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no nut november - seo changbin (2nd to lose)

-> pairing : changbin x fem!reader

-> words count : 3,4k

-> genre : smut, gym crush

-> warnings : changbin is whipped for you, semi-public sex, teasing, dirty talk, praising, protected sex, oral (m. receiving), fingering, a little bit of degradation + the way i'm depicting changbin does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | skz masterlist | no nut november

Hyunjin loss made Changbin very confident in his chances to win this bet. He didn’t have a girlfriend, and he knew he was able to contain himself. When he was in a situationship with someone, he was insatiable. But it wasn’t the case right now, problem solved.

Or at least, problem solved until you enter the equation. You’re the only thing that could lead him to lose and the only reason why he has been going to another gym since November started. Because he knew that if he saw you, he was screwed. You were always teasing him. You were always wearing shorts that rode up your ass with every move you made. You were always ending up letting go of your shirt and exposing your breast in a sports bra. You were always asking him to help you in a way that he had to touch you. And all of that will, without any doubt, bring him to his breaking point.

So he avoided the gym he usually got to in order not to give in. He missed your body, the way you looked at him as if you wanted to devour him, your habit to bite your bottom lip just after teasing him. He missed you. But he couldn’t take the risk. And moreover, you never mentioned it. You never clearly told him that you wanted him like he wanted you. Maybe he was being delusional from the start and that was only him. But he was not ready to have this conversation now, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable either. He had always been respectful and he planned on standing by that.

Tonight, though, he really needed a good session at the gym. It was late, very late. He just got out of the studio, and he wanted to clear his mind. He needed it, in fact. And since it was not your usual schedule, Changbin thought you wouldn’t be there. But you were. And now, he couldn’t really turn back and run away. You saw him.

He closed his eyes, wondering if he would be able to survive this. Because as soon as your eyes landed on him, you smiled brightly before approaching him. Now that he was seeing you after only a week, Changbin was starting to understand how important you were for him. Yes, he had the biggest crush on you, but not just because of your body. You were kind, careful, and he felt safe with you. Somehow, you were always able to make him talk and comfort him about anything and everything. He wanted to take you out. But he also wanted to bend you over one of the bench and fuck you dumb.

“- Hey Changbin ! It’s been a long time ! How you doing ?”

He gulped, trying to compose himself. Your voice was doing things to him he didn’t want to think about right now.

“- Yeah, I know, sorry for not warning you. Been busy these days…

- Don’t apologize, it's fine ! Well, I’m gonna let you work out but… I’m happy to see you again, kinda boring without you.”

You laughed at your own words, sending him one of these looks that made him feel like he was a chocolate cake you wanted to eat until the last crumbs. You came back to working out, and so did Changbin. But honestly, he spent most of his time staring at you. He almost forgot what you looked like, all sweaty in your gym clothes. And he wanted nothing more than to tattoo this sight in his memories forever.

Changbin hoped you’ll let him work out in peace for once, it was already taking him all of his self-control not to get hard just staring at you. But you didn’t listen to his silent prayers. You came to him, like every other time before that, asking him to help you out with your stretching. He just knew it was more teasing. He knew that you would find a way to get him hard, like every time. But he gave up, like every time.

He followed you to the place where you left your bottle of water and your towel, watching you sit down and spread your legs before leaning in between them, waiting for him to push your back. Changbin took a deep breath before placing his hands on your skin, feeling it warm under his palms. He held back the urge to let them wander to your breast, and just applied pressure to help you go further. And of course, you left out the dirtiest moans while doing so, playing it as if it was only a sign of your struggle. But Changbin knew. He knew that was just another way of teasing him. Suddenly, he standed back up on his feet, his hands leaving you.

“- I- Um… I have no more water left, I’m just going to fill it up in the bathroom.”

And with that, he escaped as quickly as he could, not noticing the proud grin on your lips. But he clearly noticed that he was getting really hard just because of you making some suggestive sounds. Gosh. Why didn’t he just skip the gym tonight ? Changbin took some minutes to calm down, or at least, trying to do so. But all he could think about was your fucking voice, moaning his name and begging him. So, yeah, it was pretty difficult to cool down under these circumstances.

When he finally found the courage to come back to you, you were doing some other stretches. A one that exposed your ass to him. And he immediately got hard again. Changbin sighed. He would never hear the end of it, but he had wanted you for too long and the frustration started to really annoy him. So he said your name, asking you to come with him to the changing room because he “had a problem”.

“- So what’s the matter ? What do you ne-”

Before you could even finish your sentence, you felt your back hit a cold surface and soon enough, his hands were next to your head, preventing you from leaving. Your eyes dived into Changbin’s ones. They were darker than you've ever seen them, and it turned you on.

“- Changbin ?”

Your hesitant tone made him unsure of what he did for a second. Maybe he misunderstood your behavior ? But you stared at his lips a little bit too long, and he knew he was totally right.

“- Don’t play dumb baby. We both know that’s what you wanted for the longest time, isn’t it ?”

You shivered at his low voice. It did something to you. His voice, the look in his eyes, the way his jaw was clenching as if he was holding himself from saying or doing something.

“- And what will you do about that, hm ? Shut me up ? I would love to see yo-”

Once again, he didn’t give you the chance to say another word. But this time, he interrupted you with his lips. They crashed on yours, and he kissed you hungrily, as if he wanted to do that for years. You moaned in the kiss, letting go of all the tension that builded up in your body. He added his tongue to the mix, leaving you breathless. You could have come only from the feeling of his hot mouth against yours, of his big hands on your waist pushing you onto his hard cock, still covered by his shorts.

“- Stop teasing now, or I won’t be kind.

- Don’t want you to be kind Binnie… Want you to be rough.”

He groaned at your words, gripping on your waist and spinning you around, pushing you while kissing your neck until your knees hit the bench behind you, sitting down on it. You raised your eyes to see him setting himself between your legs, spreading them wider with his knee. He was so fucking hot. And all you knew at this moment was that you wanted him. So bad.

“- Then suck me off. Now.”

You watched him with wide eyes, and you couldn’t help glaring all over the room to be sure no one was there or hearing your conversation. It was late, and you were probably the last ones here, but still, it was not 100% sure.

“- You… You sure you want to do that here ?”

Seeing the panicked look on your face, Changbin prepared himself to be the pervert of the year in your book.

“- Y-Yeah… I mean, only if you want it too. We can just forget what happened if you want. I’m fine with th-

- I’m more than fine with that, just wanted to be sure you were.”

This time, you cut him off, but he’s not going to complain. Not when you were smiling at him while undoing the knot of his shorts. Not when you were sliding his clothes down his thigh and looking at his cock with adoration. Not when you took it in your hands and licked your lips as if you wanted to eat it.

“- So big… Knew you'll be…”

Changbin groans once again and lets his finger play with your bottom lips, the one you always bite when you tease him. This time, it’s his thumb that you bit playfully, making him want to bury himself deep inside you right now. You let go of his finger and put your mouth to a much more useful activity.

You started by just licking the tip of his cock, tasting him for the first time and almost moaning at the feeling. You wanted to do that for so long, and you were far from being disappointed. So you licked him all over, wetting his dick until it was practically dripping with your saliva. And just when Changbin was about to tell you to finally take him in your mouth, you did it. He growled and threw his head back, putting a hand in your hair, grabbing it firmly and making you moan around his cock.

“- Keep going baby… You’re so good at this…”

As an answer, you started to bob your head on his dick, taking more and more of him in your mouth with every thrust. Soon enough, Changbin was only able to groan and moan under your lips, tongue and mouth, having just enough self control not to bury himself deep in your throat and cum right there. That’s why he forced you to let out of his cock, grabbing you by your hair and he could have come just seeing the fucked out look on your face, saliva smeared all over your chin and eyes shining with lust.

“- Take off your clothes.”

You didn’t think twice before obeying, standing up in front of him and throwing away your sports bra, your shorts and your panties. In another situation, you would have felt exposed and ashamed. But with the way Changbin was looking at you - like he wanted to devour every part of your body - you could only feel confident.

You slid your hands under the hem of his shirt, grazing his firm abs with your nails. You saw him shiver distinctly under your touch as you helped him throw away his last piece of clothing as well with a smile. You could drool over his body for hours, but you would have time for that later. For now, you just wanted to feel him in you. And even if you were really turned on by the situation, it was risky and you had to be quick. So you kissed him again, bringing him with you to the cashier until your back was pressed against it.

“- Turn around for me baby, hm ?”

It wasn’t a real question, and you were far too gone to register the fact you were going to fuck with Changbin in the changing room of the gym. No, this was thinking material for tomorrow morning. For now, you just did what he asked you to, whining when you felt his strong hands gripping your waist and his hard cock sliding against your wet folds.

“- Can I- Is it okay if I-”

Changbin had to take a deep breath before going on with his words. It was already unbelievable for him to have you bend over for him like this, maybe he was pushing his luck.

“- Shit- Can I fuck you ?”

You giggled at his words, as if your wetness and all the noises you were making since the start weren’t enough to indicate him you were more than okay with fucking him, that you wanted it for a long time now.

“- You’re sweet… Yes, you can fuck me Binnie, you don’t know how much I’ve dreamt about it…”

Changbin was glad you couldn’t see him right now, because he knew from the heat that was eating them up that his cheeks were red. His cock twitched at the thought of you, dreaming about him fucking you. Was all of that even real ? You opening the cashier next to you and searching in your bag until you handed him a condom made him come back to reality. It was more than real, and Changbin didn’t want to miss a single second of it.

“- How long have you been keeping that with you ?

- You wished you knew.”

He chuckled and proceeded to put the condom on his dick, making you shiver in anticipation. You were waiting for this since the first time your eyes landed on him, and it was finally happening right now. Changbin didn’t let you much time to think about it before pushing one finger in you. He didn’t expect you to be this wet though, nor did he expect you to moan and rock your hips against his hand.

“- Please… Don’t tease Binnie…

- I- Don’t you need prep ?”

This time, you chuckled and glared at him upon your shoulder, just to appreciate the way his face was expressing his feelings ; surprise, yes, but mostly lust. And that turned you on even more, if that was even possible.

“- No, just want your big dick inside me…”

Changbin growled before removing his finger and quickly replacing it with his cock, making you moan and closing your eyes shut. The feeling was so good, too good. It was overwhelming, in a way that made you want to fuck yourself on his dick until you both came. And you did exactly that, not noticing how tense the man behind you was, how deep his fingers were digging into the skin of your hips. All you were feeling now was him.

“- Changbin… Fuck- You’re so good…”

However, you felt Changbin hands gripping so hard you just had to stop moving, even if it was a literal torture to feel it inside you and being unable to move. You whined, almost sobbing because you needed him, you needed to feel him deeper and deeper with each thrust. But he didn’t seem to be eager to do that.

“- Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight baby.”

You gasped at his firm voice, and you couldn’t help your walls clenching around him. His voice did things to you, it was a physical reaction, but it was enough to make him groan again. You stayed still even if it took all you had in you not to rut against him to try and get some friction. What you didn’t know was that Changbin was overwhelmed by the feeling of you. He needed a moment to calm down or else he would cum right now. And he wanted your first time together to be as good as possible for the both of you.

“- Bet you’ve been keeping this fucking condom with you since the first day. Wanted me to notice you and your dirty mouth, hm ?”

You wanted to answer, but all that let out your mouth was moans as he started thrusting in you so hard you thought you would crash in the locker in front of you. Changbin was buried deep inside you, that was the only thing on your mind.

“- Already going dumb for my dick… That was all you wanted all along, being all nice and kind just to get me there…”

You wanted to tell him something, to tease him too, but you couldn’t. You were only able to whine and moan his name as he kept moving in you at a steady path, rubbing this particular spot that got you to cry out quickly.

“- Changbin ! Fuck- So good…

- I know baby, you feel so good too… Wet and tight just for me, taking me so well.”

Your moans were enough for him to tell you were enjoying this as much as he was. Changbin was trying to sound composed, but he was on the verge of losing his mind just because of you. You were making him dizzy ; your warm cunt, your ass jiggling with every thrust, your moans of his name like in his wet dreams. All of that was driving him crazy, and adding the fact that he hadn't cum since eight days now, he knew he wouldn’t last long.

But Changbin was determined to make you come before him, wanted to hear your fucked out noises first. So he sneaked his hand to your clit, rubbing it as roughly as he was thrusting in you. And then, you were losing your mind over him.

“- Gonna- Shit ! Changbin… G-Gonna cum… Please…

- No need to beg baby, you’re gonna get it.”

However, it stroked his ego so much, knowing you were this intoxicated by him, maybe as much as he was by you. Changbin sped up his moves, both of his dick in you and his hand on your clit, making you come in a matter of seconds. He didn’t last long either, immediately losing it when he felt your cunt clenching so hard around him, moaning your name as he continued to thrust into you through both of your orgasms.

The moment he pulled out of you after you both calmed down a bit, you started to put on your clothes back. Changbin felt his heart dropping to the floor. Maybe he was just fooling himself all along ? Maybe you just wanted a quick fuck ? Maybe you were regretting it ? Maybe you didn’t want to talk to him ever again after this ? He felt bad. Really bad. But he was also feeling like it was his only chance to finally ask you out. If you rejected him, he’d go bury himself six feet underground and would never come back here. But what if you said yes ? If he was standing a chance, even a little one, he wanted to take it.

So he called your name as you were putting your shoes back on, as if you were really ready to get out and never think about this again, which made Changbin even more nervous if it was possible. But he had to do this. It was now or never.

“- Do you- Do you want to grab coffee with me ? We… We could like talk and hum… It could be fun, I think.”

He knew he sounded terrible and awful, and he could already hear Seungmin making fun of him for it. But for now, he was waiting for you to answer, the knot of anguish in his stomach tighter than ever.

“- Is it… Will it be like a date or something ?”

Changbin's eyes widened at your question. You were thinking he just wanted to do this with you once and go with his life like nothing happened ? He could never. He was already too into you to go back.

“- Y-Yeah ! I mean, if you want it to be a date, then, yes.”

Your warm smile made the knot disappear, and the second he felt you pecking his lips innocently, his heart starting to beat faster when you looked him in the eyes.

“- Then I’ll wait for you outside.”

You turned around and got out of the changing rooms, your bag on your shoulder and a bright smile on your lips as you closed the door to let him put his clothes back on. At this precise moment, he knew he didn’t give a fuck about the bet. No, he didn’t care when Minho teased him about it, saying back to him his latter statement, when he told everyone he would win just yesterday. No, he couldn’t care when he had you. And he would happily spend the rest of the month fucking you and loving you.

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k9iriz · 1 year

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𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟕𝟕𝟕

𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

(18+ ; 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 & 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙)

𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘺 & 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢/𝘥𝘰𝘮!, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳/𝘴𝘶𝘣, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 & 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 & 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 (𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸/ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬), 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 + 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳.

this is gonna be long.

“𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭? 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭.”

you would say i could be crazy or delusional to wanna fuck my therapist, but it’s an fantasy I’ve had for awhile.

her hands gripping my thighs open while she eats my soul out, under so many restraints? was something i craved.

I had so many dreams of her just…fucking me senseless, and my brain wonders everywhere any session.

she’s just…so fucking fine. the way her hands could fit around my throat, her voice could make me wet in one sentence…it wasn’t even a crave to have her.

it was a immediate want.

I got a sex therapist for personal reasons, never did I ever think they would put me with a female therapist.

I grew a want from her when I first seen her, she was sweet but dark by her appearance.

My session was today, me scheduling it randomly, it was something I really needed to get off my chest.

she needed to know how i feel.

I sat across from her as i fiddled with my fingers, biting on my lip slowly, staring at her cleavage through her open black shirt.

Thrown off, staring at her tatted hands, with all the rings on them, slickly as she wrote on her notepad, making my panties damp.

Her office was dark, but it was a beautiful sight.

All I could see was her bending me over on her couch, just fucking me until my brain melted.

“Welcome back y/n. Didn’t expect you back so soon after Monday.” Rhea smiled, walking over to sit on the front of her desk, slickly manspreading.

I mentally moaned, choking at her speaking to me, knocking me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah. I-I just wanted to tell you in person, that I’ve been having sexual dreams…alot of them.” I explained, clicking my tongue.

“That sounds like progress. Is your partner is fulfilling your desires and dreams to have them reoccurring?” Rhea asked, rolling her sleeve ends up.

damn, i forgot…im married.

He was okay…in the romance department. But he doesn’t make me feel…the way rhea mentally makes me feel.

I played with my ring as I bit on my lip in nervousness, making rhea tilt her head at me.

“I mean…*sighs* he satisfies my needs as he should…but, the dreams aren’t about him. That’s why i came today.�� I nervously said, looking up at her, hoping she didn’t catch on so fastly.

Rhea paused. “That’s fine, it fuels the sexual desire for your partner if you’re imagining it. I do it sometimes.” Rhea smiled, she was married as well.

Internal anger rised inside of me, seeing her smile at that statement, knowing she had a whole wife.

Fake agreeing, nodding at her statement.

“Hm, let’s do an exercise.” Rhea said as she turned me around, facing a mirror as i relaxed at her hands touching my thighs, slightly spreading my legs apart.

“Now, close your eyes, and imagine your partner behind you instead of me, and imagine them just kissing on you.” Rhea assured, making me breathe out, closing my eyes.

All I could see was her.

Her hands moving to my neck, and all down my breast area, just feeling her breathe on my neck and kissing all my sweet spots.

“Now, do you see it?” Rhea asked.

I couldn’t lie.

“I just can’t imagine him. No matter how hard i try.” I frowned, as rhea tilted her head again, sitting back at her desk, thinking of something else.

“Okay. How about you tell me…who are you thinking about in these dreams?” Rhea asked, looking at me as i felt a lump get caught in my throat.

I silently debated if I wanted to tell her or not…

“I’m not gonna judge you, it’s a judgement free zone love.” Rhea said, making my legs squeeze shut at how her accent laced of off ‘love.’

I looked up at her as i sat up, spitting it out. “You.”

Rhea paused, as she was really taken back on what my awnser was, slowly running her hands down her pants as she shook her head.

“Is that what you really scheduled this appointment for? To tell me that?” Rhea asked, as i slowly nodded, feeling my cheeks get hot.

“You know we’re married right?” Rhea pointed her finger between us, looking at me like she could yank me up at any second.

I nodded as i looked down at my hands, slowly sliding my ring off, throwing it across the room, making rhea stare at the whole interaction.

She was impressed, i didn’t even have to speak, i always spoke with actions.

Rhea stood up as she smirked, that damn smirk. It had so many intentions behind it, not knowing what she was gonna do.

“Can you please…help me?” I asked boldly, as bit my lip at her.

Rhea chuckled, before she opened her desk compartment, pulling out handcuffs, along with some other toys, making my eyes go wide.

“Take it off.” Rhea spoke only, referring to my clothes as i gulped, slowly taking them off, knowing i purposefully didn’t wear any undergarments, making her walk over to me.

“Fucking slut, no panties?” Rhea asked, hovering over us, before she grabbed my hair, bending me over in front of the mirror on the couch, making me gasp at her sudden actions.

Rhea ran her hands up and down my ass, slapping it one time, making me jump.

I could metal clanking as she slowly tied my hands up with her belt, slowly feeling her tug at it, bringing my head to drape at her shoulder.

“Look how pretty you look princess.” Rhea whispered in my ear as she slowly draped her hand down to my clit, rubbing it in circles as i felt myself moan softly, her teasing her fingers between my wet folds, slowly tapping my sensitive clit.

“This is what you wanted the whole time huh? Fucking your therapist? Fucking slut.” Rhea growled in our ear, slowly draping her fingers in our entrance as i felt my loud moan being cut off by her freehand, shoving her fingers down my throat.

Her pulling her fingers out of my throat as she easily pulled her fingers out of my clit, as her hand choked me, giving me so little of air to breathe, you were so shocked by all the sudden movements, you couldn’t even speak.

a hard slap came over our face, her towering us, with our legs were shaking at the action, as she stared at me.

scoffing, “such a slut.” she slowly seen me smile, biting my lip as my spit was covered in her fingers, all down my chin and chest, as she released her hand from my neck, taking her hands, pulling off her pants, she was ready for this.

you didn’t know she carried a strap-on all the time, especially on her.

it made you even wetter.

“turn around.” she spoke as i fully arched my back, looking up at her in the mirror as she came behind me.

me whining in anticipation, pressing back against her as i was almost damned to speak, i felt her fill me up, my eyes rolled back into my skull, i could hear her chuckle from behind me.

(let’s act like the couch is like one of those ‘bed’ couches, okay?)

my hands balled up into fists as i felt her dig her nails in my sides, leaving slight claw marks as i bit my lip, hearing the sounds of my wetness already, as her hand trailed down my back slowly, that right there.

touch was consistency, and she was gonna be hands on.

“clenching on me already sweetness?” her voice laced with dominance, a hint of teasing, sarcastically watching me become a mess under her.

“fuck. you’re doing so good darlin’…tell me, how am i making you feel? talk to me.” rhea leaned down, as my cheeks were pure red from embarrassment, feeling my hands giving me no advantage, since they were tied up.

“i-it feels so g-good…” as a slight squeal came from behind it, feeling her hand come into contact with my ass, leaving a mark.

“better than your husband hm?-” her being cutting off, with my hands scuffling through the belt, almost loosening them before rhea stopped, seeing i was trying to come untied, pushing back away from her, making the dildo slide out with ease, as she smirked to herself, gaining an idea, taking it off your hands.

i wanted to touch her.

rhea didn’t have a problem with it, it gave her fuel not to go easy on you.

disobedient.

“where do you think your going? huh?” rhea growled, pushing back with some much force, wrapping her hand around our ends of hair, pulling it.

a loud scream laced the office, as a stinging hard slap came across my face, making tears fall down my face as her pace gotten faster, instantly hitting my spot, feeling that orgasm creeping apon me.

“we’re quiet i see…let me fix that.” rhea smirked, as my head was yanked back far, staring up at her with glossy eyes as my moans were struggling to come out, making her smile.

“ouuu-fuck!”

“now, like i said, where the fuck where you going?” rhea asked me, making her slap my ass again, as my eyes met with hers as her strokes were rough and slow paced, as she watched the ripples in our ass come about.

“n-nowhere…o-oh my godddd.” you dragged out as a cry, feeling yourself begging she didn’t rip you apart, but you loved it, taking it all.

“mmm, look at you pretty. those pretty little tears of yours, so fucked out. take a look princess. take a look for mami, please?” rhea praised, looking at our eyes in the mirror, as i shook my head, feeling my climax come on, as she abused my sweet spot.

“you weren’t fuckin’ shy until you were in this mirror, fuckin’ look at it.” rhea growled in our ear, feeling her sick on our earlobe, feeling your eyes open, not wanting to piss her off further, she was so gorgeous fucking your brains out.

you two were making…some type of love you never made before.

you two made each other feel something nothing your spouses couldn’t, the tension…the energy, it was all there.

“i-im gonna c-cum!” i squealed, as more more tears came out, biting your lip as i chanted her name under my breath.

her pulling out as you felt yourself whine, her picking you up with so much ease, as your hands wrapped around her neck, how could a married woman fuck me…with her wedding ring on?

ruthless.

“oh god…y/n. you feel so good against me.” rhea felt herself moan against your lips, that sexual tension, you two knew how deep this was besides sessions.

her holding our legs up as her eyes contacted with mines, pushing us up against a wall, bound to take my soul as i arched my back from the cold wall, she began pounding into me, in place as i lost it.

she knew i was close, she was so sweaty, and so was i.

my mouth dropped open as my eyes were in my skull damn near, feeling her whisper sweet nothings to me, as our foreheads touched, it was so intense.

“tell me…tell me who fucks you better princess.” rhea smirked, feeling my legs shake between her arms.

“you!” i moaned, as bit my lip at her, i could just cum from the eye contact.

“who makes you feel good?” rhea whispered to us.

“you, baby.”i stuttered, that only she could hear out, it all came together, running your hands through her hair, caressing it

i nodded my head as i let out a loud cry, feeling myself about to literally…release, as she made all the love bites across my neck… hitting my sweet spot.

squirt & cum.

“cmon, one more just for me… cum all over me. bitch.”

“im cumming…oh shit-” i stopped myself as i felt myself shake, her looking down as a long moan released, seeing my bottom half was wet, and hers as rhea bit her lip, as she carried you back to the couch, you on top of her.

i looked down at her, as i grabbed her hand, stuffing two fingers in my mouth, the finger with the ring on it, before pulling it out of my mouth, throwing the ring across the room like she did mines…

her staring up at me as she wrapped her hand around my neck, pulling me into a nasty, sloppy kiss, that i’ve been yearning for.

“get a divorce & ill divorce mines. i want you.”

beginning to end. a start of a web of lies &

a love triangle.

made it nasty as possible,

here you go. ill get even nastier. 😉 - kai.

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e la vita ch. 3

~ ch. 1 & ch.2 here ~

content warnings: f! reader, bisexuality, p in v sex, feelings, angst

word count: 7.4k

a/n: thank you all for coming on this ride with me! i am so grateful to have you guys in my life <3

I’ve convinced Matty to take me back to his. Partially because I’m embarrassed to be sleeping on the pull-out couch and partially because I don’t want to go all the way back up the hill to Nina’s. I’ve spent so much time wallowing that I want to jump at the possibility of something as hedonistic as having sex with Matty. It feels like something I’ve earned.

The boys’ villa looks different than I remember it. The hazy afternoon light brightens it and I can see now that it’s decorated quite nicely. It must not be theirs if they’ve been coming here since they were teenagers; it probably belongs to Matty’s family but I see it as a credit to him anyway. I think I’m delusional enough at this point that I’d see anything about him as meritorious.

Matty takes my hand and leads me up the stairs to the second floor, stopping me as soon as I reach the top to push me up against the wall and kiss me. He boxes me in with his arms around my head, creating a space for just us, and petting my hair gently as his mouth explores mine. He feels warm and comfortable and my world goes fuzzy. He smiles against me and pecks at my chin sweetly once he’s had enough of my lips. He pulls me further along the corridor, looking back at me and pressing a finger to his lips.

“Are you not allowed to have girls home?” I tease as he opens the door to his room. He trots over to the window and opens it, letting fresh air into the space. Then he makes his way back to me, pulling me into him by my dress until my lips almost touch his.

“Nah,” he smiles into me, “George usually takes a nap around this time. Don’t wanna wake him if I don’t have to.”

He pushes me back to sit on the foot of the bed, and I immediately start unbuttoning his shirt. I look up at him innocently.

“Does that mean I can’t be loud?” I ask. I mean it earnestly, but the fact that me whining and looking up at him pouting turns him on is a delightful bonus.

His hand finds my jaw, caressing it sweetly. “You can be as loud as you want, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to miss a single pretty noise you make.”

I smile and move to stand to get rid of my dress. Matty’s hands find my shoulders and push me back down.

“Lay back,” he says. I shuffle back on the bed until my back meets soft pillows. I look down to the sheets for a moment and I notice they’re littered with blue and green flowers, like something my grandmother would have swooned over in the eighties. They smell like my grandmother, too; that sweet, musky smell of things that have lived a hundred lives already. They’re soft but not quite threadbare beneath my fingertips. I muse at the idea, thinking Matty has probably worn them out over the many, many years he’s been coming here. The sheets contain stories I’ll never know, that I’ll never even think to ask.

“Is everything okay?” His voice brings me back to reality.

“Yeah, they’re pretty s’all.”

“The sheets?”

“Yeah, but not as pretty as you,” I sigh as I catch his earlobe in my mouth. He gasps as I do, “You gonna undress me? Or are you all talk?”

“Fuck me,” Matty mutters under his breath, his hands find the hem of my dress and push it over my head, skimming my sides as he does. His fingers leave goosebumps in their wake, tickling me slightly, setting my nerves on fire.

My bra and underwear are still slightly damp from our dip in the lake. Matty kneels between my legs immediately, kissing the space between my breasts, the outline of my ribcage that dips down into my soft belly. He spreads his hands over my torso, holding my middle to his mouth so I can’t escape his worship.

I grab onto his hair and hold tight to him as he kisses his way further down. He looks up at me, panting, through dark lashes before he touches the waistband of my panties. My mouth is open, gasping for breath, as I nod to him eagerly. I plant my feet on the soft bed and lift my hips to help Matty as he removes my underwear. He’s greeted by dark, thick hair and wetness.

He looks at me for a moment, taking me in.

“I didn’t expect this, either,” I say, blushing. He leans down and presses a kiss to my inner thigh.

“It’s perfect,” he whispers into the skin there. He crawls back on top of me and reaches around to my back to take my bra off. I arch my back to help guide it off and Matty looks as if he could bust right then and there, knelt on the bed and completely clothed.

After a second more of dumbness, he asks, “Do you know how pretty you are?”

My hands come to cover my face. It's too much, too romantic. And what's more, the answer is no; I don’t know how pretty I am. I’m wise enough to know that, when I look in the mirror, the image that makes it to my brain is distorted. I could be looking at a supermodel, but if I knew her reflection belonged to me, I would despise it. I don’t know why after so many years of learning to love myself, I still fall short, but I do. Each and every time. Besides, it feels like a ridiculous thing for him to say. Matty grabs my wrists, tugging the shelter from my eyes, and brings one hand down to cover my breast, squeezing it.

“Feel yourself,” he whispers in my ear, pinning my other hand above my head. He helps me massage my left breast and I moan involuntarily as he does. “That’s right, baby, feels so good, doesn’t it? So soft and warm. Does it feel good when you touch yourself like this?”

I moan and nod, letting out a barely audible whimper.

His mouth trails from my ear down to my jaw and neck, “Words, please,” he instructs.

“Yes,” I gasp, “It feels good. I feel good, Matty.”

“Good.” He folds my hand back into his and trails it down my ribs, down into the dark patch of hair that grows between my legs. “Touch yourself for me, baby,” he whines into my chest, “Want you to feel good.” I meet his eyes for a second, apprehensive. He nods at me encouragingly and I smile lazily, resigned to his will. I bring my hand down, lower and lower, gathering some wetness so I can rub my clit. It’s like the treatment for an illness; that little bit of pressure on my bud eases the ache between my legs instantly, allowing the feeling to morph and change into something pleasurable. I trap my clit between two fingers and stroke myself up and down as Matty catches my lips in his again.

“That’s it, you listen so well,” he says, “How does it feel?”

“God,” I buck against my hand, “It feels so good. So wet and warm please I want you to feel.” His hand comes down to cover mine and I sit up on my elbows to watch him, wanting to see his reaction to my body. I hope it pleases him. My mouth hangs open as I keep my eyes on his face. I feel him playing with me and I whine. Matty begins to tease my entrance, barely dipping in, feeling my muscles contract and relax. I watch his face as he finally slides two fingers into me. When he shuts his eyes, I do too, clenching at the feeling. It feels otherworldly; so different from when I touch myself because I can’t anticipate it. I let my hands fall above my head, arching up into his touch and writhing in pleasure, chasing something, and following my body’s instincts of what feels right.

I feel empty all of a sudden. My eyes snap open.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, looking down at Matty, who’s watching me, mesmerized.

“Oh fuck, sorry,” he acquiesces, moving his hands back onto me, “You’re fucking perfect, I just wanted to watch.” He leans up and kisses me as he strokes my clit side-to-side, building me up and leading me to the edge.

“Can I please fuck you?” he asks into my mouth. I nod furiously, knocking my teeth against his and smiling bashfully in the wake of my mistake and my eagerness.

“Sorry,” I mumble.

“That’s alright,” he smiles into my mouth and I inhale it like a drug. I watch him hazily as he gets up onto his knees and moves off the bed, removing his pants and boxers. It’s a reveal that’s come at a time when I can’t fully appreciate it. I'm too dumb with the anticipation and excitement of having sex with someone new to be able to fully take him in, or compare him to anything. I just want him as close to me as he can be.

He reaches into a drawer somewhere and retrieves a condom, tearing the wrapper and rolling it onto himself. Then he’s kneeling beside me, taking up my whole consciousness. He’s all I can see and think about. And, when he kisses me, it doesn’t feel new, it feels old and known. Like this was supposed to happen in every parallel universe. Like it’s happened before and we’ve found our ways back to each other. He feels like an extension of me, an appendage that’s been missing that I’d just learned to live without.

“You ready?” he mumbles against my lips.

“Yeah.” I chew on my lip slightly as Matty moves over me, spreading my legs to invite him into the space between them. He lines himself up and taps my clit with his cock. It jolts me back to life and my eyes catch his.

“There you are,” he smiles, beginning to push into me. I close my eyes, bracing myself.

I can feel him sinking into me, getting deeper with every short thrust, coating himself in me. My ears are ringing and my skin is abuzz. It hurts a little bit, and I’m just about to decide whether I need to speak up when I feel Matty’s lips on my cheek, nuzzling me and asking for attention. I open my eyes to see Matty – the cocky boy I met at a party in my pajamas, whose very nature seemed custom-made to off-put me – hovering above me, his black pupils dilated and vast, lips plump and agape, heaving as though it’s taking everything in him not to fuck me bruisingly.

“You can move,” I say.

“Oh thank god,” he breathes, and wastes no time beginning to move his hips into mine. He rocks into me slowly at first and I try to remember what I’m supposed to focus on. Matty answers for me, taking my hands in his and pinning them above my head as he ramps up the pace, slamming his hips into mine with abandon.

I wrinkle my eyebrows and look into his eyes which bore down into me. I feel watched, lauded, revered even. Matty holds my hips and turns one leg over the other, so I’m lying in a fetal position. Then he leans down and brings his hand to my neck firmly, like a collar. Not enough pressure to even stop the blood rushing to my head. It’s sweet and dominating and ultimately reassuring. His other hand squeezes at the flesh of my ass as he re-enters me, moving faster than last time. I can feel him inside of me literally, in the places he's physically touching, as well as in every pleasurable nerve in my body. Matty forces my body to sing for him; he conducts it like a symphony.

“Can you go a little faster, please,” I squeak out, and I’m instantly throttled by more pleasure, hot and hard. He moves faster than I thought possible and I can feel my body building to a high, tightening in anticipation.

“I’m gonna cum,” Matty gasps, “Fuck! Where do you want me to cum?”

“On me,” he pulls out a second later, holding his cock in his hand and pumping himself.

A second later I’m covered in white drops of cum, like confetti or sweat or dew.

“Fuck!” he pants, rolling over onto his side, “Let me get you a towel sorry I didn’t think.”

He stands and turns around, and it’s the first time I’m fully able to appreciate his nakedness. Taut, firm muscle decorates his back and descends into his ass and legs. I watch each ripple and flex absentmindedly as he grabs a washcloth from the wardrobe in the corner and returns to bed. He looks at me, body a mess of water and salt and cum, and gently wipes it all away. I gulp as he does, watching the methodical way he maneuvers the cloth, folding it each time he captures more of us inside of it. Inside of there is the only proof that we were ever real, I think. Despite the fact that Matty and I have been spending lots of time together recently, we don’t have any photos together. He hasn’t bought me anything I could point to as proof of his affection. When I tell my friends back in New York about him, they will just have to take my word for it. The real us will be scrubbed away on a metal washboard and hung out to line dry in the punishing midday sun. I won’t have someone to reminisce about it with because the only person who experienced it with me will be Matty, and he will be gone.

I snap myself out of it. It’s typical of me to think about how things end before they’ve even begun. I think that, if I do that, somehow I’ll prepare myself for the hurt and then the reality will have a little less sting. In practice, things hurt whether we are prepared for them or not. Trying to measure whether they hurt less than they could have is a fool’s errand. I only get to experience things once. I’m infinitely limited that way.

Matty throws the rag away and focuses completely on me. I meet his eyes, suddenly unable to say anything. I think he wants me to say it was good or to ask a question or be mad at him or something. I don’t want to, I just want to be in this moment. I want to stretch it out like taffy and make it last forever: Matty panting quietly, blissed out next to me and me, quiet for once in my life with traces of him sticking to my body.

I move my head to his chest, squishing my face into him so he can’t implore me to speak any longer. I smell him and feel his firm muscles that support me from under tender, white skin. I feel my head ebb and flow on the surface of his swelling ribcage, a constant reassurance of some kind.

“Sorry, I kinda forget to breathe during sex,” he chuckles, heaving some more.

“I don’t mind,” I manage.

“Okay.”

I’m scared of the comedown. I’m scared he’ll want me to leave. I’m scared I’ll say the wrong thing. I’m scared of difficult questions. I just want this. This is comfortable, at least.

“Do you compare me to her?” he whispers, index finger circling my shoulder blade. I frown.

“Who?” I ask.

“Your ex-girlfriend.” I chuckle a little bit.

“What’s to compare?” It’s a question but I make it sound more like a statement. Or I mean to, anyways.

“I dunno,” he drawls, “like how good I make you feel or somethin’.”

“No,” I answer, “definitely not that.” He sits up against the headboard and kicks the duvet off his legs.

“Other things then?”

“Do you compare your sexual partners to each other?” I ask.

“Not really, I guess,” he mutters. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

“I don’t know. It would last longer with her but that’s just how it is when it’s two girls,” I shuffle myself deeper into him, I want to show him that I want to be close to him. His hand comes up to my hair on instinct. “I don’t mind that you get tired or whatever, it’s just, like, different. I don’t know.”

“Different good or different bad?”

“Just different. Like ‘ooooh’ and ‘aaaah,’ I guess. They both feel good, they're just a little different,” I look up at his face to make sure he believes me.

“I’m sorry to make you give me the bisexuality crash course,” I smile into the soft skin that covers his pecs, “I suppose it makes me a little self-conscious. Knowing you’ve done all the stuff I do to you.”

“Well not all of it,” I chuckle at him. He swats my shoulder.

“Don’t be disgusting,” he says. I remember her; her hips and her whines. It hurts a lot less than it once did but it’s not quite devoid of any sting.

“I do kind of wish I could experience it from a boy’s point of view,” I state. I debate whether I’ll tell him what I mean. I wouldn’t want him to see me as masculine or someone who doesn’t want him. My therapist would say that if he does think those things then he’s not right for me, but what if I don’t necessarily want him to be right? It’s not that I want him to be wrong, per se. I just want him to be exactly who he is. And, if who he is hurts me, I’m okay with that, I think. It’s the first time in a long time that I’m sure I can handle being hurt. Not because I have some magic tonic to get over it, but because I know there’s nothing I can do to stop it hurting. Other people would hurt me anyway – coworkers, family members – but none of them are Matty. At least if he were to hurt me it would come from him. He would never hit me below the belt or lie to himself about me when I’m gone. In a funny way, that’s comforting. I trust him to hurt me.

“How so?” he prods me.

“Like to actually get to feel a girl on your own… genitals, I guess. Yeah, I mean there’s lots of great ways for women to have sex but there’s always some artificiality to it, I feel. It’s never gonna feel the same for me to fuck a girl as it does for you is what I’m trying to say.”

“What if it’s not supposed to?”

“Oh don’t go all philosophical on me. Wouldn’t you be upset if all of a sudden when you had sex with a girl you couldn’t feel your dick?”

“I suppose it is pretty awesome the way it is,” he concedes, “You can still feel it though, right?”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore. You’ll end up hating me,” I bury my face into his shoulder, resenting that I even brought it up.

“We don’t have to talk about it but I guess what I wanted to say was you can’t go around just wanting what you don’t have or you’ll miss what’s in front of you,” he says, “I know that sounds cheesy but I used to, like, go on tour and spend every minute missing my girlfriend. Even when I was stood in front of 10,000 people who were singing my most intimate thoughts back to me. But we don’t get to choose when and how we’re loved. All we can choose is where to place our own attention. So if I look out at the faces of a bunch of kids who spent their allowances to come and see me sing and I’m thinking about some other shit that I don’t have right now, I’m basically mugging them off. I’m being a dick, like rejecting their love. You can’t have sex with a girl and feel them the same way I can, okay whatever. But that’s not what makes it great anyways – I mean sure, it’s part of it, but it’s not everything. Deep down you know that. It’s just … life’s not fair.”

I sit up on top of him so now my face hovers above his. “It’s fair enough,” I say, “at least right now it is.”

“I think so, too,” he smiles at me. Then I kiss him.

Around noon the next day, I find myself in the city center, food shopping for the villa. The yellow midday light caresses each uneven brick in the street, each metal cafe chair and table. It turns them from something cold and uninviting to something so bright it blinds me. I sit down at one of the local eateries to have a break before committing to the arduous hike back up the hill. I’ve scarcely ordered a glass of wine when I hear an old woman seeking my attention from the table over.

“Ciao, cara!” she addresses me as if she knows me. I figure she must be someone I’ve met before, or at least it’s better to assume that than the alternative.

“Ciao!” I fumble as I switch to a foreign tongue, “Non parlo italiano. Solo inglese.”

“It’s going to rain!” she says, animatedly.

“Now?” I ask, stunned.

“Later,” she shakes her head, “You will need to go inside soon.”

I tilt my head back, letting the light overtake my field of vision. It doesn’t seem like it’s going to rain. It seems like a perfect summer day.

“Don’t trust the sun,” she barks, drawing my attention back down to Earth, “It will not give you any answers.”

“Thank you for telling me.”

“Of course,” she croons. A waiter brings a glass of white out to my table and I thank him for it. I sip on it, it’s fruity and light. Noncommittal.

“You will never feel more alone than when you are stuck in the rain,” the woman continues, “I know it too well.”

“I’ve been feeling alone a lot recently. I’m just about used to it,” I try to console her, to show her she doesn’t need to worry about me.

“You will never be used to loneliness!” she gasps, “My husband died a decade ago and I am still lonely. I was with him for twenty-two years! Oh, I have my cats and my girlfriends, but I will always be lonely. One day he was here and then he was not. It’s mourning, it’s never over.”

“I hope that’s not true…”

“Believe it. Once you understand you cannot make it go away, then you can make peace with it,” she huffs, raising her wine glass to her lips, and I wonder how many portions preceded it. She shuffles her chair away from the table and begins to walk away.

“Goodbye, have a good afternoon,” I say, trying to ease the awkwardness that seems to be perceptible to only me.

“Ciao, cara,” she calls, “Believe it!”

I take a sip of my wine that evades categorizing and look up at the sky once more. Dark gray clouds have started to crowd the sunny expanse from the west. I hum to myself and turn the woman’s words over in my mind: You will never be used to loneliness. Believe it.

Moonlight twinkles through the windows of the villa, tinting the warm room with coolness. The girls are out– some party I bailed on to spend time with Matty. I seem to be doing that a lot, lately. I want to be angry with myself for it, but I can’t find the will. I feel good when I’m with him. I’m not encumbered by my own self-perception. It’s like when I’m with him, I’m too preoccupied with him, learning about him, knowing him, to be concerned with what I’m missing out on. When I lie with him, I can’t begin to worry whether my tummy is too big or if my double chin is visible; all I want is to know more about Matty. I want to search his body, taking inventory of the innocuous tattoos that litter his legs, kissing each one with fervor, tasting the sweat that caresses every centimeter of his lush body. I want to know everything about him; I want to squeeze every bit of knowledge out of him until he’s begging me to take a turn answering questions. I want to know him completely.

I don’t know how to like someone a regular amount. I only know how to pine, and fall delusionally in love, and fuck it up. After all, what’s the point of being infatuated if you don’t feel your life is wildly improved with each second you spend with the other person? And if that’s the case, why wouldn’t you sacrifice everything to be in their presence?

Matty is sat up against the pillows in my pull-out bed. My head is in his lap and his hands tickle my scalp lightly. He brought along a record to play but it hasn’t been playing for a solid ten minutes at this point. Flipping it to the B-side would mean removing ourselves from one another, something neither of us is particularly keen on.

“You don’t want to go out?” Matty speaks aloud, cutting through the comfortable silence we’ve fallen into.

“Not really,” I mumble. I meet his eyes, he doesn’t seem to understand. Probably not in his rockstar nature to stay home, I think.

“I won’t be able to enjoy it anyways,” I continue, “I go home so soon. If I drink, I’ll just start thinking about New York and I won’t be able to enjoy the present.”

“You’re a sad drunk? I thought you were an angry one. If memory serves,” he chuckles, recalling the night I stopped hating him.

“I think I’m just a kind of sad person,” I say, “Not in a bad way. Just I find it hard to live in the moment. I’m either stressing about the future or mourning the past.”

“I get it. It’s kind of fun to be nostalgic.”

“Yeah, sometimes.”

“Why are you stressing about the future?”

“I’m not right now, I guess. Just thinking about you,” I smile up at him.

“Well what stresses you out about the future more generally?” he asks.

I look at him quietly, sitting up in his lap so my head is against his heart. What does stress me out about the future? It’s nothing in in particular, I suppose. It’s more the fact that I know no matter how much I plan, things will go wrong. People will leave me. I’ll never stick the landing quite as intended. Or maybe I will sometimes, but not all the time. There’s no safety net for me anymore.

“Sometimes I just feel like a little girl who doesn’t have anyone to take care of her anymore,” I whisper.

There are two sides to every coin. On one side is the reality that, without Claire, I feel freer than I have in a long time. I’m in Italy, doing exactly what I want. When I want to head out in the middle of the day and go to a museum, I don’t have to wait for anyone else to be ready. I don’t have to consider whether she’d like to go home when I’m out in the city. I can pick up a bouquet of flowers at the store without feeling like I should have waited to see if she would buy me some and feeling the resentment sneak in that she hasn’t. I can sprawl out on my pull-out bed and sleep whenever and however long I want. I’m living completely according to my own desires.

On the other side of the coin is the equally true fact that it’s harder to be alone. There’s no one to pick up my slack. No one who’s thought to make me dinner when I stay late at work. There’s no one built in to accompany me on errands that scare me or offer to do them in my place. There’s no one to notice that we’ve run out of paper towels and grab them from the store or pick up the check when I go out to eat.

I miss the days when my mom would lay my school clothes out for me and make dinner without asking me what I wanted to eat. I miss the fact that my dad went to work every day without complaining and paid the mortgage without mentioning it to me. I could coast. Now I feel I’ll never coast again. The closest I’ll get is having someone to share those burdens with.

I’m so tired. With miles and miles to go before the finish line, I find myself wondering what the end even is and whether it’s actually worth running towards.

“I’ll take care of you,” he says, holding my head to him.

“No, you won’t,” I tell him, “You have other things – other people – to take care of. There’s a time limit for how long you can take care of me.”

“Let me reach it. Don’t cast me out before the chips fall. Please.”

I look up into his endless brown eyes, filled with earnestness and itinerancy. I don’t know if I can let him. Despite the fact that I desire it so intently, I’m scared to believe that someone could care for me. I’m scared to let my guard down and get used to the help, to the tranquility, the comfortability of someone taking some of my burdens off my shoulders. As of recent, I am intimately aware that everything ends, and getting used to someone’s help only means it will be harder to move on. I’ll have to start flexing muscles that I haven’t used in years, that I don’t even remember how to engage. It’s happened with old friends and mentors. It happened with Claire. My independence and emotional fortitude atrophied due to lack of use. Those things aren’t easy to relearn. They were qualities I fought hard to develop and then cast out as soon as I realized I could get by without them. I consigned them to my partner all too willingly. I can’t make that mistake again. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t put myself in that kind of vulnerable position. It hurts too damn much.

The only knowledge that offers a modicum of relief is the fact that I’m not the only person who has gone through this. Every girlfriend my age has been in one of these relationships. We grew up in divorced or toxic households and learned very quickly that the story doesn’t end with ‘happily ever after’. We learned that who we invited into our vicinity and into our homes was of the utmost importance and we treated those decisions with the requisite gravity: denying ourselves suitors and kisses – anything that could distract us from developing our own independence. Then we met someone we wanted to try with and we did everything with them. We made commitments and stuck to them through thick and thin, even when it was hard. And then, one by one, our partners stopped caring. They stopped wanting to figure things out, they started investing the sacrosanct learnings of our relationships into other people. They receded from us continually until we had to declare that there was nothing left there, instead of sparing us the pain of watching them retreat and feeling discarded by the first person we had truly chosen to trust.

The skills I can gain back but I wonder if the betrayal will hurt forever. It sure seems like it will. Worse than that, it feels like I’ll want her back forever, even though I know she doesn’t want to try with me anymore. When I think of Claire, I still think of comfort and safety even though I also know of her seemingly infinite capacity to hurt me. I care more about being loved than being happy sometimes. My twisted mind thinks that being loveable is more important. It’s some kind of sick validation that I've been seeking all my life: I want to be loved. When I’m being loved seems to be the only time when my mind can truly quiet.

I’m crying, I can’t stop it. It’s a cosmic release I’ve been seeking for months: validation that what I’m experiencing is real and deserved and I’m not just some girl who got too attached like so many girls before her. I release the pain and the guilt. The guilt that I didn’t try hard enough, or treat her well enough. That maybe if I had compromised more – gone to stay with her family at Christmas, and given her more orgasms, and brought her breakfasts in bed – this never would have happened and I’d be contentedly walking under some scaffolding on 5th Avenue while acrid steam rises from the street with Claire’s hand in mine. I don’t want it anymore, I realize. For the first time ever, I don’t want her hand in mine. I want Matty’s.

I take his hand in mine and move to sit in his lap, one knee on each side of his body. As tears spill from the corners of my eyes, I lean to meet Matty’s mouth in a kiss, hungry and desperate. His hands find my face, frantically wiping the wetness from my cheeks.

“Are you okay?” he asks me.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I insist as more tears fall. I rise to my knees and let my hands fall to the button of his jeans.

His hands cover mine, stilling them. “Seriously, y/n.”

“Seriously, I’m fine.” I look into his eyes trying to convince him by will alone. “I promise.”

His mouth is on mine before I can finish my words. It’s wet and warm and euphoric; it makes my skin buzz. I hope it does for him, too. I move my hands to his hair, clinging to him for dear life as he devours me. The kiss is so passionate that it seems the only way to be closer to him would be to consume him. I moan, loud and long, into his mouth and he swallows it, he swallows my inhibitions and my melancholia.

Matty’s hands slip under the hem of my shirt and gently trace up my sides as he rids me of my t-shirt. I reach behind my back to unclasp my bra and Matty’s hands find my breasts on instinct as I return my attention to the button of his jeans, working diligently. He lifts his hips to help guide his pants and boxers off and slowly bends me backward onto the couch. I press a finger to his mouth as he tries to kiss me again.

“I need to be on top,” I breathe out, raggedly. “Is that okay?”

He nods, sitting up on the couch, naked from the waist down. I stand up, take my own pants off, and move back to him, hovering above him for a moment.

Matty caresses my inner thigh, slowly traversing the skin closest to my pussy, playing languidly with the wetness around my hole that beckons him.

“Are you sure you’re okay to do this right now? I don’t want to be a bad guy.”

“Please, you’re not,” I implore him, kissing his neck and jawline, “You’re not. I want you.” He removes his hand from my center and my brows crease in frustration.

Matty holds my face in his hands like a precious china doll, touch firmly caring. Like he knows he could break me and he’s anxious to be sure he doesn’t.

“I don’t ever want to hurt you. Ever. You get it?”

“I know,” I say into his shoulder.

He slides his fingers inside me, finally, and my head falls to his shoulder as I feel him stretching me out. I whine into his shoulder as he fucks me gently with his fingers, moving them shallowly inside of me, searching for my spot.

“Gonna fuck you now, okay?” he asks, looking into my eyes, praying that I answer him soberly.

I nod dumbly, reaching for his cock below me. I look at it and put my hand on it testingly, feeling him warm and throbbing for me. I move him towards my core and sink down onto him, eyes closing, body yielding to pleasure.

I begin to rock my hips back and forth on him, feeling the delicious pressure on my clit mix with the fullness of him inside me. I feel high, pliable, and vulnerable.

“Look at me,” he commands, and I do it on instinct. I don’t even think. I just want to please him so badly. I know he knows me. I know he’ll take care of me. He answers all my questions with a simple action or turn of phrase.

“Good girl.” The words go straight to my head, inducing some kind of fantastical euphoria in my brain. His words are like a puzzle piece that has been missing my whole life. Every minute I spent on my knees praying to God, every project I submitted in school — they were all desperate attempts to hear those two words, to begin believing that I could be good. That I wasn’t inherently evil and my nature wasn’t sinful. Despite the fact that I’ve been mean to my friends and selfish when I have things to give, I want to be told that I’m okay anyway. It’s all I’ve wanted to be my whole life, good. And to Matty, I am. It feels like the most right thing in the world. I’d do anything to be good for him, to hear those words one more time. I let the tenderness and oxytocin wash over me, bringing more tears to my eyes as he begins to lift his hips up to meet mine.

“I’m good?” I squeak out softly, panting and hazy.

“You’re good, baby,” he assures me with a kiss to my lips. It’s hungry and messy and it spurs me on; I ride him harder, faster. I buck into him over and over until numbness begins to crowd the taut muscles of my thighs.

“Let me take a turn,” he says, lifting me off him and laying me down on my back on the couch, “That okay?”

I nod eagerly. Matty holds onto my hips as he begins to nudge into me again, bringing my thighs closer to him than I had ever thought possible as he does.

My whole consciousness is him. I can remember to open my eyes only for seconds at a time. When I do, my whole vision is filled with him: his mouth agape and panting roughly, body falling into me repeatedly, eyes boring into mine, begging me to yield to him.

His hand moves to my clit, rubbing it in time with each perfect thrust. I’m happy, fuzzy, free, and savoring each pleasurable touch like I’ve been starved and Matty is the first food I’ve seen in days.

“Can you cum for me?” he asks, almost nervous.

I nod deliriously, taking his hand in mine – a sinful inversion of his actions the first time we fucked – and use it against my clit the way I need. Matty grunts primally in response and captures my lips between his, moaning into my open mouth. It’s filled with want – no, need. Made hotter by the fact that I know I need him just as badly.

The pressure on my clit and inside me builds to its hilt and spreads all over my body. I’m cumming over and over, completely unbridled and without warning. I can feel myself clenching around Matty repeatedly, inadvertently. I can vaguely feel him finishing inside of me, more from warmth and wetness than anything else. It’s a foreign feeling, really, but it fills me with pride. Despite my own high, I’m happy to have made him feel good.

Matty falls into me, resting his head on my breast. I envelop him in my arms, feeling the soft cotton of his t-shirt soaked through with sweat beneath my fingertips. We lay like that, breathing together heavily, until we both fall asleep without a word.

A few days later, the whole city is quiet. The people on the street don’t make any noise. The birds in the trees outside my windows open their mouths but no piercing tweet emerges. I watch everything around me as though in a silent film, guessing at what the actors could mean and want. Today is the day. My ears are ringing uncontrollably.

Today is the day that Matty is leaving.

It feels like the time has come without warning, even though I’ve been dreading this hour and minute for weeks. I keep telling myself not to worry because it’s not here yet, but that’s no longer true. Matty is in my bathroom. He stayed the night last night, tangled up in me. I brewed espresso this morning like usual, without a word. We drank it in bed and for once I didn’t complain when he spilled on Nina’s sheets. I just smiled. Angry breath would be wasted on him today. Besides, a stain would be something to remember him by.

Matty emerges, wiping his hands on his sweatpants and ambling over to me. He stands cautiously in front of me. He knows he’s about to hurt me and he doesn’t want to. He made it clear from the start, he never wanted to.

I grab his middle suddenly, unable to stand being away from him any longer. Unable to stand the awkwardness of the pain we have to cause each other. It’s an inevitable. Like a meteor on its course, we were always going to reach this destination. It was unspoken, but it was better that way. I have to believe it was better that way.

I can smell him. How long will it be until I can smell him again? I preemt the tears by speaking.

“Call me if you’re ever in New York,” I say with my cheek to his linen shirt. There’s a warmth radiating from him that calms me even though I’m anxious for him to leave. I know it will be hard.

“You know I will, baby.” His voice reverberates through the flesh of his chest and the thin fabric of his shirt. I can feel his voice touching me. He hooks his fingers under my chin, easing my face towards his. “You’re always gonna be my good girl, yeah?”

I nod because it’s all I can do. I know it’s not true but it feels so good to pretend for a second that it is. That we’re meant to be together and we’ll always be thinking about the other, even when we get old and we’re married or have kids.

He ruffles my hair and walks out the front door. I watch his curls bob through the window of the villa as he descends the hill for the final time this summer. I look around at my surroundings, the empty room that allows the faint sound of shrieks in from the pool outside.

I suppose I will keep him with me, in a way. He’ll always be the lover who hurt me the least. He never got the chance to give up on me. He never had to yell or cry to end our relationship, he just had to leave. We both had to. It was never really a choice.

Everything is still where it used to sing for him. The sheets will no longer ruffle, the coffee will stay un-drunk. He’s gone and it hurts so acutely. His absence is so heavy on my shoulders.

And for the first time in my life, I know I can bear it.

#matty healy fanfiction #matty Healy fanfic #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x reader #matty healy fluff #matty healy smut #matty Healy

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hvly · 8 months

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as a fellow virgin male enthusiast, who are thee virgins of each fandom ur in??

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sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ : ooooh, ive never really given any deep thought to who takes the virgin crown before. let’s dive in !

𓆩𖥔𓆪 — disclaimer ! these are just my opinions. if you disagree, cool. don't really care to hear it but let's be civilized and cordial.

Chainsaw Man - Obvious Answer

i know. you know. we all know who it is. do you think I should explain why? no. we all know I don't so we're gonna move on.

Demon Slayer - Himejima Gyomei

I’ll be honest, I was torn between Gyomei and Giyuu, but ultimately, Mr. Stone is taking the cake on this one. Now listen, I know we’re all enamored and absolutely riveted by the man's sheer size, but we have to be honest with ourselves (even if it hurts). And it’s not because he’s a sensitive soul and he cries over grass getting cut, but because he’s just a pious man imo. I truly believe that intercourse of any kind is the absolute last thing on his mind, if it’s there at all. Even if he did have sex, I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t be for pleasure.

Haikyuu - Asahi Azumane

i struggled with this one because id have to go school by school and more than one came to mind (maybe I'll do that later just for funsies 🤭) but Asahi is scoring high on my vir-dometer. Asahi seems like the type of guy who would wait until he's in a strong committed relationship before he has sex. Casual sex, one-night stands, and even early into the relationship. Something as intimate and personal as sex shouldn't just be done willy nilly (hehe, willy) and he has to be sure and secure in himself and his partner. What a guy, right?

Jujutsu Kaisen - Kokichi Muta

I feel like he's a virgin just because he's chronically in the friend zone. He just kind of has the misleading aura to him that keeps landing him there, like "Oh, he doesn't seem like the type that wants to be in a relationship/have casual sex. But I enjoy his company so win some lose some." Of course, he doesn't feel like that, but he also won't clear that misconception/misunderstanding up. Sure he'd like to get laid, but not at the expense of how people perceive him. He knows his time will come soon enough, though.

My Hero Academia - Shigaraki Tomura

Now before y'all jump down my gullet and bring up AFO Shiggy, I want to implore you all to be fucking forreal. That boy can barely talk to the people in his league, let alone get someone into his bed. And if he did (by some miraculous act of god), i'm almost positive he'd do one of two things. Sit there confused as to what to do next or he'd cum during foreplay and fall asleep. He's just incredibly, debilitatingly awkward to me and I pity the boy.

Obey Me - Belphegor

Belphie's just lazy, to be completely honest. I can't see him putting in any actual effort to lose his virginity. Sex is a physical activity that, depending on how soft or rough/fast or slow you are, can be quite strenuous. Is 10-20 minutes of physical activity worth like, 4 minutes of afterglow? No. No it isn't. It'd be much better spent sleeping. Or taking a nap. Resting his eyes, if you will. If he ever decides to spare the energy to bone, however, he's not doing any work. Purely spoiled pillow prince.

Tokyo Revengers - Kisaki Tetta

Kisaki is still a virgin just because of how obsessive and delusional he is. There's only one person for him and he's tunnel visioned on making them his and his alone. It's different from waiting for the right one because he knows who the right one is. They just don't know yet. He doesn't have a single moment to waste on some random fling or distract himself from his ultimate goal of making his target officially his.

#𓆩𖥔𓆪 — verses #tokyo revengers headcanons #obey me headcanons #mha headcanons #jjk headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #kisaki tetta x reader #belphegor x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #kokichi muta x reader #asahi azumane x reader #himejima gyomei x reader

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realtransman4fakegirls · 8 months

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I love shy, "dysphoric" fakegirls.

The ones too delusional to admit what gets their manly cocks hard.

The ones that don't want me to see or touch or taste it.

The ones that might let me fuck their ass, if I promise I won't even as much as look at their "clits".

It's so easy to break them, though.

If they're letting me fuck their ass with my strap, their cock is gonna get hard.

There's only a few who can cum from penetration alone, untouched.

Even if they can, they won't be able to resist touching their throbbing erection for long. Jerking themselves off in time with my thrusts.

After that, it won't be long until they're begging me to touch them, but I'll only do it if they say they want me to touch their cock.

I'll call them a good boy, and they'll shudder in pleasure. Maybe that's all it takes to make them cum.

If not, I'll jerk them off agonizingly slowly, in time with my deep thrusts, only letting them cum when they admit their hard, handsome cock makes them a man <3

They'll be jerking off furiously to the memory, maybe even begging me to fuck them again. I'll gladly do it. But next time, I'm not letting them cum. I'll pound their ass hard until I'm satisfied. If they're begging me to let them cum, I'll say I really wanna suck their cock.

They'll be so desperate, there's no way they're gonna say no.

I'm gonna give them the best blowjob of their life. I'll have them addicted to how good their cock makes them feel in no time <3

Soon they'll be comfortable with me touching their cock anytime I want, and they'll be begging me to touch and suck and fuck them all the time, horny constantly.

They won't be scared of their own masculine desires anymore, and finally accept themselves as the horny, sex-obsessed gay men they are <3

#fakegirl #mtf boy #t4t misgendering #misgenderingkink #misgenkink #mtf correctional therapy #forced masculinization #yeah hi i'm back with another original post <3 #not sureee how i feel about the execution tbh but i wanted to write something like this for a while now #i hope you enjoy <3

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raya-hunter01 · 9 months

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Lights, Camera, Action! Pt. 10

Lights, Camera, Action!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff, defloration (Virginity) masturbation

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Summary: How do you keep it together as Smackdown’s production director and navigate your life as the girlfriend of Mr. Main Event Jey Uso. Follow Shantell as she navigates her life as a girlfriend, sister, and confidant to the bloodline. Follow her on her journey to self-discovery of love and happiness.

Pensacola, FL

Fatu Family Home

“You didn’t have to come, baby,” I said as Jey loaded the gifts in his truck. “I wanted to be here, I knew Mama my was gonna go all out for this and I knew all of it wasn’t gon’ fit in your car,” he said as we returned inside. Sandra was nice enough to throw me a small baby shower along with my mom.

I can honestly say I am surprised Sandra and my mom are getting along so well, but I sure will take that any day. Hopefully no more ass-whoopings in the pool anytime soon.

“Hey can I talk to ya’ll for a minute,” Jey said as he guided my mom and Sandra to the backyard. I wonder what that is all about as Trin gave me a glass of punch. “Girl don’t worry bout them, let’s cut a little rug,” she said as I smiled following her back into the living room.

Jey’s POV

“Oh, Joshua she is going to love it. It’s really beautiful,” my mom said looking at the engagement ring Trin had helped me pick out. “You know I will always support ya’ll, all I ask is you do right by my baby,” Tanya said engulfing me in a hug.

“You know I will ma, I just hope she says yes, “I whispered as she laughed pulling away from me. “Boy, my daughter loves you. I know she’s going to say yes, and do the ugly cry,” Tanya said inviting my mother into our hug.

I tell you what, seven months ago I would have called anybody delusional if they would have said our mothers would be getting along. Now they are actually building a relationship, my mom actually helped Tanya move back here to Pensacola.

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Shantell’s House

Jey’s POV

“It’s yo daddy boy, come on kick,” I said talking to Shantell’s stomach as she laughed. “Don’t wake the baby up, I wanna sleep tonight,” Shantell said closing her eyes as I grinned. “You know we have to have our late-night talks, let us bond woman,” I said grinning at her as she gave me a tired smile.

“You gon’ be so crushed if it’s a girl,” Shantell said rubbing her stomach. “I would not, I would love my baby girl just the same,” I said pretending to be offended. “You know I’m kidding,” she whispered as I smiled at her. “I know it baby, but trust me we havin’ a boy,” I said confidently. “I will continue my neutral color purchases thank you,” she said smiling as we sat in silence as I rubbed her stomach.

These last couple months have been hard, but we are almost to the end. After a few minutes of baby watching, I was rewarded with a strong kick against my face.

Shantell’s POV

“Hey, man we waitin’ on you out here,” Jey smiled kissing my stomach as I ran my fingers through his hair. “You’re going to be a great dad. You know that right?” I asked, unable to hide my smile looking at him talking to my belly. “We gon’ be great parents Shantell, it’s always us,” he said moving to lay beside me, kissing me gently on the lips.

I felt nervous for the future, especially with leaving my mom here in this house alone. Jey had been gradually moving my things into his house finally breaking down my walls about moving in with him. I knew whatever was to come, I hoped we would face it together head on.

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Pensacola, Fl

Joe’s House

“You like that baby;” I groaned thrusting faster as Tangela purred beneath me, I felt her legs shaking, fighting to stay wrapped around my waist. “What are you doing to me?” her strained voice cried as she pulled me closer.

I growled, grabbing her throat, taking her in a possessive kiss. “I’m making love to my wife; now tell me you like it,” I moaned moving my kisses to her neck as her nails clawed at my back.

“Joe, I love it! Don’t stop, please baby,” she moaned as I thrust deeper inside her. “Oh, yea I’m deep in my pussy,” I confessed as I unwrapped her legs from around my waist, holding one of her feet in each of my hands as I went deeper.

Tangela’s POV

“Baby! You so deep, I can’t take it!” I cried as he wouldn’t let up his torture of pleasing me. “Fuck! Yeah, I know I’m deep, and guess what,” he moaned, snapping his hips harder as I screamed wrapping my arms around his neck.

“I can go even deeper,” he growled as I felt myself falling even deeper into my pleasure. I pulled him to me, desperately kissing him before biting his lip as he growled thrusting even faster.

“I want you to cum all on your Tribal Chief’s dick. Can you do that Chieftess?” he questioned, grunting never breaking his thrusts as he rolled us over with me now on top.

I gasped feeling him deeper inside of me from the new position. I began riding him slowly trying to adjust. “You never answered your Tribal Chief Tange, can you cum on this dick? Answer me, Tange,” his deep voice commanded as his breath hitched each time I bounced on his dick.

His voice so deep and commanding was making me lose control of myself as I began bouncing a little harder. The look of pleasure on his face as he bit his lip, panting almost painfully gripping my hips was making me even wetter.

“Whatever you want my Tribal Chief,” I moaned as I raked my nails down his chest. “Yea, you gon’ give it all to your Tribal Chief. Listen to that shit, you hear dat? My pussy talking loud and clear to her Tribal Chief,” he grunted as I continued to bounce on his dick faintly hearing the sounds of my wet pussy taking all of his dick desperately, awaiting the powerful release I knew was coming.

“Fuck, you know I’m about to cum my Tribal Chief! “I exclaimed, moaning in anticipation as he smacked my ass. “Don’t talk about it, be about it. Give it all to me,” he growled sitting up, taking me in a demanding kiss.

"You can have it all!" I gasped as his arms embraced me, making me bounce even faster on his dick. “My Tribal Chief!” I gasped against his mouth, taking him in a desperate kiss as I felt him becoming even harder, never breaking our kiss.

“Yea, you gon give it to me good, ain’t you Tange? Cum wit me,” he encouraged as we both let go. “I love you, Joe!” I declared as I came undone in his arms. “Yea, there it is Tange, you my Chieftess,” he moaned groaning against my mouth as we came together. Minutes passed before either one of us said anything.

“I love you Tange, never forget that,” Joe whispered taking me in a loving kiss as I cried just feeling overwhelmed. “I love you too, but I don’t want to feel obligated to stay,” I whispered as he wiped my tears.

“Obligated....Woman I ain’t going nowhere, you're perfect in every way. You were made just for me, and it ain’t for nobody else to understand but us,” he whispered as I laid my head on his shoulder as he caressed my back.

After the baby shower Joe and I grabbed a late dinner. I had made the mistake of going on Instagram after Joe had posted a picture of us on our dinner date. Some fans were nice, but a few had said some harsh things to say about me. Apparently, I’m plain and shouldn't be seen on his arm. Some even pointed out my slight weight gain. I know Joe loves me but things like that can really damage a person’s self-esteem.

“Baby don’t let them ruin our night, don’t even think about it” he whispered pulling me closer as I pushed the thoughts out of my mind as we just enjoyed being together.

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Beyoncé Renaissance Concert

Financial Ford Field Philadelphia, PA

Jey’s POV

“Bro! I didn’t think you were doing it tonight. Yes, you know we got you!” Trin all but screamed as I laughed at Jimmy covering her mouth. “Damn girl, he don’t want everybody to know what he bout to do,” Jimmy scolded as we were waiting for Shantell to come out of the bathroom.

“Sorry ya’ll the baby was sitting on my bladder,” Shantell said walking up to us just glowing, her belly swelled with our son. Only three more weeks and we could finally hold him. This was one of her Pre-push gifts, the show had been canceled months ago due to scheduling conflicts. It worked out right on time with the scheduling as we had a show last night here in Philly.

Shantell’s POV

Jey is acting really weird tonight, almost like he’s nervous about something. Then Trin and Jon movin’ kinda funny, my thoughts were interrupted as I saw the set. “Holy Shit!” I exclaimed, taking in the arena and all the sights as people from all walks of life were there for one thing, to see Beyoncé do her thing. The outfits were fierce up in here and people were being themselves, letting it all out for the world to see.

I can honestly say Trin, and I were acting like teenagers as the guys were slightly vibing. I don’t know many dudes who would take their girl to a Beyoncé concert, act like her bodyguard, and vibe wit her. “Babe, where did you go?” I asked, turning around after not feeling his arms around me anymore.

“You live on Instagram?” I asked, smiling as I saw the light from Jeys’s phone as he smirked at me. “We out here ya’ll, this is one of my baby's pre-push gifts. Tell the people, hey and you too sis,” he said as Trin and I smiled and waved at the camera.

“Oh, shit this our part,” Trin yelled as we began singing to each other. “Get in formation wit ya’ll bad self,” Jimmy said hyping us up, laughing.

“Ok ladies now let’s get in formation; you know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation. Always stay gracious best revenge is yo paper,” we sang doing a little of the choreography as Jey flipped the camera back to him and Jimmy holding up their drinks.

“Ya’ll two stop flexing for the camera, and come dance wit us,” Trin shouted as Jey smiled. “Well, ya’ll heard my sister, I’ll hit ya’ll up later,” he said ending his live.

Jey’s POV

“You ready tonight, Bro, it’s on you,” Jimmy said pointing at Shantell and Trin dancing. “Nervous as fuck, but I’m ready," I whispered as he laughed at me. “You know I got yo back bro, the skybox is almost done, and here is the ring, “he said slipping it in my hand.

“Hey, could you take our picture?” I asked a fan, who seemed happy to do so. We took a couple separate and group pictures. “Ya’ll, I got to pee again,” Shantell said as she shook her head in disbelief. The first interlude was about to start so we made our way to the restrooms.

“I’m sorry my bladder is controlling the night,” Shantell said as Trin laughed. “Don’t do my nephew like that, he’s nervous with all this loud music Trin said. “Then you shakin’ my baby with all that dancing, “I added as Jon and Trin laughed at Shantell shooting me a bird, rolling her eyes.

“Trin, you ain’t coming wit me?” Shan asked as she shook her head no about going to the bathroom wit me. “Ok, I think ya’ll up to no good, but I’ll let ya’ll have it though,” she said going to the restroom to relieve myself again.

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Trin’s POV

“We're going up to make sure everything is good,” I said as Jon ran to get some ice. “I can’t believe you posted that group picture on Instagram;” I laughed looking at his post. Jey was smiling big as hell, one hand holding up the ring box above Shantell’s head.

His other hand was on Shantell’s belly as Jon and I held one finger over our lips, signaling to keep quiet. The heading read “No better place than this to ask for forever, cause I’m dangerously in love wit you.”

“You damn big sap, these folks going nuts on this post,” Jimmy said walking up looking at his Jey’s Instagram post.

“Now what if Shantell sees this,” I asked as Jey held up her phone. “I got this sis, just make sure they got the skybox done,” he said as I hugged him. "I got an idea, use this to cover her eyes," I said giving him the scarf from my outfit. “What would I do without you Trin?” he whispered as I saw the apprehension in his eyes.

“She’s going to say yes,” I said reassuring him as he took deep breaths trying act normal as Jimmy and I went to the skybox.

Jey’s POV

I hope she says yes, I mean these last few months have been crazy, but one thing remains the same is that I love her. “Hey, where did they go?” Shantell asked coming out pushing her dress down a little further.

“They are waiting for us upstairs, they upgraded us to the skybox,” I said quickly as she looked at me strangely as I walked around and put the scarf over her eyes. “What are you up to now?” she asked as I laughed.

“Nothing just humor me please,” I said leading her on the elevator. “You know this is kinda kinky, I mean sex in the elevator with me blind folded,” she laughed as I gently pushed her against the wall tasting her lips.

“I could take yo ass right here right now, don’t tempt me,” I growled kissing her again as she moaned pulling me closer before the elevator opened breaking up our moment.

Baby I love you

You are my life

My happiest moments weren't complete

If you weren't by my side

“Babe, I hear my favorite song hurry up,” she whined as I smiled leading her down the long walkway up to the skybox. She cheekily complained that her favorite song was going to be over before I got her to the skybox.

We finally made it as I got a quick chance to look around at the dim room lit by the flameless candles with rose petals everywhere. It was truly beautiful; I felt my heart racing as I led her to the middle of the room as Trin was recording.

Beyonce’s voice, so powerful and clear was definitely increasing the emotion of the moment for everyone as I saw my mother in the corner bawling her eyes out taking pictures on her phone. I see Tanya smiling brightly at me leaning on Jimmy trying to hold it together as he whispered something to her.

Later on in my destiny

I see myself having your child

I see myself being your wife

And I see my whole future in your eyes

“Jey, I swear! If I miss the queen singing this song, I’m gon’ be mad as hell with you,” she said laughing lightly as I kissed her gently to shut her up.

I gave the signal to Jimmy as I dropped down to one knee, opening the ring box as he removed the blindfold from Shantell’s eyes.

Thought of all my love for you

Sometimes make me wanna cry

Realize all my blessings

I'm grateful

To have you by my side

Shantell’s POV

What is going on? I can’t think, as I see Jey on his knees gazing lovingly at me, I feel overwhelmed and still unsure as to what he’s doing. I looked around our mothers, this beautifully decorated candlelit room, and don’t even get me started on Beyoncé sangin' her ass off behind him.

I am in love with you

You set me free

I can't do this thing

Called life without you here with me

Cuz I'm dangerously in love with you

I know he ain’t gon’ propose, I can’t breathe. Shantell calm yo ass down and breathe I thought placing my hand on my heart trying to get myself together. Jey, knowing me better than anyone could sense I was getting overwhelmed.

“It's ok baby, I got you,” he whispered, as I could tell he was even more nervous than before.

I'll never leave

Just keep loving me, the way I love you loving me

I am in love with you(i'm so in love)

You set me free

Oh my god,” I whispered silently crying as he gently took my hand. “Baby, what are doing?” I asked trying to control my tears but it was not working.

“I told you I wanted forever Shantell, I meant that. My life just don’t make sense without you in it. “I want,” he started but paused for a second. I could tell he was overwhelmed himself trying to think of the right words to say.

“I need you here wit me. All this ain’t nothin’ if ya’ll ain’t wit me,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine trying to not let his own tears fall as he gently touched my stomach.

“I can’t believe you did all this,” I cried covering my face knowing I looked a hot mess.

I can't do this thing

Called life without you here with me

Cuz I'm dangerously in love with you

I'll never leave

Just keep loving me, the way I love you loving me

“Look at me baby,” he lovingly commanded as I tried to wipe my tears as he slipped the ring on my finger. “It’s always been you since the first day I laid eyes on you. Will you marry me, Shantell?” he asked, his voice breaking full of emotion as finally a few tears escaped his eyes.

Cuz I'm dangerously in love with you

I love you

“Sis! Wake up, this is really happening! You betta nod yo head, or say something so we can plan this wedding!” Trin yelled as I laughed through my tears. Leave it to Trin to lighten the moment as I kneeled down taking his face in my hands.

“Ask me again,” I whispered as he smiled kissing my hand. “ Shantell Johnson will you marry me?” he asked again, his eyes overtaking me as the love in his eyes shined so brightly. I nodded trying to find my words as his smile got bigger.

Dangerously

Dangerous...

Dangerously in love

With you...

I love you

“Is that a yes, tell me it is,” he pleaded as I finally found my voice. “Yes! Yes! I exclaimed through my tears. “A thousand times yes,” I whispered, crashing my lips against his as he wrapped his arms around me, lifting me into the air. I could hear the cheers in the skybox as the lights flashed off and on a couple times before staying off.

“She said yes! Congratulations Shantell and Joshua,” I heard Beyoncé say as the crowd cheered, without a beat she went back to singing.

I love you

Dangerously in love

“Wait did Beyoncé just congratulate us,” I asked against his lips as he smiled. “Don’t worry bout my connections, I got you,” he said kissing me again before we were pulled apart.

“Let me see the ring again!” My mom shouted as I hugged her. “How did you get here?” I asked, trying to fix my face which I knew was a mess from all the crying I had done. “My future son-in law worked it all out,” my mom said inviting Sandra over as she gave me a hug.

“I never knew my son was such a romantic, I’m really happy for ya’ll sweetie,” she said hugging me as I returned her gesture. “Ok, enough of all this crying! We at a Beyoncé concert, brother just got engaged. Man let’s turn up!” Jimmy yelled, popping a bottle of champagne as Jey walked over to me.

“May I dance wit my wife now,” he said as I blushed. “Come on Hubby lead the way,” I said smiling as he took me in his arms.

“Man, I better be your maid of honor, I've been putting in work lately,” Trin said as I laughed at her. “You know you are sis,” I said continuing to dance with my soon-to-be husband…. Wow, Husband…. I could get used to that.

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Taraji’s POV

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trinity_fatu Amazing night and proposal! I can’t wait to help plan the wedding. Love you both!

romanreigns Wait a damn minute, I don’t go out wit ya’ll one time and you get engaged! Congrats fam!

WWElover0900 Oh! She got that bed head, and a smile. My boy put a ring on it and tore that ass up last night. Congrats Uce!

Solosikoa Well, I would say welcome to the family, but you been family since day one my sister. I Love ya’ll and Sofia said she calls dibs on being a bridesmaid!

“What! I know he didn’t propose to this slut!” I screamed looking through the pictures and videos on Trin and Jey’s Instagram. “This can’t be happening, a baby, now engaged… This bitch stole my life,” I whispered looking through Shantell’s Instagram, but she rarely posts anything. Her last post was a picture of Jey lying on her stomach from months ago.

“I think she’s ashamed of him, and he can’t see it,” I said as Tim laughed at me. “Girl, leave them folks alone. Shantell ain’t never really been a social media person because of crazies like your ass,” he said as I rolled my eyes ignoring him. “ I can reach him, I know it,” I said trying to convince myself that I could get Jey back.

“Ok, you gon’ get yourself killed, I can name five problems with your little plan to get Shantell outta the way,” he said smartly. “What are they?” I asked getting irritated with him doubting me.

“The problems are Jey, Joe, Joseph, Jonathon and Trin. It’s so close to the end of her pregnancy, they are probably on her like white on rice,” he said as I sighed knowing he was right. I had to let it go. It hurt me to realize it really was over as I finally broke down. My brother hugged me but also started stating the harsh truths and my mistakes.

“You and Jey tried sis, you cheated, and he moved on. You can’t be mad at that; Shantell is really nice and has gone through a lot. Doctors told her she would have a hard time conceiving children, this is her miracle baby,” he said as I looked at him trying to remain neutral. “How do you know that?” I asked as he gave me a hard look.

“Look, I found out a lot when I was investigating Jey and her for you. She’s been through a lot, just let her be happy ok,” he begged as I let out a defeated long sigh. “I will try, it’s just so hard, she’s living my dream with him,” I cried as my brother nodded in understanding.

“You will be happy sis, you just gotta heal and let this mess go,” he said comforting me. For now, I will let it be, maybe one day I’ll find my happy ending. Maybe one day Jey and I will find each other again.

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Shantell’s POV

“Did we really get engaged last night,” I asked Jey again as he smiled brightly at me. I was still in shock as he held up my hand, showing me the ring on my finger. “Oh, baby it’s real,” he whispered kissing my neck as I sighed turning on my side as his hand caressed my stomach.

“I’m so huge,” I moaned as he smacked me on the ass. “No, you pregnant with our baby, and that’s all I wanna hear about it,” he growled against my ear entering me swiftly as I gasped at the intrusion.

“Mmhmm, I’m gon’ be in this pussy as much as I can, 'cause when lil man comes I can’t have you for six to eight weeks,” he groaned moving agonizingly slow inside me.

“Mhmm..You can have my mouth baby,” I moaned as he bit my ear, lifting my leg slightly, going deeper. “Oh, I plan on it and then some,” he moaned moving my hair to the side lightly biting, and sucking on my neck.“Baby, go faster,” I groaned at his slow pace.

“I don’t want to hurt you, or the baby,” Jey whispered turning my head slightly taking me in a gentle kiss. “Mmm.. We’re ok, the doctor said it was ok,” I moaned against his lips as he went deeper and deeper with each thrust.

I could hear the slight growl in his throat as he was trying to be tender and loving. “Josh, just fuck me…. Now,” I moaned, nibbling on his lip before attacking his mouth with mine as the little control he had was slipping slowly but surely.

“Shit! You want me to fuck you,” he growled against my mouth as I whimpered “Yes, Daddy,” his resolved crumbling as he snapped his hips as I began thrusting hard and rough inside me. “You wanted daddy’s dick rough huh,” he whispered against my ear as I groaned at his words and his control over my body.

“Yes! I wanted it hard, and rough daddy!” I screamed as he took me harder “I’ll give it to you baby,” Daddy gon’ always give you what you want,” he moaned as my body was on fire. “Daddy, I’m so close,” I whimpered feeling that familiar tingling all over my body.

“Oh, I know, he taunted me grazing his thumb across my clit as I screamed in ecstasy. “Shit! you feel so good!” I cried as he smiled against my mouth.

Jey’s POV

“Damn right it feels good, an ain’t nobody gon’ ever be able to do it like me, “I gasped as I felt her tightening around my dick. “Yea, give it all to Daddy,” I moaned as I felt her shiver with anticipation against me as I continued to thrust deeper inside her, playing with her clit, heightening her ecstasy and mine.

“Cum now Shantell, and you betta squirt all over Daddy’s dick,” I commanded as she came hard and fast on my dick. “Yeah, you always please Daddy,” I praised as I felt her relax against me trying to catch her breath. “That was amazing baby,” she moaned turning her body to face me.

“It's always amazing wit you,” I declared, just staring at her trying to wrap my mind around the fact she agreed to spend her life with me. "You know we gon' live happily ever after right?" I asked as she smiled and gently kissed me. "I know we are baby," she whispered settling into my arms.

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Smackdown

Shantell’s POV

“Hey, it’s time for the injury spot. Camera five and seven it’s all on you,” I said as they rushed to Jey’s dressing room, finding him laid out as Trin and Tamina were screaming for help. “What happened,” Paul asked as Trin got in his face angry.

“Roman and Jimmy happened!” she yelled as he jumped back. “Camera five focus on Jey, camera seven pace between the girls and Paul,” I instructed as I felt someone come sit beside me.

“Hey Montez,” I said smiling at him as he did a little goofy wave. “Hey beautiful,” he whispered, rubbing my shoulder. “Ok, we’re closing out the show on Jey being laid out and Paul looking angry. Get ready ya’ll, EMT workers coming in hot and fast,” I said, as they rushed in moving the girls out of the way.

“Your husband and Roman are in deep trouble, my main event is ruined," Paul said angrily as Trin rolled her eyes. “You don’t think I know that! He betrayed his own brother again; I don’t know how this happened?” Trin cried. “You know Roman got to him,” Tamina said rubbing her shoulder.

“Until we settle this, you and Tamina are going to be sent home with Jey,” he said as the girls nodded in agreement. The cameras paced between Jey’s prone body and Paul’s worried face.

“Ok we’re off the air in 5,4,3,2,1,” I said looking at Jey laying there looking almost like he’s broken in half, with his limbs contorted. I hate it when he does that.

I took my headset off as Montez smiled again at me. “Why are you smiling?” I asked. “Well, I love to see you work, you are so intense,” he said making me laugh. “Also, I came to see the new accessory on your finger up close and personal,” he added pointing to my engagement ring.

Jey’s POV

“What the fuck does he want?” I hissed heading towards them as Solo stopped me. “Bro, she accepted your marriage proposal. She loves you, ain’t nobody bout to fuck that up, trust her,” he said pointing at Shantell as I overhead what she was saying.

“Yea, I’m engaged,” she said smiling, making my heart race. “So, are you happy?” Montez asked putting his hand on her leg as I growled. “Chill out, bro,” Solo said as Shantell took his hand off her leg and patted his hand. “Yes, I’m very happy and I wanted to tell you Thanks, for being there when I was sick. Jey told me how you called 911 and helped, “she said giving him a hug.

“It was no problem, gotta protect my friends, right?” He asked as she smiled. “Yea we do, and my first friendship act is giving you Bianca’s number, she likes you,” Shantell said laughing at the shocked look on Montez’s face.

“Girl, don’t play wit yo boy, since when she like me?” he asks stuttering. “Since developmental, I think,” she said as he gave her his phone to log in Bianca’s number.

“See nothing to worry about, that woman crazy bout yo jealous ass,” Solo muttered walking away as I approached them.

“What’s up ya’ll,” I said trying to be polite to the guy, I mean he did help save Shantell after all.

Shantell’s POV

“Hey baby, Montez was just leaving,” I said trying to avoid any conflict. “Hey, I meant no harm,” Montez started as Jey cut him off. “Tez, I just wanted to say thanks for calling 911 and helping us that night. I was a real asshole to you,” Jey said as I tried to hide my shocked face. What the hell was goin’ on here?

“It's no problem, that’s what friends do,” Montez said holding his hand out to Jey for him to shake it. “That they do man, that they do,” Jey said shaking his hand.

“So, I heard you gon’ to try the midwife deal,” Montez said trying to keep the conversation going. “Yea, I am but I’m scared to death,” I said frowning seeing Paul head my way. “Hey, where’s the fire?” I asked as Jey and Montez started taking down the monitors for me.

“I thought I missed you,” he said giving me a hug as laughed. “Paul you gon’ see me every week, the equipment is up in my office at home. Zoom setup is done, and it’s going to be fine, “I said reassuring him.

“I’m used to you being here, it’s just going’ to be weird is all,” he said as I hugged him again. “Hey, two months will fly by before you know it,” I assured him as we finished cleaning up. My maternity leave starts tomorrow and I'm happy that Jey and I will be home for the next two months. Baby Fatu was officially on the way.

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One Week Later

Jey & Shantell's House, Pensacola, FL

Shantell’s POV

“Hey, I don’t want ya’ll to edit my video,” I breathed as I grunted through the pain, talking to our midwife. “What you talking about baby?” Jey asked, rubbing my back trying to help me through the contraction.

“The clips we saw had music playing, looking so peaceful. They must have been faking, cause this shit hurts,” I groaned leaning back against Jey as he continued guiding me through the contraction.

“Baby, if anybody can do this, it’s you,” he encouraged kissing my temple as Trin came into our room. “Hey, we just got the pool set up in the foyer,” she said smiling at me as I waved at her. "Thanks sis,I said as she blew me a kiss before leaving the room.

“Do you want to move to the pool Shantell?” Sofia asked as I shook my head no, grunting through another contraction as she was moving around the room.

I can honestly say Jey has been here every step of the way and so has Sofia. When we talked about our fear of hospitals, Sofia helped us find a midwife and doula to help us out. “Let’s get you walking to progress this labor,” Connie our midwife said handing me my robe as Jey helped me up. “Can we have a minute?” Jey asked as everyone piled out of our room.

“I can’t do this babe, what if something goes wrong?” I cried in pain as Jey pulled me close. “Yes, you can, you are so strong Shan," he said wiping the sweat from my brow as I leaned on him for support through another contraction.

"Ok, happy thoughts. Do you remember what I told you the first time we were together?” Jey asked as I smiled in spite of the pain. “Yes,” I groaned trying to push through the pain as he breathed with me.

“What did I tell you baby?” He asked as I relaxed a bit thankful the pain wasn’t as intense as it had been a few moments before. “You told me I was yours forever,” I panted as he smiled lovingly at me. “You know what else happened that night, we made our baby Shantell,” he said full of pride rubbing his hand over my stomach as I nodded in agreement.

“We’re a family, and when he’s born what did I say was gon’ happen?” he asked his eyes never leaving mine. “We’re going to live happily ever after,” I whispered totally overwhelmed as he kissed me. “Damn right, now let’s do all we can to get him here safely,” he encouraged taking me in his arms as we began walking.

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Jey’s POV

A few hours later I needed a break, I couldn’t stand seeing Shantell in such pain. I’ve never felt more helpless in my life.

“Ya’ll so wrong eating, and Shan can’t hold nothing down,” Trin said pointing her finger at Joe and Jimmy. “Hey, we are eating it in the kitchen, not in front of her,” Joe said smartly as Tangela slapped him on the back of the head.

“It’s the principle,” she said giving Trin a high-five. “How is Shantell?” Solo asked as I ran my hand over my face.

“She’s good as to be expected. She’s in a lot of pain and I don’t know what to do. I can’t help her, I just wish she would have gone to the hospital,” I confessed hearing Shantell groaning in the foyer. “You just be there for her, be her strength,” Sofia said rubbing my shoulder.

“Joshua! Bring some ice up here,” my mom said as I could hear Ma Tanya talking Shantell through a contraction. “Hey, I’ll go back wit you,” Jimmy said as I smiled. “Thanks Uce, I could really use the support, “I said honestly as he followed me back upstairs. Shantell was now in the pool, the sun was setting, our windows allowed for a beautiful view.

I could see Shantell gazing out taking in the beautiful gulf as she was trying to focus. Our doula Rose was instructing her on meditating as she was rocking back and forth trying to center herself. “Good Job Shantell accept the pain, breathe through the nose and out your mouth,” Rose said waving me over to her spot beside Shantell.

Jimmy’s POV

I ain’t never seen nothin’ like this. Shantell’s contractions picked up really fast after we came back upstairs about an hour ago, and she’s finally pushing. My nephew was going be born any second, man the power of a woman. Shantell looked so exhausted but was truly a superwoman right now.

“Ahhh! I can’t push no more! I ain’t got nothing left Josh,” Shantell cried as my brother seemed to slip into another gear. He jumped in the pool with her, pulling her between his legs, holding her as she begged him to get out. “Josh, it’s going to be blood, and everything else in this pool,” Shantell said trying to get him out.

“Do you really think I care? I ain’t going nowhere, I can shower later. Let’s get lil Uce out,” Jey encouraged as my mom was feeding her ice while Tanya was keeping a cool towel on her head. They were all working well with the midwife and doula. I stood back out of the way but was ready to jump in to help if need be.

“Shit! Ring of fire, ring of fire! Ahh!! Sorry for cussing mama!” I Shantell screamed pushing through her pain as Jey rubbed her stomach, gently kissing her neck. “I know you in pain baby, do what you gotta do,” Tanya said almost in tears, I know it had to be hard for her seeing Shantell in pain. Hell, it's breaking me down myself.

“Lil Uce, it’s time to come on out now. Yo mama is tired son,” Jey said as Shantell relaxed against him.

Shantel’s POV

I felt a slight pop on the last push as I leaned against Jey. “You doin so damn good baby, you got this,” Jey praised as my mom kissed my cheek.

“Stop for a second Shantell, I want you and Josh to reach down and feel Connie said. Reaching down I felt some hair “Is that him?” Jey asked looking at Connie smiling. “Yes, that’s the baby’s head,” she said as I felt overwhelmed and relieved at the same time. It was almost over, and I could hold him in my arms.

“He’s almost out,” I moaned against Jey’s chest as he held me tighter, I could hear the excitement in his voice. “Yea! He's comin' baby, he waitin' on his mama to help him out. Let’s go baby,” he said not knowing his words were making me feel like a could run a marathon if needed.

“Holy Shit! This is crazy!” Jimmy exclaimed, squatting down beside us leaning over Jeys’s shoulder in amazement as I continued to push.

“Watch yo mouth boy,” Sandra said smiling moving to the opposite side of the pool with her phone taking her own pictures. “Sorry mama,” he muttered with a smile. “He’s right there sweetheart, you can do it!" my mom exclaimed trying to keep her tears at bay.

It was like the world stopped as I felt a huge release from my body as I fell against Jey. “Looks like you got your wish Mr. Fatu, It’s a boy,” Connie said as she placed our son on my chest. His strong cries filled the foyer as I heard the cheers from downstairs.

“Yooo! You fuckin’ superwoman you hear me baby? You can do anything baby,” Jey praised against my neck hugging me tight as I tried to control my tears looking at this little miracle we made. “We did it, Josh. We did it," I whispered wincing at the cramping I was now feeling, but it was all worth it.

“You want to cut the cord daddy?” Connie asked as Jey looked at her nervously. “If I can,” he said as she guided his hand in separating our son from the cord that had gave him nutrients while he was inside me. “I love you so much, “he whispered kissing me as I sighed against his lips.

“I love you more,” I proclaimed, kissing him again before looking down at our son. “We been waiting on you Joshua, mommy and daddy love you so much,” I whispered kissing his little head rocking him in my arms. “He’s so beautiful sweetheart,” my mom said as Jimmy rubbed Jey’s shoulder.

"Are you ok Shantell?" Connie asked as she saw me wince in pain. "I'm having some cramping," I confessed as she nodded at me in understanding. “Shantell, we got to get the afterbirth out, that’s why you're cramping. Daddy, can we have the pool?” Connie asked Jey as he complied, kissing us both before getting out.

“Josh, you wanna hold him?” I asked, smiling tiredly as he anxiously but carefully took our son and held him against his bare chest. Little Jousha molded perfectly into his dad’s arms, grasping his finger. “You did good sis,” Jimmy whispered looking at his nephew in amazement in his brother’s arms. “Bro, he’s here,” Jey said, his voice breaking as he cradled him closer to his chest.

“Bro, this my son,” he whispered, breaking down covering his face with one of his arms, almost hiding himself as Jimmy wrapped his arms around his twin and nephew gently. "You did so good baby, he's perfect my mom," said hugging me as I finally felt my body relaxing truly.

Sandra walked over to her boys, placing one hand on little Joshua’s head as Jimmy pulled her closer to them. After a few minutes of silence, she began praying in Samoan over them. This is truly a day I will never forget. Little Joshua was finally here, and I couldn't be happier. Every pain I felt over these last 15 hours has been worth it and I would do it again in a heartbeat.

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A Few hours Later

Joe’s POV

“So what’s this little guys name,” I asked caressing his little foot as Tangela held him. “His name is Josuha Edward Fatu,” Shantell said smiling as Aunt Sandra began crying. “You ok mama,” Jey asked as she waved off his concerns. “I’m good son, I just really miss your uncle sometimes. He always knew how to put me in my place,” she said as Jey laughed.

“I know he did,” he said winking at her as she smiled. “So, when is the wedding?” Trin asked taking little Joshua from Tangela. “Guys I just pushed a baby outta my cookie jar, can we hold off about wedding plans. We ain’t even been engaged a month,” she said closing her eyes taking a deep breath as Jey laughed.

“Ya’ll heard the lady; we got plenty of time. Ya’ll just make sure you there when we tell you the date,” Jey said confidently.

Shantell’s POV

“It could even happen in a WWE Ring,” Jey said smartly as I rolled my eyes at him. “Nah, WWE ain’t bout to lights, camera, action our wedding. Not on your life Fatu, so don’t even think about it, “I said laughing at his antics.

“Hey anything can happen under them hot lights on a Friday or Monday night. Remember that’s how we met,” Jey said as I smiled in remembrance before kissing him. “Yea, I remember,” I whispered feeling so full of love for him, and our family.

I didn’t know what was next, but I knew this man was my soulmate, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future had in store for us.

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Kinktober day five

Gerard way and kidnapping

Warnings!: dubcon, kidnapping, blowjobs, restraints, reader is lowkey delusional..

Reader parts not mentioned nor is the gender, didn’t feel like writing full blown sex rn.

Not proofread

Again, was supposed to be out yesterday but it didnt want to post

Right now you were currently sitting on the floor of your basement, leaning your head on your lovers thigh. He was tied to a chair, he didn’t know he was your lover but you were determined to show him. It didn’t take you long to notice the tears brimming his eyes, you couldn’t take your eyes off his face. “Whats wrong honey..?” You tilted your head in question. He didn’t answer trying not to look in your direction. “I asked you what was wrong.” You tried again, your grip on his thigh tightening a bit as he whimpered. “Are you gonna let me go?” He whispered, tears sliding down his cheeks. You looked confused at this, looking up at him like he had just asked you the most difficult math problem in the world.

“Why would i ever do that..we are in love aren’t we?” You asked, leaning up on your knees to look at him. “I think…that you just need a reminder!” You continued, crouching to kiss the tears off of his cheeks before he whipped his head away from you. You sat down on your knees again,practically drooling with excitement as you eyed his cock from inside of his pants. “Hey- what are you doing? Don’t do that!” Gerard panicked as you looped your fingers in the waist band of his pants and started pulling them down, you didn’t listen, wanting to get his pants off to get to his boxers.

You whined as you saw his cock through his boxers, you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing it you felt it twitch as you did so causing you to look up at him. A smile was on your face as he looked down at you, his cheeks flushed as sweat dripped down his forehead you could feel him growing harder under your hand. “See its not so bad..” you told him as he let out a whimper, his thighs shaking in anticipation. He wanted you to touch his cock so bad, who were you to deny his needs? Sliding your hands up the sides of his thighs you made quick work of taking his boxers off, revealing his cock to you.

You could’ve drooled right then and there, his cock looked so pretty right in front of your face. You couldn’t help yourself from taking the tip into your mouth, Gerard letting out a surprised moan from above you. You could do this forever, swirling your tounge around the head gerard accidentally bucked his hips into your mouth causing you to have to hold his hips down. “S-orry..” gerard whispered, voice cracking from above you. You chuckle after you’ve slid your mouth off of him. “Its okay.” You reassured condescendingly before taking his cock back into your mouth, fully this time.

You would’ve came in your pants from the noises he was making, all the whines and groans sounded like music to your ears. “You sound so pretty gee.” You teased as you jerked him off, he thanked you his voice shaking as he got closer to cumming. “You gonna cum soon?” You whispered teasing him as you played with his cock. He only nodded, not being able to form the words to tell you. “Good.” You smirked as you put him back in your mouth, teasing the head with your tounge once again, you wanted him to cum in your mouth. You could tell once his moans increased in volume he was gonna cum so you sunk deeper onto his cock with your hands on his thighs as he released into your mouth.

You swallowed all of it, pulling off his cock and kissing his face. You untied him from the chair, knowing he was too dazed to try and get away from you right now. Taking him upstairs, you both got into the shower. You could tell something was bother him. “Whats wrong..?” You asked, running your hands through his hair. He stuttered at first before pulling himself together. “Can i return the favor.. please?”

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we all know jaehyuns delulu but im gonna need your thoughts

subject || jung jaehyun

title || of his delusional romanticism

demian || yes

warnings || NO MINORS, ETC., ETC.; femme!reader, reader has a clit, thick dick!jae, hopeless romantic core, penetration, super rough sex, reader is so sore :(, jaehyun stares at you like his mama didn't teach him any better

Ha, poor baby's so obvious.

Don't be too hard on him though. He's trying his best to stay sober, but you're perfumed with the sweetest elixr. He can't help but get drunk on you and have his consciousness consumed by those pretty fantasies again.

If you spare a hand and grab his, he just might make it back to Earth.

But you don't have to worry, he hates that you do. Even if his head never descends from the clouds, you'll forever be able to lean on him. The mile-long expanse between his shoulders is waiting for you, rest here for a while.

Jae is the type to think that romance will save the world. He'll throw himself off a cliff for you, not to test the powers of a goddess or anything, but because for love he'll commit the ultimate sacrifice.

For you. Watch, he can prove it.

Will he regret it? He certainly doesn't think so. He knew it was you from the moment he first saw you.

The cafe. The early morning sunlight streaming through the window by your table. The soft r&b setting the rhythm for every turn of the page of your book of poems, the raise of the hot ceramic mug to your lips, the tuck of a lock of hair behind your ear... So you're the one he's been waiting for.

Nice to meet you.

God, it's really you. He might just be convinced he knew you from a past life. Have you been getting his messages? He's been on the line all alone until now.

No, you don't have to respond, just keep those quick fingers at the strings of his heart. Don't stop, it hurts too good.

But when he refocuses, comes down from the high and pushes the mist from the corners of his vision, you're gone. You drank your coffee so fast, he didn't have a chance to —

"Hey pervert, do you have any idea how creepy you look staring like that?"

Your words taste so sweet. Give him more.

Jae's hopelessly delusional self is always getting into situations like this, but with you it's real. He feels it. And you will too, one day, someday, in his bed when he takes you for the first time.

He would be so delicate, as if you really would break if he abandoned the little sense he has left and fucked you the way he's been waiting so patiently to.

Just a little longer, soon, after you get used to the girth (he couldn't help chuckling at your expression when you first saw him in all his glory) but the feeling of finally being inside you is overwhelming. He can't wait anymore.

And so the bear will lose control and your pounding will begin.

The luscious roll of his hips offers a tenderness to the agony that is taking every meaty inch, but you're nearly as addicted to your stretch as he is to the spasming heat.

And the torture doesn't last long, regretfully so. He's bottoming out faster and faster, taking you to the summit through brute force and an insistent thumb at your clit, god, so, so close.

Your cries for mercy are music to his ears.

He'll smile as he ducks his head into the crook between your neck and shoulder, desperate pants rounding out to honor his entire range — thick indigo chest notes, rich chocolatey tenor, that falsetto... his delicious lullaby packaged and sold for the very reasonable price of your ability to walk tomorrow.

And 99 cents.

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i was struggling to finish a post on this very topic and your ask gave me the push i needed. thanks anonie!

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Chapter 19

Masterlist

⛔️Trigger warnings: Sex, manipulation, toxic relationships, yandere, romanticized abuse, verbal abuse, violence, Sexual assault (ATTEMPT), physical violence, degradation, Narcissistic family, mental illness/instability, delusional thinking, drug use leading to inevitable abuse, hallucinations, gas lighting, fractured psyche, co-dependency, enabling

✨Here it is, the finale! I can’t thank you guys enough for rocking with me this long! I hope this meets your standards and you all enjoy it as much as every other chapter. Of course if you have been paying attention, then you know this is only concluding the first half of this much too long and seriously fucked up the story, this series is far from over. Anyway; I love you guys, please let me know what you think❤️‍🔥 Enjoy! 🎊

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It was slightly depressing to be back at school after being out of the country and experiencing a marriage proposal. Of course it didn’t even take five minutes after you and Katsuki greeted your group of friends for Mina’s perceptive gaze to fall on your glittering finger.

She snatched your hand up so quickly you didn’t even see her move, “What is this?!”. Her shriek instantly gaining the attention of the rest of your classmates.

Kirishima let’s out a low whistle, Kaminari leans in for a closer look at your hand in Mina’s death grip “That must of cost a fortune”.

“I wanna see!”

“Oh my god! Are you-“

“Woah look at that!”

Everyone crowding around you was getting to be too much, all of their eyes on you made your skin heat up and caused your chest to tighten. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, anxiety getting the better of you.

“Oi get the fuck back!”

The sudden shout, paired with the menacing crackling that followed it, had succeeded in forcing the group to give you some space. You breathe a sigh of relief and try not to make it blatantly obvious you are attempting to use Katsuki as a shield for the numerous curious as well as shocked stares aimed at the two of you. Midoryia is the only one brave enough to take a step closer , and the green haired male stutters as he does so, “K-Ka-Kaachan? What…?”.

Letting out an annoyed “Tch” at his stumped and somewhat bashful rival’s stammering. You feel a warm hand on the small of your back, pushing you slightly and begrudgingly you come out from behind your aggressive lover to stand at his side.

“M’only Gonna say this once so open your Fuckin ears!” Katsuki sneers at the others still gathered around you two. His narrowed crimson eyes shift from them to you, his expression instantly softened and you know he was analyzing your outward appearance to get a good idea on how you were feeling internally. You made a sound only he could pick up on before straightening your spine and winding your arms around one of his muscular biceps.

Imitating the small smile he couldn’t fully display right now, as it was only for you to see. The aggression and haughty façade was back as soon as he glares at your classmates once more.

“We’re gettin’ married and that’s all you need to know, anyone bothers her with shitty opinions or pesters to see her ring, I’ll blow you straight to hell…now piss off”.

Thankfully, everyone seemed to take Katsuki for his word and they didn’t bother you any more than normal. Plus with graduation coming up, your eventual nuptials paled in comparison. It was one week before the final week of your schooling came to an end forever, that you found yourself on the beach one evening. A large bonfire burned and music blared through the large Bluetooth boom box someone had brought along. The wind blew your hair into your face for the umpteenth time as you allowed Mina to pull you onto your feet to dance with her. It wasn’t just your class gathered here, all three of the famous hero schools had gathered to celebrate together.

Everywhere you looked people were drinking, dancing, or socializing. A sudden bout of rambunctious cheers grabbed everyone’s attention as the game of beach volleyball between the boys came to an end. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched Kirishima pick up your lover (who had apparently been the reason they won the game) and lift him into the air.

Shaking your head at their antics you turn to Mina, “I’m going to use the restroom”. “Want me to come with?” She offers but you shake your head “No, I need you to be here to tell Katsuki where I went because as soon as he doesn’t see me, you know he’s going to come ask”. The both of you share a laugh before the pinkette agrees and you start towards the small section of trees that the cement building housing the restrooms resides behind. You quickly do your business and as you wash up, the cheap old light bulbs over head begin to flicker.

Once they start they don’t seem to stop, just as you hurriedly reach for the door handle the door itself opens up. You jump back in suprise to see two unfamiliar young men looking down at you.

“Excuse me” you offer, trying to get them to let you side step and exit the lavatory but they ignore it.

Both of them enter the room causing you to take a cautious step back, as one moves towards you and the other leans back against the heavy door after shutting it behind them. “Ummm…?” You start but pause, not knowing how exactly to Adress this situation.

“No need to be nervous sweetheart, we just want to talk that’s all…” the one approaching you states, showing his hands as if the gesture would reassure you, it didn’t. “I can’t imagine you have much to say to someone you have never met…I’m taken, so if you’re looking for a date then-“.

They both chuckled at your statement, giving each other a look before focusing on you once more.

“We’ve been out here watching you lot have fun this whole time and I must admit, my buddy and I are feeling a little left out…So many beautiful ladies out here drinking and dancing…but you’re the only one that’s stupid enough to go off by yourself”. For every step the stranger takes forward, you take one back, until your back hits the tiled wall. Now he’s caging you in against it, a wide smile displaying his teeth as one of his hands comes up and pats your cheek.

“Do yourself a favor and don’t make me hurt cha baby…Keep your mouth shut, be compliant and I’ll make this good for you too, understand?”. You turn your head to the side as he tries to kiss you, catching a glimpse of yourself in the grimey bathroom mirror only fills you with more terror.

There in the scuffed and grubby glass is the exact same broken girl you remembered that night in the infirmary. She’s touching her swollen lips with one hand and wincing as her fingers caress bruises that litter her neck and chest. The sudden and undeniable deja vu that washes over you is an obvious sign that this has happened to you before and it’s about to happen again…Large palms sticky with sweat grope at your skin as they slip beneath your clothing, the humid air making your assailant’s hot breath leave condensation on your skin.

The you in the mirror finally takes notice of the you that’s outside of it, her swollen lips twitching in lieu of a frown, eyes narrowed as they continue observing you.

This is your fault.

You did this to us.

How could you possibly love that monster?

Your own voice was scathing as it echoed around inside your head.

“I…didn’t…I don’t understand!” You shout, slamming your eye lids shut, effectively startling the bastard assaulting you.

“What are you-“

It’s your fault.

You can’t play ignorant forever.

Remember….remember…REMEMBER!

“Shut up! Just shut up!”

You feel your flailing fist strike something and then a hand clamps down around your throat. It’s grip tightening enough to keep you from drawing in a breath.

Look what you let him do to me…

You don’t think it can happen again? You-

The other you finally goes silent and you chance a look at the mirror; The menacing aura had vanished, now the other you was shrinking back almost fearfully.

He’s coming.

The lack of oxygen had begun getting to you, your shoulders started to sag as you fight to remain concious.

“The fuck was that all about? She must be some sort of head case” the guy leaning against the door says as your eyes close.

“All the best looking ones are man” his friend replies, smirking over his shoulder as he lowers your unconscious form to the ground.

The smile he’d intended on giving in return, turned into a frown “Shit, she got you pretty good bro, you’re bleeding”. Your assailant finally takes note of the stinging slice beneath his eye, and then the glittering ring on your finger,

“It’s only cause of this rock on her Fuckin hand”. The whistle from his friend behind him only makes more fury burn hot in his chest, “I think this one is worth more than a quick fuck here on this dirty floor, I’m taking her back with me…Gonna make her properly apologize for this”.

“We can at least get a sneak peak first right?”

“Of course”

Your shirt starts to rise up your sternum and as soon as it’s up over your chest both men drooling over your breasts, eager to see the rest of you. They don’t get to, because a split second later the door gets kicked open so hard it sent the bastard leaning against it flying across the room.

“Who the fuck-“

The man touching you didn’t get to finish that sentence as one sparking hand yanked him up on his knees, before a crackling fist smashes into his face. This process repeats over and over again, the other man is quaking in terror across the room as he watched his best friend’s face become unrecognizable at the hands of the enraged ash blonde demon. Surely that’s what this creature is, a demon; There is no way a normal human was capable of inflicting this type of unrestrained violence upon his fellow man, especially being unprovoked.

Once bones began cracking, the terrified man turned towards the nearest toilet and vomited. Spluttering and sobbing once he heard footsteps approaching him, the sparking hand was reaching out to snatch him up, when suddenly it stopped.

Soft whimpers could be heard from the opposite side of the bathroom, his friend had been rendered silent long ago so it certainly wasn’t him…

The blonde devil’s head snaps sideways instantly, taking in the shivering female on the floor before turning back to look down his nose at the man cowering under his crimson glare. His voice was more raspy than usual from over exertion; “Get the fuck up, take your buddy and drive somewhere far away from here, because if I see you again I promise you’ll look worse than him”.

Once the two goons were gone, Katsuki made it a point to viciously scrub his hands clean of any blood that remained beneath his nails.

Using a couple paper towels to grip the handle he pushed the door open, leaving everything as is and carrying you out with him. Carefully placing you in the passenger seat of his brand new sports car and buckling you in, ensuring your seat was leaned back before texting the group chat from your phone;

I started to feel a bit nauseous, Suki and I are gonna head home.

Have fun, but not too much fun ~🫶🏼

Perfectly believable.

The smooth purr of the engine isn’t nearly loud enough to drowned out the horrible self-deprecation continuously on loop inside the confines of his skull. His hand that wasn’t required to steer found it’s way to your thigh, giving a gentle squeeze before coming to rest atop your knee. Katsuki had never lost complete control of himself like that before…and the release of such pent up rage that accompanied it was borderline orgasmic. Walking through the foliage and seeing one of the two restroom doors closed he instantly knew something bad was happening behind it. Busting inside and spotting some unknown man leaning over your unconscious body, touching you was too much for him to bare. Your body is solely for Katsuki’s eyes, your soft skin was only for him to feel, and there was some cretin sullying the perfection that belongs to him…That bastard deserved what he got, and he would never be able to live a life without some sort of physical complications thanks to the beating Katsuki had given him..

Well, if the piece of shit lives that is…The smile that thought brought to his face in the form of a twitch of his lips was quick to vanish.

First, you almost let her die at the hands of some bottom ranked villain and now you almost allowed her to be sexually assaulted by some trashy frat boys! What kind of pathetic excuse for a man are you?

A voice that sounds suspiciously like that of his mother, begins to chastise him inside his head.

Katsuki grits his teeth in frustration, he was far too old to be doubting his abilities, wether it be as a hero or lover. He already knew it wasn’t possible for him to watch over you 24/7, so you were just going to have to be kept on a shorter leash from now on. You had demonstrated too many times that you weren’t capable of protecting yourself or making your own decisions correctly, so it was his job as your soon to be husband, to look after you. Rather than head back towards the dorms, Katsuki steers the car off the highway off-ramp that leads towards the heart of the city. The two of you need to be alone after such a trauma inducing incident, and what better place for that to be than your new apartment.

The morning his parents announced that they would accompany the two of you check out apartments put a damper on Katsuki’s mood. “You’re that eager to get rid of us already?” You’d asked once the four of you had all gotten in the car. His mother immediately hit the break a little harder than necessary at the stop sign, turning towards the back seat to address you before taking off again, “Of course not! That’s not-“.

“I was just kidding, it was a joke” you are quick to reply with a nervous laugh. Katsuki snorted at that, unable to resist taking a jab at Mitsuki, “How did you not pick up on that?”.

“Shut up Katsuki!”

It wasn’t until the end of the day that you guys found somewhere that both blonde’s deemed suitable. You and Masaru stood off to the side while the poor owner of the building was being grilled by the equally surly and demanding duo.

“So we agree, this is the one?” Mitsuki asks, looking from Katsuki to you, “Yep” he replied verbally while you simply smile and nod.

That’s when it was revealed that the two adults would take care of your down payment and first 6 months rent, “It’s an engagement present”. You instantly started to tear up, non stop thanks pouring from your mouth from that point until bed time that night. The place was furnished, in a safe area of the city, top notch security and surveillance, and the list goes on of all the reasons the place was perfect.

🏬

The cross arm blocking the underground parking garage lifts and once parked perfectly in one of the three spaces allotted to their apartment he cuts the engine. You had started to stir as he was parking, but still you wake with an immediate start.

“Hey it’s okay, you’re safe princess”

You visibly relax as you turn towards Katsuki, but instantly dissolve into tears. Strong arms hold you in a protective embrace as sobs rack your body, you try to speak but your words are slurred and muffled.

“I made it in time, they didn’t even get to touch you” Katsuki reassures you as many times as he has to. By the time he’s lifting you into his arms and carrying you into the elevator his shirt is soaked with your tears. It’s a quick ride to the top floor, you take the keys and unlock the door and he dutifully carry’s you over the threshold, kicking the door shut. The California king sized mattress feels like heaven as your back touches down on it, but you are still trapped inside your mind, burning from the inside out in your internal hell.

“It’s happened to me before”

Your words cause him to freeze, a bead of sweat drips from his temple, splashing down silently onto the floor.

“Katsuki stop, please just leave, I won’t even tell anyone about this okay? I don’t want you to get in trouble-“

“You still care about me, I knew you never stopped…”

Why were you shaking your head no? It couldn’t be more obvious that you were still in love with him, just as he was with you.

“Why are you denying it?!”

He’s raising his voice again and it seems to make him even angrier to watch you back away.

You keep putting distance between us.

“I dont remeber it though…probably for a good reason…Does that make me damaged goods?” You ask this with a fresh wave of tears spilling from your eyes. “No! Of course not” Katsuki has gotten better at comforting, so long as it’s you and not anyone else. He’s quick to join you on the bed as you reach out to him, happily accepting you into his too tight embrace.

“I feel like it sometimes though…and that’s why I was never good enough for my parents, my mom always used to tell me I-“ you’re surprised when Katsuki’s angry voice interrupts you.

“Fuck them! You’re perfect! Absolutely incredible, the most amazing person I’ve ever met! Hell, my mom adores you and she hates everyone” the watery eyed smile you give him upon hearing the last of his rant makes him return it with one of his own, “We have each other and that’s all that matters to me, I just need you, who cares about anyone else…”.

You know he means it.

“Why me? I don’t understand…You could have anyone in the world but you settle for me” you mumble as he pulls you down with him against the pillows. You feel large calloused fingers grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him. Katsuki looks offended and mildly angry, you gulp as his eyes narrow, “Settled for you? The fucks that supposed to mean hah? I’m the best there is, I don’t need to settle for shit!” He snarls, fingers gripping your face harshly now.

“Suki-“

“If I’m the best there is than what does that make you? I chose you because you were the only one worthy of my time, that proved you are worth loving, and even though you gave me a hard fucking time I chased after you and got you in the end, because I win at life and you are my prize for that win…understand me?” His rough voice is as smooth as velvet, a serious shift from what it had been only minutes earlier.

“Yes, I understand” you reply shakily, through trembling lips.

You didn’t, not at all.

“Good girl, now don’t ever ask me such a stupid fucking question again”.

Despite the traumatic experience that only happened hours ago, it wasn’t that which kept you awake as you lay beside Katsuki. As wonderful as it felt to be so loved by him, at the same time it felt…dangerous. Sure he was possessive, and the night he proposed to you as the two of you were tangled together in bed he had no problem admitting his obsession with you. The look in his eyes was only terror inducing for a few seconds, and then your vision whited out as he expertly made you fall apart on his cock.

You began to feel guilty;

Here I am sharing this big bed in this beautiful apartment being held by someone that loves me so much and I’m thinking badly of him…

Your mother always said you were far too self-destructive, hell bent on condemning yourself to suffer for some unknown reason.

“Katsuki”

Your voice is quiet incase he was asleep.

“Hm?”

Hearing his gruff reply is enough encouragement for you to roll your body over and atop of his.

“I need you”

A simple, but loaded statement.

His eyes snap open, “Whatsamatter?” he rasps, making you smile, he must of just barely fallen asleep and you woke him right back up.

“I just was thinking about how lucky I am to have you…and how much I love you” you explained, placing a chaste kiss on his lips and running your hands over his muscular pecs “I’m sorry I woke you up, I’ll let you go back to-“.

“Oh no I’m wide awake now princess” Katsuki growls, grabbing two handfuls of your ass and rocking your pelvis against the growing buldge in his boxers.

“You’re such a good girl, always so grateful for everything…Even your sweet little pussy is weeping with gratitude, hah baby?”.

The vulgarity and implication of the statement have you uttering the smallest moan, as your now discarded clothes get tossed off the bed. Sex after an almost assault is undoubtedly not the best idea but…You sure don’t want to talk about it, and Katsuki isn’t one for words either. You both are damaged individuals; It’s a lot easier to just have sex than it is to engage in a heart felt conversation, that may or may not end in tears, or a few broken down walls…

This feels so much better though.

“No more thinking princess, gonna get rid of all those bad thoughts that don’t belong inside such a pretty little head”

You give him a shy smile and nod, already knowing that Katsuki will take care of you, he always does.

“Don’t wanna think…just want you Suki…need you” your voice is breathy and the last two words come out in more of a whine as the blunt head of his cock glides up your slit. “You have me…my needy little cry baby, and I have you, I’m certainly not giving you up, so we’re stuck together…forever” a calloused thumb brushes over the knuckles of your left hand, and the glint of the ring adorning your finger has you both glancing at it.

Forever is such a serious word, hearing him say it so easily is daunting in itself. How is he able to be so entirely sure of the future? What if things don’t end up working out? What if-

“Thought I told you to stop thinking baby? Gonna make me punish you the very first night we spend in our new place?”

“No! Course not…m’sorry my love it won’t happen again…I promise”

You extend a pinky finger to him as if the gesture was worth more than play ground proof of commitment.

“Geez y/n, You are such a little kid sometimes” the sides of his mouth twitching upward and ruining the scowl he wears after saying this, “S’okay though cause you have me to look after ya, and you’re just too damn cute to resist, someone else might try to prey on the innocent little princess”.

You huff at his condescending words, even though he speaks with such a doting timbre to his gruff voice. If it were physically possible to have hearts in one’s eyes; Katsuki most certainly would as he teases your pouty lips with a finger. His crimson eyes have darkened in the low light of the bedroom, black pupils expanding from the intense rush of lust and adoration his obsession fuels him with every time you lay bare beneath him.

It has to be sometime past the wee hours of the morning by now, but you were too far gone, nothing mattered anymore.

Well with exception for the one looking down at you, as he swivels his hips before pressing the head of his cock against your cervix. “You look so fucking beautiful like this, who’s my good girl, hah?” Katsuki asks as he ceases moving, enjoying the sensation of you cockwarming him. You feel a soft tap on your cheek and immediately lean into the warm touch “m’yer good girl”.

You peek up at him through fluttering lashes, then press a kiss to the palm he’s cupping your cheek with, “M’gonna be yer good wife too”. Oh yeah, you didn’t know your ass from your elbow right now, Katsuki had successfully emptied your mind of anything other than himself and his dick.

“Damn straight”

You whine loudly as he presses a thumb against your clit, slowly resuming the gyrations of his hips.

A loud groan of his own joins your’s in the darkness of the bedroom, “Clenchin’ down on me real hard angel, gonna cum on my cock again? How many times has it been now?”.

“Please lemme hold you this time Suki” you whine, making grabby hands towards him. Bakugou gives in, letting your leg fall off his shoulder and back on the bed. Using his forearms to hold his body above your’s isn’t good enough, you pout so adorably before wrapping your legs around his waist and forcing him down on top of you. You let out a content sigh at the comfort having his weight on you seems to bring. Ensuring to thwart any chance of escape, tighten your grip on him in every way you can, the breathy “Fuck” he lets out has your cunt pulsing around him.

His hips stutter briefly as he transitions into moving them in an over exaggerated arch before sinking back into you. Easily finding a rythm that suits both of you at the purposefully slower pace, he’s hitting all the right spots, making your eyes roll back, and toes curl tightly against the silk sheets.

With you obviously so fucked out, Katsuki felt comfortable enough to get some things off his chest.

You definitely won’t remember any of it tomorrow.

“You know you can’t be without me anymore, right baby? Seems like you’re accepting that fact now…l’ll do better at keeping you safe I swear it”

You’re a piece of shit son and a sorry excuse for a husband to-be Katsuki! You don’t deserve her, you’re so weak you couldn’t protect her even if you tried!

Determined not to let his own insecurities ruin this moment he kisses you again, giving himself time to silence the toxic thoughts before focusing on you once more.

“You’re the only person that matters to me y/n, We’re going to have the best life together; I’m going to spoil you, treat you like you deserve, can’t wait to come home to my cute little house wife every night, waiting for me at the door in a skimpy outfit and letting me bend you over the kitchen counter” he groans at the mental image, balls tightening as he ruts into you harder.

“Gods you’re Fuckin’ perfect, I can’t wait until I see you waddle around our place pregnant with my kids, you want that too don’t you? Want me to breed this perfect little princess cunt, blow load after load into you until it sticks…I know you’ll like that, you always have, since our very first time together”

“Shit! I um..I don’t have a…I don’t have protection, I bet shitty hair or dunce face has some! I’ll uh, go back downstairs and-“

“Do we really have to use one?” You sound so disappointed, but when your eyes meet his a hopeful spark dances through your e/c irises, “I mean, you know I’m on birth control, you insisted on escorting me to my last appointment”.

Of course he remembered watching you get a needle jammed above your ass cheek!

“So you know I’m not trying to trap you or anything like that…. I just..You’re really important to me Katsuki, and I for once in my life just want to feel everything, I don’t want anything to get in the way of what we’re about to do…so no barriers, physical or emotional, can you let me have that?”

“You can have whatever the fuck you want as long as you’re getting it from me”

The memories from that night would always be so vivid In Katsuki’s mind, did you remember it like he does? Every sound, smell, and insignificant detail is ingrained on the inside of his brain, never to be forgotten.

“-Can’t take anymore, s’too much”

He’d gotten so caught up in that memory, the young man had only caught the last of what you’d said.

“Whatsamatter princess? What is my crybaby whining about this time? “.

“I don’t want to cum again s’too much Suki, please just fill me up already, wanna feel it inside-“

“Oho you should no better, I can’t get off unless you do first princess, now be a good little slut and cream on this cock again”.

You know better than to make him have to ask you twice.

🎊🏅

“I can’t believe we finally graduated! We’re all full fledged heroes now, isn’t it awesome?!”

Kirishima exclaims, the rest of the bakusquad agreeing with him.

Katsuki’s across the arena talking with All might and Aizawa while Masaru prepares his camera and Mitsuki wears her biggest proud mother grin. In an uncharacteristic gesture, you motion for your little friend group to move closer and initiate a group hug.

“I just want to let you guys know that I’m going to miss seeing each of you every day…Katsuki may not admit it, but I don’t have a problem with saying…I think of all of you guys as family, not just friends” you glance up to see the suprised faces of Mina, Jiro, Denki, and Serro. Kirishima gives you an extra tight squeeze; “I couldnt agree more y/n!”.

“Stop talking like we aren’t going to see each other ever again silly girl”

“Aw y/n I wasn’t expecting that from you, I don’t want my make up to run now dammit”

“I thought we were invited to come see your guys new place on Saturday? Don’t tell me Kaachan changed his mind! Jiro and I already got a housewarming gift for you guys”

“You idiot! You weren’t supposed to tell her-“

“I think you guys have all forgotten something kind of important..” the red head says with a nervous laugh. The other’s stare for at him with utter confusion on their faces, only to all realize and exclaim “THE WEDDING!” at the same time.

You’re quick to cover your face in embarrassment, because despite the fact that a graduation ceremony has just commenced and so many people are gathered around, your friends just have to draw every eye toward your circle.

“When is it anyway? Have you guys even set a date yet?”

“Where is it going to be? Oooh will it be one of those destination weddings on some remote island?”

“What flavor is the cake?”

“Have you decided who’s going to be in your bridal party?”

You’re getting hounded with questions you don’t have the answers to just yet, and of course Katsuki was taking his sweet time getting over to you. So you take a deep breath and answer them; “Honestly, I’ve been wanting to try and postpone it for at least a year…I don’t want to have to plan a wedding on top of all the other important decisions that come along with being an adult…”.

“I haven’t mentioned this to Suki just yet though…” you add sheepishly, glancing over your shoulder to make sure he wasn’t sneaking up on you.

“I’m sure he’ll understand” Kirishima attempts to reassure you by placing a hand on your shoulder.

Only for Kaminari and Serro to interject and ruin it;

“Or he’s going to flip out and think your trying to leave him”

“Or he might blow a hole in the roof of your new place thinking you found someone else”.

A strange feeling has plagued you since the start of the ceremony, as if you’re being watched. A lot of people are here, it could just be the feeling of eyes on you as they scan the crowd in search of their loved ones. So once again you ignore it, smiling at the two boys getting reprimanded by Jiro, Mina, and Kirishima. Then you hear your name called, the familiar voice is quiet from hesitation and sudden apprehension of whom it belongs.

You quickly spin to see your brother standing a few feet away, and your wide smile has his nervousness evaporating instantly.

“I’ll be back” you call to your arguing friends, quickly hurrying over to your younger sibling.

“B/N! I can’t believe you’re here, I wouldn’t have ever expected to see you!” You exclaim happily.

Despite the shitty excuse for parents you had, the two of you still have a close relationship as siblings. “Y/n! It’s been way too long since I’ve seen you big sis…I was able to get one of my friend’s sisters to give me their extra ticket to the ceremony, I just wanted to be able to see you and talk to you” he replies, letting you give him a tight hug. “Let’s get away from all this madness and talk a bit, yeah?” The two of you exit the atrium of the auditorium and head outside.

Frustrated that his parents had weaseled their way into his conversation with All might and Aizawa, Katsuki’s began scanning the crowd in attempts to locate you. His eyes narrow as they land on the group of idiots you’d been with before but you where nowhere to be seen. A flash of panic immediatly turns into anger as he gives the sea of people occupying the atrium another scan. A familiar head of hair catches his eye and he zeroed in on your figure; A guy is holding the door open for you and follows after you as the two of you exit the building.

Who the fuck is that?

Why the fuck did you just take off with some random guy?

Better yet, why were you anywhere other than by his side?

Without a fourth thought, the angry blonde is on his way towards the same door you just left out of.

A harsh grip on the back of his shirt stops and hauls him backwards, “Katsuki, stand in between your professors so we can get a picture” orders his mother.

Rather than make a scene shouting at the woman, he obeys her order.

Getting in place between the older men, he manages a partial smile as his father snaps a few photos.

“-I tried to get them to postpone the trip until you were able to come along, said you had things that you needed to do as prep for your final year, but apparently they lied to me…” B/N says sadly, shuffling his feet.

“I never blamed you, I’ve never had any bad feelings towards you, I’ve been good! you don’t need to worry about me…I well, I’m not sure where to start but um…I’m going to be getting married soon, and my fiancé’s parents were the ones that had taken me in while you guys were away, they’re wonderful people! All three of them have done so much for me” you explained, happy to be sharing this information with your brother.

“W-What?! You’re getting married?! To who? When?! I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone! Last I heard you had that one boy that was stalking and harassing you, speaking of which…Has he left you alone? Hopefully this new guy beat some sense into that creep” he chuckles at the thought and you momentarily freeze up.

“Please just leave me alone, we’re over, I can’t handle you acting like this”

“Y/N!”

The shout snaps you out of the hazy memory that had seemingly resurfaced.

“I take it you know this guy that’s walking over here? He’s uh..well he’s looking at me like he wants me dead..” your brother mumbles taking a cautious step backwards.

Before you can explain, a very pissed off Katsuki is beside you.

Thinking it best to be the first to speak, you quickly wrap your arms around the angry blonde, kissing his cheek before introducing him “Y/bn this is Katsuki Bakugou my fiancé, and Katsuki this is y/bn my younger brother…He came all this way just to see me on such a special day” you can feel your lover’s anger slightly dissipate as you complete the introduction.

The two men shake hands, each of them nodding at one another.

“Y/n just told me that it was you and your parents that took her in last summer, thank you for looking after my sister, she’s suffered so much at the hands of our parents, I’m happy that she’s found someone to cherish her like she should have been all this time…Thank you for saving her, my words alone can’t possibly convey my appreciation for the generosity of you and your family” y/bn bows to Bakugou and it definitely catches him off guard.

“You uh…you don’t need to do all that…” Katsuki stutters, a blush tinting his cheeks and he clears his throat before continuing “Y/n is my girl, I’d have brought her home with me sooner if I knew how shitty your parents were being to her…you don’t need to worry I’d never let anything happen to her”.

Now with Katsuki present, the joyous sibling reunion seemed to have come to an end. “Let me give you my new number so you can get ahold of me” you suggest, holding your hand out towards your brother.

“Yeah, that way you don’t have an excuse to not invite me to your wedding! Ah congratulations by the way” he laughs awkwardly as he hands over his phone. Your busy updating your contact information, so you don’t see the flash of anger that crosses Katsuki’s face but your brother certainly does.

Why would he be upset about her giving me her phone number?

Y/bn doesn’t have time to contemplate this as you quickly hand the device back to him.

Before either of you can say anything else, Mitsuki’s loud voice calls out to you;

“Katsuki! Y/n! Come on we’re going to be late for our dinner reservation, the rest of the family is already there!”.

You give your brother an apologetic look and he’s quick to wave you off, “Don’t worry about it, we’ll catch up some other time…Go have fun, this is a big accomplishment for you”.

Katsuki gives him a nod, which your brother returns and before your lover can drag you away, you immediately give your brother another big hug. The two of you sway side to side and share a laugh as you would have when you were children. When you pull away your eyes are shining with tears.

“Sis…Please don’t cry” your brother mumbles sadly. “M’not Gonna cry, It’s just really good to see you again..missed you a lot” you say between sniffles.

“We can meet up as soon as you have some free time, alright? We’ll do something fun! Like old times”

He gives you the boyish smile he always used to before going in for another hug.

Katsuki fought really hard with himself to keep the expression on his face calm because inside he was LIVID. This asshole just shows up after being absent from your life this entire time, and you fall all over yourself. He may be your brother but Katsuki is your devoted lover who’s been here for you the entire time your family hasn’t. No, you weren’t going to be seeing him to “catch up”, you don’t need a link to your parents around. You’ll just end up going back to them, and that can’t happen. When you finally turn to walk away from your brother, Katsuki grips your hand tighter than usual as he practically drags you over to where his parents stood waiting. “Was that your brother y/n?” Masaru asks, you’d told him plenty about your younger sibling during the evenings spent talking out on the back patio with him. You happily nod before explaining how the younger boy had come to see you.

Katsuki keeps the chip on his shoulder for the rest of the night out with his family. It wasn’t until the two of you enter your apartment together that he finally loses the grimace on his face.

“So….Is this the official start of our new life together?” you giggle, the excitement of today has yet to dwindle down just yet, and your giddy mood has you throwing your arms around your lover’s neck.

“Nah that happened when I made you mine, Jump” Katsuki grumbles as you hop up and wrap your legs around him. Without missing a beat he begins carrying you through the apartment.

“Well why don’t we re-create that time then?” You suggested once reaching your bedroom.

“Nah” Katsuki says before tossing you onto the plush mattress.

“But why-“

You don’t finish your question, because suddenly he’s looming over you, looking oh so menacing but incredibly sexy.

“Why complicate things? We’ll bring today’s celebration to an end by me Fucking you so good all you’ll be able to say is my name”.

The feeling of his hands slipping beneath your dress and indiscriminately squeezing your flesh makes you whimper.

He’s taking his time to get you flustered, massaging the inside of your thighs, dragging his calloused fingers across your hips.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days with you…just the two of us from now on…love you so Fuckin’ much princess, M’gonna be so good to you baby, worship you like the goddess you are” Katsuki knows he’s rambling, but it was just so hard not to with how irresistible you looked beneath him.

The level of devotion Katsuki has for you will always be nothing short of confounding. How could someone as incredible as him be so in love with one as damaged as you?

“I want to cherish you for the rest of my life, like a most prized possession”

For the first time in your life,

You’d truly been able to fool yourself

into believing that Happiness

Was not only attainable

But also finally within your grasp

Fin

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Sure Looks Strange to Me I

You met Emerald Haywood purely by chance. You didn’t expect to go through a near death experience with her but stranger things have happened.

WARNINGS: Mature, NOPE spoilers, swearing, crude jokes, drug use (weed), death mention, suggestive language, mentions of oral sex (female receiving), this story is lesbian so yes the relationship moves very fast for no reason, written like a romcom, not proofread

Dividers by: Firefly-Graphics

Part 1 Part 2

“Hey! I’m gonna need help setting these cameras up”

“Why can’t Nessie help?”

“Because she’s retail plus you’re the only other person who knows the system like I do”

“Come on Angel I’m off in 30 minutes” you reasoned. It’d been a long day of monotonous transactions and backroom stocking. There was nothing more you wanted to do than go home and get some much needed rest.

“Dude, stop being a crybaby and just help me out. You can write it off as overtime. Plus you’ve been talking about wanting the new AirPods” he wiggled his eyebrows at you, trying his hardest to sell you on this.

“Ew stop it” you laughed “let’s just get this over with” Angel shot you an appreciative smile as he exited the backroom. You followed behind your coworker turned best friend already counting down the minutes until you were back home and in bed.

After you helped Angel load the newly purchased camera system in the company owned van you two were off.

“…I mean she didn’t even call me after. Not even for the final closure fuck” Angel slammed his hand against the leather steering wheel. The two of you had been driving for almost an hour out to the Haywood ranch. Angel spent maybe 15 minutes of that talking about UFO’s and the rest of the time crying over his ex.

“Dude you complained about her every. day.” you loved your best friend but boy was he delusional. His tumultuous relationship with his now ex-girlfriend was anything but happy. You silently wondered why he was grieving its end so hard. You looked to him — maybe he wasn’t delusional. Maybe he was just in love. What’s the difference anyway?

“Yeah but she was the one” he exclaimed once again “what great couple doesn’t go through shit. Look at Beyoncé and Jay-Z!”

“They’re millionaires! They can afford to be unhappy.”

“Ah you don’t get it” he grumbled gripping the steering wheel. After a beat of silence he turned to you and opened his mouth once again “do you think these guys are in a UFO hotspot?”

“What?” you turned from your phone looking at him incredulously “is that what they told you?”

“They didn’t tell me”

“Oh…”

“But they ‘told’ me alright”

“Dude.”

He clamped his mouth shut settling back in his seat.

“I don’t know I’ve got a feeling” he added “plus I trust them”

“Yeah me too could you turn the radio on?” you asked before stifling your laughter. He shot you a look that said ‘stop being mean to me’. You patted his shoulder in reassurance “love ya dude.”

“Yeah yeah” he quirked a smile “when we get abducted you won’t be laughing.” Angel never held grudges or took things too seriously. That’s probably why your friendship had lasted so long.

After a short stretch of silence he eventually began drumming his hands on the wheel to the song playing on the radio.

“You’re a strange animal…” he hummed “hey you remember this song? Gordy’s home theme song”

“What?“ you didn’t bother looking from your phone this time.

“Aw come on. You’re a strange animal that’s what I know” he excitedly continued “with Jupe from Kid Sheriff”

“I was born this century you know?”

“You’re just uncultured”

“Nobody remembers that show man” you laughed going back to your word scrabble app.

The two of you soon turned down a long stretch of dirt road. Down the long and winding pathway a sizable house peaked into view. It sat smack dab in the middle of a substantial piece of land.

“Okay, now be on the lookout for UFO’s” Angel muttered eyes to the sky. You quietly laughed at your friend remembering just how much you loved him and his quirks.

You and Angel had known each other since middle school. You both decided early on that the two of you were going to be glued at the hip. You just worked together. It made sense.

He was the first person you told about your sexuality. You half expected him to change or to say something weirdly sexual like most boys that age, but he only smiled. His freshmen face stretched around his newly acquired braces and with a simple sentence he whisked away all of your anxieties.

“Who do you think can kiss the most girls by the end of the year, you or me?”

It was history from there. He won by the way.

That memory was just a fading melody that echoed in the back of your mind from time to time. Your friendship had been through much more since then. From pointless fights to late night bonding. At some points the two of you spent so much time with each other that you couldn’t stand each other. Nonetheless you were like siblings in every sense of the word. You couldn’t live with him and you couldn’t live without him. You liked to think he felt the same about you.

As Angel unloaded the truck you were caught up staring up at a cloud that wasn’t moving. And no you weren’t bugging, the shit literally wasn’t moving. It was standing still amongst the other clouds, like a fixture.

“Imma pop out” you faintly heard behind you.

After a few more minutes you weren’t alone anymore.

“Like the view?”

You turned to the person who spoke. She smiled at you once you made eye contact.

“I uh” you turned back to the cloud before shaking your head and looking to the client “I apologize. Um yes its beautiful Ms. Haywood”

You took her soft hand in yours noting how firm her handshake was. She didn’t let you go as you you took a step down from the rock you’d been standing on.

“No need to apologize pretty lady” she quirked a smile at you “and Em is fine”.

You felt warm all over as her eyes trailed your movements. You looked to your hands surprised to see that they were still connected. You shyly pulled your hand back and flexed your fingers. They tingled — you already missed the warmth Em’s hand gave you.

“I better go help Angel”

“Dudes weird” she said with no real heat behind her words.

“Yeah but he’s my weirdo” You continued your walk towards Angel who was using the dolly to move the camera equipment inside the clients house. Mr. Haywood led the way.

“What’d you mean by that?” She asked stopping in her tracks.

You glanced behind you before eventually coming to a stop and turning fully towards her.

You took note of how she looked. She wore a pair of cut off jean shorts that showed off her legs. A bit of sweat was gathering at the collar of her Coyote top. You couldn’t help the feeling of fondness blossoming within you as you surveyed the sight before you. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from blurting out something stupid. Like calling the stranger who was also a client cute.

“Im sorry?”

She chuckled to herself taking a few steps towards you. You stayed put, using your hand to shield your eyes from the sun. You thought you caught a glimpse of an object darting behind a cloud but Em’s voice brought you back down to earth.

“Is he your friend, boyfriend… life partner?”

It took you longer than you’d like to admit to catch her subtlety. It was so obvious now. Everything about her was calling out to you. Pulling you closer. You soon realized why she wanted to know the information so timely.

“Oh” you laughed nervously “he’s uh my friend”

“Just friends” she raised her eyebrows eyeing you from head to toe. The hot drag of her gaze down your body took your breath away. “that’s great news!”

“Why is that?” You coyly questioned, looking up at her from under your lashes.

“Because” she simply stated. Her knowing smile and charming eyes filled you with desire. Before you knew it she was turning away to walk to her truck.

“Because?” you called behind her not bothering to follow.

“Because I wanna be your friend too” she called back without turning around.

“Cryptic” you replied through a surprised laugh. She threw a peace sign behind her before hopping in the Haywood truck and driving away.

“Hey are you gonna keep flirting or help me with this?” Angel teased. His words didn’t deter you from longingly staring at the flying dust Em left behind.

“I wasn’t flirting” you retorted feeling your face heat up.

After installing the system Angel and Oj, who asked you to not call him Mr. Haywood, took to the grounds to adjust the cameras. You watched curiously from the computer room as the bright blue sky came into view. You hummed curiously wondering why Oj had you and your friend carry out the peculiar request.

There was that cloud again. In full view not moving an inch. You peered closer to the screen trying to see some form of movement. Anything to show that the cloud was real and you weren’t going crazy.

“Havin’ fun” you jumped out of your skin at the unexpected visitor. Whipping your head around a flutter of butterflies erupted in your belly as you seen the younger Haywood smiling at you.

“I uh sorry I was just making sure the cameras were set up correctly”

“Why are you apologizing” she chuckled stepping closer to you “it’s your job, no?”

“Uh yes it is my job” you scratched the back of your ear nervously turning back to the monitors. You heard her steps near you until she stood next to you.

“What’s up there?” You eventually asked turning to her. You were surprised to find her eyes already on you.

“Who knows” she finally ripped her gaze from you and to the monitors “but we gone find out”

You raised an eyebrow wondering if Angel wasn’t so crazy after all. What are the odds that these strangers are also looking up searching for more.

“Angel thinks you guys are in a ufo hot spot” you laughed but soon faltered when you realized she want joining in “holy shit are you guys?”

The younger Haywood laughed a bit before shrugging and looking back to the monitors. She squinted her eyes searching for something. You assumed she searched for what you were searching for.

You watched her. It was kind of hard not to. There was something about her. Something that piqued your interest. You wanted to bury your nose in her fluffy hair and inhale her scent. You wanted to kiss her soft neck and hear what sounds she made. You wanted to taste her lips. God did you want her lips. You drunk her in, staring at the long expansion of her neck when someone interrupted your fascinated stare.

“Hey it’s time to head out”

You turned to Angel who looked at you like he’d just caught you red handed. His teasing smile made your face heat up in embarrassment.

“Leaving already?” Em questioned turning back to you a frown on her face “that was quick”

You decided not to mention how it took about an hour to get everything set up. But she was gone for most of the set up so there was no real way she’d be able to know.

“She’ll take your number” Angel interjected, already grabbing your phone from your back pocket. He ignored your hushed protests and handed your device (unlocked) to Em who chuckled at the two of you. You resisted the urge to sink to the floor as she winked at you.

“Thank you Angel” she smiled to you as she handed the phone back to him “I’ll be in touch”

“Sounds good” you squeaked before grabbing your phone and scurrying to the waiting van. Once inside you exhaled finally getting a good look at the newly acquired contact.

Em Haywood ❤️🐎

“Those guys are kinda dicks” Angel said once he closed his car door “if they don’t give me a good review Al is gonna be on my ass”

“Hey I’ve been waiting in the car for like 30 minutes. What took so long? Also, since when do you care what our manager thinks?”

“They needed help setting up a decoy for horse training or some shit” he shrugged pulling out of the driveway “and I care about what Al thinks since he threatened to fire me if I got one more bad review”

“You just talk too much” you snickered teasing him.

“What am I supposed to do? Sit there in silence and work?”

“Uh yes?”

“At least I’m not like you. Trying to get laid on the job”

“I was not”

“Dude you were looking at her like you wanted to go down on her”

“Jesus Christ angel”

“What?” He laughed narrowly dodging your playful shoulder slap “if it makes you feel any better she looked at you the exact same way”

“Well that’s good to know” you sarcastically retorted “I don’t even think she’s gonna text-“

Ding!

Em Haywood ❤️🐎: ‘So when can I see your pretty self again?’

“Don’t tell me that’s the carpet muncher”

“Shut up” you landed your shoulder slap this time “are you even allowed to say that?”

“Hey!” he swerved a bit before straightening the van back up “also, yes my best friend is a lesbian I get a pass or two”

“She asked when can she see me again” you smiled down at your phone.

“Tell her tonight”

“No” you scoffed “I don’t wanna seem too desperate”

“But you are…” he raised an eyebrow to you.

“Look at the road dude” you sighed when he complied “I am ugh I don’t know”

“Just say tonight. It’s okay, she’s the one who text you first. Plus we left her house like 15 minutes ago. If anything it’s her that’s desperate”

“Okay okay okay” you worried your bottom lip as you hesitantly typed a reply.

You: ‘How about tonight?’

“If she thinks I’m a creep you’re dead”

“You’re awesome nobody will think you’re a creep” Angel promised.

Em Haywood ❤️🐎: ‘Sounds good. Come over to mine?’

You: ‘See you after 7?’

Em Haywood ❤️🐎: ‘See you then 🤩’

You stayed mostly silent the rest of the car ride; occasionally cracking a joke with Angel or singing along to a song on the radio. Truthfully, you were in a daze.

It was strange actually. How could a girl you’d met an hour ago and who you exchanged barley 10 words with have you so hung up and nervous. There was something different about this one. Or maybe you were becoming delusional like Angel and his ex.

“Dude you are the worst when you have a crush” your best friend teased as you pulled back into Fry’s Electronics “you’ve been giving googly eyes to your phone since she text you”

“Do you think her strap is big?”

“Okay this conversation is over” he waved you off ignoring your delighted laughter.

You cursed quietly to yourself as you pulled up to the Haywood ranch. So many things rushed through your head. Anxiety had you strung tight, how long would it be before you snapped? You had the right to be anxious after all. You were in the middle of nowhere meeting up with a stranger who was probably going to kill you. You barley even thought this through. Why do pretty girls render you useless?

What if she’s a bad person? She could have lured many unsuspecting girls here. With her undeniable charm and convincing smile, she could’ve convinced you to do anything.

What if she thinks you’re a bad person? Or worse, boring. You placed your hand on the gearshift contemplating putting the car in reverse and hightailing it out of there, never to return. The generic jingle of your ringtone snapped you from your thoughts.

“Hello?”

“Don’t do it” Angel said without even greeting you.

“What are you talking about?” You took your hand from the gearshift and leaned back in your chair.

“I know you and I know you’re thinking about not going in right now”

“How did you know that?”

“Because I know you!”

“I can’t do this Angel” you confessed “I’m too nervous I don’t wanna embarrass myself”

“See now that’s literally impossible. You’d embarrass yourself by not walking in that house.” He was right. You hated when he was right. “Just talk to her about movies, you love movies”

“I don’t wanna talk her ear off.”

“It’s a first date who cares?”

“Date?” You shrieked “this is not a date!”

“You’re so bad at this.”

“I can’t do this, nah” you mulled over your choices: you can either go in and embarrass yourself or leave and embarrass yourself “Nope.”

“You didn’t even give yourself a chance” he offered “give yourself a chance”

“But what if it goes wrong”

“Let’s make a deal in 15 minutes I’ll call you and give you an excuse to leave if it’s going good just stay! Simple”

“Simple…” you nodded “okay yeah sounds good I’ll just do that” you took your keys out of the ignition “15 minutes Angel.”

“15 minutes and I’ll E.T phone home you”

You stopped your movements “you know you can just say phone home I know what the reference is”

“Of course you do…” your friends voice dipped out. The lights in your car dimmed until you were shrouded in darkness. You whipped your head around as the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Something within you stirred, somehow you knew you weren’t safe in that moment. It felt almost like a centuries long instinct within you was rising up. Telling you to get out of there. You breathed out slowly searching for the newcomer, you were quickly realizing that you weren’t alone anymore. The warm glow from the house became more and more muted until darkness overtook the structure. The incessant low buzz of electricity was absent. The emptiness of the countryside made the ringing silence all the more noticeable.

You took a shaky breath as you gripped your keys, ignoring the sharp metal digging into your palms. The dirt beneath your feet sunk under your weight as you stepped out of your car and surveilled your surroundings. Nothing. Nothing but darkness.

After a beat the house began emitting a warm glow lighting the area enough for you to see Em standing on the porch.

You faintly felt the vibrations of your phone turning back on.

“I thought I heard somebody out here”

“The power went out?” You sauntered over to her taking in how cute she looked under the stars.

“Yeah it does that sometimes” she supplied before turning back to the house. You shook your head ridding your mind of the odd occurrence and stepped into the antique house behind Em. The two of you soon stood before a liquor cabinet “would you like a drink? I got bourbon, tequila, vodka…”

You eyed the wooden cabinet before you as Em grabbed a couple of glasses and ice.

“I don’t really drink” you hummed turning to the girl as she sat the glasses on the table.

“I got weed” she tried.

Your matched smiles led the two of you to standing in a random room upstairs listening to records with the window open.

She took a long drag before handing the joint to you. She eyed whatever it was outside of her window as you stared at a poster on her wall.

“That horse is just hard headed” she shook her head as she sucked her teeth “I just wanna know how that nigga got out”

“How many horses y’all got?”

“Shit I don’t know at this point. Oj dumbass stay selling my daddy’s horses”

Your gaze was kept on the poster showing a clip of their great great great grandfather on a horse. Em gave you the rundown of her family as she rolled the joint the two of you were smoking.

You were so distracted that you hadn’t realized your companion moving from the window to the space just behind you. You felt a comforting heat radiating from her body as she lightly pressed against the back of you. Her hand stretched past you and pointed to one of the frames.

“Allegedly this frame got fucked up, but they decided to keep it in” her breath brushed against your sensitive ears. She smelled like vanilla and cherries mixed with fresh wood and weed. You deeply inhaled letting her scent intoxicate you. You slowly turned around, words dying on your lips finding her closer than you expected. Her nose brushed against yours as her hands softly gripped your hips.

Her lips were as soft as they looked you realized once they covered yours. She breathed you in, pulling you closer than you were before. Your begging hands tangled in her fro as you repeated her movements and pulled her closer. Electricity surged down your body as she walked you back to the waiting bed. The two of you refused to pull away from each other as your back pressed against the cold plush linen. Your mouths continued moving against each other — soft wet tongues massaging the other. Her kiss was so passionate it felt as if she was stealing the oxygen from your body. But you weren’t complaining. She briefly pulled away, her chest heaving as she took you in.

“I’m sorry I just-“ she cut herself off pressing her mouth back against yours. Her skilled tongue slipped into your mouth once again, this time with more vigor. Your bodies pressed heatedly against each other as your heartbeats began drumming in tandem. You could taste her desperation you could feel her desperation as her hands began pulling your shirt up. Her warm hands lingered on your belly, she ran her finger tips across your warm skin. Butterflies fluttered in their wake. Her sensual touch dragged across your belly before moving up to your breast.

A melodic sound filtered through the air. It pulled you from the pleasure you were receiving but only for a second. Soon the sound was gone and you were plunged back into the promise land of bliss. She didn’t waste time going back to feeling every exposed part of you. Her hand slipped under your bralette. Warm fingers brushed against your nipples making them hard. A long awaited moan climbed up your throat. She smiled against your lips.

I smiled once again hearing your desperate moans fill the air. They sounded like music and I was prepared to listen to your song forever. You felt so right beneath me. Like you were meant to be there.

I couldn’t help myself from trailing my lips down to your waiting neck. Inhaling the sweet scent you gave me only made my panties grow wetter in anticipation. I resisted the urge to grind my hips down against yours. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t searching for some sort of relief. From the moment I saw you standing there staring off into the clouds I knew I had to be near you. I had to say something to you or I feared the moment would have passed me by.

My phone began ringing again. This time I groaned in frustration, pulling away from my honey suckle I put my phone to my ear.

“What?”

“There is a bug on camera 1”

“What?” I rolled my eyes as I realized what the peculiar tech guy meant “man I told you to stop watching our shit”

I stood up shooting an apologetic look to you. You only shook your head a bashful smile on your face. I watched as you sat up and straightened your shirt then you moved to fixing your hair. We’d only been kissing for 5 minutes and you already looked fucked out. I wanted to see how you’d look after I had my way with you. Showing you just how much I like you. Showing you how pretty you are to me.

“Yeah but camera two is out” he exclaimed nervously “like ancient fucking aliens out”

“Shit!” My heart dropped to my stomach as I sprinted out of the room only Oj on my mind.

You could only sit and watch as Em abruptly left the room phone in hand. You wanted to be angry but there was something in her voice that made an uneasy feeling stir in your body.

Staring out of the window you saw what looked like sand and dust falling from the sky… or being sucked up into it. No. That can’t be it.

You squinted your eyes trying to catch a better glimpse. Em’s vocie echoed from outside.

“OJ ITS IN THE CLOUDS” her urgency startled you “RUN OJ RUN!” She continued with renewed exclamation.

Fear circle your body as you watched Oj run away from something you couldn’t quite see. Whatever it was it was big. It was angry and it was trying to suck Oj up into the sky.

You stood frozen watching the scene before you play out. Surely you had to be hallucinating. Were you simply sleep deprived. Was the weed you smoked laced with a foreign substance?

You didn’t have the chance to puzzle together what you were seeing because you were soon blacking out.

“Shit is she okay?”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know I ain’t a doctor” Em brushed some of your hair back “first fine girl I get back to the ranch and this bullshit”

“We need to wake her up somehow” Oj’s gruff voice vibrates your ears.

“I’m gonna go get some wet towels”

A sharp pain shot through your head. Bright light poured into your retinas making a pain you never felt before rush through your head.

“Em come back she’s waking up”

“I’m coming I’m coming”

You groaned watching as 3 Oj’s changed to 2 then eventually 1. Em soon came into view. She dabbed your forehead with a cold wet towel.

“You okay pretty girl?” She frowned continuing her actions.

“Angel” you muttered.

“That’s cute she thinks I’m an angel” Em cooed, her eyes growing soft as she felt her heart melt.

“Angel” you groaned again still struggling to regain consciousness. Your phone was vibrating off the hook. No doubt it was Angel calling to check on you.

“I think she talkin’ about Angel”

“Oh.”

You dragged your phone from your back pocket and wearily dragged your finger across the screen to accept his call.

“Oh my god you’re alive!”

“Did you get that on film?” You croaked eager to see if your friend had also witnessed the spectacle.

“No. There was a fucking praying mantis!” He replied.

“Fuck.”

#idk if I’m gonna do another part this lowkey turned out longer than I wanted lol #i would’ve posted it 3 days ago but I keep adding and editing lol #this story kinda has more reader x angel #not intentionally I just love writing friends #i love a good bestie relationship in a fic idk do y’all?#i had to physically stop myself from editing this #Em Haywood #Emerald ‘Em’ Haywood #NOPE #Angel #OJ Haywood #NOPE spoilers #em haywood x reader #em haywood x fem!reader #black!fem!reader #keke palmer #I feel like she lurks so if you come across this gif I love you and I’m free on Saturday nights #i wasn’t gonna do part 2 #but I realize that reader didn’t really go through a near death experience with em like the description says

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