to her once she said that, but he just stared at her.

He nodded his head turning around. “Get out.” Was all he said before he walked into the living room, but she followed him. 

“What do you-”

“You have 20 minutes to get the fuck outta my house before I put you out myself.” he snapped at her 

“You’re so ridiculous. You cheated and-”

“What the fuck do you not understand dumb ass, I have never cheated on you!” he yelled at her. “Get your shit and leave.”

“I would have done anything for you but you fucked that up.” he snarled at her. “If you knew how I really felt, you wouldn’t be sitting up in my face with that goofy ass face.” he snapped at her. 

“I fucking hate you.” 

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(Y/N) was in his bathroom, fresh out the shower. She was brushing her teeth when she looked up in the mirror to see him standing there. 

“What the- Erik you scared me!?” she yelled hitting him in his chest. He busted out laughing grabbing his chest as she turned around rinsing her mouth. 

“I’m sorry fats.” he said wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her shoulder before massaging her hips. “So, I had a visitor at one of the houses.” he whispered as she opened her eyes from her relax state, looking at him through the mirror.

“Gonna tell me who?” she asked him. 

“Trinity.” As soon as the name came out of his mouth, she looked at him in shock. She knew about how her and Erik broke up and how their relationship was. Honestly she was surprised that she was even Erik’s type considering that her and Trinity are complete opposite of each other.  

She noticed before Erik and her got into a relationship how different they were but yet she felt like he was a soul mate. She questioned herself usually if Erik really did like her but he did more than just tell her that he wanted her. He showed her that he wanted her. 

“Really/ What did she want?” she asked him looking into the sink. 

“She was saying how she missed me.” he whispered placing his chin on her forehead. “Said how she wasn’t scared of you, blah blah.” he said then sighed as she looked back up at him. 

“How’d she know where you were going to be?” she asked him.

“She knows I go over there to get my money on Friday’s. She shouldn’t be showing up anymore,” he comforted her. He noticed the concern look on her face before grabbing her hips and turning her around. 

“You know I wouldn’t do something stupid right? I love you too much” he reminded her as she smiled at him. 

“I know. I just don’t to get hurt.” she whispered looking down at herself playing with her hands. Erik lifted her head by her chin and whispered, 

“I won’t. I promise.”

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“Match?”🥴 P6 (NSFW)

Pairing: ErenxBlackFem!Reader

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5

Word Count: 36.12k

Summary: Eren gets his first taste of a black girl in college and doesn’t know if he wants Historia anymore

Or

You sneaky link Eren to match and y’all fuck the shit outta each other. White boy thinks he’s in love after you put the pussy on him🥳

Warning; S4 Spoilers, Language, Violence, Dubcon

Story Playlist: Apple Or Spotify

Y/n was from the hood, she had hood PTSD so, she already knew what time it was when Historia walked up on her with two other bitches in tow; Ymir and Sasha. That blunt you was smoking while minding ya business on a Friday afternoon? That blunt got put out real fucking quick and Y/n saw her girlfriend bringing her hand up to her mouth, long white claws poised as she gets ready to bite her nails off.

Y/n lets Historia walk up on her and yeah, she looks chill on the outside but inside a bitch was shook okay? We was fucking shook as Eren’s girlfriend walked up to us, but Y/n wasn’t no pussy- the only pussy she had was between her fucking legs and even that lil bitch fought back- so, we posted the fuck up and waited for that little bobblehead bitch Historia to come within spitting distance.

Historia has a gentle smile on her face but she doesn’t introduce herself, immediately pressing Y/n. “You’re Y/n?” She asks, her manicured finger uncurling from her relaxed hand when she turns her wrist, motioning to the orange-haired girl in the middle. Historia’s unsure and she hopes Y/n is the right one, cause she remembers Y/n with blonde hair, not orange hair but she looks familiar so Historia stays her course.

Y/n doesn’t speak right away cause her face is doing the talking, pretty brown eyes looking from Historia to Sasha and then Ymir up and down before her fluffy lashes flutter when she rolls her eyes behind those pink sunglasses, looking away. We didn’t even have to speak cause our friends were on that, immediately.

Pushing her tribal braids back and putting one foot out in front of the other with hands on her hips, Y/n’s girlfriend asked a hot, “Why?”

The amount of attitude in her girlfriend's voice did not shake Historia or the gentle smile that stayed on her lips when she ignored Y/n’s girlfriend to directly address Y/n. “Why did you leave the pool party with Eren last week?”

Historia was your typical pretty bitch that talked a lot of shit and rolled with a clique and had others do her dirty work for her, this Y/n knew. She could practically feel it, see it, oozing off of Historia and all throughout middle and high school, Y/n had to deal with bitches like Historia and it’s tiring- but one more for the road, right? This bitch Historia wasn’t shaking shit though and Y/n already knew it was gonna be light work if she wanted to get crazy.

“That’s not ya nigga?” Y/n’s smiling, a shit-eating smile as she takes off her hot pink sunglasses and they’re poised in her right hand while the blunt is poised in her left. “Why you ain’t asking him? Why you over here pressing me, mamas?”

Historia vaguely thinks Y/n’s pretty, real pretty and she vaguely wonders if Eren would find her pretty again if she wore some mink lashes with dark lip liner and lipgloss like Y/n. She finds herself though, shaking her head and remaining adamant. Y/n could never dream of looking as good as her. Historia had her a bitch to press and she had to focus.

Y/n knew this was coming but she didn’t expect it to come so soon. People saw them leaving the pool party and it’s common knowledge now because somebody like Eren Jaeger has never been seen with somebody like Y/n before, so it’s campus gossip. It would have only been a matter of time before Historia found out. Y/n wondered if she had already asked Eren? What did he say? Damn, if she knew what he said she could piggyback off of his lie- but she didn’t, so Y/n had to wing it.

Her other girlfriend finally decides to bite her nail off, the resulting ‘snap’ popping in the still air around the 6 girls. Y/n’s fucking quaking, her tummy doing somersaults but she stays cool, steeling herself. Historia’s eyebrow twitches at the sound of Y/n’s other girlfriend biting her nails off and Y/n sees it, vaguely thinking Historia’s smile is kinda creepy. Ymir and Sasha are standing behind her, Ymir glaring Y/n’s girlfriends down while Sasha stares off into space.

“Yeah, why you ova’ here pressing Y/n?” Her girlfriend interjects again, stepping in front of Y/n and all we see is tribal braids moving as our girlfriend defends us. “And you got ya paw patrol out here thinking you finna do something- if you really wanted to talk you woulda came up here like you had some fuckin’ sense. Not pressing muhfuckas like we post ta be scared or some?”

Historia doesn’t even have a chance to reply cause Y/n’s other girlfriend’s loud, taking up all of the silence between them. “Man, I ain’t with all the talking, what are y’all tryna do right now?” She bites off her last white claw and spits it out, the white nail landing in front of Ymir. “Cause I want this big bitch right here!”

Y/n reaches out to grab her girlfriend's arm to prevent her from taking off on Ymir. Girl shit was getting real and we knew in our hearts since we was a little girl we wouldn’t be caught dead out here in the trenches fighting over some dick… butttt that Jager boy dick was something else, soooo.

Once her other girlfriend isn’t tense any more, Y/n addresses Historia again, tilting her head and quirking her eyebrow with her hands on her hips as she challenges her. ”Girl,” Y/n rolls it on her tongue and it comes out as a disapproving scolding and Historia gives her dirty look so Y/n takes delight in smiling again, matching Historia’s previous energy when she speaks.” Why you tryna press me? Why you ain’t pressing him?”

They posted up, Y/n and her two girlfriends and Historia’s kinda shook, blue eyes flicking between all of them before she speaks again. “Because I’m asking you.”

“Yeah, she’s asking you now, so don’t worry about that-” Ymir interjects and Y/n’s other girlfriend cut her off with an annoyed “-Girl shut yo doofy ass up, grown folk talkin.”

“She needed a ride,” Y/n’s girlfriend lies for her, rolling her neck as she addresses Historia. Y/n’s chest feels warm and she realizes how much she actually loves her bitches cause they’re sticking up for her without a thought. She valued her sisterhood with her friends more than words could say cause Y/n was out here all alone, she came to college all alone and all she had were her friends to watch her back.

“Why didn’t she just call a cab?” Historia questions, looking straight at Y/n. She’s losing her cool, finally coming face to face with the physical manifestation of Eren’s emotional detachment. “And what were you and Eren talking about in the kitchen, huh?”

“Girl, what are you talking about?” Y/n says with a fed-up sigh, rolling her eyes as she waved Historia off before she puts her pink sunglasses back on. Y/n looks so pretty, so unbothered It makes Historia angry, every second of silence ticking loudly in her head and Y/n’s looking at her like she’s crazy every time Historia’s brows pull together tighter and Historia can’t hold it anymore. This bitch was lying to her, straight to her face. Just like Eren.

Historia explodes and the expression on her face morphs into something that shakes Y/n’s core and she feels guilty all of a sudden. “I saw him drink from your cup! Why did you let him drink from your cup?!” Something in her tone seems desperate and Y/n looks away, eyes finding a group of spectators. When did lying become so hard?

Historia recalls how Eren left the red solo cup with her to go to the bathroom and she saw multiple gloss stains on it. It infuriates Historia, that and the fact that Eren ditched her at the pool party for this girl, that Eren was choosing this girl over her. “It was your cup, you lying, trifling bitch! You’re wearing it right now, you think I’m stupid?! Eren doesn’t wear sparkly lip gloss!-“

“Well guess what?!” Y/n spits, intimidating Historia. “Snatchies, bitch!” Y/n jerks her body at Historia, her temper flaring up. Who did this bitch think she was yelling at? Tryna “handle”? “I ain’t mean to take the nigga from ya, it just happened!"

That physically stings and Historia jolts at Y/n’s sudden aggressive movement, scared for a second. Ymir puts her hand on Historia’s shoulder and she’s strong again, her anger breathless. “Everything we've been through and you think you can take Eren from me?” Historia balls up her fists and she doesn’t know what she’s doing, she’s jumping at Y/n. “Come here, bitch!’

Y/n hasn’t even bitten off her nails, she’s not ready but fuck that, we gotta spank this bitch now. Y/n’s hit doesn’t land, Y/n’s girlfriends shove her back and she misses, recovering in time to see her girlfriends close ranks in front of her, showing their hands out to shove Historia back.

“Uh! Uh! Don’t do that!” Y/n’s other girlfriend is on g o and Y/n sees her body tense up as she squares up and we know she’ll start this fight with a wide right hook like all her other fights. “Run up if you tryna get through, ma! I’ll really fuckin do it to you ‘bout my sister, run up!!”

Y/n relaxes leaving Historia to her other girlfriend as she drops her hands and she’s looking for her blunt now, cursing herself for dropping it. Historia���s stunned, standing on her tippy toes not daring to advance an inch further and Y/n’s found her blunt and it’s between her long red claws as she digs in her pocket for Eren’s lighter. She looks so pretty, she looks so smug when her other girlfriend says, “Run up!” again, jerking at Historia.

It’s like another wound to Historia’s pride when Y/n giggles and lights up her blunt. “Get into that.” Y/n nods her head towards her other girlfriend before she puts the blunt to her mouth and pulls. Smoke comes out of her mouth as she says, “You want ya nigga back, right?”

“Fuck is you doing, back up bitch,” Y/n’s girlfriend has her hand out, black claws inches from Historia’s face and she’s deciding if they really should wreck these bitches on campus and risk expulsion. It’s not worth it, but here they are.

Historia falls onto her heels, dread on her face and body tense as she decides if she wanted to actually fight this battle. Ymir’s behind her, ready, and Sasha’s here, but these girls are bigger than herself, and Sasha and Historia doesn’t know if they’ll win but she hates herself for not bringing Mikasa. They would’ve won for sure if Mikasa was here. She’s ashamed when she comes to her resolve. How could she tell Eren she was scared to fight? To fight for him?

“You don’t want it, I promise you.” Y/n’s girlfriend’s tone is annoyed as she speaks to Historia and she’s deadass, doing the pointing thing in Historia’s face and Y/n feels terrible all of a sudden cause she can still feel Historia looking into her, looking through her.

They’re on campus, how could she forget they’re on campus? Nevertheless, we light up our blunt again, inhale, exhale and repeat. Historia realizes the green lighter in Y/n’s hand. It was Eren’s lighter. She knows it’s Eren’s lighter; she knows this because it reminds her of his eyes. The lighter is green, yes, but there’s a bluish undertone and Historia knows because she picked it out and she can’t breathe.

Of course, we knew Historia didn’t come here with the intention of fighting, she wanted to talk woman to woman but we didn’t owe her anything. Eren owed her an explanation, not us. It’s all Y/n’s thinking when Sasha finally interjects, seeing how tense things were getting.

“Historia I think we should leave now,” Sasha’s rocking back and forth on her heels, hands behind her back as her hazel eyes look off into space. “Couldn’t you guys go for some grub right about now?”

“Yeah, we should leave.” Ymir comes up behind Historia and pats her head. “Pretty girls like yourself don’t fight in the trenches, it’s not a good look.”

Historia considers Ymir’s words and she composes herself again, that gentle eerie smile back on her face. “You’re right, it’s not a good look.” It’s hard to keep composed as she turns to leave because all Historia can think about is Eren fucking that girl, fucking Y/n and she knows it’s why Eren didn’t fuck her all nasty anymore. It’s weird and Historia’s even more ashamed when she feels hot between her legs for a second as her mind flashes through the memories of Eren making love to her, her making love to him- but that was a long time ago too.

They leave without another word and Y/n and her girlfriends watch as they walk away. Y/n’s girlfriend looks back at her when they’re gone, long black claws pushing her tribal braids over her shoulder as she turns to Y/n. “This isn’t over, so watch your back.”

“Next time we might not be here, so don’t get caught lacking.” Y/n’s other girlfriend adds as she inspects her broken white acrylics. “And you owe me seventy-fai dollas hoe, we didn’t actually fight so I broke my nails off for nothin.”

Hours have passed and the sun is no longer in the sky as Y/n replays everything that happened in her head, staring up at her bedroom ceiling. She wanted to text Eren but she felt so embarrassed. Did he hear about the argument yet? Maybe that's why he didn’t ask her to come over tonight. He was probably running damage control and it hurt your head to think about what would happen if you and Historia actually fought. Y/n knew in her heart she could spank Historia, she was confident in this. But she wasn’t confident in the truth. It was the inevitable truth; Eren would choose Historia- that’s his fucking girlfriend!

Y/n groans and buries her face in the pillows, closing her eyes as her body aches for him. Her pussy aches for him and it’s late, it’s 4 a.m and Eren still hasn’t texted her. Those sex flashbacks hit her, her body remembering when he boxed her up and put it in her belly and all of a sudden her pussy is thumping, it’s wet. Y/n has too much pride, she refuses to ask Eren for dick after what happened today so she snatches up her phone and texts one of her hoes.

We decide on this cute ass Puerto Rican nigga we met a while back, he was the move before Eren or whateva. His name was Connie and that boy was fine, Puerto Rican fine with the tattoos, chain, and the gold tooth. Girl, we loved us a fine ass hood nigga and those black teardrops under Connie’s eye made us give him the number and the pussy expeditiously. Y/n tries not to think about Eren when she texts Connie and he texts back almost immediately. She’s sprinkled some magic on him and 20 minutes later he’s scooping her.

Of course, we look good in our flowery pink tank top that made the girls sit up and we filled out those tight, black biker shorts with some fuzzy pink slides. Connie wasn’t with all the talking but when she got in his car he’s checking her out and Y/n’s face gets hot when he tells her, “Damn ma, you still fine as fuck.”

She offers him a cute smile and Connie’s touching her thigh as he pulls off. It’s been a month since you stopped fucking with Connie because of Eren and he didn’t seem to mind at all. Y/n knew he was fucking with other bitches and last she heard he was fucking with some redhead up at tau omega and maybe that’s why he didn’t chase her when she left for Eren. It’s hard to keep Eren out of our mind though, cause every time we try to remember what sex with Connie was like we keep seeing Eren, remembering the things Eren did to us and Y/n feels sick. Eren had her twisted the fuck outta shape and she didn’t like it one bit. So, Y/n gets right to the point, reaching over and touching Connie’s dick print.

He lets her, eyes on the road as he drives with one hand, teasing her with a little, “Already?” when she unzips his ripped black jeans. Y/n giggles a bit, saying a sweet, “Shut up,” before she pulls his dick out of his pants and it still looks the same. She leans down and kisses the tip of Connie’s dick and it smells nice when we breathe in. He’s hard but not all the way so Y/n swallows his whole dick, juicy lips pressing his crotch as she toys him with her tongue.

Connie groans when she starts sucking and his fingers are tangled in her orange hair as Y/n’s head bobs up and down. His dick gets harder and harder and soon Y/n’s throat is gobbling down Connie’s tall dick.

They’re at a stoplight and Y/n’s going to town, bobbing her head as she swallows his dick with a wet gurgle and Connie’s mouth is open, eyebrows scrunched up as he watches Y/n eat him up. “Fuck, where’d you-” Connie’s tummy is heaving and he moans. “-Where’d you learn this?” Y/n’s mouth feels so good, it drives him crazy when she starts humming in the back of her throat.

Y/n hums again in answer before she starts sucking his tip, only the tip and Connie’s legs are spreading wider as he sinks down in the driver's seat. Y/n feels the steering wheel turning against her head as he pulls off from the stoplight but she’s still going. By the time they get back to Connie’s place Y/n sucked 2 nuts outta him and she knows Connie loves when she swallows, so she swallows all of his children, licking her lips and smiling before they get outta the car.

There was no talking when they got up to Connie's place. He’s all over her, hands on her hips, her ass, roaming up her tummy and cupping her breast and Y/n closes her eyes, letting him take her away. She can’t get away from Eren, seeing him under her dark eyelids and feeling Eren when Connie pulls her tight black shorts down. It’s a lovely surprise, Y/n isn’t wearing any panties, her pussy drooling and Connie licks his lips, ghosting his fingers over her pussy to collect some of her juices. She’s hot, her pussy’s hot and it’s wafting off of her and Connie pulls his fingers apart, his dick starting to throb when her juices created strings between his fingers.

Her ass looks so fat tooted up like that and Connie missed Y/n. The other girls couldn’t compare to this bad ass bitch and here she was, busting it open for him again. Fuck, her pussy’s so pretty, so pretty it makes his dick ache, and Connie’s touching her, hands caressing her ass cheeks. Y/n makes it shake for him a little, encouraging him and Connie’s losing his mind, breathing an animalistic, “Oh yeah, stay right there,” as he fumbles to undo his pants and pull his dick out. He pulls a condom out of his pocket and he’s fumbling to put it on too, eyes trained on Y/n.

Y/n bites her lip, nuzzling her cheek into the back of the couch as Connie slides his dick between her wet pussy lips and Connie lets out a deep breath when her pussy starts stretching around him as she takes him easily. Y/n adjusts herself a bit, pushing her ass back against Connie as she relaxes, letting him in her tummy. Connie’s rubbing her ass, his hands dragging over every inch of her soft cheeks and he’s stabbing in her soft spot, it hurts and Y/n has to open her eyes to keep the image of Eren’s pretty green eyes out of her head.

Y/n knows it’s coming when he takes hold of her hips, her pussy’s twitching and she really wants him to put that dick down on her, she’s desperate. Connie gives her a test stroke, pulling out and ramming back in and Y/n keeps her pussy open, it’s as if it didn’t phase her.

“Aii, you wanna play like that,” Connie grips her hips tighter and Y/n sinks in her back, making Connie shudder at the way her pussy lips spread open and the view of her hole stretching around him leaves him reeling.

“Come onnn,” Y/n’s impatient and he can’t see her face under the huge mass of orange curls so Connie moves them aside, tucking what he can behind Y/n’s ear.

“Stop talking like that, baby doll” His tone is gentle, but there it is, that looming threat and Y/n knows he’s toting so she licks her lips, eyes flicking up to Connie before she presses her lips shut.

Connie’s rubbing her ass again and Y/n’s trying to enjoy it, but her pussy doesn’t feel full; she wants Eren. He starts stroking her pussy out and it starts off gentle but Connie starts rocking on his toes, digging deeper in her pussy, and Y/n’s starting to feel good. He’s kinda itching her scratch.

Connie wants her to cream, he loves it when she creams and he’s going faster, he’s beating her pussy up, and Y/n’s moaning, reaching between her legs to rub out her clit as she takes all of Connie’s strokes. It doesn’t feel full, Y/n’s still aching and she wants him inside, she wants Eren and Connie has to fight when she starts pushing against him. He’s gripping the top of her ass, rocking his hips and giving her pussy, rough, deep strokes and Y/n’s still rubbing her clit, she’s still moaning and Connie doesn’t wanna stop, her pussy’s too good.

He’s stabbing her pussy out, fingernails digging in her skin and Y/n’s looking up at him the entire time, trying to keep Eren out of her mind by focusing on Connie’s face. Y/n’s bad, fuck she’s so bad he can’t help the groan that leaves his mouth when he sees the cream on his dick. He starts rocking his hips in earnest and Y/n’s pussy starts squelching around his dick. It's loud, it’s wet and the sound of Connie’s balls slapping her pussy lips is like white noise and she’s getting into it.

She clenches her pussy up and Connie slows down, Y/n feels his fingers trembling against her skin as he pulls out really slow and Y/n’s gripping him, she won’t let his tip go and Connie’s shuddering as he slides back in. He’s on the edge and her pussy’s so hot around him and Connie knows he was right to wear a condom but god, he wished he hadn’t. Connie’s hands trail up to her shoulders and he’s leaning over her, angling his hips as he digs in her pussy deep and Y/n’s whining, wiggling her hips cause he’s hurting her but when Connie pulls out and starts giving her pussy solid, deep strokes she hushes right up.

Okay, he was actually shaking something right now and Y/n makes the mistake of unclenching her pussy cause when she does, Connie plunges into her belly and she’s screaming.

“This is what ya wanted, right?” Connie’s serious, fingers squeezing her shoulders and grunts in her ear as he pounds Y/n’s pussy and for a minute she doesn’t think about Eren.

“Ohh, fuck, yess,” Y/n’s breathless, her clit lights up with fire every time she rubs it and it’s coming, she feels her tummy tightening, she feels her pussy leaking and fuck, it’s coming. Connie feels her pussy juices warm on his tummy and he’s panting, he’s sweating in that pussy and he knows he and Sasha made it official today but Y/n’s pussy, god, it was just too good and Connie’s grimacing when he gives Y/n’s pussy one solid, deep stroke before he cums.

“Don’t stoppp,” Y/n’s wiggling under him, she doesn’t know if he’s done because of the condom, and Connie pulls away, his dick going soft as he gets off of her.

Connie slaps her ass. “I came,” He’s breathing hard and Y/n turns around to see him pulling up his pants. She’s disappointed, her pussy’s twitching with dissatisfaction as she gets up and she feels so ashamed of herself. Why’d we even give Connie pussy again? It was our choice, so why did we feel so worthless right now? Embarrassed?

“Take me home.” Y/n doesn’t wanna stay. She pulls up her shorts and fixes her waist beads right over her tummy.

“Yeah, come on.”

Connie takes her home and Y/n doesn’t speak the entire ride. She’s on her phone, constantly checking for a message from Eren but there are none. When they get to her dorm she gets out and slams the car door. Connie rolls his eyes and drives off, not waiting to see if she got inside safely cause fucking with Y/n came with her little episodes and Connie was accustomed to it.

Y/n flops into her bed and she tries really hard not to let those negative feelings get the best of her. All we can think about to get those negative feelings away was Eren, just our fuckin luck. Her body’s hot again and her pussy misses her daddy. Aggravated, Y/n snatches up her phone and Eren still hasn’t texted her. She throws it across the room and hugs her pillow before screaming really loud into the fluff. It’s futile, it does nothing and she’s still angry, her pussy’s still hot, she’s still ashamed.

What the fuck were you thinking? That you could ever handle Historia? It made Y/n angrier. You and Eren were probably done after what happened today. He always left you to go to her. This time he’s staying with her and it’s done, Eren’s done. Y/n finds herself wishing she would have just walked away from Historia and she has to remind herself she didn’t do anything wrong. We didn’t even hit the bitch! For fuck sake she tried to run up on us, why should we feel bad?

What about that girl even held Eren? She didn’t have bawdy like we did, she didn’t have sugar, spice, and all the nice things that attracted Eren to us, she looked the same as any other girl. Historia’s pretty, yeah, she fits the beauty standard so perfectly but that’s all she is and it’s plain, her looks are so common they’re plain- so, what was it? Y/n refused to believe he actually loved that ditzy little bitch, cause if he really loved her he wouldn’t be out here in the trenches doing her grimey.

It’s as if Y/n’s brainstorming manifests the loud dinging of her phone on the floor across the room and all she’s thinking about is Eren as she hops off of her bed and flies to grab her phone. It’s Eren, the little black heart at the top of the message notification sucks the air out of her, and Y/n’s mildly panicked as she opens the text.

It’s a simple,

‘Yo’ Read 5:10 a.m.

And it’s their little game. Y/n replies with a

‘?’ Read 5:10 a.m.

And then Eren’s calling her and Y/n feels the anxiety flare up in her tummy as she answers, putting the call on speakerphone before she says, “Hello?”

Eren skips the pleasantries, pressing her and Y/n’s hurt by the assertiveness in his voice. “You tried to jump Historia?”

It hurts and Y/n feels as if he’s revoked all the sensitive parts of him he shared with her, revoked all the intimacy between them and she feels terrible. Her mouth is dry and she doesn’t have an answer until Eren hits her with a blank, “Did you?” but it feels as if he’s angry with her, as if she’s the enemy.

“W-What?” Y/n sputters, shaking her head as she lets out a shaky chorus of, “No, No, N-No of course not.”

Y/n’s mentally preparing herself for a verbal abusing but Eren sucks in a deep breath and he sighs into the phone. It’s quiet for a bit after that and Y/n’s heart is thumping in her chest and fuck, was that sweat?

“Where are you?” Eren’s voice is calm this time but Y/n’s still on edge.

“Home,” She answers, sinking down onto the floor and she’s trying really hard to stay sane, to keep from falling out. Historia lied to him and Eren came for her head without hesitation. This turns your stomach and you feel sick, further verifying the fact that Eren would choose Historia. She lied though. Historia lied and Eren was ready to tear Y/n up, she could hear it in his voice.

What if Eren had come in person? What if Eren would have hurt her? Eren still hurt her though, mentally and emotionally, but what if he actually had hurt Y/n? Over the lie Historia told? Y/n’s mind is running a mile a minute and she’s frazzled, struggling to swallow cause her mouth was really dry.

“Can I see you?” Eren’s voice drifts through the phone and Y/n’s not expecting that, she’s still kind of shook but there’s this piece of her, deep inside, that wants to see Eren. How could you not trust somebody but still want to be with them? Y/n doesn’t know, but she wants to see Eren.

“I…” Y/n’s thinking, tummy bubbling. “I don’t know. I don’t know,” she’s shaking her head, feeling terrible and it doesn’t help when Eren says,

“Please,” She doesn’t reply so he continues, “I can’t sleep, Y/n.”

Y/n’s swallowing now, unsure, but she’s falling for him again so she agrees. “In public, the diner off campus.”

“Okay, bet.” Eren hangs up and Y/n sags, turning into a puddle on her floor and it takes her a minute to feel her body again. She’s still angry though, angry that Eren handled her like that- who the fuck was he? He wasn’t our daddy, pressing us like we was some little girl. Y/n sits up and lets out a long, dragged-out sigh before she gets up to get ready for the occasion. Why did the cutest ones come with so many problems?

Y/n keeps it cute, classy, and safe, matching a simple black tube dress with some black sandal heels since she’d just gotten a new french tip pedicure. There’s a kitchen knife and pepper spray in her black evening clutch when she walks into the diner. Eren’s sitting in the front of the diner, she sees him as soon as she comes in and Eren sits up, eyes on her as she comes closer. Y/n’s lingering, hesitant to sit with him and he notices her soft face is glowing, shiny and there’s an overwhelming scent of cocoa butter. She always smells sugary but this scent, it warms Eren’s nose and he thinks it matches her.

“Hey,” he breathes, motioning to the empty seat in the booth across from him. Y/n glances around the diner before easing into the booth with Eren. He likes the way her long bouncy orange curls move with her and she looks so delicate to him. Eren wishes they were here under different circumstances, he wishes that he could have more time with her.

“Hi,” Her voice comes out airy as her hand fans out over her breast, long red claws pushing the mass of orange curls up and flipping them over her shoulder. Y/n takes another cursory glance around the diner cause she couldn’t be caught lacking, not right now. She’s not wearing a bra, Eren sees her nipples pressing through the slinky black material and when Y/n see’s him looking she stuffs her hands into her lap, hoping her arms cover her breast. They don’t but Eren looks away out of respect and only when she’s comfortable, face to face with him Eren asks her,

“What happened?”

Y/n knows what he wants to know about and it hangs in the air for a second. Eren doesn’t look angry, Y/n thinks as she looks him over, her pretty brown eyes rolling him up and down, gauging his face. What could we say? Y/n feels as if Eren wouldn’t believe her even if she told the truth cause it’s Historia, it was Historia they were talking about! The truth. We would tell him the truth- Historia couldn’t spank us and Eren definitely couldn’t spank us, the fuck.

“She ran up on me.”

Eren raises his eyebrows, urging her on and Y/n gives him a shrug, it's exasperated as she rolls her eyes.

“That’s it?” Eren questions. “That’s all that happened?”

“Yes, on God.” Y/n raises her hand, red claw pointing up to the sky.

“Y/n please don’t lie to me,” Eren puts his hands on the table and Y/n catches that, eyes flicking down to his hands and back to his face. He has a tattoo on his ring finger, a flying bird, and Y/n finds herself focusing on both his tattoo and his eyes because she felt anxious, as if he might jump on her. “Because I don’t like getting angry.”

His green eyes are leering into her and Y/n feels as if he’s looking through her, she feels guilty like she did something wrong but we know we didn’t touch Historia. Fuck that, this bitch wasn’t finna lie on your good name. Y/n doesn’t need anybody to hype her up, she doesn’t need anybody behind her and she stands her ground.

“Okay Eren, let me tell you something,” Y/n starts, leaning in and putting her own hands on the table, interlocking her red claws while getting ready to read Eren. “Historia walked up on me while I was minding my business and started pressing me and that upset me and my homegirls-“

“-Pressing you?-”

“-Yes, pressing me,” Y/n’s talking with her hands and she’s serious as she expresses herself, so serious Eren hangs onto every word and it’s as if she has a hand movement for every word, she moves her hand every time she speaks. “We exchanged some words and she started yelling and she tried to run up on me and my friends stopped her from touching me, that’s it and that’s all-”

“-So you didn’t say anything?” Eren’s not taking her seriously, Y/n feels as if her character is being called to question and she doesn’t like it, especially when it’s coming from a hypocrite. “You didn’t threaten her? You didn’t spit on my girlfriend? You didn’t set your fucking backyardigans on my fucking girlfriend, Y/n?-”

“-My nigga what you’re not finna do is come up outta the side of your fuckin’ neck to me!-”

“-Or what?-”

“-Boy, look, I don’t know what the fuck or who the fuck you and your little girlfriend think y’all pressing like this-“

“-So what would you have me do?” His handsome face is intense and there’s no light dancing in his eyes. Y/n can’t read him anymore, it’s as if he’s a stranger.

Y/n laughs at that, but it's not rude, it sounds surprised, like she can’t believe what she’s hearing. “How about you believe me?”

“Why?” Eren asks and Y/n sees he’s deadass when he doesn’t add anything or change his expression, he’s waiting for her.

“If I really wanted to jump Historia,” Y/n begins and she’s serious, her tone lowering an octave as she addresses Eren. “Ya bitch woulda been in critical condition, not telling lies on my good name and putting me in the middle of whatever the fuck y’all two got going on.”

God, she’s so sexy when she does the pointing thing with her hand, she has a long red nail in his face as she cusses him out.

“Yeah right, who the fuck do you think you are?” Eren scoffs, calling Y/n’s bluff. “You’re not like that,”

“Baby, I promise you I am like that,” Y/n looks so bad to Eren, she’s such a sexy little bitch when she gets staticky and he wishes he didn’t have to do this. His eyes never leave her, he’s giving Y/n every last bit of his attention as she speaks. ”That’s why I told you whatever the fuck we got going on was wrong from the start.”

Eren’s quiet for a second before he sucks in a breath, steeling himself.

“What do we got goin on?” He questions and Y/n knows the confusion on his face is feigned as he leans back in his seat and crosses his arms, spreading his legs.

It’s a slap in the face and Y/n feels so stupid, thinking about the parts of herself she should have never shared with him, she feels punked. Eren sees the displacement on Y/n’s pretty face and he raises his eyebrows, shaking his head a little as he demands an answer. Y/n closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, and she’s a whole new person when she opens her eyes.

“We don’t got nothing going on, my bad.” Y/n’s calm as she picks up her purse and moves to leave the booth.

“Yeah,” Eren watches her go. “Your bad.”

Y/n tries really hard to keep those tears in but by the time she’s outside everything’s blurry and her face is wet. Fuck, that nigga had our lashes hanging on by a miracle. During the ride home it really hits, It’s over. Everything that you and Eren were, everything y’all shared was over. Should it hurt so much? Eren wasn’t even her boyfriend, Eren was just some dick.

So… why did it hurt?

Y/n mourns the loss of him to some heartbreak music for what feels like forever, buried naked in her covers until the sun rises. Even after the sun rises she doesn’t move, playing back everything that Eren said to her. Each time she replayed it, it hurt her heart even more and Y/n prays for somebody, something to pull her from this never-ending cycle. It was Eren’s loss. Y/n would have gone to war for him. That wasn’t something Historia could ever dream to do.

It’s Eren, Porco, and Connie matching at the smoke spot a few days later and Eren’s in his own world, and all he can see or think about is Y/n. It’s not like he actually wanted to let her go but Historia, Historia was like family and family comes first. They’re on the fifth blunt and Eren’s eyes are low and red as he puffs on the blunt. Y/n’s fluttering through his mind, his thoughts racing from one memory to the next and he’s trying to cope with the loss of her. Eren keeps moving forward, though, life has to go on and it’s hard to accept what he’s done.

“-Her ass was clapping!” Connie yowls, hand on his chest as he throws himself out of his seat for dramatic effect as he puts on a show for Porco. “Had that bitch over the couch, breakin’ ha’ back!”

Porco rolls his eyes, leaning forward to take the blunt from Eren. “Word to?” He smokes, stormy grey eyes red and low.

Eren settles down in his seat again, tuning into their conversation as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Yeah, word to?”

They laugh when Connie acts surprised in his seat before kissing the tips of his fingers, flinging his hand to the sky. “Word to my mother! Y/n was swallowing my kids the entire car ride to the crib, bro.”

Eren blinks one time, shocked, and then he blinks again, hoping it would clear his ears. He sits up and Eren doesn’t know what he’s even doing when he asks, “Y/n?” His voice is serious and it stops Connies joking around and Porco’s looking at him sideways. “Y/n?”

Connie settles down in his seat, reaching to take the blunt from Porco as he says, “Yeah, Y/n.”

“Y/n?” Eren questions again, because he didn’t want to believe Y/n was the good pussy bitch Connie was going on about for the last 10 minutes. “Y/n with the orange hair? Mikasa’s Friend, Y/n?”

“Yeah, man.”

Porco and Connie are smacked as fuck, eyes red as they look at Eren like he’s crazy. Eren’s brewing, fist balled tight, digging into his knees as he got angry.

“Chill out,” Porco sighs, leaning back in his seat and putting his hands behind his head as he relaxes. “So, you two fucked the same girl. Congratulations.”

The smoke comes out Connie’s nose before he speaks again, “My bad, I didn’t even know, bro.” He’s passing the blunt to Eren but Eren doesn’t take it. Connie can’t help but feel like he’s done something wrong to Eren when he starts to leave.

“You’re cool,” Eren’s stiff as he holds out his hand to Connie, and Connie looks up at him, realizing they’re good. Connie daps Eren up and says, “Yeah man, anytime.”

Eren daps Porco up and he doesn’t bother saying anything as he leaves because all he can think is,

“I’m about to knock this bitch head off,”

It’s two a.m when Eren’s beating down Y/n’s dorm door and Y/n’s walking up to her door yelling, “You do not pay my bills, why are you breaking my door?!”

The pounding is ceaseless and Y/n thinks she’s gonna get a headache when she gets close enough to open the door. She yanks it open, fixing her face all nasty to greet the idiot breaking down her door and It’s Eren. It’s Eren, god she mourned for him and now he was here, in his tight navy blue t-shirt that pressed against the contours of his abs, that golden key necklace hanging off of his neck, and her eyes can’t help but explore, flicking down to the black Nike shorts that hugged his hips and clung to his dick print but Eren’s on her case, hitting her with a,

“You really are a fucking whore, did you know that?” Eren spat it at her, not giving her any time to recover; he leans in and puts his arm up on the door frame as he insults her. “You like swallowing kids, right?”

Y/n sputters, eyes wide in alarm, lips parted as Eren comes in closer, venom leaking from his lips as his voice gets more deranged and guttural and Y/n’s scared. “It’s only been a few days and you’re already fucking the gang, right?” Eren’s close and he’s backing her into her dorm room.

“It’s true what they say, you’re only good for a filthy, meaningless, fuck,” Y/n gasps at that, the insult slicing her open and her tummy drops when Eren gets her inside and the door slams shut behind him. “Because you wanna fuck the gang right? You wanna fuck my friends, right?”

Y/n’s never been in a situation like this, never in her life and she’s terrified. Eren’s bigger than her, he’s taller and he’s looming over her and he’s angry and Y/n quickly finds herself. “You broke up with me!”

“So you give my pussy away?” Eren flies into a passion, snatching Y/n by her orange curls, yanking her head sideways and Y/n refuses to look as she shoves him away, hard.

“Boy, you done lost your mothafuckin’ mind grabbing on me like that! ” Y/n screams at him and it hurts, her heart hurts as the words rip out of her throat. “I ain’t do nothin’ to you that you ain’t do to me!-

“-I don’t give a fuck about any of that shit.” Eren’s tone is dangerous as he comes in close again and Y/n’s backing up. “You’re gonna get Connie seriously fucked up.” Eren’s serious and Y/n’s shook cause she’s never seen him like this, she’s never seen him angry. His viridian eyes look like they’re on fire, his lips are tight, eyebrows pulled down towards each other and his fists are closed and she can see the veins on his hands bulging out, racing up his arms.

It’s a warning and Y/n can’t find her words cause Eren’s in her face and she doesn’t know what she trips on, but she falls on her ass, and Eren’s standing over her. It’s quiet for a second and nobody makes a move. Y/n never takes her eyes off of Eren. He’s just looking at her, staring down at her but the veins aren’t showing on his skin anymore and Y/n’s voice is shaky when she says,

”Can we talk about this?”

Eren makes a big show of pretending to consider Y/n before uttering a short and curt, “No.”

Y/n’s never seen this side of him, this mocking, cold-hearted side of him. He looks so different when he’s like this and Y/n’s so confused. What happened to Eren? What happened to her Eren?

“Please,” Y/n’s voice is soft, desperate as she gets on her knees and sits back on her legs, begging, searching Eren’s face for anything, everything for her Eren.

“Why should I?” Eren's eyes are cold and he’s patient as he watches her panic. He’s intrigued. “What could you possibly say to remedy the fact that you fucked my friend, you gave my pussy away and you’re out here in these streets embarrassing me?”

“I didn’t know he was your friend,” Y/n’s telling the truth and she prays to god Eren believes her. Y/n’s thinking maybe she could fuck Eren to get out of this situation because fuck, a bitch was scared. But he’s disgusted with her, he thinks she’s a whore and Y/n doesn’t know what to do.

Eren blinks at her, it's a slow, ‘Am I hearing this shit correctly?’ blink and Y/n knows it’s coming, that Eren’s about to cut her. “And that’s why I shouldn’t rip your fucking face off?”

He’s coming up outta his face to her and Y/n explodes, her frame shaking as she yells up at him. “I’m not your girlfriend!”

Eren takes that with an unsettling grace, nodding his head in agreement with her. “Not anymore.”

The anger flaring in Y/n’s pretty face flickers and dies out. Not anymore? Y/n sees her Eren for a second and she feels so stupid for not realizing sooner. It wasn’t the sex that kept him coming back and Y/n thinks of all the times he’s held her, caressed her, loved her and the memories shatter and break when she’s realized what he’s said.

“Oh.” Is all Y/n can muster and she looks so lost sitting there before him, so hurt.

It’s over and It hurts Eren too. He wants Y/n, she is water that glows like fire, fields of ice, giant rocks that take days to climb. Y/n is freedom itself, manifesting at a point in his life where he feels trapped- stuck, and Eren wants to fight. He wants to fight for his freedom but he knows it’s useless. So, Eren leaves. He walks out on Y/n, slamming the door so hard she jumps, tears stinging her eyes as the sound resonates through the room.

Eren’s head is spinning and all he can see is red as he walks. ‘I wasn’t wrong, was I?’ Is all he can ask himself and there’s no answer, there’s no voice in his head telling him he wasn’t wrong. Comfort, Eren wants comfort and the thought of getting it from Historia made him even angrier.

He’s in his car and the anger dies down, replaced by negative feelings of, fuck- betrayal? Jealousy? Hurt? Eren doesn’t know which one but they’re whooping his ass and all he wants is comfort. Comfort from Yn. He wants her to touch him, run her fingers through his hair, hold him, kiss him, fuck him and Eren gets angry at himself all over again for wanting that, for wanting Y/n.

“I’m not your girlfriend!”

“I’m not your girlfriend!”

“I’m not your girlfriend!”

That hurt, as much as Eren hated to admit, Y/n hurt him. She knew his body, she knew his body and she hurt him. It’s dangerous, though, ‘cause Eren still wants her. It hurts to think about Connie with Y/n, with his Y/n and Eren doesn’t want to ruin their friendship but he’s really considering driving back to the smoke spot to beat the breaks off of Connie’s goofy ass. Eren’s steaming, brewing as he puts the car in gear, getting ready to fuck Connie up something nasty when his phone starts ringing. Eren tries to ignore it but the sound’s battering his skull in, it’s pissing him off even more and he finally gives in, snatching his phone up.

It’s Historia.

“Just my fucking luck,” Eren mutters as he answers the call, trying to compose himself before he says, “Historia?”

“Erennn, baby, I need you,” Historia’s sleepy voice tickles his ears.

Eren’s feeling guilty now, guilty about Historia. He’s breaking the promise he made her, by being here, being here angry over Y/n, and Eren sighs, closing his eyes to take a second before he answers.

“I’m coming.”

Eren gets comfort from Historia, crawling into her bed at the ass crack of dawn. He holds her and she holds him but Eren’s still angry, still hurt and all he can think about is Y/n as Historia falls back asleep in his arms. There was a time when this was Eren’s world, here in Historia’s arms. Her hair smells like roses and it’s such a bitter scent compared to Y/n’s. Eren squeezes Historia to his body and he tries hard, he tries really hard to feel something but it’s cold.

Everything inside of Eren is cold even though her body’s warm against him. Historia was his world once upon a time. She hasn’t fallen asleep yet, mumbling as she snuggles closer, bringing her leg up and throwing it over him. Eren’s rubbing the small of her back, fingers stroking the bone he feels under her skin and the smell of roses is intoxicating, so much it’s making his stomach hurt. Historia’s up when Eren turns away, pushing her leg off of him and curling up on the other side of the bed.

“Erennn come back over here,” Historia’s whining, reaching for him and Eren pretends he’s fallen asleep. It’s sad, cause once upon a time Historia was his heaven. She comes in close, cuddling up to his back and wrapping her arm around his middle. She’s nuzzling her face into his back and Eren feels trapped, here with Historia, trapped in Historia’s world and God, he would give anything for a taste of life outside of Historia’s forsaken walls. He would give anything for freedom.

Mikasa notices first. The zoning out, the eye bags, the irritability, she notices it first and Eren genuinely doesn’t know what to say when she asks, “Is everything okay, Eren?”

All he can give her is a wary, “I fucked up, I’m in too deep,” before he plops down in her bean bag chair with his hands over his face as he lets out a long drawn-out breath. “I’m in too deep, Miki.”

Mikasa’s confused as she comes to join her brother on the bean bag, sitting at the edge because Eren’s taking up all the space with his manspreading. “What do you mean?” Mikasa’s presence is cool, calming to him and she’s so gentle when she touches him. “What’s going on, Eren?”

“I don’t even know,” Eren’s tired, kneading his temples.

Mikasa touches Eren’s thigh to get his attention. “Is this about Y/n?”

Eren doesn’t even have to answer, that’s how close they were. Mikasa continues, pulling her hand back from Eren. “It is.” She declares to herself, laying on her side next to Eren and propping herself up on her elbow. “I suspected this when Historia told me I told you to drive Y/n home.”

Eren snorts at that, rolling his eyes and tossing his head back to stare at Mikasa’s ceiling. It’s quiet for a second before Eren says, “Thanks for holding it down, Miki.”

“Always,” Mikasa hums, reaching over to push his hanging baby hairs back, pressing her palm against his forehead. He’s warm, not too warm to alert her so Mikasa pulls back. “So are you gonna tell me what’s going on?”

Eren’s tired when he tells his sister everything. Mikasa listens, quietly nodding and saying a small “Oh,” here and there as Eren fits the puzzle together for her. When he’s done it’s quiet for a second so Mikasa lets it all soak in.

“What about Historia?” Mikasa questions, cocking an eyebrow and tilting her head just a bit. Truth be told, Mikasa doesn’t care about Historia, Eren’s long-time girlfriend who he owes loyalty to. She cares about Eren, she cares about her brother, her beloved.

“I don’t know,” Eren groans, covering his face with both of his hands again. “Fuck, Miki, I don’t know.”

“Calm down,” Mikasa reaches for one of his arms, pulling his hand away from his face. “Relax,” She says when she looks into one of the green eyes that roll over to look at her. “We have been through too much for you to lose your shit over a stupid college love triangle.”

“It’s a square,” Eren bitterly reminds her. “Y/n fucked Connie and I had to hear about it, remember?”

Mikasa nods, correcting herself. “A stupid college love square-”

Eren laughs at that and for a second Mikasa sees her Eren, bright and colorful.

“-I’m serious,” Mikasa chides, pinching his cheek with a small chuckle. Only when Eren’s settled down, still manspreading with his hands idle in his lap and attention on her, Mikasa continues. “Look at you,” Mikasa’s moving his hair from his face, caressing his cheek. “You’re just like her, more and more every day.”

Eren’s ears start getting red and he’s blushing, looking away from Mikasa but she brings him back, hands on his cheek as she guides his eyes to her own. “You remember when she said to live?” Eren vividly remembers his mother and he looks a little sad for a second but when Miki smiles at him he’s okay again.

“Not just survive,” Mikasa finishes for him. “She said to live, not just survive.”

That’s all they’ve been doing and Eren’s tired, leaning in and pressing his forehead to Miki’s and she barely hears him when he asks, “How?”

“Just live,” Mikasa’s voice is soft and she’s all Eren sees when he opens his eyes and she’s so close. “And I dare anybody to try and stop you. I’ll carve them up.” She’s grinning and Eren’s smiling and he loves his sister so much he puts a kiss on her nose.

“No butchering this time?” Eren’s teasing, pulling away to settle down again. “We’re in America, Miki, no need to be so fancy with it. Nothing’s wrong with a little sloppy handiwork.”

Mikasa gets up off of the beanbag, pushing Eren’s head before she goes over to her bag to grab some Twizzlers. “Don’t forget I was the only reason you got the drop on Annie, big head.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Eren doesn’t wait for her to offer the twizzlers, he hates them, of course, he hates them but it’s candy so he takes the pack from Mikasa when she sits next to him again.

“Yeah, hush that shit right up.” Mikasa’s pulling her twizzler apart, looking at Eren sideways to make sure there’s no backtalk and she’s content when she sees he has three twizzlers hanging from his lips.

Eren slurps them up like ramen and Mikasa hears him swallow before he starts bitching again. “Okay, but you never gave me a solution to the problem I presented you with.”

It’s a lazy, half-assed shrug Mikasa gives him, looking over at him as she sucks up one of her twizzler strings. “Oh,” Mikasa eats another string and Eren waits for her epiphany because Miki always knew what to do, since they were kids, Miki always came through.

“Well,” Mikasa hums, lolling her head as she enjoys the sweetness of the candy on her tongue. “First, it’s obvious you have to break up with Historia if you don’t feel any love for her anymore.”

“I can’t.” Eren does not like Mikasa’s epiphany, eating more twizzlers before letting out a muffled. “It’ll break her.”

“That’s not fair to Y/n though,”

“Y/n’s not my girlfriend. Historia is.”

“But it sounds like you want her to be.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want, Miki. I already promised Historia.”

“Promised what?” Mikasa takes the crinkled up candy wrapper from Eren as she licks the red residue off of her fingers.

“That I’d fight for her, for us.” Eren seems disappointed in himself, he can’t even look at Mikasa and he’s regretting the twizzlers now cause they had such a nasty aftertaste. “Fuck, Miki, I feel so trapped.”

“That’s new,” Mikasa snorts and Eren gives her a ‘Really?’ look and she's laughing. Eren’s sulking, waiting for her to quiet down and when she does Mikasa says, “I’m sorry but that’s stupid,”

Mikasa’s face is flushed and she’s grinning as she tucks some of her long black hair behind her ear. “Not you feeling trapped,” Mikasa adds. “Just the part of you ‘fighting’ for her.” Eren was a fighter, from the moment he crawled from Carla’s womb the world seemed to have it in for him so all Eren did was fight, to live, to love, to laugh and it was such a grueling fight, they lost so much to make it to where they are now.

Eren rolls his eyes and he feels his head hurting so he starts rubbing his temples. “Yeah, no shit, also your twizzlers are ass.”

Mikasa hits him. “Why would you agree to that?” and Eren knows it’s stupid but he tells her what Historia told him about her confrontation with Y/n and Mikasa stops him flat out.

“-What? Historia dragged Sasha from study hall with Ymir to look for Y/n.”

“Historia told me she was in study hall with Sasha and Ymir when Y/n and her friends tried to jump on her.” It’s a statement, but it leaves Eren’s lips sounding like a question as he raises his eyebrows at Mikasa. It should be the truth? Right? Ymir and Sasha confirmed it-

“-No,” Mikasa corrects, but that sounds like a question too, eyebrows squinching together at Eren as she tilts her head. “I was at study hall after Sasha left with Historia and Ymir- Y/n never showed up.”

Eren starts laughing, but it’s not happy laughing. It's deranged ‘I can’t believe this shit,’ laughing. He’s laughing with his eyes wide open and Mikasa confirms it with a knowing look and Eren laughs harder. Miki’s telling the truth, Miki’s never scared so she never lies and Eren can’t fucking believe it.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Eren knew how to get his bitch back, Historia was light work she always came back but Y/n? Fuck, Y/n wouldn’t even give him the time of day. She blocked his number and all his socials. Mikasa said you had taken down all the pictures you took in his dorm room (for Historia to see when she lurked your page) and Eren never even knew you had posted those but he’s still hurt all the same. Eren’s losing his mind and he only pushes himself to insanity when he uses Mikasa’s citizens’ app to find Y/n and she’s at Connie's place.

Eren teleports. The memory of the journey to Connie’s apartment is gone in the wind as he pounds Connie’s door down. “Open the fuck up, Connie!”

Eren doesn’t stop pounding, each thump resonating through his fist until an annoyed Connie yanks the door open. “Are you gonna break my door, dick bag?!”

“Where’s Y/n?” Eren doesn’t care about any of that shit, pushing past Connie and storming into his apartment. Eren’s checking rooms and Connie’s following him, yelling, but Eren’s not listening. He needs to see Y/n. He needs to put eyes on Y/n. It’s a prayer and she manifests, coming out of the bedroom in her bra and panties.

Her orange hair is fucked up, curls looking crazy and she doesn’t have any lip gloss on. The bitch had the nerve to be missing one of her fluffy mink lashes and Eren can’t keep his shit together. He has to look away from her, knowing what he had tried so hard to stop actually happened. Anywhere but her, anywhere but Y/n. It hurts too fucking much.

Eren’s eyes land on Connie, who’s still yelling, and he notices Connie’s wearing his boxers and there are hickeys on his neck. The wide-eyed deranged look Eren gives Connie shuts him the fuck up before Eren takes off on him, knocking his shit back with a nasty right hook.

Y/n’s smacked, her pussy’s worn out, it wasn’t her apartment and she was not tryna get accidentally hit. So she watches, standing there in her bra and panties as Eren and Connie get it on. Connie’s lowkey getting his ass whooped ‘cause Eren’s throwin dem bitches and Y/n thinks he’s fighting for his life, not giving Connie a single chance to get a hit in.

They’re knocking shit over, rearranging furniture, and Eren’s grabbing him, spinning him, tossing him and Y/n knows Eren’s sneakers have grip cause they’re scuffing, squeaking against the wooden floor. Y/n’s flattered and if anyone was looking right now they’d think she was an evil bitch who set Connie up cause she’s kinda smiling. They’re really fighting over her pussy right now? Eren’s really fighting for our pussy right now?

“Fucked up!'' It's an animalistic roar, a loud crack when Eren rocks Connie in the forehead, sending his head sailing back and his nose is left wide open. Eren doesn’t know what he’s fighting for. Himself? Y/n? His freedom? Eren doesn't know. His soul isn’t listening, hardened with two thousand years of battle experience it wields Eren’s body and forces him to the vanguard.

“You!” The sheer force of Eren’s punch cracks Connie’s nose, twisting it sideways and Y/n winces, unconsciously reaching up to rub her own nose.

“Got!” Eren hits him two times, fast and hard in his chest but the second punch misses, connecting with his neck instead. Connie sputters, gags, hands flying to his throat and Eren bashes his head to the side. He’s not fighting for Historia, not anymore.

“Me!” Eren’s playing tennis with Connie’s head, knocking it the other way. “Fucked!” Connie’s drowsy but he still tries to throw a punch but Eren weaves that shit and sends him to heaven. “Up!”

Y/n feels kind of bad, cringing when Connie lands on his ass with a loud ‘thwack’. He didn’t deserve this, it was all her fault and Y/n knows this when Eren doesn’t stop. He gets on top of Connie and pummels him, face shots, body shots and Connie isn’t fighting back when Y/n decides to intervene.

“Okayyy, Eren!” She’s grabbing at his arms, shoulders, anything to stop him but Eren’s skin is hard, muscles tight as he bats her away. “You got it, stop!” Eren’s shit isn’t together at all, she’s like a fly that he has to constantly wave away with every punch.

“Stop touching me- don’t fuckin’ touch me!” Eren’s running ragged, body hurting when he flings Y/n onto her ass before going to town on Connie again.

Y/n’s had enough of this, it’s getting serious and she thinks Eren might actually kill Connie. He didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve this. Eren’s wild, his face twisted up into something demonic and she’s never seen him like this, this angry. But Y/n’s strong when she gets up and throws herself into Eren, knocking him down to the floor beside Connie and fuck, we don’t know how we keep Eren down but it’s a distant memory when Y/n pins him, one knee in his neck and the other on pinning his right arm.

“I said, stop it!” Y/n screams down into his face, spit flying from her mouth and she’s angry he broke two of her nails in their scuffle. Eren’s breathing hard and his tan skin is flushed red, viridian eyes searing into Y/n’s pretty brown ones. Y/n can’t look at him right now, she can’t look into his eyes cause they’re not soft, warm, or caring like she’s used to. It’s hate, anger and Y/n see’s hurt before she looks away to check on Connie. He’s unconscious and his face is bleeding and Y/n’s yelling at Eren all over again.

“You were gonna kill him!” Y/n presses her knee into his neck when he tries to throw her and Eren spits a nasty “It’s your fault!”, right back.

Her voice is low and wavering as she lowers her head to address Eren “I am not your girlfriend,” He warned her and Y/n didn’t listen but fuck that, “Get that through your fucking head and stop clocking my pussy!”

That stings, fuck it hurts more than his knuckles, and Eren’s so vulnerable, he feels so stupid when gives himself to her. “I’ll break up with Historia!” He yells back and Y/n was so ready to yell at him again but she’s shocked, her wide eyes relaxing and Eren says it again, softer this time. “I’ll break up with Historia,”

“Wha?” Y/n’s confused and she pulls back, letting her guard down. “What?”

Eren says it again when she sits back on his chest, easing her weight from her knees. “I’ll break up with Historia,” It's a declaration, it comes out as a breathy sigh. “Fuck, Y/n I should have believed you, I’m sorry.”

It’s all he wanted to say to her, something she forced him to hold in when she blocked him out of her life, and god, Eren’s so happy to say it. It’s a weight off of his shoulders, literally.

Y/n’s trying to process what she’s hearing, looking back over at Connie as she connects the dots and it’s so overwhelming she lets out a breath, clutching her hands back to her chest as her body sags.

“You should have just believed me,” She said quietly after a long time. “Why didn’t you believe me?”

Eren doesn’t know what to say and he’s disappointed in himself too.

“You really think fucking her man wasn’t hurt enough?” Y/n laughs to herself, running her hand through her hair but it feels weird cause two of her red claws are missing. “Really? Eren?”

“I’m sorry,” That’s all Eren can think to say and Y/n’s still laughing.

“How did- How did you even find me?” Y/n’s holding her tummy, throwing her head back. “You really out here in these streets fighting for my pussy, Eren?” It’s loud, rambunctious and it makes Eren’s face hot, his ears turning even redder and he’s embarrassed cause that’s exactly what he was doing out here in these streets.

“Shut up,” He grumbles, looking for anything but Y/n. His chest feels warm though, not because Y/n’s sitting on his chest and the heat from her pussy was painstakingly obvious. His heart felt warm, it felt weird and Eren felt as if his whole body was getting hot.

Y/n quiets down a few seconds later and it’s just the two of them, counting Connie out because he’s unconscious. Y/n shakes her head, a stupid grin plastered on her face when she looks down at Eren again. He’s a sight to see, blushing and getting hot under her and Y/n can’t ever remember a time she’s ever dominated him like this, made him like this.

“If you wanted me back,” Y/n shimmies her head, swinging her orange curls onto her back as she comes in close and Eren can’t believe she’s teasing him right now, “All you had to do was say that.” She’s telling the truth, she would’ve been his.

It looks like a seizure when Eren rolls his eyes and Y/n giggles at his red-faced attitude. “You just don’t fucking listen,” Of course Eren knew this since the first match but it was his own fault for not believing it.

“I’m sorry,” Y/n changes the subject, pressing her forehead against Eren’s and closing her eyes. “I was wrong too,”

Eren closes his eyes when she comforts him, bringing her hands up to touch his face. “It’s okay,” He’s telling the truth, everything history when she strokes his cheeks with her thumbs. “It’s okay.”

Y/n insists on calling somebody for Connie and Eren does that as she gets her belongings together. He’s standing by Connie’s bedroom door, watching Y/n get dressed as he calls Armin. He would have called Mikasa but her phone was in his car, the citizens’ app hooked up to the gps. It’s hard to explain beating your friend unconscious over the girl you’re cheating on your girlfriend with and Armin sounds tired of Eren’s shit when he agrees to get Mikasa and Sasha on his way over there.

Eren doesn’t wait for Armin, Miki, or Sasha to get over there but he leaves the door open so they can get in. Y/n feels like she’s doing the walk of shame, constantly touching her hair or pulling down the edges of her pink strawberry patterned dress. When they get outside Eren walks right past her and Y/n pulls her phone out to call herself an uber home. He opens the driver's door but he stops, looking around for Y/n when he doesn’t see her come around the other side of his car.

“What are you doing?” Eren’s question prompts Y/n to look up from her phone and she answers.

“I’m calling an uber.”

Eren frowns at that, looking at Y/n’s current state. She looks crazy and he still feels some type of way knowing she just fucked Connie. All the same, Eren comes back onto the sidewalk and throws his arm over Y/n’s shoulders, pulling her into his body as he walks her around the car. She doesn’t protest, her face getting hot and she feels she doesn’t deserve it when Eren opens the car door and kisses her forehead, scratched up baby hairs tickling his nose. “Get in, I’ll take you home.”

The ride to her dorm is quiet, Eren can’t think of anything to say, and neither can Y/n so she just tells him, “Text me,” before leaving to get out and Eren gives her a small, “Bet,”

The idea of fucking Y/n puts Eren off as he watches Y/n walk to her dorm building. He couldn’t even be mad, could he? Y/n was just some pussy, she owed him no loyalty but fuck, he loved that pussy. When she gets to the building Y/n glances back and Eren’s car is still there and she can’t see through the tinted windows but Y/n knows the feeling of Eren’s gaze. So she texts him first and Eren’s phone dings in his lap, pulling his eyes from Y/n lingering in front of her dorm building.

‘Can I take care of you?’ Read 5:47 p.m.

The idea of fucking Y/n really put Eren off. It’s not her, it’s the fact that she fucked Connie. God, he hoped she used a condom. Eren didn’t know what the fuck was lurking in Connie’s dungeons. It wasn’t fair he expected that of her though, he didn’t use condoms with Historia.

‘Please?’ Read 5:48 p.m.

Eren’s not texting back and Y/n feels like a dub. It’s a shitty feeling. It goes away, replaced with something akin to relief, excitement when Eren’s getting out of his car. The headlights light up and the car chirps, locking before Eren even gets around and Y/n’s smiling something stupid as he walks up to her. You’re not expecting it, Y/n’s not expecting it when Eren hugs her. He pulls her into his body and Y/n’s eyes flutter close as she hugs him back, her hands moving up his back as she pulls him into her.

He feels as if he’s known her in another life, as if she was ripped from him in the most sickening way and the reunion makes Eren’s heart raw, his handsome face grimacing as he cherishes Y/n close. He’s breathing you in, squeezing you to make sure you’re actually there and Y/n feels so light when he breathes heavily in her hair, his hands moving down her arms to fit against her palms and interlock their fingers.

There’s no talking as they walk up to her dorm and Eren has her hand in his own the entire way. It’s only when they’re in her bedroom he lets go and it’s only because she has to go get bandages for his hands. Eren eases his sore body onto her loveseat, limbs spread out and he feels so tired. Y/n comes back with a first aid kit and she’s quiet as she takes care of him.

Eren doesn’t flinch when Y/n pours some alcohol over his bruised knuckles. “You really hurt me.”

Y/n’s not stupid, she knows what he means and she doesn’t know what to say. She could go off, yell at him for all the shit he did behind Historia but putting all the blame on Eren doesn’t sit right with you. Y/n takes her time putting neosporin on his knuckles. “You too,”

“I know,” Eren sounds sorry and Y/n doesn’t know what to say so she focuses on gently wrapping his hand.

Eren’s mesmerized, watching her care for him and he lets her. His hand is relaxed, letting her turn it every which way every time she wraps the bandage around him. The sun is setting in the sky and it casts a glowing pink light through the window behind the loveseat and it hits Y/n just right. How do you look so good? Even on your bad days?

Y/n is freedom, sitting right there in front of him, and Eren kisses her. Soft and gentle, he presses his lips against her own. Y/n stops wrapping, eyes fluttering close as he presses his lips into her own and there’s a small smooching sound when it’s over.

Y/n’s pretty brown eyes flutter open to meet his viridian eyes and Eren asks her, “What am I to you?”, soft and careful against her lips. It’s as if he’s desperate, he’s searching, and Y/n’s searching right back and he’s a lot of things to you, a lot of words, and there are so many thoughts, so many questions in her mind Y/n can’t give Eren an answer. So, she kisses him again, passionate this time and it pulls him in, eyes closed, breathless moans and desperate touches. When it ends, Y/n’s touching his face, running her fingers over Eren’s stubble.

“I never knew you could grow face hair.” She giggles, sweet against his mouth and Eren kisses her one last time, soft and short.

“Me either, “ Eren’s laugh is soft and he’s grinning at her and it feels like it’s been forever since he’s looked at her like that. Y/n’s flustered, eyes darting down as she starts wrapping his hand again. She never gave him an answer, Y/n knew and Eren noticed, but he didn't push it. There was nothing wrong with living in the moment.

It’s quiet as Y/n starts tending his other hand. This one isn’t so bad, since Eren didn’t use it for offense. She doesn’t have to wrap it, it’s just bruised and it’s quick work. Eren’s phone starts ringing in his pocket and he pulls his hand away from Y/n to reach for it. He’s expecting Armin since he hasn’t returned Mikasa’s phone yet, but it’s Historia.

Eren sighs, wearily rubbing his forehead as he answers and Y/n stays quiet.

“Historia-”

“-You beat up Connie?! Have you seen his face? What the fuck is wrong with you Eren? Why are you so twisted up and heartless?”

Y/n hears Historia yelling through the phone and she looks away when Eren glances at her, hand on her neck as she pretends she’s not eavesdropping.

“Where are you?! You’re with that ran through, pissy pussy bitch Y/n, aren’t you?!”

“Excuse me?!” Y/n whips around and Eren’s rubbing his temples, leaning back in the loveseat and he feels a headache coming on when Y/n starts yelling too. “I ain’t got shit to do with y’all, keep my name outta ya mouth-”

“-So she’s there with you!? You’re for the fuckin’ streets, Eren, I swear to god! Tell little ugly she can keep you, I’m tired of giving you second chances!-”

“-Little ugly?!” Y/n snatches the phone from Eren and she jumps off the love seat so he can’t grab her. “Pull up right now, dorm 5-b, I’ll beat the breaks off yo’ ass bitch cause you really tried it when you ran up on me last week-”

“-And I’ll run up again! You think I’m scared of you, dirty bitch? Keep guzzling dick, stop talkin’ to me!-”

“-Listen, bitch, It’s not my fault ya nigga don’t want you and if you run up on me again, Historia, you gon’ need ya fuckin’ momma to come collect you!-”

“-Yeah whatever bitchhh!-”

“-Stay safe hoe, keep talkin and now I’ma really fuck him, really really fuck him!-”

Y/n doesn’t know how he does it, she doesn’t know how Eren gets his phone out of her hand but he does and she doesn’t realize until he’s got his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in and Y/n instantly deflates when he hangs up the call on Historia mid-sentence. His body feels warm against her back, it’s quiet and she’s breathing hard, her anger morphing into knots in her chest and Y/n doesn’t want him touching her anymore. She pushes Eren away, throwing his arm back at him as she turns away.

Y/n’s rejection leaves Eren cold but he doesn’t reach for her and Y/n knows she’s hurt him when she catches his eyes and it’s so overwhelming she has to look away.

She’s crossing her arms, dragging her toe on the carpet and Eren feels guilty when she doesn’t look at him again. “I didn’t deserve that,” Y/n didn’t deserve that and she’s kinda embarrassed she acted that way infront of Eren, but fuck that- nobody was going to bully us.

“You didn’t.”

Y/n scoffs at that, shaking her head. “I know y’all argue about me a lot.”

“We do,” Eren feels his knuckles throbbing under the bandages and he flexes his hand, eyes never leaving Y/n.

“I just wanna be happy,” She’s drawn a heart in the carpet three times already but she starts all over again. “I didn’t do anything wrong, so why’s everybody mad at me?”

“I think you’re beautiful,” It doesn’t correlate with anything Y/n’s just said but it’s Eren’s truth, it’s what he’s thinking.

Y/n’s laugh is bitter. “Your girlfriend doesn’t think so,”

“I think so,”

“You’re only saying that because you wanna fuck me,” Her lip’s trembling, she’s sniffling and Eren’s shaking his head, he’s reaching for her, “No, no, oh no, Y/n don’t say that,”

He brings her in close and Y/n embraces him, mumbling, “It’s true,” into his neck and Eren hushes her up, telling her, “That’s not true, stop talking like that, it’s not true, you hear me?”

Eren’s holding her tight, they’re gently rocking side to side as he presses kisses into her hair and Y/n realizes he’s trying so hard to comfort her right now, he’s never done this before and he’s never seemed so desperate so you let him. He feels warm against her, his touch grounds her and it’s hard to stay mad at him, not when he’s like this.

“Are you gonna go?” Y/n can’t let go, not when the thought of Eren leaving again crosses her mind and her fingers are pressing into him, feeling him, squeezing him as she keeps him there with her.

“Go where?” There wasn’t anywhere he could think of being but here, she feels like home, and Eren’s just as desperate, squeezing her, breathing her and it’s all he wants to know, to feel.

“To her,” Y/n’s ashamed when she says it, pressing her face into his neck so her words are muffled and Eren feels the vibrations tingling his skin and he knows.

“I want to stay with you,” I want to live

“Then stay,”

It’s only nine o’clock but they go to bed. Eren’s tired, his body hurts as Y/n crawls into his arms. Her body feels so right against his body and Eren doesn’t let her go, staring into space as he ponders the consequences of his actions. Y/n hears his heart beating and it’s fast, faster than her own and it’s like music, never missing a beat.

He’s lost Historia. Did he really lose Historia? Eren knows he’s lost her, it’s over and it’s what he wanted. So, why did he feel sad? Y/n’s in his arms, breathing, pulsating and she still hasn’t given him an answer, and Eren’s scared. What if he destroyed his world for nothing? What if she didn’t want him? What if he was just some dick to you?

What if he can’t stay? Stay here with you? The thought rattles him and Eren squeezes her again, just to make sure she’s really here and Y/n moans against his chest. Her moan sounds yummy and Eren becomes painstakingly aware of the fact that she’s naked. He’s naked too and he feels her breast against his tummy, the warmth of her pussy on his thigh, and Eren wonders why you had such an aversion to clothes, not that he minded.

He’s touching you now, anywhere his hands can reach and Y/n’s skin is dancing in his wake. It’s as if her body’s new to Eren again and his fingers spread out over some places, grasping the concept and they caressed others, gently squeezing, rubbing as he gets to know her all over again. Y/n gets butterflies and it’s as if a new one is born, fluttering with life in her belly every time Eren meets a new piece of her.

He calls her name, “Y/n,” it’s little more than a whisper and Y/n makes a sound in the back of her throat, acknowledging him.

“Can I love you?” Eren’s still touching her, but his hands are still, in one place, as he waits for her answer.

The moon is out and it casts a glowing blue light over his face when she pulls back to look at him and Y/n wonders why he always kept his hair up. You weren’t sure if it was the lesbian in you talking but Eren looked so much prettier with his hair down. It’s as if his whole persona changes when Y/n unravels his bun. He’s new to her too and Y/n takes him in. Everything about his eyes are pretty, the color, the feline shape, the dark lashes, and Eren’s patient, he looks so innocent as he waits. He licks his lips and Y/n doesn’t miss it and it perplexes her because she can’t recall his lips ever looking this pink, this juicy and she likes this Eren too.

“Yea,” She’s tucking his strands behind his ear, fingers sliding over his jawline. “Please,” Her words are soft as her thumb grazes his bottom lip. “Yes,”

“Are you sure?” Eren takes her wrist, sliding his fingers up into her own. Their hands keep moving, fingers locking and unlocking, palms sliding and repositioning and they’re searching for each other.

“Yeah,” She doesn’t know him, Y/n doesn’t know him and his hand is bigger than hers, his fingers are longer and the colors don’t match but the mirrors inside of her recognized him, and her body’s tingling in Eren’s presence, conscious with a will of its own.

“Okay,” Eren’s touching her again, fingers stroking the small of her back as he holds her wrist with his other hand, his thumb stroking her palm. Y/n lays her head on his chest again and her nerves light up with every stroke he rubs into her back and he’s being so gentle as if she’ll break and her front’s throbbing against his thigh, she’s getting hot.

“Is it okay if I touch you here?” Her breathing changes when Eren slides his fingers downward, fanning them out over her ass and Eren notices, of course, he notices and he wants to touch her there more but he’s patient, waiting for Y/n’s cute, “Mhm,”

Eren lets her wrist go and Y/n’s hot for his touch, she’s submissive, bending to his will when his hand starts roaming her thigh and he puts her in a suggestive position, guiding her thigh up to rest on his tummy and Y/n already knows what time it is. Her front feels really hot now and Eren’s exploring the soft expanse of her ass, the tips of his fingers pulsating against her soft skin. Her heart’s pounding in her chest as he ventures lower and Y/n’s aching, her breath catching when he grabs a handful of her ass. Eren’s so close he feels the heat from her pussy wafting at his fingertips and Y/n feels him hesitating, fingers lingering dangerously close to her middle.

“Can I touch you here? His words are soft, soft like his touch when he feels her pussy and he knows he should wait for her answer but his touch lingers, his fingers sliding across her slick pussy lips and Eren catches himself before he delves in.

“Yea,” Y/n likes how respectful he’s being, it reminds her of the first time and she’s feeling feelings when Eren starts messing with her, rubbing his fingers back and forth over her wet pussy as he collects her juices and she’s soft there as well, hot too. The more he rubs the wetter she gets and it’s as if he’s curious, trying to grasp the concept of her pussy cause he just toying with her; delving his fingers between her lips, rubbing her pussy in circles, squeezing the fatness of her pussy lips between two fingers, using those same two fingers to spread her lips wide before squeezing them shut again, repeatedly running his middle finger over her clit, only doing it in a downward motion because he notices she shivers every time.

Her pussy juices feel slippery on his fingers as they glide through her lips and it’s the warmest, the wettest when he reaches her hole and Y/n holds her breath, hoping he puts his fingers inside but he doesn’t. He circles the edge, collecting more of her juices before he slides his middle finger down her clit again. Eren finds himself circling her hole again and it’s so tiny, barely able to cover the width of his fingertip. God, he hasn’t even done anything and Y/n’s already soaked.

“Can I?” He’s gently prodding her little hole and she’s tight, denying him but Eren knows he’ll make her open wide soon enough. Y/n’s a good girl, moaning a small, “Please,” and she felt too good to be true and Eren’s breathing shakily when she starts pressing butterfly kisses on his chest. It’s an awkward position to get fingered in and her ass is so big he can’t just slide them in, he has to hook his fingers up into her pussy and Y/n purrs a little when his palm starts rubbing against her asshole in his effort to push his fingers deeper.

Ya bitch was excited though, she loved fingering herself from the back when she masturbated cause it just hit different and we don’t know if Eren’s purposely done this or if he’s trying some’ new out but she’s ready. His fingers are pulsating inside of her warmth and he’s moving them, wiggling them as he gets to know her insides and she’s so soft, so wet it feels like a dream.

He wrecks her, he can’t help it when he wrecks her and he’s not being gentle anymore. His fingers are deep in her pussy, flicking, hooking into her gummy spot, and Y/n’s holding her breath, her lips parted as she lets Eren make a mess of her pussy. It feels so good, her body’s giving in and her pussy’s loudly squishing around his fingers and there’s nowhere to run. Eren’s holding your thigh tight, keeping you still as he batters your insides.

“Ohh, my goddd, I love that shittt,” Y/n’s whining, arching her back and tooting her ass up to give Eren more pussy. “Oh, you’re nastyyy,” He takes advantage of that, giving Y/n’s pussy a harsh flick, hooking up into her. “You’re so fuckin nasty, come up here,”

Y/n really likes the way he’s rubbing her asshole right now, she likes it so much she doesn’t wanna move and Eren stirs her insides again, “Come here,” again, twice this time, “Kiss me,” three this time and his palm is wet and he doesn’t stop, he’s flicking her pussy out like a disobedient child and Y/n really loved this shit. She’s taking it, pushing her pussy out as Eren encourages her, pulling, forcing her up into his waiting lips and he’s still going when he’s got her.

Her pussy’s a mess around his fingers, squishing when he hooked her and leaking when he flicked her and Eren’s tonguing her down, he’s not giving her a chance to get a lick in but she doesn’t mind, Y/n’s too busy being a good girl, she’s too busy pushing her pussy out every time he hooked it in.

She’s moaning into his mouth and Eren’s swirling her tongue so it sounds like she’s distressed and he’s devastating her, her pussy starts feeling raw and she needs a break, her pussy needs a break.

“Haaah, fuckkk,” Y/n’s wailing, her breath hot on his lips and she’s wiggling up his chest, toes curling as Eren hits her walls back and forth with each flick of his fingers.

“Shh, c’mere, c’mere,” Eren does it so swiftly, ripping his fingers out to grab both of her hips to keep her still but Y/n’s still wiggling and her breasts are in his face, rocking against his cheeks with each move she makes. She smells really good, so good Eren opens his mouth to catch one of her nipples and Y/n settles down when he starts sucking, bending to his will as he shifts her body over a little so he can use his other hand. He fumbles a little bit, his wet fingers shaky as he unwraps the bandage she had wrapped around him and his knuckles don’t hurt as much as they did earlier.

She feels her pussy juices sticky, wet on Eren’s hand when he brings it up to grab her breast and he’s sliding his other hand over her ass, down between her ass cheeks and Y/n’s nerves are one fire. He’s gentle, licking at her nipple and he’s massaging her pussy lips, rubbing circles over her, rubbing strokes between her lips and Y/n lets him take care of her. This wasn’t something smoking buddies do, it was the only title they had put on their relationship and Y/n doesn’t get to linger on the thought, cause Eren’s sliding his fingers inside again, he’s palming her asshole again and he’s hooking up into her pussy, searching for her gummy spot.

He knows he’s found it when Y/n’s clenches her pussy up around his fingers and Eren’s squeezing her breast, licking her nipple up and down with the tip of his tongue as he rubs her pussy out, encouraging her to relax for him. He sends lightning into her tummy every time his fingers stroke her tender pussy walls.

Eren knows she’s ready when she starts pushing against his fingers and Eren doesn’t deny her, closing his eyes and sucking her nipple up as he starts flicking his fingers inside of her and Y/n’s pleased, mouth open and eyes closed in bliss as she sings her praise. It’s abuse, he’s hitting the same two spots over and over again and he’s milking her sweet pussy, he’s making her breasts ache and Y/n feels so hot, her pussy keeps clenching up and Eren keeps pulling her open.

“Ohh f-haaa… ah, ah, that, feels so-ohhh good,” Her mind’s so fuzzy at the way his palm rubs against her asshole as he works her pussy out and he’s going so fast Y/n can barely keep up, she hears her pussy squishing, she feels her tummy winding up and she’s drowning. Eren’s rocking her body, rocking her hips back and forth as he flicks her pussy out and Y/n’s legs are trembling, her pussy’s drooling, dripping onto his chest.

Y/n’s making his dick hard, everything about her was making him hard; her sugary moans, her warm pussy around his fingers, her nipple in his mouth, her skin on his skin, and Eren wants to make her his own again. His hand is cramping up and he can’t keep his flicks going so Eren rubs her gummy spot out and it feels good. So good Y/n can’t think straight and she’s whining, clenching her pussy up when he tries to pull his fingers out. She’s sending tingles over his skin, she’s making his dick weep against his tummy, and Eren nibbles on her nipple, gently grazing his teeth against her sensitive peak and rubbing her out until she unclenches her pussy enough for him to pull his fingers out.

His hand was aching, it was a bad idea to take off the bandage but Eren doesn’t regret it, he’d never regret pleasing Y/n. He ignores the pain but it’s hard for Y/n to ignore the thumping in her pussy and she wants him to keep going, she’s wiggling her hips, moving her ass under Eren’s relaxed hand and he grabs a handful of her flesh, keeping her still as he sucks her nipple up one last time.

“Can I?” Y/n steals the words right off of his lips and Eren’s touching her, holding her waist when she pulls back to ask for his permission. Eren reluctantly lets her nipple go, a needy breath escaping his lips as he looks up at her. “Can I sit on your dick? Please?”

“Yes, yes you can.” Eren’s nodding, his wet fingers stroking, massaging her skin. “God, you know you can,”

“I can?” Y/n’s purring, he’s guiding her downwards and her breasts, her tummy’s dragging against him creating a delicious friction that sends Eren’s heart up in his chest.

“You can,” Eren’s breathless, hands sliding to her breast as she gets on her feet, and her pussy feels so soft, so wet, as she hovers over his tip. Y/n’s checking her footing, curling her toes into the sheets as she presses on his tummy to keep her balance and she knows she shouldn’t, she knows it’s gonna hurt cause this makes the fifth time she’s fucked today but it’s Eren, It’s Eren under her, touching her, loving her and she doesn’t deny him either.

He slides in, just like that, and Eren’s squeezing her breast, bucking his hips to grind up into her good pussy and it hurts, god, it hurts. He’s in deep in her pussy, poking into her sore soft spot and Y/n’s legs are trembling, her tummy’s tightening and-

“-Oh, Fuckk,” Y/n doesn’t realize she’s holding her breath, he’s stretching her pussy the fuck out and she feels Eren’s crotch hot under her clit and she’s throbbing, tingling against him as she gets comfortable on his dick.

Eren gives her all the time she needs to adjust, he encourages her too, gently rocking his hips up into her as he grinds her pussy out and he’s doing it so well, he knows what he’s doing and he’s unraveling her, he’s opening her pussy up and Y/n’s hopeless, her pussy’s already creaming on his dick and she’s giving him what he wants, he’s giving her what she asked for.

“You missed me, baby?” Eren’s rubbing her nipples up and down with his thumbs and he’s breathing heavily, enjoying all the pussy Y/n’s giving him right now.

“I missed you, baby,” She sounds so needy, she’s grinding her clit against his crotch, rocking her hips down to meet him halfway.

“I missed you too,” Eren can’t take his eyes off of her face, she’s so pretty in the moonlight, and Eren’s feeling feelings, her pussy’s too good. “I missed you so much, ride that dick for me, get wild, please baby,” ’

Y/n feels hot, her pussy feels heavy all of a sudden and she moans a soft baby-like, “Okay, daddy,” as she gets on her tippy toes, dragging her sweet pussy up the length of his dick and Eren shudders when she puts the pussy on him, dropping it in his lap with a sick squelch. Y/n curls her toes up even more, her pretty face twisting into a grimace as she grinds down on Eren’s dick and she feels nauseous, it hurts, her pussy’s so sore and Eren can’t keep his hands off of her; he needs her.

“Wait,” Y/n sounds like she’s outta breath, pressing on his tummy as she drags her pussy up the length of his tall dick. “Wait, baby… wait.” It’s not like she wanted her pussy to be sore, god knows if it wasn’t she woulda been turned some nasty tricks on this nigga; but here they were.

“What’s wrong?” Eren’s sitting up, his hands on her waist now and Y/n’s holding on, gripping his shoulders as he pulls her into his lap and his dick fills her up again. “Talk to me, please, tell me what’s wrong.” He’s so careful with her, holding her as if she might break and she’s so pretty when she looks like this. She’s so pretty when she’s struggling on his dick and her lips are parted, she’s breathing hard and her pretty brown eyes are low behind her fluffy lashes and Eren knows.

“He didn’t treat your pussy right,” Eren’s voice comes out in a low utter, and his green eyes are glazed over, relaxed, as he leers into her and Y/n doesn’t want to admit it, breaking eye contact and looking for everything but Eren. She feels foolish, it was only to spite him- pleasure was the furthest thing from her mind. Eren’s patient, he’s taking her in and Y/n still can’t tell him what’s wrong, she’s too embarrassed to admit her pussy’s really sore cause she let Connie wear her out all day but it doesn’t matter.

Eren takes her as she is. His kisses are butterflies, repeated pecks on her lips, and Y/n kisses back, pressing her lips into every kiss. Eren’s arms find their way under her thighs and Y/n feels him holding her ass, his fingers spread out, massaging her flesh.

“You trust me?” Eren’s voice is soft, he’s looking into her, and Y/n’s looking into him and he doesn’t have to search, she’s here. It’s like love, it’s not like sex cause Eren’s always touching her, holding her, kissing her, taking care of her, and Y/n’s never had a lover take care of her the way Eren does, he takes her as she is, always.

“I trust you.” As soon as the words leave her lips Eren’s lifting her thighs and Y/n scrambles to wrap her arms around his shoulders so she doesn’t fall back. All of Y/n’s weight falls into her ass and all of a sudden Eren’s in her tummy, he’s stabbing her poor pussy in and there’s nowhere to run, She’s balancing on his dick, her feet bobbing uselessly in the air behind Eren’s head and Y/n’s nauseous, she can’t breathe.

She’s clenching her pussy up, trying to push him out but it doesn’t matter, Eren’s got her pussy spread wide on his dick and he’s stretching her little creamy hole out. He likes the way her breasts heave, the way her tummy sinks in, the way her waist beads hang down between her legs, deliciously resting on the top of her pretty fat front.

“Oww, fuckkk,” Y/n whines, wiggling her legs and grabbing at his shoulders as she tries to alleviate the amount of dick Eren’s stuffing up into her pussy right now. “Ooh, oh, fuck, babyyy,”

“You said you trusted me,” Eren keeps her thighs in the air, he keeps her on his dick, and her tummy’s cramping up, her pussy’s throbbing with dull, sweltering aches. “You trust me, right?” Eren lifts her ass up, dragging her pussy up his dick and Y/n’s so thankful, she’s so thankful she relaxes her pussy, sighing a sweet, “Yeah, trust… trust you.”, hot on his lips.

“So be quiet,” Eren’s pulling her ass cheeks apart, he’s spreading pussy even more and Y/n’s thighs are trembling, she’s trying to pull them together. “Take this dick,” Eren pulls her pussy into his lap, hushing her sharp cry up with a harsh, “I know you can,”

Eren lifts her up again and Y/n doesn’t get any time to recover. He lets her fall again and her hole’s burning, her pussy feels really heavy too, and when they connect it hurts so good. Eren knows he’s got her when it becomes harder to lift her up, she’s relaxing, letting him ease her onto his dick again and she moans a pleased “Ooh,” when they connect.

He’s opening her pussy up and she’s not clenching anymore but she’s still tight and Eren wants her pussy open, he keeps her pussy open, lifting her up and sending strike after strike up into her soft spot. Y/n feels her pussy fluttering something crazy around his dick and she’s encouraging him, moaning small “Mhm,”’s and “Right there baby,”’s as he fucks her hole out.

“I love this pussy, fuckkk, I love this pussy” Eren’s talking to her while he’s in it, stroking her creamy pussy out with every word and Y/n’s a mess. He’s so deep in her tummy, he’s making her forget how to speak. “God, I love your pussy, Y/n... Y/n…” Eren’s manhandling her ass, picking it up and slamming it down and he’s pulling her ass cheeks so far apart her asshole’s starting to stretch too. “Fuck, what’s your last name?” Eren’s tearing Y/n’s little pussy up, he’s making her pussy sing and he’s not being nice about it. His strokes are getting deeper, faster with his every word. “I don’t know your last name, you never told me. What’s, your, last, name-,”

Eren’s cracking her pussy and Y/n thinks she can take it, she deserves it after all she’s put him through, she deserves rough shots in her pussy cause she’s been a bad girl. She can’t take it though and it’s not long before her pussy starts burning, hurting and Eren really wants to know her last name. He gets his point across, making her pussy squelch four times the next time he asks her.

“-L/nnnn!” Y/n’s pulling at his shoulders again, running from the dick cause Eren didn’t have to do that, he didn’t have to beat our pussy up like that. “L/n, L/n, L/n,” She’s panting when Eren rips her clean off of his dick.

“Y/n, “Eren presses his forehead against her own, his breathing matching her own as he tests her last name out “Y/n L/n,”

“Eren, Eren, ah,” He’s so close, he’s keeping eye contact with her and Y/n feels so connected to him, she feels as if she’s a part of him. “Eren…” She knows his last name, everybody knows his last name but Y/n’s never said it aloud before. She doesn’t know how to pronounce it, she doesn’t even know how to form the letters on her tongue after she murmurs “Jay… Jay…”

“Jaeger,” Eren’s squeezing her ass, he’s massaging her flesh and the muscles in his arms are tense as he holds her up.

“Jaeger,” Y/n likes the way his mouth moves when he says it, he says it with soul, meaning, and the way he says it makes her realize it’s not English. So she copies him, moving her mouth the exact same way, “Eren, Jaeger,”

Eren breathes a small laugh, deciding he’ll take it and his lips curl up for a second, but only for a second. “Hey,”

“Hi,” Y/n feels a gush of warm wetness trickling out of her vagina immediately after and her face gets hot, so hot she looks away. She’s hovering over his dick so Eren feels it, of course he feels it and he’s in awe, he wants that pussy all over again.

“You’re already leaking, Y/n?” Eren’s looking down between them as he puts Y/n on his dick again and he’s breathless, her pussy swallows him in one go. He’s nestled between her fat pussy lips and the sight has him shivering. “Weren’t you gonna really really fuck me?” He’s pulling her ass cheeks apart again and he’s rubbing Y/n’s asshole with his middle finger as he opens her little pussy hole up again.

Y/n’s in her right state of mind, despite Eren in her tummy, and she’s got something hot on her tongue ready for his ass but before she can spit Eren starts cracking her pussy again and the bitch can’t breathe. He’s handling her ass, giving her straight dick, in her pussy, in her belly, in her ears, and Y/n’s screaming. Eren’s stabbing the same spot over and over and over again, He’s stabbing in her sore spot and he knows he’s fucking her right when she starts pushing her pussy out like a-

“-Good girl, good fucking girl. Can I have all of this pussy? You gonna let me have all of this pussy?” His finger is sinking into her asshole and he’s gripping her ass so tight he’s pulling her asshole open.

“Oooh, fuckk, yes daddy, yesss daddy,” Y/n’s lost in him, she’s drowning in all Eren has to offer and she’s purring, moaning as he long dicks her and she’s so happy, she’s so happy he’s fucking her, loving her again.

“Who were you gonna fuck? Huh?” Eren’s not tryna hear her answer so he shuts her right up, giving her pussy a rough shot. Y/n hisses and she tries to defend her pussy, she tries to clench her pussy up but Eren’s not having that. Y/n’s ass is rippling like jello in his hands, he’s rocking her ass up and down on his dick, ruthlessly fucking her poor pussy out. “Who did you think you were gonna fuck? You were gonna fuck me? Me? Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“I’m s-sorry daddy,” He’s beating her pussy red, and Y/n’s sobbing, she’s pushing her pussy all the way out and she’s taking it, she’s taking it like a good girl. “I’m so sorry daddy, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t- I didn’t mean ittttt-ahh fuckkk, right there daddy, please!”

“Don’t be sorry,” Eren’s demolishing Y/n’s pussy hole, his finger halfway into her ass, and god, he’s missed this pussy so much. “Oh no, don’t be sorry pretty girl, just take all of daddy’s dick, just like that,”

“I deserve it, daddy,” Y/n’s drooling on Eren’s shoulder, she’s slurring her moans in his ear and all she can think about is the good dick he’s giving her right now. “I’ve been a bad girl, I’m sorry, I deserve it don’t stop, kill my pussy daddy, please kill my pussy please, daddy I’ll behave, I’ll behave,”

“No, you won’t,” He’s killing her pussy, alright. Eren’s fucking that pussy in all the right places and she’s creaming up and down his dick, he’s stirring her guts like mac n cheese and Y/n’s never had a nigga put some dick down on her like this before. “You don’t listen and because you don’t listen, you don’t behave and because you don’t behave, we’re gonna end up here again but you love it don’t you? You love getting your pussy fucked out by daddy?”

“I, love, getting, my, pussy, fucked, out, by, daddy,” Y/n’s words are slurred gasps, Eren’s forcing them out one at a time, only giving her the chance to breathe when he lifts her up before abruptly slamming her down on his dick again. “I, love, ah, It, Iloveit, daddy, I, love, ah, ah, nngh pussy, ah, ah, daddy, daddyyy,”

“Who does this pussy belong to? Uh uh, keep pushing it out for daddy. Who’s this pussy belong to?”

“You, babyyy, oh! Fuckkk, you, baby,”

“You sure? It’s all mine? All of this pussy is mine?”

“Your, pussy, Eren… alll,,, all, your, pussy, Erennn,”

“I don’t believe you,” Eren lifts her off of his dick and Y/n’s pussy starts leaking again, it’s throwing a tantrum, violently twitching, thumping between her legs and she doesn’t wanna let go.

“It’s the truthhh, put me back, I wanna, please, Eren,” Y/n’s whining, clinging to his shoulders and her pretty face is all made up as Eren tries to put her on the bed “On god, I promise daddy, put me back, put me back,”

“You gave my pussy away,” Eren puts his hand around her neck and Y/n’s not expecting that, her pretty brown eyes go wide when he tightens his fingers around her neck and pushes her down to the bed. “Why’d you give my pussy away?”

Eren’s dominating her, he’s got her pinned and he’s staring down at her, he’s waiting for an answer but Y/n can’t speak, he’s choking her. Her mouth is open, her pretty big lips are moving but there’s no sound coming out. She’s so fuckin bad, god, she’s so bad Eren decides to let her breathe; but not before he plunges into her leaking pretty pussy. Y/n’s gasp sounds like a cry and her eyes start watering.

“I was m-mad at you…” Y/n’s voice is shaky when she tells him her truth and her legs are shaking but she doesn’t try to pull them shut, they’re spread out, just like her arms and she lets Eren have all of her. “You chose her, you chose her,”

“I didn’t want her,” Eren’s thumb brushes the center of her neck and he presses down, taking away her air. “I wanted you,” He comes in closer, using his other hand to grab one of her thighs. Y/n’s body, her face is hot, everything’s blurry and she feels her head hurting when Eren starts moving his hips between her thighs and he’s giving her pussy fast deep strokes.

“I wanted you, Y/n. Fuck, all I want is you,” Eren’s pressing on her throat harder, he’s beating her pussy faster. Y/n’s tummy’s tight and she’s pushing her pussy out, she’s letting him ruin her. “I almost cried, I haven’t cried since my mother died, you almost made me cry, Y/n, did you know that?”

Y/n tries to shake her head but Eren doesn’t want her to look away. He grabs her jaw, but he’s not rough, he’s gentle with it, guiding her head straight. Y/n’s gasping, her face is hot with tears and Eren’s still swimming in her pussy, he’s still stroking her and gosh, she’s so pretty like this.

“Mm sahry,” Her words are muffled, her lips are kinda pushed together because of the way Eren’s gripping her face.

“You’re sorry?” Eren eases his grip on her face but he doesn’t let up on her pussy, he’s still pounding her in, he’s still making her pussy sing, he’s still making her legs shake.

“I’m sorry daddy, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, I won’t, ah, I won’t, ah,”

“You won’t?” Eren chokes her again, wrapping all of his fingers around her neck this time and Y/n’s arching her back, pushing her breast out as she tries to run but Eren’s pulling at her neck, holding her still as he sends shot after shot up into her tired pussy. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You won’t. You won’t, what? You were thinking about giving my pussy away? Again?”

“Are you fucking crazy? Where the fuck are your legs,” Eren lets go of her neck, and by the time Y/n sucks in her first breath he’s grabbing her legs, pushing them back.

“No, daddy, no, no,” Y/n’s mouth is going, she’s bending to his will and she’s eager when he’s got her knees pressing against her shoulders. Her pussy’s fluttering and he’s still inside of her, stretching her little hole out and she’s clenching and unclenching her pussy around his dick.

The sight of his dick splitting Y/n’s pretty dark pussy lips open sends trills over his skin. Eren’s eyes travel upwards and her tummy’s heaving against her thighs, her waist beads are rolling. Her pussy squishes when he pulls out a bit, calling Eren’s attention again and he lets out a heavy breath when he sees his dick is stained with a new coat of cream.

Y/n’s a good girl, she has to be a good girl, she has to make daddy believe her so she reaches around her thighs and pulls her pussy lips wide for him. You’re such a nasty bitch, “Why are you such a nasty bitch?” It’s filthy, pleased as it falls from Eren’s lips and he’s eagerly sliding back up inside of her. Her pussy’s so good it squishes when they connect and Eren feels like he’s losing his mind.

Y/n’s really spreading her pussy for daddy and Eren can’t not rub her clit. It’s so pretty, the hood is brown and the sensitive flesh is a delicious hot pink and Eren knows it’s not supposed to be that pink, he knows and he’s proud he beat her pussy red. Eren’s proud as fuck. Y/n shivers when he spits on her clit and that boy looks so fine, he’s so fine as he lets the spit fall from his lips. It’s clear, moonlight glinting along the strings as it flows onto her clit. She’s tingling, throbbing around his dick, and Eren’s playing with her clit. He’s rubbing it up and down, side to side with his thumb, and Y/n’s whining, she feels so hot, her pussy’s aching, and Eren’s making her feel so good.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Eren rubs her clit one last time, dragging his thumb up the sensitive underside but it’s not the last time, he has to do it again, he has to make her whine again. “What are you doing to me?”

She’s a mindfuck, she’s a problem, laying there looking all pretty as she spreads her pussy for him. It’s like she has hearts in her eyes and Eren can't look away, god, how could he look away when she licks her pretty big lips and flutters her fluffy lashes as she closes her eyes. She looks so pretty as she lets out a sweet, pleased sigh and when she opens her pretty brown eyes again Eren gives it to her.

“Did he fuck you like this?” Eren presses her knees back against her shoulders and power fucks her guts out. He knocks the breath out of her and Y/n doesn’t look so happy anymore. Her pretty face is all made up and her toes are curling up so tight her feet are numb. Her tummy hurts, her pussy’s squelching around his dick and Y/n keeps spreading her pussy for daddy. There’s no talking, just the sound of Eren battering Y/n’s pussy, just the sound of her pussy squishing and squelching in return.

Eren’s doing gymnastics in that pussy, he’s planking, toes gripping the sheets as he puts all his weight on Y/n’s thighs and she can’t remember how to breathe. He’s bouncing, his hips are moving, he’s throwing some serious dick down into her belly. Y/n’s face is all hot, Eren’s never fucked her all nasty like this before and she’s in love, she swears she’s in love. Y/n’s panting and it hurts, of course it hurts, he’s hurting her pussy so good and Y/n’s taking all the dick Eren has for her. He catches a wicked rhythm, plunging into her pussy over and over again and he never misses a beat. Eren keeps that shit going, he has to, god, he has to.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” Eren’s huffing, his mind is fuzzy and she scrambles him every time he dips into her warmth. “You’re gonna… fuckkkk, Y/nnn,”

“Mmmn, daddyyy,” Y/n’s tummy is tight and she’s pushing her pussy out as she squirts and Eren groans a hopeless, “Oh god,” and his eyes are rolling back. She’s blowing his mind, Eren can’t believe he’s bagged her sexy little ass again but he believes it when Y/n squirts again. Historia’s never done this, Historia’s never pulled her pussy open for him like this, Historia’s never let him fuck her out like this, Historia’s never squirted for him like this but Y/n does, Y/n does it all and she’s such a good girl, Y/n’s such a good girl.

“Haaah,” Y/n’s moaning, she feels another one coming and Eren doesn’t let up, he’s stroking her pussy out as if his life depends on it and she goes quiet, whimpering when she squirts on his dick again. It comes out like piss, hot and wet and Eren’s groaning, his fingers are pressing into her thighs.

“Damn, Y/n,” He’s drilling her pussy and Y/n’s still not done, it’s bubbling up and down like a fountain and Eren feels it wetting his tummy. Everything between them feels wet, your ass, his thighs, the bed, as he fucks into you. Her squirt bubbles down into a stream and Y/n’s still pushing that pussy out for him.

“My pussy can’t take anymore, daddy, please,” She doesn’t dare to stop spreading her pussy for daddy and her pretty brown eyes are pleading up at him, her pussy’s all beat up and she’s so fucking nasty, Eren can’t stop fucking her little pussy out, she’s taking it so well. “Can my pussy have a break, daddy?”

“No, fuck, ah, no,” Eren’s killing her pussy, he’s losing faith, and Y/n squirts again, she moans a sweet, “Hnngh!” as she gives it to him and Eren feels as if he wants to jump out of his skin. “Fuckkk, look at you,” Eren’s rearranging Y/n’s insides. “You love this don’t dick, don’t you?”

“I love that dick, babyyy,” She’s slutting him out, holding her pussy wide open as he fucks squirt after squirt out of her. “I love that dick, get your nut baby, don’t stop, don’t stoppp,”

“Ohh,” Eren’s dick feels alarmingly hot the next time he plunges into Y/n’s sweet pussy. His dick feels like it’s gonna burst and Eren knows he’s gonna cum, it’s so intense he can’t muster the upper body strength to pull out and he’s moaning a choked, “F-Fuck!’ as he drowns in Y/n’s pussy. He’s cumming, his thighs are trembling, sweat’s dripping from his brow and his toes are losing purchase in the sheets.

Y/n feels it inside of her, thick, hot spurts as Eren collapses between her legs. He’s breathing hard in her neck and Y/n’s breathing hard too. She wraps her arms around him and they feel each other, skin to skin, hearts thumping. It’s quiet for a long time after that. Her body fits against his own so perfectly, it’s like a puzzle and it feels so right and this was his Y/n, his Y/n with the orange hair and the good pussy.

Y/n joins Eren in the bathroom twenty minutes later after she’s done changing the sheets and putting towels over the wet spots on the bed. She sees Eren’s silhouette against the shower curtain and he’s running his hands through his hair, standing under the warm flow of water. She hesitates for a second, taking time to watch how his dick bobs in the air as he runs his hands through his hair and she really likes the shape of his body.

Y/n wonders if he doesn’t like the shape of his body, cause he’s always hiding it in sweatpants, hoodies, and concealing clothing in general. She likes his body a lot, she likes the scars on his body too but she’s never had the courage to ask about them. They were strangers, she didn’t think he’d tell her about any trauma he went through and she doesn’t blame him.

“

Y/n turns off the lights in the bathroom before gently pulling back the curtain and slipping into the steamy shower with him. Eren’s hair falls into his face again, the waters weighing down his chocolate locks and he’s happy she joined him. He comes closer, pressing a kiss to her lips as he closes the curtain and Y/n’s hand is trailing down his arm as she pulls him under the flow of warm water with her. It doesn’t matter when the water wets her hair cause it’s time for a new wig anyways, Eren’s touching her, rubbing her anywhere he could as she turns around and falls into him.

He sends her heart thumping, butterflies in her tummy when he covets her, arm around her breast as he trails his other hand down her tummy between her legs to feel her pussy. Y/n tilts her head back, searching for his lips and Eren gives them to her, fervently returning her kisses. She purrs when he slides two fingers between her pussy lips, rubbing loving circles into her clit.

She’s still wet and Eren knows it’s all him as he slides his fingers up in her. It’s much easier this time. Her insides have a soft, wet texture to it and Eren takes his time, rubbing his fingers against her walls as he explores her body. He’s massaging her breast, pushing his tongue down her throat and Y/n doesn’t deny Eren, melting open to receive him, He starts a slow rhythm, rocking his fingers back and forth inside of her, and Y/n sighs into the kiss, her breath coming through her nose and tickling Eren’s cheek,

She’s left disappointed when he pulls his fingers out and Y/n bites his lip as he breaks the kiss and Eren has no choice when she pulls him again. Eren’s hands are on her hips now, her skin dancing as he kisses her one last time and Y/n doesn’t know what he’s doing when he gets on his knees but she likes it when he nips at her ass, catching her soft brown flesh between his teeth. Y/n’s not mad but it’s as if he’s sorry, kissing her skin right after.

He’s guiding her, putting her leg up on the edge of the tub and Y/n’s a “Good girl,”, bending over and putting her pussy in his face. Eren puts his face in it and his nose is nuzzling her asshole as he presses soft kisses on her pussy. Y/n feels her pussy getting heavy, it has a heartbeat of its own and it’s as if Eren knows and he starts giving her pussy a slow, broad lick. He takes his time, wiggling his tongue between her pussy lips, and Y/n busts her pussy open, tooting her ass up and arching her back as Eren rolls his tongue over her clit. Eren wants to taste all of her, dragging his tongue through her folds, over her leaking hole, and Y/n shudders when he curves the tip of his tongue into her asshole as he licks up to her crack.

She likes it, he knows she likes it so he does it again, closing his eyes and dragging his tongue from her clit to her puckered asshole and Y/n encourages him, wiggling against him and Eren breathes her in, drunk on the way her ass cheeks bounced on his face. He gives her what she wants, how could he not, he couldn’t deny her. Eren’s fingers are splayed out on her ass, his thumbs pulling her pussy lips apart and Y/n’s anxious, butterflies in her tummy but Eren takes care of her, longing his tongue out and pressing it between her spread pussy lips, wiggling his tongue against her clit. He feels so wet, so warm in her pussy, and Y/n’s moaning “Oh, yeah babyyy,” when Eren starts licking out her clit.

He’s massaging her, spreading her pussy lips open and pushing them shut as he eats, rolling, twirling, swirling his tongue around her clit, and Y/n grabs for the walls when her knees start getting weak. Eren spreads her pussy wide and Y/n feels his breath hot on her sensitive flesh as he pulls back and spits in her pussy, sending Y/n trembling but Eren’s got her, of course, he’s got her.

Eren can’t see, god he wished he could but this was more than enough, the feeling of Y/n in his hands, the awareness of her presence was more than enough and Eren keeps her pussy lips spread when he licks her again, pressing his tongue flat as he licks Y/n from her clit to her taint and fuck, he’s driving you crazy when he curves his tongue into your ass. She tastes good, so good Eren’s swirling his tongue against her tight asshole and he’s desperate when she doesn’t let him in.

Y/n feels his mouth, feels his bottom lip brushing her pussy as his thumbs massage her lips, feels his tongue wriggling in her ass and she doesn’t know why, but she remembers his question, she remembers the way he kissed her when he asked and it feels good, thinking about it while Eren eats her ass feels good and Y/n doesn’t know why. Her soul’s smiling. Eren drags the underside of his tongue down her taint and he dips into her pussy hole, nuzzling his nose into her wet asshole and he’s rubbing her clit now, flicking it side to side with one of his thumbs.

It was his pussy, alright. It’s Eren’s pussy and he’s cleaning his plate, paying attention to her clit now and Y/n’s throbbing, thumping in his mouth, her pussy’s leaking and Eren’s licking it all up, he’s spitting it back onto her pussy and licking it all up all over again, He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t stop rolling, licking, rubbing his tongue on her clit and Y/n can’t find her thoughts. Your pussy feels so hot and Eren’s treating it so good right now. He’s toying her waist beads, twisting, turning them as he contentedly sucks on her clit and Y/n’s knees are shaking, her clits on fire and her Eren’s got her tummy all twisted up and Y/n’s trembling, moaning a high, “Right there, babyyy,” when she cums for him, hot and wet on his mouth.

Eren opens his mouth, catching as much of her squirt as he could and his fingers are splayed out on her tummy as he drinks her down. He loved when she squirted, it was the best and Eren still wants more when she’s done. Y/n doesn’t know what to do when he starts eating her again, what could she do? Her pussy’s still hot, it’s all sensitive and the wet texture of his tongue dragging against her clit sends electricity up her spine. When she tries to run Eren yanks at her waist beads as he chases and he’s so persistent Y/n lets him lick her out for fear of her waist beads breaking.

He’s licking her up, again and again, Eren licks her up and he’s content, the taste of Y/n’s sweet pussy filling his mouth, dancing down into his soul. Y/n feels her pussy getting all heavy again and Eren licks her again and she’s submitting to him all over again. She relaxes, pushing against Eren’s face and she’s suffocating him with her ass but all he cares about is making her feel good. He’s taking care of her, swirling circles around Y/n’s core and she’s getting hot, so hot she feels her lace lifting under the steady flow of warm water.

Y/n starts rocking her hips, but she’s not running, she’s teasing him, putting her pussy on his mouth, and taking it right back off again. Eren doesn’t let that deter him, he starts sucking at her pussy lips and Y/n lets him suck for a few seconds before she moves her pussy away again.

“Come here,” Eren’s words are hot on her pussy as she puts it on his mouth and he starts eating but Y/n decides to get stingy with her pussy again. Eren chases her and she giggles, telling him a sugared, “You’re so greedy, babe.” She only lets him get one lick in before denying him her sweet pussy. It only makes him want her more and Y/n feels Eren breathing hot on her pussy and she knows his mouth is open so she throws her ass back on his face.

“Does my pussy taste that good?” She puts her pussy in his mouth and Eren moans a needy, “Mhm,” into her pussy as he licks her up and down between her pussy lips. She gets bossy with it, pulling her pussy out of his mouth as she clucks a disapproving, “Ah ah ah, that’s enough.”

“Stop playin’.” Eren’s licking his lips, he’s pulling at her waist beads and Y/n doesn’t submit. “That’s how you ask to eat my pussy?”

Eren can practically feel the heat coming off of her pussy, it’s right there in his face but Y/n keeps it out of reach and he’s salivating. The aftertaste she left on his tongue is absolutely delicious and he could yank her onto his face, he could put his face in her pussy, he could chase her but he’s gentle with her.

“Can I eat your pussy?” He’s patient with her.

Y/n realizes how much power her pussy holds over him and she’s a whole new type of cocky. She puts her pussy on his mouth, purring a sweet, “You may,”

Eren starts eating again and Y/n doesn’t think she’s physically able to cum anymore for today so, she lets Eren lick her clit up and down, round and round. It’s not long before her pussy gets sensitive again and Eren's working a loving rhythm between her pussy lips. Y/n can’t believe he’s eating her pussy this good, she can’t believe he's about to make her cum again. It’s like fire when her pussy starts thumping again and Y/n takes her pussy out of his mouth once again. It was so sudden, her pussy feels as if it’s gonna fall off.

Eren doesn’t chase her, but he’s touching her, he’s holding her thighs and he waits for her to put it in his mouth again. When she does, he sucks at her fat pussy lips nice and slow before he slides his tongue between them. Eren gets right to the point, repeatedly dragging his tongue over her clit and she’s throbbing, twitching in his mouth. Y/n’s legs start to tremble a bit and Eren lets up, he sucks her pussy lips up before he plants a kiss on them.

“I got you,” He kisses her pussy again and he’s rubbing her thighs up and down to calm her shaking. “I got you,” Eren kisses Y/n’s pussy again and he gives her pussy a slow, broad lick. He knows what he’s doing, he sinks his tongue between her lips at the last possible second, and Y/n likes that. Her clit starts aching, like needy aching. Her legs aren’t trembling so much anymore and Eren mutters a soft, “Good girl,” before he starts licking her pussy out again. He’s going slow, he’s taking his time. He keeps placing slow, broad licks between her pussy lips and he’s unraveling her, pulling small moans from her mouth as he eats and Eren feels as if he could eat her forever if she’d let him.

Forever comes sooner than later and Y/n doesn’t squirt when she cums. She doesn’t have any squirt left to give him, not even when electricity sears her spine and convulses her pussy. She’s just shaking, her foot slips off of the edge of the tub, and Eren’s pulling her down to the floor with him. He’s got Y/n in his arms and she’s melting into him. The water’s warm, running through Eren’s hair and over Y/n’s face. Y/n doesn’t know where Eren begins, she doesn’t know where she ends, they’re wrapped up in each other tight.

The silence after that accompanied by shy glances and gentle smiles as they soap each other up is comforting. Eren leaves Y/n in the shower cause she has to wash her hair and when she takes off her wig and holds it out to him Eren takes it, but not before he reaches out to put his hand on the top of her head. He’s wiggling his fingers, feeling her braids, and Y/n’s laughing, batting his hand away.

“Roger,” Eren puts his hand on Y/n’s head again and Y/n doesn’t stop him.

“Who?”

“Roger from American Dad, his head.”

Y/n guffaws when she gets the joke and she slaps Eren on the chest, ears getting hot at his laughing. “You too, nigga. I’on know why you talkin’.” She reaches up and puts her palm on Eren’s forehead before she gently pushes his head back.

“Yeah, whatever, shut up before I get the movie projector out,” Eren’s waving her wig now, pointing it at her and she knows this cause the moonlight shining in through the bathroom window outlines his naked silhouette.

“Boy, fuck you.”

Eren’s not there when she comes out of the shower and Y/n starts panicking. His clothes are gone. She didn’t even hear him leave! It’s a punch to the gut when she starts wondering if he went back to Historia and Y/n can’t stand, her legs get really weak and she has to sit down.

Did we just get played? Her mind’s spiraling down a rabbit hole of doubts and uncertainties and her tummy’s starting to hurt real bad and Y/n’s looking for her phone. She would call him, yeah, we will call him, yeah, and we’ll calmly ask Eren why he left and if he is going to Historia we’re gonna hang up, yeah.

Eren’s phone is sitting on the charger next to our phone and Y/n suddenly feels relieved. We’re embarrassed though, glancing around the empty dorm room to make sure nobody saw us fall out over this nigga. He still doesn’t have a case and it’s kinda scary because he doesn’t have a screen protector either- what if he drops it? Y/n gets a crazy idea and she glances around the room one last time before she tries it out. She picks up her phone and calls Eren and she’s staring his phone down until it starts to ring and-

“Lil squirt?!” Y/n exclaims, kinda smiling, kinda trying to look disgusted but Eren’s sense of humor wins her over. She’s laughing and she can’t believe it. Eren has her contact name saved as “lil squirt” and Y/n can’t believe it. She’s kinda happy, kinda proud, and a little embarrassed when she hangs up the call and Eren’s phone stops ringing. In all honesty, she was expecting her number to be unsaved.

“You hear that fat mamas,” She opens her towel, looking down at her vagina. “He calls us lil squirt,” Y/n’s happy and she’s wiggling her toes, this stupid grin plastered on her face and there’s no way something this little, this minuscule, should bring happiness in their situation but Y/n’s happy.

She’s self-sabotaging though, cause now Y/n wants to know more. She wants to go through Eren’s phone. Was he talkin’ to other bitches? What did these bitches look like? Was he talkin’ to other black girls? Are they prettier than you? Cause lets be honest, they were the only competition you ever cared about. Eren and Y/n never made it exclusive and he’s cheating on his girlfriend and Y/n’s brain is itching, overflowing with all of the possibilities. She wants to know.

Your girlfriend always said it doesn’t matter how nice a nigga may be, the real him is in that phone. Y/n looks down at it and she’s not surprised when the little white lock throws a tantrum and tells her to swipe up to unlock. Y/n doesn’t remember a time she’s seen Eren use his passcode and she doesn’t even know his birthday, or any other dates that might be important to him. Y/n decides she shouldn’t, what if she got her feelings hurt?

“When’s your birthday?” It’s the first thing Y/n says to Eren when he comes back twenty minutes later with a bookbag and a new set of clothing on. She’s still naked and Eren accepts that Y/n just doesn’t like clothes as he slips his feet out of his shoes.

“March thirtieth,” Y/n follows him to her bedroom and Eren plops on her loveseat. “What about you?”

“So, you’re an Aries,” Y/n completely ignores his question and Eren lets out a playful groan, leaning his head back and rubbing his forehead before running a hand through his hair.

“Please don’t tell me you’re into that astrology bullshit, too.” Y/n doesn’t answer and Eren lifts his head to look at her and she’s so cute, standing there naked, naked with water droplets running down her warm brown skin. Her tummy isn’t flat anymore, she’s gained a little weight and Eren likes it, she looks yummy this way too.

Eren takes his time looking Y/n over and her face is wet, there’s water running over her lips and down her chin. He likes the way her wet, coily black hair frames her pondering face. Eren notices there’s a drastic change to Y/n’s persona, her face, whenever her hair changes. He’s seen her hair change four times, well- three, if he counted the straight blonde wig and the curly blonde one she wore at the pool party as one because they were the same color. She’s pretty hot, like hot, when she wears a wig but when she lets her hair out, she seems softer, everything about her beauty changes to something ethereal. It’s the only way Eren can describe it.

“Okay, I can fuck with that,” Y/n’s nodding to herself cause Eren’s not the first aries she’s fucked with.

“Oh no,” Eren starts digging in his bookbag and Y/n rolls her eyes when he says, “It’s dumb.”

He pulls out the rollup and Y/n decides not to cuss him out when she sees her pink lighter in his hand. He flicks it to make sure it’s not dead and Y/n smiles a little, sampling her courage.

“So,” She takes a step forward, hands behind her back and Eren likes the way her waist beads move when she pokes out her hip a little. “Lil squirt?”

Eren pauses in sniffing the weed he just copped and when he looks up at Y/n her smile is contagious and he’s smiling too. “Lil squirt.” Eren agrees with her and Y/n starts giggling and Eren thinks she’s so pretty so he reaches for her, telling her “C’mere.”

Y/n takes Eren’s hand and he pulls her into his lap. Y/n feels content when Eren wraps his arm around her waist. He lets her get comfortable and she throws her arm around his shoulder and. she’s playing in his hair, twirling her long red nail around his chocolate strands and Eren kisses her breast before he breathes her in. She smells like strawberries, like that cupcake lotion she uses all the time and Eren subconsciously registers the sweet scent as Y/n’s. He associates it with Y/n and all he can think of, all he can see in his mind is various memories of Y/n as he breathes her in.

“You smell so good,” Eren sighs, kissing her breast one last time. Y/n’s dragging her nails against his scalp as she hums a small, “Thanks,” She kisses Eren’s crown, fingers lost in his strands as she breathes him in. He smells like her body wash, he smells like strawberries and cupcakes too. “You smell good too,”

Y/n’s kinda wetting his clothing but Eren doesn’t mind. He’s gonna have to take them off later anyway. He lets Y/n take the eighth from his hand and she looks so cute when she sniffs it. Her nostrils flare a little and Eren likes her nose, it’s different. It’s not thin and straight, she has a cute round nose and Eren can’t not tap it.

“Boop,” His touch is like a gentle poke, and Y/n’s giggling, she’s clutching the eighth in the crook of her thumb as she brings her hand up to touch her nose.

“What was that for?”

“Your nose is cute, let me bite it.”

“I know I’m chocolate, but damn.”

It’s short-lived cause Eren has to roll up and Y/n has to get started on her hair before it completely dries up. It’s quiet as Y/n massages cream into her hair and she’s watching Eren break the weed down. She remembers his question and decides to answer and Eren doesn’t remember he even asked, so he says. “What?”

“My birthday,” Y/n’s combing her hair out and the wide tooth comb is easily sliding through her coils. She repeats it and Eren nods.

“Nice,” He’s adding grabba now and Y/n’s combing out another section of her hair. “ I like that month.”

“Do you really?” She’s running her fingers through her coils and she decides they’re ready to manipulate.

“No,” Eren admits and he snorts when Y/n playfully gasps, sounding offended. She’s not really offended though, cause when Eren glances at her she’s staring at the mirror between her thighs as she parts her hair.

“I don’t really think astrology means anything,” Eren’s crumpling up the papers, rolling them in his hands so they don’t burn quickly.

“You’re very scary when you’re angry,” Y/n’s eyes are closed, she’s braiding her hair down and she has to focus really hard because her nails are long and she has to hold her fingers at a certain angle in order to tuck her hair under.

“I told you I don’t like getting angry,” Eren’s putting the weed into the papers now and he’s rolling the lips of the paper against each other as he evens out the weed.

“And that’s exactly some shit an Aries would say,” It would have been much easier if Eren would have broken the nail on her index finger, not the nails on her middle and ring finger. We’re a lucky bitch though, we’re lucky he only broke the nails, he’s lucky he didn’t completely rip our nails off or bend them back from the nail bed. He would have been single fasho.

“I feel like a war criminal or something, is being an Aries that bad?” Eren starts rolling the paper close and he’s licking the tab, sealing the weed in before he says. “I genuinely wanna know,”

“There are less redeeming qualities, but no.” Y/n finishes up her braid and she opens her eyes before she starts parting another section of her hair. “I don’t have anything against Aries, y’all just be doin’ too much sometimes.”

Eren laughs at that and some of the weed falls out of the new paper he’s trying to put it in. “I like how you’re labeling me without even knowing me,”

“I think I know enough,” Y/n closes her eyes again and Eren glances over at her before he starts sealing the weed in.

It’s quiet for a few seconds as he rolls and when he’s done he says, “I don’t doubt that.”

“I wanna get to know you more though,” Y/n finishes up her braid and she’s checking it in the mirror, running the pads of her fingers over the neat patterns.

“Whaddya wanna know?” Eren’s done rolling now, he’s torching the blunt with the pink lighter to speed up the drying process.

“Why’d you cheat on your girlfriend?” Y/n knows she should have started off light, asked him about his favorite food or his major but Y/n wants to know about the series of events that has brung them to their current situation.

Eren looks over at her, the flame in the pink lighter dying out and she’s deadass. Her eyes are closed, she’s still braiding her hair and she’s waiting. Historia was none of Y/n’s business and Eren never talked about her for a reason. Historia opened this door, though, she opened it the moment she confronted Y/n and Eren starts torching the blunt again.

“I don’t love her anymore,” Eren’s focusing on the blunt, he’s kinda burning it so he has to move the flame to a different part. “I guess my feelings died or something.”

Y/n’s expecting some complicated shit or maybe she wasn’t hearing this shit right but she opens her eyes, she stops braiding her hair and she doesn’t mean to sound hot when she says “So why didn’t you just leave her?” but she does, she sounds hot and Eren looks at her sideways.

Y/n’s hot, she’s feels herself getting more upset because Eren just said some stupid shit to her and it all could have been avoided if he had just been real from the start with her and Historia.

“Why do we have to do this? Why do we have to run around at night? Why didn’t you just decide to be single? Why didn’t you believe me? Why did we have to go through all the shit we just went through? Why you ain’t keep shit one hunnid, Eren? Why couldn’t we just be normal? Why do I have to just be a smoke buddy?-”

“-Historia’s like family, Y/n. She’s been with me from the start, I couldn’t just leave her-”

“-So what am I? What am I to you? What? Am I just some pussy? You think I’m some fucking experiment-”

“No, Y/n, fuck, baby, don’t say that-”

“-Eren you had this bitch pressing me!” Y/n’s standing now, she’s waving the wide-tooth comb in her hand. “You had this bitch pressing me because you can’t let her know what the fuck it is and what the fuck it ain’t!”

Eren’s not in the mood to argue, he doesn’t wanna argue and he regrets even saying anything. He has this bored look on his handsome face and Y/n sees sadness in his viridian eyes.

“I cheated on Historia because I wanted you, Y/n. I cheated, there, I said it, and I’m not proud but I’d do it all over again for you. I don’t wanna argue right now, is that all you wanted to know?” Eren shuts the door and we know he means it, he’s done arguing but we don't care. It’s her feelings they’re talking about, it’s Y/n they were talking about!

“We’re gonna argue baby, we’re gonna argue right now because what I'm not understanding is,” Y/n looks crazy, half of her hair is braided down and the other half is still damp. “The fact that you could have just broke up with the bitch and then proceed to fuck with me, but you didn’t and now I’m your side bitch- wait no, your smoke buddy. Help me understand because the math isn’t mathing, I used to cut math class but I think I know how to put two and two the fuck together.”

“Y/n-”

“-No! Shut up, I’m finna read yo ass-”

“-Who the fuck are you talking to?-” Eren’s standing now, the lighter and the blunt on the floor by his feet.

“-I’m talkin’ to you, nigga-” Y/n’s shifting side to side, she doesn’t know what Eren’s doing.

“-You’re not talkin’ to me,-” He’s coming closer and Y/n starts backing up.

“-I’m talking! to you! Nigga!-” Y/n’s jabbing her fingers at Eren’s chest, shoving him back from her.

“-You’re not fucking talking to me,” Eren snatches Y/n up and her pussy gets hot all of a sudden. Eren’s in her face, he’s gripping her waist and Y/n doesn’t know why her pussy’s getting hot again, can it do that?

“Why don’t you listen?” He’s shaking her and Y/n’s like a ragdoll in his hands.” Do you like making me angry, Y/n?” Eren brings his hands up to her face and Y/n’s lips push together when he cups her face. “What the fuck did I say after I wasted a five-year friendship because you don’t fucking listen? Huh? What the fuck did I say? Or are you too fucking busy acting like a fucking chickenhead you haven’t realized I destroyed my whole world for you today?”

Y/n twists her face away from Eren and she lets out a loud “Hmpfh!” as she turns away, crossing her arms. “You should have broken up with her from the start, you shouldn’t have put me through this.”

“Cut it out,” Eren grabs her shoulder and he spins her around. “Stop acting like you’re innocent in all of this.-”

“-I am innocent!-”

‘-You’re a homewrecker.” Eren spells it out for her and he’s deadass too, there’s no twinkle in his eyes, there’s no curl to his lip, there’s nothing on his face to alleviate Y/n’s guilt. “Why didn’t you refuse me? You knew I was Historia’s boyfriend and you still fucked me. You’re still fucking with me, so stop acting like you’re not in the wrong right along with me,”

Y/n has nothing to say to that, but her pretty face is twisted up into something like malice for Eren. She’s looking at him like he’s a bitch on the street and Y/n’s wrangling her thoughts as they have a dirty staring contest.

“You knew you were Historia’s boyfriend!” She explodes. She’s pointing her long red claw in his face and she’s reading his ass. “Fuck is you talm bout I knew? I knew you was tryna fuck! So we fucked! You was on my case, nigga! Now ya bitch mad at me cause you don’t wanna go home to her? Boy, you got me fucked up.”

“Do you want me to leave?” Eren’s done arguing. “Because I can leave and I can go back to Historia. What’s the word?”

It’s like a slap to the face and Y/n’s anger rattles her head, her chest, her eyes, this nigga was trying her just like his little bobble-headed bitch. “Then go!”

Eren nods and Y/n’s tummy turns sour when she realizes what she’s just done. Y/n feels like the world is spiraling, she feels sick, she feels nauseous as Eren gets his things. He doesn’t look at her as he leaves, he walks right past her, and Y/n’s hands start trembling.

The week they were apart felt like torture. He’s going back to Historia. Is he really going back to Historia? Y/n hears the door slam and she’s scrambling for her bonnet. Eren was not about to embarrass her like this. He was not about to go back to this bitch, Historia, after all they’ve just been through. ‘Fuck! Why’d you fumble the bag like that?’ Y/n’s scolding herself, she’s pulling on some random pum pum shorts, jumping to get them over her thighs and up her ass. ‘He was gonna break up with her, why you ain’t shut up girl?’

Y/n’s t-shirt is on backwards and her charm decorated pink crocs are in sports mode as she rushes out of the door. She hears the elevator dinging but when she rounds the corner the doors are closing so she takes the stairs.

He’s pushing the double doors to go outside when Y/n grabs him by the handle on his bookbag and she’s pulling him away from the doors. She yanks Eren’s bookbag clean off when she tries to spin him around. Eren turns around and he’s not pleased, he’s not anything as he addresses her.

“Can I help you?”

“You’re really going back to her?” Y/n’s grabbing at the front of his black tech, she’s pulling at the strings cause Eren’s backing up. “You’re really going back to that bitch?”

“It’s what you wanted, right?” Eren’s trying to push Y/n away but she’s stuck to him like glue, she’s not letting go.

“I don’t want you to go,” Y/n’s making a scene in front of the two security guards at the front desk but she doesn’t care. “Don’t go, Eren.” She hugs him, she buries her face in his chest and she’s holding him tight. “Don’t go,” Her words are muffled and she’s squeezing him.

She hurt him, her words cut like a knife and Eren hates himself for realizing she’s right. He should’ve just broken up with Historia from the start. “I shouldn’t have put you through that. You were right.” Y/n’s heart is pounding against her ribcage, the mere tone of Eren’s voice suggests that he's not going to stay. “I’m sorry,”

Y/n hates herself for the way she let him disrespect her, she hates herself for still wanting him and she doesn’t let go. “I don’t care!” She feels pathetic, she feels inferior to Historia. “Don’t leave me for her again, you said you wouldn’t, you- you promised!”

Eren’s face softens and he stops pushing her away, he stops fighting her. Her bonnet smells like coconut oil, it’s a pleasant scent he registers as Y/n’s as he wraps his arms around her. “I promised,”

“You promised,” Y/n’s on her tippy toes, she’s trying to get as close as possible.

“I promised,” Eren’s squeezing her, he’s kissing her bonnet and Y/n feels faint. Her head feels so light but Eren’s got her. Of course, he’s got her.

They’re naked again, wrapped up in each other on the loveseat. Her legs are one with his own and Y/n’s ashing the blunt on the ashtray sitting on the chair arm above Eren’s head. Eren’s rubbing her ass, he’s rubbing her lower back and he’s patient as Y/n puts the blunt to his soft pink lips.

Eren pulls and Y/n’s encouraging him to take more, she’s nodding her head and she has this encouraging smile on her pretty face. The blunt stops burning when Eren pauses to let some smoke out before he starts pulling again.

“Keep going,” Y/n’s holding the blunt still so none of the ash falls on him and it’s burning red as he pulls. Eren’s serious, she can’t out smoke him, she could never. He makes a sharp sound when he’s done pulling and Y/n takes it away from his lips.

She moves in for a kiss and Eren kisses her, he exhales all the smoke into her mouth and Y/n breathes it in. She’s swallowing, she doesn’t know why she’s swallowing but she’s swallowing when she pulls away and Eren starts cackling. Y/n’s smoked the fuck out, her eyes are red and low and she looks like she’s struggling to breathe the smoke down.

“Shut upp,” Y/n starts coughing and Eren’s howling. He doesn’t even know what he’s laughing at, maybe he’s laughing at the way her face crinkles up or maybe he’s laughing at the way she’s crushing his boner, but Eren’s laughing. They finished Eren’s eighth eight blunts ago and they’re smoking on Y/n’s stash while they wait for the Budman to come through.

Y/n’s not tapping out, she ignores Eren’s shaking under her as she takes another pull. Her lungs reach capacity and she lets some smoke out of her nose so she can keep pulling. It’s burning her throat, it’s making her chest hot and Y/n’s so high, she doesn’t think she’s gotten this high before. She can’t feel her legs, she doesn’t even know where they are.

Eren quiets down, but his lips have this lazy to curl to them and the way he’s looking up at her makes her face hot. “What are you staring at?” The smoke comes out of Y/n’s mouth as she puts the blunt to his lips.

“You look like a mushroom head,” Eren doesn’t take his eyes off of her as he pulls and Y/n’s too smacked to get an attitude, so she says,

“Deadass?”

“Deadass,” Eren answers when he’s done pulling and he does it breathlessly so he doesn’t let out any smoke. He snaps his fingers and Y/n knows what he wants. He’s holding it for her and Y/n licks her lips before she gently presses them to his own.

Eren slides his tongue into her mouth before Y/n can inhale and the smoke flows up into the air above them as she kisses back. She has cottonmouth, it’s hard to kiss back and he knows she’s gone. Eren’s mouth is wet though and his eyes are closed, he’s content as he swirls his tongue around her own. Y/n’s holding the blunt, she’s trying to not let it ash as Eren tongues her. She’s enjoying it, even though her mouth is dry. Eren’s making it wet and he's massaging her ass with one hand. Eren breaks the kiss to tell her a soft, “Stick your tongue out,”

Y/n sticks her tongue out and he’s so nasty, that boy is so nasty when he starts sucking on her tongue. Eren’s gripping her soft ass and he’s got her tongue between his lips, he’s getting it all wet for her. Y/n’s body is receptive, she’s smacked and she feels every little thing. She feels the way his fingernails press into her ass, she feels his hard dick pressing against her tummy, she feels her breasts flat on his chest and she feels her mouth getting wet.

Eren’s making her mouth drool, she doesn’t know if it’s her drool but she’s drooling and her tongue’s been out of her mouth for a minute. Y/n pulls her tongue out of Eren’s mouth and he takes his hand off of her ass. It’s trailing up her back and he’s got his hand on her bonnet as he pulls her into another kiss.

The blunt ashes and Y/n’s too busy licking at Eren’s tongue. He’s not moving it in her mouth and his hand is still at the back of her head, holding her mouth to his own. Y/n starts sucking and Eren goes back to rubbing her ass and he’s wiggling his tongue now. He’s making it hard for her to suck but Y/n doesn’t stop trying. She notices he likes it when she runs the tip of her tongue over the tip of his tongue because he squeezes her ass every time she does it.

Y/n licks her tongue at the underside of Eren’s tongue and she curls her tongue into her mouth before flicking it back into Eren’s mouth and he licks the underside of her tongue before she can drag it over the top of his tongue. Y/n pulls back and she opens her eyes the same time Eren opens his eyes and he licks his lips, he’s gazing up at her with those green eyes and Y/n really feels his boner pressing her tummy.

“Spit in my mouth,” Eren’s gentle with her, he’s cupping her ass cheek and he’s stroking her flesh with his thumb. Y/n’s face looks so relaxed, her pretty eyes are low and her big lips are wet and parted.

Y/n closes her lips and she closes her eyes and Eren snickers at the way she makes up her face as she focuses on trying to get her mouth wet again. Y/n opens one eye as if to ask what the fuck was funny and Eren’s grinning up at her. Her bonnet looks like a mushroom, it’s big, pink, fluffy, and frilly around her head and she’s wearing a light pink headscarf that compliments her warm brown face. He likes it, he likes it so much he reaches up with his other hand to toy the frills with his finger. Y/n’s still sucking her cheeks in, she’s still trying to gather as much spit as she can.

“Hurry up,” Eren takes the blunt from her fingertips and he pulls it, eyes on her and the smoke comes out of his nose in a thick white fog before he tells her, “I’m thirsty,”

Y/n touches his lips when she’s ready, she gently grazes one of her red nails over his bottom lip and Eren opens his mouth, he longs out his tongue. What if he didn’t like the way your spit tasted? What does your spit even taste like? Y/n gives it to him, she gives it to him cause he likes the way she tastes, he likes the way her pussy tastes, Eren likes the way her ass tastes.

She tries to do it like him. She slowly lets it all onto his tongue and Eren’s so nasty, he doesn’t break eye contact as it runs down his tongue and into his mouth. Y/n has her hand on his face, her fingers spread on his cheek, and her thumb on his chin and she lets her tongue out of her mouth as the last of it falls onto Eren’s tongue. Y/n licks his tongue when she’s done and Eren swallows. He licks his lips after he swallows and Y/n kisses him. There are no lips when she starts the kiss, she just licks her tongue into his mouth and he opens to receive her, he gives her his tongue.

He likes it sloppy, Y/n knows he likes his kisses sloppy so she makes it dirty. She gently applies pressure to his chin to keep his mouth open and she licks his mouth all over inside. She’s not even trying to kiss him, Eren doesn’t know what to do with his tongue cause Y/n’s licking his cheeks, his gums, his teeth, and his dick hurts. It’s aching under her and the pressure she’s putting on his dick feels good, it feels delicious and he’s content. His eyes are closed, he doesn’t need Y/n’s help keeping his mouth open cause he does it for her and she’s never kissed him like this before. She’s never kissed him all nasty like this, she’s never laid her tongue flat over his own and wiggled it all over his tongue.

Y/n feels tingly when she pulls back and Eren doesn’t open his eyes when he sighs, “Again,” his lips are flushed. “Spit in my mouth again.”

Y/n wishes there was a prettier word for ‘spit,’ cause when he says it she imagines herself hawking and spitting in his mouth and she’s only thinking these things cause she’s smacked. Eren’s patiently waiting and Y/n gets to work on making her mouth wet again. It’s easier this time and when she gives it to him she presses her lips over his own. Eren softly moans in the back of his throat as it falls into his mouth and Y/n doesn’t let him swallow. She dips her tongue into his mouth and it’s so warm, it doesn’t taste like anything. Eren swallows it, he lets it slide down his throat and into his belly before he catches Y/n, he moves his head a little bit to kiss her and she kisses back. Somewhere in all of the tongue kissing it gets neat, it turns into smooches, then pecks and now they’re just grazing their lips against each others.

Eren’s nose is poking her own, but it’s not an uncomfortable fit for either of them, he doesn’t have to tilt his head when he kisses her like how he has to when he kisses Historia. Y/n pecks her lips against his own one last time before she takes the blunt from his fingertips. It’s not lit, so she has to wiggle a bit to get the lighter and Eren hums a, “Mmm,” as he puts his hands on her waist to keep her still.

“Don’t do that,” He’s holding her and Y/n doesn’t move, but the lighter is right there at her nail tips.

“Just a little bit more,” As soon as she says it Eren grips her hips tight. “You’re making me wanna fuck you,”

“You always wanna fuck me,” Y/n can’t stop the little smile dancing on her lips and she starts moving her body up and down on his own. Eren’s grip melts away from her hips and he groans, his breath hot on her neck.

“Yeah,” Eren puts his hands on her ass and he sounds really distressed when he says, “But I’m really trying not to right now.”

Y/n’s not even trying to reach for the lighter anymore. She could grab it anytime she wanted to but rubbing her body on Eren’s body felt nice. Getting him all hot and bothered felt nice. He lets her for a little bit, he lets her rub her tummy and front up and down the length of his dick and Y/n almost thinks he’s encouraging her. His fingers slightly press into her ass whenever she moves her body down as if he wants her to move up and she does. Her tummy’s getting a little wet and Y/n knows he likes it.

“You’re not gonna have a vagina if you keep doing that,” Eren’s mutter gets mixed up in Y/n’s giggles as she works her body harder against him.

“Shut up nigga,” Y/n reaches for the lighter and she fixes herself straight, she puts her breast on his chest and she’s sparking the blunt dangerously close to Eren’s baby hairs. “You’re not talkin to me when you’re wetting my tummy like a bitch,”

“Yo,” Eren slaps one of Y/n’s ass cheeks and the flame in the lighter dies out. “Who are you talkin to like that?” It’s not a scolding, it comes out with a laugh and Eren likes it. He likes when she gets staticky and he’s massaging her ass cheek.

“What do you want from me?” Y/n likes how he’s always touching her, she likes how he’s always looking at her and it makes her feel special, he’s always so interested in her. “A child? Is that what you want? A son?”

Eren laughs at that and he’s squeezing her ass cheek when he says, “Not right now,”

Y/n likes this and she goes along with it. “When?” She starts lighting the blunt again, sparking Eren’s pink lighter.

“After I break up with Historia,”

Y/n looks up from lighting the blunt and her mouth feels dry when she sees he’s serious. He’s not rubbing her ass anymore, but he’s looking into her, and Y/n’s gotta let him know what time it is.

“You like my body, right?”

“Yes…?”

“Let’s keep it that way.” Y/n lights the blunt and she takes a pull. “I’ll have a graveyard pussy before I let them lil’ snot-nosed kids bend me outta shape.”

No nigga was about to baby mama you. You weren’t even sure about the whole thing. He breaks up with Historia and then what? He breaks up with you for the next bitch when you ain’t doing it for him anymore? Y/n tries to push those thoughts away, but no nigga was about to baby mama us. No thank you.

“You’re still on birth control?” Eren’s rubbing her again, he’s watching the smoke float up from her nose after she takes another pull.

“Of course,” Y/n emphasizes the last word and Eren moves his hand from her ass to the small of her back and he’s stroking her skin when he says, “Stop taking it.”

“Are you dumb?” Y/n brushes Eren off and she offers him the blunt. “Hea, smoke.”

Eren takes the blunt from her and he takes a long pull. He’s watching Y/n, he’s watching Y/n’s pretty face as he pulls and when he’s ready to speak he stops pulling. He lets the smoke out of his mouth a little bit then he sucks it in and exhales it through his nose.

“I wanna put a baby inside of you,”

Y/n laughs and she’s too smacked to take him seriously. Eren spreads his fingers out on her skin, he pulls her against him a little bit and Y/n goes quiet because his fingers are pressing into her skin. She knows he’s serious.

“I just wanna get you pregnant.” Eren’s green eyes are red and low and he takes another pull. “I don’t want a baby.” There is smoke coming out of his mouth when he makes himself clear.

It takes her a second to understand what he means, he doesn’t wanna baby mama her. Y/n’s eyes flit away and her face is hot when she admits, “I’ve never been pregnant before.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Eren’s rubbing her again and he takes another pull. Y/n feels him brushing his fingers over her skin and smoke comes out of his mouth when he tells her, “C’mere.”

It’s sunny outside when Y/n wakes up. Waking up from a weed coma felt like the most exhausting thing she’s done in her life, and she’s been doing it for a minute now. Y/n’s body feels heavy as she peels herself off of Eren and he’s still sleeping. His head is turned sideways, nestled in one of her fuzzy pink throw pillows. One of his arms is hanging off of the loveseat and Y/n puts the other one across his tummy after she takes it off of her ass. She’s sitting between his legs and she’s holding her hand up, gently groaning as she shies away from the sunlight.

Eren moves, turning his head the other way and he pulls his arm up, throwing it over his face and Y/n pauses when his dick jumps against his tummy. Her dorm room is quiet and sunny, she’s holding her breath when his dick jumps again. He’s swollen, his tip is flushed and wet and Y/n notices the sticky mess on her tummy.

Eren mumbles something in his sleep, it’s incoherent, barely forming as his lips move. He goes quiet after that and he looks so fine like that. His face looks angelic, frozen in time in his slumber and Y/n’s touching him. She’s gently ghosting her hand up his tan thigh and she likes the way he keeps his pubic hair. She likes how it’s closely trimmed, she likes the way his happy trail runs up to his belly button.

Y/n loves his big dick. It’s fat, it’s tall and it’s leaking and Y/n wants to taste him. She’s careful as she comes in closer and Y/n shyly flicks her tongue out to steal some of his cum. He’s yummy, he lights up her taste buds. Y/n presses her tongue flat and she drags it over his tip the next time she licks him. Eren doesn’t wake up when she checks on him, so she licks him again and he tastes so good. Y/n takes her time getting her mouth wet and she gently takes hold of his dick, guiding it off of his tummy to her lips.

She’s never gotten to suck his dick before, there never seemed to be anytime for that when they were fucking but they’ve got time now. Eren doesn’t like getting his dick sucked. Y/n would have known that if he was awake to tell her, but he’s not. He’s sleeping and Y/n licks her lips before she swallows his dick whole. He fills her mouth up and Y/n’s lips are stretching around his dick as she takes him in. He’s in her throat and Eren’s brow is tense, he looks like he’s trying to focus on something when he moves his arm from over his face.

Y/n pulls back and she sighs a small, “Fuck,” before she licks her lips. He tastes amazing. Why didn’t he ever let her suck his dick before? Y/n gently squeezes the base of his dick as she opens her mouth and swallows him again. Her pussy feels hot between her legs and she’s got her ass in the air, eyes on Eren as she throats him

Y/n’s still squeezing the base of his dick when she starts sucking and Eren lets out a whimper and his arm falls off of the loveseat again. Y/n feels her pussy getting wet and she starts shaking her ass as she goes to town on his dick. She’s tightening her lips as she sucks him up and she relaxes them when she takes him in. Y/n’s moving her hips, she’s popping her pussy open because she likes the way the cold air makes her clit tingle.

Y/n finds herself worshipping his dick, she’s cupping it with both hands as she licks up the side of his dick again and again and Eren’s twitching in her hands. She’s settling sloppy with it, her eyes are closed and she’s lapping his balls up, kissing his tip and she’s in heaven. Her pussy’s thumping now and she doesn’t feel sore anymore. Eren’s dick is all shiny, she polished all the cum off and she’s still licking, she still wants to get her baby all cleaned up. Y/n feels like a slut, she’s so down bad for Eren’s dick and she forgets to check on him before she swallows him again.

Y/n gives him her throat, she’s holding her lips open she strokes him and Y/n’s massaging his lower tummy, her thumbs are stroking a loving rhythm in his skin. Eren’s face is all made up the next time she checks on him but he’s still sleeping and his dick is still throbbing in her mouth. Y/n moans around his dick and the vibrations hit Eren, pulling a groan from his lips. Her pussy lights up and Y/n realizes she’s leaking. Y/n feels her pussy juices warm in the crooks of her thighs and she moans again, loving the way his eyebrows draw together when he groans for her again.

Y/n takes her mouth off of his dick and she’s leering up into Eren’s sleeping face, she’s licking her lips and she’s thinking about all the ways she could slut him out right now. His dick is twitching against his tummy and Eren looks at peace again. His face is calm but he’s breathing hard, his tummy is heaving and Y/n’s purring as she plants a loving kiss on his balls. It turns into a lick, a slow broad lick that doesn’t end until she’s at his tip and Eren stirs a little but his eyes don’t open.

Y/n sits back and her hand is between her legs, she’s rubbing her pussy as she stares down at him. She’s soaked and Y/n’s rubbing in her clit in circles, she’s daydreaming about the way Eren fucked her out last night and her pussy wants him again. Her pussy wants her daddy. Y/n squeezes her breast and she’s playing with her nipple, she’s rolling it between her fingers and her pussy’s dripping onto the loveseat. Y/n keeps rubbing her pussy out, she keeps playing with her titties and she’s getting herself all worked up while she watches him sleep.

Y/n’s quiet as she toys herself and she’s biting her lip, she doesn’t wanna wake him up cause it’s hot, it’s fun and Y/n decides she’ll sit on his dick. Y/n’s careful as she turns around and she takes great care not to touch him as she gets on top. She likes having full control over Eren, she likes the way he doesn’t react when she takes hold of his dick, she likes the way he stays still as she sits on it and she likes the way he obediently stretches her wet pussy hole out.

Y/n gets comfortable on his dick, she’s breathing hard as she enjoys the way Eren’s dick feels in her tummy and she can’t see his face right now, god, Y/n wishes she could. Eren always made the most beautiful expressions whenever we put the pussy on him. She’s on her feet and her hands are flat on the loveseat between Eren’s legs when she starts bouncing on his dick. She starts off slow, trying to balance on his length without sitting in his lap completely and the more she bounces the wetter her pussy gets and Y/n really doesn’t want Eren to wake up, this felt too good, he felt too good.

She’s biting back her moans, her eyes are closed in concentration and she’s trying really hard to not sit on him. She’s on her tippy toes and her ass feels heavy, her pussy feels hot and heavy and Y/n wants to moan, she wants to moan so bad she’s whimpering. She’s whimpering as she puts the pussy on a sleeping Eren and he’s taking it so well. Eren’s toes are curling up when she opens her eyes and she can’t hold her moans in anymore, she gives them to him, soft and sweet, every time he stabs in her soft spot.

“Oh my god baby, this dick feels soo good,” Y/n’s voice comes out as a murmur, a whisper because she’s trying not to disturb his sleep. His thighs look delicious, they look strong and Y/n doesn’t know what type of weights he’s been lifting but she’s worshipping his thighs, she’s spreading her fingers flat to feel them as she works her pussy on his dick. Eren’s thighs feel firm but they’ve got some fat on them and Y/n’s sucking in a sharp breath, sinking down onto his dick and into his lap when she squeezes his thighs.

He has hairs on his legs and Y/n likes how all his hairs are brown, this beautiful rich brown and they compliment his tan skin so well. She has to stop and she’s balancing on the tip of his dick when Eren moves under her. His hips buck up and he’s pressing up into her. Y/n turns her head a bit to get a peek at him and his eyes are still closed. His dark lashes are touching his cheeks and his pretty lips are sneering, the conner of his tan upper lip is slightly raised and he’s so fucking fine.

He’d be calling her a nasty bitch right now, she knows it, and her pussy’s hot as she slowly sinks into Eren’s lap again. Y/n’s cooing, she’s moaning a soft, “Mhm,” as he opens her pussy up and she lets out a hot breath when he’s pressing into her womb. His tummy, his hips, his thighs feel soft, warm under her and Y/n sits on his dick for a bit more. Eren starts moving again, pulling a breathy, “Fuckkk,” from Y/n’s lips. He’s rocking up into her pussy, his hips are slowly moving up and down and he’s digging her pussy out and he still doesn’t wake up.

Y/n starts riding again, she drags her pussy up his dick and she only goes down halfway when she sits, she’s trying to be so careful but it feels so much better when she sits on his dick all the way. His toes are curling and uncurling and Y/n’s never noticed how long his toes actually are. So Y/n slows down her strokes so she can sit on him all the way and it feels soo much better, he’s hitting all the right places and he’s being so nice about it.

Y/n feels her pussy gripping him and her hole’s burning, it’s on fire, fighting for purchase on his dick as she drags herself to his tip again. Y/n sits on his dick again and it’s up for her when digs in her womb. Her body feels really hot, her tummy’s fluttering, her pussy’s fluttering and her breasts feel heavy on her chest and her nipples are poking out, they’re aching. How dare Historia try to keep some good dick like this locked up? She could have just shared, all Historia had to do was be nice and share, Y/n didn’t mean to take the nigga from her it just happened and now it’s too late for that, it’s too late for sharing.

Y/n’s strokes start getting sloppy, she’s flinging her pussy down onto him and her ass is clapping on him, her pussy’s making such an intoxicating sound around his dick. She’s becoming undone. Her thighs are working, she’s balancing on her tippy toes and she’s fucking Eren up something nasty. He’s moving his hips and he’s breathing hard under her and this was Y/n’s dick now. It’s like a strike of lighting every time Eren digs her out and it completely fries her pussy, it fries her clit and before she can recover she flings her pussy on him again and he’s so obedient, he sends lighting into her pussy, again and again, and again.

Y/n’s body is on autopilot, she’s getting wild on that dick, she’s in her head daydreaming about all the times Eren’s fucked her all nasty. She’s enjoying the fuck outta his dick and she’s slamming her ass down on Eren and he’s stretching her little pussy open, he’s digging her little pussy out. He’s in her belly, he’s making her pussy cream already and Y/n knows she’s stealing his dick. Eren never gave her permission, he never said yes but he loves your body, he would’ve said yes regardless.

Eren feels hot, like really hot. He’s struggling to breathe, it’s hard to breathe and his face is all made up again. There’s sweat on his brow and he sucks in a deep breath when he wakes up. He doesn’t know what’s going on, the first thing he sees is Y/n’s creamy pussy hole stretching around the base of his dick and he doesn’t know what to do with his hands when she starts dragging her pussy up his dick.

Her ass looks big and soft, her asshole is covered with cream and her pussy’s so tight she knocks the breath out of Eren when she slams down on him again. She does it to him again, she drags her sweet pussy up his dick, and Eren shudders when she puts her pussy on him again. Her pussy wasn’t this strong last night, it didn’t suck him up like this last night and Eren’s already been bested. How was he gonna fuck back? How could he, with Y/n on top of him slutting him out like this?

This was a good way to wake up, this was a great way to wake up and Eren lets her know he’s awake. He claps her ass with both of his hands and then he grabs her shaking flesh, he’s encouraging her, he’s pushing her ass up and pulling it down and he’s letting her take all the dick she wants from him.

“Good morning, babyyy,” Y/n’s cooing, she keeps giving him her pussy, she keeps bouncing and Eren’s gripping her ass, he’s pushing her ass cheeks up so he can see all of the action.

“Mm, good morning, good morning,” Her pussy’s so fat, it’s so creamy, going up and down his dick like that and she’s riding his dick so steady, she’s handling his dick as if it doesn’t phase her and she’s such a-

“-Sexy little bitch, oh my goddd,” Eren’s voice is deep, raspy with sleep and he’s feeling feelings, “Jesus Christ,” His groan is so low, it’s so sexy and Y/n’s pussy starts drooling for her daddy. Eren starts squeezing her ass cheeks but he’s still pushing them up and Y/n’s still bouncing, her pussy’s still creaming. “Fuck me just like that, baby, justtt like thattt,”

“Just like this?” Y/n clenches up her pussy as she drags it up his dick and Eren feels fire searing his spine. Y/n unclenches her pussy when she sits in his lap and her warmth swallows his dick whole. Her pussy greedily squelches around the base of his dick and Eren’s hopeless.

“Ooh fuck, damn, girl,” Eren’s wrinkling his nose, his mouth is open, his upper lip is sneering and his eyes are shut tight. Y/n would have sold all of her wigs to see that expression and Eren feels like he’s gonna bust. How long had she been fucking him like this? How did she even get on top without him waking up? He’s rubbing the top of Y/n’s ass now and her cheeks are moving, they’re clapping and rippling every time she claps against him. “Just like that, don’t stop, fuck me like that, fuck me,”

“I’mma fuck you,” Y/n’s enjoying herself, she’s working her hips, she popping her pussy open every time she flings it down on Eren. “I’mma really really fuck you,” The curve in Y/n’s back looks delicious, her brown body is coated in a thin sheen of sweat as she moves.

“Oh, fuckkk, Y/n, baby,” It’s desperate, something like a cross between a sigh and a moan falling from his lips. Her pussy cream is on his crotch, it’s drenching his pubic hairs and Eren starts rubbing her everywhere, anywhere he can, her thighs, her ass, her back and he’s pressing up into her sweet pussy. “Fick mich (Fuck me), fick mich (fuck me,), fuckkk, fuck me,”

“Ohh, I’ma fuck you,” Y/n’s knees are aching, they’re burning but she keeps going. Eren’s dick felt too good to just stop and her tummy’s all tight. “Stay right there baby, take this pussy, take your pussy,” She’s putting that pussy on him so well, she knows what she’s doing. Her pussy’s squelching loudly around his dick cause she’s throwing it now.

“Wet that dick uppp, bitch,” Eren’s a mess, he’s huffing and his face feels really hot, his cheeks are flushed and his ears are red and his hands are on her ass again, his fingers are digging into Y/n’s soft brown flesh. “Wet, ah fuck, wet that dick up,” He can’t peel his eyes away from her pretty black pussy, it’s all he sees, all he feels and fuck, she’s so bad, Y/n’s so fuckin baddd.

She’s planting her feet flat on the loveseat and she’s throwing that ass up and down his dick. Her pussy’s stroking him, sucking him up over and over again and Eren’s dick is twitching and throbbing inside of her. The wet friction feels so overwhelming, she’s got fire pooling in Eren’s tummy, she’s got his balls churning and he doesn’t wanna cum. God, Eren wants to keep enjoying her pussy.

“You gonna cum for me?” Y/n feels him gripping her and he’s gripping real tight, it’s as if he’s trying to slow down her bouncing. “Cum for me,” She gets on her tippy toes again, she starts popping her pussy and dropping it in his lap again and Eren’s legs are stiff, he can’t feel his toes. “Cum for me, fill my pussy up Eren, fill me uppp,”

“Ich will nicht, Ich will nicht (I don’t want to, I don’t want to)” Eren’s groaning, he’s gripping her ass cheeks so tight he’s pulling them apart and fuck, Eren doesn’t wanna go out like this, he can’t go out like this. He’s pathetic, bucking, grinding up inside of her. “Not yet, slow down, hah, s-slow down, Y/n.”

“No,” Y/n’s fucking him. “Oh no nigga, take it, take this pussy,” Y/n’s really really fucking him. “This ya pussy, right?” It’s breathy, filthy in Eren’s ears and he’s making strangled noises in the back of his throat. Eren’s driving her crazy too, he’s fucking her too and he’s in her pussy, stabbing her soft spot out, and Y/n’s drooling, panting as she makes her ass jump, and Jesus, we can’t get enough of that dick. Her nipples are tingling and her clit’s throbbing and Y/n wants him in her belly when she grinds down on him, hard, and she’s hissing as she whines her waist to feel his every inch.

“My pussy, my, hah, my,” Eren’s rolling his head side to side on the pink throw pillow, he’s seeing stars. “My, puss, puss, miene (my)... miene (my), oh fuck, Y/nnn,”

Y/n doesn’t stop whining her waist, she’s moving her hips in circles, and Eren’s killing her. He’s making her belly bottom burn, he’s making her toes curl up but Y/n’s a champion. She’s taking his inches and Eren doesn’t know if she’s taken his eyesight too or if his vision was fading but everything’s dark when he cums. He lets out a loud, “Fuckkk, babyyy,”, too and Y/n’s purring, she’s taking her time on his dick. His cum feels hot inside of her, shooting against her womb and Y/n keeps grinding and Eren’s sputtering, he’s saying something about, “No, bitte (please), wait, get up, wait, bitte (please),”

Eren’s digging deep in Y/n’s creamy pussy. All of the nerves in his body are jumpy, his dick is pulsating inside of her and she’s still working for her nut. She’s still grinding on him when he regains his eyesight, she’s moaning small, “Mhm,”’s and Eren knows his baby girl is close. Her pussy’s all clenched up, it’s squishing and she’s grinding back and forth, she’s working real hard for her nut.

His cum is leaking out of her, with every whine of her waist it spills out and Y/n’s toes are still all curled up when she cums. It’s loud and wet, drenching the loveseat and she doesn’t stop grinding as she rides out her orgasm, she doesn’t stop whining her waist and she doesn’t stop squirting on his tall dick. Eren’s holding her hips, he’s gently massaging her soft flesh as she makes her puddle and fuck, baby girl has that moose knuckle pussy cause it sounds like she’s pissing, fast and hot.

Y/n sighs a cute, “Ohh,” when she’s done. Her head falls forward and she’s breathing hard. Eren reluctantly lets her go when she gets off of him and his dick slides out of her and flops against his tummy. He’s still hard but he feels numb and he knows it’ll go away shortly. Y/n’s patting her bonnet and she uses one of her long red nails to itch a little bit as she looks around for her phone.

“No cuddles?” Eren’s getting up and he’s slow about it, peeling his body off of the loveseat into a standing position. “You’re just gonna slut me out and walk away like everything’s okay?”

“Everything is okay, though.” Y/n finds her phone and it’s two in the afternoon. “You came, I came. I’m happy, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Eren’s looking for his towel, the towel Y/n gave him last night. “Doesn’t mean I can’t feel like a thot right now,”

He’s naked, he’s all wet and he’s completely flushed when Y/n glances up at him. She can’t look away and Eren lets his hair down so she can’t see his red ears. Her pretty big lips slightly turn up and she’s smirking at him, her pretty brown eyes rolling him up and down and she’s taking him in and she’s proud as fuck, too.

“I ain’t say I was gonna really really fuck you?”

“I wish my dick wasn’t numb right now,” Eren finds his towel. It’s a black towel and for some reason, he’s thankful it wasn’t pink. The color was intoxicating sometimes but Eren liked her aesthetic, she made the color look pretty. “But it is, so I’m going to have to permit your bullshit.”

“You gon’ have to permit it, red stoplight head ass, you got fucked!” Y/n sticks her tongue out at Eren and blows him a raspberry before jumping to shift her stance. Eren likes the way her breasts bounce on her chest and she’s pointing at him now and she has this challenging look on her pretty face. “Fair and square.”

Eren chuckles as he shakes his head and he runs his hand through his hair and his ears aren’t bright red anymore but they’re still kinda red. “I was sleeping,”

“You was fucking back tho,” Y/n slinks her way over to him and Eren’s hands automatically go to her waist when she puts her arms around his shoulders. Y/n kisses his cheek and Eren turns his head, grazing his lips on her own and she kisses him there too. “I mean, you tried.”

Eren laughs at that and he kisses her again. “Really?” His thumbs are stroking her sides and he’s not so embarrassed anymore. He’s still kinda embarrassed though. She had him speaking German, the pussy was that good.

“Yeah,” Y/n presses her forehead against his own and when Eren looks into her time comes to a stop.

“Let’s do it again,” His voice is soft, it’s a whisper and it’s only meant for Y/n’s ears. “Whoever wakes up first,”

“Fa-fucking-sho,” Y/n’s grinning and Eren kisses her. It’s sweet, he’s pressing his lips against her own, and Y/n’s kissing back. They both have morning breath, so nobody makes a move to tongue kiss and it’s over in a few seconds. There’s a loud ding, signaling somebody had received a message. Y/n turns her head, looking to see if it’s her phone on the bed but it’s not. It’s probably Eren’s phone.

“I’m gonna go shower, you coming?” Y/n turns to walk away and Eren slaps her ass. He makes it jiggle and now he has a smirk of his own. Y/n tries to give him a scolding look but her lips melt into a smile and she tries to fight it cause Eren’s smirking even wider now.

“What are you doing today?” Eren’s never asked her that before. It’s a suggestion, a question that Y/n knows all too well and she pauses. Her pretty brown eyes flick Eren up and down and he looks as if he only wants one answer. Y/n takes her time putting the charm on.

She takes a step towards him, one foot in front of the other and she’s so pretty with one of her arms behind her back, she’s so pretty when she looks up at him like that. “I’m getting my nails done,”

“Let me pay for them,” Eren gently touches her elbow and Y/n slowly moves her arm from behind her back and she gives him her hand. Eren’s touch is feathery as he trails his fingers over her forearm before he takes her hand. Two of her long red claws are missing, the acrylic was jagged where they had been brutally snapped off.

“Are you sure?” Y/n’s got him and she definitely wasn’t going to say no. Eren seemed like he had money, he was always paying for things when they were together and Y/n loved running up a check she didn’t have to pay for.

“I’m sure,” Eren runs his thumb over the edge of one of her broken acrylics and when he looks her in the face she’s smiling.

Y/n considers running his pockets. Maybe they were deeper than Connie’s- but she really likes Eren. So she settles for a check. “Okay. “

It takes her a little while in the bathroom and Eren’s already dressed, he’s patiently sitting on piles of towels she had put down on the loveseat. He clicks his phone on and the text from Historia is still sitting untouched in his notification center. He clicks his phone off again and he puts it in his pocket. He doesn’t wanna think about any of that right now, he just wants to focus on Y/n. It’s three o’clock now and she’s still not done.

“Y/n?” He calls her name and she answers with a sharp, “What?”

She’s aggressive sometimes and Eren likes it, he likes it because he knows he can make her submit to him. He’s tired of waiting though, she’s wasting daylight and Eren goes to the bathroom to check on her. When he sees her hot bubblegum pink inches it makes five times Eren’s seen her hair change.

“Woah,” He comes closer and Y/n spares him a glance before she focuses on curling the ends of hair again. Eren starts touching, he starts lifting her bubblegum pink strands up, he starts running his fingers through the tight curls at the ends of her strands. “I like this,”

Y/n moves her head a little bit and she pulls her pink curls from Eren’s fingers. “Thank you, don’t do that though, they’re not done setting.” She lets a new set of curls fall from her flat iron and Eren’s stepping around her, he’s glancing between her and the mirror in front of them.

“You really like pink, don’t you?” He doesn’t listen, he takes some of the straight hair she hasn’t gotten to yet between his thumb and his index fingers.

“Yeah,” Y/n lets him, she hasn’t gotten to that part yet so she lets him twirl her pink strands around his finger. “It’s just so pretty,”

“Yeah,” Eren thinks so too. “Pretty like you,”

Y/n’s face gets hot and she averts her eyes from the mirror cause that’s exactly where Eren’s looking. It’s quiet after that and Eren stays with her as she fixes her hair. He’s never seen a hot comb before and Eren’s cringing as she combs her part down with it.

“That doesn’t burn?”

“It feels warm,”

She keeps telling him to trust the process but Eren doesn’t see what’s wrong, her baby hairs look really good and she keeps going back to fix them. He understands what she means when the whole look comes together after she combs all the curls out until they’re waves and she’s so bad. She looks so bad with that wavy pink hair down to her ass.

Y/n gets cute, but not too cute and she’s filling out her ripped jean shorts. She’s not wearing a bra under her pink long sleeve tie front tank top and she pairs it with pink mule sandals and a gold anklet. Eren’s holding her hand when they leave her dorm room. He took her hand in his own hand the moment she opened her door and the dorms are busy. It’s the middle of the day and Y/n starts to get self-conscious. Was her hair looking funny or some? Did she have toilet paper stuck to the bottom of her shoe? What the fuck was there to look at?

Eren’s walking and he looks cold, his face is blank and he’s going about his business. His hand feels warm in her own and he squeezes it a little when he wants her to walk this way or walk that way and she likes the way he gently pulls at her hand to get her to walk up. She feels eyes poking at her back and she’s glancing around as they leave through the busy lobby and Y/n’s not anymore relieved when they get outside cause there are people out there too.

Y/n’s heels are clicking against the pavement as Eren leads her to his car. She swears those girls having a picnic are whispering, that or they’re stuffing their faces behind their hands. Y/n knows exactly what they’re whispering about. Should she feel ashamed? Or something? Y/n gives them a look, she sizes them up real good, and just for some spice, to let them bitches know what time it was, we roll our eyes before turning our head straight and dismissing them.

“You don’t see these muhfuckas grilling us?” It’s Y/n’s first words when Eren gets in the car. Her hand is turned so her thumb is pointing back at the window to outside and Eren’s putting the keys in the ignition when he says, “They’re not gonna spank us, so why do you care?”

He’s making sense, but he wasn’t the one probably walking around with the label of homewrecker tagged to their name.

“I don’t...” Y/n does care but maybe she was imagining things, maybe she evil-eyed those girls for nothing. “Doesn’t the staring bother you, though?”

“People usually stare when you’re attractive,” Eren’s putting the car in reverse, he’s checking his mirrors as he backs up. “I kinda like the attention, let’s me know I still got the sauce.”

“The sauce?” Y/n’s intrigued now and she doesn’t hide it, she’s looking at him like she’s amused and confused at the same time. “Whatcha know about the sauce?”

“I know that I got it,” The corner of Eren’s mouth quirks up when he glances over at her and Y/n feels butterflies in her tummy.

“Okay, okay, you got it.” She admits. She’s being dramatic, putting her hands up as she backs off and Eren laughs at that.

“I bagged you two times,” Eren’s eyes are on the road as he merges. “Of course I got it.”

“Bagged? You’re white, Eren, oh my god,” Y/n’s touching her forehead with the back of her hand now, she’s putting on a show.

“I speak all the languages,” He licks his lips when he glances over at her and Y/n feels her front light up for a second and she’s sizing his fine ass up when she hums a low,

“I bet you do,”

They get breakfast and they make it to Y/n’s nail appointment with time to spare. There are bells on the door that jingle whenever somebody goes in or out. The nail salon is black-owned and they always had Y/n looking right so that was her spot. Her favorite nail tech isn’t done with the current client so Eren and Y/n take a seat on the quilted black chairs in the waiting area and they wait.

It’s cool in the nail salon, much more pleasant than the hot summer sun outside. It’s loud in the nail salon too, people are talking, walking around and there’s this constant whirring of machinery and the smell of monomer in the air. Y/n’s sitting with her legs crossed and she’s leaning back in her seat, with one arm across her tummy as she scrolls on her phone.

Eren’s been sitting up, assessing his surroundings but he eases back in his seat. He’s being nosy and he wants to see what Y/n’s doing. She’s on Pinterest looking through pictures of acrylic nails and she doesn’t even notice Eren until he says, “That one looks pretty,”

Y/n’s all smiles when she glances over at him. “I know right?” She’s hearting it and saving it to her camera roll so she can show the nail technician. “I’m thinking this, but I want them cum colored.”

Eren raises his eyebrows at this and he repeats the part that’s confusing him. “Cum colored?”

Y/n giggles at his expression and she playfully rolls her eyes and shakes her head before she explains. “Like creamy white, but it’s transparent- you’ve never seen cum before?”

“I just never knew it was a color,” Eren glances back at the busy nail salon and they’ve only been here for twenty minutes but it feels like it’s been longer than that.

“Look at this one,” Y/n shows him another picture and he thinks she’s showing him the pink flowers in the nails because she doesn’t seem like the type to like yellow.

She is showing him the flowers, she thinks they’re cute and she hopes the nail tech will have flower charms similar to them. “I think they’d look pretty with the transparent white,”

“I can imagine that,” Eren can’t really imagine it, but he's trying and he thinks the two colors would compliment each other. Eren gets another text, his phone goes off in his pocket and he almost doesn’t wanna check until he thinks it might be Miki or Armin. It’s Historia, again. Eren swipes the notification away and takes a second before he gives Y/n his attention again.

He kisses her cheek and it’s soft and gentle, his lips make a small smooching sound in her ear and Y/n’s not expecting that. Yeah, she’s seen him show public display of affection with Historia, but it was Historia who always initiated it. Eren never initiated it, but he is now, he’s kissing her cheek again. Y/n turns her head and she gives him her lips. The kiss is short, one peck, and Eren’s not satisfied, he pecks her again and Y/n opens her mouth the next time Eren pecks her. He asks so nicely, he grazes his lips over her own, and Y/n’s eyes flutter close when he puts his tongue in her mouth.

It doesn’t last, they’re interrupted by a loud, energetic, “Hey!”

It’s her nail tech, she’s standing before them with a lavender apron on and she has goggles sticking out of her big purple afro. “Ain’t no time for mackin’ girl, look at those broken nails! Come on and let me get you right, Y/n baby,”

Eren lets Y/n go and it’s only because he likes the way her ass sits in those jean shorts. Flesh isn’t supposed to move in denim, but Y/n’s ass was moving and Eren has to sit up to hide his growing boner. His phone dings again and Eren loses sight of Y/n cause the purple-haired nail tech takes her all the way to the back room. He lets out an exasperated breath when he sees it’s Historia again. Eren doesn’t even wanna open the messages and there are thirteen of them. Historia’s been texting him since this morning.

“Girl, you done went and got yourself a lil white boyyy?” Her nail tech is cutting off Y/n’s red claws with some nail pliers and Y/n’s face gets hot, she’s blushing.

“Or whatevaaa,” She��s agreeing with her nail tech and she can’t help it, she has this stupid little grin on her pretty face.

“So are we running up this check or what?” Her nail tech makes quick work of swiping Y/n’s broken red claws off of the table before pouring some acetone into two separate soaking bowls.

Y/n pushes some of her bubblegum pink strands over her shoulder before she puts her hands in the soaking bowls. “Yeah, but not past two hundred. I kinda like him.”

It’s been two hours and Eren comes back from waiting in his car for the third time when Y/n’s done. She comes back to the front of the nail salon with her nail tech and they’re all smiles and giggles and Y/n’s admiring her nails and pointing to the accessories on her nails that she really likes.

Eren still manspreading but he’s sitting up now, he’s so happy to see Y/n and she looks even prettier than the last time he saw her. The nail tech stops a few feet away as Y/n comes up to Eren and he takes her by the waist, pulling her between his legs. Y/n just wants to show him her nails but Eren’s missed her, he’s nuzzling his face into her tummy and wrapping his arms around her waist.

“You took so long,” Eren’s words are muffled in her tummy fat and his hands slide down to her ass as he looks up at her. “I was going to die, Y/n.”

“Then why haven’t you died yet?” Y/n’s hands are on his shoulders and she swears she feels people staring.

“Cause I wanna do this,” Eren kisses her tummy and Y/n gets hot between her legs when he squeezes her ass.

Y/n’s nail tech clears her throat and she acts like she’s checking something on her magenta-banded apple watch when Eren and Y/n pause to look at her. Eren lets go of her waist and he stands up, reaching for Y/n’s hand. She gives it to him and her nails are shiny with pineapple cuticle oil and topcoat. They’re not claws anymore, they’re a tapered square shape and they’re still long and Eren likes it. He likes the cum color and he likes the way the tiny pink sakura and sunflowers mingle with the gold flakes and there are pink crystals on her ring finger.

“How much is it?”

“Two hundred and fifteen,” Y/n likes the way he’s already pulling out his wallet. “And you gotta tip her, baby.”

Y/n’s nail tech got her right, so y/n returned the favor and Eren gives the nail tech an eighty-five dollar tip, plus the check. Y/n says her goodbyes and Eren holds the door for her when they leave. Y/n’s ass was moving in her denim and the door isn’t even shut behind them, the little bells haven’t even begun to jingle and Eren’s already grabbing her ass.

It’s hot outside and there’s a gentle breeze blowing that moves Y/n’s hair from over her ass and Eren’s feeling on her ass now. Y/n’s so wrapped up in how pretty her nails are she doesn’t hear Eren’s phone ding. Eren tries to stay in the moment, he tries to act like his phone didn’t ding either. It dings again and he’s got one hand on Y/n’s waist as he pulls his phone outta his pocket.

“Y/n, I gotta go,” Eren’s pulling away from her and Y/n’s confused. She’s turning around to see Eren texting and his thumbs are moving, they’re going the speed of light and Y/n’s frowning.

“Why?” She’s not happy and she wants him to stay. Y/n wants him to stay so she wraps her arms around his waist and she falls into his chest and Eren stops texting for a second, he wraps an arm around her shoulder but he’s still looking at his phone. “Don’t go,” Y/n’s nuzzling her face into his white t-shirt.

“It’s Miki,” Eren kisses Y/n’s pink crown and she’s toying with his golden key necklace, she’s pouting up at him. “Baby, I gotta go.”

It’s Miki. Miki’s his sister and Y/n understands. She pulls away and Eren’s still texting when he asks her. “How are you getting home?” He doesn’t let her answer that, he cuts Y/n off. “I’ll call you an uber, I’ll share the ride.”

“Okay, what’s going on?” Y/n doesn’t want him to leave, she doesn’t want him to go but he’s going to Mikasa. He’s going to his sister. He’s not going to Historia, he’s going to Miki and it’s the only reason Y/n’s not crying right now.

“I’ll tell you later,” Eren takes her hand and he pulls her in for a quick kiss, and Historia texts him again. Y/n’s pretty brown eyes flutter close when they connect and it’s longer than she expected it to be. Eren’s smooching his lips against her own, he’s gently squeezing her hand and Y/n has hearts behind her low fluffy lashes when it’s over.

Eren’s viridian eyes are searching her own and she’s searching right back and they can’t help it, they kiss again. It’s hot, open-mouthed and Eren has to leave, he really has to leave but he cherishes Y/n, he doesn’t wanna leave her. Eren has his hand on the side of her face and his thumb is running over the corner of her mouth. The wind in her pink hair makes the moment seem all the more precious. He has sparkly lipgloss on his lips when he asks her,

“Match, baby?”

Y/n has her fingers wrapped up in the edge of his t-shirt and match means a lot of things, it means a potential future with Eren. It means seeing him again, It means loving him again and Y/n looks so pretty nodding up at him like that. She’s stretching the bottom of his t-shirt out as she says,

“Fasho baby, Match.”

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THE EPITOME

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+3. The Dysfunction

Once he got back to my place, we didn't even say much to each other. I pulled him inside, we went to my room, and then we spent the rest of the night laughing at old episodes of Great Taste. There was really no need for more words, I just wanted to be in his arms. We even fell asleep with me still in them. His company had brought me peace in my waking hours, but it seemed that something had done the opposite for my slumber. I could only remember some of one dream, and it was a borderline nightmare. I had never been one to just brush off my dreams. To me, they all meant something. 

When I woke up, I rolled over to see if he was awake and he was staring pensively at the ceiling.

“Morning, babe,” he said, after turning his attention to me.

“Hey.”

“You sleep ok? You tossed and turned almost all night.”

“I didn’t. My dreams were weird.”

“You eat something crazy before I got here?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Well, what you dream about?”

“Honestly… it was that you were on a date with some girl who wasn't me.” 

“What?”

The expression that suddenly appeared on his face didn’t put me at ease. He looked deeply confused. Like I had been speaking in another language or something. I mean, it wasn't that hard of a concept to grasp. 

“So, are you seeing somebody else?”

“Never. I love you.” 

I turned and backed away from his advances as he attempted to change the subject with a kiss, his signature move. “Mm mm.” With a shake of my head, I put my hand out toward him. I was so used to it by now that I could prepare my rejection early.  

“What now?”

“Eli, you know how I feel about my dreams. My ancestors might be trying to tell me something.” 

He just looked at me, mouth slightly agape. He couldn't still be confused, because this was not new information for him. “…I swear, it’s always something with you. Be for real, Ju.”

“And you know I'm not playing.”

“What do you not understand about the words ‘I love you’?”

“I underst—”  

“They mean that I don’t wanna be with anybody else,” he damn near scolded, blatantly interrupting me, “that I’m happy being with just you, and that I would not cheat on you.”

“Ok, Elijah. Ok.” I threw my hands up in surrender. I didn't have time for this. “I was just asking.” I lifted the covers, turning to my back and away from him.

“Ok, then. Are you cheating on me?” 

My face whipped in his direction. The nerve of this man. “…You serious?”

“I am.”

“See, now you just being petty.”

“Nah. Answer the question.”

“You know what? What time is it?” I picked up my phone to see for myself. “You can leave. My tutor is coming in like thirty minutes anyway.”

“Answer the question, July!”

“First of all, don't be yelling at me, because you know I don't take too kindly to that shit. And, since you so mad, go on and head back to your spot. You don't have to be here.”

“Keep on putting me out and I’ma stop comin’ up in here!”

“Do what you gotta do then.” I slid to the foot of the bed, ready to start my day and ready for him to go home.

“Stop fucking frontin’!”

That was the one that got me. “Frontin’?! For who, for what, why?!” 

And, all of sudden, he wanted to check his tone. “If I really stopped coming around your ass, you would be in your feelings. Don't play with me.”

“Baby, don't flatter yourself. I been told you, I ain't ever tryna keep nobody who ain't tryna be kept. You free to do whatever the fuck you wanna do.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Yeah, whatever. Try me.”

“You know what, July? Fuck you.”

“Nigga, fuck you. And get out while you at it.” 

He went around me and I stepped closer to him, pointing toward the door, reminding him which way he needed to go in case he had forgotten. I watched his jaw tense as he looked over at the wall. He closed his eyes and drew in a long breath. I just rolled my eyes, done ignoring my bladder for the sake of this stupid conversation. I had started to walk away when he grabbed me and pushed me into the wall. I screamed, mostly out of shock, but I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt.

“Stop fucking talking to me like that!”

“Oh, I know you don’ lost your mind!” I tried to force myself out of his grasp, but he had to have found some untapped strength because I barely left the wall. I tried again with the same result. After the third attempt, I started to panic. My back made contact with the barrier and I stared into his wild eyes, chest heaving. I had never seen him so angry. “Elijah… let me go.” 

He just squeezed my arms harder. “Talk all that shit now, you bad!”

“Eli, owww!” The pain was so much worse and it was starting to show on my face. “Let me…” 

“Huh?” he asked, bringing his ear up to my tensed mouth. “What was that?” 

I didn’t say anything else. In all the time I’d known him, he had never scared me; until today. 

“You need to learn how to calm the fuck down. You see what that mouth makes me do to you?” 

That question broke something in me. How was his lack of self-control my fault? I started to cry. I did not like this. I had sworn that if any nigga ever got buck with me, I’d try to beat his ass. Even though I never actually thought that type of situation would ever arise for me. But, now that it was happening, I couldn’t move. I couldn't even think straight.

“July…” His face softened and he released my arms, but it didn't stop my tears. I felt so stupid. “Baby, I’m-I’m sorry,” he said, wrapping me in a hug.

“No! Get off me!”

“I'm sorry. Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

“Let me GO, ELIJAH!” I demanded, digging my nails into his bare back. 

“Aaaah!”

He went for my hands and it gave me just enough room to gain use of my reach. I immediately began blindly swinging my fists through the air and trying my best to knock his ass out.

“July!” 

Other than a couple of grazes, he somehow managed to dodge all of my attempts. Not only that, he had gotten his hands around each of my wrists. I’d been grossly underestimating this man’s strength. He threw his arms around me, but I pulled mine out of his way before I could be fully subdued again. 

“Get off me!” I had pushed him so many times that I’d lost count, but then it dawned on me that the lower half of my body was also capable. Without a second thought, I kneed him right in the dick. He cowered as the ugliest noise came out of him, finally granting me my personal space. We were right next to the bathroom, so I went in and locked the door. I did it hard, too, making sure he could hear the latch. 

I stayed there for a while hoping he would continue with the odd behavior and take his ass back home. But I knew he wouldn’t. He would stand out there all day waiting for the chance to try and clean up his mess. 

Sure enough, he was still in the same spot, looking stupid, when I came out. And I stepped right past him. I heard him call my name as I left the room, but I ignored him. He tried again and was met with the same response. I’d never intended on answering him. Then I felt him grab my arm. My entire body froze. I wasn't even breathing as his stride ended in front of me. He instantly closed in on the space between us without any of my assistance. I followed him closely with my eyes, expecting the worst, almost dreading his next move. His hands crept to the small of my back as he inched closer to my face. I couldn't believe he was doing this again. 

“Elijah, no.” I jerked away, pushing my hand firmly against his chest. “You can’t just make this all better with a kiss.” Surprisingly, his embrace fell away and I continued past him. “I can’t fucking believe you.”  

“I know. I’m sorry,” he said, still trailing me. “I don’t know what the hell came over me.” 

I stopped in the living room, but I didn’t want to look at him. “And who’s to say it won’t just ‘come over’ you again?!” 

“It won’t, I swear! That was the first and the last time. I promise you, baby.” 

I shook my head at that weak ass reply. “…I can’t handle this shit.”

He came up and wrapped me in his arms, his solid body pressed against the softness of my back. “I love you, ok? I won't let it happen again. I promise, Ju. On everything!” 

I pushed his hands down and away from me. “I want you to leave. Like, I need you to.”

“Baby.”

“Eli, I’m serious.”

New tears rolled from my eyes and I made the probably silly decision to turn and show him. I couldn't even believe I was crying at all, let alone for a second time. I was upset with myself for it, and also for the part of me that wanted to welcome his embrace and give him his way. 

“Can I come back later?” he asked, just above a whisper.

“I don't think so.” 

He reached up and used his thumb to wipe away some of my tears. “…I’m sorry.” 

“Elijah…” I dropped my head after he had repeated those words for the umpteenth time, sighing frustratedly. Only for him to lift my chin and steal a peck from my lips.

“I love you, Ju.” 

I opened my mouth to respond, but I heard the front door open first. I hurried to rid my face of the remaining tears before Rocky could see. My friend was very much off the chain and would fight Eli’s ass. I peeked over his shoulder and she was walking in with Erik in tow, towering over her five-foot-nothing frame. Damn, I had forgotten all about him.

“Ju Ju, Erik is here,” she said, and I looked up at him and smiled. But, of course, there wasn’t one returned.

“Hey, Erik.”

“Hey.”

“Baby, this is Erik. He’s gonna be tutoring me in Pre-Calc.” I prayed to God that Eli wouldn’t say anything crazy. He could be kinda mean to people sometimes.

“Oh, ok. What’s up, man? I’m Elijah, the boyfriend.” 

“Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah. Same here.”

“Ok, babe. Bye.” I placed my hands on Eli’s back and started to walk, forcing his ass toward the door. “We gotta get to work.”

“Aight. I should probably be studying something myself.”

“Yep.” 

He left my preferred path and turned to face me. “Aight, I’m gone. I’ma call you later, though.” 

I just nodded, so over our whole interaction. Then he said the rest of his goodbyes and left. Finally. After he shut the door, I turned back to Rocky and Erik with another crafted smile. “Alright.”

“What’s with yall?” Rocky asked with a slightly furrowed brow, gesturing toward me and where Eli had just stood.

“Oh, nothing.”

“Mhm. We’ll talk later.” She walked past me and I could feel the shame tingling through my core. I was so sure that the mess had been under wraps.   

“…Ok, Rocky.” But I just let it go. I didn't wanna go into it with Erik standing right there, anyway. I was already embarrassed enough. 

“Yep. Well, y’all have fun. I’ma holla at y'all later.” She was headed for the door and it hit me that she was wearing a cute ass dress and sandals that I hadn't seen her in before.

“Um, you look bomb. Where you goin’? I thought we were hanging out today.”

“Thanks, boo. And, nope, you had your chance,” she said, keeping her eyes and her tread forward. “Now I’m off to handle some grown folks business.” 

I cackled. “Aight, mama. Be safe.”

“You know it.”

I turned back to Erik, laughter lingering, ready to get started. “Ok. Now we got the place to ourselves.”  

“Ok.” 

He followed me to the couch, but, before we could sit, the mirror gave me a humiliating reminder that I had failed to properly start my day. I was still in my pajamas. I hadn't even washed my face yet. On top of that, there wasn't one school supply in sight. “Oh my god.” Since I couldn't hide, I opted to close my own eyes.

“What?”

“I’m so sorry. Would you mind if I went and washed up?” I asked him, filled with remorse, but still bracing for a possible denial. 

“No, I don't mind.”

Thankful, I breathed a sigh of relief. “It’ll only be like five minutes. I am so sorry. I totally lost track of time.”

“It’s ok.”

“Ok, here’s the remote.” I gave it to him and he glanced down at it in his hand. “There’s some juice and stuff in the refrigerator if you want any. Plastic cups are in the pantry. And the snacks on the top three shelves are mine; get whatever you want. I’ll be right back.”

Not even ten minutes in and she was already proving me right, exceedingly so. I’d never had to wait for someone before. I didn’t even have to be here. I mean, she knew I was coming at two. I could specifically remember asking her if that was ok. And I could also remember her saying that it was perfect. But, at the purported ‘perfect’ time, she was standing in her living room kissing her boyfriend instead of being prepared to correct her faults. The ones I could help with anyway. I should've gone with my first mind to reserve a study room in the library and have her come to me. The one time I deviate from the model and it backfires. Lesson learned. 

Her boyfriend was probably the reason she couldn't uphold her grades. He didn't look like the brightest crayon in the box. Academics aside, however, they seemed to fit well together. One meeting was all it had taken for me to see that his priorities were just as skewed as hers. 

What I didn't expect was the familiarity that accompanied the absolute denseness in that mug of his. I’d certainly seen him somewhere outside of campus, but I couldn't quite place him. And he was such an easy read that I knew he’d recognized me, too. For a second he appeared to be afraid, and I wasn't the least bit frightening. It was confusing. Even more, it made me wish I could remember where I’d seen him. But things never evaded my mind for too long so I was sure it would come to me eventually. At the present moment, nothing could supersede my hopes for this girl to hurry up.

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bakugo hcs

one thing i’m certain of is bakugo loves to cook for you, and he doesn’t see it as a big deal or that he’s treating you well he just wants to, he likes seeing you eat well. if you can cook well, y’all will have contests about who’s meal was the best, you guys can never decide who wins, but bakugo always says it’s him.

“no i definitely won this time katsuki!” you simply stated, folding your arms across your chest with a smirk.

the blonde scowled at you, stomping angrily toward you and getting all up in your face.

you simply smirked down at him, raising an eyebrow. you were taunting him.

“you think that shitty meal of yours can beat mine? huh?” he said poking at your chest, his red eyes looking up at you with a fire.

“obviously, we all know who the better chef is here my love,” you sang, bending down slightly to kiss his forehead. katsuki blushed slightly at the pet name and kiss and pushed you away, stomping away and grumbling something about you being “a damn idiot” and “mine is way better, i’ll ask shitty hair to decide next time”

the first time you guys held hand he got embarrassed. bakugo is shy cause his hands are always sweaty, and he thought you would cringe away from him, but when you didn’t he could feel his heart swell in his chest.

you two were coming back from your third date together and were walking back to the dorms in silence. you purposefully didn’t wear gloves just so you could have an excuse to hold his hand. when you looked down you noticed katsuki wasn’t wearing any either.

“hey why aren’t you wearing gloves?” you said looking at the side profile of his face. his pretty pretty face, that you just wanted to grab and-

“‘m not cold. my hands don’t get cold easily,” he replied, eyes not even turning to face you but straightforward.

you pouted slightly at the lack of attention, and turned away from him.

‘no!’ you thought to yourself, ‘i will not coward out this time.’

you sucked in a cool breath of air and quickly reached for his hand, interlacing your fingers together. in panic you screwed your eyes shut.

by now, he had stopped walking, causing you to come to a halt too. you opened one eye to look at him, only to realise he wasn’t looking at you, but instead looking at the place where you fingers so beautifully connected.

you let out the puff of air you were holding in relief. he wasn’t letting go.

“you idiot, your hands are freezing,” he grumbled. his blood was rushing in his ears and he knew he was red in the face, the neck, but he wanted to act tough. he had an image to keep up.

you could feel the heat in your face too as you looked away from him shyly.

“sorry.”

idk but i feel like he’s really good at cornrowing, but if you’re tender headed, good luck LMAO

“CAN YOU FUCKING SIT STILL”

“NIGGA YOU’RE HURTING ME”

here you were, wanting a romantic bonding with your boyfriend, where he cornrows your hair cause he said he knew how to do it. but it feels like he’s going to rip your hair out.

after you kept squirming and whining, bakugo decided to wrap his thighs around your body, keeping you in a firm hold where you could no longer move.

you weren’t even going to lie, it was kinda hot. your body heat was going up a bit tbh, but anyways

“katsuki be more gentle :(“

“shut up”

“katsukiiiii :((“

when he was finally done, your head wasn’t aching, despite the process hurting the cornrows weren’t tight but they were neat and the sections clean.

bakugo looked down at where you sat between his legs smugly, while you were still staring at the hand mirror in shock.

he does your cornrows from now on.

his favourite pet name for you is babe, or sweetheart. in front of others he calls you babe, sweetheart is private. he also calls you idiot, dumbass, nerd, the whole shabang

“babe come here,” bakugo yelled at you from across the common room.

“coming!”

“BABE???” denki screamed.

“bakugo i didn’t know you were so affectionate~” sero teased

“that’s so cute !” mina squealed while kiri just cackled in the background.

he was embarrassed, but he didn’t stop calling you babe.

he likes smelling your hair. after you put in hair products, run. he wouldn’t even give them time to set, he’s immediately jumping on your back to dig his nose into your hair and take a big whiff.

you were trying to escape him this time, you just wanted to oil your scalp in peace using the really nice smelling one from “African Pride”

but it was like that nigga had a sensor. all of a sudden he barged into your room, determination alight in his eyes.

he spent the next 10 minutes chasing you just to smell your hair, ignoring your whines.

[facilitysharoria]

Drunk, Gojo, night time routine with his gf (bfr?)

𝘈𝘕: 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦~ 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘫𝘫𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘯~✔️

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“My G-girlfrined going to kill once she finds out your KIDNAPPING ME!!”

“For the last time, I am your girlfriend, I’m not kidnapping, you live here, THIS IS YOUR HOUSE”

He’s not a light drinker at all, the fact that he got drunk out it was concerning.

Putting the key into the hole unlocking the house carrying your drunk boyfriend into the house, it was a celebration night and he insisted that you guys would go out, you didn’t want to argue because you’ve been streets the whole week so a night out didn’t sound so bad.

Sitting him down on the couch rubbing your head not knowing what to do, this never happen before it wasn’t an everyday thing

“Are you sure your dead knocked out drunk or is this one of your trick games”

“I’m not drunk~ and my girlfriend is going to kill you once she finds out a pretty lady kidnapped me”

You through your hands up in the air having enough of this nonsense walking away

“Pretty lady~ come back!!! The earth is closing down on me it’s trying to crush me!!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his drunk state right now he ask the same even when he’s sober. A Fool

You helped him walk upstairs to your shared bedroom, to your disbelief he just jumped on the bed and you was for not about to sleep on a smell of alcohol

“Nuh you is not about to make my side of the bed smell like alcohol you bathe and then sleep”

“For a pretty lady you sure are mean”

You dragged him Into the the bathroom running the bath water rubbing you head

‘This is to much’

“Take off your clothes and get in the tub and I’ll find you something”

You walked out looking in the closest trying to find something for your dunk boyfriend to wear

You didn’t know if he was genuinely drunk or was this another one of his pranks, you grade his clothes and walk back into the bathroom and you see a little unexpected

“What in the hell…”

You couldn’t help but bust out laughing sure this wasn’t the first time he has done it even sober but it was just so in expected

“What is this thing it looks like it’s for a baby…. DO YOU HAVE KIDS!!”

“Most certainly not, that my love is a bonnet it goes on my head, we will see to it after you wash”‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿

“So it goes on your head because you don’t want you hair to mess up”

“What’s exactly what I said gojo for the last ten times yes”

After washing up you decided it would be best to just order food instead of cooking and just relax, you didn’t want noting to happen or to mess up out of order

“Okay so what about this what is this for”

Answering his questions was like playing 21 questions but it’s been more than 21, he was just so curious when he’s out of it that you guys ended up doing face mask

“That’s a durag, it’s the name purpose of a bonnet”

“But why would you need two of each THIS IS CONFUSING”

“Your making it confusing, it’ll all make sense tomorrow I promise”

“To bad I won’t be here tomorrow pretty lady I got to get home to my girlfriend”

‘This nigga-’

You didn’t even have the energy to make an argument you just agreed with everything he said up to the point that he was tiring hisself out from all that talking that he has been doing for the past hours . Laying on your lap while you run your fingers through his white hair humming.

“And you always say I talk to much hm?”

He didn’t say a word just hums, you could tell he was exhausted and you where to it was one hell of a night and you where reading to get it over, he was dead knocked out until one final statement

“ Goodnight Y/N”

‘Y/N? I never told him my name this whole time what happen to-’

'This nigga’

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𝘈𝘕/ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘯 😭

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 🤭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘛𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

[sonianvmd]

thh characters with a crush on you

warnings: none, maybe some swearing but otherwise nothing major

oH and mentions of murder and death but this is danganronpa so im going to assume u expected as much

a/n: so we kickin this blog off with a bang, writing for LITERALLY THE ENTIRE TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC CAST LMFAOAOAOAO (excluding hifumi, yasuhiro, and the two despairs doe bc i’ve already made that clear)

also some character’s sections are shorter than others im sorry i just couldnt think of as many bullet points for them *tiktok cry emoji*

edit: I FORGOT CELSESTE FU K SORRY

spoilers under the cut!!

★ 彡 ★ ミ ★ 彡 ★ ミ ★

makoto naegi

when he realizes he likes you, he doesn’t necessarily panic or anything, but he does get nervous

nervous around you, that is

y’all saw how he was with sayaka

if he says anything that might sound intimate then he’ll immediately rephrase it or reassure he didn’t mean anything by it

he really only does have good intentions but his wording just kinda flops sometimes

he appreciates how you listen to him and value what he says

you don't make him feel dumb or inferior compared to a bunch of ultimates with actual talents

he’ll muster up the courage to tell you eventually

let’s hope his luck comes through 😁

byakuya togami

now when THIS man realizes he likes you, he a bitch nigga bout it 😐

he can't believe he fell for a common plebeian such as you

but it was hard not to

the way you preferred to get to the point

the way you were aware of your situation and didn't sugarcoat how you felt about it, although you certainly were nicer with it than him

he's ruthless

anyways

you knew your priorities and spent no time trying to use your resources

he noticed how much you had in common; in you, he saw himself

and we all know how this mf feels about himself 😐

he’ll be quick to defend you in class trials

he won’t realize he’s doing it but he just subconsciously protects you

but just because he doesn't notice it, don't mean the rest of the class brushes past it as well

yeah they on his ass LMFAOO

kyoko kirigiri

kyoko is very good at keeping her composure so she won’t be very obvious

she’ll probably just hang around you more

she’ll also defend you in class trials, calmly

“oh, it couldn’t have been [name]. i remember seeing them in their dorm around the time the murder took place.”

hifumi probably finna say some dumb shit like “aye what was you doin in their dorm doe” but anyways

she finds you respectable

if you have anything to contribute, she’ll let you take the floor

when she tells you, she’s very composed, but also very indirect LMFAO

she’s not too sure on how to express her interest in you but maybe she’ll go about it like “well, [name], now we’ve made it here, would you like to step back into the world with me?” or somethin else along those lines idk

take her hand

pls

toko fukawa

y’all know her whole “master togami” shtick

yeah so 😁😁😁😁

no but fr, toko ofc still has her borderline stalkerish 🧍🏾‍♀️ tendencies

she’ll often find herself staring at you, either in the library or in the morning meetings everyday at breakfast

but she isn’t as straight forward as she is with byakuya

i actually think she’d be mad shy and non confrontational

the whole thing she kept up with him ? yeah, never again

if you approach her first then she’ll be able to get a few words out but for most of the conversation, she’ll just nervously play with her braids

you’ll most likely put two and two together

unless ur a makoto kinnie bc then you’ll have to wait till someone else puts it in place for u but anyways

if you decide to approach her about it, you’ll kinda be backing her into a corner bc she’s just bad at deflecting things lmao

she’ll eventually confess (begrudgingly but hey i mean its better than nothing)

expect much stuttering and a gesture like giving you a small gift

and not to be that writer that uses japanese terms in english writing but toko seems like a tsundere but not really if that makes sense?? so she’d probably shove it in your hands and if you try to say something then she’ll just try to play it off as not a big deal lol

calls u a baka 😍😍

aoi asahina

i know y’all all see how she is with sakura

yeah.

aoi is the kind of person who’d like to spend time with their crush rather than shy away from them

she values you and your friendship very much

bring her donuts

just trust me bring her donuts

she doesn’t really realize she’s into you like that for a while but believe me, she is, the whole time

and yeah i think she’d be nervous to tell you bc that’s just natural but ultimately she’d be cool about it

uh oh looks like we goin for a swim

sakura ogami

similar to kyoko, she’s very calm

despite her big and bad appearance, she really is a sweet girl

she cares for you and your well-being very much

will indeed go on x games mode for you

the way she tells you is very sincere and well spoken

kith her

naow

im sorry this is like the shortest one i couldn’t think of much for her 😔😔

leon kuwata

flirtatious ass mf

and he’s lightskin

so this just cannot go well

y’all know that bit where it’s like the guy yawns and stretches his arms up and then wraps one around your shoulder

yeah that’s literally him LMFAOO

he’s very confident

he was fairly well known with the ladies at his old school so you know he’s rhockin wit it ‼️

but

you feel.. different than usual ??

those girls were just lil flings n dates bc he was nice enough to accept their confessions and it boosted his ego anyway so it was a win win

but you

he was genuinely interested in you since he had saw you the first time

he didn’t just acknowledge your appearance

he learnt about your personality and your hobbies and what you liked and such, and he really cared and wanted to hear you talk about it all

he felt the need to really make an effort to show you how much he respected and had affections for you

he doesn't tell you in a grand way

probably just asks you out to a movie or somethin

he's chillin

mondo owada

you know

for being the biggest, baddest, most respected biker gang leader

or just for being in a biker gang period

mondo’s a huge softie lol

yeah he gets violent but he’s a sweet guy who cares about and is loyal to his friends

so mfs need to be nice to you

or they gettin whooped

when he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels, he thinks over his words and he’s all confident there’s no way you’d reject him but then he sees you in the halls and goes 🧍🏾 LMFAOOO

he’ll push through but it’s like he’ll walk up to you and look away from you because he refuses eye contact and just go

“so y/n, would you wanna.. tch.. come to a drive-in movie with me or somethin’?... dumbass.”

real smooth mondo i think you got em good job

please tease him LMFAOO it’d be so funny

he’d probably yell but you can tell he’s not mad so you just keep going with it

but once you’re done tormenting him, you do agree to the movie, don’t worry 🙏🏾

also mondo would call his s/o doll

that is all

chihiro fujisaki

my fav dude in a dress <3

chihiro would be quite shy, but that’s just how he is tbh so no surprise there

he’s very kind so he’d check up on you often just to see how you are

he cares about you v much

the way he confesses is one that consists of a red face as he offers you a box of candy or something similar

and he’d feel honored that you reciprocate his feelings

he’d be very scared to tell you his secret but once he does, he’s delighted to hear it doesn’t make any difference to you

he doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you

not only because woooo they like me back but also because you like him despite,, well everything about him LMFAOO

sweet lil boy

i’d feel like he’d talk about you to alter ego a lot

and when u meet the program for the first time, he’s like “oh! you must be [name]! master’s told me all about you :)”

sobbing i miss him

kiyotaka ishimaru

okay here’s the thing

if taka were to like someone

i can’t tell whether he’d be more strict because he doesn’t want them to get in trouble (and also so it would hopefully divert any suspicion that he DOES like you since he treats you the same as everyone else, only more)

or if he’d hold back more because he favors them LMFAOO

so imma write a lil bit for both

in the case that he was even stricter:

he’d prefer to be around you because he believes the best way he can make sure you stay out of trouble is to make sure you don’t get into any in the first place

of course it’s impossible to monitor you every second of every day but he does his best to make sure you’re doing well

if he sees you do anything out of line, he’s shutting that shit down IMMEDIATELY

but in the case he let up:

he’d still lecture you but noticeably less than the other students

if your feet were resting on top of a desk, he’d ask you to move them and then leave you alone rather than yell at you and forcibly move them himself

if you notice his behavior towards you in comparison to the other students do not tease him about it he will go as red as his eyes /hj

either way he’s confessing to you with a polite but exaggerated bow while holding out a well thought out letter with both hands

sayaka maizono

she will tell you

idk why but i feel like she’d be straight up lol

she’d make sure she’s sincere

she is the ultimate pop idol and all so she wants to make sure you know that she really does like you and isn’t playing a sick joke on you or anything

ok bc

while i do think she’d tell you

i’d feel like she’d be a little indirect just to see how you feel

like she’d give you a free ticket to one of her upcoming concerts with a kind smile

and naturally, you're like :o

and of course you come to support her

and seeing you smile at her from the crowd and cheer her on was the encouragement she needed to push her to ask you out

for real this time

she asks if you wanna come to a concert with her and ur like “oh yeah i love ur shows!!” bc ur dumb and then she’s like “no i mean.. for another artist” and eventually it hits you that she’s asking you out and ur like “oH YEAH YEAH SURE THAT SOUNDS GREAT YEAH OK” LMFAOO

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i really hope that this is good LMFAOO this is my first time writing for dr so 😃👍🏾

fun fact i finished toko’s section first and taka’s last 😁😁

and i’d like to thank @mius-imagination @bloodygir n the rest of the discord for helping me figure some of these characters out *simultaneously whips and nae naes*

bye ive been working on this for like weeks this took forever

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edit: here’s a deleted section bc i kept blanking for this character 😍

[seokjinsonlyone]

[open discussion]

it is i the queen of fostering delusions back again to make y’all get a lil crazy 🤪🤙

so imagine like bts aren’t idols right and one of them accidentally got you pregnant…. who would it be? like who would you want to be your baby daddy? what do you think coparenting would be like? would you end up with them or is it like take your 18 years and dip?

and to make things even more interesting who WOULDNT you want to be your baby daddy and why 👀

as always i’ll put on my clown suit first 🤡🎪

so obviously my first pick is my bias my sweetheart my cutie pie seokjin like i don’t think we would end up together 😓 but as far as coparenting goes i think that would be as close to ideal as it would get. like i think he’d be very involved in the entire process from the beginning like doctors appointments checking in on me making sure i had everything i wanted/needed i just think he’d be super supportive; we might even live together for a bit after the baby born for the sake of stability and the fact that he wants to be around for everything and i’m not letting my newborn out of my sight 😃 ; i think we’d have good communication and parenting styles and it’d just be really easy and natural with him; and later on down the line if he or we had our own separate families i think we’d be very amicable and our child would rarely feel torn or like they didn’t belong <333

second pick is park jimin like i think he’d wanna be just as involved in the beginning but very clueless a little frantic and it would take some time for him to really get himself together but when the baby got here he’d be a natural like fatherhood would suit him so well like i’m getting a very distinct image of him carrying the child in nothing but his briefs that doesn’t have anything to do with anything but i thought i’d plant the image anyway; we wouldn’t live together or anything but he’d be over all the time probably crash on the couch every now and again while the baby is a baby; when the kid is a little older i have this image of him dropping them off and being all like “make sure you be good and listen to your mother, okay? i love you” and then when he done saying goodbye to the kid he gives me a kiss on the cheek too and that happens every time he’s either dropping off or picking them up ☺️; like i just think there would be so much mutual love and respect for each other that it would never work out with anyone else like if we tried dating other people we would always end up strongly disliking the other’s partner and that would always be a source of tension but at the same time when it came to our partners they would never be able to say anything about about us like i can just imagine jimin with a gf or whatever and she coming slick out her mouth about me tryna be on his side after we had it out and he would be like “🤨 watch your mouth that’s the mother of my child” ☺️☺️☺️; all this to say that we’d probably end up together like it would take a good few years like the child would be conscious of the circumstances but we would make it work and end up getting married and then probably having like 1 or 2 more kids tbh

NOW ON THE FLIP SIDE so sorry to this man but i would not want tae to be my baby daddy like REMEMBER we talking about a non idol tae and i just feel it in my soul that non idol tae would be what i like to call (and i’m black so i can say this don’t try to come for me 🤚) a nigga with a dream and one thing bout a nigga with a dream is they gon chase it no matter what now there’s nothing wrong with having a dream or a goal you want to reach but this specific subset of people with dreams are unrealistic about their current situation and the goal they want to achieve and how they plan to get there like i can see him quitting jobs bc he decide he don’t like it no more and jumping from place to place it’s supposed to be his weekend with the baby and i got things to do and he never show up bc he slept all day bc he stayed up all night drafting up some sort of business proposal that’s never gonna see the light of day i’m banging his line and he not picking up then his mom show up to come get the child later that night apologizing like it would stress me out; i think he’d be great with the child tho like the baby would think he hung the moon would absolutely love they daddy but that man would pluck every nerve i got and it’s a shame bc he is so fine smh

honorable mention also to yoongi like i’m so on the fence about this man bc we are the same person but with different belief systems and that makes for a very toxic situation tbh 💀 like we would do petty stuff to piss each other off like he’d drop the baby off with a daddy’s little boy/girl onesie on just to irk me and bc we would probably have different parenting styles we would end up undermining each other even if it won’t always on purpose which would lead to hushed arguments whenever we had to interact; i think we’d be able to come together for the big stuff but on the daily i can feel my blood pressure rising already; still we’d always make sure our child respected each other as parents and we’d both be respectively good at our roles; now this is obviously not the most ideal situation but the tension between us would be giving enemies to lovers and like i’ve been romanticising toxicity lately and so it’s kinda 🥵

now i’ve rambled for way too long i pass the torch to you 🫡

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 39″

Need to catch up? Baybee, a lot has been going on! Masterlist HERE.

"Done been through it all, man Blood, sweat and tears, niggas is dead and shit What the fuck else can happen, yo? I don't think much more, son, word to mother, yo We done seen it all, and been through it all, yo Let y'all niggas know right now Word to mother, for real, for real That shit is the truth, I'm not lyin'

I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines I'm the quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme P, yeah, you heard of him, but I ain't concerned with them Nigga, I pop more guns than you holdin' them Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men Unload ten in broad daylight, get right…"

Mobb Deep – "Quiet Storm"

Erik had only a couple of hours left before he had to pick up his children. He piddled around his office sipping tea and organizing all of his communication systems, and his computers, He also learned how to properly use his table replication of Wakanda. What he thought was simply a detailed sculpture was actually a piece of high tech that allowed him to use the holograph above it to shift the geography below, changing what he saw. The sculpture was made of a substance that felt like fine-grained sand that melted into various shapes and constructions that he could think of. He spent a good hour playing with it, using the holo computer above it to show him what Wakanda looked like in ancient times. He watched with fascinated wonder how the country transformed itself from a small agricultural mix of farmers, herders, and fishermen with sporadic nomadic traveling to the outskirts of their borders into a powerful dynastic kingdom.

The biggest growth came under the leadership of Queen Shuriyah and Erik became enamored with his ancestor. He loaded up e-books from the royal library onto his portable comm tab to study in-depth his grandmother's reign. There were some recently translated diaries that he wanted to read that was written by a woman servant that worked in the palace for Shuriyah. He wanted to know how his greatest grandmother juggled two husbands and twelve children in one household. How did she balance having two partners and sharing children with them both? If it worked for her and other people in Wakanda, why couldn't he create a new, workable family dynamic?

His kimoyo lit up, a reminder to pick up his kids soon. He looked around the office and stroked his finger on his new favorite toy. Tapping the intercom on his desk, Erik had an idea.

"Tlotliso, can you order up four fat cakes, some fruit, blue juice, and butter cookies from the palace kitchen? I'm bringing my kids here at two," Erik said.

"Yes, Prince N'Jadaka," she said.

Erik spent fifteen minutes watching local news reports. There was a constant reminder that the king would make a special press conference announcement later that evening. He left his inner office.

"I'm going down to see Elder Efetobo," Erik said.

Tlotliso and Mpilo sat huddled together around her desk, creating a spreadsheet schedule for Erik. His docket was full, and he had to gear himself up for his additional responsibilities as part of the Udaku household.

"Do you need me to come with you?" Mpilo asked, eager to join Erik.

"No. Finish coordinating my schedule and I'll be back with my children. Tlotliso, make sure there's nothing small and loose hanging around the desks. My son likes to play with things not nailed down."

Tlotliso stood from her seat and walked over to him with her comm tab. Her long legs gave her a graceful dip in her movement. He had to take a step back from her when she held up her tab. Her body heat seemed way too close to him. Erik didn't mean to look, but the top of her dress was tight around her breasts and he could see braless nipples poking through. She was beyond sexy and knew it.

"I need your codes to allow me access to your public website. Mpilo will begin updating your page in the next hour," she said.

He swiped in his code with his fingerprint, and she lowered her lashes. Her gaze went to his mouth, and he caught the partial sigh that escaped her moist lips. She wasn't subtle at all, but he didn't sense that she was seducing him. It was her nature to be sensual, from the way she moved, spoke, and looked at people.

"I'll be back," he said.

Mpilo's shoulders slumped and his face took on disappointment at not being by Erik's side. Tlotliso typed away on her comm tab, not even fazed by the teenager's sour expression.

"Alright, man, c'mon. You can go with me. Tlotliso—"

"I can handle all the interfacing by myself and plug him in later," she said without looking up from her screen.

Mpilo shook his fists like Riki did when he was thrilled to do something with his father. Outside of the office, Noxolo stood guard.

"Heading to Efetobo's office. I won't need you for that," he said.

Noxolo nodded and resumed her watch. Mpilo moved his legs quickly to match Erik's strides. The ride down the elevator to the Council floor was speedy, and they walked into a busy hallway filled with pages, office assistants, and elite guards. All eyes became glued to him as his presence stirred up quite a buzz of excitement and curiosity. A few people even stuck their heads out of office doorways to see him walk past.

Erik glanced at a directory, then made his way to an office facing south. An elite guard at the entrance nodded at him and they walked into an aromatic-smelling reception room that went back in time with the décor and energy. A young man sat in front of a desk and stood the moment he saw Erik's face.

"Prince N'Jadaka, we were not expecting you," the assistant said with a flustered squeak.

"I did not have an appointment. Is Council Elder Efetobo in? I would like to speak with her in private," Erik said in a forceful, formal tone.

One thing he wanted the Wakandans to know was that he would show up at any time.

"Excuse me, Your Highness. I will let Elder Efetobo know you are here."

The lanky young man rushed away from his desk and into a back office. Mpilo grinned.

"Everyone certainly moves like the wind for you, Prince N'Jadaka."

"I make them nervous because of my past reputation."

"I still get a little nervous," Mpilo admitted, "But your bark is much worse than your bite."

"It is still early," Erik teased.

"Prince N'Jadaka, this way please," the assistant said, extending his arm toward another door.

Erik sauntered into an opulent room filled with antiques, plush rugs, and expensive period artwork on the walls. Unlike his own office, Efetobo sat on a low comfortable stool with a matching low round table that had a tea set on it. Nothing in the room was set up like a modern office at all. He stepped into a Wakanda of the past, and Efetobo channeled the spirit of a holy medicine woman ready to counsel a worried tribesman. Next to her on another low stool was Elder Zinzi with a handle-less glazed blackstone teacup in her hand. Both women lowered their heads to him.

"Please, have a seat, Prince N'Jadaka," Efetobo said, gesturing toward the stool next to her.

She offered him tea, and he accepted. He pointed to a corner for Mpilo to stand in, to be kept out of the way. Efetobo rolled up the long wide sleeves of her heavily brocaded dress to her elbows and lifted the lid to an ancient purple clay teapot. The scent of wild berries and herbs tickled Erik's nose. Instead of pouring the tea from the pot directly, she lifted a small wooden ladle and gently filled a teacup for him with it. She offered it to him with both hands and he accepted it from her. Blowing over it to cool the steam, he took a deep sip and smiled.

"Good," he said.

"Made from fruit and plants in my home garden. A special blend from my great-grandfather's recipe," Efetobo said.

Erik glanced over at Zinzi, and there was a sparkle in her eye for him.

"I came here to speak with you openly about the Phuri," Erik said.

Efetobo's eyes darted over to Zinzi, and the other elder shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Erik tapped his kimoyo and pulled up the image of the tattoo on Chuma Inam's body that he quickly snapped while they were in the war hall.

Zinzi glanced at Mpilo, and the boy had the good sense to keep his eyes on the wall and not their huddled circle.

"Mpilo, you hear nothing and see nothing," Erik commanded.

"Yes, Your Highness," Mpilo said.

"Tell me about these people. You are the oldest member of the council and I can tell by your eyes that your memory and knowledge is long and wide," Erik said.

He placed his hands in a cupped manner and held them up to her. It was a sign of respect and deference for her status, despite him being a prince. Efetobo added more dried berries and herbs to the teapot and poured hot water from another stone container over it. Using the ladle, she stirred the contents before gazing at him with troubled eyes.

"They are not the Wolf Tribe. King T'Challa misspoke, but I did not want to correct him in front of everyone. There may have been spies among us there. It is better for them to think we are confused about who they are. Do you trust that child to be here with us?" Efetobo said.

"I trust him. He speaks anything without my permission and he is a dead child," Erik said.

Mpilo glanced over at him, and Erik tilted his head. His intern looked away with spooked eyes.

"Le ndoda ayidlali," Zinzi said.

"You are right, Elder Zinzi. I do not play when it comes to information I need," Erik said.

He enlarged the floating image and placed it above the table. Efetobo regarded the tattoo and folded her hands across her lap.

"The word Phuri has several meanings to ancient Wakandans. My grandfather was a famous historian. He wrote six volumes on the history of the five tribes. There were various clans within the tribes, but the dominant ones made the pact with the Panther tribe. You know what the Jabari did, but there was a small tribal group known as the Phuri. Their ancient totem was the hyena because it symbolized how they acted as a group," Efetobo said.

"Fiercely matriarchal, and tightly-knitted clans made those people bold and highly intelligent," Zinzi added. "Hyenas are not part of the canine family. They are related to the mongoose."

Efetobo nodded her head. "The ancient ones in Canaan, our neighbors to the west, said that the hyena was the one who brought warmth from the sun to the other animals. Some say witches used the animal to ride on and make mischief. We knew them as the clever ones. The hunters who were braver and stronger than a lion."

She pointed to the glowing tattoo on the dead man's skin.

"There was once a Golden Wolf Tribe, but infighting and wars cut down their numbers and the Phuri absorbed them. People today and back then confused the Wolf Tribe with the Hyena clans, just as they confused the hyena as being a dog. The word Phuri means secret in the old mother tongue of the ancients. That lineage was known as the Secret Ones from Lake Kivu, beyond the Warrior Falls. They were against the Udakus from the beginning of our recorded history. We banished them once they became brutal and launched attacks against various tribes trying to enforce their will on the rest of us. Over the centuries, they became a ghost clan, forgotten people… a mere myth we told our children to scare them from wandering into the forests alone. The ghost clan became a secret cult, vowing to return everyone to the ways of the mother. No monarchy. No more Udakus."

"Secret, huh?" Erik said.

"Anytime you see this animal symbol, Prince N'Jadaka, beware. It marks your death," Efetobo said.

"How can I find them? I don't have time to read a bunch of history books, Elder Efetobo, and T'Challa does not want me directly involved with hunting them down."

"I know where you can look," Mpilo said.

All three grown adults turned to look at the interruptive teenager. Mpilo held his head down but faced their direction.

"This child does not follow instructions," Zinzi said before chuckling with Efetobo.

"Come here," Erik said.

Mpilo came to his side and pointed to the tattoo.

"I know where that design comes from. There is an artist in old town who made that style popular. All the young people in my neighborhood love his work. My brother had a small rhino tattoo put on his bicep that looks like that style and color. No one else draws like that except for him," Mpilo said.

Erik held his hands cupped for Efetobo and Zinzi.

"Thank you for your time, Elders," Erik said.

He stood.

"Prince N'Jadaka, you must be very careful and move with cunning," Efetobo said.

Zinzi stood up and placed a hand on his arm.

"You should have Mpilo give the location of the tattoo parlor to King T'Challa and let him look for clues," Zinzi said, "You do not know the country well, and as Efetobo said, there may be spies all over from that cult lying in wait. Do not offer your body for easy killing."

"I have Mpilo, and I can cover up and blend in while keeping my mouth shut. I would rather check the place for myself first before I tell T'Challa."

"Too dangerous," Efetobo said.

"I promise, a casual once over, and then I'll pass the info on to the king."

"Can you not do both?" Mpilo asked.

"Can you mind your mouth when grown folks are talking?" Erik quipped.

"But I gave you a lead."

Mpilo jammed his lips together when Erik glared at him.

"I take my leave," Erik said. He left the room with Mpilo on his heels.

"I am sorry, Prince N'Jadaka. I will mind my mouth from now on."

Erik turned to him.

"I appreciate the information, Mpilo. But with Council Elders, you must only speak when spoken to. Plus, I would've rather had you tell me this when we were alone to keep the king out of it. As of now, they'll probably snitch to T'Challa and he'll go in there all gangbusters to reassure the public and scare off more leads. I have to move covertly for this."

"Sorry."

"I know you meant to be helpful, but I really need you to follow my lead and not blurt out stuff. We need to keep this close to the vest."

"Close to the vest?"

"Kept to ourselves."

Erik glanced at his kimoyo.

"Let's go get my kids."

They marched past offices and more stares.

"Oh, shit," Erik mumbled.

Up ahead, and walking with hard determination in their direction, was Nakia. She paused twenty feet in front of him. There was no avoiding her once she noticed his purposeful strides. Her fists clenched, and she raised her head higher before approaching him with caution.

"Prince N'Jadaka," she said with a voice that sounded like she wanted to spit in his face.

"Nakia. No sense in using phony pleasantries. You're back, huh?"

"Here to help my king."

"I'll get out of your way then," he said.

Erik stepped to the side, but she placed herself back in front of him.

"I wish you were still dead," she said.

He grinned with a sardonic twist to his lips.

"I'm sure you're not alone with that sentiment."

"Now that you are back, I hope we shall never have to cross paths in a negative way because I will kill you. With or without T'Challa's permission."

Two elite guards stepped toward them. Nakia's body language projected the potential for violence.

"I don't have time to indulge in this little chat. I have three children waiting for me. Two of which are heirs to the throne. Unless you want to get arrested, I suggest you fall back."

"Tuh," she uttered under her breath.

She noticed the guards getting antsy.

"You think that because you returned to the bosom of your grandparents' and your children's lives that we are all supposed to forget what you did to us? Bygones are bygones? Watch your back, Prince N'Jadaka," she warned.

"Watch yours," he said, stomping past her.

Mpilo jogged to keep up with him.

"That was not pleasant," Mpilo said.

"I don't have time to worry about an old enemy's feelings about getting her ass kicked by me."

Mpilo looked stressed, but Erik kept moving.

"What do you all think?"

Erik stood behind his children as they took in his reception area. Sydette walked around the perimeter with her hands behind her back. Riki had already discovered Tlotliso's desk and took delight in touching the personal assistant's embedded vid screen. Joba stayed by his side and looked around with curious eyes.

"I like it," Sydette finally said, showing him a dimpled smile.

Tlotliso and Mpilo stood to the side of the hallway entrance and waited to be introduced.

"This is Lady Sydette, Princess Joba, and Prince Riki," Erik said.

"Hello," Tlotliso said.

"How are you?" Mpilo asked.

Joba tugged on Erik's arm.

"Daddy, I'm hungry," Joba said.

"Let's eat," Erik said, ushering the little ones to the commons room where Tlotliso had set up their after-school snack.

Fat cakes were always a hit with his kids, and they sat around the oval table smacking their lips with the stuffed sandwiches, and Erik listened to them talk about their school lessons. Riki was extra hyper, and not being able to play outdoors with other children made him fidget in his seat. Erik told them about all the tasks he had to do earlier that day, and then he took them into his office. Their only interest after that was the tabletop version of Wakanda and they spent the rest of their time there playing with the ability to change how the country looked. He gave them time by themselves to play with the landscape as he checked in with his small staff. Mpilo was full of cheesy grins.

"You are an excellent father, Prince N'Jadaka. My Baba would've left me by myself the moment I walked into the room. But you talk with them for a long time. They have so many questions. Your patience is admirable," Mpilo said.

"I missed out on so much of their lives. Every second with them is special to me," he said.

Tlotliso held up her comm tab.

"You are all set to use your office system in every room," she said.

"Thanks for handling all that," Erik said.

Her gaze lingered on him a little too long.

"Is your desk okay?" he asked, directing her attention to something else besides his face.

She grinned.

"Prince Riki was a little gentleman. He asked to touch things before picking them up."

Erik smiled. His son dashed into the room and jumped into his arms.

"Your office is cool, Baba! Can we swim in your pool?"

"I don't have a pool… oh, the bathtub. We don't have swimsuits."

Riki frowned.

"We can swim naked like we do back home," Riki said.

"Another time," Erik said.

Riki jumped down from his grasp and ran back into his office to play with the girls again.

"You have well-behaved children. They love you very much," Tlotliso said.

"They are a blessing."

"Do you want more children one day?"

Erik exhaled and thought about the question. He hadn't considered that at all since waking up.

"Yeah, I do want more—"

"Baba, we wahn see Joba's garden now. Can we leave?" Sydette said.

Her siblings followed behind her, and three sets of little eyes willed him to take them away.

"I'm done for the day. Take messages, schedule me for light duty tomorrow, and you and Mpilo can bounce in the next hour."

"As you wish, Your Highness," Tlotliso said.

Tlotliso stayed focused on him and Erik grabbed Sydette and Joba's hands. He knelt down so Riki could climb onto his back. Mpilo darted out from the inner hall.

"Prince N'Jadaka, the shop?" Mpilo said.

"Later," Erik said.

Mpilo covered his mouth with one hand after realizing he was saying too much in mixed company again.

He walked out with his children and headed for their evening garden check-up.

"Prince N'Jadaka."

Tlotliso stood in his doorway. He turned toward her with his kids all around him.

"It has been a great honor to open this office with you. I hope I can please you in the future," she said.

The words sounded innocent. Her eyes were another story all together. It wasn't flirting. He was the king at spotting that with women. Tlotliso was different. There was nothing overtly heavy-handed, even if the wording was suggestive. She was an attractive woman, and he wasn't about to become the cliché boss that lusted after his assistant. He just couldn't get a good take on her. Efficient, quiet, and productive without supervision, the woman checked off all the good boxes for staff. Erik knew how to conduct himself professionally, but she gave off vibes that she wanted something. Nothing sexual… but something. Prestige? Advancement? She yearned for something. His gut told him so. His daughter Joba didn't act strange, but she hadn't been around the woman long enough to ring any alarms for her father.

"A'ight cool. See you tomorrow," he said.

He herded his brood to the elevator. He'd have dinner with them, see them off to bed, and then head out to the tattoo parlor before T'Challa interfered.

Joba like to see her fairy garden lights come on before it got dark and it allowed the children to stretch their legs outside in cool air with him. He enjoyed the moments with his children when it was just the four of them exploring the royal garden. They talked together and admired the pretty lights all around Joba's growing creation. Her fairy garden was nearing a quarter of an acre, and she had barely used up the space with her designs. They all played with the ceramic figurines and listened to the call of garden birds bedding down for the evening. A thrilling game of sardines commenced, and Erik ran around searching for his children, hiding from him. Riki ruined their secret hiding spot when he couldn't stop giggling whenever Erik walked past a berry bush. Sydette jumped from behind the plant and put her hands on her hips.

"I want to play regular Hide and Seek, Baba! Riki makes it hard to hide together," Sydette complained.

Peals of laughter spilled out of Riki. The boy couldn't help himself. Keeping quiet and hidden was too difficult a task for an extroverted prince.

"One more game, and this time, you all have to hide separately," Erik said.

His daughters cheered and ran off to hide when he turned his back on them. Riki slipped his hand inside his.

"Mi find them with you, Baba," Riki said.

"Okay."

He wandered around the royal garden, holding Riki's hand as they searched for his siblings. His kimoyo lit up. Erik tapped a bead and a picture of a building popped up. Mpilo left a brief text message. Riki gave a loud sigh.

"Baba, you're always working. We're 'spose to have our time with you now," Riki grumbled.

A chill ran up Erik's back. He looked down at his son and saw himself… even heard himself from the boy's mouth. Those same exact words were used by him when he was five and he complained to his Baba N'Jobu about being focused on other things, except for Erik when he was home. He stared at his own miniature doppelgänger and squeezed his son's hand. For months, he worried that his children would have a hard time truly bonding with him. He was a strange giant man thrust into their lives. However, his fears were unfounded. Yani and Disa made sure their children knew who he was daily from the time of their birth. They played videos, looked at pictures all the time, prayed for his soul at night, and the transition into being a flesh and blood father was seamless. Riki, Joba, and Sydette's love was unconditional and forgiving of his absence. They gave him love with their whole hearts and only asked that he be with them as much as possible.

"I apologize, Lil Man. You right. Baba is supposed to be here with you."

"Gwine now," Riki said, waving his other hand at Erik's kimoyo, "finish your business. Mi wait."

Riki sucked his teeth, and Erik lifted him in the air and swung him around.

"I'm here for you, boy!" Erik shouted.

Riki giggled and threw his head back as Erik began tickling him. They found Sydette and Joba behind two intertwined trees that looked like giant emerald lucky bamboo plants from China. The girls had stuffed themselves inside the hollow parts of the bark.

"Time to get ready for dinner," Erik said.

"No, let's stay out here longer!" Sydette said.

She grabbed his fingers and pulled him back toward the interior of the garden.

"Tomorrow we'll be back," Erik said.

Joba rode his back on the way to the palace, and Sydette hugged his waist from behind and walked with her face pressed into his lower back. Riki skipped in front of him, stopping occasionally to stick his nose in a flower or pick up a bug. Erik wanted more days with them like that. They were all quiet, heading back. Only the sound of cicadas in the trees serenaded their slow, meandering stroll.

Their Doras met them at the palace entry from the garden. A young man with suggestive almond-shaped eyes and a friendly smile stood with them, wearing a crisp green palace uniform of drop-crotch pants and a gauzy tunic. He held a serving tray with three glasses of soft drinks and one smaller glass filled with plum liquor.

"Prince N'Jadaka, I am Ramatla… Remy… Lady Galiber sent me to retrieve the children," Remy said.

"Who are you exactly?" Erik asked.

Remy lowered the tray, and the children took their refreshing drinks and sipped. Erik lifted the liquor and kept his eyes on the server.

"I am the new nanny, Your Highness," Remy said. "Lady Galiber sent me down so that you could meet me and I could take the children to give you time to prepare for dinner and rest a bit."

"Nanny?"

"Yes. I was hired a few days ago."

"He's good, Baba," Sydette said.

"What happened to the other nanny?" Erik asked.

"I do not know," Remy said.

Riki held up his hand, and Remy gave him a high five. Erik looked him over. He was almost as tall as Erik, well-built, with smooth caramel skin and full lips. Not as full as Erik's, but he knew women probably went crazy for Remy's looks. He drank his liquor and side-eyed the nanny. There were too many new people around the palace. How he missed the new nanny was something he would talk to Yani and Disa about. He wanted a say in who was around his kids.

"I'll take them up myself," Erik said.

Remy lowered his head and stepped aside to let Erik walk through with the children.

Erik took his time dressing and watched the news on his bedroom vid screen. T'Challa addressed the nation and revealed the name of the bomber. The king was calm and impressed the prince with his open candor. The speech lasted ten minutes and T'Challa stepped away from the podium to allow the head of his nation's security team to speak to their citizens about giving tips on anything they found suspicious where they were.

During dinner, Erik stewed in his seat, ready to raise his issues with new staff hires, but he waited until they dismissed his babies with Twyla. It surprised him when there was no mention of Nakia, but he figured T'Challa learned of his encounter with her. When the family settled into discussing T'Challa's speech, Erik cleared his throat.

"I appreciate everyone helping me ease back into life here, but I want to make it known from here on out that I want to be a part of any new hires. From my office to my children. It makes me uncomfortable seeing people around me that I had no say in picking."

Ramonda glanced at Umama and then T'Challa.

"Everyone has been thoroughly vetted, so you do not have to have concerns," T'Challa said.

"That's not the point. People are being thrust onto me and in my personal spaces."

T'Challa sipped a glass of wine.

"Your concerns are noted. I will make sure you are part of the vetting process in the future."

"Thank you."

Erik cast a look over at Yani.

"I told you we were getting a new nanny last month," Yani said.

Her eyes became surly, and she puckered her lips at being accused of ambushing him.

"What happened to the other one?" he asked.

"She took leave for two months to have surgery on her leg," Disa said.

Erik regarded Disa, and she studied him right back.

"I couldn't be brought in to help choose?"

"You were busy with Shuri in the lab. We didn't think it would be a big deal for the short time. You never paid attention to the old one, anyway," Disa said.

"He's only grumblin' now because Remy is a man," Yani teased.

Ramonda and Umama chuckled.

"N'Jadaka, do you not like your new staff? We can change them if that would please you. We are doing our best to make life less stressful for you," Ramonda said.

Umama broke a piece of her dessert crust and tasted it. Her fingers smoothed the tablecloth near her plate. He didn't want to upset her with his foul mood about the situation.

"I don't want to be left out on important things… that's all," he said, glancing between Yani and Disa.

"I will remind you a few times if anything like this comes up again for the household," Yani said.

The family moved into a pleasant tearoom for coffee and after dinner mingling. Baba Z and T'Challa conversed on royal duties to the country, and the women, all except Shuri, talked about the new nanny and the children possibly returning to school the following week.

"I bet you are ready to get back to the probe like I am," Shuri said.

His younger cousin slid up to him, holding a small coffee cup and a thin, sweet biscuit.

"I am. How are Fury and the others?" Erik asked.

"T'Challa has them on a short lease. For Fury, this is a vacation. The two colonizers, not so much."

"They don't enjoy being subordinates. Taking a backseat is killing them."

"T'Challa is meeting with them tomorrow. Can you come to work with me in the morning? We can be by ourselves until my brother brings them over."

"I can do that," Erik said.

Shuri moved him closer to a card table that held the coffee and biscuit sweets on the side.

"I heard you ran into Nakia," Shuri whispered.

"Yeah. She's not pleased to have me here. Threatened to kill me if I acted up."

"Did she?" Shuri's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth. "I didn't think she would come at you like that so soon."

"How is your brother handling her return?"

"He is trying to be professional, but there is so much history between them. N'Jadaka, please do not antagonize Nakia."

"I'm not even thinking about that woman. I got more important things to deal with."

Disa approached him.

"Thanks for hanging on to Ogum for me. It was hella cool to get him back. He's right on my desk," Erik said.

Erik rubbed the side of her arm and she grinned with satisfaction. Yani came over and he made room for her as Shuri left his side to speak to her mother.

"I'm happy he is back in your hands. May he guide you well, Your Highness," Disa said, doing an over-exaggerated bow.

"Girl, stop," he said.

He looked at Yani.

"Listen, I didn't mean to sound snappy at dinner. I was caught off guard with ole boy. Sometimes I do ignore the domestic stuff and I probably forgot you all telling me about the switch."

He touched Yani's cheek, then stroked her dangling hoop earring.

"You were great today. I meant what I said in my message," he said.

Yani nodded and lingered closer to him.

"It was a sweet surprise," she said.

"Have you met his new personal assistant yet?" Disa asked.

Yani shook her head.

"I haven't had time to go over to that side of the palace yet. I've been so busy."

"She is a definite character," Disa said. She smirked at Erik.

"Why you say that?'" Erik asked.

Disa turned to Yani.

"Cool as a cucumber. She acted like she didn't want to let me in at first. Acting like an office wife already. Check her out when you can," Disa said.

Yani looked at Erik, then put a hand on her hip.

"Look at his face. She must be pretty because his lips are bunching up," Yani said.

"She's gorgeous," Disa said.

Yani folded her arms across her chest.

"Oh, so we can't have man candy to look at, but you get to enjoy a pretty woman?"

"Always a double standard," Disa quipped.

"I didn't pick her. Ramonda did," Erik said.

"He has us there, Yani. We chose Remy ourselves."

Erik tilted his head and thrust it toward Yani.

"Now there," Erik said.

Yani placed her hand in front of his face.

"Whatever, man. Point is, he's only here temporarily, and he's good at his job."

Erik made fun of her sing-song voice. "He's good at his job…"

"Stop teasing me!" Yani screeched, slapping his arm.

His kimoyo lit up.

"I'm going to bed early. Long day. Have your mutual man candy drop the kids off at my office after their lessons," he said.

He turned to the rest of the family.

"Night," he said, giving a wave.

"Aw! I wanted you to be my partner for the card game we're going to play. I'll be stuck with Baba Z if you go now," Shuri groaned. She sat at the card table shuffling a deck.

"Sorry," he said.

Yani and Disa looked at him with soft eyes. He so wanted to kiss them both goodbye. It felt like the most natural thing to do with the both of them. Erik turned away and felt their stares on his back. He didn't enjoy holding in his affection from both of them whenever they were all together. The urge to smother them with kisses with his arms around them both was hard to keep inside. He needed to do a better job of communicating with them both about the kids. They had great schedules for sharing parental responsibilities, but the little details he needed to work on paying attention to. It still bothered him with the new nanny. Being a man had a lot to do with it. There was something about a man being around his family intimately, most of which were women and girls, that unsettled him. Something about the way he looked bugged the hell out of him, too.

He was too good-looking. Maybe Yani and Disa chose him on purpose to poke at Erik. Having some man candy around probably delighted the rest of the staff, too. He grit his teeth. Remy probably felt like he was living it up with two fine women bosses. Erik groaned. What he would give to crawl into Yani or Disa's bed just to be coddled at the end of a grueling day. A nigga had needs. Bad. Not just for sex. He missed the intimacy he had with them both. If he had his way, they'd both be waiting for him in his bed and he'd just lay there. Between them. Yani could stroke his scalp and Disa could rub on his shoulders.

Settling into his quarters, Erik quickly changed into darker clothing and wrapped a scarf around his face in the street style of the younger Wakandan crowd. He slipped out of his home. His evening Dora greeted him.

"Heading to my office to do some work. I'll be back later," he said.

The night shift Dora took in his appearance, and he ignored her curious stare. Erik took assured steps as if he were staying in the palace for the night. He crossed over the palace bridge and once he stepped into the West Palace, he made stealth moves out of a staff door that led him down steps into a corridor. Waiting for other staff who didn't reside in the palace to leave, he blended in with a group headed out of the grounds.

Free from the protective walls, Erik waited for Mpilo to show up. His intern was right on time with a modified hover bike and eye goggles. T'Challa finally lifted restrictions on their use.

"Hop on," Mpilo said.

Erik climbed onto the back of it, and it was like riding his old motorcycle. He gripped Mpilo's waist, but there was no need to. The bike had gravity belts that held him in place. They floated above the standard land vehicles and Mpilo eased their flying vehicle into a comfortable speed.

"Old Town is close to here. It gets lively and will be busy tonight because people are free to move around without curfew."

Mpilo zipped past other bikes and carefully lowered them to a parking structure. They hopped off the bike and Erik followed the youngster into a well-lit area that still had the red clay earth of the ancient Wakandan city beneath their feet. Unlike most of Wakanda that was designed for modern times, they preserved Old Town Zana to keep the antiquated past alive. Shops, clubs, eateries, and bars lined up the streets as a busy subway system traveled above them and around the entire area. An old-time trolley rumbled on the ground, fueled with vibranium. The word "Old" may have been in the area's name, but the inhabitants, vendors, and club-goers were all youthful and out for a good time despite the attack fears.

"It is around this way," Mpilo said.

Erik chose well with his clothing. He didn't stand out at all.

"There," Mpilo said.

The tattoo parlor his intern shared a picture of earlier was a popular spot. They walked inside and pretended to look over sketches all over the walls. Erik kept silent and allowed Mpilo to do all the talking when needed.

"See?" Mpilo whispered, pointing to several tattoo designs that matched the style of the Phuri hyena symbol. There were no hyenas on the wall, though. Just an elephant, a rhino, a lion, and a bird with its long neck bent backward and its wings taking off in flight.

"That's him," Mpilo said.

There were three working tattoo artists in the shop. The one Erik wanted to see inked a young woman's naked back. Nearly done with his customer, the bulky artist colored in a small yellow sun on a honey-brown shoulder.

"I'll be with you in a minute," the man said.

Erik took a seat next to Mpilo and waited. Twenty minutes dragged out until the artist approached them.

"What can I help you with? Do you need to look at some of our catalogs for ideas?"

"I like the rhino and elephant tattoos. The blue ones over there," Mpilo said.

"Everyone likes those. I made them myself."

"I am Tazi. This is my brother. He dared me to get one."

Erik shrugged and pretended to watch another artist work on a client.

"I am Langa. One should think wisely about getting marked. A dare is not a good reason to ink yourself, young brother."

"I like how they look. Especially the ones you made over there."

"I think you should contemplate long and hard about getting one. I shall be here when you are serious," Langa said.

Mpilo looked at Erik with panic in his eyes.

"I really want to get one. I like animals and the rhino is my favorite."

"Mine too," Langa said.

"What made you come up with that style?" Mpilo pressed.

Langa glanced over at the artwork. There were no other customers who needed his attention.

"I learned it from an old man. No one does that technique anymore. I was lucky to meet him a couple of years ago before he retired to the edge of the Border lands. He may be dead now. He did not look well when he passed down his skill to me."

"Well, at least he taught you how to preserve the beauty of his art."

"That is true."

"What was his name?" Mpilo asked.

Erik held his breath. There was nothing he could do because with one word out of his mouth, everyone there would know he wasn't from there. Mpilo only knew how to be direct. The skills of teasing out information without suspicion were Erik's forte.

"You are asking a lot of questions," Langa said.

The man's eyes narrowed, and he leaned over the counter, watching the two of them carefully.

"You said that tattoos are a serious undertaking. If I am to have one with meaning to me, I want to know the history of the artistry behind it."

Langa considered this.

"He called himself Ozipho. That is all he told me. Grouchy man. Gifted, but very grouchy. He lived in a smelly little hut near a shake club. All I did was to pay him with liquor at that club so he could look at naked women, and he showed me how to make good money with his art."

Langa laughed at the memory.

Erik lifted himself from the seat and pretended to answer a kimoyo call outside. Mpilo joined him a moment later.

"Was that good?" Mpilo asked.

"Not too bad for a beginner."

"He was so suspicious."

"I would be too if strangers walked in chatting me up about something so specific."

Erik looked around.

"Let me borrow your hover bike," Erik said.

"Why? I can drive you anywhere."

"I have to travel far, and it's not for you to be involved with at this point."

"This is national security. I am helping you solve a serious crime."

"You are a kid. I got this," Erik insisted.

"You do not know the country. I have been to the Border lands many times with my family. Let me help you find this Ozipho man. It will look strange to have you wandering around there alone. We can pretend to be father and son on vacation. Less suspicious."

"Doesn't your family need you to be home now?"

"They will think I am doing extra work in the palace late. Nothing to worry about."

A guide would be better than him relying on his kimoyo and lurking in the dark shadows like an obvious creep or mark. A street vendor walked by. Erik grabbed a colorful scarf and paid for it with his kimoyo.

"We should at least look alike with our fits," Erik said.

"Yes!" Mpilo said.

"I'm driving the hoverbike there," Erik said.

"Whatever you say, Baba!" Mpilo said, then he started laughing, making Erik grin at his high-pitched cackles.

Mpilo draped the scarf around his face, and even with his mouth and nose covered, the excitement in the boy's eyes showed a readiness for adventure.

"Let's go," Erik said, leading the way back to the hoverbike.

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Don't Forget About Us

Hello, my lovelies. Here’s my contribution to @nahimjustfeelingit-writes smut challenge (the prompt is in bold!) Let’s see what Erik’s up to now, shall we?

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Word count: 5,595

CW: smut...duh.

“So, what do you do for a living?”

Kayla sighed internally at the question and took a sip of her Pinot Grigio. She hated first dates with a burning passion, but unfortunately, that was the only way to find a man around here. She went through the motions of politely answering his questions, barely asking any of her own. She didn’t care. Even just fifteen minutes in, Kayla could tell he didn’t excite her, and she lamented the waste of a good outfit as she listened to him drone on about his life. Every now and then, he’d stop and ask a question about her, but she could tell he was only asking so he could talk more about himself.

How many siblings do you have?

What’s your sign?

Why did your last relationship end?

Her mind traveled to her ex-boyfriend, Erik Stevens. They had spent six blissful years together, and Kayla thought he was the one. She wanted them to get married and start a family, and she thought he did, too, but every time she brought it up, he’d find some excuse to change the subject. At thirty years old, Kayla wasn’t getting any younger, so she grew tired of his avoidance and eventually cut him loose. She needed more out of life, but the guy currently sitting across from her certainly wasn’t it.

“We wanted different things,” she answered vaguely and took another sip. It would be a long night with what’s-his-name. David? Devon? Whatever. At least he had money and took her to a nice restaurant.

Darryl took the opportunity to bore her with the details of his job, which Kayla already knew. He was a colleague of her best friend, Carina’s husband. They worked at the same law firm, and Carina decided to hook them up after tiring of hearing Kayla complain about dating apps. As much as Kayla hated Tinder, she would’ve much rather been at home on her couch swiping left on the cesspool of single men Oakland had to offer. Every few dozen swipes or so, she’d find a cutie, but his bio would be abysmal, or his conversation skills would fall flat.

Despite the fact that their relationship just couldn’t make it, Kayla still thought of Erik as the gold standard. Just thinking about his dimples and his struggle beard made her smile dreamily. His big, strong arms would wrap around her and hold her tight at night, and she’d trace her fingers over the intentionally placed keloid scars that held his darkest secrets. She missed retwisting his locs and the way he always smelled like sandalwood and warm vanilla. Kayla didn’t want to admit it, but she still loved him. No man could compare to her Erik.

“Hello? Kayla?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry. Can you repeat that last part?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. What’s got you so distracted, babygirl?”

Kayla fought the bile rising in her throat. She wasn’t his babygirl. It didn’t even sound right coming from his mouth. Maybe it was the thinness of his lips. They weren’t “white man” thin, but they couldn’t hold a candle to the juicy pussy pleasers she had grown accustomed to.

“Nothing, just thought I saw somebody I know. You were saying?”

“Just that you look beautiful tonight,” Damon attempted to flirt with her.

Kayla wanted to roll her eyes but thanked him instead and smiled politely again. Of course she looked beautiful; she had pulled out all the stops for what she had hoped would be a good night out. Kayla had squeezed her thickness into a lavender satin dress. The way the dress’s skirt cinched on the side kept it snug around her plush waist, but the high slit that traveled up her thigh was the main attraction. The strappy silver heels on her feet showed off her matching pedicure that contrasted beautifully with her glistening brown skin, and her makeup was flawless. Her outerwear for the night, a cropped fur jacket that had found its way to the coat check when they arrived, was the icing on the cake. Her outfit deserved the appreciation, just not from Deshawn.

The waiter saved her from having to focus on her date when she brought out the food they had ordered. Since Kayla knew Derek had money, she had ordered the whole lobster, and she fought her mouth from drooling too much as the waiter set it down in front of her. It laid on a bed of forbidden rice, and the side of roasted brussels sprouts and cremini mushrooms looked heavenly. The ramekin of drawn butter off to the side tempted her as it sat next to the minuscule seafood fork. She may not enjoy her company for the evening, but Kayla damn sure was going to enjoy her meal.

“Looks good,” Dominic called from the other side of the table, breaking Kayla from her trance as he cut into his wagyu beef.

“Sure does.” Kayla wasted no time before digging into her meal. Not only was it the perfect excuse to avoid conversation, but it was perfect, period.

A slight chill permeated the air as the door swung open and the crisp January air entered the small restaurant. Kayla shivered as she complained internally about being forced to sit near the door, but that shiver intensified as she heard a voice. His voice.

“Reservation for Stevens, please.”

Kayla stilled.

“Of course. Right this way, sir,” the maitre d’ responded, and Kayla heard three sets of footsteps coming her way.

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��Babe, let’s go!”

“Yell at me one more time, woman,” Erik warned as he came around the corner into the living room, fastening his watch.

“I swear, you take more time getting ready than I do.”

“Whatever, Mo. You ready?”

“Nigga, I been ready!”

Erik rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys. It would be a rough night, and things were already starting off on a bad foot. He and Monique had been seeing each other for the better part of a year, and he’d finally reached his limit. She was overbearing, rude, and just after him for his money, but he hated being alone, so he put up with her bullshit. His cousin, T’Challa, had tried to hook him up with a few ladies back in Wakanda when he went to visit after his breakup, but nothing stuck. Almost immediately after coming back to the states, Erik met Monique at a charity event for the Outreach Center. She had the singing voice of an angel and had been booked as the entertainment for the evening. Erik was drawn to her like a sailor to a siren, and she immediately sank her teeth into him. Past her vocal talents, Monique wasn’t really anything special. Her personality left a lot to be desired, she wasn’t the sharpest crayon in the box, and she just wasn’t her.

The moment Kayla ended their relationship a year ago, Erik’s whole world shattered. He had lived a life full of pain and loss, but Kayla had been his lifeline. She pulled him out of the dark and made him revel in the sunshine. Hell, she was the sunshine, but now he had settled for a UV lamp at best. Kayla had wanted a life that Erik was too scared to give her, but that fear became his downfall. He still missed her most nights. He was lonely, and Monique was there to keep him company, but that wasn’t enough for him anymore. Erik craved a connection that Monique just couldn’t provide. So he decided he had to break it off and figured that doing so in a public place would probably be best. She had a tendency to throw things when she got angry.

The car ride to Chez Martine was tense. Monique had been angry all day because Erik had taken back his credit card even though she wanted to buy a new dress for their date. Her lousy mood almost made him dump her back at his condo, but Erik kept a cool head and stayed focused on the plan. He ignored the way Monique complained the entire time she got ready, reluctantly putting on a dress he had seen her wear before. It didn’t matter to him; he knew what the night held.

When they walked into the restaurant, Erik’s heart dropped into his stomach. He’d recognize that shoulder blade tattoo anywhere. She had cut off all her hair and lost a few pounds, but he knew for sure that he was looking at Kayla. His Kayla. He forced himself to look straight ahead as they passed her table and prayed that the maitre d’ didn’t sit them where she could see him. Unfortunately, he had no such luck because the only open table for two was directly within her line of sight. He prayed again that Monique would sit on the far side of the table, but Bast ignored his pleas once more. He had to sit facing her, and as soon as he got comfortable in his chair, her gaze slyly trailed over to him. They locked eyes across the room, and Erik’s heart stopped. She was just as beautiful as the last time he saw her all those months ago, but who the fuck was that sitting across from her?

“What are you looking at?” Monique’s abrasive voice cut through his eardrums.

“Nothing. Just thought I saw someone I know, that’s all.”

She cut her eyes at him and turned around to look as he buried his face in the menu.

“Quit being nosy,” he complained.

“I just wanna see who’s got your attention, that’s all.” Monique turned back around with a sour look on her face. “It’s probably that fat girl with her cleavage all out.”

“Mo, just look at the fucking menu and act like you got some sense.”

“Fine.”

Monique pouted until the waiter showed up, but she plastered a fake smile on her face as he took their order. As usual, she ordered the most expensive thing on the menu, and it bothered him to no end that she was hellbent on spending all of his money. Of course, he had plenty, but she felt entitled to it. Kayla never cared about him being rich. Hell, when they got together, she didn’t even know he was a prince, but he loved to spoil her nonetheless. He loved the look on her face when he’d buy her things or take her on the expensive trips that she more than deserved. Kayla appreciated everything he did for her with all her heart, but she’d say the same thing every time.

“Thank you, baby, but you’re all I need.”

Erik smiled fondly at the memory of when he bought her a diamond tennis bracelet from Wakanda for their second anniversary. She was so excited to have diamonds that weren’t marred by exploited labor that she damn near dropped the box when she saw what was inside. It had been a rough year for them, what with him disappearing for a couple of months to seize the Wakandan throne and all. She certainly had plenty of colorful words for him when he came back. He’ll never forget the look on her face when he showed up at her door. He had brought T’Challa for backup just in case, but she looked right past the king as tears welled up in her eyes at seeing her Erik, alive and well.

Erik’s eyes started to get misty as he thought about the way she kissed him with so much emotion...then slapped him across the face for leaving. His gaze wandered back over to Kayla and he noticed the light bounce off of something on her arm. She was wearing the bracelet.

As if she felt his glare, Kayla shifted uncomfortably in her seat, so he averted his eyes back to Monique, who had caught him staring again.

“Why don’t you go say hi?” she asked sarcastically, making him roll his eyes so hard they almost got stuck.

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Erik Stevens. Here, of all places. He just had to be here.

Kayla noticed that he didn’t seem to be enjoying his modelesque date’s company any more than she was enjoying Darwin’s, and the pang of jealousy she felt at seeing him with another woman went away. She knew she had no right to feel any kind of way about it, especially since she was the one that broke things off. That didn’t make it any easier, though.

Dylan was too wrapped up in his steak to notice her wandering eye, but it seemed that Erik’s food was as uninteresting as the woman across from him. Kayla watched as he half-heartedly pushed it around his plate, but he certainly kept his favorite whiskey coming. She wanted to chuckle but didn’t want Daniel to think he had anything to do with her levity. They were both drowning their dissatisfactions in their alcohols of choice, and Kayla got a phantom taste of Uncle Nearest 1856 on her lips as she watched him take a sip. When he set the glass down and licked his lips, Kayla felt flush. She missed those lips…

“So, how about dessert?” Damien asked as he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his stomach. “I hear their creme brulee is amazing.”

“Uh, sure, why not?”

“You know,” he began as he leaned in and reached for her hands. She allowed him to take them, but the softness of his hands disgusted her. No callouses, no roughness, not even a firm grip. “I’ve had a great night. I’d love to see you again.”

Kayla chuckled nervously, unsure of how to proceed.

“What are you doing next-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

A shrill voice pierced the air as Erik’s date bolted up from her seat. Desmond, and the whole restaurant, turned around to see what was going on, and Kayla took the opportunity to remove her hands from his.

“Keep your voice down,” Erik sneered through his teeth. “We’re in public.”

“So?! You bring me out here just to dump me? To dump this?!” she gestured at her slim figure, and he rolled his eyes.

“You ain’t even all that,” he waved her off. He was tired of playing nice, and Kayla could see the exasperation written all over his face.

“Excuse me, miss-” the waiter attempted to calm her down, but the crazed woman cut him off.

“Stay out of this!”

“I’m so sorry,” Erik mouthed to the poor man who would absolutely be getting a monstrous tip later.

“Oh, you’re sorry for him, but not for me?”

“Mo, just sit down. We can finish our meal like adults-”

“Fuck you, Erik.” She threw her dirty martini at him, soaking the front of his all-black ensemble.

Kayla could damn near see the steam coming out of his ears as his apparent ex stormed out of the restaurant. Erik locked eyes with her across the room, and when he saw the concern written all over her face, his softened.

“Whew, poor fella,” Dexter commented as he turned back around. “Where was I? Oh-”

“Excuse me, where’s your restroom?” Kayla interrupted him as their waiter walked by.

“Right down there.” She pointed at a set of stairs off to the side, and Kayla thanked her as she slid out of her seat.

“I’ll be back, Darius.”

“It’s Denzel.” He deflated.

“Fuck,” she froze. She had been sure it was Darius. “Still, I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be here,” he responded, obviously upset by her slip-up.

Kayla hurried off down the stairs and leaned against the wall as she waited for either of the single-use restrooms to open up. She took a deep breath and opened her clutch, reaching in to pull out her phone with a shaky hand and typing in his number. It was one of the few she had memorized, just in case.

“You ok?”

Her thumb hovered over the send button, but she couldn’t press it. Her heart nearly thumped out of her chest at the thought of starting a conversation with him, but something within her said that she should. It would be weird not to say anything after all that, right?

“Hey-”

“Shit!” Kayla dropped her phone when his silky baritone graced her ears.

“My fault, ma.” Erik leaned over and picked the phone off the floor, checking it for cracks. He saw she had typed a message out to him and smirked before handing it back to her.

“T-thanks.”

“No problem. And, yeah, I’m ok.”

“Huh?”

Erik pointed at her phone screen.

“Oh! Right. Um, well, that’s good to hear.” Kayla attempted to push her hair behind her ear out of habit, forgetting she had just cut it all off a week ago.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You ok? You don’t seem to into ole dude out there.”

Kayla sighed and rolled her eyes, “Oh, him.”

“Damn, it’s like that?” Erik laughed, and she slapped his arm. That slight contact was enough to spark a flame in them both, and Erik’s face turned serious. “For real, though, not going well?”

“Better than you, it seems,” she quipped as she eyed his wet shirt. That was a bad idea because his first three buttons were undone, and she caught a peek of the raised scars that she missed so much. And that broad chest, and the chain with his father’s ring that he always wore. He’d let her wear it from time to time, and she always felt like it was such an honor. He trusted her enough to let her wear it. He loved her enough to-

Kayla pried her eyes away and made yet another mistake: she looked up at him. Those eyes still looked like sweet, sweet molasses, and even though his locs were braided back, she could tell he was letting them grow out. She momentarily wondered who was retwisting them nowadays, but her train of thought was cut short by the scent of sandalwood and vanilla. Kayla’s mind went blank as she inhaled slowly.

“Heh, yeah. That was...that was pretty embarrassing. Not even gonna lie.” Erik looked away shyly, unable to hold her gaze.

“I guess you’ll need to find a new date spot, huh?”

“Nah, I think I’m good on dating for a while.”

“Same,” Kayla sighed. “Dating sucks.”

“Yeah…”

One of the bathroom doors unlocked, and a middle-aged white man stepped out and passed them on the way up the stairs.

“Well, I should-”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

Kayla walked towards the bathroom, but before she could reach the door, she felt a light tug on her wrist. His touch still gave her goosebumps, and he noticed her raised skin as she turned to face him.

“I just, uh...it was nice seeing you, Kay-kay.” Erik smiled at her, and she nearly melted. She missed when he called her that, too. “You look good.”

“Thanks, E.” She smiled back. “So do you.”

He let her go, and Kayla disappeared into the bathroom. When she closed the door behind her, she took a deep breath to center herself. After all these months, Erik still took her breath away. He clouded her senses and scrambled her mind. Even as she took care of business, her brain replayed their short interaction on a loop.

Kayla locked eyes with her reflection as she dried her hands. How could she go back up there to- what’s his name? Oh, yeah, Da- Denzel. That’s it, Denzel. How could she go back up there to his mediocre company when the man she still loved had made her feel so alive with just one touch. That was the magic of Erik, his magnetism. When they were together, she couldn’t help but be drawn to him, even when she wanted to slap him across his beautiful face. Those were some of the best times, though. If she was angry at him, he knew exactly what to do to calm her down. To put her in her place. To remind her-

Kayla’s daydreaming was cut short by a knock at the door.

“Occupied!”

It came again.

“I’ll be out in a minute!”

She reached for another paper towel to dab off the sweat that had started to pool on her skin at the thought of Erik’s dominance when the door opened.

“What the f- Erik?!”

He pushed inside the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

“You need to start locking doors, Kay.”

“I- what do you want?”

“I want to talk to you,” he spoke as he moved closer to her.

“Here?!”

“Yeah, here,” he chuckled.

Kayla rolled her eyes and tried to push past him.

“Now is not the time or place-”

“When is?” he blocked her exit, and she crossed her arms in defeat, looking up at him through her lashes as she leaned against the sink. “Look, I just need to say something real quick.”

“Fine,” Kayla sighed and gestured for him to continue. She knew there was no use fighting him. She wasn’t leaving that bathroom until he was good and ready.

“Kay,” his voice softened, and she looked away only to have her face pulled back in his direction. “Kay-kay, look at me.”

She made the mistake of doing just that, getting lost in his eyes again.

“I miss you,” Erik murmured.

“Erik-”

“Look, I know, ok? I know. And I’m sorry, Kay. I really am- no, look at me. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you...but I miss you, girl.”

Kayla’s eyes welled up with tears that she tried her hardest to blink away, but one had the nerve to fall. Erik wiped it away, and the next one, and the next one. A sob wracked Kayla’s body, and he wrapped his arms around her body.

“Don’t cry, babygirl. I know you worked hard on your makeup.”

Kayla laughed through her tears, but the emotions washed back over her, and she buried her face into his chest. It was already soaked with gin, so what harm would a few tears do?

He held her and rocked her softly from side to side as she cried, and after a couple of minutes, she found the will to look up at him again. His cheeks were wet, so she reached up and swiped her thumbs over them as she held his face in her small hands. He nuzzled into them and kissed her wrists.

“I miss you, too, E,” she croaked.

“I know, babygirl.”

He leaned in to kiss her forehead, and she closed her eyes as his soft lips caressed her skin. They stayed intertwined for who knows how long until Erik felt Kayla begin to pull back. He looked down at her, and the two of them locked eyes. Before they knew it, their lips had met in the middle in a passionate embrace. They got lost in each other for a moment until common sense returned to Kayla, and she pushed him off.

“We can’t-”

“Why not?”

“Because…”

“Because what, Kay?” Erik’s voice rumbled as he closed what little gap was between their bodies. He left soft kisses on her temples before working down to her cheeks, then her jawline, and eventually the column of her neck. She let out a soft whimper when his teeth grazed the crook of her neck but pushed him back again before he could continue any further.

“Erik, I...I still love you, and-”

He attacked her lips with his, hands feverishly gripping her waist as he pushed her further into the sink. She had nowhere to go, and she was ok with that.

“I...love you...too...babygirl,” he whispered between kisses.

Kayla’s mind went blank as he lifted her up on the counter and pressed himself between her legs. She could feel him, all of him, and damn did she miss that monster between his legs.

“Erik,” she moaned as he nipped at her earlobe. He still knew how to play her body like a violin.

“Mmm, say it again.”

“Erik!” she squeaked as she felt his strong hands grip her thighs.

“Just like that,” he groaned, and she flooded her already wet panties.

“Baby-”

He connected his forehead to hers and stared deep into her eyes. “You miss me?”

“Mhm,” Kayla nodded with her lip between her teeth.

“I miss you, too, baby. I think about you all the time. Every day,” he pecked her lips, “every night. I miss everything about you, Kay-kay. Your off-key singing, your horrible cooking-”

“Shut up,” Kayla giggled as his hands traveled up her dress.

“Your body…fuck I miss this body. I miss how you smell, how you taste...how that tight little pussy feels wrapped around my dick.”

Kayla widened her legs for him as his fingers found their way to the seat of her panties, stroking up and down her slit. Erik kissed his way back down her face and over to her ear, his warm breath sending chills down her spine.

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself? Because I do. You’re all I see when I stroke my dick...wishing it was your hand...your lips...this fucking pussy.”

Erik pushed her panties to the side, and his nimble fingers circled her clit. Kayla let out a small moan that was music to his ears, making fingers move faster and her breath grow shallower with each rotation.

“Answer me.”

“Mhm.”

“Come on, babygirl, you can do better than that. You think about me when you play in your pussy? This pussy right here?” he asked as he slapped her vulva, her wetness sticking to his hand.

“Y-yes, baby-”

“Uh-uh, you know who I am. Say it,” Erik commanded as he snuck three fingers inside her wetness, making her moan loudly in his ear. “Shhh, you gotta be quiet, babygirl. You don’t want people out there knowing how much of a slut you are, right?”

Kayla shook her head no.

“That’s what I thought. Now, I asked you a question, Kayla,” he reminded her. His gruff voice made her weak, and the fingers that were steadily speeding up inside her certainly didn’t help. “Answer me. Who am I, babygirl?”

Kayla tried to hold out as much as she could. She didn’t want to say it, too proud to give in, but the way he was currently stretching out her pussy and curling his fingers inside her made her cling to his shoulders. The bastard knew what he was doing, and she didn’t want to let him win. But then, he played dirty and bit down on her neck. She cried out, and when he pulled back to look at her, the ferocity in his eyes drove her up the wall.

“I said, who the fuck am I, Kayla?” Erik growled. His hand sped up, making her weak with every thrust. She couldn’t hold it anymore and came undone around him, her mouth betraying her as his name fell from her lips.

“Daddy!” she gasped as her pussy spasmed, and he chuckled darkly.

“Damn right I am,” he kissed her lips, “now gimme that pussy. Daddy missed his pussy.”

Kayla heard a rip and felt the cool air between her legs as he tore through her panties to get to her treasure trove. She reached down between them and grabbed his clothed erection in her hand, making him groan as he bit down on his luscious bottom lip. She undid his belt buckle and slowly unzipped his pants before reaching in and pulling out his throbbing dick.

The longing in her eyes told him everything he needed to know, so he pushed her legs back and tapped his head on her clit.

“You want daddy’s dick in you?”

“Mhm,” she whimpered.

“Good.”

He pushed in and groaned at the feeling of her pussy walls gripping him as he sheathed himself inside her.

“Fuck, you feel like home.”

Kayla moaned into his neck in response and wound her hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust as he stroked into her slow and deep. She couldn’t form words. He felt so damn good inside her that Kayla’s brain had short-circuited. Erik’s dick hit spots that she could never find herself no matter how hard she tried. Even in her dreams, he drove her body wild. She had spent the last year trying to find somebody, anybody who could make her feel that way, but nobody could compare to Erik Stevens.

Erik and Kayla panted heavily into each others’ mouths as he made love to her body, and as soon as Kayla started to tense up, his thrusts grew harder.

“I-I-”

“I know, babygirl. Daddy feels it,” he groaned as he nipped at her bottom lip. “Cum on my dick like a good girl.”

His words sent Kayla into overdrive, and her body shook as she spilled over him. Her spasming walls hugged him tight, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, begging him with her eyes.

“You feel amazing,” she moaned.

“Mhm. I know them other niggas wasn’t hitting it like this. I just know it. Look at you, cumming all over daddy’s dick. Look at it!” He grabbed her chin and made her look down at her throbbing pussy as his dick slid in and out of her.

“We look so good, daddy!”

Erik slammed into her, and she bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming. He gave her his all over and over, rocking the countertop in the process.

“We’ll look even better if you let me cum in this pussy. Mix my cum with yours-”

“Yes!”

“Yes?” He chuckled. “You want it that bad, huh? Nasty ass, in here getting fucked while that bum ass nigga’s waiting for you upstairs.”

“Mmm, I want it.”

“Want what, babygirl?” Erik teased as he brought his thumb to her clit, strumming it slowly as he thrust into her.

“You. I want you to cum deep in me.”

“Shit,” Erik groaned. “You want it deep in there?”

“Mhm. Put it where it belongs, daddy.” Kayla licked up the side of his neck, making his knees buckle. “Cum in your pussy.”

Erik lost all sense of control and pounded into her tight pussy, somehow getting even deeper in preparation for his release. Kayla held on tight as she felt him begin to spasm inside her, and she released around him again as his deep moans tickled her ear. Erik thrust extra deep and held his dick in place as he emptied his balls into her warmth, whimpering lightly as she rubbed his back to soothe him and bring him back down.

“I missed you, babygirl.”

“I missed you, too, daddy.”

They stayed like that, wrapped up in each other until their breathing slowed. Erik was the first to move, slowly pulling himself out of Kayla as she whined at the loss of contact. He kissed all over her face before planting a slow, sweet kiss on her lips.

“I can’t let you go again, Kay-kay,” his voice cracked as tears threatened to fall from his eyes again.

Kayla pulled him back in and kissed him so deeply that she nearly lost herself in him again, but he pulled away and looked her in her eyes.

“I’m serious, girl. I’ll do anything. I’ll marry you, give you as many big-headed babies as you want. Just, please, Kay-” she cut him off with another kiss to shut him up.

“We should go back to my place and talk,” she whispered, and Erik’s face lit up. Something about the way she said it, the way she kissed him, the way her body still responded to his...it gave him hope. Kayla smiled at him and pecked his lips once more before hopping off of the sink. He had to catch her because her legs were wobbly, and she stumbled a little in her heels.

“You aight?” he laughed.

“No, nigga,” she slapped his chest, and the two of them got caught in a laughing fit. They had really just fucked in the bathroom at Chez Martine. Kayla was on cloud nine until a thought occurred to her, and her face fell flat. “Oh, shit.”

“What?” Erik’s face turned serious, and his eyes scanned over her body, looking for whatever the problem was.

Kayla started giggling again, and he looked confused.

“What is it?” he asked, barely able to keep a straight face. Her laugh was always so infectious…

“Demetrius.”

“Who?!”

“My date.”

“Girl, don’t worry about him. He probably thinks you dipped out anyway.”

Kayla shrugged and fixed her dress as Erik stuffed his shirt back in his pants. They checked their reflections in the mirror, and Kayla was pleasantly surprised that her makeup was still intact thanks to that setting spray she had splurged on the other day.

“Ready?” Erik asked as he admired her beauty. Kayla nodded, and he unlocked the door, opening it to find Duncan leaning against the wall with a sour look on his face. Kayla’s eyes blew wide as she tried to figure out what to say to her date for the evening.

“Heyyy, um…”

“Denzel,” he seethed.

“Yeah, sorry. So, um, we’re-”

“Sorry, bruh,” Erik clapped him on the shoulder, “but we heading out. Bathroom’s all yours, though.”

Erik pulled Kayla along, and she sent Deion an apologetic glance before following Erik up the stairs. It seemed the whole restaurant knew what had occurred, but neither one of them cared. They were just happy to be around each other again. It had been entirely too long.

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W.A.B

Erik x Meg

So there’s this girl.

Megan doesn’t like her.

thats okay though, she doesn’t need to like everyone all the time, and hell she never meets her eyes when she look at her, so the feelings probably mutual…

“You need to check your little work friend, Kay. I could smell the fake on that bitch the first time I met her. Now, she act like she can’t open her mouth to speak and she don’t even acknowledge my presence. I’m the first one to speak to her and she give that weak ass hi every single time.”

“Megan, sis, Monique is a little on the antisocial side. She just moved here all the way from Cali so she doesn’t know anybody except for me. Give her some time, she’ll come around.”

Megan rolls her eyes, “You steady sticking up for her.”

“She’s not a problem, girl. If it’ll make things easier I’ll talk to her.”

“I don’t need you to do anything, Kay. I already made my mind up about her.”

“Fine,” Kay threw her hands up with defeat, “I tried. I can’t change your mind.”

“I’m glad you know. Now, where are we going tonight again?”

Kay has been friends with Megan since grade school. Kay is about average height with deep brown skin, whiskey colored eyes, full lips with a gap in her teeth, small knot less braids in her hair that travels down her back, and a petite frame. Megan showed up at Kay’s place an hour ago because they both made plans this Saturday evening that some how included Monique. That part Megan was unaware about and she wasn’t thrilled.

“Remember Erik?” Kay said while applying her false lashes.

“Erik…Erik…”

Even after giving some thought to his name, Megan couldn’t recall who Erik was. She knew a lot of people but the name Erik didn’t ring bells.

“Tall, curly fro, dimples, tattoo of The Eye of Horus with the map of Africa on his back, big lips?”

“…girl I don’t know this nigga.” Megan said with a laugh.

“He used to hang around your ex. He came to the party you threw for him some months ago.”

“Ohhhhhh, the ex nigga I cried sick over? The one I wanted to fight for making me care?”

“Yes, he who must not be named…”

“Wait…do he got gold slugs in his mouth?”

“Yes!!!” Kay shouted.

“Mm…okay…he fine.”

“Ain’t he, Bitch.”

Megan could picture Erik’s face clearly now. She’s 5’10 and he was about 6’3. Megan didn’t say much to him when she first met him but her eyes did wander a few times.

“How you know this nigga got a tattoo on his back? You fuck em?”

“No!!!! I know because I follow him on ig and he stay taking shirtless pictures or having someone record him at the gym—”

“BITCH. You are invested.”

“You would be too.”

“Anywayssss, how I look?”

Megan stood up and did a 360. She’s wearing denim booty shorts, a white, fitted crop top, and black platform sandals on her feet. Her hair is in its natural state with curly clip ins to give it a more full look and she’s wearing light makeup.

“Not too much?” Megan asked.

“No, it’s cool. I’m wearing a dress, is that too much?”

“It depends on the type of party but I’m not surprised, Miss Bougie at the hood spots.”

“Fuck you!”

Kay grabbed her phone off of her vanity and swiped to left before bringing it to her ear.

“Hey, Mo. The door is open. I’m in my room with Meg. Okay…”

Kay hung up the phone before turning to face Megan.

“She just pulled up. Please be nice. No drama tonight.”

“Kay, I’m not your child. I ain’t with the rah-rah. She just better keep it cute. I just got my nails done, I’m not tryna break this new set—”

“WHY MUST YOU CHOOSE VIOLENCE?!!!”

Kay!

Megan knew that annoying ass Tweety Bird voice from anywhere. Megan suppressed her laugh and decided to act like she was occupied with her phone. Monique is stout and full-figured with tawny skin, curly copper-colored hair, and azure-colored contacts in her eyes. She’s wearing black leggings with a black wrap top that displayed her abundant cleavage and a minimalist sternum tattoo of the yin yang symbol. Monique walked in and her eyes flitted over to Megan sitting on Kay’s bed before she looked away to give Kay a smile with her arms spread wide.

“KAY-KAY!”

Monique squeezed Kay in her seat. Kay pulled away and went to check her make up to see if it smeared after all her hard work contouring.

“Girl, it’s still good. I should have known you would be doing your makeup when the function started an hour ago!”

“You know I gotta be fashionably late, Mo.”

Monique took a seat on Kay’s bed, her back to Megan. Megan looked Monique up and down as if she were worthless trash. Once again, she didn’t say hello, how are you, hi, good evening, NOTHING. Megan is usually the bigger person but tonight she won’t be. That bitch can’t speak then she won’t get a word out of Megan. Fuck her.

“Does Erik have a girlfriend?” Monique asked with a whisper as if she were trying to have a private conversation with Kay.

“Not that I know of, why? You got a thing for him or something? You know you shouldn’t be, right?”

Monique’s maliciously playful expression said it all.

“I ain’t tell you this but…he slid in my DMs.”

“Bitchhhhhh, what??”

Megan’s feline eyes peered over the top of her phone after Monique said that.

“I gave him my number and he called me seconds later to check to see if it was really me! Like boyyyy hold on!!!” Monique said with a roll of her eyes.

“But, that’s what you wanted though,” Kay said.

“He doesn’t need to know that…yet.”

Megan locked her phone and stood up from the bed, uncaring of anything else Monique had to say so she didn’t have to continue to hear her speak. It was about time for a drink and she was ready to go.

“Kay, you driving?” Megan inquired while grabbing her Telfar bag.

“I am. I know you’re ready to go.”

“Y’all keep sitting around chatting while the party going on so yeah I’m ready to go.”

Monique gave Megan the side eye but not a word slipped from her mouth. Megan was itching to say something but Kay’s pleading eyes is what stopped her.

“Let me grab my bag and then we can head out,” Kay stood up from her vanity and tossed Megan her keys, “you can start the car and I’ll be out.”

Megan’s eyes looked from Monique to Kay before she started walking away.

“Aight, DONT BE LONG!!!”

“Okayyyyy bitch!!!” Kay yelled after Megan before she disappeared down the hall.

Monique waited until she heard the door close to the apartment before she decided to speak.

“Kay…what’s up with your bestfriend? She got a problem with me hanging with you or something?”

Kay shook her head and sighed, “Mo, I’m not getting into that and I’m not gonna talk behind my girl back. All I gotta say is maybe you should talk to her, woman to woman. I’m just gonna leave it at that.”

Monique smiles, “Soooooo there IS a problem… mmkay.”

“Mo,” Kay stood still with her eyes unblinking on Monique, “No drama, whatever needs to be said will be said after the party.”

“All I’m worried about is Erik. That’s it.”

“Uh-huh…you ready?”

Kay and Monique left the bedroom and shut off all the lights in the apartment except for the light above the oven before leaving. Outside, Megan is sitting in the drivers seat, music vibrating the car from how deep the bass is. Kay walked around to the drivers side and knocked on the window. Megan rolled the window down for her and the loud music hit Kay’s ears instantly.

“So, you’re driving then?!”

“Yep! Get in the car so we can go!”

Kay walks around the front of the car to the passenger side to get in. Monique took her place in the backseat behind Kay.

“What’s his address?” Megan asked while clicking away on her phone, her long, acrylics making a tapping noise against the screen.

“The address is…9449 Briar Forest Dr.”

Megan pauses her typing.

“Dayummmm, he sent you the address too?!” Kay said looking back at Monique.

“Cuz, bitch, he know what’s up!”

Megan pulled off and exited the parking lot to the apartment complex. The drive will take 36 minutes and if she knew that before hand she wouldn’t have agreed to driving. Luckily, she had her music to keep her calm. At least she can focus on that instead of Monique bragging in the back seat like she found gold at the end of a rainbow. Megan crossed her eyes with annoyance at how dick whipped she is over a nigga she hadn’t even seen in person yet.

“I hope it’s some food there. You can’t throw a party without food you’ll have everybody fighting!” Kay said.

“…how old is Erik again?”

She can’t have a conversation without bringing him up every second.

“Idk…probably in his 30s.” Kay said.

“I like em’ older so that’s cool with me,” Monique stuck her tongue out, “how long until we get there?”

“Idk…Meg, how long?”

“About thirty minutes. Do I need to stop at 7 Eleven on the way?”

“Some water that’s all.” Kay said.

The drive was mostly silent minus the occasional mumbling of lyrics from a song. A 7 Eleven was ten minutes away from Erik’s place so they made a stop. The area was crowded with people hanging around their cars and taking pictures. All three women got out of the car and walked up to the 7 Eleven. A group of guys noticed them coming and one of them opened the door so they could enter. He didn’t hide his interest and he was about to grab Megan’s arm before she cocked her arm back.

“Boy, don’t touch me, I don’t know you,” Megan said defensively with a roll of her eyes, “you niggas can get real touchy…I fight niggas too, the fuck.”

“Damn, sweetheart, no need for the attitude.”

His friends snickered behind him.

“Let’s get what we need and go I’m not tryna go to jail tonight.” Megan said.

Kay went to the back of 7 Eleven where the fridges are and found three tall Deer Park water bottles for them. Megan couldn’t resist the urge to grab two party bags of hot Cheetos for herself later. Monique stood by the register typing away on her phone with a blush on her face.

“Let me guess, that’s Erik asking where you at?” Kay said trying to be nosy and look at her friend’s phone.

Monique moves her phone away, “Maybe.”

“Ain’t no point in being secretive, hoe, I know it’s him!”

“Omg…why is he trying to FaceTime right now?!!!”

“Probably drunk and wondering where you are. Answer it.”

Kay sat the water bottles on the counter at the register and Megan did the same for her chips. Kay insisted on paying for it so she pulled out a 20 dollar bill and handed it to the cashier. The usual chime from answering a FaceTime call could be heard directly behind Megan and when she turned she was staring straight into the camera at Erik. He was walking with a lime green solo cup in his hand, grinning with his decorated grill and dimples in the camera. Megan could make out shouting and music in the background.

He was looking damn good and Megan found herself staring a little too long causing Monique to angle the phone away. Megan laughed at that, amused that Monique would even think she gave a fuck about Erik. If she wanted him, she could take him. Period. Kay grabbed the bag with the water and Megan grabbed her chips. Monique had this fake uninterested look on her face but it was all a gimmick so she wouldn’t look desperate for the nigga. Megan couldn’t contain her giggling.

“Who’s that laughing?”

Megan’s face popped into view with her tongue out before she moved away. She knew that pissed Monique off.

“Hold up, is that Megan Wegan?!”

“Did he really just call you that?!!!” Kay said.

“What’s up, shorty! How you been? I ain’t know you fucked wit Monique.”

“I don’t.” Megan said openly and without pause.

Kay slapped her arm with her mouth wide open.

“Dayummmmm, still just as mean,” Erik chuckles.

“You called to speak to me, Erik. Let’s not get off topic about shit that doesn’t matter.”

“LeTs NOt GeT oFf ToPic aBoUT ShIT ThAT DoESNT mattER. Girl, BYEEEEE.”

“So that’s what you’re about? Acting tough and showing off? Megan, please,” Monique argues.

“And you tough? Yeen bout’ that life—”

“Can y’all two chill out?!” Kay shouts, gaining attention.

“Don’t bring that here or I’ma have to set up a ring for y’all to wrestle in,” Erik’s laughter came through the phone loudly and it made Megan smile.

“Make sure you have my 42, Erik, and just maybe I’ll play nice!” Megan said.

“I’m hanging up,” Monique ended the FaceTime and slammed the car door after she got in.

“This shit is brand new, Mo! Don’t be slamming my door!” Kay said.

“Let’s just go,” Monique crossed her arms over her large bust, “How much longer?”

“Just under ten minutes.”

Megan caught Monique scowling at her through the rear view mirror and she blew her a kiss. There is definitely some jealousy in her towards Meg. Nothing surprises her. She’s seen it all, lost so called ‘besties’ because of it. One friend spread a rumor about her in high school that resulted in a huge fight between Megan and two other girls. Another friend sold her nudes to some dudes and tried to lie about it. Kay is the only friend that has stuck beside her. She’s the only chick Megan trusts. No new friends, not even Monique.

When they arrived to Woodlake On The Bayou apartments, Monique texted Erik to come to the door. His apartment is on an upper level so they had to climb a set of stairs. Two minutes later, a door opened up and he popped his head out with a smirk. Monique increased the pace in her step to reach him first. Megan took slow strolls while snacking on her Hot Cheetos, watching Monique wrap her arms around Erik’s neck on her tip toes. Erik gave her short body a one arm hug before holding his door open for her to go inside. Kay waved hello shyly before following behind Monique. Before Megan could do the same, Erik blocked her entrance with his bicep.

He’s wearing an orange tank jersey so she could see the definition of his muscles on the side of his torso all the way up to his arm. He even smelled damn good. Megan lifted a brow at him as her eyes never left his, wondering why he’s not letting her in. Erik openly checked her out from head to toe, huffing with a shake of his head. If he had something to say, now is the time, especially since Monique is watching both of them like a hawk. Just more proof that she hates her for many reasons—looks, attention, blessings.

“We didn’t have a proper hello,” Erik bites his lip, “You lookin' good, Meg…still with that Lil’ nigga?”

“Ain’t that your friend? And you know his name, stupid.”

“I don’t know that nigga like that.” Erik said.

“So, you’re just friends with somebody he know?”

“Basically. Fuck allat…I’m glad you showed up.”

“You didn’t even know I was coming first of all,” Megan tried to walk past but Erik’s chest blocked her, “second, If you’re so fucking glad, why not let me in?”

“I just felt like messing wit’ you,” Erik slowly steps aside, “Come on in, girl.”

“THANK YOU.”

Erik closes his door.

“Party is in the living room. Ain’t much but a kick back. Ordered some pizza and wings, plenty of drinks to go around. Go help yourselves.”

“Good, cuz I’m starving,” Kay didn’t waste time going towards the living room, “Y’all coming?”

“Yeah,” Monique looped her arm around Erik’s, “But Erik gotta show me around first.”

Megan and Erik gave each other a quick look before she left him alone with Monique. That shit was a turn off and she could see in Erik’s eyes that he wasn’t feeling it too much either. Both of them knew why and once again it wasn’t a shocker. Megan and Kay made their way into the living room and there a group of guys with drinks and weed could be spotted with a handful of girls standing along the wall with drinks in their hands. Erik had music playing from his Echo and there, in the dining room, is the food and drinks. Megan didn’t recognize anyone there so she took a seat at the dining room table, grabbed a plate, and started filling it up with honey old bay wings.

“What you think so far?” Kay asked before taking a bite out of her pizza.

“It’s chill. The drink selection is lookin’ good!”

Megan noticed two bottles of 42 on the table unopened. She grabbed one and a lime green solo cup with a little bit of orange juice. She made herself a full cup and went back to eating her wings.

“You wanna know something? Erik was happy to see you, girl.”

“…was he? I couldn’t tell…”

“Megan, now you know—”

“Don’t say that too loud, your friend won’t like it. Speaking of your friend, there she go.”

Kay could see Monique sitting on Erik’s lap. She sat sideways with her arm around his shoulders while he talked to one of his friends. Megan checked his body language. Monique appears to be trying to gain his attention and Erik would give her a nonchalant head nod until one of his boys says something funny then he’s laughing. She had to initiate everything with him to gain his attention and he was giving her the bare minimum. Megan could feel his eyes on her even when she looked away. Clearly, he wanted to be where she was and not with Monique.

The 42 started creeping up on drink number two and Megan pushed away her plate of eaten wings before grabbing a napkin for her fingers. Kay was talking to some random chick about her hair and Megan didn’t have anywhere else to look but forward into the living room and Erik was in her line of vision. She smiled at Erik and he smiled back, showing off his symmetrical pearly whites and gold slugs. Megan rubbed her hands against her exposed thighs slowly, skin feeling warm and flushed. He turned his head away from her but Megan still had her eyes on him. They raked over his body and when they fell to his crotch she froze. It’s not his fault, she sat all that booty on his lap. That’s what happens, and he can’t help the fact that he has such a big dick. There he is, in his jeans, bulging nonetheless, dick looking like it’s halfway down his leg. Megan couldn’t believe it.

“Oh my God…”

“What?” Kay asked, looking into the living room to see what Megan could be talking about.

“Nothing. This drink just hit me faster than usual,” Megan plays it off with a laugh.

An hour passed and after a useless game of drunk Uno, Megan felt looser and wilder, twerking and taking shots. She almost forgot all about Erik and his Captain Hook until he approached her from behind, reaching over her to grab a slice of pizza. Megan looked back at him with a glare, mushing him playfully when he started chewing in her ear.

“Back up, Water Head!!!”

His gaze focused on her low cut shirt that exposed her cleavage. Megan pretended not to notice while drinking from her cup, eyes wandering every which way. A chuckle escaped her lips. It was the drink making her act silly.

“I can’t back up even if I wanted to, baby girl.”

“Don’t let your girlfriend hear you say that.”

“Girlfriend?” Erik’s top lip curled up, “You got it all figured out, huh?”

“You’re the one checking for her so…”

“I ain’t tied down, Meg. I’m a free agent.”

“Not to her. Y’all practically married,” Megan snorted.

“Nah…she fine…but she ain’t my girl. Plus, she got a nigga already.”

“What?!!”

Erik shakes his head with laughter, “You a trip. Yeah, she taken.”

“And got the nerve to get mad at me for talking to you. Little does she know, if I wanted you, I could have you. She think you safe? That hoe is played!!”

Erik couldn’t contain his laughter. He had a hand to his stomach, back bent over, and tears brimming his eyes. Megan gave him a weird look before joining him. Erik grabbed onto her arms to hold himself up but he was only weighing Megan down with him. They both ended up on the carpet, Megan leaning over him and Erik resting back on his elbows. Megan sat back on her knees to wipe her eyes and Erik tried to catch his breath. He looked up at Megan while licking his lips, his eyes falling on her chest again.

“I saw you lookin earlier, girl.”

“What?” Megan said.

“Looking at this,” Erik points to his crotch, “You see something you like?”

“You are soooooooo cocky!!!!!”

“But I can do that…you know I can.”

“…true,” Megan said with a small voice and a roll of her eyes.

Megan stood from the floor and pulled her shorts down because they had ridden up her thighs. Erik got into a push up position before standing and he was about to wrap an arm around Megan until he felt small hands grabbing onto his arm to gain his attention.

“Erikkkkk, C’mere,” Monique yanked on his arm to bring him to her eye level, “I gotta tell you something.”

Insecure?

“What’s good?”

Erik brought his ear to Monique’s mouth and she began to whisper. Monique stared at Megan with a smug look to challenge her and at that moment, Megan wanted all the smoke. That wrestling idea Erik had earlier started sounding like a great plan. Put Monique in the ring for Megan to handle.

“Shit…”

With her hand in his, Monique leads Erik out of the living room and Left Megan standing there. She wanted to know what she had to say that was such a secret.

“Meg…”

Kay motioned for her to come over and join them in a game of Jenga. Erik had the large pieces that you stack on the floor. Fuck it, why not?

“No!!! That’s cheating!!! You gotta choose the piece that you already had!!! Don’t go switching up!!”

Loud, sonorous laughter filled the living room from Megan’s irritation and some dude that was currently taking his turn in Jenga.

“I don’t remember that rule, Shawty. I technically didn’t grab the piece, I just tapped it and realized that I couldn’t use it so I moved on.”

“Cheating ass…”

Megan tried a middle piece. She pushed it with the tip of her nail and the tower began to wobble. She jerked her hand away quickly and held her breath, praying that it wouldn’t fall. When it finally stopped, Megan takes her two fingers to gently pull the piece. She went as slow as a sloth, ignoring the others trying to purposefully distract her.

“HA!!!!” Megan takes her piece and stacks it on top, “Now who’s laughing—NOOOOOOO!!!!”

The tower shook out of control and came tumbling down into a pile on the carpet. Megan kicked her feet and crossed her arms like a baby, lip poked out and a frown on her face.

“Awwww!!!! You won the last one though, babe!!” Kay said, trying to cheer her friend up.

“Fuck this, I’m going to pee,” Megan walked away with her middle finger extended to those who wanted to continue to laugh.

Out of the living room, Megan continued walking to the back of the apartment where the bathroom most likely was. It’s dark minus a door ajar on her right. She slipped past and looked in quickly only to stop dead in her tracks. Her eyes went wide with surprise and she wanted to speak but couldn’t because the visual before her eyes muted her completely. In what appears to be Erik’s room, Megan could see Monique on her knees and Erik’s back against a wall with his orange jersey folded beneath his chin and his jeans around his ankles.

His big veiny dick stood at attention and from the soft glow of his lamp light, Megan could see it glossy from her spit. Megan gasped and looked towards him, wondering to herself how he fuck with a dick that big. Sure, she could take it, dance on even, but goddamn. He grinned proudly down at Monique, talking lowly to her while she licked him. Erik would put his hand on the back of her head to try and force her mouth down and around him but she wouldn’t do it. Megan backed away from the door, contemplating on leaving, but fuck, that dick is just sooo big and shes struggling sooo much to take it. All that big dick in your face and mouth and all you can do is lick?

“Weak ass bitch,” Megan spoke with a hushed tone.

She talked a whole lot of shit, bragged about how Erik wanted her and how she’s the best and she can’t even prove it on her knees. How could she pass this chance to put her in her place? Show this girl that Erik ain’t some weak ass nigga with a weak ass dick. Dick that she’s probably used to that’s why she can’t throat him like he wants to. And Erik is being wayyyy too gentle at the moment. He’s supposed to tell that bitch to open up wide, present that throat, and shove that fat pole inside until she gagged. Continue to pump her pathetic throat and tell her how much of a pitiful little slut she is. That turned Megan on. Picturing Erik bucking his hips and his heavy sack knocking into her chin. Her nose running and eyes leaking with tears.

It was now of never.

Megan pushed open that door and walked inside, shutting it behind her. Erik looked up at her wide eyed, grabbing his dick to put it away. Monique noticed his change of mood and glanced over her shoulder to find Megan standing there with a smirk on her face.

“So, this is what you whispered about? You wanted that dick in your mouth.”

“Megan—”

“Shut up, bitch.”

Erik took his hand off his dick and squinted his eyes at Megan with a tilt of his head, wondering what she was up to. Megan walked over to them, got down on her knees, and looked up at Erik with her sultry eyes and lips parted. Her hand rose and latched onto Monique’s hair, her nails gripping tightly on her curls before she forced her face towards Erik’s still hard and curvy dick.

Megan smiled at Erik and spoke with the sweetest voice, “Here, let me help.”

Monique let out ragged breaths as Megan pressed her lips to her ear.

“Open your fucking mouth, bitch…”

Monique peered up at Erik and saw him shrug his shoulder.

“You heard what she said, open up.”

Monique cut her eyes to Erik’s dick and then slowly opened her mouth. She looked afraid and the fear made Megan smile. She could see Erik’s dick jump slightly from that.

“All this big dick in your face and you wanna act scared? Open up, Mo, or you’re getting smacked in the face with this dick. You ain’t leaving this spot until you suck this dick.”

“Hmm,” Erik bites his lip, “You know you want to.”

Monique closed her eyes and opened up again. Megan pushed her head down on it as deep as she can go. Erik stood still and his mouth gaped. A slow fuck yes escaped his mouth and Megan could feel her entire pussy tingle. Monique grabbed onto Erik’s thighs while Megan used her hair to move her head back and forth, Monique gagging and choking.

"awww you can do better than thaat,” Megan takes her hand to grab Erik’s heavy balls, “And these big nuts? You better get these too.”

“Damn, Meg…nasty…” Erik stiffened in Monique’s mouth when Megan began to caress his sack, “Hand is soft as fuck on my nuts…”

“This where all that cum at, huh? You gon’ cum in this bitch mouth? Huh?”

Megan pulled her head back and forth, each time Monique would pause, Megan would push her head a little bit longer, a little bit deeper. Sure enough, Monique was crying, her false lashes wet and mascara running. A faint whimper came from her and her hand landed between her legs. She slipped her hand into her leggings and started rubbing her clit. Megan noticed straight away and giggled.

“You like this? You like being used? A mouth to fuck? Look at you, rubbing that pussy. I bet that pussy is wet as fuck right now. Did I tell you to stop? Keep sucking this dick.”

“Damn, mouth feel good as shit, mmm,” Erik’s eyes went low and he started moving his hips to feed her some dick. His grunts had Megan staring up at him. She enjoyed watching the expression of defeat on his face. She loved the way his curved, fat dick looked coated in spit.

"Like being face fucked like this? you nasty little bitch…” Erik said.

“She does, look,” Megan pointed to Monique touching herself, “She got her hand down her pants all in her pussy.”

“I bet after I nut in her mouth she’ll bend over and show me that pussy,” Erik said with a deep voice.

“That’s what sluts do…they give that pussy up…ain’t that right?”

Monique nods her head. She sucked as hard as she could, spit bubbles making her look like she was foaming at the mouth. Erik grabbed the sides of her head and started face fucking her hard.

Gluck gluck gluck

“Fuck yes…mmm…got that big ass dick down your throat…Unh…show me you’re not a weak bitch and take that dick…look at him…he wanna cum so bad…you gon’ swallow that nut?”

Megan pulls her head off, looking at how messy she is now, drool all over her face and her makeup ruined by tears.

“I asked you a question…are you gonna swallow his cum, slut?” Megan said.

“Yes!” Monique shouted with a shaky voice.

“You better, or he’s gonna cum on your face.”

“Shit, I can do that too. She want it so bad I’ll paint her all over,” Erik tilted her chin, “I’m close…open that mouth back up so I can bust…”

“Get that nut, E,” Megan encouraged before pushing Monique and watching her lips go tight and cheeks sink in.

Megan could see Monique’s cheek poke out from the curved tip of Erik’s dick hitting her there. Imagine that dick doing just that but in your pussy. Mmm. Megan turns Monique’s head so she can suck Erik’s dick from the side. He brings his hands up to rest on top of his head, jaw clenched, nostrils flared, a guttural moan trapped in his throat. His hips are off the wall now and trembling. He’s so close. Megan felt her clit jump from how tight his balls had gotten.

“Damn, Erik,” Megan yanks Monique’s hair and she’s off his dick again, “Get that fat sack, bitch…you see how full it is? You better give that shit all the love it deserves.”

Megan shoved her face into his balls and Monique started licking and lightly sucking on him.

“SHIT. Oooh, Shit. Hmph…”

“Make this fine ass nigga cum, Mo,” Megan locked eyes with Erik, “I wanna see how that dick look shooting cum.”

“Oh yeah? It’s a lot…I can give you some of this whenever you want it.”

“That was the plan anyway,” Megan said with a smirk.

Monique was guided back to Erik’s dick and like a fiend she opened up wide and gulped that dick down. Megan stood up and grabbed Erik’s chin, taking her curled tongue to lick the seam of his lips before sucking his fleshy bottom lip into her mouth.

“Cum in her mouth…make her choke on that nut…show this bitch that she’s only good for sucking dick…you better not stick that big dick in her pussy…I’m taking that dick when I get on it…”

“Fuckkkkkkk—Megan you—Damn, I want you so bad, girl—”

His hips stuttered out of control and he knocked Monique’s head back with how hard his hips moved. Megan watched with lust filled eyes as he moved wildly in that tight mouth. He palmed the back of her head, his teeth sinking deeply into his bottom lip, stretching that bitch throat all the way out. Megan sucked on his neck and ear, and when he came undone he palmed her ass. Monique’s eyes squeezed shut and she began to cough from the load that Erik served her slut mouth.

“Don’t spit none of it out, swallow it,” Megan orders, “There you go…good girl…drink that nut…now lick your lips…”

Monique licks her lips and sucked on her fingers like she was eating butter cream frosting. Erik exhales, fixing his dick back into his briefs, completely ignoring Monique on her knees with a spit covered face. She looked freshly used and everyone from the party would notice. Monique stood up, awkwardly meeting Megan’s gaze. What could she say?

Thank you for helping me suck his dick

If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have been able to open my mouth and take him

He’s so big, I’m glad you showed up to assist

I’m sorry for being so rude to you, Megan, how could I ever repay you?

I hope I can get to suck his dick and eat her pussy at the same time.

Maybe I can be their bitch more often.

Megan fluffed her curly hair and gave herself a once over in Erik’s body length mirror before making her way towards the door as if nothing happened. Monique sauntered away quickly, mostly out of embarrassment that this even happened the way it did. Erik never left his spot on the wall, irritated that it wasn’t Megan that was on her knees to begin with.