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Unexpected Encounters (Eren Yeager x Reader)

Part 4: Nice To See You

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Smut, some alcohol and recreational drug use (just weed), and language

A/N: Surprise haha! I got this up earlier than expected. I hope you enjoy, as always! (also, this will make sense when you read, but just imagine what color Eren’s LED lights are cause I couldn’t decide lmao.)

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You stared at your phone.

Contact Name: Eren Yeager.

He had given you his number two days ago, right before he left for his shift at the café after you two met at the gym.

“Text me!” Eren had said.

It was Friday now, and you still hadn’t texted him.

You desperately wanted to see him again, but you had been rather busy for the past couple of days. Classes and work had you distracted, and had also left you with insufficient time to hang out with Eren over the week.

Since it was Friday, however, you found yourself with some extra free time and the whole weekend ahead of you.

Earlier you had dinner with Historia and Ymir, and now you were back in your dorm, staring at your phone. You couldn’t help but wonder what Eren was doing. With a free Friday night ahead of you, it was the perfect time to ask Eren to hang out—all you had to do was press a few buttons on your phone.

Historia wasn’t in your dorm, so you were in the room alone. You looked at your phone for a few more seconds, took a deep breath, and pressed the “call” button.

After a few rings, you heard Eren pick up the phone.

“Hello?” he said.

You took another deep breath and then spoke.

“Hi, Eren,” you said.

You heard music in the background, but Eren turned it down when he heard your voice on the other end of the line.

“Oh, hey!” Eren replied, saying your name in mild surprise.

You smiled when you heard him speak.

“How are you?” you asked

You heard Eren laugh softly and then say, “Pretty good. I wasn’t expecting you to call.”

“Sorry it took me so long. I’ve just been really busy,” you said apologetically.

“You don’t have to apologize,” he said. “I get it.”

His understanding tone made you smile, and you were very glad that you had decided to call him.

“Well, I’m not busy now,” you told him. “Are you doing anything tonight?”

Eren didn’t say anything for a moment as he considered your question.

“Jean and I were gonna hang out with some people at the house,” Eren said. “Do you want to come?”

You considered the offer. The last time you went to that house had ended with you and Eren locked in a passionate embrace in the basement, and the idea of going back sounded fun.

“You can bring some of your friends if you want,” Eren added after a moment, sounding hopeful.

You nodded your head even though he couldn’t see you.

“Yeah. That sounds good,” you said.

“Good,” Eren replied, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

He told you what time to get there and to text him when you did, and then you both said goodbye.

After you hung up, you heard the door to your room open. You saw Historia walk in with Ymir behind her.

When you looked up, Historia smiled and walked over to you.

“Guess what,” she said.

You looked at her in confusion, not sure why she was so happy.

“Ymir and I ran into Jean a few minutes ago,” Historia said, “and he told me that some people are going over to the house to hang out tonight. He invited us and wanted to make sure we told you.”

You laughed and nodded.

“Yeah, I already know about it, but I appreciate you thinking of me,” you told her.

Historia smiled again and walked over to her side of the room with Ymir. Eren had said you could bring friends tonight, so you took out your phone and made a chat with Hitch and Annie to see if either of them wanted to come.

Hitch responded with an enthusiastic, “Yes!”, but Annie said she had other plans for the night.

“So, are you going to go?” Historia asked you after you replied to Hitch and Annie’s messages.

You looked at her and nodded.

Historia smiled knowingly and said, “Thought so.”

You knew what she was implying by that comment—that she knew exactly who you would see there—but you couldn’t even bring yourself to deny the fact that Eren was the main reason why you wanted to go.

You had just under an hour before it was time to go, and you walked over to your dresser to pick out an outfit. You spent longer than usual looking at your clothes, putting together different outfits. Eventually, you decided to wear your favorite shirt and pants, setting them aside for later.

After about a half-hour of watching Netflix, you got out of your bed to go to the bathroom to change and get ready for the night. Historia and Ymir were getting ready in your dorm, and when you got back from the bathroom, they both looked at you and smiled.

“What?” you asked.

“You look amazing!” Historia exclaimed.

You looked down at your outfit, suddenly feeling a hint of embarrassment.

“Is it too obvious?” you asked.

Ymir smirked and said, “Who cares? You look great.”

You smiled at them, feeling reassured. “Thanks, guys.” After you put on your shoes, you sprayed some perfume over yourself for good measure and then texted Hitch to ask if she was ready.

Once she confirmed that she was, you, Historia, and Ymir left your dorm to meet her in the hallway. You saw Hitch waiting by her door, and when she heard you come out of your room, she looked up and waved.

“Ready to go?” you asked.

Hitch nodded and joined you, Historia, and Ymir as you walked out of the dorm building.

The four of you walked across campus until a familiar house came into view. You could already feel yourself becoming nervous as you walked up to it.

Since it was early, the house wasn’t open to everyone yet, so there wasn’t anyone standing at the door to let people in. You needed a special key to get into the house, similar to the one you had to use to get into your dorm building, so someone would have to come down to let you in.

“Jean said to text him when we got here,” Historia said, taking out her phone.

You decided to text Eren a message of your own, letting him know that you had arrived with a simple: Here :).

A second later, you felt your phone buzz with a reply from Eren, but then you got distracted as the door to the house opened.

“Hey there!” Jean said, smiling in a way that let you know that he was most definitely not sober.

“Thanks for inviting us!” Historia said brightly.

“Of course!” Jean exclaimed, opening the door wider and gesturing for you all to come in.

Instead of going to the basement like you had last time, you followed Jean as he led you and your friends towards the main set of stairs which led to the upper floors of the house. You saw guys in the frat moving about, getting prepared for the masses of people that were soon to enter their house.

When you got to the second floor, you walked through the hallway until you got to the room at the end. You could hear music coming from inside and people talking.

“Somehow, Connie managed to get the best room in the house,” Jean said, rolling his eyes as he opened the door.

You let Historia and Ymir go in first, while you and Hitch followed behind them.

Once you stepped inside, you looked around and saw that Connie’s room was more of a suite than a room. It was big for just one person, with more space than the other rooms on the floor since it was at the end of the hallway.

There was R&B music playing over a small speaker, and the room was bathed in a soft light.

You looked to your left and saw a boy with short hair playing a video game that was connected to a TV. You assumed that he must be Connie since you had never actually met him. To your surprise, the girl from the café, Mikasa, was leaning on the wall close to the TV watching Connie’s progress in the game.

“Let’s get something to drink!” Hitch said, making you look away from the TV.

You nodded and followed her to the other side of the room where there was a small folding table that had cups and different bottles of alcohol sitting on top of it. Ymir and Historia were already standing by the table talking to Reiner and his friend.

As you walked towards them, you noticed that one of the windows in the room was open and that someone was sitting on the ledge. You quickly realized that it was Eren.

His back was against the side of the window frame, and one of his legs was bent and resting in front of him on the ledge. He was holding something between two of his fingers. You watched as he brought it to his mouth and inhaled, blowing the resulting cloud of smoke out of the window.

You felt your heart start to beat faster as you looked at him. He was just wearing a simple black shirt and grey sweatpants, but you thought he had never looked better. You heard Hitch call your name, prompting you to choose a drink. Eren must have heard her because he turned his head to look in your direction.

Eren smiled when he saw you, and then he stood up. He extinguished the joint he’d been smoking and placed it on an ashtray before walking over to you.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Eren said when he was standing next to you.

You laughed and picked up a can of hard seltzer from the table.

“You too. Funny we keep running into each other like this,” you replied, mimicking Eren’s words from the party where you two shared your first kiss.

Eren laughed, knowing that this was the first time you had actually expected to see each other, and then he casually placed a hand on your shoulder. He moved his mouth closer to your ear.

“I’m glad you came,” Eren said softly, so only you could hear him.

You closed your eyes for a split second, all of the memories from what happened in the locker room with him rushing back as you felt him so close to you.

“Me too,” you replied.

Eren smiled and then squeezed your shoulder lightly. He looked across the table to where Reiner and his friend were refilling their drinks.

“Have you met Reiner and Bertholdt?” Eren asked.

You finally had a name for Reiner’s friend, and Reiner inclined his head in your direction when he heard Eren speak, while Bertholdt gave you a warm smile.

You smiled at them in return, and then introduced yourself officially.

“Nice to meet you,” Bertholdt said after you told him and Reiner your name. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

You were surprised to hear that, so you looked at Eren and saw that his cheeks had turned the faintest shade of pink. Your heart warmed at the thought of Eren talking about you to his friends.

“Is that so?” you asked, now grinning at Eren.

He wouldn’t make eye contact with you, and your smile turned soft when you realized that he was actually embarrassed. It was a cute look on him.

You lightly brushed your fingers along Eren’s arm to reassure him that there was nothing to be embarrassed about and that you were happy to hear he thought you were important enough to talk about with his friends.

Eren finally looked at you when he felt you touch his arm, and when he saw the soft smile on your face, he relaxed slightly.

“Yo, Connie, are we going to play or what?” Jean shouted as he walked up to the table where you and Eren were standing.

Hitch had walked across the room to chat with Mikasa, but she ran up to the table when she heard Jean.

“Ooh, what are we playing?” she asked.

“Beer pong,” Jean replied as he began to move everything off of the table.

You heard the noise from the TV stop, and Connie walked over to the table to help Jean set up for the game. They placed red plastic cups in a triangle formation on either end of the table and then filled them.

“Do you want to play?” Eren asked.

You thought about it for a moment before saying, “I think I’ll just watch for now.”

Eren nodded, and then looked behind him at the couch that was situated against one of the walls.

“Want to sit?” he asked.

“Sure,” you said, and followed Eren towards the couch. As you walked, you opened your can of hard seltzer and took a drink.

Eren let you sit down first, and then he sat next to you. He angled his body on the couch so he was facing you.

You took one more drink and put the can on the floor in front of you. You looked at the table and saw that Hitch and Ymir had formed a team for the game and were playing against Reiner and Bertholdt. Mikasa and Historia were chatting and watching the game, while Jean and Connie explained the rules.

“You don’t want to play?” you asked Eren.

He shook his head and looked at the table where the game had started.

“Nah,” he replied. “It’s not my favorite game.”

You nodded, and then Eren turned his head to look at you.

“Besides,” he said, “I think I’d much rather sit here and talk to you.”

You smiled at Eren shyly in response, feeling your body become warm. You subtly moved closer to him on the couch. Eren noticed, and he also moved closer to you.

“I honestly still can’t believe that we go to the same school,” you told him.

Eren laughed and said, “Me either. It’s kinda funny how that happened.”

You heard Hitch make a noise of celebration, and you looked to see that Ymir had scored against Reiner and Bertholdt by throwing a ping pong ball into one of the cups on their side of the table. As per the rules of the game, Reiner drank the liquid from the cup Ymir had scored in.

“Who do you think is going to win?” Eren asked, laughing at Reiner’s expression as he downed the beer in the cup.

“Definitely Ymir and Hitch,” you replied.

Eren nodded in agreement, and then leaned back on the couch and casually draped his arm behind your shoulders. You raised an eyebrow at him, but Eren just smiled innocently. In response, you moved further back on the couch and settled into his arm.

You could feel the warmth from Eren’s body, and you didn’t think you’d ever felt more comfortable in your entire life.

“How are your classes? You said you’ve been busy,” Eren asked.

You nodded and turned your head to look at him.

“Yeah. I have a paper that I’ve been working on for my literature class,” you replied.

“That doesn’t sound fun,” Eren said.

You laughed and bent down to pick up your drink. You took another sip before replying.

“No. Not at all,” you said, and then added, “How about you?”

Eren shrugged his shoulders and said, “My classes are alright. Practice, on the other hand, has been kicking my ass.”

“When did you start playing soccer?” you asked, happy that you were getting the chance to learn more about him.

Eren tilted his head and thought for a moment.

“I think I started during my last year of junior high?” he said.

“So you played in high school, then?” you asked.

Eren nodded and then grinned.

“So many questions,” he said, and gently poked you in the side.

You swatted his hand away and Eren laughed.

“I didn’t see you for, like, six years,” you said indignantly. “You’ve changed, so sorry if I want to know some things.”

Eren raised his eyebrows.

“Oh? How have I changed?” he asked.

His question caught you off guard. There were a lot of things about Eren that had changed during the time you were apart, but you weren’t sure what to tell him.

“Uh, well, you play soccer now, which is new,” you said after a moment. “And you, uh, look different.”

You really hoped that Eren was going to drop the subject, but he grinned and leaned the slightest bit closer to you.

“Really?” he replied. “How so?”

You looked away from Eren and felt your body become hot.

“Well, you already know how I feel about the long hair,” you said after a moment. “And, uh, you just look different overall. It’s a good different—attractive different, I guess some might say.”

You didn’t even have time to process what you had just said before you felt Eren’s hand brush against yours. You hesitantly looked at him, feeling a tension start to build in the air between you and him.

Eren looked into your eyes for a second before asking, “Would that ‘some’ include you?”

You knew there was no point in denying it, so you nodded your head slowly.

“You know it does,” you said softly.

Eren smiled, and then used the arm he had around your shoulders to bring you closer to him.

“That’s good to know,” Eren said, and you could hear his voice right next to your ear. “And for the record,” he continued, “’some’ might say you’re attractive as well.”

You felt your heart start to race at his words, and you gave him a shy smile.

“That’s good to know,” you said.

Eren returned your smile, and you both became lost in each other’s gaze for a moment until Connie’s voice caused you to look away from each other.

“How the fuck did you miss that?!” Connie yelled, pointing an accusing finger at Jean.

It appeared that Hitch and Ymir had won their game against Reiner and Bertholdt, and were now playing against Connie and Jean.

“So it’s my fault that I missed?” Jean yelled back.

“Duh! Who else’s fault would it be?!”

“I’m your teammate, why are you yelling at me?!”

“Cause I want to win, and you suck at this!”

“What’d you say?!”

Before you knew what was happening, Jean and Connie were wrestling each other on the floor, knocking cups off of the table in the process. You couldn’t help but laugh at the amusing sight.

“Does this happen a lot?” you asked Eren.

He laughed and nodded in response.

“Yeah. Usually it’s Jean and I, though,” he admitted.

You were about to say something in response, but then you saw that Connie and Jean had stood up and were moving closer to you and Eren. They weren’t paying attention to their surroundings, and Jean shoved Connie backward right into the couch.

The couch was small, so Connie would have landed right on top of you had Eren not grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his lap.

“Shit, sorry,” Connie said with an apologetic smile on his face.

“It’s okay,” you replied, huffing out a laugh.

Connie looked at you, and then at Eren. He seemed to be piecing together who you were.

“I’m Connie, by the way. I swear we’re not always like this,” he said.

You smiled at Connie and told him your name.

He looked between you and Eren again and said, “Thought so.”

You couldn’t see him, but behind you, Eren rolled his eyes at being exposed yet again for talking about you to his friends.

“Are you guys done being stupid? Can we play?” Ymir called from the table.

Connie mumbled something under his breath and stood up. He lightly punched Jean’s shoulder as they walked back to finish the game.

It was only when Connie and Jean were gone that you realized that you were still sitting on Eren’s lap. He had his hands on your waist, and you sat for a second, debating whether or not you should move.

“Sorry about that. They’re idiots,” Eren said, and took his hands off of you to give you the opportunity to move if you wanted.

You didn’t move, however, and twisted your body so you could see Eren’s face.

“It’s fine, really. They seem like fun,” you replied.

Eren smiled, relieved that you didn’t hate his friends already. You smiled back, and then realized that you had been holding your drink this whole time. You leaned forward to put it back on the floor.

As soon as you put it down, you registered the position you had put yourself in. Eren was still sitting upright on the couch, and you were bent down in front of him, still sitting on his thighs. Your shirt had ridden up slightly when you bent over, and Eren’s eyes were fixed on the strip of bare skin on your back that was showing.

You sat back up slowly. When you were sitting upright again, you moved your ass back further onto Eren’s thighs. His hands moved back to your waist.

“There’s a whole couch, you know,” Eren said, his lips right next to your ear.

You grinned and adjusted yourself on Eren’s lap. You heard him make a soft noise when you did so.

“I’m aware,” you replied.

Everyone else in the room was either focused on the game or doing their own thing, so no one noticed when Eren moved his hands under your shirt. His fingers brushed against the bare skin above the waistline of your pants.

You felt your breathing become more rapid, and the light touch of Eren’s fingers on your skin set all of your nerves on fire.

You didn’t think that Eren was going to go any further, but then you felt him subtly, but purposely, lift his hips. It was a small movement, but it was enough to let you feel the sensation of his hips grinding into your ass.

You grabbed the hands he had under your shirt and tried to steady yourself. Your efforts were in vain, however, because Eren leaned forward to place a quick kiss to the back of your neck. You reached your breaking point.

“Eren,” you said, your voice almost a whisper.

“Yes?” he asked, saying your name.

You took a deep breath and then turned to face him.

“I think I’d like to see your room,” you told him.

Eren smiled and laced his fingers with yours.

“I’d love to show you,” he said.

You moved off of Eren’s lap and then you both stood up. Still holding his hand, you followed Eren quietly out of Connie’s room. If anyone noticed the two of you sneaking out, they didn’t say anything.

You could hear music and the sound of people talking coming from downstairs as Eren led you down the hallway. When he got to a particular door, he let go of your hand and took a key out of the pocket of his sweatpants.

“After you,” Eren said once he unlocked the door.

The overhead light in Eren’s room was turned off, so his room was lit by the strip of LED lights attached to the wall, and by the light coming in from the window.

You smiled as you looked around the room. There were posters of Eren’s favorite bands and sports teams on the walls, and there were other items around the room that gave it a distinctly “Eren” feel.

Eren shut the door and walked over to you.

“I hope it’s not too messy,” he said, scratching the back of his neck as he looked around the room.

You stepped closer to him and smiled.

“It’s perfect,” you replied

You wouldn’t even care if his room was messy. As long as Eren was here, everything was perfect.

Eren relaxed, and then he moved one of his hands forward to interlace his fingers with yours.

“I’m glad you decided to call me,” Eren said quietly.

“Me too,” you replied.

You weren’t sure who moved first after that, but it didn’t matter. As if there was some force pulling you together, you both slowly moved your faces closer while looking into each other’s eyes.

You sighed happily when you finally felt Eren’s lips meet yours. Eren smiled into the kiss and moved his hands to place them on your waist.

The kiss was gentle at first, the two of you moving your lips softly against each other. You wrapped your arms around Eren’s neck and brought your body even closer to his. The hands Eren had on your waist moved under your shirt, and you made a soft noise as you felt them run across the bare skin just above the waistline of your pants.

The kiss turned heated after that. Your breathing became heavy as you felt Eren’s tongue brush against yours. His hands moved from your waist and ran along your stomach before resting on your chest. You felt so warm from Eren’s touch, and you decided that there were way too many layers of clothing between you and him.

Eren smiled when he felt your hands move to the hem of his shirt. He lightly tugged on your lower lip with his teeth before starting to walk towards his bed. You let him move you backwards, your lips still attached, until you felt the back of your knees hit the bed.

You separated your mouth from Eren’s and sat down. Eren remained standing, his green eyes entirely focused on you. You watched in anticipation as Eren brought his hands to the hem of his shirt. He tugged it over his head and then threw it onto the ground once it was off. You inhaled sharply as you slowly looked down at the defined muscles of Eren’s stomach. His sweatpants were hanging low, so you could see his sharp v-lines leading under his pants.

Before you could stop yourself, you reached out and placed one of your hands on Eren’s torso. You felt his muscles flex under your touch as you ran your hand along his abs. When your hand reached his chest, you stopped and looked up at him. Eren had a smug expression on his face, clearly pleased by your appreciation of his body.

“Like what you see?” Eren asked, mimicking his words from the gym.

“Very much,” you replied.

Eren smiled and then grabbed both of your hands. He moved forward onto the bed so he was on top of you and had your arms pinned on either side of your head.

You looked at Eren for a moment, appreciating the way he looked kneeling over you, and then leaned up to kiss him. He responded right away, his tongue dipping into your mouth. You moved your hands in Eren’s grip to let him know that you wanted him to let go so you could touch him.

Eren released your arms, and your hands immediately moved to his back to feel the smooth, muscled skin there. Eren moved his head and began to kiss along your neck and jaw. His hair was tied up, so you moved your hands to the hair at the back of his neck. Eren hummed in appreciation when he felt your fingers run through the soft strands of his hair.

Continuing to kiss your neck, Eren moved his hands to the hem of your shirt. He pushed it up so your stomach was exposed, and then he moved his mouth off of your neck to look at you for a second.

You smiled at him and pulled the shirt over your head. Eren’s eyes looked over your exposed skin, and you felt yourself become shy under his gaze.

“This what you had in mind when you called?” Eren asked.

“Uh, I don’t really know what I had in mind,” you said. “I just wanted to see you.”

A beautiful smile spread across Eren’s face, and he leaned down to kiss you. You realized that both you and he still had shoes on, so you quickly kicked yours off and moved back further onto the bed. Eren took off his sneakers and then climbed back on top of you.

He began to kiss your neck again, and then he slowly moved his way down your body. He kissed the place where your neck and shoulder connected, and you felt his teeth graze your collar bone.

After a few seconds, you felt his mouth on the top of your breasts which weren’t covered by your bra, and then you moaned softly when you felt Eren begin to kiss his way down your stomach. He kept going until he reached the top of your pants. He looked up at you, and you saw that his green eyes were now dark with desire.

“Can I?” he asked, moving his hands under the waistband of your pants.

“Please,” you said.

Eren smirked and then slowly pulled your pants down your legs. Once they were off, he threw them to the side and moved back up your body. He kissed you, and you moaned when you felt his hand move over the fabric of your underwear.

You knew he could feel how turned on you were from the dampness, but you didn’t care. You moved one of your hands to the front of Eren’s sweatpants, and you knew he felt just the same as you. His cock was straining against the fabric of his sweats, and you began to push them down.

Eren sat up to help you take them off, and he threw them in the same direction as he had your pants. Eren was wearing black boxer-briefs, and you felt the ache between your thighs intensify as you looked down at his crotch.

Eren leaned forward to kiss you again, and his fingers dipped underneath your underwear. You moaned as you felt Eren’s fingers move over your slick center, and you wrapped your legs loosely around his waist.

You kissed Eren’s neck as he continued to move his fingers over you, and then you felt him push one finger inside, which caused you to bite down on his neck. You heard Eren groan, and he began to move his finger in and out. The friction of Eren’s finger inside of you felt so good, and you thrusted your hips to feel it even more.

Eren added a second finger soon after and continued his movements. You were breathing hard into his neck, and he turned his head to look at you.

“Feels good?” he asked.

“Fuck yes,” you groaned out.

Eren smirked, and then started to thrust his fingers even deeper inside of you.

“You feel so good just around my fingers,” Eren said breathlessly.

You moaned as you heard him speak, and you looked down to see his fully hard cock straining against his boxers. The sight made you clench hard around Eren’s fingers, and you put a hand on Eren’s arm to get his attention.

“Hold on a sec,” you said.

Eren immediately stopped his movements and looked at you, an expression of slight concern on his face.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

You nodded and said, “Yep. Just need to do this.”

You reached down to your underwear and pushed it the rest of the way down your thighs. Eren watched as you did so. Once you had thrown it to the side, you looked at Eren, and maintained eye contact with him as you reached behind yourself to unclasp your bra.

You threw that to the side, too, and Eren took in your entire naked body.

“Like what you see?” you asked, raising your eyebrows.

Your voice brought Eren out of his trance, and he grinned.

“You know it,” he replied.

He leaned down and kissed you, and you brought your hands to his back. You scratched his skin lightly when you felt one of his fingers move between your thighs and brush against your clit.

He moved his finger in small motions over the sensitive bundle of nerves, and you felt your thoughts cloud over with arousal. Although you already felt so good, you needed Eren inside of you fully.

“Eren,” you said, finding it hard to speak.

“Mhmm?” he hummed.

You ground your hips up into Eren’s, and he stopped the movement of his fingers.

“Please fuck me,” you pleaded, saying the words directly into his ear.

You saw Eren’s eyes widen slightly at your request. He brought one of his hands to your cheek.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

You nodded and wrapped your legs around him.

“Completely,” you said.

Eren smiled, and then kissed you fiercely. His hips ground down into yours, and you both let out breathy sounds. You moved your hands to Eren’s boxers and pushed them down. Eren sat up to push them the rest of the way down, and then threw them with your other discarded clothing.

The ache between your legs only grew when you saw Eren’s hard cock fully exposed and thought about how it would feel inside of you.

Eren reached into the small nightstand by his bed and took out a condom. He rolled it onto himself and then turned back to you. You reached for him, and Eren laughed as he kissed you.

He settled in between your hips, making you gasp when you felt the tip of his cock against your entrance. You wrapped your legs tightly around Eren’s waist, and you shut your eyes as you felt him push inside you. The stretch was slightly uncomfortable at first, but Eren went slow until his cock was all the way inside.

As you adjusted to his size, the stretch was no longer uncomfortable, and instead felt amazing.

“You okay?” Eren asked, waiting for confirmation that he could move.

“Yes,” you said, and moved your hips to let Eren know that it was okay for him to move.

Eren groaned, and then began to pull his hips back. Once just the tip of his cock was inside of you, he thrusted forward. You both moaned at the feeling.

Eren repeated the motion again and again, thrusting deeper into you each time. You brought your lips to his as he snapped his hips into you, and you met each of his thrusts with your own.

The feeling of Eren inside of you was better than you could have ever imagined. He stretched your cunt perfectly and hit the sensitive spot inside of you with every thrust.

“Shit—” Eren groaned, as he felt you clench around his cock, muttering your name as well as other expletives.

You felt the ache between your thighs begin to grow rapidly, and then Eren moved one of his hands to rub your clit with his fingers. The combination of Eren stimulating your clit and him buried deep inside you had you rushing quickly to orgasm.

“Fuck, Eren. I’m gonna cum,” you told him.

He nodded and kept up the pace of his thrusts.

“Me too,” he said, but was determined to hold out until you finished first.

You tightened your legs around Eren’s waist and pulled yourself closer to him. The two of you kissed messily as the movements of Eren’s hips became more frantic. You gasped when he pushed your legs up towards your chest, the new angle allowing him to go even deeper. You closed your eyes and let your body fully relax, allowing the pleasure to build between your legs until it hit its peak.

You came with a soft cry and Eren’s name on your tongue, and you felt your muscles clench around his cock as your orgasm washed over you. Eren thrusted into you a few more times until his hips stuttered and he reached his climax as well. Eren’s head dropped down next to yours as he came, and you could hear his moans mixed with your name as he released into the condom.

You stayed in that position for a few seconds, both of you exhausted and breathing heavy. You gently ran your hand along Eren’s back in a soothing motion, and he hummed contently. After a few seconds, he moved his head to look at your face.

“You okay?” he asked, and kissed you softly.

You smiled and reached up to brush the loose strands of hair out of Eren’s face.

“Very okay,” you replied.

Eren smiled lazily, and then his body dropped further into yours.

“You’re kinda heavy, though,” you added, grunting at his weight on top of you.

Eren didn’t respond, and you began to lightly hit his shoulder.

“Eren, moveeee,” you encouraged.

In response, Eren wrapped his arms around your back and moved his head to the crook of your neck.

“Don’t want to,” Eren said, his breath tickling your skin.

You couldn’t help but smile at his clinginess, finding it adorable. As tempting as it was to lie with Eren longer, you had to use the bathroom, and should probably see what your friends were doing.

“Please Eren,” you pleaded once more.

He groaned, but relented and pulled out of you. You immediately missed the feeling of him inside of you as he sat up and tied off the condom, throwing it into the trash can by his bed. After a moment, you mustered up the strength to stand, and you stepped off of Eren’s bed.

Eren picked your clothes up off the floor and handed them to you. You thanked him, and then you both began to get dressed. You could hear music from downstairs and the sound of people talking, so you assumed there was a party going on.

“Do you need to use the bathroom or something?” Eren asked once you were dressed.

You nodded, and then followed Eren out of the room. He led you down the hallway you had walked through earlier until he stopped in front of the door to the bathroom.

“Go ahead,” he said.

“Thanks,” you replied, and smiled at him before walking into the bathroom.

Once you were finished, you washed your hands and looked into the mirror over the sink. You looked absolutely wrecked, but it made you smile.

Eren was waiting outside for you, typing something on his phone, but he looked up when you walked towards him.

“Should we see what everyone else is doing?” you asked.

He nodded, and then you walked down the hallway to Connie’s room. The door was shut, and you didn’t hear any of the music that had been playing earlier.

“Hmm,” Eren said. “They probably went downstairs to join the party.”

You took out your phone to see if you had any texts, and sure enough, Hitch, as well as Historia and Ymir, had sent you multiple messages with excessive winkey-face emojis letting you know that they had gone downstairs. You rolled your eyes fondly and put your phone back in your pocket.

“Yeah they did,” you told Eren.

“Thought so,” he said, and then he paused. “Did you want to join them?”

You considered it for a moment, but your body felt tired and all you really wanted to do was relax in your bed.

“I think I’ll go back to my dorm. I’m kinda tired,” you said.

Eren nodded understandingly.

“I’ll walk you back,” he replied, and then took your hand.

You felt your face heat up at the sweet gesture.

“You don’t have to do that,” you said shyly.

Eren just tightened his hand around yours and turned to walk down the hallway.

“I want to,” he said.

You smiled at Eren and followed him through the house and down the stairs. When you got to the main floor, you saw that there were people everywhere enjoying the party that was going on.

Some people came up to Eren to say hi to him, and he continued to hold your hand as he greeted them in return and walked towards the front door of the house. He pushed it open, and you followed him outside.

“Where is your dorm?” Eren asked.

You told him the name of your dorm building, and then you began to walk there together.

The walk was peaceful, and you enjoyed the feeling of the night air as you walked beside Eren. You looked over at him and smiled, and he smiled back and put an arm around your shoulder.

Eventually, you reached your dorm building, and you paused when you got to the entrance.

“Thanks for walking me back,” you said.

“No problem,” Eren replied, smiling softly.

As you looked at him, the words of the question you wanted to ask were on the tip of your tongue. It had been on your mind ever since what happened between you and him in the locker room.

What is going on between us?

You weren’t sure if it was just sex, or if Eren wanted something else out of it. As much as you wanted to know, something stopped you from asking. You didn’t want to potentially ruin the night with a response from Eren that you wouldn’t like.

“I had fun tonight. Thanks for inviting me,” you said instead.

Eren nodded and put his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.

“Me too. I’m glad you came,” he said.

You both stood there for a moment longer, neither one of you really wanting to say goodbye. You saw Eren take a small step towards you, and you took one towards him.

Before you knew what was happening, your lips were crashing against Eren’s as you kissed each other fiercely right in front of your dorm building. You clawed at Eren’s shirt and his hands ran up and down your back.

You weren’t sure how long you and Eren stayed like that, but eventually, you parted your mouths from each other to breathe.

Eren rested his forehead against yours.

“Goodnight, Eren,” you said breathlessly.

“Goodnight,” he replied, saying your name softly.

You reluctantly pulled away from him, knowing that if you didn’t do it then, you never would. Eren smiled at you once more before turning to walk away. You smiled back at him as you watched him walk down the street.

Your lips were still tingling from the kiss, and you smiled to yourself as you walked into your dorm for the night.

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Imagine:

Erik and his girl have a threesome with OC.

Soooooo, I have gotten A LOT of threesome requests. I figured I could incorporate all of them into one fic because they are all generally the same thing except for a few things here and there. One request is it’s Erik’s birthday and him and OC have a threesome and he feels left out and another one is Eirk’s girl/wife feels left out, also a threesome where they share cum. It’s nasty y’all lol hardcore I added my own twist on it. It’s going to have to be two parts because I have so many ideas for this and I didn’t want it to be long and drawn out in one section.

Warnings: HARDCORE SMUT. GRAPHIC. Sharing fluids, nasty talk, multiple sex scenes, Daddy kink, Strippers, threesome.

Enjoy! Xoxo.

Amoya and her husband Erik decided to kick off his birthday a week before he actually turned 33. She figured her man would love to go to a strip club so they hit up Ace of Diamonds in West Hollywood, California. They pulled up with racks of money and already buzzed from all the D’usse cognac that they drank in his Mercedes AMG-G63 with Rolls Royce Starlights installed on the roof of the inside of the car. Amoya has a VIP section for the party of people she invited out with them. She wanted her man to have fun and let loose. Erik figures this is just gonna be another fun and wild night of getting twerked on by some fine ass strippers and having asses clap in his face. He didn’t know what Amoya really had in mind.

This was going to be a recruitment night to find the best stripper for a threesome Amoya wanted to plan for Erik’s birthday the following week. She wanted to find the best girl for the job that they could both have fun with the entire weekend at their LA mansion in the hills. A young vibrant thang to use for sex and sex only. This would be their first time doing this after Amoya gave it much thought. Sex is a huge factor in her and Erik’s relationship. As they both entered the strip club and found their VIP section, Amoya instantly scans the crowd of ass, titties, and pussy, to find the perfect chick. All the women there were beautiful but not exactly what Amoya had in mind just yet. She wanted to sit back and see how her man reacted before she made her decision.

“Dayum,” Erik held his bottle of D’usse with one hand while his arm wrapped around his wife’s shoulder, “Baby, it’s too live in here tonight. Ace got a good selection.”

Amoya looked up at her beautiful husband. She still couldn’t believe that he asked for her hand in marriage. It’s been three years of happiness with him. Erik is the man of her dreams. 6’3, russet skin, short dreads, a charming smile with dimples in his cheeks, full lips, onyx eyes, smart, ambitious, the list goes on and on and on with the many things she loved about her man.

“I knew you would love it, baby. Ohhhhhh look at that one right there,” Amoya pointed a long stiletto nail painted metallic purple at a tall stripper chick with A cup breasts but a huge wagon of an ass. She had on black cross pasties over her small areolas and a leather black thong with black stripper heels that had silver mesh. The caramel beauty had a collar around her neck and hair pulled up into a sleek bun. She was so sexy. The girl must have known Amoya wanted her attention so she looked over at her. Once their eyes connected the tall chick who could be mistaken for a model came over to their section with her eyes on their money. One of Erik’s homeboys helped her inside while staring at her large backside as she stepped over to stand in front of Amoya. The chick got down in a squat, blinking her hazel eyes at her before smiling, showing off a gap between her teeth and a gold bottom grill.

“How can I help you pretty lady,” she spoke with a southern accent, “They call me Sparkle.”

“Hi, miss Sparkle,” Amoya reaches around to slap Sparkles ass with the stack of bills she had, “Your skin is extra sparkly, I like that.”

Sparkle glances over at Erik who gave her an intense and rather intimidating look before looking back at Amoya “Diamonds are a girl's best friend, and I love glitter against my brown skin.”

“Ooooo, both are my favorite.” Amoya likes her. She just hoped her man was really feeling her. She could tell what her man liked and didn’t like. So far, Erik was giving Sparkle a look over but it wasn’t blazing like he looked at Amoya. Maybe if Sparkle danced on him that would help determine if she was the one.

“This is my husband, call him Kill.”

“Hi, Kill.” Sparkle spoke in a honeyed tone.

“Sup’ mama.” Erik licked his lips before giving her a sexy half smirk.

“Are you gonna give my Hubby some of that thick ass? It’s almost his birthday.”

That made Sparkle smile wide, revealing more of her gap, “Birthday huh?! How old are you turning?!”

“33.”

“You don’t look like it,” Sparkle giggles, “after this I can get some of my other girls to come over and show some love. We got you, Mr. Kill.”

Erik was loving the idea of that. Amoya pulled out two stacks of money handing one over to Erik so he could make it rain on Sparkle. She got into a squat in front of him before turning around to pop her ass. Left cheek, right cheek. It danced like the shit was made of jello. Sparkle stood in her heels, arched over in front of Erik’s face, and shook her ass to the banger trap beat. Erik made it rain over her ass before taking a few bills to place in her thong. Sparkle was cool, she got the job done, but her man wasn’t rock hard or reaching out to pop her big ass butt like she wanted him to.

“You like that birthday boy?” Sparkle spoke while dragging her tongue over her gap, “This the kind of cake you want for your birthday?”

“That’s a lot of cake to be serving up, ma.” Erik watched Sparkle stand, making her ass clap with a shake of her thighs, her fingers popping the waistband of her thong. Sparkle then lifts one long leg up in the air to shake her ass. The girl had skills. Erik stood to throw money on Sparkle before smacking her ass with it and rubbing the bills on her skin. Amoya gave Sparkle some love too by slipping the girl some money in her thong. Sparkle was seeing dollar signs as she picked up that money to stuff inside the crotch of her thong.

“Hey, bring that ass over here, Miss Sparkle with that glitter booty on you,” Amoya’s drunk brother, Amari, motioned with some bills in one hand and a blunt in the other. Her brother and Erik grew up together in Oakland. Amari is tall and slim with short waves in his hair and a tattoo of a black rose on his neck. They gave him the nickname Pretty Boi Mari because that’s exactly what he was. Light skin, grey eyes, dimples. There isn’t one friend of Amoya’s that Amari didn’t have. She lost a lot of friends because of her brother. A few of them had kids by him.

“Dassit’ you a thick bitch ain’t you? Haha,” Amari slaps the hell out of Sparkles ass, “Where your friends at? Bring your stripper friends up here so we can have some fun.”

All the other guys in the section agreed with Amari while Erik being Erik sat back, drunk off the D’usse with his arm draped over Amoya’s shoulder. Sparkle took the money Amari gave her and quickly left the section to round up the best girls for them to have. When Sparkle left to grab her girls, everyone danced and drank while watching the shows on stage. So many different tricks. Split lock, power hold, pole split, the eye opener that gave you a view of the pussy, spinning chopper, all different advanced moves. These women were so skilled and they put on the best show.

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“Sup’ Sparkle,” Novia, a 25 year old girl who has been stripping at Ace of Diamonds for a month now said high to Sparkle with a wide smile and twinkling eyes. Cinnamon skin, well-developed voluptuous and sinuous body, curly hair with honey blonde highlights in it pulled back into a sleek bun with baby hairs, and eyes that reminded you of the perfect espresso on a Monday morning. Her voice was the perfect mixture of rasp and seduction. Novia was working the floor with her right hand, Bubbles, a Cuban girl with long brunette hair in two pigtails, pouty lips, and striking dark green eyes. She was more on the athletic side and spoke with a very light voice that some would say is annoying but she couldn’t help that it was the way she talked.

“Y’all tired of working the floor? I got a spot that would really bring in some money.”

“Where?!” Bubbles spoke up with her tweety bird voice, “Cuz I am TIRED of the floor I need VIP MONEY.”

“Right over there,” Bubbles and Novia followed where Sparkle pointed. Right there in front of the stage in the most expensive VIP section in the club was a group of men who looked like they were big ballin’ a few chicks there as well. All Bubbles and Novia could see was bags filled with money. More money than the men on the floor have. Novia never worked VIP but she would break out of her shell tonight if it meant she could be going home with 5,000 that night, maybe even more. She only had about 800 so far since her shift started an hour ago. Novia still has a long way to go before she becomes a known stripper in Ace of Diamonds.

“It’s some fine ass niggas birthday. He’s turning 33 and his wife wants us to show him a good time. Y’all down?”

“I'M DOWN,” Bubbles spoke up first, “Birthday boy doesn't know what he has in store for him! What about you Novia?”

“Yeah, I can go up. More money for me,” Novia glanced back over at the section to see who the birthday man is. She spotted a guy she hoped was. He was chilling with his legs wide and a cup in his hand half empty. He had his arm perched around a woman’s shoulder. They looked like a King and Queen watching from their throne.

“Oh, and his wife said to call him Kill.”

“I’ll call him whatever I need to as long as I get my money,” Bubbles and Candy shared a laugh.

“Kill huh? Sounds like he’s nothing to play with,” Novia mentions while her eyes watched the section.

“Let’s get some more girls,” Sparkle lead the way to round up more of their girls before they went back. They were at a group of eight now and that was the perfect amount. Sparkle made Novia hold up two party Ciroc VS bottles with sparks in it lighting the way.

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“HAPPY BIRTHDAY KILL!!!!”

His smile is what she noticed first.

Bright and wide with deep dimples in his cheeks and moist full lips. Teeth lined with gold and then his wet pink tongue poking out to lick his upper lip. Very handsome indeed. Novia is about her money but she also took great joy in putting on a show for an attractive man. Novia arched over to put the bottles on the table before putting out the sparks. 7 inch heels with a 2 3/4 inch platform with cutout, rhinestone detailing, an adjustable ankle strap, and colored royal blue like the micro slingshot monokini she wore that barely covered her round breasts and the rest of her body. Her skin glittered and glistened and the stretch marks on her healthy ass were like light brown tiger stripes. Novia looked over at his wife and she wished she hadn’t. That woman was breathtaking. She favored Rihanna to her. Especially with the way she dressed. She kept her hair short and sleek, almond shaped green eyes looking her up and down before giving her an approving smile. She is tall and slim with long stiletto nails that reminded her of claws. They were perfect together. Definitely a king and queen.

“This is krystal,” Krystal was a 5 '2 petite girl with a lot of breasts. She was mocha skinned with long faux locs in her hair and a hot pink thong with matching top on and clear 7 inch heels on her feet.

“Rose, KiKi, Daniella,” All three of these girls were topless with different colored pasties over their nipples and thongs to match. Rose wore her hair close cut and colored red, KiKi has a teal green lace front that made her look like a mermaid, and Daniella wore her loose wavy hair up in a messy bun with rhinestones on her face that would remind you of a sugar skull.

“Vixen, Babydoll, Tatiana, and Chloe,” Babydoll and Chloe were biracial fraternal twins with long pink curly hair and an obvious Brazilian butt lift but it looked good on them both. Vixen was covered in tattoos and piercings with crotchless panties on and a bikini top that was too small to fit over her areolas, and Tatiana has black tassel nipple covers with a dark purple slingshot monokini. Her hair was bleach blonde and wet, piercings in her cheeks like Black Chyna.

“And this is Bubbles, and Novia.”

Bubbles has a ditzy way about her but she was adorable with her big green eyes and youthful face. She had to be the youngest out of all the girls. Novia’s espresso eyes were dangerous. They appeared very calm but the more you held her gaze she would trap you. Novia swiped her tongue over her upper lip, showing off her tongue ring and how long her tongue was. It was like a tiny pink snake. The curves on this woman were dangerous. That slingshot monokini over her oily skin left nothing to the imagination. All of the women were sexy, but Novia…

“Hi Kill, Happy birthday,” Bubbles spoke in an angelic sing-song voice.

“Happy Birthday,” Novia spoke with a smooth yet sexy voice that could make a grown man’s knees buckle. She was so captivating.

“Damn, Sparkle, you brought the best of the best didn’t you?” Amari spoke up while palming both Babydoll and Chloe’s asses. The girls didn’t waste anytime twerking, hitting splits, and giving lap dances to anyone who was available. Currently, Novia was on her own, grabbing onto the railing that encircled the VIP section, popping her ass in Erik’s line of vision. The way her glistening cheeks clapped and her hips swayed with that deep arch in her back had him forgetting about KiKi with the teal green wig currently giving him a lap dance while holding a bottle of Ciroc VS to his lips for him to drink. Amoya tilted his head back to allow KiKi to pour some of the liquor in his mouth. She was heavy-handed with it too but Erik swallowed every drop. Amoya grabs the back of his neck, bringing his lips to hers so they could kiss. They’re tongues thrashed and swirled over each other’s. You could suffocate with how much ass surrounded that VIP section. Everyone else in Ace of Diamonds looked over at them with envious eyes. It was popping off.

Amoya brought her lips to Erik’s ear, “I need some head right now, Daddy. I just wanna push your head between my legs and make you eat it,” Amoya licks Erik’s ear with her wet tongue, “Fuck, my pussy is so wet looking at all these fine bitches popping pussy in our face. How about you, Daddy? You like all this phat ass popping and all this phat pussy? Fuckkkkk, babeeee.”

“Damn, girl. Talking all that shit like that in Daddy’s ear,” Erik whispered back with smoldering eyes. Erik’s skin felt like he was boiling. His dick was definitely as hard as cast iron but it wasn’t because of KiKi. It was because of Novia. Erik’s eyes kept sweeping over towards her like she was the prized jewel out of all the other women there. That’s what Amoya wanted to see. She watched Novia too. Novia was on the floor of the VIP section, legs spread and ass popping to the beat. The tattoo on her lower back of a pair of cat eyes looked like it was winking the way she moved. Novia started grinding into the floor, her back rolling and her ass bouncing and jiggling like she had no control over it. Novia looked like she was riding dick the way she moved. Stacks of money showered her body, some of the bills sticking to her cinnamon skin. The second she arched her back, And gave Erik a glimpse of her phat pussy in that little slingshot monokini he was up on his feet with his hand reaching down to whack her ass good. Amoya sat stunned with lust at the sight. Novia looked back at him with her round eyes and thick natural eyelashes blinking.

“That bitch on the floor getting it! Don’t hog her birthday boy we want some of that too!” One of Erik’s friends called out while Vixen accepted his cash in her crotchless panties. Amoya gasps while grabbing a few stacks to make it rain on Novia when she got into a handstand and started gyrating her hips and thighs. Erik stood there with a clear eye view of Novia’s Brazilian waxed mound spread wide in that slingshot monokini. If he just took one finger to slide it over her pussy lips would spill out. Erik slaps some money on her pussy and outstretched thighs before the entire section erupted with shouts and hollers when Novia hit a split. She bounced her ass on that floor with those legs wide and limber, oily body bending and arching like she was an acrobatic Queen. Erik was in amazed by this Pole Dancer. So was Amoya. She made her mind up for sure. This was the girl she wanted to have a threesome with for Erik’s birthday. Novia got up from that floor like she didn’t just step on the other girls necks, smiling at Erik before accepting her money from both Amoya and Erik. A ton of it. More than Sparkle and the others. Of course the other girls had envious eyes. Especially Bubbles.

“Can you do all that on the pole ma?” Erik asks with a husky voice, “show me how you do it on that stage. Give me a real birthday treat, yeah?”

“Anything for the birthday boy-“

“Oh, I ain’t no boy.” Erik spoke with a rough tone while flaring his gold canines.

Novia looked Erik up and down like his wife wasn’t standing next to him. She liked that rough edge in his voice. He definitely wasn’t a boy. Nothing like the other men there.

“Mmmm, I gotta come correct, huh?” Novia pushes Erik down on the couch, “Want me to give you a lap dance, Birthday Daddy?”

Amoya’s breathing was shallow. She loved the way Novia called Erik Daddy. Now she couldn’t get it out of her head. Now she wanted to force Novia’s head down towards her pussy to lick up with that gold jewel on her tongue. Better yet, Amoya wanted to see how she tasted. She’s never been this turned on by a woman in her life.

“Gon’ girl, dassit’ FUCK.”

Novia was reverse cowgirl on Erik’s crotch making her ass twerk back on him. Erik’s money bag was nearly empty because he spent it all on Novia. Novia’s espresso eyes landed on Amoya, giving her a sly smirk. She was definitely nothing to play with.

“You like how I shake this big ass on your Hubby? Think he might bust a nut?”

Amoya found herself reaching out to jiggle Novia’s ass cheeks in her hand, “He’s loving you alright, Miss Novia. I’m loving it too.”

“Is that right?” Novia got up slowly from Erik, walked up to Amoya, widened her legs while staring into her eyes and dropped down on Amoya’s lap at a gentle pace that could make a grown man cry. She started grinding on Amoya, lifting the straps on her monokini to show off her round breasts that were pierced just like her tongue. The nipple rings read fuck me in gold. Erik looked over at Novia with a slight crease in his brow as if he were annoyed by her lifting from his dick like that. He clearly didn’t want to give his money away to the other girls. It’s supposed to be his birthday week not Amoya’s. Amoya was in a trance, her greedy hands making Novia’s ass shake over her. Both women shared a look of equal desire and teasing smiles. Amoya snakes her hands up Novia’s spine delicately before Novia smashed her breasts in Amoya’s face. This girl was bold but Amoya loved it.

“DAYUM AMOYA!” Amari yelled out loud while watching his sister. Her face was smothered with Novia’s breasts. Novia finally gave her room to breathe, Amoya’s lipstick smeared on Novia’s chest. Amoya looked like she wanted to toss Novia down on the VIP red velvet couch and tongue fuck her wet folds. Novia finally gets up, Amoya slapping her ass gently before slipping her some more cash. Novia walked out of VIP while everyone watched her leave. She slowly strolled towards the stage, dropping all her money in a bucket. Nothing but 20’s and 100 dollar bills. The DJ introduced Novia and played her intro music. Megan Thee Stallion- Best You Ever Had.

You ain't never been with a chick this bad

I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had

If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh

He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that

You ain't never been with a chick this bad

I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had

If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh

He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that

I be actin' up right before he come to see me

He be like, "Why you always tripping for no reason?"

Told him, "'Cause you put it on me better when you're mad"

Hand around my neck, hit it hard from the back, yeah

I'ma cook a meal for him and play the game with him

When somebody ask, yeah, I'm with the same nigga

Pussy keep him knocked out like a painkiller

And if a nigga bag me, you know he a winner, ah

Novia hit a shoulder mount inversion into an extended butterfly. A Knee hold move was next, causing her to twirl around that pole with the neon blue lights on her beautiful body. You could tell that she practiced these moves fluently. So much style and grace like a ballerina. She had everyone’s attention, more money being thrown at her. Novia twerked her ass in the air before dropping down into a full split. The money exploded around her and all Amoya kept staring at was the wicked and delicious way her lips looked stretched into a smile. She knew she was bad. She knew she was the hottest thing in Ace of Diamonds. Erik was in awe of her. All his money practically gone and in Novia’s bucket. She played the game well. Amoya applauded Novia before three other chicks joined her on stage to perform together.

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Erik’s Birthday:

Amoya hopped out of her convertible Rolls Royce with red leather seats, Louis Vuitton bag in hand and dressed in an all white catsuit. It was around 78 degrees so it wasn’t too hot or too warm for her. INFINITY Dance Studio has a bright purple neon sign on the outside within that parking lot. Large ceiling to floor windows showed about three levels to the large studio. Amoya’s Saint Laurent heels echoed across the concrete ground of the lot before finally making her way towards the double doors leading her to the inside of the dance studio. It was nicely decorated. A receptionist sat behind a polished desk; young girl with a blunt cut wig on and a nose piercing. She wore a white top with an Infinity symbol and the name of the studio in cursive embroidery. She blinked her false lashes up at Amoya before smiling with a mouth full of braces.

“Welcome to INFINITY Dance Studio. My name is Kimberly. How can I help you today?”

Amoya removed her Fendi shades, “Uh, I’m here looking for a miss, Novia?”

“Novia? I’m not sure who that-ohhhhhhhh, you mean Jordyn?”

“I’m not following,” Amoya was confused.

“Novia? Works at Ace of Diamonds? Her real name is Jordyn.”

“Oh!” Amoya laughs, “I didn’t think about that, I should have.”

“It’s cool. It’s her middle name. I’m her sister.”

Now that Amoya was looking at Kimberly, they did look alike. Same beautiful cinnamon skin and light brown eyes that reminded you of coffee with extra cream. Lips full and kissable. A mole on the side of her nose just like her sister and dimples on the sides of her mouth whenever she smiled. Beautiful girls.

“Jordyn has a class at the moment but you can go up there and wait for her. She’s teaching a heels class.”

“Sure,” Amoya pointed to the elevators, “Which level?”

“Second level. As soon as you get off, make a right and keep straight down the hall. The studio is going to be on your left at the very end of the hall.” Kimberly instructed.

Amoya gave her thanks before making her way towards the elevators. She needed to ask Novia now that she had free time to do so. She wanted to do this during the early afternoon since Erik was out with his friends for Cigars and brunch on a Yacht. He wouldn’t be back until a couple of hours from now. This gave Amoya enough time to put her plan into works. She did as she was told, turning right and then keeping straight. It wasn’t hard to find since the music helped her out. They were jamming. Amoya walked down the hall humming to Jhené Aiko- Pussy Fairy (OTW). Finally there, Amoya stood in the doorway, watching Novia seductively hit a split before a high kick on the floor, front and center, with her students standing in a half circle with concentration etched on their faces.

Novia clearly was an all around dancer and not just on the pole. This girl moved with so much ease and grace. Amoya leaned against the doorway, admiring Novia’s attire. Black leotard with fishnet stockings and five inch ankle boots on her feet in black leather. Voluptuous, full-bosomed, plump backside, body serpentine as she moved across the floor. Watching her was sex itself.

“Alright, ladies, let's do this one more time before we’re done for the day.”

All the women got into position. There was enough room in the studio to spread out and watch her. Mirrored walls surrounded all of them so they could stare at themselves. All women in all different shapes and sizes watched Novia go through the routine one more time, their eyes intense and unblinking so they could catch her every move. Bodies sweating, they gave it their all, even through advanced moves, Novia finishing out with a side to side split before standing up and applauding her class.

“Ladies! Good job! We’ve gotten better! India, I see you’ve been practicing!” Novia wipes sweat from under her chin, “Good job! I’ll see all of you beautiful ladies next Thursday, alright?”

They all said their goodbyes, some of them hugging Novia and having small talk, others grabbing their things to dash out of the studio while yelling goodbye over their shoulders. Amoya made room for them to exit before stepping further into the studio. Once everyone cleared out, Novia’s eyes landed on hers. She pauses for a split second before a small, recognizable smile spread across her gorgeous face. She walked with a strut that made her hips sway to pause her music. All you could hear was her heels click clack across the polished dance floor towards Amoya. She looked shocked to see her.

“Wifey from Ace of Diamonds last Saturday?” Novia held out her hand to shake Amoya’s, “How did you find me, sweetie?”

“Sparkle,” Amoya gave Novia a kind smile, “She told me you would be here at the dance studio today. Your sister, Kimberly, told me you had a heels class. Is it okay if I call you Jordyn or do you prefer Novia?”

Novia wipes sweat from the back of her neck, “You can call me whatever you like, sweetie.”

Amoya bit her bottom lip with a smile, “Novia rolls off the tongue better.”

“Yeah, it does. Especially when someone’s moaning it.”

If she agreed to having a threesome with Erik and Amoya she would enjoy it even more. Amoya was loving Novia more and more each time she talked. She knew the effect she has on people.

“So, you’re a choreographer too?”

Novia grins showing off the dimples on the sides of her full lips, “Yes, I teach different classes here. I’m trying to open my own studio but we’ll see.”

“I’m sure you can make that happen...I mean...WOW. You can move on the pole and off the pole.”

“I can teach you sometime if you like,” Novia made her voice lower and alluring. Amoya couldn’t fight the urge to blush and smile.

“I’ll look into that...uh, there is one thing I’d like to talk to you about though.” Amoya became nervous.

“What’s wrong?” Novia’s pretty face became wary.

“No no! Nothing bad...just...gosh, I don’t even know how to ask this.” Amoya chewed on her bottom lip.

“It’s okay...like you said, nothing bad, yeah?”

“Yes.” Amoya avoided Novia’s espresso eyes, “Okay, so today is Erik’s birthday.”

“Who is Erik?” Novia asked while raising a single thick brow.

“Shit-yeah, it’s Kill,” Amoya giggles, “Kill is his nickname but his real name is Erik.”

“Hmm, okay,” Novia licks her glossy lips, “I’m sorry you can keep talking.”

Amoya smoothed a hand down the back of her neck over a tattoo of a heart, “So, today is his birthday and right now he’s out with his friends but later we’ll both be home. Uh, so, I had something in mind and I was wondering if you could help me out with that?”

Novia had a perplexed look on her face and Amoya knew she was beating around the bush but she couldn’t get it out without being so shy about it. She shook her head before closing her eyes, gaining enough courage to ask Novia up front. She would only get a yes or no answer.

“Novia. I want you to have a threesome with me and my husband for his birthday.”

Novia parted her lips to speak but no words came out. Her eyes blinked a few times before she gave Amoya a half smirk, “You’re serious?”

“Yes.” Amoya answered slowly. Novia rolled her glossy lips together while staring at Amoya like she was trying to catch her in a lie. When she realized she was serious Novia let’s put a deep sigh before smoothing her dark brown hair with honey blonde highlights from her sweaty shoulders.

Hands on her hourglass shaped waist, she looked up at Amoya through her long curled lashes, “...Okay.” Novia answered with a bright smile, “I’d like to. So when are we doing this?”

Amoya fingered some of her hair from her eyes before smiling just as bright, “it’s gonna happen tonight if that’s okay?”

“Oh, I’m free tonight.” Novia answered quickly.

“It’s for the entire weekend though,” Amoya added with a chuckle. Novia gawked at her before laughing herself.

“The ENTIRE weekend? Jesus. You want to fuck me for theee days straight? Damn, I like you Wifey.”

“Just call me Amoya.”

The energy between them both shifted. Now, Everytime Novia looked at Amoya it was as if she were imagining her naked and in every position possible. Amoya looked at Novia’s lips while licking her own. This girl was intoxicating.

“And it’s a surprise, right?”

“Yes, babe, it is,” Amoya responded, “It’ll be at our home, I can have one of our drivers pick you up around…8 PM?”

“8 PM sounds good, Amoya. I’m packing a bag?”

“Yes. We have a pool and jacuzzi so you can bring swimwear too.”

“Cool, I can’t wait,” Novia blinked her long curled lashes, while biting her lower lip excitedly, “If it’s with you and Kill I definitely can’t wait.” Now her tone of voice was honeyed and silky smooth. It almost lulled Amoya to sleep.

“Let’s exchange numbers, okay?” Amoya says with a shaky breath.

“Sure, beautiful.”

They both exchanged numbers. After that, Novia hugged Amoya then placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, leaving a glossy lip print behind. Amoya looked down at Novia’s lips. Novia kept her eyes on Amoya, pressing her breasts into Amoya’s. She brought her right hand up to cradle the back of her head before leisurely leaning in to lightly kiss her lips. Their lips made a soft smacking noise. Since they were both wearing gloss, their lips sort of stuck together like syrup as Novia drew her lips away gently. The hairs on Amoya’s arms stood up.

“Might as well get acquainted properly, yeah?” Novia kisses her again, “I’ll see you tonight.”

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Erik looked down at his new yellow gold Cuban link chain lined with Diamonds. He picked it up out of the jewelry box, placing it around his neck to admire. The dim light of their walk-in closet above his head reflected off of his chest causing the Diamonds to twinkle, everything else around him dark. Erik’s fingers felt over the Diamonds. He really liked this birthday gift from his Wife, Amoya. On his third cup of D’usse, Erik took a sip before walking away from the mirror to grab a pair of trunks to go settle in the jacuzzi.

Supposedly Amoya has another surprise for him. He wasn’t really one for surprises but this was his girl so he accepted it. Trunks low on his hips and feet bare, Erik walks out of their walk-in closet, entering the master bedroom, and then out into the hallway. Serani- No Games grew louder over the whole home audio installation. Outside now, Erik decides to take a dip in the pool first. He downs the rear of his D’usse before diving into the cool water. Erik swam to the edge of the pool, whipping his wet dreads back so they wouldn’t drip in his face. Erik wondered where Amoya disappeared to because she was sitting by the pool on a lounge chair. Her glass of Hypnotiq was still resting on a small side table by the pool.

As if she heard his thoughts, Amoya walked out of the house like a model dressed in a black monokini with her pixie cut jet black hair wet and pressed against her scalp. Trailing behind her was another woman Erik immediately recognized. How could he forget such a fine bitch like her. Novia from Ace of Diamonds. Thick ass Novia. She was dressed in a short black silk slip dress with the back so low and revealing that you could see the crack of her ass and that cute cat eye tattoo above her back dimples. Patent leather black So Kate pumps on her feet. Two beautiful women. He squints his whiskey colored eyes and tilted his head at Amoya, wondering if this has anything to do with her surprise. Erik swam over to them, resting his arms on the edge of the pool while staring up at them both. He was greeted with legs to heaven.

“Hey, Baby, you remember Novia from Ace of Diamonds?”

Erik dragged his eyes over at Novia, “How could I forget with the way she had me spending my money,” Erik greeted Novia with a head nod and a sexy half smirk showing off his gold canines, “Wassup, Ma.”

“Hi, Kill,” Novia waves flirtatiously before smoothing her hands down the front of her slip dress, “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you,” Erik pointed a dripping wet finger between both women, “Now, what is this about, huh?”

“Well,” Amoya linked arms with Novia, “It’s your special day and my man deserves to have the very best time,” Amoya places her arm that was linked with Novia’s and brought it around to rest against Novia’s left hip, “So Miss Novia here agreed to have a threesome with us. For your birthday, Daddy.”

Erik’s jaw clenched as he closed his eyes. He shook his head slightly before parting his lips to swipe his tongue across his full bottom lip, “Baby...you did this for me?” He opened his eyes, “Aww, baby, baby…”

Novia looked over at Amoya and smiled. The glow of the pool reflecting off of Erik’s russet skin mixed with the intense and erotic way he looked at Amoya made Novia’s heart skip a beat and her breath quicken. She watched Erik reach out for Amoya’s legs to rub her calves with a big smile on his face. He looked so damn excited about this.

“Damn, baby, this how we doin’ it up for my birthday? Damn,” Erik gave the sexiest laugh Novia ever heard, “Shit, you knew Daddy liked Miss Novia, huh?”

“Mhm, I picked her just for you,” Amoya pulled Novia closer, “She’s so damn fine isn’t she?”

“You fucking right she is,” Erik looked Novia directly in her eyes, “Do a spin for me, I wanna see the back of that dress.”

Amoya held up one of Novia’s arms, helping her turn slowly in her pumps to give Erik a 360 of her frame in that dress.

“Mm, mm, mm.”

Novia had chills with the way he hummed.

“You came to play with us, Novia?”

Novia smoothed some of her curly hair behind her ear, “Uh-huh.”

“All weekend too,” Amoya added with excitement.

“Oh? All weekend?” Erik creased his brows with his lips poked out in a sexy pout. Novia bit the corner of her lower lip when he made that face.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Erik smoothed his hands down his face, “All weekend. Mm.” Erik shakes his head, “mm, mmm, mmm.”

He couldn’t even say much but grunt and hum. Now, Erik’s hands were reaching out to touch Novia’s legs. She gasps as his wet hands smother up and down her calves. The water from his fingers rolled down her legs and over her feet in her pumps.

“Since you came to play, why don’t you get comfortable and take this dress off.”

Novia looked from Erik, to Amoya before stepping out of her pumps. She stepped back from the pool a little to remove her slip dress. Novia wasn’t scared but the way both of them looked at her made her eyes look away. Both of her hands pulled the dress up and over her head, revealing nothing underneath. No panties. Skin smooth, hairless, and lovely to behold. Amoya and Erik wanted to lick her from her head down to her toes. Novia looked up at both of them before bringing her hands up to twirl her pierced nipples. She then dragged her hands through her curly hair, making it messy. She turned around, looking back at them both over her shoulder with her hair in her face while cupping the bottom of her amply-endowed ass lined with stretch marks. She then moved her hands away to sway her hips back and forth, her ass still moving even when she stopped.

“Mmm, fuck,” Amoya moaned with a whisper, her eyes low and the tip of her tongue dragging over her upper teeth.

“Damn, lil mama,” Erik let out a deep grunt that vibrated his chest, “C’mere.” His voice spoke huskily.

Novia walked towards the edge of the pool. Amoya went down to sit on the edge of the pool, her hands dragging through Erik’s wet dreads. She stared down at Novia’s pretty feet with her toes painted black. Looking up at her body from that angle was like admiring art. Appreciating the time God put in to create her. Amoya was so zoned out staring at Novia that she didn’t realize what Erik instructed her to do next.

“Turn around and grab your ankles. I wanna see that pussy I’m playing in for three fucking days.”

Amoya clenched her thighs at that request.

“Okay,” Novia turns, arching her back unhurried while bringing her hands down her thighs, calves, then her ankles. Her ass pointed straight in the air and her ass cheeks parted revealing her wet folds from behind. Just as beautiful in the middle. Amoya’s taste buds salivated tremendously at the sight of Novia’s juicy pussy. She had her clit pierced. A tiny Garnet stone with a sterling silver hoop that dangled from the hood of her clit. Amoya wanted to suck that jewel into her mouth. Lick Novia’s essence from it. That pool water felt hot where she stood.

“You have a very pretty pussy Novia,” Amoya compliments, “So pink and smooth.”

“I’m gonna suck on that pussy all weekend long,” Erik places his hand over his dick. It bobbed up and down in the water from how solid it was, “Starting now actually. Bring that pussy to me, ma. A nigga hungry.”

Novia stood straight, turning around to look down at Erik in that pool, “‘mm-mm,” she shook her head no, “You gotta come get it, Daddy. Come get your present.”

Novia smirked mischievously before walking away butt naked and into the house. Erik shot up out of the water, turning to lift Amoya out. Husband and wife stripped naked themselves, following Novia’s path towards the house and spotting her with the D’usse in hand drinking straight from the bottle. She was swaying her hips on their expensive coffee table to TK Kravitz- Ocean. It was as if they were back at the strip club again, Amoya and Erik in a trance as they watched her move her hips. Novia got down from the table, walking over to the couch, kneeling down on the black leather and arching her back. She moves her hips seductively, popping her pussy and running her hands over her wetness. She would spread her pussy lips to give them a nice peek at all that sweet pink. Now, she was fingering herself while moving her hips.

Erik and Amoya walked over, Erik kneeling down behind Amoya to grab her ass cheeks night and tight. Amoya arched her tall slender body over the couch, perky ass in the air. Amoya grabs Novia’s chin with force, sticking her tongue out to flick it with hers. Amoya sucked on Novia’s tongue, a trail of spit landing on the tip of Novia’s tongue. Erik pulled Novia’s fingers from her pussy, leaning down to suck on them. His lips wrapped around her slender fingers. The minute her fluids spread over his tongue, Erik bucked his hips causing his dick to bounce and tap Novia’s pussy. Her back arched more when she felt that.

Novia and Amoya were in a deep kissing session. Both of their eyes closed, lips smacking and sucking on each other’s, and whimpers escaping their mouths. Erik got down on his knees behind Novia, the muscles in his back that he worked so hard to get in the gym flexing as he spread her cheeks more to press his face into Novia’s pussy. His lips gave her open mouthed kisses on her phat pussy lips and inward. Any part of her his lips would wrap around and lightly suck. Novia broke her and Amoya’s kiss to moan softly while looking over her shoulder at Erik. Amoya reaches back to spread Novia’s cheeks for Erik. She bounced her big ass while catching a glimpse of Erik’s tongue flicking Novia’s labia back and forth. She was so puffy and aroused. Candied folds dripping with her syrupy goodness.

“Yes, Daddy, eat that phat pussy, yes, baby,” Amoya encourages Erik to go harder. Erik scrunched his brows, nose wrinkled and eyes closed as he licked her slit in long strokes. Deep pressured strokes. He had Novia’s pussy wide open while giving her everything she deserved. Novia started rocking her hips back on Erik’s tongue, moving her hips in tune with his licks.

“Fuck, Daddy, that shit looks so good,” Amoya licked her upper lip, “Let me get a taste.”

Erik ignored her. He could not stop eating the fuck out of Novia’s sugared walls. He slurped on her as if she was covered in chocolate syrup or caramel filling. Novia was a moaning mess. She could only moan and whimper. Erik was attacking her hungrily. Amoya pouted when she locked eyes with Novia. The defeated look on her face and the way her arms shook from weakness made Amoya envy Erik’s current position.

“Daddy, please share,” Amoya begged. When Erik started tongue-fucking Novia, Amoya couldn’t take it, she laid back on the couch, spreading her thighs wide, sticking two fingers in her mouth to coat it with spit before reaching down to rub her clit. Novia’s eyes dropped shut and her mouth hung wide open. She gasps over and over. Reaching her hand back to hold one of her ass cheeks open while grinding back on Erik’s tongue. Erik popped her ass sharply, prompting Novia to whimper and cry. She could feel her release coming. The closer it got the more Erik sucked on her pussy. Erik gently tugged on her clit ring with his lips before sucking it into his mouth like he was slurping oysters out a shell. Novia’s eyes rolled and her hands reached back to grab onto Erik. He gave her his arms to hold. Novia let out the most angelic moan with her face smashed into the couch. Amoya rubber her slick all over her clit, her hips jerking at that sight. Novia came all over Erik’s tongue. He mumbled something into her pussy while slapping her phat ass. Erik lifted his face from between her pussy lips, licking his lips while his dark eyes connected with Novia’s.

“Good fucking pussy on you, girl. I had you making a big ol’ mess on me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Novia spoke weakly. Novia reaches over to touch Amoya’s pussy. Amoya moves her hand away, sucking on her fingers while allowing Novia to rub and finger her pussy. Erik crawled in between Amoya’s legs, pulling them back wide. While Novia rubbed her clit, Erik tilted his head down to suck on her labia and outer lips. Amoya bites down on her bottom lip, her hips bucking. Novia watched Amoya’s face while rubbing her clit, both women caught in an intense staring match. Novia leans forward, kissing Amoya nice and slow. Novia wrapped her hand around Amoya’s neck, taking control of the kiss while her slender fingers danced over her clit. Amoya could feel herself leaking.

“You like the way I rub that juicy clit?” Novia whispered to her, “You want me to suck on that clit, baby? I’ll do whatever you want. I just want that pussy in my mouth.”

Amoya moaned in response, Novia creeping kisses down Amoya’s chest before sucking on her nipples. Amoya has B cup breasts with large chocolate nipples. Novia sucked on them like they were a delicious piece of milk chocolate. Amoya was extremely overstimulated. Novia rubbed her clit and sucked her nipples while Erik currently tongue-fucked her while rubbing her labia with his thumb. He knew that drove her crazy and made her squirt. Amoya’s hips were practically off the couch but Erik held her up. He was getting that thing. Novia spit on Amoya’s nipples before slurping them into her mouth. That tight suction made Amoya’s eyes cross. She was going to cum good and fucking hard.

“Mmmmmm!!! Umph, yes! Fuck that shit feels so good,” She spoke through clenched teeth, “Fuck! Make me cum!”

Amoya’s throat grew tight as her cries and moans were stuck there. She couldn’t make a sound as she came in Erik’s mouth. Amoya looked down at them both with disbelief before falling back on the couch.

“Damn, baby!” Erik licks his lips watching Amoya squirt. He flicked his tongue on her pussy to taste her fluids, “Cum in Daddy’s mouth. Cum all in my fucking mouth.”

“Shit, she squirts so fucking much,” Novia got down in Erik’s place, “I want some now. Can I have some Wifey? You gonna share with me?”

Erik watched Novia eat his wife’s pussy. She did it with her eyes studying Amoya’s face. Both women locked eyes. Amoya reaches down to stroke Novia’s hair from her face, holding her curls for her with one hand while the other pulled the hood of her clit back so she could receive direct stimulation to that area. Novia flicked her bean with a rhythm Amoya could vibe too because her hips were rolling. Erik worked out his arm by fisting his dick, his precum oozing down his fingers. His other hand palmed his balls. He would look down at his hard dick then back over at Novia sucking his wifes clit. The way Amoya and Novia connected made his dick painfully hard and ready to fuck. He needed to thrust his dick to the hilt in their pussy.

“Yes, get it, baby, get it, girl,” Amoya’s head eased back against the couch, “‘mmm, suck on that clit, baby, that’s right, Umph, yes, shit, damn, girl, mmm.”

“She eating you real good baby, got that puss soaking,” Erik spoke with a deep gruff tone that made Novia’s pussy jump, “You better cum in her mouth too she’s working so hard to taste that nut.”

“Mmm, Fuck! Yes! Girl, this how you eat pussy, huh?” Amoya was amazed. Her hips rolled in a circle while Novia’s lips stayed wrapped around her labia and clit, sucking it up and refusing to let go. Amoya’s thighs shook and almost squeezed Novia’s head but Erik held her legs open. His dick was pressed into Novia’s side.

“Keep going, Novia, take that cum, girl, your doing so good, ma, so fucking good. Make her pussy cum, make that pussy bust,” Erik encourages, “oooo, look at that pussy quiver, Hmph, dassit’, it’s just like tasting your favorite candy, eat it like it should be eaten you nasty bitch.”

“Damn, Daddy, this bitch is something! Ummm!” Amoya yanks Novia’s hair, moving her head to make her suck on her clit like she was sucking on the head of a phat dick. Her lips dragged up and down her clit. Amoya’s wrist shook and the moment she pulled Novia’s head back, she was squirting. Amoya shouted while Novia drank her up.

All the blood in Erik’s body must have rushed to his dick with the amount of pressure he was feeling around his balls and the tip of his dick. His dick was standing straight out and stabbing Novia in her hip. His dick was so phat and massive. A whopping ten inches rigid and unyielding. Novia climbed on top of Amoya, sharing her tongue with her so she could taste herself. Amoya strokes Novia’s back before cupping both her ass cheeks.

“Mhm, I wanna eat your wet pussy just like that too. Lemme eat you too. Mmm, sit on my face,” Amoya made Novia suck on her fingers, “Yes, mmm, let me taste you.”

“Anything for you, sweetie,” Novia whispered. Amoya put her fingers deep inside of Novia’s pussy. Novia rode her fingers, her pussy making loud squelching noises. Erik couldn’t even fist his dick because it was so sensitive. Just wrapping his hand around it would make him bust. He needed it sucked and slurped on right now and Amoya and Novia were having fun without him. He really wanted Novia to suck all over his ten inch steely pipe. Both women got down on the couch, Novia sitting her puss on Amoya’s lips. Amoya instantly licked Novia up like she was starving. Novia fingered Amoya’s pussy nice and slow, Amoya creaming on her fingers. Erik had enough of this. He needed attention too. It is his birthday after all.

“Here,” Erik stood in front of Novia over the arm of the couch, “Suck Daddy’s dick.”

Novia wraps her hand around Erik causing him to throw his head back. Novia kisses the tip of his dick repeatedly while looking into his eyes. Erik watched her with weak eyes and a pout of his lips. Novia jerked his dick while letting out soft moans because Amoya was tonguing that clit just right. Rolling that clit ring around the tip of her sharp tongue. Erik forcefully grabs her hair, smacking her lips with his dick.

“Didn’t I tell you to suck this Daddy dick? You better take getting that phat puss ate while sucking me.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Novia engulfs Erik’s dick, swallowing him whole. She twirled her tongue around the tip of his dick before bobbing her head over his length. Erik watched her pretty espresso eyes open and close while she whimpered and gurgled on his meat. Her jaws were so tight on him. She didn’t want that dick out her mouth at all. Erik grabs Novia’s hair into a ponytail while lowering her head over his length. Her lips strained to fit around him since Erik is so damn girthy. Amoya flicks Novia’s jeweled clit from side to side, Novia’s toes curling and her belly clenching. She couldn’t scream, she could only whimper with a mouth full of dick. That chocolate stick going in and out of her little mouth. She was about to cum all over Amoya’s face.

Novia popped her mouth off of Erik’s sloppy dick, “Daddy, I’m about to cum!”

“Suck my fucking dick, Novia-“

“But Daddy! Ummmmmmm, Daddy it’s coming, it’s coming-“

“You want Daddy to fuck your throat? I will make you choke in here you better give me what I need. You gon’ do what I say?”

“UMPH!!! Oh! Yes! Yes! Right there baby! I’ve been wanting this all day! Yes! Gawd! You love my pussy so muchhhhh! Ah!!!” Novia completely ignored Erik with the way Amoya was eating her pussy.

She was losing her voice. Amoya drained Novia dry. Erik glared at Novia, pulling her hair again. Novia whimpers in slight pain while Erik smashes her face into his crotch. He wanted that dick sucked now. He was tired of being left out. Amoya lifts from under Novia, getting down on her knees to join her in sucking her mans dick. Erik noticed her coming with a wet face so he pulled his dick out of Novia’s mouth to smack Amoya in the face with it. Amoya could feel the spit from his dick on her cheek. He was very very hard and very very mad.

“Daddy needs his dick sucked and you kept distracting Novia. Why don’t you suck on this sack since you like actin’ up. It’s Daddy’s special day today. Both of y’all better suck my dick and make me bust a big nut. Think I’m playing.”

Novia sucks Erik’s dick with so much passion. She stroked it with her mouth and no hands. All of him could fit in her mouth and it drove him crazy. Then Amoya’s constant sucking on his nuts had the tip of his dick dripping with pre cum in Novia’s mouth. All that slurping and gurgling Novia was doing is exactly what Erik wanted to hear.

“Such a pretty dick sucker. You like being a slut for me? You like sucking this dick when I’m married? You like swallowing all this pipe that fucks my wife? Huh?”

His words made Novia feel even more horny and wet.

“Did I answer your wish, baby girl? You wished you could suck my fat dick? Mmm, good bitch, please Daddy’s dick.”

Amoya came up while biting her lower lip with pleading eyes. She wanted some dick too. Erik pulled Novia’s mouth off his dick so that Amoya could have some. Novia sucked on Amoya’s nipples while Amoya sucked his dick. She stroked his shaft while sucking the tip of his dick, spit oozing down the sides of her mouth. Novia reaches out to stroke Erik’s wet balls while tonguing Amoya’s nipples.

“Damn, you have a big fat dick,” Novia said while watching Amoya suck Erik’s dick, “I would love to eat that up. It’s so big. Just so BIG.”

Amoya popped her mouth off, licking the side of Erik’s shaft. Novia sucked the tip of Erik’s dick, moaning with it in her mouth while her pretty espresso eyes blinked up at him innocently.

Novia popped her mouth off to lick the tip of his dick, “I could do this for hours and forget the time,” She spoke in an alluring tone.

“Mmm, is that right? You like being a mouth to fuck, huh?”

“Yes, please, Daddy. My mouth is your to fuck,” Novia stares almost cross-eyed at Erik’s dick, “Wow, thats a big, black, juicy, meaty, dick.” Her lips found the tip of his dick again. Erik’s mouth hung open and his eyes were slits. The feeling of Amoya’s tongue on his shaft while Novia sucked his phat tip made his balls jump.

“My pussy is so wet,” Amoya rubbed her clit. She could hear her wetness glide over her erect clit that was in desperate need to be sucked on. “Fuck, look at all that dick in her mouth. Look, Daddy.”

Erik could hardly look. Novia was aiming to milk him.

“She’s a very very good girl,” Amoya whispered while grabbing Erik’s balls, “mmm, she’s taking all that yummy dick, Daddy. Bust in her mouth please.”

Erik was grunting and moaning with a defeated expression on his face. Amoya’s words and the way she was working his balls threw Erik over the deep end. He was being controlled by a good dick sucking bitch with a sugary pussy and a big ol’ ass.

“Her mouth is full of Daddy’s dick. She loves sucking on your big black dick, she knows it’s my husbands dick that’s why she enjoys it so much. She’s a nasty slut, Daddy. Just use her mouth for your cum, Daddy.”

Erik held the back of Novia’s head as his cum shot off in her mouth. Amoya crawled over, sticking her tongue out with Novia’s to catch his nut. Erik rapidly jerked his dick, spurts of cum spilling on their face and tongue. His abs were so sweaty and so was his neck. Both women licked the rest of his dick to get all of his cum. Two tongues on his dick made him cum a little more. Novia and Amoya gave the tip of his dick open-mouthed kisses.

“GODDAYM.” Erik finally found his voice to speak, “nasty bitches, Hmph!”

“It’s so thick,” Novia closed her eyes while licking her upper lip with the tip of her tongue, “I’m gonna enjoy choking on this monster dick.”

“I’m gonna fuck your pussy up. Keep talking like that and watch how I give you this big dick.” Erik barked out, “Lil’ nasty bitch. You like giving that puss up I know you do.”

“Mmm, is it all for me, Daddy?”

“Thats fucking right girl-“

“I need to be smacked in the face with this amazing huge dick. Smack me around with that dick a good bit, I love it so much.”

Amoya dragged her tongue up Novia’s neck. Novia slowly closed her eyes, extending her neck for more.

“Shit, we taking this to the bed, fuck that.” Erik reached down for both women. Amoya and Novia walked in front of him, leading the way to the bedroom so they could finish what they started. Climbing the stairs was a struggle for Erik because he couldn’t help reaching out to smack both of their asses. Finally, Amoya pulled Novia’s arm as they walked into the large master bedroom with a platform bed like royalty. The room was surrounded with ceiling to floor windows that showed the valley at night time and a view of the pool and jacuzzi. Amoya couldn’t keep her hands, lips, and tongue off of Novia. She pushed Novia down on the bed, climbing on top of her to kiss her. Novia rubbed her hands over Amoya’s bubble booty before dragging her nails up her spine. Erik sat on the bed, leaning forward to suck on Novia’s right nipple. Amoya’s hand came down between Novia’s legs to rub her pierced clit in a slow circle. Novia’s hips bucked.

Erik could not stop watching them kiss. They did it so gently. Novia would suck on Amoya’s bottom lip, Amoya would drag her pink tongue across Novia’s lips, then they would equally suck each others tongues and lips while staring each other in the eyes. Erik wanted to taste Novia’s lips too. He grabs Novia’s chin, and stuck his tongue deep in her mouth. Novia wraps a hand around his neck to kiss him back just as hard. Erik’s brows creased when he felt her small hand rest over his Adam’s apple. She could hardly fit her hand around him. She kept up with him though which turned him on heavily. Novia broke the kiss to moan sharply, resulting in Erik’s lips placing an open mouthed kiss on her jaw instead.

“You like this big black dick you better take all of me in that phat pussy like a good little bitch.” Erik whispered to her. Novia’s mouth was unhinged and her curls we’re tangled and all over her face. Amoya was dragging her tongue from her entrance where all that honey spilled all the way up to her jeweled clit. She did it at a lagging pace while studying Novia’s face. Novia sat up on her elbows, moving her hips to follow the unhurried pace of Amoya’s tongue. Her clit and inner folds were so erect and rushing with blood. She was ready to explode.

“Huuuuuh” She gasps, breathing in deeply. Novia sighed, sounds barely audible, and stuck in her throat. Erik’s dick was pointed to the ceiling. He bites his bottom lip while glaring down at Amoya enjoying Novia’s pierced clit. She was being very stingy. Erik wanted to bust Novia’s pussy wide open with all of his dick.

“Ooooooooooo, uh-uh-uhhhhh,” Novia’s eyes rolled shut as she came in Amoya’s mouth for a second time that night. Even though Erik wanted a piece of Novia for himself, watching Amoya make Novia’s pussy cum with just her tongue turned Erik on. Amoya kisses Novia’s inner thighs, leading up her body. Before she could kiss Novia, Erik grabs Amoya’s neck to make her kiss him instead. He wanted to taste Novia’s pussy too. He was an addict for that sugar that Novia produced. Now he wanted it to coat his dick.

“Tryna be stingy? Daddy needs some of her pussy too, baby. You gotta share.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Amoya said with a pout of her lips.

“You’re gonna let Novia have some pussy while I fuck her pussy up with this Big Daddy Dick?”

“Uh-huh, yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” Erik let go of his wife’s neck, watching her crawl to the top of the bed to lay down. Novia turned around to arch her back, all that big ass in the air with the deepest arch. Erik didn’t even need to tell her, she knows how to point that ass straight up and bend her back. All that thick dick was going to fit inside of Novia’s tight pussy. He couldn’t wait.

“Mmmm, look at this lil’ sexy pussy,” Erik smacked his dick on Novia’s clit, “Ready for me to make them cheeks clap?”

“Yes,” Novia spoke into Amoya’s pussy. Amoya held her hair out of the way while Novia finger-fucked her pussy and licking her clit at the same time.

Erik wasted no time sinking his dick in her deep, tight hole. He held her cheeks apart so he could watch how his vast and long dick stretching her walls out. Novia popped her lips off Amoya’s clit to look back at Erik with a single thick brow elevated and her mouth hanging open. Her pussy was pulling on his dick. Erik was almost all the way in, only about an inch left. He stayed still with his eyes on her face. She could not believe that much dick was in her pussy. Amoya is a lucky woman. Dick so massive in her little pussy. Erik pulls all the way out to the tip causing Novia’s head to fall forward while her fingers still stroked Amoya’s pussy. Erik then sank back inside but faster this time, making Novia pop her ass and arch her back more. She could not stop looking back at Erik.

“Mmmm,” Erik hummed with pleasure, “make you take it right here on this bed.”

“Umph, Fuck-“ Novia hissed.

“I’m gonna beat this thang up. Just you wait.”

“Yeah? Teach me how to take this fat dick? Show me what it feels like?” Show me how this ass clap, Daddy?”

Erik stood still, “Fuck this fat dick. Make it bust. Work this dick and take care of both of us, bitch.”

Amoya wanted to cum so bad. She pulled Novia’s head down to her pussy, Novia’s lips wrapped around her clit. Erik grunted angrily, slamming his dick inside to remind Novia of her task. Novia moaned sharply, popping her lips off of Amoya’s pussy again. Amoya lets out deep, shuddering breaths. Her pussy quivered with need. Novia was sucking it so damn good. She needed Amoya to herself. Erik did too. They couldn’t share her.

“Make me bust a nut right now!” Erik’s deep voice barked out. Novia widened her legs, grabbed a handful of the sheets, and started throwing her pussy back on Erik’s dick. Her pussy made creamy noises then it started queefing, “I hear that pussy making all that damn noise. It’s okay, baby, Daddy like all that noise. Daddy like it cuz I know it’s my dick that for you doing that.”

Novia’s ass clapped off of Erik fast and hard. Her pussy was hot and moist around him. Novia moaned in little gasps while her hips thrust back in a desperate rhythm.

“Nice back it up motion with that lil’ sexy pussy,” Erik strikes Novia’s ass, “Gon’ head and fuck this Daddy dick. Love a phatty throwing it back.”

Amoya crawled towards the end of the bed, opening her legs wide while rubbing her clit. Amoya grabs Erik’s free hand, bringing his fingers to her entrance.

“Daddy, please, stuff me,” Amoya begged.

“I got you, Wifey, don’t worry,” Erik used three fingers, “Damn, thats stuffed enough for you? Your shit is so wet.”

“Mmm, yes, Big Daddy,” Amoya pulled on her nipples while watching Erik fuck her, “Damn, daddy, she throwing that juicy pussy on you. Fuck that dick bitch. Mmm, Daddy, she’s really enjoying it.”

“Nice way to give that pussy up,” Erik thumped her ass before grabbing the side of her ass with his fingers to hold her still while he delivered strokes. With his other hand stroking Amoya’s puss, Erik practically dragged Novia onto his dick with his other hand.

“Poor lil’ puss,” Erik knew he was beating her pussy up, “Such a brave lil’ bitch taking all this thick pipe in your guts, girl.”

Amoya squeezed Erik’s fingers while creaming and squirting. Erik kept going in her pussy, making her cum again. Amoya’s thighs shook as she let out a forced breath from her lungs. Erik pulled his fingers out, placing them in Amoya’s mouth for her to suck on. Novia was in heaven with the way Erik fucked her. Erik’s fingers slipped out of Amoya’s mouth to grab onto Novia’s hips. She looked back at Erik while her curls bounced around her head because of how hard and rushed he fucked her. Novia looked over at Amoya with an open mouth and her eyes fluttering shut. When they finally closed, Amoya grabs Novia’s chin, sharing the cum from her pussy with her. They flicked tongues before Novia bites her bottom lip, face creased like she was about to cry.

“Back up on Daddy’s dick, come on Novia, give Daddy that pussy,” Amoya whispered in her ear while watching her husband pound Novia.

“D-daddy has my pussy c-cumming already, fuckkkkk,” Novia’s cream filling coated Erik’s dick heavily. He pulled out, watching Amoya suck Novia’s cum off. She became dick hungry and sucked him some more after he was clean on his dick.

“Don’t forget Daddy’s nuts,” Erik made Amoya lick Novia’s cum from his sack, “Give Novia a taste, don’t be stingy. It’s always polite to share.”

Novia and Amoya tongue kissed. The sweet tang of her cum made Amoya’s pussy leak some more. Erik reaches over to flick Amoya’s clit. He lined himself up with her pussy, pulling her legs all the way back and then bam! He was right inside her smothering walls. Amoya fought for more oxygen when Erik thrust into her. Still, after three years it felt like the first time fucking him. Her emerging gasps fueled Erik to pump into her like he was doing push ups. Erik forced Amoya’s legs over his shoulders while drilling her. She looked down at his thick dick and couldn’t watch anymore. Novia rubbed her clit while staring into Erik’s eyes. She pouted when she saw his cream coated dick go to town in Amoya so forcefully. Novia’s breath rushed in and out quickly with need.

“Damn, Daddy! FUCK!” Amoya slapped her own ass, “FUCK, DADDY! Make me cum with that big ass dick!”

“Yes, make that pussy cum with that fat ass dick,” Novia motivated Erik, “oooooo, Daddy, you’re tearing her pussy up!”

“Taking every inch of me like the good little girl you are,” Erik held his dick deep, Amoya’s breath halted, “Cum on this dick. Make you cum, right? Make you cum? Make you cum, baby?” Amoya rapidly nods her head, “Then give Daddy that puss so I can make this good puss cum all over this motherfucking bed-“

“Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhh!-“

“Mhm, making all that damn noise-“

“Uhhhhhhhhhhh, Dadddyyyyyyyyyy!”

Amoya was about to squirt. Novia got down between her legs, her tongue out and touching her chin from how long it was. She was ready to sip off that pussy. Amoya’s cum came flowing and while Erik still stroked, Novia arched forward to lick up as much as she could off Erik’s dick and her pussy. Amoya gave a shivering inhale when more of her squirt splashed out. Erik pulls his dick out, face between Amoya’s legs with Novia, licking her pussy to clean it up.

“Fuck,” Amoya’s toes curled. Erik pulled Novia’s hair to make her turn to him, Erik putting his tongue in her mouth so they can share her juices. Erik’s dick hit Novia in her stomach. Novia grabs it, stroking it nice and slow. It was heavy in her hand. Amoya finally got up, kissing Novia’s neck and whispering nasty things in her ear. Novia broke the kiss with Erik to kiss Amoya. Her hand left Erik’s dick and now she was back on Amoya. Novia pushes Amoya down onto the bed. Novia got on top of her, lining her clit up with Amoya’s clit. They both began tribbing. Their wet sticky pussies easily moved against each other’s. Unsteady moans filled the room. Erik watched the way Novia’s phat ass would bounce with need when she forced her hips to move with Amoya’s. Amoya lifted her hips from the bed to grind up into Novia’s pussy. Erik crawled on the bed on his knees, jerking his dick behind Novia’s plump ass. Erik smacked his dick on her cheeks one by one, before dragging down to sink inside of her pussy from the back again.

“Umph! Umph!” Novia sucked in a sharp breath as she pushed Erik back. His dick was too deep and big in her sensitive pussy.

Erik kisses his teeth, taking his hand to crack Novia’s ass angrily for pushing away from his dick. She was cumming on Amoya’s pussy. Then seconds later, Amoya cums. Erik watched with a clenched jaw as all her cream spilled out and rolled down her clit and onto Amoya’s pussy. All that cum.

“I’m fucking tired of this,” Erik picked Novia up, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding her firmly with his tight arms encircling her waist. He put his dick right back where it belonged, his hand reaching out to cradle Novia’s neck to make her look at him. He didn’t give her time to adjust, his dick was so deep in her. Novia clawed his shoulders while Erik bounced her. She felt every vein, all his girth, and his length. Nothing was held back.

“I’m taking this puss. Make your ass remember what this dick feel like. Have you feeling this dick even when I’m not in it, bitch. You like being Daddy’s little slut for this dick?”

“Uhhhh, yes! Dig my pussy out, Daddy!”

Amoya got down on her knees to lick Erik’s balls. She could see right up into Novia’s puss while she was taking all of Erik’s dick. That puss is being rawed hard.

“Umph, get in that pussy, fuck that pussy,” Amoya spoke between licks, “Ohhhh, she’s loving that-“

“Yeah, she loves this dick,” Erik hooked his arms under her legs, bringing them up. Novia was nice and bendy since she was so flexible. Now she had nowhere to run while Erik fucked her.

“Ooooo,” Novia couldn’t keep her eyes on Erik.

“What?” Erik said with a cocky grin.

“I love having your dick in me it feels so good,” Novia whispered shallowly from her lungs.

“GIMMIE this sexy lil’ pussy. You taking all of me, girl-“

“I love taking dick, a lot of dick, Daddy.”

Amoya was mesmerized by the view of Novia’s clit stretching over Erik’s dick and that pretty jewel coated with her cum. Amoya just knew that her clit could feel the thickness of Erik’s dick tug on it over and over. She imagined fucking Novia with her dildos. She couldn’t wait for this weekend to really kick off.

“He about to bust, girl,” Erik was referring to his fat dick, “Damn, shit, Hmph, give this pussy up and make me cum bitch-FUCKKKKKKKK, BRUH!”

Erik slips Novia off his dick, a hand wrapped around the base to jerk his cum load out. Both Novia and Amoya were down on their knees, ready and waiting. Sticking their tongues out, Erik shot off his first load, the cum landing on Amoya’s lips. More and more came and soon their faces were covered in it. Erik couldn’t believe he came that much. His cum just wouldn’t stop. Their tongues flicking the tip of his dick made it worse. He watched as his dick jumped and spilled with cum while they attacked that meaty pole. He pulled both of their hair and backed away.

Novia and Amoya stood with their facials, Erik grabbing both of their necks and pulling them in for a kiss. All three of their tongues thrashed and Erik could taste his cum mixed with theirs while he kissed them. It was so erotic. His dick would not go down. Erik pulled Novia back so he could stare at her. That breathtaking bitch was responsible for making him nut so damn much. This was only the beginning. Amoya pulled Novia towards her, licking Erik’s cum from her face. They looked like they wanted to play some more. It was going to be a long night. Erik walked away to grab some water for them, leaving Novia and Amoya alone to explore some more until Big Daddy came back to get his.

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ella-se-vuelve-loca · 4 years

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Chapter 8

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Maybe this plan thing is getting a little out of hand…

I mean, I almost kissed her for crying out loud! This isn’t supposed to happen! It must’ve been in the heat of the moment ‘cause otherwise I wouldn’t have considered it. What is wrong with me? She’s just some girl I met at a party.

Yeah, a girl I’ve been getting to know a little bit more and finding out she’s not that bad. She’s someone I would consider hanging out with on my own, not because of this plan.

Ugh. None of this wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t gone up to her in the first place to make Emilia jealous. This was all for her and I still haven’t gotten anything! How long am I gonna keep doing this? Am I really gonna continue going out with her, even after what almost happened? I said I was gonna do it and I have to stay committed if I want this thing to work.

Good things come to those who wait, right?

“So I’ve been working on some new music and I honestly can’t wait for people to hear it.” Yoandri spoke as he took a bite of his taco. I had decided to meet up with him a few days later after canceling. I need to distract myself from her and think of something else… someone else.

“Hey, that’s awesome bro. I can’t wait to give it a listen.” I smiled as I took a sip from my horchata. “You’ll be the first.” He chuckled and looked outside the window. “I’m glad I got to see you today. You’ve been awfully busy lately.” He smiled as I rolled my eyes, laughing. “Oh no..”

“Oh come on! You had me wait almost a week before you could even tell me anything about this mystery girl! I’m dying to know. You don’t have to tell me much if you don’t want to, just.. a little bit is all I’m asking.” He waited a few moments before I spoke up again. I knew I shouldn’t have told him anything. “Okay uh.. well, first off, her name is (Y/N).”

“(Y/N)..” He spoke her name and thought for a second. “Not ringing any bells. I don’t know any (Y/N)’s.” He laughed.

C’mon, Joel, make this believable as possible.

I smiled and looked away from him for a second. “You wouldn’t ‘cause she’s one of a kind..” He raised an eyebrow at me. I gotta channel my inner Aladdin on how he would talk about Jasmine to the Genie. Here goes nothing…

“Dude, she’s honestly so amazing. I know we only met a little while ago and this is still pretty new, but when I’m with her… I don’t know, time seems irrelevant and all I can focus on is how beautiful she is. She’s just got something special and I feel like I can be myself. Like I can breathe around her..”

This was a little more elaborate than I thought it would be.

“And this isn’t some girl you’ve dreamed about in your sleep? Like she’s actually real?” He chuckled as I went to answer his question with a question of my own. “You callin’ my bluff?” I laughed. “Hey, I’m just asking! Doesn’t hurt to ask.”

“Well, smartypants, you wanna know if she’s real?” I asked and took out my phone. “Yes, actually haha you have a picture so I can finally put a face to this girl.” He smiled as I handed him my phone. “There you go..” On my screen showed the selfies me and (Y/N) took together the day we went to the park recently.

“Oh wow, she’s really pretty.” He scrolled through a few more pictures before handing me back my phone. “She is, isn’t she?” I glanced down at the photos for a second before looking back up at him. “And nobody else knows about her?” He asked and I shook my head. “No. No I – uh we.. wanna make this a secret, you know? Not have many people know about us..” Yeah, ‘cause if they knew what I was really doing, everyone would stop being my friend.

“Oh okay. Secret relationship, gotcha. I won’t say anything.”

“Thanks, bro.” Please keep this a secret, Yoandri. Chris knows and now you… if more people find out about this, this plan is going to get a lot more complicated. This whole thing is getting harder… how is it gonna be like when I drop her for Emilia?

I walked up to her door and sent her a quick text after ringing her doorbell.

‘Hey! I’m right outside! :)’

A few more seconds passed before I saw her open the door. “Hey.” She smiled at me. “Hey.” I greeted her back. “You ready to go?” I asked. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” She closed and locked the door behind her before we walked to my car that was parked in front of her house. I walked ahead and opened the passenger door for her. “M’lady.”

“Why thank you, kind sir.” She laughed and hopped inside after I closed the door. Here we go. I walked back over to the drivers’ seat and we strapped our seatbelts on.

The whole drive there, it amazed me how comfortable I was around her. I haven’t known her for very long, but there’s something about her that just makes me feel at peace. I don’t know what it is, but I like it. She’s becoming a really good friend..

We finally made it to the bowling alley and walked inside. “This is gonna be interesting.” I smiled as we went to go get our shoes and pick out a bowling ball. We looked up at the screen and watched our names appear on the scoreboard.

“You ready to lose, Pimentel?” She asked as she stood up, grabbing her yellow ball. “Oh-ho-ho is that a challenge?” I asked as I folded my arms against my chest. “You take it as you want. I’m just letting you know..” She aimed and turned to look at me, a smirk placed on her lips. “I am a very gifted bowler..”

She said before she extended her arm and swung the ball down, letting it fly off her fingers. All I could hear at that moment was the crash of the pins falling down. She turned to look at me, a hand on her hips as she just smiled. “Beat that.” Well well well…

“Hmph..” I chuckled as I stood up and grabbed my dark pink bowling ball. “Well, in that case, I should let you in on a little secret too..” I copied her previous movements and turned to look back at her. “I’m a very competitive person.” I said as I heard the pins fall down. We stood there staring at each other. A knowing smile on our faces as we both had the same thought.

“Game on.”

It was left and right. One round she was winning and the next I was. There was no telling who was gonna take the crown. We were so into the game, that we didn’t realize that the rest of my group had came in.

“You just can’t accept defeat, can you?” She laughed as I playfully rolled my eyes. “Oh, yeah. If you hadn’t distracted me on that last shot, I would’ve won.”

“Oh, boo-hoo. I wasn’t distracting! I was simply talking to you, was all.” She smiled.

“By making horrible jokes to the point where I’m laughing ‘cause they were that bad? Mhm maybe you just felt threatened that someone is just as good as you and you had to cheat. Where did this skill come from anyways? I keep beating your ass in Battlefield.” I laughed as she pushed me to the side. “Phone games are my weakness! I absolutely suck at them! Besides, if I was gonna cheat, I would’ve done something else.”

“Oh, yeah? Like what?” A smirk formed on her lips as she came closer to me and slightly leaned in. “That depends, you wanna lose again just to find out my other little tricks?” I gulped and cleared my throat, inching a tad bit closer. “What makes you think I’m gonna lose this time?” I asked as she chuckled, moving a strand of hair away from her face. This game is getting more and more interesting. “I guess we’ll just have to see.” She pulled away from me and grabbed her bowling ball.

“Another round?” I nodded. “Let’s get this started.” The scoreboard was cleared as we started another match between us. She positioned herself and aimed straight for the middle before I got the idea to stand directly behind her. Oh yeah, I’m playing dirty. Plus, this is all fun and games, right?

She stiffened for a second before regaining her composure as I placed my hands on her shoulders. “What do you think you’re doing?” She asked as I laughed. “Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just getting a better view for when you miss this shot.” I slowly ran my fingers down her arms and saw goosebumps form onto her skin.

“So this is how you wanna play, hmm?” I smiled as I thought about winning this game. “Hey, I’m not losing to you again.”

“Alright, well it takes two to tango..” She slightly bent down and pressed her ass into me. Not quite expecting her to do that, I backed away and that’s when she took the shot – almost knocking down all of the pins. “Well I refuse to let you faze me.”

I laughed as she went to knock down the rest of the pins and turned to look at me. “Your turn.” Like I said, this game got more and more interesting as we kept going. “You’re such a dick!” She laughed as I tickled her stomach, making her lose balance and her bowling ball go straight into the gutter. “Now who’s the one cheating?” She turned to look up at me, my hands stayed on her waist as I glanced down at her.

“Hey princesa, I told you I’m not losing again.” We laughed until it died down as I continued to stare into her eyes. I don’t think I ever realized how pretty her eyes actually are. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul… hers just looked.. soft.

Why can’t I move away from her? Why am I not even trying? My eyes dropped down to her lips for a split second before I leaned my forehead against hers, testing to see if she would pull away..

She didn’t.

I held her close to me as my face slowly leaned down to hers. “(Y/N)… is this.. I mean – ”

“Woah, am I interrupting something?” We pulled away from each other and looked behind us to see a guy holding a pizza box in his hands. “I just came here to drop off your food..”

“Oh! Uh thanks man..” He nodded awkwardly and placed the box on the table next to us and walked back to go and give the next table their food. I turned to look at her and cleared my throat. “We should..” I mentioned over to the food and she nodded. “Yeah, definitely.” We sat down next to each other as I opened the box.

“… You’re a cheater, you know that?” She joked as she grabbed a slice and took a bite. “What? No!” I laughed. “I’m just playing the game.” I smiled as I took a slice and placed it onto my plate. “Oh please! Hahaha face it, I’m better at this game than you are.”

I chuckled and nodded. “Okay okay… even though I hate to admit that I’m wrong and I hate losing games… I have to admit defeat. You won this round.” She smiled and did a small victory dance in her seat as she took another bite of her pizza. “Suck it.” She laughed. I took out my phone and snapped a photo of her. “No! I’m eating! I’m gonna look like a fatass!” We laughed as we continued eating our junk food.

I looked at her with a smile on my face as I thought about how I finally met my match.

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pynkhues · 5 years

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I’m new to the Brio fandom and just wanted to pop in and say how much I love your fics and all of your tumblr content!! It’s so fun to read especially in the off season. Can’t wait for more of your circumference/domestic Brio fic!

Welcome, anon! And thank you so much! You’re so sweet

And haha, I’ve had so many asks about the domestic Brio fic, so have the opening scene of Part 2 as a welcome-to-the-fandom present.

It’s a little long, so I’ve popped it under a cut. Hopefully the full thing will be up in the next day or so (it’s mega long, haha)

Lifting her ass off the chair in Rio’s office, Beth wriggles her cell phone one-handed out of the back pocket of her jeans. She’s still chewing on her lunch as she plants herself back down and opens up the Pinterest app, scrolling with her thumb until she lands on the jungle-printed wallpaper she’d saved the night before, holding it out across the desk towards Rio.

“So, this is what I’m thinking for Danny’s room,” she says, and when he doesn’t take her phone immediately, she waves it a little at him, coaxing.

She’s not sure if this has surprised him over the last few days – not sure if she’s able to truly surprise him anymore at all (honestly though, he seems to think she’s capable of anything these days, which he uses to praise her or provoke her, depending on his mood) – but since they’d told the kids the other night, Beth has slipped down a rabbit hole of decorating. Between packing and organising and researching the schools in their new district, to say nothing of work, she’s made a habit of collecting catalogues and ducking into outlet stores and scrolling through the sale sections of the Target and Cloud 9 websites, fitting their new home together in her head.

And maybe it hasn’t surprised him, but the urgency with which Beth has felt the need for it has certainly surprised her.

Because it wasn’t really in the telling of the kids exactly, not in the way Kenny had reacted, or the way Rio had called her his - - and god, she can still barely say it without turning eight shades of red. It was in the next day. It was in taking the kids to show them the house. Because they’d been - -

They’d been shy.

Gone was the confidence of the dinner table, the chatter and the seeming complete indifference to where they lived and who they lived with. They’d walked up their new front steps to the big empty house, and Danny had latched himself onto her leg as Jane had torn up the hallway. Emma moving so slowly she’d often seemed to barely be moving at all, her eyes wide and her lips parted, taking in every curve of ceiling and every vacant room with a tentativeness that Beth had never seen in her before.

It had been enough to make Beth search out Rio, but he’d been chatting too easily to Kenny, Marcus giggling over his shoulder as he’d given them their own personal tour of the place.

And just - - it’s the first time they’ve done this, she’d reminded herself, trying to coax Danny off her leg by walking him to the new family room and showing him where they’d keep his boardgames. The first time their idea of home has been forced to change, because even staying with Dean still just feels like visiting grandma, and Beth doesn’t know how she could’ve overlooked this, couldn’t have better prepared them for it, the guilt growing like a weed in her gut.

But she could fix it, she’d thought then, still thinks now. She could make it feel like home. Make it feel more like home than even their old one. She could do that for them.

“I’m thinking like, a dinosaur theme,” she says now, when Rio finally drops his wrap, wiping his hands on a napkin before grabbing her phone from her grip. “We can use this wallpaper as a feature, and then paint the rest of the walls green. I found these lamps at that outlet off Green Street the other day too where they have these cut-outs of like a - - what do you call them? The dinosaurs with like the - -” Beth gestures to the back of her head. “Like the bone there? It kind of looks like they’re wearing sad party hats? Para-something? Cut-outs of those guys anyway, and the lamp is on a little motor so it looks like the dinosaurs are moving around when you turn it on.”

She’s still building the room in her head – the duvet cover she’d found online, the rug from Ikea that Ruby had torn out of a catalogue for her, when she looks up to see Rio, his eyes still on her phone, his forehead furrowed and his lips parted as he shakes his head back at it. She squints a little at the expression, sitting up a little straighter.

“What?”

“Themes are for birthday parties, they ain’t for bedrooms,” he says, sliding her phone back across the desk towards her, and Beth blinks, half-scoffing, half-laughing.

“Themes are for - -” she flails a little, trying to think of a time themes don’t make things better, and finds she can’t think of one, so she settles on: “Everything.”

He arches an eyebrow at her at that, picking the wrap up off his plate again, adjusting the paper down and taking an enormous bite before he even graces her with a response. She’d picked them up for lunch from the deli he pretends he isn’t obsessed with on her way over from the dealership, some tiny hole in the wall that, to be fair, makes really good wraps (and sandwiches, but he still turns up his nose at those).

“Yeah? You wanna be stripin’ wallpaper for every new phase?” he says after he’s finished chewing. “What happens when he likes space instead o’ dinosaurs? When Emma likes horses more than ballet?”

“She already likes horses more than ballet,” she tells him, rolling her eyes, but neglects to mention the unicorn cushions she’s already bought for Emma’s room. “Besides, I seem to recall an awful lot of robots in Marcus’ room.”

“Yeah, figurines and shit,” Rio insists. “Which can go to his cousins or Goodwill when he’s done with ‘em. You think your sister’s kid’s gonna want a box o’ his lil’ cousin’s stripped wallpaper? You think any thrift store will? You’re spendin’ too much money on shit with an expiration date.”

Beth rolls her eyes, pulling the artichoke hearts out of her wrap (she really does hate them) and Rio holds his hand out expectantly, waiting for Beth to drop them in his hand. She does, and Rio makes a far-too-pleased sound as he pushes them down into his own wrap, down around the arugula, Spanish onion and the chorizo, his fingers coming out of it wet with aioli, and her face bursts into flames when he sucks them into his mouth, too focused on his lunch to notice her. Willing the red out of her face, and the sinking heat in her back up, Beth clears her throat, distracting herself by asking:

“What do you want to do with their rooms then?”

And he just shrugs.

“Keep it simple.”

It’s enough to make her snort, dropping her own wrap to gesture around his office with both hands.

“Oh, like this?”

And okay, so that’s not exactly fair. It’s not like his apartment isn’t incredibly nice, and he’d told her when he moved into this office that it was only for a couple of months (she’d discovered that his tendency to pick up and leave had extended to his offices, something that probably shouldn’t have surprised her as much as it had), and that he was here so little that there wasn’t much point in setting it up beyond his basic needs – a (very nice) desk, a couple of chairs, a powerboard, a low-slung bookshelf housing thick binders and a few archival boxes. The only real décor touch is the peace lily beside his desk which Beth had laughed at the irony of the first time she’d seen it.

Rio just replies with a look, finishing off his lunch in two more bites. His silence makes her shift a little in her seat, bite the inside of her cheek, her ears pricking instead at the sound of the warehouse outside – the steady flow of people, the clothes dryers whirring, the slicing of the counterfeit cash. Vaguely, she can hear footsteps, but thinks little of it.

“Hey, so, speaking of the kids,” she starts, and Rio eyes her warily, picking up the note of uncertainty in her tone, and god, she’s not sure why she is. She’s been thinking about this since they took the kids to the house after all. “I think maybe - - “

She’s interrupted by a knock on the door, spinning in her seat to look as Rio scrunches up the paper from his lunch and tosses it into the trash can by the bookshelf. The lack of response from either of them is enough for the door to open, and Demon to stand in the doorway. A look of slight surprise passes his face at seeing Beth there, and that’s enough to make Beth eye him more carefully. It’s not like Demon doesn’t know about them, hasn’t even made it pretty clear that he likes her as much as she’s surprised to have found that she likes him, that he approves, which can only mean that that look is because he’s bringing news he knows Beth won’t like.

His gaze finds Rio’s over Beth’s head, and she follows it back to see Rio tilt his chin up, telling him to go ahead.

“Cal’s booked,” Demon tells him after a split-second hesitation, and Rio nods, seemingly pleased, and dismisses Demon with a flick of his wrist, leaving Rio and Beth alone again.

The door has barely clicked shut when Beth turns her full attention back on Rio, squinting a little at him as he grabs his phone out of his jacket pocket and works his thumbs across the screen, typing out a text or an email. When he doesn’t choose to fill her in (shocking), Beth bites her tongue and asks:

“Who’s Cal?”

“Contractor,” Rio says, not even looking up at her, and Beth huffs out an annoyed breath.

“What’s he been contracted for?”

“Security,” he tells her, and that’s enough to make Beth frown, remembering the bruises on his knuckles when he’d come over to hers those few weeks ago, when they’d talked about money, before they’d found their house – that guarded, guarding look he’d had in his eye, the way he’d held himself. Something in her chest tightens.

“Is everything okay?” she asks, careful to keep the worry out of her voice, but she thinks he must hear it anyway with the way he looks up at her, his face deliberately relaxed in a way she knows he intends to put her at ease. He nods.

“It ain’t nothin’ you gotta worry about, yeah? Just precautionary.”

Beth bites the inside of her cheek, not quite happy with the answer, before she leans back in her seat, folding her arms across her chest, the last of her lunch forgotten.

“The kids,” she starts again, hoping the distraction might be enough to loosen her up, and Rio grins, amused at her transition. “I think we should spend some time with each other’s. Alone.”

It’s been on her mind even more than decorating the house has been – the seed planted by Kenny’s own uncertainty and then sprouted the next day at the house. Her own kids’ tentativeness had been hard, but she’d found herself tentative too at Marcus’ seeming confidence and independence – used to being uprooted with his father, she supposes, and the feeling that that unlocks in her feels best ignored for now – but how quickly he’d let her own kids overwhelm him. Beth had promptly realised that she didn’t know enough about Marcus to know if he’d needed rescuing from Jane’s boundless energy or encouragement to meet it – something that hadn’t been helped when Rio had spent the better part of half an hour on a tersely voiced phone call in the yard.

“What do you have in mind?” Rio asks, dropping his phone to the desk and leaning back in his seat, crossing his arms and mirroring her pose.

“I have to be out of my house on Saturday,” Beth says, and god, it’s Wednesday now, and there’s still so much to - - no, not the time. “And Dean’s picking the kids up for the two weeks on Friday afternoon, before they come back to m - - us at the new place. I was thinking maybe tomorrow you could take them to the movies. So they can get a bit more familiar with you before they’re living with you. They really want to see that new movie about the dogs.”

It had been the thing that had made the most sense to her. The thought of inflicting the four of them on Rio alone without strict parameters and at least three of them docile feeling a little too cruel for somebody with only one, perfectly behaved kid.

“The movies?” Rio replies, wrinkling his nose slightly, and Beth blinks, forehead furrowing in confusion.

“What’s that face for?”

“Don’t they spend enough time in front of screens?”

And both her eyebrows shoot up at that, something defensive growing in her belly, because that almost sounds like a parenting criticism, and she lets her eyes drift across Rio’s face, checking for a joke in his face, and when she finds none, casts her eyes down to his phone, lighting up on his desk, and then his laptop. He smirks a little at that, shrugging as if to say touche.

“Would you prefer something else?” she replies after a minute, her tone dry, and Rio rocks his head back and forwards, tilting his head down to look questioningly at the last of her lunch, and she pushes her plate towards him.

“I’ll think o’ somethin’,” he says, picking up wrap and taking a bite. “Pick ‘em up around 3?”

And whatever she’d been expecting him to say, it wasn’t that. She blinks, her irritation dissipating as she finds herself nodding.

“That sounds good.”

“Cool.”

“And Marcus?”

“He ain’t goin’ to his mom’s until Sunday night,” Rio says, and right, Beth thinks, sitting up a little straighter. They hadn’t talked about this – about the fact that Beth is staying at his in the week-long interim between handing her keys over to the new owners, and picking up their new ones. And of course Marcus could’ve been there too, it just - - hadn’t occurred to her.

“I got some business Sunday mornin’ anyway,” he says, and Beth grins at the implication, something satisfying about a plan being locked in settling warm in her belly.

“Sunday morning,” she echoes, and Rio meets her grin.

#beth x rio #nbc good girls #my fic #the center and circumference #welcome to my ama

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princessmelina · 7 years

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Wow after posting this and glancing at the length of it I realize... I should really go sleep now, and who knows what I’ll think when I reread this tomorrow

It’s been... at least 2 months, maybe almost 3, since I had that bout of eating so much I made myself feel awful and then not eating the next meal because I was still so dang full at least twice a week for a few weeks. After I came back from visiting my parents in Oregon and started up with a personal trainer (mainly to increase my strength but also to see if I could get any use from tips on how to eat more like a normal person), between that and karate I seemed to be doing alright, managing my eating well enough, mostly back to just overeating (not to the point of feeling blergh though) on the weekends when hanging out with friends.

But of course I just had to feel overwhelmed enough this week I broke and overate yesterday and today during lunch, so much I felt ugh the rest of the day and couldn’t (or wouldn’t?) eat dinner. But added fun this time, I’ve slept most of the past 2 days away (I sleep more than a person probably should anyway but wow this has been a lot of naptime even for me). And the universe might just be trying to tell me something since in the past few days, two completely separate people I follow reblogged the exact same post that talks about depression meals not just being eating not enough but eating too much too.

Which, okay, probably should have guessed before but I don’t know what triggered it those few months ago and I thought it was just my usual food struggles where I love the taste of everything too much and always want to eat and dealing with all that is tiring enough. But this week I get it. Tried to cheer myself up with my accomplishment on Thursday where my personal trainer got me farther than I expected on my handstand progress but that still didn’t quite work.

Buying a house is awful and stressful and I’m so grateful for everything my family is doing to help me (my mom especially, and also my dad and uncle) but I also wish they could just be here to do it for me because I am not adult enough for this! I don’t know what I’m doing! I keep trying to tell that to my mom and uncle because they don’t want to like, barge in on my business or whatever and I’m like please! Take over even! But at the same time I’m also hesitant to ask them for help even though I shouldn’t be because I don’t want to bother them and I feel like I should be handling things more myself. But almost every step of the process so far, every time I send my mom and update of what I’ve done she’s like, oh no, you should have talked with us before you did that. Not because I’m messing up super hugely but I’m still kinda messing up minor things that could add up to be bad for me and she just wants to make sure I get the best deal out of this situation.

This is why I hate being nicknamed the “golden child”, no matter how much anyone might be joking when they say it. I barely ever know what I’m doing, I just seem like I do. I’m just good at not outwardly panicking. But I feel like my whole life - and I keep trying to explain this to my parents but I think they still might not quite get it - almost every decision I make, especially major ones, is made because I’m too afraid of the other options. Get good grades in school? Gotta make sure it happens because what if I don’t get into a good enough college otherwise. Go straight to university after high school instead of taking a year off or going to community college or something? Gotta make sure I do that because I don’t want to lose that in-state scholarship from those tests or whatever and going in-state is easier because then I don’t have to work too hard to find housing or transportation or whatever, I just live with my parents. Parents and sister are moving to Oregon halfway through my college years? I’m gonna stay here in AZ because I know everyone here already and I won’t have to try to make new friends and I can even stay with my grandma who needs a roommate. Move in with my friend after I graduate? Might as well and she’s even doing most of the work, her and her mom, finding us an awesome apartment to live in - and I want to hang out with friends more and feel bad inviting them over to my grandma’s where even if we bother her she’d be too nice to say anything. Take a job at the bakery my friend works at? I need the money and no one else is hiring and they love my friend and now me as well thanks to her. And so on and so forth up to buying this house.

I hate living alone but I don’t think I’m strong enough to live with anyone else still (my sister lived with me for a year after she came back to AZ from Oregon because she missed friends/family here and probably other reasons too, and now it’s been a little over a year since she moved a few blocks away to go live in a house with 6 other friends, and I’m still a little devastated that we couldn’t make it work because if I can’t live in a house with my own sister who I lived with all our lives except for the few years she lived in Oregon, who can I live with where we won’t somehow both get on each other’s nerves?), so I really want a dog (have for a long time anyway but now I’m longing even more for that companionship and thinking of our family dog a lot and how great he was). But this house setup isn’t that great for a dog, especially a big one like I want, and the backyard still has debris and stuff from my uncle’s projects... so logically, let’s buy a house!! (Because I can’t rent because almost nowhere will allow you to keep a big dog, and definitely not a pitbull/pit mix like I’d probably get because that’s what our family dog was and that’s what mostly fills the shelter.)

And also there was that whole thing with the drunk/high guy getting in a couple years ago (okay I shouldn’t have opened the door at like 5am when I wasn’t sure of who it was but normally I know better and plus my cousins and sister were sleeping over at the time... it’s a long story you can ask if you wanna know) and then a few weeks before I visited Oregon this year my door getting kicked in (no one got in but this time I was alone and man! does your body get tense when you hear that bang so early in the morning and it’s just you, your phone, and your knife as you wonder if you’re gonna have to battle someone while in your pajammies - again. also another story too long for this but ask if you feel like it). I don’t even live in a bad neighborhood, it’s like half families and half college kids who don’t even throw loud parties or anything. How do I attract these things???

Anyway everyone I tell that I’m buying a house is so excited and/or proud of me. Megan, you’re 25 and buying a house what a great accomplishment, especially at your age! So responsible! So good with her money! And I smile and nod and in the moment maybe even get a little excited myself because yeah, how cool is that, me having my own whole house that is all mine? And I can have my dog now!! But then I think about how I’ll have to deal with anything that goes wrong rather than asking my landlord uncle, and it’s just so dang much money what happens if I lose this job or something? And how the heck do I think I can take care of a dog when I’m barely managing to take care of myself from moment to moment????

So there’s all that in my head pretty much constantly for a couple months, intensifying after my offer got accepted on this house at the beginning of October. Then last week I have a party and invite a bunch of friends, even a couple that I don’t see as often as some of the others and are like, sort of different circles but not exactly? I dunno. But it was a little strange, not necessarily in a bad way, because almost everyone was split into couples except for me and one of my closest friends (and her sister but I think her sister isn’t quite as... longing for a romantic relationship as we are, or if she is we don’t talk about it the same haha). And that friend and I both felt it I think, wishing more than usual to have a romantic partner of our own (although out of the four “couples” it was really only my sister and her boyfriend together, and my other friend that has a boyfriend it’s long-distance but they text a lot (it’s so cute, he better be good to her or I will travel to his country and punch him if need be) but anyway) so that didn’t help my thoughts this week, even though that stuff’s always in the back of my mind anyway it was pestering me more.

But even worse than that, I’ve been wondering if I kinda messed up my sister’s boyfriend’s visit for her, he lives in California and was visiting for the weekend. And I know she wanted to spend more alone time with him but I convinced them them to come to the Voltron party anyway (it was basically an all-day thing) though I didn’t expect them to stay the whole time, and it’s not like I forced them to stay at my house, but still... I feel like I was being kinda selfish ‘cause I really wanted them to hang out with us. But I also stopped them from going to the guest room to watch anime when they first arrived (because they didn’t want to rewatch season 1 yet again and would rejoin us for s2) and I told them we’d skip it but then I still played the last few eps of s1 because another friend hadn’t seem them... ugh I just feel bad and like I often force my likes and preferences for the way I want things to go on other people like that and sure, like I said I’m not physically forcing any of my friends to participate but pretty much all of them are also nicer than me and might not say anything if they are actually getting bored with the shows I have us marathon? I don’t know. And in this case I’m worried about bringing it up with my sister because if I did kinda ruin her time with her boyfriend visiting (he’s also the friend of the rest of us but still, I understand her want for alone time even more then since she normally has to share him with all of us in other things like when we all go to cons together) I’m not sure I wanna know especially since I can’t change it now. But if I didn’t what if bringing it up influences her to think about it that way and I retroactively mess it up???

I don’t normally doubt my actions so much, what’s in the past is done and I just try to learn from it and get better every time, but for some reason I’ve just been questioning things a lot this week and it’s worn me out more than ever. And my brain (ever since I was pretty young actually) always goes back to “well if only you had a special someone, and you were just theirs and they were just yours, they’d be able to support you through things like this and you could talk with them like you talk with your other closest friends and maybe even things wouldn’t get so bad in your brain because you’d have accomplished the one dream you’ve had the longest and wished for the most - being in love with someone who loves you”. But those thoughts sometimes hurt the worst because of all my dreams that’s the one I can’t force - I can’t accomplish it just by working harder, improving myself, or whatever. I just have to keep looking and meeting people and talking with people and I can’t even just do that since I need to have at least a good-friend-level connection with someone before actually feeling comfortable enough to have real romantic feelings for them and/or go out on a date with them (otherwise as happened once, they ask me out and I agree and then proceed to feel sick with anxiety for like 3 days - because why would they ask me out they know so little about me why would they like me enough to want to go on a date I’m going to completely disappoint them if they think I’m this cool social person when I’m just like that at cons and the rest of the year I just like to stay at home and watch things and read and sleep and write and maybe plan outings, but not go out into the world with little notice - before finally telling them I can’t do it, sorry, it’s me not you I swear). Yet at the same time anyone who is even a little bit nice to me, smiles at me, compliments me on anything, my brain goes straight to “omg what would it be like if this cool person liked you, wouldn’t it be amazing, you two would probably be so great together and go on awesome adventures and hey look at all these great scenarios even though you literally talked with them for less than a minute or maybe have never met them in person at all”.

I’m tired, friends. And I want to be there for my sister who was probably feeling more lonely this week after only a few short days with her boyfriend who I think she really loves. And I want to hang out with my cousins who are both so busy with work. And I want to do stuff with my other friends that they’re so excited to do but I’m just stuck in this... blah. I worked so hard my whole life to be that person that people could count on, the one to cheer everyone up, the one that you can always count on to be calm and happy, but I think it kinda backfired because now people expect things like me being responsible and knowing what I’m doing. And only my parents know most of the problems I have, I don’t want to burden my sister since she rarely talks about her issues and she’s had friends who (probably unintentionally, but still) take advantage of that and go on all the time about their own problems without asking her how she’s doing (at least I try to ask her, but she doesn’t often let it all out). Similarly with most of my friends, we don’t talk as much as we used to about our really big problems, maybe only going to some large stresses sometimes. And it’s really only my one friend who I can talk with about the wanting that significant other thing since she’s the only one I know for sure has wished for it as much as I have (even though we’re both totally awesome single people and know we don’t need anyone, we still would like it...) and also I know she’ll vent to me the same amount I vent to her so I don’t have to worry there. And of course... whoever reads my lengthy rambles here on tumblr knows so, there you go. 8P

Anyway I’m sure everyone who’s alive already knows life’s hard, so I guess there’s not much more to say other than I’m gonna keep chugging along, doing my best, hoping and dreaming even when it hurts (and yes, I’ll also continue to be this dramatic in writing and probably even more so in real life). I hope everyone reading this is having a better week than I have been and if not, I hope you also feel free to rant to me! Because it’s nice to feel like I’m there for someone and possibly helping even if it’s not much more than just listening... and for me getting all these thoughts out of my head and solidified somewhere else helps, even if just while I’m writing it out. 8) I hope you all get whatever comfort you might need too. <3

#rambling

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