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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 1 year

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Deadly Addictions, Part 4

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Pairing: Ramone x Mirra x Erik

Summary: Mirra meets Erik again and begins a sexual relationship. (Had a lil help from @goddessofthundathighs with this one 🧡)

Mirra opened her door one early morning after hearing the doorbell ring. She was half asleep with the crust still in her eye and husk in her voice.

"What the fuck, Ramone!"

"Get dressed hermosa, you and me, we're going for a run."

"Ramone, you need to call me before you pop up like this."

"Go, go! Throw something on we'll run in your neighborhood and get some air."

Mirra hesitantly changed from jammies to a old sweatshirt and sweatpants, her feet dragging. Outside in the crisp morning air, she stretched releasing loud groans and cracks. She was jogging next to Ramone and waking up her body. Fourty minutes later after silently circling the neighborhood, they were sitting on her front steps.

"You've been avoiding me." He held up a hand when Mirra tried to explain. She wasn't sure what would come out, but she planned to make up something. "No.. you've been avoiding me," he reiterated, "And it's fine, but know that I will still come for our regular jogs or walks and I expect you to come outside and join me. Ok?"

"Ramone."

"AH-AH! No. The correct answer is? Let's hesr it.."

"Yes, Ramone," Mirra's words dragged. She sighed with trepidation, but also relief. Regardless of her efforts to avoid him, Ramone was there, expecting nothing but the pleasure of her company. It was very.. sexy..

She'd invite him in for a quick romp, but she was still afraid. She needed that testing and when the day came, finally she had it. Negative on all 10 counts. Never again would she get drunk enough to forget a condom, this was another shot of ice water.. a wake-up call to step up her personal safety measures and stop fucking around. She couldn't be so risky or else it would bring some very deadly consequences. She'd been spared.

In celebration, she took the opportunity to reply to a few of her good fans. She'd been hesitant considering her health was up in the air. "Yes, I can meet you," she typed to a local. He was in Los Angeles and ready at any point.

Mirra made her usual array of size and design choices for condoms available and she jawed the dick until it was gummy. This fan was an appreciative gentleman which was a welcome cleanser from her previous experience. She was feeling validated. Feeling good and safe enough to get back out there.

Mirra went to pick up her mother Janie and little brother Monroe, taking them to Beverly Hills for a couple of hours. They visited the designer shops where she let them each choose something within a budget. "Don't say I never gave you anything," she teased as Monroe dropped a heavy hand on her head. On any other occasion she'd have gotten revenge on the overgrown sprout, but she was in a good mood. Dinner was also on her at a spot called Maestro's, a snazzy chophouse with tasty steaks and a posh environment.

"Stop dancing and go pee," Monroe bossed copying her words to him all his life as she stood crossing her legs having had another sex flashback.

"Shut the fuck up," she whispered. He was ruining it by talking. She continued to squeeze her thighs together enjoying the subtle stimulation it caused.

"Stop that you're in public," her mother swatted.

"I just gotta pee, I wanna order first."

When they were seated Janie popped her thigh under the table. Mirra continued to give herself the subtle pressure and satisfaction as she waited, imagining her scenes and her last polite client.. the man and the woman from Club Rot. She couldn't help how vivid she imagined these things, her body remembered each sensation and she felt it all again, wanting to do it all again.

Monroe ordered chicken strips without looking at the small menu and her mother ordered spaghetti of all things not knowing it was made with squash. Mirra rolled her eyes silencing them both mid-order. "La-la-la, no. We're not doing that. We'll have 3 steaks. Mom, how do you want your steak cooked?"

"I'm not getting a steak!"

"Mommy, it's a steakhouse! They're known for their steak you have to try it. Medium well," she gestured to the waiter before excusing herself from the table. "I'll be back."

"Mirra! That can't wait?!"

"I gotta pee," Mirra whispered on her escape. "I'll be back.. I'll be back."

Alone in the women's restroom, she rushed to the big stall and took out her buttplug. It'd been in her asshole all day. She slowly pushed it back up and pulled her miniature vibrator. This model was small but very powerful. It beat the whole pussy up which felt good with a little dab of the lube she kept in her purse for moments like this. The relief was instant.

"Uhhhhhhh," she groaned with the buzzing as her body relaxed. She let out a long breath feeling the small but satisfactory orgasm like a speed bump. The drawback was the noise. People who entered the bathroom after her and heard it could recognize the sound of the vibrator, but most times people minded their business and today was the same. She washed her hands next to a lady who didn't say a word or look at her. It wasn't that big a deal. She checked her reflection in the mirror and barreled through the bathroom door hitting a body by mistake. She looked at the man hands, confused.

"Excuse me."

"Wrong bathroom? Wait. You sound familiar. OOP," she moved for the lady behind her. This man though. She'd fantasized about their encounter enough to remember. He stared down at her with shrewd and seductive dark eyes she'd never seen but it didn't matter.. that hair.. She'd had her hands glued to that locked high pony. She'd been slammed against the wall with those hands and pinned with that body. Who else had a body like that with hair like that and hands like that? This time he was in an all black suit.

"So you remember me."

"I don't know," Mirra frowned with a subtle bite of her nail. "Jog my memory."

"Shid," he pushed her back into the bathroom and harder into the large stall. Mirra’s hands immediately flew out to catch herself from crashing violently against the wall as he lifted her dress from behind.

"Wait.. Condom," she recalled pulling away briefly to fish the perfect one from her bag as he watched. He took the bag and tossed it to the floor pushing her hand away to reject the condom but she was dead serious. "Condom or nothing. I was drunk before, I'm not drunk now.

"I'm clean."

"Just put it on."

"Face the wall and bend over. Spread your ass." He licked his lips like a carnivore in heat when he spotted the anal plug, opting to first tease her by repeatedly thrusting it into her quivering hole. "We're in a restaurant, try to keep it down."

"Mmm," she hummed gently. His fingers swept her wet set of lips, up and down her labia, and two of his thick fingers slipped inside of her stoking her G spot and stretching at her entrance. He pulled on and twisted her plug as he slipped in a third finger.

"You're so wet. I wanna stick my hand in it." His dark chuckle sent a chill down her spine and a wave of her essence down her thighs as she imagined her plug being replaced by the mega horse dick she had such vivid memories of. “Ya nasty ass wants my big hard dick bad, huh,” he taunted, pulling that thing of beauty from his Nike briefs. “Which hole should I go in first,” he quizzed near her ear, slapping his third leg against her already sensitive nub.

"Put the condom on," she pleaded.

"Fine." He ripped the pack and slid the ring over himself. "That make you happy?" Before she could answer, he was already halfway inside of her pussy, stretching, her walls immediately hugging with no sign of release. He gripped her shoulder and her hip to thrust pinning her body against the wall with the force.

"Shit!" Her body was flung.

He was rough, yet careful as he repeatedly rammed his condom covered coke can into her. She panted and focused closely on taking that dick. The feeling of his scarred chest pressed against her back coupled with his hand around the front of her throat took her to Nirvana. The more his grip on her neck tightened, the tighter her walls gripped him as she came again seeing stars or particles.

“Y-Yeah,” Mirra panted. “I think I remember now.”

"Make me bust," he growled in her ear. He was already close and Mirra threw her ass until they both came, moaning in sexual bliss.

"Hey," she sighed catching her breath. "I didn't get your name, but you need to come by my house tonight for a part three."

"Oh, you need it again?"

"I will," she gripped his lapels stating her address. "Don't forget it, I'll be waiting. Even if it's 2 AM when you come, still come."

"Hm," he chuckled mischievously. "I'll drop by."

"Good," Mirra adjusted her clothes on her body. Her gait felt wider and her pussy felt a dull delicious ache. She grabbed her bag from the dirty floor and returned to her table ignoring the looks from her family.

"Thought you'd left," her mom stared. "Did you get hung up?"

"I.."

"Hm," he brother chuckled through his nose, his mouth full with steak.

"I fell into something and..," she paused bad with lies. "I ain't gotta explain myself, I'm grown! You already know. I ain't finna act like..," she cut into her steak, chewing a peice. "Anyway. How do y'all like the food."

"It's good, not as good as whatever you had in that bathroom, we should've brought your father then we could make the bathroom stink too."

"UGH," Monroe cringed and though Mirra was used to it, she too was disgusted, her face twisted.

"You ain't the only one needing dick, mine just at work but as soon as he come home.. I'm a ride that man like Seabiscuit."

"Please stop," Mirra begged while Monroe refused to eat.

"Mm," Janie hummed reminiscing.

Mirra went through her house hiding things of value just in case. Inviting a strange man inside her home where she lived alone was risky, but the way he fucked her was everything she needed and desired. He wasn't scared to fuck her like a dirty slut and even in public.

She took a long hot bath and watched back a couple of the private videos she'd made with fans. They were nasty. She was so involved in the head she gave, watching it back always shocked her. She was so sloppy with it! Her fingers played inside of herself in the water. There were more vids to come and she had studio shoots coming up almost back to back. Still, it wouldn't match the recent sex she'd had off camera. That shit was crack and something she'd freely admit she was addicted to.

Until he came for her, she'd chill and think about it. It was late and having learned her lesson from her unreliable ex, she didn't plan to wait up. When she got out the bath, she went straight to bed and fell easily into a dreamless sleep in the comfort of her crisp warm sheets.

"I'm here," came a whisper in her ear.

It felt like minutes after, but she knew it had been at least an hour. She didn't want to move. Anyone else would've told him another day.. that's what crossed Mirra's mind as she laid there.

"You been keeping that pussy warm for me?"

"Mm.. condom," she sighed regretfully lifting. All this for some bomb sex. It was worth it. "On the table," she turned making room for him in the bed. The bedside table's clock read 2 AM.

He snatched the condom up and flexed his rippling abs, broad chest, large biceps and veined forearms as he pulled off his black tank. Mirra watched, taken by his body, that blackened 666 tattoo big and in her face. He pulled off her blanket and her sheet to find her pleasantly bare and devoured her on the spot as her legs waved in the air. Her hand was locked around his ponytail of locs once more as she watched him. She thought the lesbian from Club Rot was good.. This guy was better. He ate like he was licking a bowl of sticky peanut butter clean and hyperfocused on her clit. She was ascending.

"What's your fucking name," she yelled desperate to know. She needed him, ever day as often as she could get him. "Oh my GOD," she growled through her teeth pushing his head closer into herself, relishing in the feel of his hands hard on her hips as she was about to cum. She was dead serious, she needed to be able to call on him.

He then climbed into the bed beside her and lifted her leg over his lap, going under to squeeze the head of his dick inside of her, pumping up and inside with a few girthy inches.

"Yes yes yes." Mirra swallowed her lips and squeezed her eyes shut while her body bounced, her titty being gripped simultaneously. She kept her hands at her head holding onto her pillow as he switched to a grinding motion inside. "Fuck," she gasped, "What can I call you.."

"Wait." He moved her onto her side, jumping up to her other side and pinning her legs up, tossing over her shoulder. Her left knee was pressed into her right titty. Her ass was turned directly to his pelvis. He pushed inside and she panted, her titty bouncing and the air forced out of her while he pounded her into the mattress. She couldn't speak. Her entire body was being pushed while she was twisted and she held onto her leg for something to grab while her breathing was hard. He was fucking her effortlessly, his hand pushing down on her leg and hip.

When he let her body untwist a little, the pressure from the ribs and chest lessened.

"I'm good at taking that big dick," she grinned sticking her tongue out. He released her and stood on his knees on her pillow with his monster cock waving over her face.

"MmmMmm," she grabbed it with two hands wrapping her lips around it hungrily, determined to suck it down. It was like swallowing a big remote or a heavy duty flashlight but the weight on her tongue was bliss. She loved to clean her own juices off, her head bobbing while he dropped it down into her throat. She messed around and sucked the condom off. He put it back on and moved back to the bottom of the bed between her legs.

"I hate fuckin in condoms," he grunted as knocked the head of his dick onto her clit, beating it. Mirra sighed in pleasure and sucked in sharp air. "If we fuck again I'm not wearing it. It is what it is." He pushed the head against her entrance so it squeezed inside, while she moaned and he held her thighs wide. In and out, in and out, he slid slowly.. then in again DEEP while he watched her come apart. "Next time no condom. I like to feel it all."

Long deep strokes with that dick had Mirra scratching her nails on the bed and clutching the pillow behind her head as the room spun. He spit on her clit as he pulled back and rubbed it in with his thumb while he went in deep again, stirring up water.

"Oh," he teased as Mirra came back to back and grabbed his knee. "You wanna ride? ..Come on then," he laid back.

"Shit," Mirra panted. She rolled on top of him onto her knees leaning forward, her smallish titties dangling over him. Her narrow hips bucked and grinded repeatedly chasing a butterfly of a feeling as she balanced with her fists on the bed, riding hard until she was the one who came again. She slumped but kept going, bouncing on her feet, her ass clapping down loudly on his lap. Slap. Slap. Slap. She ended up coming once more when he slapped a heavy palm on her ass, telling her to, "Ride. Don't stop now."

"FUCK," she yelled feeling wetness everywhere. "I need.. I need.."

"I don't give a fuck, ride this big dick. You wanted it. I came all the way the fuck here. Take that shit."

"Yes, yes, fuck," she panted slamming her ass down onto him, his palm slapping her ass repeatedly, egging her on.

"Don't stop. Keep riding that dick."

She planted her hands on his chest and bounced with him providing as assist and holding her up while she jumped until her legs were on fire. She switched to her knees and started grinding.

"Get back up there," his lip curled over his teeth, but Mirra's legs were done. She was a good rider with good knees. He wanted inhuman. She had him move to the edge of the bed so she could stand and sit on the dick, bouncing on it. It was less pressure on her legs for a similar result. She did it in her films. "Like that, faster," he pulled on her hips bouncing her like his personal fleshlight yet again. He had a dick only an experienced size queen or pornstar could handle the way he was pushing it on her like he wasn't Hulk-sized. She got up when he let her go and she felt like a gaping hole. He put three fingers inside of her and began fingering her hard, pressing her g spot until she gushed down his arm.

"Wait a minute," she put a hand out tiredly, her legs trembling. She wasn't used to tapping out but she was already sore and the orgasm he'd just triggered was a big one.

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes," Mirra pointed still not coming down like she typically would. She was still orgasming. She squeezed her fingers into his bicep yo steady herself and held on for another big one. "Uh, fuck.. Tomorrow," Mirra moaned. This had never happened to her before. The man left and she was bent over her bed trying to come back down and quiet her pussy from all the orgasming. She finally got it and by that time she was completely drained. She went right back to sleep waking up with the physical memory of what had occurred. She felt it all over. Luckily, when she got up and looked around nothing was missing so he wasn't a thief.

She brushed her teeth thinking about it and ended up sitting with a ziplock bag of ice between her thighs. She had a mind to take an ibuprofen and her crazy ass had said she'd do it again. She didn't have his contact or name to call him back and tell him she'd changed her mind, so she made herself a hot bath to soak in and returned to the ice.

I don't like the way we ended, but I feel like that's what you wanted. I feel like I ran out on you too quick, knowing how you are. But you know you were wrong. That was some foul shit you pulled. I don't know why you felt the need to do that shit or why you'd do that to me, but we need to talk. I wanna know why you did that and called me over to see.

Mirra deleted the message from her voicemail and called him back telling him to come over. "No, it's just me," she rolled her eyes, hanging up when he said he was on his way on his lunch break. On schedule, he was at the door and she was in her large terrycloth robe which was tied at the waist.

"DJ," she sighed letting him in. He stood instead of sitting, but she sat taking a sip from her glass of Sweet Peach Moscatto, her legs crossed at the knee. "So.. Let's talk," she folded her hands on her knee.

"It's this shit," he gestured to her. "You don't take nothing serious. Nothing gets to you. I don't get.. I don't understand how you can be so nonchalant about the shit. You called me so I could walk in on you getting your back caved in by two niggas..." He stared quizzically, but the answer wasn't simple. Not for Mirra.

She licked her lips and opened her mouth waiting for the right words to come. They didn't. "You knew how I was when you met me, don't act like I victimized you. You wanted to smash, I said come over. Never said I was alone."

"Mirra-" he sighed waving in frustration on his way to the door. He stopped. "I came over here to try and understand what the fuck be going through that brain. I don't get you."

"Yeah, I get that," Mirra nodded. "Not many people do."

"I don't hate you is what I'm tryna say. I just wanna understand."

"DJ, you're a good dude so I'll level with you. I like dick. I like sex," Mirra gestured to herself. "I like you, but we don't mix babe. You're a romantic. I'm a realist. You wanna share a sunset and give roses and that's cute. I like that too, but after the sunset I'm gonna wanna be on my thot shit. I wanna go fast... You need a woman more your speed."

"I guess so," he shrugged but Mirra still felt kind bad.

"You sure you don't wanna drink?"

"Nah," he rubbed his hands on his thighs, "I'm a go."

She saw him to the door and closed him out, having a seat on her couch again to finish her wine and think. "Mm," she stood heading upstairs to get dressed. There was a lot going on with all the niggas in her life and she was at the center of it.

That night when she got home around 11, she left her pumps at the door and flipped on the lights to find her latest sex partner sitting on her couch, legs wide and shirtless wearing that creepy ass ram skull with his tattoo out. Mirra nearly had a heart attack. She sunk halfway to the floor in shock.

"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET IN HERE?!! GET OUT. GET THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE!!!"

"I wanna fuck. You said tonight."

Mirra dropped to touch the floor for grounding. Her heart was still racing. "I need you to go."

"I'll go when I get what you got me over here for. I want some pussy."

"Take that damn ram skull off it's freaking me out!"

With his face showing, she felt better. She was able to stand and approach him when she could actually see his handsome facial features. The fear subsided and she stood towering over him.

"How did you get in and why were you sitting in the dark tryna scare me?"

"Your window was unlocked.. I did scare you.. didn't I," he smiled displaying gold-capped canines. He stood and her her head was at his chest.

"Don't do that shit, it's weird," she reiterated as he wrapped her in his arms and rubbed up her back under her shirt to her bra, unhooking it and pulling it from her shoulders with her shirt.

"Lil chaos never killed anyone," he whispered into her neck with a soft bite sending her head back in stimulation.

"Yes. It has." Still Mirra pushed him back into the couch and climbed in his lap, pulling his dick from his sweats and sitting on it. She was wearing a mini skirt with no panties to give her coochie some air and a rest. "I was sore today, this big ass dick..," she complained as she rode it.

"You gone be sore tomorrow too," he promised and though it hurt, it hurt so good. Mirra loved the stretch and the full feeling. She rode him on the couch switching to reverse like the previous night and then he picked her up tossing her on the kitchen counter and fucking her there. She sucked his dick on her knees by the fridge and gobbled his nuts like it was a niche video.

Every night for the remainder of the week was like this and Mirra found herself ignoring Ramone's calls again. She didn't want to hurt him and if DJs visit taught her anything it was how men cling and re-injure themselves. She didn't want that for Ramone so she couldn't make him think something that wasn't so. Most of all, she couldn't let him walk in on her the way DJ had.

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wint3r-h3art · 1 year

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Pisces

Pairing: Namor x Fem!Reader x Attuma

Synopsis: This is a No Powers AU. Namor and Attuma are renowned businessmen who built business empire around the globe. As best friends and business partners, they share everything, and that include you.

While on his business trip, Namor’s attention shifts toward his business empire and less on you. Feeling unloved and unneeded, you decide to runaway. Of course, it doesn’t take long for you other lover to seek after you and bring you back to them.

Word count: 8.2K

Warnings: smut with plot!! slight angst! Established poly relationship. Predator/prey play, praise kink, finger kink, fingering, vaginal sex, car sex, oral (male & female receiving), dom/sub undertone, spit roasting, cum eating/dumping

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You could feel his unyielding gaze on you even from this far out. His presence alone should intimidate anyone that came within his vicinity, after all, he had always been a presence unto himself. His height and build had always been overwhelming to many, especially by the way he was carrying himself.

The man was close to 6’5” and built like a tank with broad shoulders and chest. His waist and legs were thick with muscles. He could easily be mistaken for an athlete, and it wasn’t so far off either.

Attuma was a businessman through and through despite his past with Talokan’s Elite Special Forces. You came into his life after he retired, so you didn’t know much about what exactly he did. You just knew that the man served his country well, and now he’s working on his own thing.

Perhaps it was why he’s renowned for running his business like his battlefield–ruthless and unyielding. His tactic has always been aggressive–an all-for-nothing sort of way that drives his competitors up the wall, which was unlike Namor who was more cautious and guarded.

But that was how it made them the perfect team.

Attuma’s gaze burned you in a way that you couldn't explain–it was awakening something primal inside that both were terrifying and exhilarating. He was looking more and more like a predator the way his deep, brown eyes bore down on you. His jet-black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail as he leaned his massive frame against the marble column inside the luxury boutique. He was sucking on a lollipop as he was eyeing you.

The all-black suit did nothing to hide his impeccable biceps and the massive plane of his chest. No one dared to question him or what the hell he was doing because they knew who he was, and everyone knew to mind their own business when he showed up. The septum piercing was a dead giveaway, but it was also the aura that he was emitting as well that everyone just knew he was the owner of the whole damn place.

A smile spread across your face as you weaved through the crowded boutique. Attuma shook his head in warning. Despite his relaxing composure, you know exactly what that means.

No games. It was time to go.

You wanted to play—you craved the thrill, primarily when Attuma got all worked up.

You haven’t seen him for almost a week since Namor brought you along for his business trip here in America. Being all cooped up alone in the hotel room by yourself was making you antsy. It didn’t help that Namor was so focused on his work that he barely spent any time with you, so now that you were out and about, it was only natural to want to seek a little thrill–y’know, giving him a little taste of what it feels like to be left all alone.

Attuma loved the little game of cat and mouse. It drove him crazy whenever he had gotten a chance to just let himself lose. He knew the instance when you began to walk away from him with that little smile on your face. It wasn’t the first time that you act up, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last either.

As you took a step back, he took a huge step forward, pushing through the crowd. He knew that goddamn look, and he knew he had to work for it.

A quick dial on his phone and Namor picked up the call at the first ring.

“[I found our Birdy, but we’re going to run a little later than planned. She wants to play.]”

Namor grumbled knowingly, throwing the document across his desk. He could feel his head throbbing, trying to figure out what the hell he wants to do with you. He understood that he wasn’t great at keeping you happy or entertained. On the other hand, you needed to stop acting like a brat. His patient could only go so far.

“[You’re enabling her.]”

“[Well, you should have thought of that when you brought her here and left her in the hotel room all by herself. You could have waited for me. You know how she gets when you don’t give her enough attention. But what do I know?]”

Sarcasm drenched his tone as continued to follow you. Attuma could feel his friend rolling his eyes even through the phone. If no one was going to say, he would. He had no problem with that.

“[That is not my point.]”

“[My point is, you pissed her off, and she takes it out on me, and it ends up being me doing all the work just trying to get her back. Have you ever stopped and considered that perhaps she needs you, which is why she acted this way? We agree on this that we will try to make this work together, but you just can’t keep doing to her, K’uk’ulkan.]”

Namor fell silent. He knew how you could get when you don’t get your way, especially when he doesn’t let you do anything you want. The past couple of days had been hectic for him, and he admitted that his busy schedule made him spend less time with you…It still didn’t justify the way you act up though. The bratty behavior needed to stop, and the fact that Attuma let you get your way all the time was unacceptable.

They knew that you know the sort of power you have over them, and how much you love to abuse it, knowing full well that they can’t say no to you. They may be in control when it comes to sex, but at the end of the day, it was you who held all the power over them in the palm of your well-manicured hands. Even if Namor had always been stern with you, he still let your behavior slip 9 times out of 10.

Running his fingers through his hair, he sighed in defeat.

“No funny business, Attuma. Do not drag this little game of yours for more than 20 minutes. Or I will kick you out of the suit together,” he warned.

A sarcastic laugh left his lips, making the people inside the boutique stare at him, but Attuma didn’t care. It was almost comical in a way that Namor’s love for control seeped into their everyday lives. As nonchalant as Attuma could be, sometimes, he asserted his own authority over his friend as well, especially when it comes to you.

He knew what was at stake here. Under normal circumstances, Attuma would take his sweet time, dragging out the little game until you were too exhausted to run from him. But now, he had to put in the effort to actually catch you. The little cat and mouse game has just gotten interesting, and here he thought this little trip was boring. It brought him back to his time as Talokan’s soldier.

“15 minutes is all I need. Also, fucking get something to make it up to her. I can only do so much. If you love her, do something about it.”

Namor had already gone ahead and ordered all the made-up gifts and flowers, even dinner reservation for the three of them at a three-Michelin star restaurant that you have always loved. He was going all out on his apology. Of course, that would come after the little punishment, of course.

“And one other thing. I owned that fucking hotel. You can’t lock me out of my damn property, you jerk.” Attuma hung up before his friend could utter anything, leaving Namor exasperated and annoyed.

You watched from a distance as Attuma placed his phone in his suit pocket. You knew who he was calling. The look he was giving you now was a complete 180. He wasn’t in the mood to play with his food anymore–no, he was going in for the kill, and you knew your time starts now.

Without any hesitation, you took off. There was zero chance that you could beat him in this little chase. You were set up for failure too many times to count, but it didn’t stop you from trying. Perhaps this once, you can outrun him.

Weaving through the rush of people, you looked back to find Attuma walking–no, he wasn’t walking. That damn man was stalking you with the look of a starved predator. His stride widened, and each time he took a step forward, he seemed to gain another foot or so closer to you. It was like you made no progress at all.

Damn his long legs, you muttered under your breath as you continued to run.

You turned right, then left, hoping to throw him off his game. This was a luxury mall after all, there was no way he could just breeze past the patrons without causing any issues, you thought to yourself as you turned left.

There was fucking way he can catch you now that you have thrown him off with all the turns.

Your legs were burning as you tried to pull air into your lungs. Your blood was practically pounded inside your eardrums the faster you were going. Every ounce of you was buzzing with adrenaline. It felt like it was not going to end, but your hope swells when you find the exit. There was a twinkling of hope shining dimly. The victory was so close that you could almost taste it on your tongue. Just a couple of more feet and you would win.

Your hand grasped the handle of the door and yanked it open.

But nothing.

Your heart felt like it dropped to the pit of your stomach as you tried to yank the door open again, not daring to look behind you.

Nothing.

Anxiety bubbled up inside of you when the realization finally dawned on you. You finally turned around in hopes to make it out of this section at least before Attuma got there, but it was too late. He was already there, leaning against the wall, sucking on that God-forsaken lollipop as if he hadn't just dashed through the crowd to get here.

Not a single hair on his head was out of place, and not a single drop of sweat poured down his face. The man was the epitome of cool, calm, and collected. This place was his playground, and he knew every entrance like it was the back of his hand. Your chance of running away for less than 1% the moment he entered here.

“Alright, Lil Birdy. The Big Fish is getting impatient, so we have to go back before he gets mad at us.”

“You haven’t won yet,” you pointed out. There was a fire in your eyes, and he loved that a lot. A woman who was as fierce as you deserves only the best challenge he could give you.

You sized him up, walking slowly closer to the opposite wall, creating enough distance that you could just bolt right past him. As long as he hasn't physically captured you yet, you still have a chance to win. All you had to do was sprint past him.

Yes. That was it.

And as if Attuma had read your thought, he took a small step closer. His larger body looms close to you. He was built like a goodman fortress, so to get past him, meant you had to be quicker than him.

“Sweetheart, no funny business, remember. Acting bratty with me will only get you into more trouble.” There was a warning in his eyes as he slowly approached you, but of course, you took off, or at least you tried to.

A pair of strong arms wound around your waist as your body was being hauled back. Before you knew it, your world was being turned upside down. A loud, surprised yelp left your lips as you found yourself being slung over his shoulder. You tried to flail your arms, hitting him, smacking at his ass or whatever part of you can reach, but Attuma just laughed as he smacked your ass in return.

“How many times have I told you that you can’t win at this kind of game?”

You didn’t answer him. Instead, you let out a whining noise as you flailed in his arms. Attuma didn’t seem to be bothered by it as he stood there, waiting for the staff to unlock the entrance doors for him.

“You cheated.”

“It is simply an aggressive tactic, that is all.”

“Still cheated,” you whined, pursing your lips as you continued to wiggle over his shoulder.

A large blacked-out car pulled up at the entrance. Its door had already opened by the time Attuma put you down and ushered you inside.

“And you are still a brat,” he muttered as he sat beside you.

You were more annoyed and frustrated at this point as Attuma sat there quietly, not even bothering to look at you. You crossed your arms and looked the other way. If he wants to play this game, you can do the same too.

“Why are you always taking it out on me whenever Namor pisses you off?” Attuma finally asked after some time.

His tone was light, but there was a heavy undertone to it. Perhaps annoyance…or worst hurt. You couldn’t help but look at him for a long moment. You knew exactly what he meant. It seemed like you always went to him whenever your other love upset you. Attuma has always been your rock now that you think about it.

He was the first to approach you and the first to court you between the two. You only met Namor because Attuma introduced you to him, so why have you always treated him this way? Was it because he never showed you anger or resentment? Or was it because of something else? Your love for him was as equal as your love for Namor, but why has it always been him that you always take your attitude on?

“I don’t know,” you admitted after some time. The answer didn’t satisfy you or him, and you were fully aware of it. “Maybe because I know you would come looking for me?”

He didn’t look at you. He didn’t often express his anger or hurt around you, but it often showed up in his attitude and action. Like for this instance: his silence.

He was often boisterous and loud when someone else pissed him off. Oftentimes, he acted on his urges, but with you though, it always ended in silence as if he was holding himself back as if he didn’t want to scare you off.

You said sorry to him. This time you place your hand on his cheek so that he could look at you. His expression was still unreadable, but then again, you could never read him when he doesn’t want you to.

You slowly perched yourself up on the seat, so that you were looking at him at the same eye level. He had gone ahead and pulled up the partition so whatever you two were doing in the backseat of the SUV wouldn’t be known to the driver, but it was still nothing.

“I just know you will be there, that’s why I keep doing it. If Namor won’t come after me, I know you would…That was enough for me to know that at least I have you, so if you’re still mad at me, now it’s a good time to push me away,” you said softly.

Your breath brushed against his lips, making them tingle slightly. Attuma was still silent, except that his eyes were bored into yours with an interest now. Those deep, earthy brown eyes of his seemed to melt as your words finally sank into his head.

“To be quite honest with you, I am more hurt about it than angry at you.”

His words made your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. You stared up at him and felt the worst possible emotion. There was no playfulness in his tone, which made you even more guilty.

“I am the worst, aren’t I?”

Attuma sighed as he noticed your tearful gaze. Oh fuck, he really hated it when you cried. You really didn’t mean to, but when you think about all the times you caused all the trouble, you realized that you were being unfair to him.

“You’re not…I just spoil you too much and let you get your way too often,” he sighed. “I just wish you would treat me less of a punching bag, and more of your partner…Can you do that for me moving forward?”

You nodded.

“I need you to say it,” he whispered against your lips, brushing them almost feathery that making your skin prick with goosebumps.

“I can. For you, anything.”

“Good girl.” Attuma leaned in, kissing your forehead first before capturing your lips.

It wasn’t a hot kiss that you often shared, but something softer, more intimate than your usual antics with him. It felt more like a reassuring kiss–something along the lines of him validating his words and feeling for you.

Attuma felt it in his bones when his lips moved against yours, creating a soft friction that he has been craving since he arrived here. The slow, tantalizing kiss soon melted into a heated one, filled with needs and fervor that burned you to the core.

Your body buzzed as he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. Every ounce of uncertainty seemed to melt away as the kiss deepened. Soon, you find his large body covering yours. Heavy and hot. His lips were soft yet demanding. There was just enough pressure and suction as his lips rubbed against yours. His tongue caresses your lips before he nipped your lower lips just before he drew it in to gently suck on it.

Your hands clung onto his massive back. Your hips moved on their own as you were rubbing your aching pussy against his thick thigh, hoping and wishing that the thick muscles of his thigh were enough to sate your throbbing pussy.

You were breathless and panting as excitement coursed through your vein like liquid fire. Your hands were everywhere–fingers dug into his thick back, feeling the way his muscles rippled beneath your palms every time he moved.

His mouth slid along the column of your throat, lips grazed over the thrumming flutter of your pulse and along your jaws. Attuma paused at your ear. You could feel his warm, wet breath brushing against the shell as words spilled out of his mouth, full of sweetness and promise of never letting you go. Even through the haze of your arousal, you knew he was speaking the truth.

His fingertips sought out the buttons of your blouse. His lips found the center of your collarbones before his mouth traveled down to the space between the valley of your breasts. He lingered there longer, kissing and sucking on the soft skin. His large palms cupped and kneaded through your bra like he hadn’t touched you in ages.

The thing about Attuma that you loved the most was his devotion to your pleasure. He had always put you first above all else. Every touch was meant to bring you closer to your release. He had never asked too much in return, yet you always make sure to reciprocate the same love he had given you.

Attuma went lower still. His dexterous fingers made quick work on your jeans, pulling them off you easily. He could have torn the things to pieces, but he refrained. There was no use of brute strength here.

Soft, mewling sounds slipped past your lips as your body succumbed to the soft pleasure that slowly built up inside of you. Your legs fell apart easily once Attuma tossed your jeans over his shoulder. Then his mouth bored down upon your flesh once more. Soft and wet, licking and sucking, stroking every nerve ending in your body, devouring you alive.

His low, deep guttural moans were like quiet words whispered against your skin. When he delved his thick finger inside you, you felt your body being consumed by the fire he set. Your body easily molded into whatever shape he wanted, yet he had never asked for more than what you have given him.

It was a slow and tortuous touch, yet you opened up to him, allowing him to take whatever he wanted. Attuma slipped another thick finger inside you, and you knew you were done for. His fingers moved slowly at first, dragging out the sweet and delicious friction that you longed for. Your hips bucked upward as he pushed them all the way to his knuckle until your juices leaked out and rolled down till they pooled under your ass.

Pleaded words left your lips as he continued to administer his slow, and desirous torture.

His thumb pressed firmly against your small bundle of nerves, circling it and rubbing it until your legs started to shake. Pathetic whimpers left your lips as you clung to him with all of your might. No longer was the feeling of resentment and anger, and instead, your heart was filled with love and adoration that this man simply could give you with simply by his touch alone. You came not too long, but you didn’t let yourself catch any breath.

Attuma found himself being pushed back as you made quick work of his zipper. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock. He was so hard and so ready for you. You gave him a tentative stroke from base to tip. You eyed him, watching the way the corner of his mouth twitched at the friction you have given him.

With your hand gripping his broad shoulders, you lifted yourself up and lined the tip of his cock against your opening before you slowly sank down onto his shaft.

Soft gasps slipped through his lips as the sensation of being enveloped by your warm, wet heat slowly consumed him. No matter how many times he had taken you, it always felt like it was the first. His length and girth had always intimidated you, even now, after years of being together, you were still unnerved by him.

You could only grunt as you slowly lift your hips up before slowly sinking down on him again. Each time you moved, you felt like you were about to split apart. Attuma stretched you out so deliciously that you felt like your mind was splitting. It was hard to concentrate on anything else when your mind was trying to focus on pleasing him.

As you began to find your pace, Attuma’s patience was running out as well. Without a word, his hands grasped your hips, holding you still as he began to piston his hips upward, driving himself deeper and after into you.

No noise came out of your mouth as he drove into you with such vigor. It was too overwhelming and just too much that you couldn’t think of anything else except for the way his cock was practically splitting you apart. Every time he slammed you back onto him, you felt like you were going to bust right then and there.

Of course, it didn’t take long for you to come. Your body convulsed and spasmed in his arms. It took you a while to realize that he hadn’t come yet. You pushed back and looked at him, but of course, you noticed that the car had come to a halt.

Your eyes were still bleary. Your skin was still feverish of the way your lover had made you feel. Attuma’s gaze was still burning into you. His arousal was still prominent against your thigh. You know the moment you leave this car and make your way up the hotel, you will be punished.

“Time to face your music, Little Bird. You can’t keep running away from your problems forever.”

You sighed. He was right. It was childish to even do the thing that you do, but you wanted attention from them, so it was the only thing you could think of at that moment.

You took his hand in surrender. It was time to face the music.

You ended up staying in Attuma’s suit instead of Namor’s.

Your nervous energy was far too palpable that Attuma didn’t have the heart to let you face Namor immediately. His friend could wait some more. After all, it was his fault that you did what you did. It was a reminder for both of them that you cannot be controlled and tied down, and that if you wish to leave, they cannot stop you from doing so. It was a reality check for the two men and a greater one for Namor.

His way of loving you was perhaps a bit more extreme than Attuma's.

He had always had a sense of overprotectiveness over you to the point where it becomes smothering at times. He knew that his career often gets in the way of his life too. He’s managing multiple businesses globally. It was difficult to balance work and life altogether. There was no doubt about how much you meant to him, and he was confident that you could hold your own as well, but he understood that even the strongest person needed support, and he couldn’t be there.

Stepping outside the bathroom, you sighed constantly as you wrapped your body with a soft plush bathrobe. Your nerves seemed to relax a bit more, but of course, once you looked up, you found your heart sank.

Attuma was sitting on one of those large, plush sofas, looking at you with an unreadable expression once again. On his left stood your other lover, dressing in a deep navy suit, looking at you with a stern expression.

Though Namor was not as tall as Attuma, his presence was his own. There was a regal air about him, almost like an air of authority. His presence commanded attention. His words commanded respect. No one ever dared to speak over him, and most important of all, no one ever dared to disrespect him.

You couldn’t tell which one he was feeling at the moment by the way those brown eyes bored you. You didn’t know if he was mad, annoyed, or disappointed. Whatever it was, you really didn’t want to deal with him. No words had uttered out of his mouth, yet you knew what they were going to be.

Silence lingered inside the room. The quietness was almost deafening and the tension made the air thick, almost unbreathable. You waited, but nothing as the silence continued to stretch out further. Your first thought was to run to Attuma because you knew he would comfort you, but all sense of rationality seemed to slip out of your mind when Namor took a few steps toward you. His deep, brown eyes bored into you with an unreadable expression. The heaviness in the room only grew heavier once he was in front of you, intercepting your path and preventing you from reaching Attuma. You halted immediately as you stumbled backward, clearly surprised by his sudden movement.

A gasp slipped out of your lips when you found his thick strong arm snaking around your waist, caging you and holding you close to him. Heat radiated off his body, flooding your nostrils with nothing but his deep, masculine cologne–the one that you gifted him. His eyes bored into you with an intensity that made you want to crawl under the cover.

Blood rushed to your face as you struggled to look him in the eyes, so you cast your gaze elsewhere, but Namor would have none of that. He grabbed you by the nape of your neck and force you to look at him. You could smell the sweetness on his breath when he exhaled. The warm heat tickled your skin, making your nerves buzz and hum.

Your mouth went dry in an instant as you tried to swallow. Whatever you planned to say to him seemed to dissolve the moment he touched you, and it scared you the fact that Namor had such power over you.

“Why did you leave me?”

His voice came out like a soft tremor, making your body hum with anticipation. Namor knew the reason already. It was more than obvious. He just wanted you to say it out loud.

He knew he fucked up on his part, and there was no amount of gifts or apology that could remedy what he had done. He just wanted to know why you always do this–making him some sort of a bad guy. He was not perfect, and he tried to be the best partner he could be for you. He wasn’t as attentive to your needs as Attuma was, and he knew that. He wanted to be better. He would have given you the whole damn world you wanted because that’s the kind of man he was.

At the same time though, you were the only person on this Earth that knew how to push every single one of his buttons. He wasn’t sure whether your defiance came from your attention deprivation or not, but he didn’t appreciate being tested and questioned all the damn time.

“You know why,” you answered. You were surprised by how small your voice sounded. Your hands shook from your nerves as you tried to hold his gaze. Those deep brown eyes felt like a fortified fortress, hardened and unyielding–almost unforgivable the way they could just pierce into the depth of your soul without realizing it.

Namor wasn’t happy with your answer, and you knew this by the way his grip got a little firmer than before, making you gasp in an instant. You could almost taste his breath on your tongue as he closed in the distance.

“I want you to say it.”

“Why should I? You’ve never had to justify yourself whenever you do something wrong, so why should I do that?”

Attuma’s lips quirked, trying to hide his smirk at your defiance. Only you could speak such works to Namor, and Attuma was quite amused by that. As a matter of fact, he was so proud of you for standing up to Namor that it started to make him stiff all over again.

Namor let out a warning grunt as his eyes bored into you.

“You are in no position to demand anything from me, my love.” His fingers dug into your skin, almost imprinting his fingertips straight to your bones.

You winced at the dull pain as you continued to stare at him defiantly. You could feel his patience fraying the more you were egging him on, and it excited you in some way. You wanted him angry–hell, you wanted him to be furious, just anything to show that he cared or felt something for you.

“I think I do…and you know it too, dearest love of mine.”

Namor grunted and took a step back. He looked over Attuma, then at you. His expression soon shifted into something else entirely–something that you knew would make your knees weakened. He looked at you darkly. There was an underlying hunger that made you swallow thickly.

“Take off your robe,” he said firmly as he slowly took off his suit jacket. His dexterous fingers made quick work on his tie. His eyes were trained on you as he slowly rolled up his sleeves. You could see the way his arms flexed by the way the muscles strained and corded. The image made your core throb.

“Do not make me ask twice, in yakunaj,” he warned. His voice was firm, full of authority. “Attuma will not be able to help you now that you are here with me, so what’s it going to be?”

You stood there silently for a long moment, and the realization finally dawned on you once you let out a sharp exhale breath that you were holding your breath this whole time. Reluctantly, you took off the plush bathrobe, letting it fall off your shoulders and pooled by your feet. A cold shudder shot through your spine as cold air brushed against your naked form. Attuma looked at you with much interest now, eying your body from head to toe. He could feel his cock twitch at the way you were clamping your thighs together. He could clearly see the way your wetness slowly seeped out and rolled down your inner thigh.

“Good girl,” he said as he stroked your cheek, caressing it almost so lightly that it made you shudder. “But being a good girl is not enough to get you off the hook with me, darling…What should I ever do with you?”

You stayed silent, but you could feel your body warm. Your pussy was throbbing to your frantic heartbeat as you stood there, wishing that he would punish you already. This drawn-out game wasn’t for you.

“I don’t know,” you answered. Your voice was no more than a whisper. Namor didn’t miss the tremor in your voice as his hand now cupped your face, pulling you ever closer to him.

Warm, wet breath brushed against your skin, awakening the carnal hunger that you have been yearning for.

“That’s not a good answer.”

You chewed on your lips momentarily, but he didn’t give you enough time to think when the next words left his lips.

“On your knees.”

You felt your stomach do a flip, and your first instinct was to turn and look at Attuma, but Namor’s hand was firm on your head, holding it there, allowing you to only look at him.

“You know what to do next. Do not make me spell it out for you.”

With trembling hands, you made quick work of unbuckling his belt, then unbuttoned his pants. You noticed how much your fingers were trembling when you pulled his zipper down. You eyed him with a nervous look as you slid down his pants, and you were met with his bulge.

Namor’s hand was still stroking your face, watching you as you lowered his boxer brief.

Your hand gently wrapped around his half-hardened shaft, stroking it slowly in your hand. Namor clenched his jaw tightly, trying to hold in the little noise that threatened to leave his mouth as he stared down at you.

Attuma was watching both of you intensely. He could feel his cock aching and twitching in his pants as he sat there. When your mouth slowly closed around the head of Namor’s cock, more fire burst through his body, threatening to explode in his balls. His hand gripped around his bulge. He was so hard by the time you started to suck on Namor’s cock that he didn’t think he was able to walk or move.

“Ah..fuck, I love the way that mouth of yours feels,” Namor said with a deep, husky voice as he tipped his head back. His hips bucked forward, pushing himself further into your mouth. “Oh, fuck, that’s it, sweetheart. You love sucking on this cock, don’t you?”

You moaned onto his shaft as you replied. Your eyes never wavered from his.

Attuma eyed you closely as you slid up and down Namor’s shaft, dark and ridged with veins. He wasn’t as long or as thick as he was, but Attuma always found it arousing, watching the way Namor’s cock would stretch out your mouth, especially the way you struggle to breathe whenever his friend decides to fuck your little mouth. He couldn’t help but take out his own erection and started to stroke himself, wishing to feel the way your mouth felt on his cock too.

You rested your hand on Namor’s hips, fingers dug into the hard flesh of his muscled thighs as your head bobbed, trying to swallow his whole length. Namor groaned deeply in his chest when you pulled back and let his fat bulbous head slide out of your mouth. A string of saliva trailed down your chin before you swallowed him to the base again. Namor’s eyes shifted toward Attuma, who was watching tentatively, jerking his own cock off too as he was mesmerized by you.

You gagged a couple of times before you took a step back to catch your breath, your hand was still on his shaft, stroking and jerking him off, worshiping him like a god.

“Come here,” he said as he moved over to the large bed. You followed him, crawling on all four, giving a full view of your drenching and pussy to Attuma before you knelt in between Namor’s legs. Without a single word, he turned you over and laid you on your back. His palm kneaded your breast slowly as he eyed the other man, gesturing to come over.

“Come over here and eat her pussy,” he ordered Attuma.

Namor didn’t have to say it twice as the bigger man hastily stripped himself off of his clothing. His heavy erection was in hand as he crawled onto the large bed. You watched the way the mattress dipped below him as he slowly approached you like a hungry predator. The sight made your pussy clench and unclench as anticipation filled your veins. He was so hard and heavy, his cock was practically dragging over the mattress as he moved.

“Fuck her with your mouth until she can’t take it anymore,” Namor muttered against your skin. His fingers were around your stiff nipple, pulling at it and twisting it between his rough digits. “I want her to beg, you hear me?”

Attuma didn’t need any more urging. His mouth found your stomach first, kissing his way down your torso, nibbling at your soft skin along the way. He knelt in between your legs, draping each one over Namor’s thick thighs, spreading you even wider. You let out a soft moan when you felt his rough palm massaging your flesh. A warm, familiar heady feminine scent drifted up to his nostrils, and it made his mouth water.

“Ah fuck, such a pretty pussy you have, Lil Birdy. I always love playing with it. So pretty and so perfect for us.”

Your legs twitched and Attuma eyed Namor as he continued to tease your breasts, palming them in your hands, kneading them until the buds were stiff and almost painful.

Without a word, Attuma dipped his head, inhaling deeply, and ran his tongue over the slippery pussy. You jerked against him and sobbed softly. Your hand flew to his long, dark mane, fisting it in your hand. He licked again at your slippery folds, pressing a kiss and there, suckling on one side first, before suckling on the other. He kissed you higher before he finally pressed his mouth over your clit and kissed you there, sucking on the small bud until you were wreathing in Namor’s arms. Your clit pulsed against his lips and you gasped and tugged harder at his hair.

Attuma licked, and swallowed your juices, feeling the way your body shuddered below him. His tongue slipped between your slipper folds and dipped into your warm, inviting heat. He fucks you slowly with his tongue, thrusting shallowly into your tight holes.

Once he had enough, he pulled back slightly and pushed his thick fingers inside you, filling you and stretching you with them. He moaned deeply at the way your body clenched and closed in around his digit so hotly. Your moaning was only getting louder when he added his third finger, and his gaze was on Namor as he was attending to your breasts. His tongue once again found your clit as he continued to tease at the sensitive bud.

“Oh my God, please, please, please,” you panted. “Please, I can’t take it anymore. Please…”

“Not yet,” Namor said, smirking before shoving his fingers inside your mouth. Gone was your rationality as you suckle on his digits with desperation while Attuma was fucking you with his own fingers. He would want to make you come, but not yet. He wanted to draw this out as much as your body could.

Attuma licked some more, flicking at your clit before sucking on it with intent. Your hips lifted off the mattress, but with his vice-like grip, he held you there, sucking on you and drawing out your orgasm until your muscles tightened.

And when you felt like you could go over the edge, he would pull back, making you sob softly in Namor’s arms. It really was unfair, and you couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

You were at their mercy after all.

It felt like an eternity when Attuma finally gave in, and let you come. Your body tightened to the point of pain. Heat rushed out of your body and poured out onto his tongue. His cock was throbbing almost too much now. His balls felt tight, and for a brief second, he thought he was going to come too. Breathing out his mouth, he managed to control his own.

Namor rubbed his face as he watched. His cock was aching and throbbing. What a wicked sight it was to watch you come undone by Attuma’s mouth. Something about watching you writhing and begging with your frantic sobbing really turned him into a different person.

Without a word, he rolled you over onto your stomach. He commanded Attuma to switch places with him while they gave you a brief moment to catch your breath.

“Attuma, move over in front of her,” Namore ordered. His voice was gruffed as he, himself, moved between your legs. His fingers stroke at your quivering pussy lazily, allowing your juice to coat his own fingers, which made you whine in response.

A smirk etched on his lips. It had always been Namor who did all the commanding and ordering around, and Attuma never had any issue with it–as a matter of fact, he enjoyed it. He didn’t have to think too much. He knew his role, and he liked the idea of just letting go and focusing more on your needs than anything else.

You looked up to find Attuma’s cock jutting up, almost brushing against your face. He was so much thicker and longer, and every time you sucked on his dick, you felt like your jaws were going to dislocate or some sort.

“Since Attuma worked hard today, you need to reward him too, darling. Make him come with just your mouth. I want to see the way his cock stretches you out and fills you up—show me what that pretty mouth can do, sweetheart,” he said as he spread your legs apart.

One hand gripped firmly at your hip, while the other lined the head of his cock at your entrance. He waited, watching you intensely as your mouth slowly closed in around Attuma’s thick, fat cock, and then he pushed his body into you, sheathing himself all the way to the base.

You responded with a muffled moan as the motion made your body surge forward, forcing you to swallow Attuma halfway through. You felt like you almost choked as tears rolled down your cheeks. It was too much, being filled at both ends. You felt like you could be torn apart at any moment as you tried to breathe through your nose.

Your jaws ached, and your pussy was quivering, on the verge of coming again from simply so overstimulated by the way your two lovers were giving to you.

Namo hissed at the way your pussy was clenching around him as he moved inside you, thrusting slowly at first. It didn’t take much resistance because of how dripping wet you were already.

“Fuck, love,” he moaned as spread you wider so he fuck you deeper. It was to the point where if he wasn’t holding onto you this firmly, you would have collapsed onto your stomach by now. “That’s right, make him come, baby. Suck on him like that,” he murmured almost incoherently.

“You love sucking on that cock so much, don’t you?”

You couldn’t answer as you tried to focus on pleasing Attuma.

Namor didn’t like that, so he bucked his hips a little too hard and made your body surge forward, taking a couple more inches of Attuma’s dick.

You let out a muffled whine before you let out a little, “Mmmmhmmm.”

“Hmmm, aren’t we lucky to have such a good girl being our little cockslut, Attuma?”

The other man grinned, flashing his dimples at you as he stroked your tear-stained cheeks.

“Yeah, we do. She’s always so good at being a hole for us to fuck—A-ah, fuck, Little Bird, you’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”

You moaned before bobbing your head along his shaft quicker, hollowing your cheeks to create enough suction onto his cock. Your jaws were tired at this point. The sensation was fading between pleasure and pain.

Attuma’s breath quickened. He was fighting the urge to fuck your little mouth. Namor was watching him, noting the way Attuma’s hand was gripping his hair, bunching it into a tight fist. It wouldn’t be long. He was very close to his release.

“Keeping going, darling. Keep sucking on him. I want you to drink up all of his cum, you hear me?”

You moaned as best as you could as you continued to bob your head, sucking on him, stringing him up until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“At, fuck,” Attuma groaned as he came.

You could feel the warm, thick fluid shot down your throat, making you choke out.

Attuma watched you through the haze as your mouth left his dick, and a string of the thick fluid sputtered from your mouth and onto the mattress.

It was a messy affair as your face was marred with tears and cum. He didn’t think he could love you any more than he could, but every time he made a mess out of you, he just knew he wanted to spend the rest of your life with you, and one day watch you round and full with his babies.

Namor reached around under you and found your clit, which made you jump with his heated touch. He rubbed at it as he continued to plunge into you with an unforgivable force until you cried softly. Your pussy clenched and convulsed around him, and he knew you came.

He stayed there, kneeling with his dick still hard as a rock, plunging in and out of you more erratically now, using you to satisfy his need. Your body surged forward like a rag doll as Namor fucks you with intensity and vigor, sending heat from the base of his spine before it exploded outward as he poured himself into you, filling you until he was dripping out.

Namor let out a string of cursing that you didn’t understand as you lay there on your stomach, feeling so worn out and so spent. Your body felt boneless and heavy. Your nerves still hummed from pure electricity that coursed through you as you tried to recover from the mind-blowing orgasms that both of your men just gave you.

You could feel Attuma move from the mattress momentarily by the way his weight shifted off the large bed. He came back a few minutes later with a warm towel, wiping your face and lips before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Behind you, Namor moved to snuggle and spooned you. His arm wrapped protectively around your waist as he laid his cheek on your arm. His lips kissed whatever skin he could touch as you lay there, completely exhausted.

Attuma joined you a bit after, letting you lay your head on his broad chest.

“Promise us you won’t leave us again,” Namor murmured. His tone was softer now, almost lulling you to sleep.

“Hmmm,” was all you could say.

“You have to promise us,” Attuma added.

“I promise,” you said tiredly.

“Don’t you have anything else to say to her as well, K’uk’kulkan?”

The other man sighed and moved to rest his weight on his elbow so he could look at you.

“I’m sorry as well for not being a good lover to you. I promise that I will try to be better at attending to your needs.”

The words felt genuine, and you couldn’t help but shed a couple of tears as you looked at him. Namor leaned in and kissed the tears away.

“Thank you,” you said softly as he leaned in to kiss you.

“Well, now that you both are made up. Let me just take a little nap…the jet lag is killing me.”

Namor rolled his eyes before he laid back in bed. You, on the other hand, were rubbing Attuma’s chest in an effort to soothe him.

“Alright, big guy. Take a nap. You earned it,” you said cheekily.

Attuma only grunted before his noises were were slowly replaced by his deep snore. You and Namor soon found yourself passed out from exhaustion as well.