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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 5 years

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I thought they deserved a little light fun for their trouble.

Part 15: Excursion

When you come to.. you can feel his presence next to you. Every languid movement of his rough fingertips sliding and dancing meticulously over the skin of your back, over soft hills and along the creases of valleys of the small rolls of your sides.. it all seems wonderfully endless like Nirvana is a place reached through portals embedded in his touch. It’s so expansive there’s no room to feel anything else because then you’d have to come down.. and you would rather stay in heaven. His fingers work overtime never ceasing, lightly exploring the land that is your body as you lay still with eyes closed, melded with the soft pillow, half awake. Awake enough to feel his soft flower petal soft lips press into your cheek repeatedly.. healing caresses.

“You look so peaceful.” The soft whisper is barely audible but you hear him and feel his breath lightly at your ear, those lips ghosting ever so subtly over your lobe before trailing in a whisper-soft line from your jaw to your shoulder. “Hello, beautiful.” The smile in his voice makes you warm and you fight the muscles in your face to stay neutral. “I saw that,” he chuckles referring to the slight twitch of your cheek. “You’re not sleep.” You can feel the light rush of air from his words on your skin. You whine not wanting to leave your cloud. His palm rubbing your right buttcheek in soothing circles threatens to put you right back to sleep until he grips both cheeks and spreads them exposing your center to the air. The bed moves and the cool air is eclipsed by his finger sliding through your lower lips and then the slick feel of his tongue.

“Turn for me,” he whispers putting a hand on your side and encouraging your motion as you roll onto your back. It’s amazing he didn’t yank or toss you as much as he’d manhandled you, you smirk. “What’s so funny?” He smiles and you shake your head.

“I was just thinking about how gentle you’re being. You’re never gentle like this.”

“You wouldn’t know.. We’ve had sex one time…”

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“That was more than once,” she scoffed causing Erik to bury his face in her neck to be close again. There was something about the proximity. He loved being able to reach out and touch, feel, and caress someone. It gave him the intimacy he so often lacked being who he was in the life he was in. There wasn’t much room for this.. soft shit. There wasn’t much room for anything deeper than a quick session and he wasn’t really touching like this. He was groping, pulling, and shoving. Typically, that was perfectly fine and even preferable.. but in moments like these, he remembered how good it felt.. How normal.. Slow and simple touch.

“I count that as one time,” he whispered. Despite the number of rounds, if they’d kept going it was always one time. He must’ve tickled her with his beard or something because she tucked her chin.

She was more relaxed than Erik had ever seen her. Her breathing was even as she lied still, her lazy smile liberated from her daily insecurity and apprehension. Her body held no tension. It was a rare and welcome moment where no anxiety seemed to hassle her. Her mind seemed clear and her pretty brown skin had a natural glow marked with small bruises from his tight grasp and his bite. The bruises were of her neck, titties, thighs, and waist though they were faint. The combination of elements to create the masterpiece he was currently appraising brought him pride like he hadn’t felt in a while since dealing with his subs. He’d done this. His touch, his words, his dick.. they had brought the most peaceful version of her to the forefront, a visible change. This was her at her most beautiful. Her body moved naturally with no hesitation, breathing in and out easily. He smiled at her humored expression as she laid still on her back and analyzed him, not even focused on the fact that she’d thoughtlessly lifted her leg allowing him to settle between her fleshy thighs.

Her mound was still heated as he covered her entire pussy with his mouth in a passionate lock, his tongue sweeping her lips as if it were her mouth and tongue dancing with his. His tongue flattened on the underside of her clit and he drew it into his mouth, closing his eyes and drifting to a different zone, absentmindedly sucking and flicking as he sighed in contentment. Y/N’s sharp grip on his locs at the root pulled him back to reality and he heard her soft moans growing increasingly more strained. She was close. He continued even when she came, collecting the sloppy prize he’d worked for on his tongue even as she pushed at his head and shoulders. Stop? Now? Stopping now would be like ordering and waiting on the food and leaving when it finally came to the table. That would be a wasted trip. This was the part of sex where she’d realize that no other nigga would ever make her feel like this and that he couldn’t be replaced. This was the point where all of his subs got addicted. It wasn’t necessarily just the dick, though his stick was magic. It was his immaculate tongue game because he ate for her pleasure as well as his own. He put his forearms over her thighs and under her kneecaps, locking his hands over her pelvis freezing her in position so she couldn’t run. He watched her struggle as he continued to feast, humored by her attempts to flee as she came again, heaving. He was having fun and she wouldn’t take that from him.

When he was good and ready, he released her and her body melted back into the bed like a marionette doll with its strings released. She looked surprised but resigned when he hopped up lining himself up at her entrance, unable to gather the strength or momentum to stop him. He could see in her already sated face that she didn’t expect to get dick too.. again.

“Clenching already,” he mused lowering his chest to hers, rocking into her so that the mattress bounced and shook. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around him and he kissed her jaw whispering in her ear as she replied breathlessly in his.

“This pussy wet as hell.. Who got your pussy this wet?”

“You, daddy.”

“Yeah? Say that shit again.. You like when daddy fuck you like this baby?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Say you like this fat dick up in that pussy.”

His dick twitched in her when she repeated him and he had her say it over and over. He knew she had to have felt it, her power.

“You sound so fuckin good.. You finna cum? Say my name when you cum.”

“Eriiiiikk,” she gasped like a prayer rocking under his weight. That was it, he knew it was either pull out or prepare for children neither of them were ready for. He pulled out, releasing a large load on her stomach watching as some of it pooled in her bellybutton and some slid down a crease in her side. Damn.

As he sat catching his breath, he looked over the room and back to Y/N once more. She was at peace yeah, but if she was anything like him.. and he knew she was.. she was starving and probably a little bit weak after exerting all that energy.

“Aight so, I like laying up with you and shit woopdeewoo, but a nigga need nutrition, you feel me? I gotta eat something other than pussy or my whole mood finna be fucked up and don’t none of us want that.”

“Pick my outfit,” she sighed stalling for more time in bed to collect herself.

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Tugging your afro back out and into place after leaning on the seat in the uber next to Erik who tried to suffocate you the entire ride with his mild scent of delicious spice.. you clack down the sidewalk with your black red bottom heels and mid-thigh length kimono style red dress while Erik strides next to you in a red long sleeved shirt that looks like it's made of a soft material. It clings to the defined cuts of his body mapping out his pecs and broad shoulders in a way that looks effortless. He wears a gold Rolex and his gold-rimmed glasses sit on his nose as he looks ahead not even trying to be the model that he is. His hair is tamed today, molded over to the side and his black pants look tailored because they fit his long legs perfectly. His black loafers are like new.

"What you looking at," he asks suddenly, eyes still forward. You could bite him he looks smells so yummy.

"You. You clean up nice," you tease.

"Was that a compliment? Damn, I fucked you real good," he gapes causing you to stop walking, the clacking on the sidewalk ceased. He turns, to face you with a smirk like you're tripping.

"See, you do too much that's why I don't say anything. You get the big head."

"Come kiss me," his fingers curl beckoning.

"No," you pout stepping around him feeling him pull you back.

"Yes."

Yes, your mind agrees. But your stubborn mouth says, "No," and your stubborn feet walk off.

"Such a brat," he chuckles beside you again. "How you compliment me and get mad?"

"Erik ain't nobody messing with y--Dude.. It's so freaking tall," you gape coming to a stop to look up at the Reunion Tower standing creme white in the midst of shorter buildings which are also tall. You've only just noticed it somehow. It looks like something that would be in a theme park, like the Drop Zone. You can see the little windows at the top.

"561 feet. The 15th tallest building in Dallas. We can go see the 1st too if you want.. I never asked if you were afraid of heights," he says and you can see him eyeing you from the corner of your eye. "You nervous?"

"It's a good nervous, I'm excited." Bouncing with anxious energy, you forge ahead watching the building get taller the closer you stand.

"Two day and night tickets," Erik says pulling his wallet. The dim lighting with the bright blue lights on the walls remind you of an aquarium the way it's artfully done, cool and blue with an air of fun. It's a creative space, very cozy. Suddenly it doesn't feel like you're casually hanging out anymore. It feels like an honest to God date.

"This looks so cool," you whisper looking around. "What's that green light for?"

"Green screen," a lady with a vest and nametag smiles. "Would you like a picture?"

"Ye-"

"No, but thank you," Erik interrupts.

"Erik, come up a bit you're not camera shy. I know you're not. As pretty as you think you are?"

"Nah. We can take pictures I just rather we do it ourselves so that we have control over where it goes and how it's used."

"Erik.. it's one picture. Come on," you prod. It's not the money and it's not his looks. What other reason would there be for not taking a picture with you right now? "Is it me?"

"Why would it--" he narrows his eyes and drops his head looking irritated before shaking his head in relent. "Aight. Fine. Let's take the damn picture."

"Attitude?" He needs to check it. A photo shouldn't frustrate him so much. It's just a photo. You step closer and he puts his arm around your waist. "Can you smile?" He smiles and you look to the camera to smile getting the shot. "So where do we pick up the picture?"

"We'll print it and then it'll be available for purchase but it'll take a few minutes."

"We'll wait," you say walking to appreciate the walls lit blue and white in patterns. "Don't the white lights kind of look like fireflies?"

"Fireflies... I can see why you'd say that," he mumbles from behind. Probably still salty about the picture. "Hey."

"What," you say turning around noticing the phone held up in his hand. "Really nigga? Delete it. You got me off guard, it probably looks crazy. The corners of his lips turn up as he continues watching his phone screen. "You still taking pictures. I see your thumb. Stop, wait! You try to pose on the spot and he keeps snapping as you move to a different pose, touching the wall. He changes angles, squatting. "Get my good side," you instruct tilting your head down and to the left.

"All your sides are good sides," he says dryly before standing and flipping through the shots he'd taken. When he looks up your phone is in your hand aimed at him and you already have two similar looking photos of him standing there looking delicious, flipping through his gallery. One corner of his mouth lifts mischievously and you capture that too. He grins wide like a toddler and you snap three pictures of that watching him come back with his camera on you. "Aight, Goofy, go check on the picture."

You go to pick it up and it's you two in front of the building like a post card only they fit the entire building and some background into the photo. It's great quality and the way Erik holds you close to himself you look like a real couple. He pulls it from your fingertips to look it over.

"We do look good," he says staring at it before handing it back. "Let's go look around some more."

Walking alongside Erik, you walk through a square-panneled hall lit a reddish orange. It's like you're on your way into a 90s dance club or a rave. At the end is an elevator and another lady in a vest. This time she's black and when you enter the elevator it's kind of dark and blue.

"Oh my God," you pant excitedly making out Erik's blue grin as the woman in the vest walks in behind you and presses a button that dings. The doors close.

"So welcome to the reunion tower one! My name's LeAsia I'm your elevator ambassador for this afternoon and to our rear, this is the Eastside of Dallas. Our first view." Natural light floods the elevator through the window and you see treetops and buildings along with a whole lot of big blue sky. It looks like a post card. "It gets better the higher we go." The higher the elevator goes, the more expansive the view becomes as the image disappears and reappears with the passing of each floor marker. 16 seconds is all it takes to get up since the elevator is moving so quickly. The elevator ambassador mentioned the exact speed, but you forgot it as soon as she said it. "When we reach the geo deck we will be 150 meters above ground. You can see everything within a 35 mile radius." Now THIS view is beautiful.

"Cool," you blurt watching more land come into view. Erik's quiet chuckle has you glancing over and he's watching you.

"You guys are so cute," the ambassador whispers and you smile at her before looking back to the scenery. The elevator door opens. "Here we go," she says and when you step out there's holographic wallpaper and a buttload of people, but it's not so crowded that you can't move about freely. Stepping around the groups, you head to the long row of floor to ceiling windows.

"You can actually go outside," you point pulling Erik by the hand as you lead him to the doors where the wind blows loudly. There are little telescopes or whatever you call them that let you zoom in when looking at different buildings. "This is amazing," you grin standing to look out over the city as your fro blows about. His locs get flung around a bit too and you try not to laugh because you know yours is windblown as well. The sun looks like it's across from you and a train goes by underneath you in a slow crawl. It looks like a toy.

"Let me look," Erik says taking control of the scope. He looks to be enjoying it as much as you. When you're both done on the deck, you go back inside and look around some more, exploring before deciding lunch has been delayed long enough. You still hadn't eaten and his stomach had reminded you both of that fact.

"In here," he says walking into a place called Cloud 9. "Shit, all these fuckin old ass colonizers this shit look like a Cracker Barrel."

"But that view though!" The view was to die for, glass all around. You didn't mind the old white people, you just wanted to sit there and look out of the large windows. You were both seated and the food didn't take too long thankfully and it wasn't bad at all. As a matter of fact you were surprised by the presentation.

"You gonna eat that,” Erik asks pointing to the cocktail shrimps left over from your appetizer, taking them before you can answer, he takes one plopping it in his big mouth as you gape at him watching him chew obnoxiously.

“You could’ve waited and I would’ve told you that I did plan to finish it I’ve just been caught up with this entree.”

“That’s obviously why I didn’t wait,” he says eating another. Nodding, the petty side of you kicks in and you pretend to go for another forkful of your chicken before stabbing into his New York strip steak with your knife. His eyes bulge as you slide it to the edge of his plate before he blocks you, pulling on your hand along with your fork and angrily shoving both to your side of the table.

“WHAT THE HELL’S WRONG WITH YOU,” he snaps quietly looking disgusted. You’re taken aback, but press forward masking your mild discomfort. He ain’t have to get that mad.

“I want a piece..,” you murmur. Your fork waits for the next drop in his defenses.

“No. You know I hate sharing food that’s why you got your own, you should’ve ordered the steak if that’s what you wanted.”

“But I didn’t want the whole steak, I just wanted to try it and now that I see how it looks I just want a bite..” He fights your fork again.

“No. Hell no.” He continues to smack, his eyes on his plate and head shaking like he’s still offended you’d even dare try something like that. It’s annoying, his reaction, but you’re not mad. This is a perfect opportunity to try out the new card he’s given you to play. It hasn’t been lost on you, his tendency to melt over a single word.

“Hmmm,” you pout feeling semi-foolish. “Please daddy?” His chew slows as he makes eye contact, his expression dull. You wait to see how he’ll respond.

“…No,” he blurts returning to his food, but the fact that his response has softened has you itching to try it again.

“Pleeeease daddy? Just a piece?”

He blows an irritated breath through his mouth as he looks from his plate, off to the side through the window, and back up to your eyes. Rolling his eyes he cuts a bite-sized piece and plops it on your plate bringing a grin to your face that he ignores shaking his head and returning to his food.

“Can I have a sip of your drink,” you cheese watching him.

“Y/N… Don’t push it,” he warns with a stern look to say you're too transparent.

“Please daddy, just a tiny sip,” you push pouting innocently and pinching the air. Stabbing the bite of steak he gave up, you put it in your mouth. It’s tender. He continues to ignore you. That won’t do. You wave a hand in front of his face drawing his wild eyes. He looks irritated.

“…Don’t do that shit,” he sneers returning to his food with an eyeroll. Touchy… It seems there are limits to his generosity even with the password and you back off, not wanting to wake the beast. You'd both been having so much fun. Suddenly he sits back in his seat and smirks. “You so fuckin scaryy… I think you get anxious when you see certain facial expressions. I noticed that when we had sex, you bitch up a lot when someone’s facial expression is aggressive. What you think I'm finna do to you? Seriously. Don’t look at me like that,” he chuckles noting your sudden irritation.

"Oh you like to play," you nod going back to your food. "That's okay."

“What your short ass finna do, dwarf? You telling me you got hands? …Huh?" He kicks your foot under the table and you jump giving him the evil eye.

"Stopp."

"You got hands, lil one? Can you fight? If a bitch touch you right now, you ready?"

"What?"

"Nah, you a runner. You sprint from bitches. You sprint from niggas. You sprint from the dick. You damn near FloJo when it come to conflict. Usain Bolt on that ass.”

"I don't have to suffer these fallacies and fairy tales." You start to get up from the table and walk away from him and his patronizing conversation but change your mind because it would only bring him joy proving his point. Instead, you sip your lemonade and look out of the window. No he didn't say Usain Bolt. “You’re irritating as hell.” His head cocks to the side with those damned judging eyes and you kiss your teeth.

“Aww,” he teases, his lower lip hanging in a pout. “Babygirl mad?… Grow up. Conflict will always be there. We're gonna grow you up today. That's what we're gonna do."

"Grow me what," you scoff drawing back.

"A spine."

"No thanks, I have one."

"Then why you drinking lemonade when you asked for tea?"

".....Shut up. I like lemonade too, so I didn't really mind."

"That's not the point. Direct that energy to the waiter and ask for a sweet tea."

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Erik watched as she looked at the waiter, raising her hand halfway and lowering it awkwardly when he turned to another table not seeing her. It was so sad. She put her finger up again and he looked pass her not even seeing her and turning around. She put her finger back down looking awkwardly to Erik who stared her down in disappointment. He raised his brow. Was that it?

"You're in Texas... If you you wild out one time, who is gonna know? Do something." She seemed to understand reading his mind and she stood to follow the waiter. He turned when she reached him and Erik saw their mouths moving. The waiter nodded and she smiled before making her way back to the table.

"He said he'll bring me a sweet tea, it was a mixup," she smiled again fidgeting and adjusting her dress.

"Put your hands flat on the table," he ordered and confused, she obeyed. Her eyes were wide in question, but he waited until she calmed down. "You look beautiful. And you did okay, I'll give you a C+. Now eat your food." She paused before deciding to pick up her fork again and this time she didn't fidget.

"Where to," he asked when they were out on the sidewalk walking aimlessly. He didn't really care where they went. He was at peace just walking, but he knew she wouldn't last in those heels all day.

"Let's go to the tallest building," she smiled suddenly.

"We can do that.. it's a bank though," he chuckled as she frowned. He pulled out his phone. "Okay how about.. Hm. You've been shopping already. We ate. You wanna hit up the amusement park?"

"YES," she yelled pulling out her phone with a quickness to pull up the uber app on her phone.

"Well damn. I would've taken you to one before if I knew you'd get this excited."

She grinned in response. The trip wasn't bad and the park had just opened. She wanted to do everything, pulling him everywhere. First, he had to stop in a shop and buy her some sandals she could walk in, letting her carry her heels in the plastic bag the sandals came in.

"Oh my God," she groaned, "God bless flip flops."

"I wish God would bless them dogs attached to your ankles," he mumbled just to mess with her. In actuality, he wasn't even paying attention to them Ruff Ryder's.

"My feet are done, don't you ever in your life come for me," she pointed gripping him up aggressively by front of his shirt. She ain't mean to, but she was turning him on.

"I'm sorry, don't hurt me," he pleaded shrinking up. He laughed till his stomach hurt when she unleashed smacking his arm repeatedly like she could possibly hurt him. "Aw shit," he breathed between cackles. She hit him once more, mad that she couldn't do damage and he wiped the tears from his eye. He caught her hand, wrapping her up in and embrace when she tried again, redirecting her to a ride. "Look at the person bungee jumping," he pointed using her hand. She was easily distracted. "You wanna jump," he asked suddenly wondering how much she weighed. These things always had weight limits. This was something he didn't usually need to think about with his other subs because they were built differently, but for her safety now he had to ask. "How much do you weigh?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. That wasn't a good enough answer and he didn't want her to be embarrassed if she exceeded the weight limit. He looked around wondering what they could actually do. That's when he saw the Skycoaster.

"Come on." He pulled her toward the ride and when their turn came, instead of risking riding in the same sling, he decided to go first as a Guinea pig and demonstration since he carried some weight as well. He was secured over a sling-shot like peice of equipment and laying on his belly with his limbs free when it pulled him back further and further and further. Higher and higher into the air. Based on the trajectory, he knew he'd take off. Further and further back he was dragged as Y/N watched him from afar. They were really building the anticipation. He could feel the wind as he was high up. Higher still. And then he bounced dangling in the air as if he'd reached the end. Suddenly he dropped and while his adrenaline raced, he felt like he was soaring. He shot forward before the tension pulled him back and we swung back and forth dangling and twisting this way and that in the air. He could hear Y/N scream and it tickled him. He could imagine how she'd scream when it was her turn.

Finally he danced back and forth close to the ground at a distance and pace where he could be freed.

"Your turn little one," he smirked watching as she was secured, her face now nervous. He held her bag of shoes and her flip flops. "Breathe," he reminded her, breathing in and out visibly to direct her. "It's fun. It's like flying," he grinned watching her wide eyes on him as she was pulled back further and higher. "RELAX," he yelled chuckling with the ride operator.

"AHHHHHHHSSJKLHG," she screamed as she was dropped. He almost pissed himself from laughing as she screeched, thrown back and forth. She finally calmed down when she realized it was almost over and she was closer to the ground, moving slower. He watched her try to act like she wasn't just screaming bloody murder as his eyes creased with tears. "Shut up," she huffed walking up, her equilibrium thrown off. He couldn't help it. He had to get one last hard laugh in as he turned away so she couldn't see his face. She still heard him and hit him again. "It's not funny," she frowned.

"The way you screamed gibberish like that, baby, it was hilarious." She'd stormed off but she was still barefoot which didn't help a nigga trying not to laugh. "I got your shoes," he called after her, his voice cracking with the laugh he'd tried to smother.

"Leave me alone," she yelled. She wasn't mad, just mildly embarrassed and trying to move away from the ride as quickly as possible. He decided to humor her. This was fun.

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cosmichoneyedblossoms · 5 years

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Secret Velvet

Pairing: Gangster Ziu x Lawyer Reader

Genre: Gangster!au x Lawyer!au | Angst | Smut

Word Count: 1,889

A/N: @xkpopobsessedx asked for a Ziu imagine not too long after he became her bias, it’s taken me forever to write him, but here he is

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Pulling up into your usual parking spot in the driveway, you sighed leaning back into the driver's seat, taking a moment to breathe before walking into a house filled with rowdy men. The white siding of the house held the glow of the porch light, the windows spilled the light from inside the walls, it fading into the dark midnight that cloaked the town—the gorgeous farmhouse definitely didn’t match the people who reside in it. You turned off the car and stepped out to notice a cab pulling up to the driveway of the house, the front door opened to reveal a woman with bleached strands of pleasure tangled hair stepping out of the house.

A woman…?

Another body appeared in the doorway, this time a body you knew. You walked up the sidewalk for a voice to call out your name, “Y/N. You’re home late.” Baron’s throaty voice made you look up at him, the woman standing next to him wore a contorted sneer as she watched you walk up the steps of the porch.

“I know.” You tried to push past him when his hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him until you were pressed against his body.

“You should’ve let us know you were gonna be this late.” You looked up into his liquor tainted eyes, knowing exactly what he was doing.

“Law student papers take a while to grade, B.” He nodded, humming a response when his eyes flicked over to the woman standing there.

“Why’re you still standing there? Your cab is here.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“Whatever, Baron.”

“See ya later… Krissy.” He chuckled, rubbing your side. You could tell that she was annoyed by the way he was tossing her out like last nights garbage.

“It’s Kimmy...” She huffed turning on her heels and stormed her way to the cab. You waited until the car pulled off to shove Baron from your body.

“What the fuck man.” You walked into the house and kicked off your heels while Baron chuckled behind you.

“I’m sorry, she was getting to close for my liking—”

“Y’know, you could just stop bringing girls home from the clubs you guys go to. They’re all trashy.” You hissed walking down the hall towards the living room.

“Hey don’t get mad at me. We all brought girls home.” You stood in the archway of the living room to see the rest of the guys lounging around the room.

“All of you brought girls home?” Your question didn’t seem to surprise them as five heads nodded.

“Most of us had them out before one.” Lou gruffed and you glanced down at your watch.

“It’s almost two-thirty—hold on, all of you had women in my house?” Dropping your messenger bag, you crossed your arms, your blood starting to boil.

“Is that a problem?” Geumhyuk cocked his head like they weren’t criminals.

“Is it because we’re criminals?” Ace laughed, nudging Ziu who sat quietly next to him, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Don’t act like you aren’t. You guys were caught on camera yesterday after fighting with a rival gang and you decided to celebrate your victory by going to the club and bringing trashy women into my home, which by the way, I’m graciously letting you live here—”

“Y/N—”

“Do not interrupt me, Jacob!” You growled, your face flushed with frustration while you took a deep breath, “So if you want to get your rocks off…Go. To. A. Hotel.” All seven heads nodded, their agreement only slightly alleviating your annoyance, “I’m taking a shower then going to bed…” You walked past the boys to the double doors that sat next to the stairs and opened them to disappear into your side of the house.

The scalding water against your skin helped bring your anger back down, aided in melting away your stress of the day. You could fall asleep in the warmth, but you needed to sleep in your bed tonight, spending every night in your home office chair has your back begging for a break; with that thought, you turned off the water and stepped out of the shower to wrap a towel around your glistening skin. You began to start your nightly routine when a knock came from the door accompanied with the creaking of its opening, “Don't you have enough manners to not walk into a room where you know a woman is undressed?” The casual tone that fell from your lips caused a muffled chuckle to come through the sliding door separating you from the other person.

“Oh, I do, but not for you.” The door slid open for Ziu’s towering height and electric red hair to step into your space.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You grabbed your bottle of toner and a cotton pad and began to tone your skin.

“What do you think it means?” His voice filled the steam tainted air around you causing your heart to race, you didn’t have to look at him to know his eyes were trailing your exposed skin.

“Just because I’m your lawyer doesn’t make me less than a woman, I’m just an extremely less trashy version of the girls you guys bring home.” Tossing the toner soaked pad into the trash you started to apply moisturizer to your skin; cold fingers ghosted over the back of your neck, their gentleness carefully threading themselves into your messily damp hair.

“Are you jealous?” All your senses were focused on his voice that appeared close to your ear, so close you could feel the heat from his breath tickling the outer shell.

“No, I’m not.”

“Then you won’t be upset when I say my girl is here?” He could see your eyebrows furrow in the hazy mirror, feel your body tense under the touch of his fingertips.

“What?” You tried to hide the twinge of anger in your voice, but it was hard.

“She’s here, waiting for me to just strip her of what little clothing she has on…” His fingers slipped under the hem of the towel that loosely hugged your frame, “Her eyes have been screaming for me to squeeze between her thighs—”

“Ziu…” You hissed hearing him ramble on about the girl in his room, waiting for him, “What did I say downstairs? Get your trash out—”

“You really want me to take you outside? I mean if you want to fuck in moonlight and grass, we can.” He hummed pulling your back against his hard chest, ghosting his lips over your shoulder and sliding his fingers up your thighs, the sweetest of chills flooded your skin, “I didn’t know you were into public sex…” His long extremities brushed over the shape of your pussy, his touch already sending pleasure coursing through your body.

“I’m not… It’s against the law…” Spreading your legs more for him, he dipped fingers between your smooth lips, the pads of his fingers instinctively went to your clit while his lips burned their shape into the bend of your neck, his teeth animalistically marking you as his, staining your silk with the finest red wine. His fingers found your already wet hole, a slight hiss escaped him as he slipped two of them into your wetness.

“You’re always ready for me, aren’t you?” You couldn’t confess what him being around did to your body, he didn’t need to touch you for your body to drool, all he had to do was look at you—his eyes had your body in his trap. The curling of his fingers in your core had your previous thoughts melting away into bliss, he knew just how you liked it, knew just how you wanted it, he loved pleasing you…

“Ziu…” You gasped as your body was roughly bent over the counter, the coolness of the granite countertop bit at your blazing skin as your towel fell down to the ground.

“You’re so hot when you get all authoritative over us…” He pulled his hand from between your thighs to unbutton his pants, dark denim and black boxers fell to his ankles as his hand gripped his throbbing length and ran it up and down your slit, coating his cock in your naughty juices, “Am I the only one who knows you like to be dominated?” His question was all too rhetorical for you to answer because he knew he was and even if you did, you were too focused on the head of his cock sliding over your swollen clit to give a coherent answer. You pushed your hips to him, pinning his cock to his stomach, and you ground your need against him; your slick warmth caused a growl to escape his lips, “Careful what you ask for.” Rough fingers gripped your soft hips, his throbbing length delved deep into your gooey heat. A quiet hum left him, slender fingers traveled up your goosebumps ridden skin to tangle them in your damp strands of hair. The most blissful sound radiated from you as he pulled your head back by your hair while he prodded at your sensitive spot, he enjoyed being inside you, but he could honestly get off on the gasps and moans you made—in his eyes, you’re an angel falling from grace, comfortably indulging in sin.

Aggressive thrusts took over his hips, his cock rammed into you wildly, greedy attacking all the spots he knew you loved to have teased. The ache in your stomach craved release, the urge echoed through your every pulsing nerve; with each stroke of his cock in your drooling pussy, you turned into a moaning mess, not giving one care if the guys next door heard you. Ziu unburied his hand from your hair to wrap it around your neck, his thumb and index cradled your chin while he pulled you back to him, his cock already beginning to throb between your glistening lips, “I’m so close…” He growled, nipping at your ear lobe.

“Please don’t stop, Ziu…” You whined, your orgasm right on the edge of unraveling; his fast pace told you how close he was, but he wasn’t the guy to leave you hanging, especially with how close you were.

“C’mon baby, help me…” He panted and you reached between your legs and rubbed at your taut clit, your walls almost immediately clamped down on him causing him to hiss, the end of his rope already in sight. The knot in your stomach finally unraveled around him, your convulsing walls became too much for him as he tried to guide you from your high that he pulled from your creamy core to move you down onto your knees, “Say ‘ah’.” You opened your mouth, his eyes focus on your glazed over eyes as he pumped his cum onto your face, watching his cum drip down your face onto your breasts.

“So tell me the truth.” Ziu flipped the light off to your bedroom as he walked towards your bed, “Were you jealous?”

“W-What?” You stammered pulling the blankets up to your face, “I was not jealous.”

“Are you sure? You got really defensive when I mentioned I had a girl…” He crawled into bed next to you, his head falling a few inches away from yours, “Why would I bring home trash when I have a diamond at home?”

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obsessedwithtoomanythings · 7 years

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Shit

Characters: Soulless!Sam, Reader, Dean

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader

Warnings: SMUT; rough sex, but gentle at first. Oral on female. Unprotected sex. (Wrap it before you tap it, my dudes.)

Words: 1,476

Author’s Note: So this was for @impalaimagining’s kinks thing? Yeah? Yeah. I had Soulless!Sam and Virginity. Also, this is PART of my thank you for 300 FOLLOWERS!!! YOU GUYS ARE INCREDIBLE!!!

The beat pulses through me, almost as if it's travelling directly through my bones. The lyrics pour out of my lips as they flow out of the speakers of the club.

I feel his hands as they grip my waist, pulling me back to grind on him. I know who it is before I turn. Sam.

Well, a version of him I guess. I've been working cases with Soulless for about a month now. The sexual tension is beginning to get unbearable, but I refuse to cave. All we do outside of cases is scream at each other, and I won't be one of those people who who fucks their problems away. That and I may or may not be a virgin still, and I don't wanna lose it to someone who doesn't have a soul.

His fingers brush against my hip and waist as he grinds himself on me. He's lucky we're working a case, otherwise I would have slapped his hands away the first time he touched me.

"You look so sexy." He whispers into my ear, his breath tickling as he speaks.

"Thanks. I'm not even trying." I joke, although he probably sees it as an invitation.

"I'd like to see what it's like when you do try."

"I'm sure you would." I smirk, spinning to face him. His jaw is clenched and his eyes are blown with lust.

"Maybe we should take this back to the motel?" He smirks, his large hands staying planted on my waist.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Unfortunately, we're working." I say, pushing his hands off my hips before moving deeper into the crowd.

I toss my bag onto the bed lazily as Sam closes the door behind us. The club didn't pan out, and we are left with a heaping pile of nothing, just like we have for the past week. I sit down on the edge of the bed to remove my heels, those of which have been pinching my ankles all night. I glance up and see Sam staring at me.

"Do you need something?" I ask, clearly irritated.

"You." He smirks, stalking towards me with his eyes locked on me.

"Sam. I don't-"

"Why? Why don't you want me to fuck you?" He questions, kneeling between my legs, hands firmly resting on my upper thighs.

"Because-cause... you're my friend." I finally answer, the dumbest answer I could think of flying out of my mouth. He's gonna brush the excuse off right away. He knows me too well. And my body is giving me away. My cheeks are flushed, and a wave arousal dampens my panties, causing my to accidentally squeeze his hips with my knees.

"Friend huh? Why not change that?" He says, his lips inches from mine.

"Sam I'm-"

"Scared? That's okay. I'll start slow, okay?" He agrees, although that's not what I was gonna say.

"That's not what I was gonna say, Sam."

"What then?" His lips are next to my ear again, and he bares his teeth and nibbles on the lobe.

"I'm... I'm a virgin." At my words he pulls back to stare in my eyes.

"What?"

"Yeah." I admit, a blushing creeping its way onto my face.

"Fuck. Okay." He says, before regaining his cool and dirty smirk.

"Now that I know, do you want me to fuck you? Cause I'd happily oblige." Sam stands, still between my knees, and leans in so our lips are touching when he speaks. That was when the little voice in the back of head said fuck it.

"Yes." Then he moves forward, connecting our lips. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this. His lips are hard and crushing, and I know there will be dark patches of bruising on my lips tomorrow. Sam’s hands wander down to my hips, yanking me against him, his erection poking into my stomach.

"Since this is your first time, what do you say you get to pick how we do this." He smirks, eyes locked on mine.

"Um... On the bed." I stutter.

"Okay, what position do you want baby?" His lips dance over my ear as he leans it, his words sending a wave of wetness to my core.

"Um... Missionary?"

"You got it." Sam's large hands land on my shoulders and shove, forcing me onto my back on top of the ratty motel comforter. His flannel is slowly unbuttoned and discarded, his t-shirt followed shortly by him stretching his arms behind his back and tugging. My eyes follow his hands as he unzips his jeans and forces them down his legs.

"Like what you see, babygirl?" He husks, palming his large cock that his saxx boxers are doing nothing to conceal. I nod my head quickly as he speaks again.

"Strip."

The one word is enough to send shivers down my spine. My skin tingles as I slip my crop top over my head, the maroon fabric meeting the floor. I think Sam's intention was to have me strip fully, but he must've grown impatient, because his long fingers wrap around the waistband of my jeans and pull.

I panic for a moment, realizing my lace panties have gone with the jeans, but Sam has other ideas.

Before I can open my mouth to speak, his breath is ghosting over my sex, forcing a whimper from lips.

"Change of plans. I'll fuck you in a minute. First, I wanna taste this pretty pussy." His tongue pokes at my entrance, and I cry out.

"Settle, baby. I haven't even started on you yet." Sam says, and I can practically hear the smirk on his face as he fucking buries his face in my core.

"Fuck, Sam!" I shout as I tangle my hair in his brown locks. Sam chuckles at my response, the vibrations shooting straight into my dripping center. His tongue laps at my clit, causing my fingers to tighten in his hair until he's groaning into my pussy.

He must've removed his boxers at some point, cause when he pulls away and covers my body with his, his cock nudges at my entrance.

"Grab onto my shoulders." I follow his instructions and wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, limbs slipping and sliding due to the thin layer of sweat that formed there.

"Good. You ready?" But he doesn't give me time to answer. His cock enters in one slick motion. I scream out, the pain taking over as my nails leave crescents in Sam's shoulder blades.

"Calm down. It's better this way." But it doesn't feel better. It really fucking hurts. The tears spill out of my eyes and Sam actually wipes them away before moving his lips back to mine, his tongue poking my lower lip playfully.

"You've been terminator for a month, and now suddenly you care and wanna be gentle with me?" I mumble against his lips.

"I guess."

"Why?"

"Cause I know how much your first time means to you." Sam rolls his hips experimentally, and I tense up, expecting it to hurt, but the flow of bliss is unexpected, along with the moan that leaves my lips.

"See? It feels good." His cock slides almost all the way out before Sam flexes his hips and drives it back, forcing yet another wanton moan from me. Sam sets a steady rhythm before I can physically see the strain on his face.

"Sam, please."

"Please what?" He says through gritted teeth, and I know what he needs.

"Fuck me harder, please Sam. Show me what you got."

His control snaps. Sam yanks his cock from my center, using his hands to flips me over and force me onto my knees.

"You sure you want me to fuck you, baby girl?"

"Yes." Sam's cockhead slips through my folds quickly before he grabs my hips and yanks, impaling me. I scream out Sam's name and a string of curses as Sam sets a punishing pace of thrusting in and out of my throbbing core.

"Fuck, baby, I can feel your juices dripping down my thighs." His words in my ear is so distracting, I don't notice his fingers moving towards my clit until they are circling it, forcing another scream from my throat.

"You gonna come on my cock, baby? Huh? You gonna squeeze my dick with this tight little pussy?" His grunts and groans, the sound of skin smacking filling the small motel room.

"Come on Y/N. Come." And I do. His name fills the room as I scream it, and I feel him spill inside me, his hips faltering and stuttering before we collapse.

Sam and I lay there for a moment before he gets up and grabs a washcloth from the bathroom, running it along the expanse of my body. Sam discards the cloth before it finally hits me.

Shit. We didn't have protection.

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brookeap3 · 7 years

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DOQ prompt: the three of them go to the movies & Mal & Robin try to get Regina to orgasm. Mal using magic, and Robin using words.

To Be Loved { Part Four }

{ ffn } { ao3 }

It’s become a sort of game for them.

Teasing each other. Seeing how far and how quickly they can rile each other up. Anywhere. Everywhere. Seducing one another in every nook and cranny of Storybrooke. They’ve already christened the back hallway of Granny’s. On several occasions, in fact. All of them only feigning embarrassment when the older woman eyes them knowingly from behind the counter as they return to their table.

There had been the time that Maleficent had sunk to her knees in front of Robin behind one of the stacks in the library, Regina heatedly making out with him against the dusty books before joining the blonde to suck him off.

The Charming’s loft. Regina’s mercedes (quite the feat, that one). That time in the store room of The Rabbit Hole. The Merry Men’s camp. Robin had even seduced them into a lovely venture out into the clear blue water of the beach during one of the warmer days this past summer.

It’s not something they do all the time, but all three of them would be lying if they said they didn’t get a little rush from their scandalous activities. If the threat of someone stumbling across them having sex in the alleyway next to Archie’s office wasn’t a turn on.

Tonight hadn’t started off as one of those days.

They’re having date night. Just the three of them. An evening alone without the boys where they can simply enjoy each other’s company. They don’t get as many of these days as they would like, what with two children running around their house, one of which a teenager, and the other a rather rambunctious young boy with boundless energy. Then there’s her work as Mayor, never done, and Robin helping Emma and Charming at the Sheriff’s office. Mal has even taken to volunteering at the animal shelter to pass the days when they aren’t fighting off some new evil threatening their families.

So they’d gotten dressed up for once. Regina has her hair pinned to the top of her head, the long line of her neck displayed, and is wearing a form fitting dress that shows a healthy amount of leg. Enough that she knows it will be teasing them all evening. Though they both look divine as well. Mal in a similar dress, curls falling down to tease over her breasts, that deep neckline that showcases her cleavage. Robin’s in a suit and tie, wants to look a bit snazzy for them he says.

A quiet, pleasant dinner for three at a corner booth at Tony’s. Candle light and free flowing wine. Shameless flirting and heated glances, a few teasing touches beneath the table as Robin had rubbed his hands up and down Mal and Regina’s thighs before their entrees had arrived. Mal’s foot sliding up and down his calf as her hand had tangled with Regina’s over the table.

It had all been wonderful. A lovely meal with easy conversation, and now the three of them are feeling loose-limbed and happy. And a bit horny after all the teasing tonight if they’re being honest. So as they sit here in a darkened theater, watching a mundane film flicker over the screen at the Storybrooke Cinema, their focus wanders.

Regina sits between Mal and Robin, a tub of popcorn balanced on her lap because she refuses to come to the movies without indulging in the buttery, salty treat. Robin’s arm is wrapped warmly around her shoulders as his fingertips swirl lazy patterns over Maleficent’s bare shoulder. It’s thoroughly distracting for both of them.

Mal’s hand shifts from where it’s resting in her lap to lightly stroke up and down Regina’s thigh, teasing along the hem of her dress that’s ridden up ever so slightly. Even more of her olive toned skin accessible to the other woman. She only keeps it up for a minute, though, before she’s nabbing a few kernels of popcorn and munching on them.

The reprieve only lasts for another few minutes before they set about to distract her entirely.

Once the two of them wordlessly decide to gang up on her, Regina doesn’t stand a chance. Though, she never does when it involves either of them anyway. Robin turns his head, his mouth finding her ear and whispering seductively, “Have I mentioned how stunning you look this evening, my love?” And that raspy voice of his, the accent that never fails to send shivers down her spine more pronounced, is nearly enough to make her moan.

She turns her head slightly to the left to look at him, the light from the screen flickering over his face and illuminating the mischievous grin he wears, dimples creasing his cheeks as his tongue flicks out to wet his lips. Oh how she would love to sink her teeth into his bottom lip, tug it between her teeth.

Suddenly there’s the ghost of a sensation along her inner thigh, light kisses that Regina is intimately familiar with and her gaze whips around to look at Mal on her other side. The blonde is staring straight ahead, however. Giving every impression of focusing on the movie if it weren’t for the tiny smirk, the slight curve of the corner of her mouth, that gives her away. The feeling of those kisses grow a bit more bolder as they rise higher up her thigh and Regina squirms in her seat. All while Robin whispers sweet nothings into her ear, his lips brushing along the shell of her earlobe tauntingly.

Damn them.

This isn’t fair play at all. How the two of them manage to silently communicate with each other, with her between them no less, to torment her together, she will never know. Though a part of her loves it. Adores their relationship for what it is outside her involvement as much as she loves the three of them as one unit. Even when they are vexing her.

Her gaze shifts to Robin again when he angles his head downward and places a light kiss to her neck, mouthing up to her ear lobe again and giving it a tug. “Are you enjoying the film, Regina?”

She can’t stop the laugh that escapes her, much louder than she had intended and there’s an annoyed Shhhhh spewed at them immediately as the main character runs through the street on screen. Regina bites her lip and leans her head back, focusing on the black expanse of ceiling above her as she feels sharp nails scrape teasingly down her thigh. Though she knows Mal isn’t actually touching her. It’s unfair, using her magic on her this way when she’s already riled up as it is. Instead, the blonde merely reaches over and scoops the popcorn bucket from Regina’s lap when a phantom tongue licks up her slit and Regina is forced to cross her legs for a bit of friction between her thighs. She grips the armrests on either side of her as she hisses a muttered, “Cut it out,” to Mal. Despite the fact that it feels incredible.

Robin chuckles into her ear, but when she glances at him, he’s not watching her, his eyes are locked with Mal’s blue ones and Regina is positive he knows exactly what their other partner is doing to her at the moment. He whispers into her ear, “Does it feel good? Tell me how it feels.” The fingers of the hand not resting on the seat behind her reach over to tickle along her exposed knee, adding to the sensations Maleficent is creating in her.

Trying to resist one of them is one thing, but both of them? Impossible. Regina shifts in her seat as she feels the wetness begin to pool between her legs, her sex aching for more than Mal’s teasing touch and Robin’s sexy voice. The ghost of Mal’s tongue is licking at her steadily now, those long flat passes that she knows drive Regina wild.

A gasp escapes before she can bite it back and her hands shoot away from the armrests to squeeze each of their thighs. “Ooohh— mmmmm, Mal.” Robin repeats his request and Regina rolls her eyes at him. They’re in a damn movie theater. She can’t just— they can’t just— but it would seem that they are doing exactly that so she groans low in her throat and answers him in a whisper, “It feels so good. Like it always does. Mal’s mouth… mmmm…”

It feels like her tongue is circling around her clit now, somehow eliciting the same sensations that would be happening if it were physically rather than magically occurring, and Regina has to bite her lip to contain the moan that wants to break free.

She notes Mal’s smug expression from the corner of her eye and the dragon is clearly enjoying tormenting her. None of them are paying a lick of attention to the movie in front of them anymore, much preferring their own version of entertainment for the evening.

“You like this, don’t you? I bet I could take you right here and you wouldn’t object at all. Have you sit in my lap while you sink down onto my cock and Mal rubs at your clit. Is that what you want, Regina?” Robin’s voice is husky and gravely, his bedroom voice, and she can hear the desire in it. The pressure against her sex increases and Mal is relentless as the feeling of being eaten out intensifies. She’s not going to last much longer at this rate.

The blonde pipes up then, apparently unable to remain entirely quiet. “You look so beautiful when you squirm. Wish I could really taste you right now.” But she’s enjoying this little game far too much it would seem as the addition of two fingers joins the phantom sensations happening to her.

“God, me too.” Regina moans, fingers digging into their skin as she crosses her legs more tightly, rocking her hips slightly as she tries for a bit of friction, any sort of relief where she is wet and aching. Her panties are drenched. She can feel it. And while under other circumstance that fact might embarrass her some considering neither one of them have even really touched her, she thinks this situation might be an exception.

“Are you going to come for us, love?” Robin asks, kissing lightly along her jaw.

Quietly gasping for breath, Regina moans, a little louder than she had intended and they get a few more angry shushes from the rows around them. But she doesn’t care. Is too close to give a damn who might hear her as Maleficent and Robin make her come. She nods frantically, muttering, Yes, yes, please make me come, as she throws her head back and gives into the sensations.

Mal is sucking at her clit, or at least if feels as if she is. Hard, firm sucks that have Regina writhing in her seat, sucking air into her lungs as she fights to hold back the screams that want to erupt.

“That’s it. Come for us, babe. So beautiful. Gorgeous.” Robin’s hand slides up and down her bare thigh, teasing her further, and even just that little physical touch is enough to have her going mad. She wants them. So badly. She’s so close though, almost there, just a few more licks…

The credits begin to roll just as Regina finally tips over that edge, groaning as she tosses her head back and lets her orgasm wash over her. Wave after wave of pleasure. A few last lingering kisses to her cunt and down her thighs before the feeling ceases altogether. She’s still panting when the house lights come on and the other inhabitants of the theater begin to rise from their seats.

Regina isn’t sure how she must look at the moment. Flushed and sated and breathing heavily, but she can image that she makes for an interesting picture. Especially if the knowing look and eye roll Ruby gives the three of them as she and Mulan exit the theater is any indication.

Grumpy gets up from his chair in the row in front of them, bucket of popcorn and box of milk duds clutched in his palms, irritated expression on his features as he tells them, “Next time you three wanna get busy, take it somewhere else!” and stalks off.

Mortification that they’d been caught bubbles up within her for the span of a few seconds before Regina decides that she doesn’t really give a damn. Having Mal and Robin tease her that way had been hot and sexy and an incredible turn on.

She glances at Robin who has the courtesy to look a bit sheepish, if still rather amused, and then Mal who has the most pleased expression on her face. “Home. Now.” Regina demands, taking one of their hands in each of her own, preparing to whisk them back to the manor with her magic. “I want you both. Right now. It’s my turn to tease you.”

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