#cause she is a filthy sneak

[horrorartsworld]

the gamble

valentino/f!reader

warnings: 18+ nsfw content, clit play, fingering, thigh riding, daddy kink, degradation, a bit of agoraphilia, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness

Sitting on Valentino’s lap you watched carefully as he played an intense game of cards.

Never understanding why Val brought you to these things when he had plentiful of desperate whores waiting for him at the studio, groveling for any bit of his attention, but yet here you are for gambling night.

One of his hands sneaked down underneath the table to squeeze at your thigh as his face became super concentrated and then he started squeezing it repeatedly like a stress ball as he thought carefully of his next move, making you let out little squeaks every now and then if he squeezed too hard.

His opponent sitting across from him was a typical loan shark (a literal shark demon too) and a few of his goons he brought a long who never stopped eyeing you the whole night on.

Making you shift in Val’s lap in hopes to somehow get out of their line of sight which was damn near impossible since you were front and center.

Valentino growls softly pinching your thigh causing you to yelp unexpectedly in front of all the men making you blush sheepishly. “Stop fucking moving..” He grumbles in your ear as he finally finishes up his move.

The loan shark looks over his cards as it was his turn next.

Holding your breath as you feel Valentino’s hand that was on your thigh now moving your skirt up to feel over your panties that were starting to get soaked by the second.

“You damn filthy whore…wanting daddy to play with you under the table durning his game huh~”

Shaking your head thoughtlessly as you weren’t wanting to do this here, especially not in front of these men knowing they’d probably enjoy ever bit of it, though Val had other plans…

Moving your panties aside he let one of his digits make contact with your entrance as he gathered up some of your slick messaging it into your clit in slow tantalizing circles.

You gasp softly then quickly biting your lip in attempts to quiet yourself. Valentino smacks your pussy at this sending a loud thwack to be heard throughout the room as the other men look at the two of you suspiciously.

“Just putting a slut into her place boys…you know how it is~” Val says all too charmingly as the men snicker as if saying they knew exactly what he was going on about.

It came to be his turn once more as he leans over to whisper, “Make another sound again and daddy’s gonna punish the fuck out of you when we leave…you understand me?”.

Nodding gingerly, Val throws a card down without thinking to let his turn go by faster as his only thought was how much he was enjoying this without showing it.

“Use your words princess~” He tries to butter you up with the pet name and whisper more softer but you could still hear the danger underlining his voice. Then you feel him going back to your clit massaging it with more pressure this time.

“i-i mphm understand…d-daddy~”

Breath shaky as you tried with everything in your power not to moan or make any noise of that matter.

As if Val was fucking with you now he then glided two digits up and down your slick folds and then slowly guided them both into your tight little hole.

Eyes widening suddenly as you grab a hold of his wrist out of shock as he starts to move his fingers.

“So…Val?” The loan shark speaks up making Valentino snap out of it for a moment looking over at the blubbery bloke but never once stopping his movements.

“What’s up my friend?” Instant gratification lacing his voice once he picked up speed under the table making your back arch into him and your legs thrash.

The loan shark raises a brow but still acts oblivious to the situation, “So where do you get pretty little things like this?” his nasty yellow eyes now hungrily on you.

As you roll your head back onto Valentino’s shoulder you couldn’t help but notice his mouth twitch at this man’s question. “Oh her? She works for me~” Nonchalantly he says this and attempts at changing the subject as he goes his turn once more.

A goon then curses under his breath as Val makes a good play.

“Works huh? Well how much do I pay?” He snickers elbowing a few of his goons as he waits for Valentino’s response.

“How about we talk about this later, yeah?”

Trying to keep his composure and not loose his shit as he seemed to be more possessive over you then usual. The loan shark backs off with his hands raised in defeat though a smirk still played on his lips.

Valentino focuses his attention back on you seeing you getting close as he felt your walls clenching around his digits.

“You gonna cum baby?~” purring in your ear as your thighs were shaking.

“Y-yes yes daddy, i’m gonna cum~” You whine softly, voice all worn out along with your body with the amount of restraint that you thought you still had. (you didn’t have any lol).

As if for some ungodly reason the world was crashing down he pulled his digits out of you, sucking your juices off letting the taste linger in his mouth and then putting his full attention back on the game.

You looked up at him pitifully knowing that he just denied your release making tears prickle at your eyes. He was always so heartless like this, but before you could go into a deep turmoil about it his thigh starts bouncing with you on it.

“Get yourself off for me.” He sounded serious as he was going to do everything in his power to win this game now that dickhead had pissed him off.

Cheeks burning as you know if you didn’t do he’d take whatever anger he had of this night and take it out on you and do god knows what. So you start rolling your hips against his bouncing knee causing the right amount of friction to get you close to your much needed high once more.

At this point your dignity didn’t matter anymore as you started whimpering. Feeling that familiar knot forming in your tummy as Val started to bounce his leg a bit more profusely with your thighs squeezing his much bigger one causing you to cum all over it and he finally throws down his cards showing a winning hand making all the goons groan with disappointment.

“Not bad…” The loan shark says somewhat impressed.

“That’s my naughty girl~” Val coos as he surprisingly kisses the top of your head, probably just because he was happy he finally won the game.

Grabbing all of his winnings from the middle of the table and shoving them in a duffel bag before throwing both you and it over his shoulder.

“Alrighty boys shows over…was fun playing with you guys but i gotta take this kitten home~”

Smacking your ass that was facing the men over his shoulder causing a small squeak from you and leaving without hearing anymore of what the loan shark had to say for Val.

Taking home both his money and a gambling addiction too. Oh and you of course to clean his now soaked pant leg.

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[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Regret

Pairing: DarkTom Riddle x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Lying is a flaw that Tom doesn’t appreciate.

WARNINGS: Toxic relationship.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

Dedicating this to @insectgf cause she's Tom's no.1 fan 😋

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You nervously wring your hands as you peer around, eyes searching for movement near the dimly lit dungeon entrance.

The way to the Slytherin Common Room.

You've been waiting for just over half an hour, anxiety building up and infesting your thoughts while you hold vigil in hopes of finding Tom.

You should have never behaved like that. An act of pure stupidity and recklessness, that’s what it was.

Going to Hogsmeade in the company of a few girls of your dorm.

It was a rare occasion, something you never did before, and you had only relented after much begging and convincing from the girls. A dumb decision – one that led to a dreadful aftermath.

You should’ve known better. All of your joyful chatter and laughter at The Three Broomsticks immediately ceasing once you spotted the distinct lean figure of Tom seated in a distant table, surrounded by his friends, his brown-eyes fixed on you.

No surprise or shock in his gaze, only cold anger irradiating from his handsome features.

Something almost comprehensible given how you had explicitly told him you’d be spending all afternoon in your dorm, offering the poor excuse of a headache.  

And now here you are. Scared, shaking like a leaf, waiting for the chance to apologize and beg for forgiveness.  

You're so pathetic.

The time drags by, and you lose track, feeling as if you’ve been waiting for an eternity. But your efforts pay off when the door opens, revealing Tom.

Your heart leaps at the sight and fear clouds your mind when he offers you nothing but a quick murderous scowl that immediately turns into one of composed indifference before walking away past you, barely acknowledging your presence.

You gulp, hurrying after him as he walks with long strides through the empty corridors.

“Tom?”

“Tom…please.”

The boy ignores your numerous calls, but you keep your hasty pace even when it has you short breathed as Tom quickly charges through the stairways and halls.

“Tom, just listen to me.”

“And why should I listen to anything you spew out of that filthy mouth of yours?" his snarl scares you as he suddenly turns. "It appears that lies and deception is all I can expect from you.”

You wince, barely opening your lips before Tom walks away, choosing to stare blankly at a wall.

The confusion in your mind dissipates as a large door materializes on the door and only then you realize that you’ve reached the 7th floor.

The Room of Requirement.

You hesitate for a moment but proceed to follow Tom as he opens the door with a loud bang. Your existence remains ignored and you take a few small steps inside the room, unsure of how to bring Tom’s attention.

“Tom?”

For a moment, the possibility of Tom disregarding you again was present, and you fearfully awaited as the seconds went by without a proper reaction from Tom.

He inhaled sharply, fingers tightening before he relaxed.

But when he finally turned to face you, you almost wished he hadn’t.

The venom that darkened his face had your heart faltering, his eyes narrowing into thin slits that held nothing but anger and frustration. He almost looked like a snake.

You felt yourself turning smaller at the sight, suddenly unsure of how to speak.

“I-“

“Trust is a rather curious thing.” he says with his voice oddly serene, “An invisible yet very powerful bond, one that defines the nature of one’s relationship. That’s how I perceive it.”

“So, tell me. How many times?”

You look at him, confused.

“Tom-“

“How many times did you break my trust?” he repeats himself, brows contorting with annoyance, “How many times did you sneak behind my back to meet up with those filthy mudbloods?”

“I- Only this time.” you tearfully admit, lowering your gaze to the floor as Tom angrily hisses something in that strange snake language of his. “I swear, Tom. I-I’m so sorry.”

“Just this once? And why should I believe your unreliable words? You seem to be very determined in breaking my trust, so tell me why should I consider any of what you say to be true?”

Your lips shake when you bring yourself to look at Tom, tears burning in your eyes.

“But, …” a minuscule sob cuts you off, much to Tom’s irritation, “it is true. It was only this once, Tom, I swear on my life! I never lied to you before, I promise.”

“I’m so sorry, Tom, I really am!”

The intent with which he examines your pitiful face sets you on edge, heart plummeting against your ribs as you don’t dare to say a word.

“Prove it.”

“Prove wha-“

“Prove me that you won’t repeat this act of disloyalty. Assure me how sorry you are.” the way his eyes glint with a new cruel motivation has a shudder running down your body, aware that nothing good will come out of his proposition.

“Perform the Cruciatus Curse. On yourself.” his lips curl at your bewilderment, clearly enjoying taunting you.

This time, the tears overflow and slide down on your face pitifully and you look at Tom, silently begging him with your eyes.

But there’s no empathy in his face. Only a vile purpose.

“Go on, do it.” he takes a step forward, his tone borderline threatening despite how lightly he speaks. “You can either punish yourself or I’ll do it for you.”

“Because I assure you that in the end, you will suffer.”

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[bellewintersroe]

Daniel Ricciardo x Horner Daughter! Reader - Smut

Barely any plot, just straight up filthy porn. You’re Christian Horner’s daughter in her early twenties (no inappropriate age gap, let’s say 12 years max, Daniel is 34 but I’ll leave that down to whatever you’re comfortable with. You and Danny sneak off during the British 2023 GP. Anybody want a part 2 to this?

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” The Australian moaned into her thick hair, inhaling the fresh scent of her apple shampoo. “Fuck..” he groaned out, knowing how badly he shouldn’t be in this position, not with her, not when he worked so closely with her dad, not when there was a race going on just outside of this room. “We really shouldn’t do this.” He moaned again, feeling the tickle of her nimble fingers unbuckling his belt. “Nobody’s gonna know.” She whispered, slowing down her actions as she tilted her head back up to face him. He was so handsome, tanned, muscular arms popping out of his black Red Bull shirt. She analysed his expression, a soft smile lingering as he watched back to her, waiting for her next move, his Adam’s apple bobbed, indicating the tension he felt. Even without his stressed gulp, she could feel the rock hard bulge that grew in his pants embarrassingly fast when she tugged him into the changing room. “Are you sure?” His larger hands smoothed over her shoulders, the touch of her skin intoxicating as he battled with the idea of carrying on with this.

The two had always flirted, Daniel always got nervous when she was about, staring at her for a little longer than everybody else did, adjusting his pants when she’d purposefully bend over in front of him. But now, this was different, this is what years of tension had reduced him to. “I’m positive, Daniel.” She muttered, pulling the belt from the loop now as he leaned back on the wall, swallowing again as he watched her swift movements.

“Fuck-“ he cursed again, the Australian twang causing her to hum as she smiled up to him seductively. “You can’t tell me you haven’t wanted this for months.” As the words fell off her tongue, Daniel felt her fingers inch closer to his twitching dick, needing more of her than he cared to admit. “I see the way you look at me.” She was confident, it was so good, Daniel was just about to reply when her hand slipped into his Calvin Kleins, resulting in an open mouthed moan to fall out of his lips. It was music to her ears. “Fuck, y/n, I shouldn’t. I can’t.” He was so painfully turned on, it hurt, but his hand caught her smaller wrist, halting her from wrapping her fingers around his erect cock. She gulped harshly, looking back to him as he straightened his back now, dropping his forehead.

“You can’t?” Her voice was light and airy, fingers still brushing over the hardness in his pants. “Fuck.” The taller man repeated again, hips involuntarily thrusting at the sensation. “D-do that again.” He then muttered, feeling her fingers stroke up and down his sensitive cock. His hand still caught her wrist, tightly, but as she smoothed over him he found himself pushing her further into his pants, a guttural moan escaping his mouth. He looked like a work of art, she thought, his eyes were heavy lidded, sometimes closed as his lips were hung slightly agape at the pleasant sensation.

“Really shouldn’t, but it feels so good.” He admitted with a soft laugh at how easily he’d given in. Daniel didn’t think he had the self control to stop. He wanted it, just as badly as she did. His whole abdomen was on fire, feeling her small hand wrap around him, tugging gently, pausing a moment to spit on her hand before returning to her movements, jerking him off at a mediocre pace.

Daniel hummed, hand moving up to the back of her neck, stroking the skin he’d always dreamt off. “Kiss me.” He panted. “Fuck, fuck, kiss me.” Their lip clashed together, meeting in an open mouth, hungry kiss that reeked of desperation. Her hands sped her movement, as Daniel moaned into the kiss, the blaring music from the inside of the paddock giving them some leeway with the noises they wanted to make.

Daniel pushed his hand against the wall, watching her wank him off in his pants. His eyes fixated on the bouncing of her tits, her pretty little sundress slipping down off one shoulder… he eased the other one down her arm, exposing her perky breasts as she let out a soft sigh at the cold air reaching her sensitive nipples.

“Touch me Daniel.” She whimpered, feeling her whole body utterly aching for some kind of attention. Daniel didn’t hesitate, licking his fingers and stroking over one of her pierced nipples. “Do you like them?” She moaned. “Fuckin’ love them, shit… keep stroking me like that.” He nodded, bending down to catch her right nipple between his lips. He grew quickly to realise her nipples were really fucking sensitive as he played with them, her whole body on fire as he began bucking his hips into hers.

“I know you’ve wanted this, Daniel.” She whispered, gasping as she removed her hand from his pants in order to slip the dress down to her hips. Her clothed pussy hurt she needed him that bad. The lack of contact drive Daniel crazy.

“Wanted my tits in your mouth, my hand down your pants.” She whined as he groaned against her breasts, licking a stripe up to her lips were they engaged in another messy kiss.

“Those pretty dress’s you wear.” He groaned, growing hornier by the second as he tugged her by the back of her hips into his front. Their crotch’s met and she let out a satisfied whimper at the contact, snatching him closer and tugging up his shirt. “Wanted to get under them so fucking bad.” He admitted as she hummed kissing his lips a little slower before retracting and holding his face to meet his eye.

“Did you think about me?” Her hand began smoothing up her skirt, disappearing under the cloth as Daniel’s eyes frantically glanced back and fourth from her face and where she began touching herself, slowly but very surely. Daniel wanted to see, he felt perverted when his own hand went to his cock, pulling himself out to begin fisting at his pulsating member.

“All the time.” Daniel then exhaled, glancing down at the movements between the two of them as they masturbated back to one another. “What did you think about?” She giggled, a little shyly which drove him crazy. He let out a breathy moan, head lolling forewords as she watched the intense curl and hardening of his bicep every time he wanked himself back and fourth.

“Fuck, I just wanna get you to myself, put my cock between those pretty tits of yours. And that mouth.” He couldn’t believe he was admitting all of this, it was so dirty, borderline sinful, but in that moment, he didn’t care. His mind flashed back to all the times he’d cum over his stomach and hands thinking about her, spending endless evenings confused as to why he harboured such strong feelings for a girl so off limits.

“Yeah?” She moaned, fingers rolling a little faster over her clit. “You want your cock in my mouth?” She pushed the rest of her dress on the floor, left in only a tiny pair of white underwear as she fell down with her discarded clothing.

Daniel was in shock, his voice hitched when her lips wrapped around his cock, leaking precum onto her warm tongue. “I’ve wanted this for so long. I bet it feels so good knowing you’ve got me on my knees, Daniel.” He moaned shamelessly, the suction of her cheeks hollowing around his penis making him feel dangerously good. “You’d get in so much trouble for this.” She giggled as he watched her in amaze, her tongue rolling over the sensitivity of his balls. “I don’t care… I don’t care.” The polite, sunshine like side of him had been replaced with one even he barely recognised. He felt too good to give two shits and if anybody barged in, even if it was Jesus, he couldn’t stop what they’d started. “Mmmmh.” She hummed against his cock, hands cupping and squeezing his balls lightly as an open mouthed smile covered his face as he leant against the wall. Daniel was stupidly close, if he didn’t pull her back up, he would’ve came directly down her throat with warning. Whilst the thought seemed good, Daniel didn’t want it to end that way. “I’m gonna fuck you now.” He told her, almost like a warning as he left her with a bruising kiss, spinning her around. Daniel licked his fingers, letting out a throaty moan when they collided with her wet warmth, rubbing over her entrance. If he wasn’t so desperate to fuck her then he’d take his time to divulge in this pussy. He could’ve played with her for hours.

She giggled again, a playful moan leaving her mouth as he spun her around, kneeling her up on the bench that she rested all fours on. “Be a good girl…” Daniel muttered sending a wave of butterflies for her. “Be a good girl and take it.” He smoothed a hand over her back before gently pushing into her. The stretch of her tight cunt was delicious, her back arching as a heavenly moan escaped her lips.

“That okay?” He shakily breathed out. “Yeah… please, fuck me, Daniel.” She begged, feeling him slowly thrust in and out of her, both of them adjusting to the tightness and just how deep he reached. “Fuck, you’re big.” She whimpered, pushing her hips back into his, shaking her bum a little to adjust to the sensation. Daniel wanted to fuck her senseless, he was just waiting for her to give the green light.

“Fuck you’re so big.” She gasped as his cock reached deep within her, with barely any warm up it was a lot to take. “That’s it, that’s it baby, push back on my cock.” Daniel spoke louder now, another moan escaping her lips as he pushed back into her, enjoying the delicious noises she made as he restrained himself.

“Daniel.” She choked out as he opened his eyes, running a hand over her upper back. He was gentle now, struggling to take in all her beauty without admitting the feelings he had lingering inside of him. “You okay?”

“It’s so good.” She groaned as Daniels eyes darkened in lust. “I want more.” She whined. “Please, I want more. I want it harder.”

“I’ll give you it, baby.” Daniel hushed, stroking her hair back slightly before he fucked back into her, her moans egging him on more and more. He was giving her deep, shallow thrusts, pulling her front up to press against his chest. Daniel was huffing and puffing, moaning into her ear as her dirty rambled tightened a knot in his stomach.

“Oh god, Daniel!” She squeaked, finger nails digging into his tanned arm as he groaned out, almost giving into the desire to cum. Just a few more seconds, and he’d be there… “Cum.” Daniel grunted out, feeling her fingers trail down to her clit where she was frantically rubbing. “Cum. Cum all over this cock, y/n.” The noises he was making was so lewd, mixed with the wet slapping of skin, she could feel herself reaching the edge as she frantically bounced back, her desire reaching a boiler point.

“I’m gonna cum! Fuck harder, Daniel! Fuck me harder!” Daniel let out another groan, fucking into her at a bruising pace, his balls pressing up against her ass as she wildly cried out, his hand slapping over her mouth as he pressed his lips to her ear. “Cum all over me.” He borderline whined, hearing her moans become more and more high pitched, the angelic noises she cried out sending him to heaven and back as she gripped onto him for dear life. He watched over her contorted face, beautiful, and her body, hips snapping into hers causing her tits to bounce which he grabbed, nipping at her nipple as her whole body tensed. “Cum-cumming, Daniel!” She choked, before several loud moans fell out of her mouth, her orgasm being overwhelmingly strong as every inch of her body jittered and shook, the most intense wave of pleasure causing her to fall limp as her pussy pulsates mercilessly around his weeping cock.

Daniel couldn’t handle the harsh pace, his breathing was loud and shaky and the tightening of her pussy during her orgasm tipped him over the edge. “Fuck! Shit!” He cursed, letting out a growl as his cock exploded his semen all over her ass and shot up her back. He hadn’t cum in over a week, and now he was experiencing the most intense orgasm as his head dropped on her shoulder, kissing there lightly.

The only thing that brought him back around was her gentle whimpers as she ground back against his sensitive cock head. She easily slipped in with how wet she was, milking both of their orgasms as Daniel hugged her close. “Daniel.” She sighed as he nudged his nose against the skin between her neck and shoulder. When he regained the ability to, he cursed at his semen spread across her back, using some tissue paper from the dispenser to tidy her up. There was no post-nut clarity. He didn’t feel ashamed, or dirty, he thought she looked beautiful, and his satisfactions were met, as was hers. The only thing that deterred him was the guilt of having to work with her father in minutes time, Daniel wasn’t so sure of giving into his fantasies was so… clever or respectful.

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[sapphicvqmpires]

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ wouldn’t change a thing

Pairing - sub!shuri x dom black fem!reader

Word Count - 6.8k

Contains - smut (18+), sub!shuri, dom!reader, fingering, masturbation, voyeurism, overstimulation, edging, strap-on, choking/breathplay, brat!shuri, jealous!shuri, kinda possessive!shuri, brat tamer!reader, shuri rolls tf outta her eyes in this one cuz she got a little attitude

Divider From - @firefly-graphics

Sneak Peak - “Do me a favor and go sit on the edge of the desk for me, yeah?” And she complied, for it was in instances like these that her royal title, her professional achievements, and her intellectual brains held no significance. In these moments, it didn’t matter who she was to the country of Wakanda, that they looked up to her, relied on her, and even bowed to her, it all faded away; she consistently yielded to your dominance.

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Writers Note: Special shoutout to @inmyheadimobsessed and thank you for being real patient, I know you wanted this bad! I really enjoyed writing this one, it’s just pure smut for all you filthy people (just like me!), but anyways, hope you all enjoy this read!

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ Another day unfolded at the lab; another day filled with complex equations that your mind effortlessly processed. It was a typical lab scene in Wakanda, where the brightest minds convened to work on various projects. Amidst the hectic environment, your girlfriend, who happened to be the most brilliant of them all, shot disapproving looks at you from across the lab. You were busy assisting someone else, another girl, helping her with difficult equations only you and Shuri had the brains to solve in a minimal amount of time. Despite the girl's subtle attempts at flirting, you provided her with the help she needed, choosing to overlook her flirtatious mannerisms. But Shuri, she was angry; seething in jealousy as she watched the way you fessed up to the needy girl beside you.

For another fleeting moment, your eyes met Shuri's, but she averted her gaze quickly, causing your stomach to churn with unease. You were well aware that as soon as the door to your bedroom closed, you'd have to brace yourself for her inevitable whines and complaints that would leave her lips and slip through her body language.

As the sun began to set and the lab gradually emptied, you made your way back to your room. Finding your bedroom unoccupied wasn't surprising, given that Shuri typically lingered in the lab until late hours. And so you proceeded with your night, changing into a more relaxed attire and prepared a snack while anticipating Shuri's eventual exit from the lab to join you, readying yourself for her likely complaints. The minutes ticked by, until finally, your girlfriend entered through the doorway.

“Hey,” you muttered, but she completely ignored you, making her way to the bathroom for her daily shower. You were utterly astonished, taken aback by the extent to which she was willing to make her point and you were growing frustrated and impatient.

After what felt like an eternity, Shuri eventually came out. Her curls retained its dampness from her shower, and your gaze traced the tattoo situated behind her left ear, which extended down to her hand. The sight of your girlfriend made your stomach flutter. She was always ridiculously sexy and the thought of having your way with her at this very moment was enticing, yet Shuri had alternative plans. She takes her place beside you on the bed, continuing her performance of silence as she proceeds to ignore you and your most obvious frustrated presence.

“You gonna tell me what’s going on with the attitude?,” you spat with a harsh tone, breaking the silence that hovered between you two.

“What attitude?,” Shuri replies, eyes still nowhere on yours. You let out a hefty sigh, one that was accompanied by an aggressive eye roll.

“You know, you’re really starting to piss me off,” you mention.

“Ditto.”

By this point, your patience with her and her demeanor had worn thin. You seize her jaw, possibly with an aggression that you hadn’t initially intended, forcing her gaze to meet yours as you were teetering on the edge of reaching a breaking point.

It’s not that you weren’t aware of why she was upset, you knew why. But you didn’t believe your actions deserved this type of behavior from Shuri.

“Shuri, baby, talk to me or don’t start.” You let go of her jaw, an act of permission to get her to speak. Shuri rolls her eyes in response, a sly smirk subtly peeking through her lips as you move your hands to firmly grab her throat.

“Baby…” A word of warning as you pressed down a bit further. Shuri bit her bottom lip, her face softening as she willingly brought her gaze to yours for the first time tonight. You let go of her throat, getting lost in the way it bobbed once she swallowed.

“You know why I’m upset, nkoszana, so I’m not even sure why you’re making me say it.”

“Because I was simply doing my job, and you’re getting upset Shuri, like what is it you want me to do?”

“I don’t care. I don’t like her. She clearly has a thing for you and you’re just kissing up to her obvious flirtations.”

“Shuri, I’m not doing anything but my job. She asks for help, and I give it to her in a polite manner. Whatever other motives she has is none of my business and I don’t give a fuck, I really don’t. But I have to do what I’m required to do, right? You’re the boss, so you tell me.” Your tone was clipped and straight to the point.

“Whatever. I don’t care.”

“No, you clearly do care, so tell me what I should do, princess.”

“Do what you want.”

Once more, you let out a forceful eye-roll, your frustration evident as you massage your temples in an attempt to ease your upcoming headache. Dealing with your girlfriend's constant complaints was nothing new; you were aware of her challenging nature even before you entered into the relationship but your determination to set things straight was one of the numerous reasons that made you her perfect counterpart. You had every intention of properly dealing with her attitude, but tonight, you decided to grant her a head start….but just for tonight.

You turned over in the bed, shifting your body to fully face her as you grasped her face once more, this time with ease as you spoke your gentle words.

“Look, my love, I’m sorry. Ok? I’m so sorry,” you cooed as you began caressing her chiseled features.

“Forgive me?,” you asked with doe eyes as Shuri shifted her body to meet yours. You quickly pecked a kiss on her lips, forcing a smile to creep through her.

“There’s my girl,” you muttered lovingly, as she softened her attitude with yours. Shuri grabbed your body and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into her chest as she placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t like seeing people trying to take what’s mine,” she whispered into you.

“I’m always going to be yours, Shuri, and you know that.”

“I know…but does she know that?”

“Forget about her, baby. Just let me fall asleep in your arms tonight, yeah?” You move your face from her chest to meet her sleepy eyes, raising your head to gently kiss her button nose. Shuri's face brightens with a smile, and she playfully wrinkles her nose, breaking into a gentle laughter as you embrace each other once again. The two of you drift off into slumber, finding a peaceful interlude before the inevitable storm.

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The following morning unfolds with ease, your time in the lab offering a less hectic state as your previous days have, but this was short-lived as you spot the familiar figure of the girl approaching you once again for assistance. A deep sigh escapes your lips, not directed at her, but rather because you knew what would happen as a result of it.

Beyond her annoying flirtations, you do understand why she came to you for help. You were one of Shuri’s best lab assistants and it was no secret that Shuri was not keen on the other girl, therefore she came to you.

Shuri's piercing gaze was far from discrete, juggling her attention between attending her tasks while also casting a vigilant look your way, a stare brimming with unmistakable jealousy. She observed every action, ensuring you stayed well within the boundaries she had set, and you were more than aware. The intensity of her glares grew distracting, making it difficult to attend to your duties and so you had to cut it short.

“Hey, I’m sorry but I got to take care of something real quick. I’ll be right back.”

As you approach Shuri, her gaze drops, redirecting her focus to her task while she inhales deeply. Your face clearly displays frustration as you bend your knees to align with her seated form.

“You’re being a brat,” you whispered, keeping an eye out for any nosey lab assistants.

“I don’t give a shit,” she spat back instantly.

“Shuri…” Your tone was a warning, but Shuri persisted in keeping up her facade, rolling her eyes with a subtle smirk and that act alone pushed you to your breaking point. You seized her wrist, leading her into her vacant office space. You lock the door and push her into the office chair. Leaning forward, you positioned yourself to meet her eyes, intentionally highlighting your lifted cleavage and Shuri’s gaze was anything but subtle.

“You, my love, are really starting to piss me off and get on my nerves,” you said, lightly grasping her jaw.

“I do not care. She’s obviously into you and I don’t like it.”

“So what you gonna do Shuri? Fire her and put that poor girl out of a job cuz you don’t like her??”

“Sounds enticing…”

“Shuri!”

“What?? I don’t see why she only goes to you anyway. I’m the smartest in the lab, she could come to me for help if she really needs it.”

“Now you know damn well why she won’t go to you, giving her the nastiest looks and all.”

Another eye roll manages to escape her, crossing her arms as she sits manspread in the chair in front of you. You've reached your limit with her bratty behavior, allowing her to hold the upper hand for long enough. Now, it's your moment to employ what you do best. You squat down, meeting her seated eye level, grasping her face between your thumb and middle finger as you exert a pressure that makes her flinch in response.

“You are reealllyy starting to piss me off, baby.” Your voice turned into a low, husky murmur, a sound that caused Shuri's pussy to pulse beneath your firm grip, a fact you were well aware of. You had an eye for detecting when she began to soak her boxers, the subtle gentleness in her eyes and the accelerated rhythm of her breath never escaped your notice.

“Do me a favor and go sit on the edge of the desk for me, yeah?”

And she complied, for it was in instances like these that her royal title, her professional achievements, and her intellectual brains held no significance. In these moments, it didn’t matter who she was to the country of Wakanda, that they looked up to her, relied on her, and even bowed to her, it all faded away; she consistently yielded to your dominance.

“You know baby, I’m starting to think this little attitude is simply because you want something from me,” you cooed seductively, playing with the waistband of her baggy shorts and she gulped beneath your touch. She would consistently attempt to maintain the illusion of holding the upper hand when dealing with you, a charade that only Wakanda believed. However, once the doors were closed, she would abandon her strength, discard the influence of the heart-shaped herb, and surrender complete control of her body to you.

You ease your hold on her face, letting your hand slide along her throat until you arrive at its base, where you apply a subtle pressure, eliciting a soft gasp from her, a sound that sends a pulsating sensation through your own pussy. As your grip tightens, she draws her final breath, savoring the dominance you exert as you deny her the ability to inhale.

“Nod if you’re ok.” And she does, frantically clutching your wrist as she intensely longs for more. You briefly release your hold on her throat to remove her baggy shirt and sports bra, and she helps you with equal excitement, both of you impatient to indulge in each other. You unbutton her baggy shorts and eagerly slip your hands beneath them, encountering the outcome of your actions through the mess between her legs. Her reaction is visceral; her mouth opens in astonishment as you circle her clit through the fabric, and she wastes no time pressing into you, seeking more friction.

“You’re so needy, you know that? A fucking brat, for real.”

“I…”

“You what? Wanna be punished baby? Is that what this is all about? Just wanna be fucked good, huh?”

“Mhmm,” she moaned with a nod, biting on her bottom lip but it wasn't enough for you. What you craved was the sound of the voice, the quivering words that attempted to escape her; observing how she struggled to string together coherent sentences while you toyed with the heat between her legs. Your other hand sought her throat once more, a location it favored when it wasn’t occupied in her snug cunt. You applied just enough pressure to milk a strangled gasp and she knew exactly what it was you needed from her.

“Y-yes,” she responded, but you still weren’t pleased and so you pressed firmer into her windpipe.

“Sentences, Shuri. You know I don’t do that weak shit.”

“Yes, y/n. I-I w-want you to p-punish…me. P-put me in my place,” she struggled to say amidst her airflow being restricted and your hand down her pants, but she smiled her way through it, her smile fading into a breathless moan as you slip your hand into her boxers and come head on with her saturated pussy. Her slick was audible and sticky, clinging to your fingers as you pranced through her plush folds, purposefully toying with her clit to drive her insane.

“Y-y/n…please…please?”

“Ssshhh, my pretty girl, I’m getting there.”

“Unh.”

You grabbed her chin and forced her gaze on yours. Her eyes were so desperate, so sleepy and she shut them completely when you finally sunk them into her without warning.

“Oh, shit…y/n, baby.”

Your fingers were well equipped with Shuri’s pussy, familiar with the walls that paved the way to the spot that always led your beautiful girl to her sweet bliss. It didn’t take long before your pace quickened, your fingers soaking in everything Shuri’s wet pussy had to give you. Her walls hugged your fingers, weeping around them as you plunged into her g-spot.

“Bast…ewe...ewe! Nceda ungayeki…” (Bast…yes….yes! Please don’t stop…). Per usual, Shuri’s body became needy, her hips bucking forward to meet your thrusts, her breasts bouncing frantically and the sight of her body being so overwhelmed by you made you wet.

“Look at you Shuri…so fucking needy, yeah?”

“Mhmm. Yeah.”

“Such a brat, you’re frustrating as hell. I can feel you squeezing my fingers real good already…you gonna cum soon?”

“Yes, y/n! Y-yes…I-I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered, her pussy walls clamping down further and further with each thrust you gave her.

“You think you deserve it?”

“Ye-yeah.”

“Oh? You sure?”

“Mhmm, yes y/n…I deserve it, just…fuck.”

You released your fingers from her cunt, tapping her lips as a signal for her to open wide and taste herself and she obliged.

“Mmmm,” she moaned at her own flavor as you swooshed your fingers through her mouth, hitting the back of her throat to make her gag just once and you chuckled at the tears that began to brim on the outer corners of her tired eyes. And instantly your hands are back into her aching cunt, milking her as her whole body trembles beneath your touch.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time…do you deserve it?”

“Ye-”

You cut her off mid-answer with your palm slapping her drenched pussy lips, a whimper falling off Shuri’s tongue at the gesture.

“Answer me, princess. Properly this time.”

“N-no…I don’t deserve it.”

“What don’t you deserve?”

“To cum. I do-don’t deserve to c-cum.” A pout formed on her face and you responded with your own pout, mocking her with a fake frown.

“Poor baby,” you taunted.

“Y/n…pleeassee. I’ll be good. I’ll d-do better, just…unh…please let me cum for you.”

And you so badly want to give into her, fulfill her bodies desires and make her soak your whole hand but you were in control, carrying the power over her approaching orgasm and so you ripped your fingers from her tight pussy as she was on the brink of releasing, a full pout forming on her face as the knot in her stomach remained there.

“Wha--why? Nkosazna, please.”

You gave her no answer, but wrapped your lips around your fingers, savoring the intimate taste of your girlfriend as your gaze connected with hers.

“Do you know why I didn’t let your pretty pussy cum, baby?”

But Shuri says nothing, angrily rolling her eyes as she tries to regain an ounce of dominance; also secretly hoping you may continue “punishing her.” She attempts to push her way around you but you would not allow it. You pushed her chest, forcing her to sit back onto the desk. You clutched her jaw, almost painfully this time, a reminder of her place.

“I’m not gonna ask again.”

“Because I was being needy.”

“Mhmm…and?”

“And jealous.”

“What else?”

“And a brat.”

“Yes you were, my perfect girl.” You let go, gently caressing her face before you pull her lips into yours. She moans into the kiss, her flavor still lingering on your lips and you both feel like you could stay there forever.

“I love you,” she breathed into you, not wanting to let you go.

“I love you more,” you replied, finally breaking the kiss.

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The rest of the day goes by fairly well. Shuri works diligently at her desk, putting on her best behavior but you notice her slip up every now and then, subtly rolling her eyes at you because what is your beautiful girlfriend if not a spoiled brat?

As the evening draws near, you make your way to your room. As before, you're met with an empty bedroom until the sound of running water reaches your ears from behind the closed bathroom door. You get comfortable, waiting for her to emerge. And just like that, she appears once again, exuding an even greater sex appeal than before, dressed in a pair of gray sweats and a wifebeater. The waistband of her boxers peaks above her sweats, and a dainty set of gold chains adorns her neck, as if she needed the accessories to be any more attractive. She looks stunning, and you find yourself wanting to give her everything she didn’t deserve, a desire to untangle her until she’s your good girl again.

Shuri didn’t notice your presence until your voice broke the silence, casually startling her in your tracks.

“Bast, baby, you’re killing me,” you said, and you most definitely meant it. “Come sit here,” you gestured to her to come on your lap. For the gazillionth time, Shuri playfully rolled her eyes, smirking as she made her way to straddle you.

“You and this damn attitude…what I gotta do to take it out of you, hm?” You pull her in for a kiss, both of you needy with your grip and movements as she softly moans into your lips, causing you to smile against her.

“What is it you want, Shuri?,” you asked, your voice was low, your gaze even lower, admiring the way her nipples pierced through the fabric of her shirt.

“I want you to finish what you started,” she replied, her plea soaked in impatience.

“Hmmm? Attitude too damn loud, I can’t hear you over it.”

She sighs heavily before proceeding to speak. “You know what I want and if you won’t give it to me then I swear to Bast, y/n, I’ll just touch mys--”

But you cut her off as you swiftly raise a finger to hush her parted lips. Her immediate compliance sets a promising tone for the evening ahead, aligning perfectly with the intentions you had planned for her. You taunt her, daring her to finish her sentence, yet she refrains, her face contorting into profound yearning for your touch alone. Drawing her closer, your lips meet hers once again and she whimpers into your mouth and that sound in itself almost forces you to give in to her, to succumb to everything she wants without a fight on her end. Almost.

“You know that thing you said you’d do? Yeah, I’m gonna need you to do it.”

“W-what?”

“Imma need you to play with yourself. Make yourself cum at the pace I allow, my girl,” you softly command, caressing her cheek as you watch the way her face falls into your touch.

“I wanted you to do it,” she pouts, but you raise your eyebrow in question, challenging to see what’d she do but it shuts her right up instead. Good girl.

“Ok but…I need you to do something for me while I’m touching myself…please?”

“Hm? And what would that be?”

“I want you to choke me. You know how I like it, sthandwa.”

"Absolutely, I do," you respond, drawing her in for a final kiss before you begin to remove her clothing and undergarments soon after, leaving her in nothing but her dainty gold chains that have been driving you crazy. You orient yourselves just as you would if it were your own fingers about to sink into her cunt, your legs spread apart as she nestled between them, her back fitting snugly against your chest. Shuri mimics you, spreading her own legs as you set your gaze on her juicy, undeniably tempting pussy that catches the light in the mirror positioned before you. It was one of your favorite things about her; the deep, plump lips fixated between her thighs was nothing short of art to you.

You grasped her hand gently, guiding two of her fingers into the basin of your mouth, generously coating them in your own saliva. You hummed softly around her tattooed digits just before she trailed them down to her most sensitive area.

“Play with your clit, baby. Don’t go inside just yet,” you guided and she obeyed, nodding her head as her mouth opened the instant her fingers found her clump of sensitive nerves. Your girlfriend was easily influenced when it came to her pussy, making it a brief process for her whimpers to grow into mellow cries. With each push she placed onto her clit, her legs trembled, patiently awaiting your orders.

“Keep it going…don’t stop until I tell you.”

“Choke me,” she said, her plea coming out more demanding than begging. “Choke me, please.” There was the beg.

You take hold of her face, redirecting it towards you, granting her a final kiss before your hand glides down to her neck. A gasp escaped her lips in response to the sensation but her fingers did not halt, her juices becoming louder as she swished her clit.

“You look so beautiful like this Shuri…fuck.”

You applied a gentle pressure to her neck, your palm following the curves of her trachea and you sensed her throat shifting with every forceful swallow she took.

“Harder,” she softly begged, and you do, pressing further into her.

“Harder, y/n, harder. Choke me.”

“Damn, baby, you’re so nasty,” you teased, obeying her desperate plea. Gently, she begins to choke; her moans, soft gasps, and wet pussy become the sole sounds that reach your ears, forming a sinful melody. You lift your gaze to the reflection ahead, entranced with the sight, although Shuri's expression doesn't quite match the moment. She removes herself from your hold, turning her body around to face you before she begins to remove your leather belt.

“Shuri, what…what are you doing?”

“Shut up,” she says quickly, taking you by surprise.

“Hey…hey, this isn’t about me Shuri. This is about you, I don’t need-”

“Ssshhhh,” she says, cutting you off by colliding her lips into yours as she proceeds to remove your belt. Once it’s off, you understand her intentions as she wraps the leather around her neck like you would your waist, slinking it down until it’s firmly hugging her throat. “Choke. Me.”

While her request startles you initially, you eventually give in, pulling at the leather as Shuri proceeds to play with her clit. A second tug follows, leading to the sound and sight you've been longing for. The hoarse gasps that come from the depths of her throat, mingling with her escalating moans, a blended sound that made your pussy throb.

“Oh-ok…y-yes y/n. I-I’m gonna…I’m s-so c-close,” she struggled to say with the material that compressed her windpipe.

“Do what I love, princess. Choke for me,” you demanded and she knew exactly what you meant. Shuri stuck her tongue out with a playful grin, her eyes connected with yours in the mirror's reflection. The jolt in her clit gradually intensified as her walls became tighter and tighter. It was one of the sexiest things to you, watching her tongue stick as she left you in charge of her oxygen intake; drool pouring off the tip of her tongue as she choked and circled her clit in unison, making your drenched pussy clench around nothing but air, your clit aching for a sense of relief but they would have to wait.

“Nod if you’re ok, baby,” you say, pressing harsh kisses into the side of her neck. Shuri nods.

“F-fuck…y/n…I-mhmm.”

“Just tell me to stop if you need me to, ok?” She nods again. You pull a bit tighter, earning another choked response from her.

“O-okay.”

“You’re doing so well for me, just keep doing that. Keep rubbing yourself just like that.”

“Unh.”

She was so beautiful like this, whining beneath her own touch as she left her breathing to your reign and even though she had full power to stop the assault on her clit whenever she pleases, she knew not to without your direction and it made you desire her that much more. Shuri’s clit grew enlarged, her pussy lips puffed out as her drool oozed down the valley between her breasts. Your pussy ached for her, wanting to give her everything she did and didn’t deserve.

“Y/n…I…I-”

“Cum, baby. Give it to yourself.” And she did, letting go at that very moment while her staggered, breathless moans echoed through the room. You slapped her hand, creating space for your own fingers to rub her through the aftermath, tugging the belt hard into her windpipe, momentarily cutting off all her airflow and the act intensified her climax; it was the most elated feeling for Shuri.

“Y/n…unh,” she struggled to say. Her clit jolted under your touch, her cream pooling out of her thumping cunt as she collapsed into you. You removed the belt, allowing Shuri to consume oxygen once more and she coughed in delight, absolutely pleased with her orgasm but you were nowhere near done with her. She got what she begged for and now it was your turn.

You dipped your fingers into her, pumping a few times and she jerked from your touch, still throbbing from her orgasm, though her pussy seemed excited with the way she immediately clenched around you at the contact.

“Bast…y/n…p-please…shit.”

You played with her pussy for a few moments longer, gliding your fingers through her dewy folds and she flinched every time you teased her clit. Her chest grew heavy, making it harder for her to breathe as you tantalized her through her slow, descending climax. You place your fingers on her neck, beginning to caress the tender skin and she winces.

“Are you ok?,” you ask, with genuine concern. Shuri nods along with a small laughter.

You lay her down on her back, beginning to kiss her throat with love as you caress her sore skin with your gentle lips. A soft hiss escapes her as your lips make contact, the tenderness a contrast to the pressure she endured earlier, the pressure she begged for. You bring your lips to hers, kissing her as your hands trail down her body, stopping at her clit and she moans instantly into your mouth. You smirk against her. Her sensitivity made you feral.

You press soft circles into her beating bud, caressing her just enough to drive her insane. Her folds were so plush, sopping wet with her arousal.

“Y-y/n…I need…shit, unh…”

“What do you need, princess?”

“I want y-you in…inside.”

“Hmm? I can’t hear you baby.” Your taunting gaze met her desperate one, sliding your fingers until they met her entrance. You didn't dip inside just yet, though you wanted to, but instead pressed firm circles against her entrance as you watched the way her mouth dropped open and her eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure. The sight of her made your already soaking panties even more wet.

“Please y/n, just fuck me alreadyyy.”

“Look at you…so fucking needy. You want me to fuck you with my fingers so bad, yeah? Is that what you want?”

She nods so quickly and the gesture makes you smile. She is completely under your reign. She begins bucking her hips, desperately wanting your fingers to meet the depth of her clenching cunt and although you aren’t buried inside her, you feel her on the surface of her entrance; the way her pussy craves you, needs you to fill her up and make her whole. She closes her eyes, her head slightly tilting backward, but you seize her chin and direct her to face you before her head can fully lean back. For a brief moment, you maintain this posture, locking eyes with her longing gaze while teasing her. Her puffy clit collides with your palm with each buck against you and you allow it.

“Please y/n…I ne-need you. Please.”

“Where baby, where?” You were being mean.

“Inside, y/n. Unh.”

“Do you know why I’m doing this?”

She smirked, struggling to bring back her bratty side as you teased her hole.

“Be-because…”

“Because why, baby?”

“Because I was being a brat.”

“Yeah that’s right…what else?”

“Unh…I was be-being too ne-eedy and jea-lous.”

“Mhmmm.”

“Inside?”

You chuckled. “MY beautiful bratty girl. Always so needy for me.” You press your lips against her cheek, tilting your head into the curve of her shoulder as you dip your fingers inside her and you're greeted by the most seductive, sinful sound of love and lust that emanates from Shuri's mouth, ringing directly into your ear.

“Yeah…YEAH…oh fuck, y/n.”

Even though you can’t see her face, you just know her mouth is hung open, her eyelashes clinging together in ecstasy as you suck the skin on her sore neck.

“I wouldn’t want you any other way,” you assure, fucking your needy girl with precision. You raise your head a bit, aligning her lips with your ear, eager to catch her filthy moans. You return to meet her gaze, greeted by her perky breasts bouncing in unison with your rhythmic thrusts and her creamy pussy draws you in, captivated by her glossy slick that paints your fingers. But it's her eyes, those defenseless eyes that convey all the essential messages of the pleasure that was coursing through her.

“Yes, my angel…keep making that helpless face while you’re fucking down on my fingers.”

“Mmm..unh.”

“You’re so beautiful Shuri…the prettiest girl ever.”

“Y-y/n.”

You bring her in for a slobbery kiss, swallowing her moans as the squishy sounds down below get stickier.

“I love you, y/n…I…fuck.”

“I love you too, baby. Cum for me. Do it.”

And so she does, her hands fluttering to either side of your face while her unwavering gaze stays fixed on you. Tears gather at the edges of her stunning eyes as her cunt oozes in pure bliss.

“Yeah, y/n…unh…BAST.” She completely stops rocking against you but you don’t stop thrusting into her, causing her whole body to tremble.

“Y/n.. sthandwa…please stop.”

“Hm, baby? I didn’t quite catch that.”

“I want you…unh…”

“I can’t hear you my love, speak up.”

“Stop, please…stop.” She’s trembling, her voice shaking, but you knew her body, you knew it all too well. Protest might’ve been falling off her lips, but the grip her pussy contained on your fingers told you otherwise. You brought your thumb up, pressing the pad of it into her clit and she squirmed at the pressure, her pathetic tears continuing to swell in the corner of her eyes.

“Tell me one more time baby. Tell me you want me to stop and I’ll stop.”

But your perfect girl said nothing, nothing but the sound of whimpers came out of her swollen mouth. A faint smile broke through lips but swiftly vanished, replaced by her face that felt nothing but pleasure.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Bast…mmm.” Her sobs were pretty, her helpless state being one of your favorite looks on her.

“You think I can’t tell when your pussy’s had enough baby? She still wants me so badly, squeezing the fuck out of my fingers…so needy for me.”

She was a mess, becoming entranced by your words and cocky grin. She moaned without any concern for passersby because she did not care who could hear Wakanda’s protector submitting to your authority.

“You’re gonna give me another one,” you say, and she almost protests but she knows better. She doesn’t want you to stop anyway.

“You’re gonna cum around my dick this time, you think you can do that for me princess?”

“Mhmm.”

“Of course you can,” you say with a grin. Shuri helps you strip down, observing the way your wet slick adheres to the fabric of your thong as you glide them down your legs, creating a sticky string with your arousal. Your skin was so beautiful to her, its profound richness harmonizing with the textured curls that sat on your head. She admires your stretch marks that lead the way to your thick thighs and plush ass, the hues of brown in your inner thighs deepening the closer the skin got to your pussy. Bast, she was in love with you.

Shuri also helps you strap the vibranium toy to your hips, her most perfect invention that allowed you to feel her perfect pussy each and every time it sank into her. You lie on your back, motioning her to come on top of you and she obeys.

“Ride me, baby. Fuck yourself onto me until you cum around my dick.”

Shuri situated herself on top of you, firmly gripping the dildo before gently pushing it into herself and you both moaned in unison. It's a sensation that never loses its hold on you, the feeling of being inside her resonates, her pussy wrapping around your dick with her willful clench. Her pussy lips opened up for you, effortlessly gliding alongside the dildo and it was amazing to watch.

“Y/n! Oh yes…right there, nkoszana, right there…I..yeah.”

Her words mold unto putty as you consistently strike the nerves inside her, that tender spot that has her chasing both your orgasms. She dips her head back, pinching her erect nipples as her dark complexion glimmers with sweat. She appears heavenly on top of you, like she was floating, and the picture of her nudges you closer to your own pleasure.

“Look at you…you’re so fucking beautiful…sexy as fucking hell…god.”

“I…UNH…ooooo fuuuckkk.”

“You’re gonna cum aren’t you?”

“Yeah…I…I…”

“Don’t you dare s-stop fucking y-yourself. Don’t, Shuri…fuck.”

“Y/n…I-I can’t. I’m gonna c-cum.”

Her breasts bounce with each thrust she pounded onto you, her pussy milking your dick and you could feel your orgasm crying to be released. You grip her hips harshly, fucking her down onto your dick and she wails in pleasure, her eyes rolling back as her jaw drops. She takes one of her hands off her nipple, bringing it down to rub her clit and you swear you could cum right there. She was fucking amazing.

“You’re such a fucking whore, baby, huh? Wanna cum that bad?”

“UNH!”

“Yeah, keep crying like th-that. K-keep squeezing my shit like that.”

“Y/N!”

It took about five more slams and Shuri released once more, an explosive squirt that coated your abdomen and trickled down her thighs. But you didn’t stop fucking her, so close to your own high and she let you chase it.

“Fuck, baby…k-keep f-fucking yourself like that. Use my pussy, y/n, c-cum in me…mmmm…ugnh.”

“Yeah, princess…I’m s-so close just…fuck, shit!”

Shuri fucked herself onto you, ignoring the fact that her pussy was aching to the point of slight pain but she wanted to make you cum, watch her girl that she needed so much to unravel before her.

“Sh-Shuri?”

“Cum, y/n…pl-please? I want you to c-cum inside me.”

The both of you were blubbering messes, minds unfolding into mush as your vision became hazy. Her pussy squeezed you so good, caressing you just right and you spilled right into her.

“Oh fuck, Shuri…FUCK…I’m cumming baby, I’m cumming…shit.”

��I know…I know.”

“Ooooo fuck…GOD. Your pussy is so good, always so g-good for me…UNH. K-keep squeezing me just l-like that…yeah.”

“You’re so beautiful, y/n. Cumming so hard inside me.”

“Only for you. Always for you.”

After moments, Shuri squirted one last time; an orgasm that caused her to falter beside you, both of your chests heaving up and down as you struggled to regain your composure.

“Fuck, Shuri.”

“I love you, y/n.”

“I know you do…my bratty girl. I love you too.”

You pull her in for one last kiss.

“My beautiful, bratty girl.”

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The next morning approached. You and Shuri were about to arrive late to the lab and it didn’t help that Shuri was, per usual, being difficult.

“Sthandwa, I don’t think the makeup is necessary,” she comments as you apply a generous amount of concealer to hide the bruises on her neck.

“Do you see yourself? Look,” you remark, pointing to the mirror where her marked up throat from both your passionate kisses and the impression of the leather belt reflects back at her. A sly grin appears on her face as she appreciates the reflection, tilting her head to gain a clearer view of the results of your actions.

“People are gonna think you’re dating a fucking psychopath,” you add as you continue covering up the bruises.

“Maybe it’s cuz I am dating a fucking psychopath,” Shuri responds, wincing when you press too hard, and you mockingly fake a frown.

“My poor baby.”

“Shut up.”

“Oooo…such harsh language,” you joke, and Shuri rolls her eyes before you both begin to laugh.

“Hurry up, y/n, I got work to do.”

“Be patient, I wanna make sure I cover you up good.”

Another chuckle escapes Shuri’s lips. “I don’t get how you do this makeup thing almost everyday. It’s exhausting just sitting here now.”

“Well I happen to like doing my own makeup, and cuz I can actually do it unlike your ass. Remember that time I got you to do my makeup??” You burst into laughter as Shuri glared you down in annoyance. “That crooked ass eyeliner you gave me! Oh! And what did you call mascara again?? Say it again!”

“Shut up, y/n.”

“Pleaaseee, baby, say it one last time and I’ll leave you alone,” you lie, biting your bottom lip as you try to contain your laughter.

Shuri sighs, rolling her eyes before she says it. “I called it an eyelash enhancer.”

You burst out into laughter and Shuri sits there unamused, trying to contain her own laughter at the sight of you laughing over something so small.

“You’re just too fucking cute. An eyelash enhancer?? PLEASE BABE.”

“Well I wasn’t entirely wrong.”

“No…you were definitely wrong.”

“I forgot what it was called, ok?”

“Hey, hey…don’t be like that baby, you know I’m just teasing you. You’re just too cute. Wait, hold still…I’m almooosttt…there! I’m done. How’s it look?,” you ask, redirecting her to the mirror.

“Mmmm…I think you missed a spot,” she jokes.

“Huh? Where? Hold up, lemme cover that shit.”

Shuri laughs, amused at your concern. “I’m just playing, nkoszana. You did a good job.”

You smile, bringing her in for a kiss. “Don’t ask me to use a fucking belt for a while, Shuri, I mean it.”

“Hmmmm…might have to give you a reason to use it again then, y/n.”

“Oh, you fucking nasty,” you playfully remark, slinging your arms around her neck and she flinches when you accidentally press her bruised skin. “Oh shit! Sorry!”

Shuri laughs. “It’s ok, sthandwa. I just love you.”

You cock your head to the side, biting your cheek as you fight to contain a cheeky grin but it’s no use. She draws you closer by your hips, causing your pelvis to brush against hers before she begins kissing you.

“Shuri…we’re late,” you say, as she begins trailing kisses down your neck.

“How about…let’s just not go?”

While the temptation was undoubtedly strong, now was not a suitable time. The lab needed you both.

“We gotta go, princess.”

A prolonged, annoyed whine escapes Shuri's lips before she releases you. "Fiiinnee," she draws with exaggeration and you can’t help but chuckle at her neediness.

“You’re so goddamn needy, baby.”

“Mhmm. And you said you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

And she was correct. You wouldn’t have it any other way. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

And thank you so much for 700+ followers on here! Appreciate every single one of you that takes their time to read my work 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

#shuri black panther #shuri fanfiction #shuri x reader #shuri x you #smut #shuri smut #lesbian #sub!shuri #dom!reader #sapphicvqmpires

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Getting ready for their first date, like—

—Keeley bringing Rebecca to find the perfect outfit, not because she needs a new outfit and not because Roy and Jamie won’t love her in whatever, but that’s half the fun, isn’t it? Getting ready, building anticipation, sneaking another drink at Aeronaut while Derek fetches her two more dresses, just for the hell of it.

Rebecca tells her that she looks gorgerous in every bloody thing, but that she looks particularly gorgerous in the second pink one, and oh, they should stop by The Connaught Bar on their way to the spa, celebrate Keeley looking like the marvel she is, and maybe raise a toast to Roy and Jamie being far, far luckier than either of them deserve.

“If you were into women I’d never date anyone else,” Keeley says very seriously over her Fleurissimo. “We’d never even have to go on actual dates, we could just do this forever, it’d be fucking fantastic.” She makes an exaggerated face. “Now I’m stuck dating icky boys.”

And Rebecca laughs and hugs her and knows that she’s not serious, at least not about the last part.

(Rebecca hopes this works out because if it doesn’t and she has to deal with the implosion of a relationship between her head coach and their star player… Well. She’d put the brakes on the whole thing, maybe, if it weren’t for Keeley and the way she lights up when she talks about her icky boys, if it weren’t for the fact that Roy and Jamie are going to be absolutely ridiculous about each other no matter what Rebecca allows or doesn’t allow, if it weren’t for her sordid affair with Sam and how it hasn’t left her with a single leg to stand on.)

---

Getting ready for their first date, like—

—Jamie giving Roy an incredulous and halfway reproachful look as Roy sticks his head out the office to tell him that they’re leaving, so mush. “I’m going back home, mate. Dani’s giving me a ride.”

And Roy’s eyebrows do their Roy’s eyebrow thing. “What the fuck for? Keeley’s picking us up in less than two hours. At my place. You can do your fucking hair bullshit or whatever you need to do there.”

(It’s unclear to Roy exactly what hair bullshit Jamie might need doing, because he’s already spent half an hour after training in front of the dressing room mirror with most of the team chiming in with encouragement and advice, but it’s Jamie, so it’s probably something.)

“Not with your tragic products, I can’t,” Jamie mutters (and that’s a right laugh because Jamie knows better than most everybody that Roy does not, in fact and unlike some other people, settle for fucking Lynx or the like). “And anyway, we’re going on a date with each other, right, not just with Keeley, so we can’t get ready together. What am I supposed to do, sneak out the door and ring the bell when it’s time to pick you up?”

“What? No.”

Jamie points at him. “Right, ‘cause that’d be weird.”

“That’s not—“ But Jamie doesn’t let him finish, he just walks off with Dani, because he doesn’t have time for Roy’s spluttering, has he, and doesn’t Roy know Jamie has a date to get ready for?

Get ready he does, but because he is a filthy hypocrite (a word he does know the meaning of, so there, Coach Beard) he doesn’t hesitate to call Keeley when he can’t decide between his favourite Stone Island jacket and the new patterned Gucci number he got sent the other day, and then he has to have opinions on her shade of lipstick, and she suggests he wear the Layton she bought him a few years back, and it’s a brilliant time, just like them getting ready for the red carpet back when they were dating before.

“Bit like cheating, though, innit,” Jamie tells Keeley, out of a sudden and uncharacteristic sense of fairness. “Us asking each other for advice when getting ready for a date with each other, yeah? I should be on the phone with like Isaac, and you should talk to Rebecca or Barbara.”

“Well,” Keeley reasons as she sips her mimosa and waits for her nail polish to dry. “We’re going on a date with Roy too, and since we are the ones who properly knows what he likes and we want to look fucking fit for him, it makes sense for us to help each other out, yeah? Besides,” she adds, “we can do whatever we want, babe. Screw the rules, right?”

And yeah, right. That’s the basis for this whole thing, innit? “Yeah,” Jamie agrees, giving her a grin. “Screw the rules.” And then his smile softens into something gentler, almost shy, something she used to be the only one ever allowed to see. “Want look fucking fit for you too,” he admits, like it’s a secret.

Keeley’s smile, too, is soft. “Aw, babe, me too. And you do.”

—

Getting ready for their first date, like—

Roy picking Phoebe up from school and dropping her off with Sophia’s retired colleague, and when Phoebe asks why she’s not staying with him this time he takes a long moment to answer, and it’s messed up, isn’t it, that he’s this concerned about what a fucking child should think about his love life.

Not just any child, though, is she. “I’m going on a date,” he says eventually, glancing at her in the rear mirror.

“Oh.” She frowns; not in disapproval, he thinks, but in careful consideration. Then: “Is this a date with Keeley or with Jamie?”

Huh. All right, then. First potential hurdle cleared. As for the second… “Both.”

To his stupidly immense relief, Phoebe brightens at that. “That’s very clever of you, Uncle Roy. It would have been really hard to choose between Jamie and Keeley, and they both love you so much.”

Roy shakes his head, biting back a smile that’s as much affection as it is incredulity. “All right, you little precocious shit, get out of here, and be good for Ms. Mallard.”

And then he has just enough time to get back home and change out of his black shirt and trousers into another black shirt and pair of trousers, to trim his beard and add a textured silk tie (very dark purple, Keeley and Jamie better fucking appricate the splash of colour). He spends a long time staring at his reflection, partly because he really is quite vain (his stubborn protests to the contrary), but mostly because this means something to him. They do: Keeley, Jamie. The three of them, and what they could be.

It leaves him a little dizzy. It scares the hell out of him. He wants to get this right.

The door bell chimes. Jamie, and Roy has barely let him in, has barely even begun to figure out what he’s supposed to say to this Jamie, to his date Jamie, to the Jamie whose eyes sparkle and who manages to make even that ridiculous outfit look good, when the bell chimes again, and there is Keeley, a fucking vision, and Roy knows what to say to her.

“You look fucking amazing,” he says, and she giggles and leans in to kiss his cheek, very chaste (it’s a first date, after all), and still it’s nearly enough to leave him breathless with how much he’s missed her.

“Got you this,” he mutters a little hoarsely, picking up and handing over a Black Baccarat rose that’s been strategically sat on the sidetable.

Impractical, since they’re going out, and corny, but fucking sue him. Roy Kent will headbutt anyone who dares call him a romantic, but that doesn’t mean he thinks they’re wrong – and anyway, it’s worth it for the way Keeley smiles as she inhales the sweet scent.

“Uh, where’s my flower?” Jamie complains.

Roy rolls his eyes. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he growls. “Fine.” And he heads off into the kitchen where there is indeed a second rose waiting in a small vase. He’d left it there, deeply unsure if he was supposed to offer Jamie one or not; but that’s that cleared up then, flowers for Jamie is a go, he’ll make a note for their next date.

Jamie beams as he accepts his rose; grins wickedly as he, too, leans in to kiss Roy’s cheek.

Roy clears his throat, trying to ignore the way his heart’s sped up at the brief touch. “Okay. Let’s fucking do this.”

“Yeah,” Keeley agrees. “Let’s.”

And Jamie doesn’t say anthing at all, but he nods, and he takes Roy’s arm, and Keeley takes his hand, and they walk out into the night and fucking do it.

#surprise saturday scribblings! #something silly something soft #royjamiekeeley #roy kent #jamie tartt #keeley jones #keeley & rebecca #ficlet #my stuff

[boyinatown]

Hello love may i request the sending them lingerie pics but with gun, goo, samuel and Jake?

SNEAK PEEK!

Pairing: gun, goo, Samuel, jake x f! Reader

Warning: sexual theme, doggy style mentioned, mating press!

A/n : it’s finished finally omg.

★ GUN PARK / PARK JONGGUN

Sending this man nudes wasn’t an weird thing at all, considering how much you guys fucked and how dirty you two were together he didn’t blush at the sight of your pictures but when you sent him a black lace set lingerie with his favorite material he couldn’t help but grip his steering wheel wishing he was done driving crystal around.

Finally when he’s off the clock he immediately raced back home to his beloved sinner <3

Watching gun slam the door open and immediately go towards you taking off his blazer he grabs you up and lifts you attaching his lips to yours, and you both propped onto the he couch.

“Show me that set, I wanna see it up close.”

Lifting up your shirt teasingly making him pout jokingly you hurried up revealing the top then strip teasing him while lowering your shorts slowly until he got tired and huffed tugging them down faster and then whistling.

“Do a twirl for me baby, I wanna see the back to..”

But when you twirl he immediately slaps your ass causing you to yelp and he chuckles dragging you down onto his lap when he attaches his lips again but onto to your neck making you shift against his hard on making him groan.

“You look so pretty f’me beauty, now I wanna see it all messed up,”

And with that he sneaks his fingers down your laced underwear and latches onto your neck while you let out noises he loved.

You were worth dropping Crystal off without meeting the chairman. <3

★GOO KIM / KIM JONGOO

oh god this man, this man LOVES nude pictures I’m even sure he would jerk off to them privately while cursing and moaning your name beautifully and whining like a damn baby

He’s filthy , but when you send him a lingerie picture with his favorite color that he told you to get earlier he immediately got off a broken and defeated gang member he just beat up and his eyes beamed reflecting them on his glasses . Stepping over the injured men he skipped to his car saying: my baby is waiting at home, I’ll deal with you all later

“Darling! Where are you? Let me see ya in the set! Don’t be a tease come on out-“

And there you were standing and losing hands on your hips and eyes batting at him, he couldn’t help the smirk grow on his face and he could just cum right there and then if it weren’t for his tight pants holding back the monster wanting to be released.

“Do you like it, goo?”

“Like it? I love it! It matches you perfectly I know I made the right choice telling you to get it why don’t you listen to me first!”

“Just come over here and fuck me moron.”

“Yes ma’am!”

While walking towards you you could swear a flashing light just beamed in his eyes and he throws his glasses away immediately pouncing on you causing a small yell to leave your throat , at the same night you left real ones leave your mouth <3

★ SAMUEL SEO / SEO SEONGEUN

Samuel loves you a lot, your voice your laugh your taking your looks…your nudes. And ofc lingerie pictures , when he’s fighting he knows you’ll send him one but what he didn’t ex left is you to send one while he’s in a meeting with Eugene and the rest..

A small ping caused everyone to turn to Samuel, ‘didn’t I turn off my phone?’ He asked his self pulling his phone from his pocket and when he clicked on your notification immediately taking him to your picture he didn’t notice ryuhei behind him and heard a small uh noise turning to ryuhei he glared making the blondie swear he only liked Mitsuki.. he cursed at you but at the same time he loved it the fact that ryuhei knows your his and just how lucky he is. He couldn’t wait to come back home

“I swear I only have eyes for Mitsuki! She’s all yours I promise-“

“Get out of my face and don’t even look at my phone again without permission.”

Samuel sighed once ryuhei left and the meeting was over, he walked towards the exit to take a small smoking break he called your number and waited after 3 buzzes to pass until you picked up.

“Hey Sammy, liked the picture?”

“Not only I, but a co worker to, now he’s seen lucky bastard..don’t do that again without a warning.”

“Didn’t you like it?” “ I did , but next time-“

“Fine I got it I learned my lesson! When are you done with work?”

“I’ll call you when, and it seems like I gotta teach you another lesson when I come back home.. your in for it.”

“What-“

Before you could protest Samuel hung up leaning his head against the wall he was already imagining you crying on his cock, sucking on it gagging and his hand pushing your head down further while your pathetic eyes looked back up for mercy only to be met with his evil dark ones, how you’d bounce your ass back on him and back arched moaning for more and how you-

“Samuel, Eugene said you’d drive us to the location.”

Fuck, Eli jang. He hated how whenever he’d have these thinking moments of you someone always interrupts. He was holding his self back from slamming Eli into the wall but instead just groaned and walked towards the car with both Eli and Warren following suit.

Guess he’d recreate those scenarios at home for your ‘ lesson’ <3

★ JAKE KIM / GIMYEONG KIM

ah the leader of big deal , fearless and powerful sweet and caring , perverted and mean when he’s balls deep inside you. Your pathetic cries and protests all get silenced when he pushes his lips aggressively against yours and just keeps pounding away

Why? Since you thought sending him a lingerie picture while he was busy trying to fill in papers to get sinu back, since he hadn’t been giving you attention and you decided to act bratty. Now facing the consequences once he slammed the door open.

“you say I’m not giving you attention? Have you gotten lonely my love, my apologies I’ll make up for it now.”

Jake Kim now pushing you further into the bed and legs dangling on his shoulders all while he held the back of your thighs to push into your chest almost near your ears .

“H-hah’ your mean! Stupid…fuhk!!-“

“That’s not nice , you say that but your gripping on to me for dear life look.”

Jake pulls out slowly making you gasp and look up at him with desperate eyes for him to push back into your soaking hole that was clenching around air desperate for friction. Anything, now rubbing back against the tip of his cock whining and he just keeps pulling away holding you in place by your thighs.

“Aht aht aht, didn’t you say I’m stupid? I guess I’ll keep my stupid disease away from you.”

“No! Put it back in…please Jake I’m sorry, I want more don’t pull out fuck!”

“Ask nicely and I might.”

“Fucking put it into me, please moron!”

“It was worth a shot.”

Guess he had to fuck the bratiness out of you, looks like a long night ahead. <3

★ ok byeeeeeeee

#gun lookism smut #lookism gun #gun lookism #park jongun #goo lookism smut #lookism goo #goo lookism #kim jongoo #Samuel lookism smut #lookism samuel #samuel seo #Jake Kim lookism smut #Jake lookism smut #jake kim lookism #lookism jake kim #I’m so tired #samii 🐈‍⬛

[wegc]

hi pretty!! hru and happy new year <3 school starts next week which means i have to start prepping from this week (really i should’ve been revising all break but wtv🫣) which means u will probably be seeing less of me for now BUT!!! i will do my best to check in and torment u with my filthy thoughts as often as i can LOL.

current brainrot is changbin absolutely manhandling you with his big strong ass, cause you just had to be a brat today for some reason. sneaking off to the bathroom to fuck yourself open with fingers that are nowhere near as good as his and send him recordings of your pretty, whiny moans. running your brand new nails (that he paid for bc i am a firm believer that bin would spoil his girl like mad) over his cock through his jeans while you’re both out with the members. there’s really only so much a man can take—which is why the second you get home, he’s throwing you over the arm of the couch and dragging your panties down. “bunny wanted to act like a slut all day, she’s gonna get fucked like one, yeah? look at this cunt, all messy and dripping f’ me. this is what you’ve wanted, huh? needy girl.” shoves your legs open and fingers you until you’re grinding on his hand and damn near sobbing. “bet this feels better than whatever you were doing to yourself earlier. dumb little bunny, trying to be a brat. all you gotta do is ask nicely and i’ll give you whatever you want, you know that.” doesn’t even bother to tell you when he wants you to move, just throws you around like a doll or grabs you with one arm and moves you around himself.

at one point he pulls you up from your hands and knees and wraps an arm around your throat to pin you to his broad chest. his thick cock has been practically splitting you open for god knows how long now—you’re so fucked out that you’ve stopped keeping track—and the couch cushions underneath you are soaked with your release. when bin reaches down to your clit again with his other hand, you whimper and feebly try to buck away from him. he just laughs and tightens his grip on you, cooing, “be a good little slut and take what i’m giving you, bunny” in your ear in a soft voice that’s a total contrast to the way he’s fucking ruining you. and how could you ever say no?

(this may or may not be motivated purely by changbin’s aaa performance outfit because good GOD why did he look even bigger and beefier than usual i want him so bad)

-🍒 anon

OHFMY GODF. . . do i even say anything at this point . . . what is there left to say holy fucking shit i am going insane this was so good ARE U SURE U DONT HAVE UR OWN BLOG BECAUSE IF NOT!!! GET ON IT!!!

omg omg omg i forgot who in skz said this but someone said that changbin becomes increasingly attractive while he’s eating AND HDHEHFDEDFFFD someone on twitter posted a video of him chowing down on some food and holy fuck the angle that video was taken from made his arms look so big and beefy, i replayed it for what felt like an hour.

BUT ! back on topic ! you would have to annoy changbin a lot for him to snap at you and fuck you this roughly because you’re his baby :( it’s okay if you’re a little spoiled :( he’ll always take care of you :(

but holy fuck, was his week horrible. he and chan got into a petty argument, their choreographer was up his ass about their upcoming award show performances, and all he wanted to do was fuck you slowly and sweetly like you deserved. but no! he was stuck in the practice room for another three hours and like a little minx, you sent him videos of you spreading your cunt open. if he wasn’t so pent up and tortured, he would scoff at how small the stretch of your fingers must have been compared to his thick cock.

you are IN FOR IT as soon as he reaches home. he couldn't care less about what you were doing. if you were on the phone—the call ended; if you were texting someone—power off; if you were cooking —no problem! he’s turning the stove off and shoving your hips aggressively against the counter, sliding your soaked, lace panties to the side after he’s bunched up your dress to your waist, and fucking his cock right into your greedy little cunt.

his hands would leave bruises on your hips with how firmly he would be gripping them and your ass would be so sore from his continuous smacks because changbin really couldn't control his temper after his shit show of a week.

and if fucking you in the kitchen wasn’t enough, he’ll fuck you in the living room, office, against your balcony window, in the laundry room, in the bedroom, and finally—the shower. your poor hole would be gaping by the end of his abuse, all spent and dribbling with his loads of cum :(

i can just imagine you’re all fucked out by the end of it and still, binnie grips your face and squeezes it harshly, forcing your lips to form a pathetic little pout :(

“see what happens? wanna try that again? sluts like you can’t go a second without being stuffed, huh?”

“do i need to do this every time, honey? do i have to teach you a lesson every day?”

“fussy girl. you knew i’d take care of you—still had to annoy me though, hm?”

#changbin smut #seo changbin x reader #seo changbin smut #changbin x reader #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #seo changbin hard thoughts #changbin hard thoughts #changbin hard hours #answered #🍒 anon

[strgrlxox]

✧.➷ sex (& aftercare) with ellie

original request here !

sex ||

i jus know ellie is a switch…

like she definitely tops u most of the time 

but sometimes my girl just wants u to hold her down and have your way with her

it’s kinda her way of saying she trusts u

tell her u want her and she gets so cocky

“ur just so needy for me, huh?”

“look at my pretty girl, all spread out and wanting me”

“all this for me?”

she loves asking questions that u can’t answer

cause her perfect little fingers are curling inside u in a way so perfect it makes u loose ur train of thought

and she knows thisss

cause she knows u and ur body so well

she’s a little insecure also

so she has a praise kink

like a really bad praise kink

tell her how good she’s making you feel

stroke her face

kiss her (slowly, she likes slow kisses)

tell how she’s the only one who can make u feel like this

or else

she’s obviously really jealous

despite knowing you’re hers like she’s is yours

she can’t help but think you’ll meet someone else and realize how much better you can do as if

so, when you go to a party or something

and some rando comes up to you and flirts with u right in front of her

she will dedicate the rest of the night to reminding you how she can make you feel

how well she not only knows you

but your body

she’ll make you come in every way she can

twice

kissing you sweetly in between positions

reminding you how she’s the only one who can make u feel like this everytime u calm from your highs

she’s definitely not the most experienced

but she is a very quick and efficient learner

like seriously

all she wants is to make u feel good

borderline obsessive

not in an all she wants to do is fuck u kinda way

but in a she can get put in the mood at literally anything u do kinda way

ur just so perfect to her

also

u being horny makes her horny

if u ask her boobs or ass

she’ll say

“idk i love them both equally”

which is lie

she likes tits a littleee bit more

big or small

she does not gaf

it gets to a point that u stop sleeping with a shirt on

she’ll just sneak her hands underneath it anyway

she’s so loud

literally cannot control her volume at all when u go down on her

don’t even get me started on how she eats u out

don’t get me wrong–she loves to receive

but there’s something abt giving that just gets her

she could spend forever in between your legs

licking and sucking at u like her life depends on it

“god, you taste so fucking good.”

it gets really messy

you’ll be convulsing and squirming in her hold but she doesn’t not relent

she doesn't like to rush anything that has to do with you

but she’s not opposed to quickes at all

they let off steam

she loves ur whole body

but her favorite is ur lips

she lives for kissing u

she’s versatile as fuck too

sometimes she’ll be gentle with u

like ur a work of art

others she’ll be so filthy

touching underneath dinner tables

abandoned buildings, alleyways, literally anywhere u let/want her

“ellie.” you’d whine. “we could get caught.”

“i’ve never let that happen before, baby, have i?”

you’d be propped up on a bathroom counter

you’re probably at joels house

and she’s looking up at you, you can see her eyes sparkling through your tears

she’s on her knees before you

making your back arch with her tongue

“besides, baby, you taste so good. let me make you feel good, alright?”

ellie gets off on your pleasure

she’s almost methodical when she’s touching you

thinking of all the ways she could touch you, taste you, make you cum

she can never stop at one

taking her time, she slowly brings you to release

again and again and again

until ur begging her to stop

your legs shake for like 15 minutes afterwards

and ur so fucked out

she hold you while you’re breathing steadies

whispering praises in your ear

the sound of her voice is the only thing keeping you grounded

“ur so good to me, y/n. always so perfect for me.”

aftercare ||

she gets rly tired but refuses to fall asleep until u do

will bring u snacks and water

gets u whatever u need

cleans u even if she’s exhausted

showers with u if u aren't too tired

sometimes she’ll run u a bath but u always make her join u

she complains abt all the bubbles but she actually loves them

they smell rly nice

sometimes she’ll let u hold her afterwards

it took a while for to be comfortable being little spoon

but it’s grown on her

don’t even bother putting ur clothes back on

she is a skin to skin enthusiast

all she wants after to sex it to make sure ur okay, and to feel ur body heat

and ur more than happy to oblige

she gets rly soft and sappy after sex

maybe it’s cause she’s tired but she’s on u like moss

tracing ur skin

making sure she didn’t hurt u or anything

she compliments u so much afterwards

“god, u r so beautiful.”

clingy as hell

seriously, unless it was a quicke or something, she’s not letting u go

she likes it when u lay on top of her

with ur head in her neck

and ur like straddling her waist kinda

she’s says it’s so she can make sure ur safe

but rly

it make her feel safe

play with her hair

please

it’s a must

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams x you #ellie williams smut #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams fluff #ꗃ%jos library⤷✰ #ꗃ%ellie bellieˑ༄

[the-roo-too]

do you write for blackpink? if you do then can i request for jennie fluff alphabet ❤️🫰🏻- 🌸

i write for nmixx, nwjns and le sserafim, tho i can take requests for other girl groups! if i’m familiar with the idol, they’ll be put under the ‘others’ part of my masterlist :D

just like the jimin fic

candy -> jennie ruby jane ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- being with someone like jennie in the industry like this is hard, so she definitely admires the fact that you still decided to stick with her! waking up with you in her arms just makes her go all soft :((

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- your neck 👹 for neck kisses ofc, very affectionate 🥸

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- jennie really likes cuddling when one of you is sitting on the other’s lap 🤭 it just feels so secure and private yk?

dates (what’s her ideal date)- deffo a secured place, maybe a picnic somewhere? jennie prefers domestic dates 😌

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- she feels like you’re the one person who won’t ever judge her, so she expresses what she feels always, be it verbally or just by her behaviour 🧍‍♀️

family (does she want one)- definitely does, but not right now, not while she’s a big public person 🥶 jennie will probably want to have a lil family with you in a couple years time tho! 🫶

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- yesss 🤭 i’ll talk about it later, but holding hands makes her feel calm! 🤝

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- ma girl jennie goes l i v i d 👹 she will burn the cause of your pain with her bare hands, im not even joking

jokes (does she like to joke around)- a bit? it’s normal for her to be slightly playful, but jennie isn’t the type to tease you all day or something. she’s just chill

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- i already mentioned that, but neck kisses! loves them like 🤭🤭 they are very soft tho, it’s not a sexual thing, just casually planting a lil smooch on the side of your neck <33

love (what’s her love language)- jennie is filthy rich, her love language is definitely gift giving! you could wake up on a random day and there’s just a very expensive bag or new perfumes sitting on your nightstand with a little note ‘thought this was cute, have a good day love!’

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- sneaking out to get snacks at 3 am 🤭 it was during your movie night on your 6 months anniversary and the memory is just very dear to her <33

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- it’s not about sleeping directly, but jennie is big on skincare routines before bed! she posts cute photos of you two wearing face moisturising masks on her secret spam account

oddity (what’s a quirky thing about her)- acting like a grownup one second and then using baby voice on you is pretty quirky 💔

pet names (what does she like to call you)- i’m sorry but she isn’t creative in that field 💀 ‘love’, ‘honey’ yk the usual ones. not really anything out of ordinary

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- jennie LOVES to spill to you all the tea she has on famous people 😭 that’s her favourite part time activity tbh

rush (does she rush into things)- absolutely not, jennie has everything planned out with you. dates, outings with friends, she likes to keep things under control

secrets (how open is she with you)- in her field of work, she needs to keep some stuff to herself. i feel like jennie doesn’t like not being honest to you, so she tries to avoid topics she can’t talk about

time (how long did it take for her to confess)- 3 moths 🥶 she was scared you wouldn’t like her back! who wouldn’t like her back tho but she took you on a cute lil friendly date to the park and very shyly confessed her luv for you :((

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- she does that goofy baby voice idk if you know what i’m talking about 😭 but jennie like coaxes out of you what’s wrong :((

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- i’m sorry but yes 😭 we’re talking about jennie, there’s a 50/50 chance the public would skin you both for existing so 💔 she’s actually more scared that people would attack you if the two of you did actually come out :((

warrior (how often do you fight)- jennie is a busy person and while you don’t fight too often, it does annoy you when she misses a date or comes home late and just lays down in bed. you’re very understating tho :(( so even if a argument does appear, you quickly try to resolve it

x-ray (is she able to read you)- let’s be honest, jennie knows you better than you know yourself. she knows all your needs and can read your emotions pretty well, she’s a true one 💪

yes (how would she propose to you)- balloons everywhere, lights! both your families are present, your friends, a suspiciously expensive photographer and all that stuff. when jennie does propose to you, she does it in the flashiest way possible 😌✨

zen (what makes her feel calm)- holding hands 🤭 it kinda grounds her, reminds her you’re there with her and she’s not alone! <3

part of [the fluff series]

#jennie #jennie kim #jennie ruby jane #jennie x reader #jennie kim x reader #jennie ruby jane x reader #blackpink #blackpink x reader #lisa #jisoo #rosé

[raccoongrippers]

Whistling a wounded lullaby, the familiar crimson red blood of her enemies painting the streets being caused by this one woman alone. The tune she whistles is haunting, as if luring her foes to their inevitable doom with her devilish lips alone. She lurks in the shadows, the darkness masking her perfect yet devious frame so perfectly it's almost infuriating how well she's able to hide in plain sight.

She could make anyone get on their hands and knees and 𝙗𝙚𝙜 for their lives if she so much as glanced in their direction, anyone who'd have the bravery to stand up for themselves would end up digging their own damned grave. There's no escape once you're captured by her, not a single way out. That's what they thought, that was before she met you.

You –just some poor farm girl– were able to escape her daunting grasp. You thought you had won, but really, you only gained the 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 and 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 of this ruthless woman. Little did you know at the time, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗯𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴...

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TW : THIS IS SMUT! If you don't like that, DO NOT INTERACT! MDNI. Hardly fluff, but Valeria acts way different from actual CoD, so sorry not sorry.

Pairing is Valeria Garza x fem!reader. If you do not identify as a female, or do not find any of this interesting, please do not continue.

Note : I have never published smut, so..feel free to give me a bit of criticism. Or a lot, I don't care all that much. Criticism gives me information so I can improve, so whether you give me a little or a lot is up to you guys.

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Valeria was a well known and powerful woman, being head of the Las Almas Cartel. No one is able to catch her for more than a good 10 minutes or so before she's lost with the wind once more, no one except 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

There's no avoiding her, really, not when she personally seeks you out just for some fun or to hang around. You can never get rid of her no matter how hard you try, and after months of this going on, you've simply given up. Every time she shows up unannounced, you're ready for it. Anytime she tries to sneak up on you, you don't get scared. To say that she gets a bit annoyed by you being unfazed by her surprise visits is an understatement at best.

"Good morning, princess," she'd tease as you wake up, hoping that you'd be surprised this time at least. She's on your bed directly in front of you at your side.

" 'Morning, jerk," you'd grumble in response, rubbing your eyes as you roll off of the bed and onto the floor. It didn't work, again.

Valeria frowned in disappointment. "Awe, no kiss? No scared-y cat scream?" Her teasing was nothing new.

"No, none of that. If you want attention, go to the farm," you sigh as you stand and fix your hair, before walking out of the room.

Valeria was quick to follow, right behind you as you walk. She's like a lost puppy, lovestruck at the first sight of a possible mate. At some points in the day it becomes obnoxious, but others you've learned to be used to it.

"Not even a kiss? I don't exactly feel like kissing any of your horses or chickens, they're filthy. But you...you smell like the fresh breeze of summer, and your skin is as soft as silk."

"Your compliments do nothing to persuade me into doing anything, Valeria. Go find someone else to bother maybe."

"But there's not a single other person in this damned city that I would ever even 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 of treating the way I treat you, darling, you're special. If you'd only let me in~.."

"No."

A heavy sigh falls from your lips as you enter the kitchen, turning on the kettle as you already know there's water inside–the water you were unable to actually use the last time you tried to make tea, due to Valeria being distracting.

As you reached to the top shelf in a cupboard, your back facing Valeria, your shirt rode up the slightest bit, revealing a little of your skin. A devious smirk was practically always glued to her face, but it only grew once she saw her opportunity. She walked up behind you, sliding her cold fingertips along your slightly revealed sides, causing you to shiver. You did manage to grab a mug though, despite her distraction.

A slight blush formed on your cheeks as you spoke, "Do you mind? I'm trying to make myself some tea here, and your hands are cold as the dead."

She'd then take the mug from you, setting it down next to the kettle. Valeria then wrapped her arms around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of your neck, a soft whisper emerging from her lips, "You make tea every morning, why not change up your routine..?~"

You knew the meaning behind her words, the underlying heat she'd once managed to get you to participate in. You were a fool then, but you've learned your lesson now – you won't fall for her trap again.

"You can't just manipulate me into sexual activity, Valeria, I'm smarter than that," your voice is stern, as if you finally have enough in you to fight back. It isn't exactly fighting, though, since there isn't a battle to win or lose.

"I've done it once before, and to be honest it was kind of easy, so I think I can do it again just as easily. I know that deep down you still wanna do it, don't you? You know it feels good..~" Her smirk was too devious, too mad to be anywhere near sincere. You knew she was planning something much more than just some sex run, no..there was more to it than that.

".. Whatever, just let me make my tea."

You then took out a tea bag and put it inside your mug, just then hearing the familiar 'click' of your kettle turning off. You firmly grasp the handle of your kettle, pouring the boiled water into the mug and making some good, hot tea.

Valeria was never one to be patient with the women she wanted to do things with. Always straight to the point. Much like a spoiled child, she got almost everything she wanted – but when you strolled into her life, that all changed – you didn't giver her all she wanted. You led her on, sure, but that was just to get her to leave you alone. Maybe that's why she found you so interesting, that or the way your eyes shone everytime you smiled.

"Awe, come on.. Just once? Please? I'll stop bugging you, I promise, I just want some fun," her pleading was obviously just more failed attempts, seeing as you continued to turn your back to her. But she wouldn't have it, no matter how much she had to betray her (obviously fake) promise to stop bothering you. "Fine, we'll just have to do it the hard way then.."

Before you knew it, you were swept from your feet and lifted above the ground, spun around and held like a toddler as Valeria carried you to the bedroom herself. She wouldn't have it any longer. And in her own way, this was her kind of toddler tantrum – 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲.

She pinned you to the bed, your back pressed against the comfortable mattress you were just sleeping on a few minutes ago. Valeria's body hovered above yours, mischievous intent engraved in her gaze as she kept you in place. You didn't exactly have a choice any longer, that was clear as day.

And before you could even so much as 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 about resisting, your pants and panties were slid down your legs and onto the floor below. Valeria was quick, to say the least. She moved quickly to take her own pants and panties off, throwing them aside without a single care in the world. She then slid herself beneath you, her back pressed against the pillows, as she pulls your body in between her open legs.

And with your back against her front, she forced open your legs and hastily grabbed both your wrists in one hand, making it so you couldn't fight back against her strong figure. And with that, her other hand slid to your sensitive area without so much as a thought.

Her fingertips then began to tease your clit, making you squirm slightly and whimper. A grin spread across her lips as she spoke, "Ah, you like that, do you? Well, why didn't you just say so, querida? You should've just given in earlier..~"

Her fingers then worked faster on massaging your clit, a small grunt escaping your soft lips. You were vulnerable, and you had not a single way to fight back against her strong stature and well built muscles. And not long after her fingertips started massaging your clit, her other hand released your wrists and moved down to the same area. But this time, her fingers slid inside of your cunt, making you squirm even more and grip her arm in some hopes of release. But another part of you – the part of your brain you just can't control – wants this to go on. So you make no sudden moves to stop her, at least not so early on.

She then began pumping her fingers in and out of your cunt at a steady pace, only to quicken as your soft, involuntary whimpers filled her ears. You flinched slightly at the sudden overstimulation in your body, turning your head to the side as you leaned back a bit, burying your face into the crook of her neck as she only continued. Her fingertips only worked faster on your clit as well, at the very same time that her fingers were rapidly pumping in and out of your cunt mercilessly.

And now, the only sounds that filled the rooms silence were your moans, your whimpers, and the wet sound of your cunt as your slick slid against her fingers, making the pumping much easier and allowing her to go much quicker in pace. It wasn't often that you'd feel something so good, yet so overwhelming. Sure, you'd be able to massage your own clit and finger yourself, but most definitely not the way Valeria was able to. She had better range of motion than you, which gives her much better opportunity in times like these.

She only continued to work faster, both with the pumping of her fingers in and out of your cunt, and the aggressive massaging of your clit. You had never gotten this much pleasure from yourself, and she was the one able to reach spots you couldn't. As her fingers dug deeper into you, her fingertips managed to reach that spongy spot inside of your cunt, only drawing you closer and closer to the edge, to your breaking point. She was always merciless with her enemies, of course she was, but she was especially so with you when in situations such as these.

It was obvious that she could feel just how close you were to going off the edge, it was clear as day with the way she felt your cunt pulsing with each thrust of her fingers, with each swipe of her fingertips against your clit, she would feel it throb. And you were no mastermind enough to hide that fact, either. so at that, she lost the fingers on your clit and began pumping her fingers in and out at an even faster pace, knowing you couldn't take much more. She was most definitely a smart woman, and it showed.

"F-fuck.." You moaned into her neck, gripping her arm for a hopeful sense of strength in your time of vulnerability – in your time of weakness and sensitivity.

"You look so adorable when you're vulnerable, mi hermosa flor. Just keep going until you cum, I wanna feel it run down my fingers..~" Her smirk only grew at the knowing fact of your nearing moment of pure sensitivity.

You didn't even have to warn her when it happened, because she knew just when you were gonna cum. And, to no one's surprise, she was correct. Just moments after she spoke, your hot liquid came all over her fingers, their pace slowing to a simple, calm and slow speed, hardly enough to make you anymore uncomfortable than you already are. Your cum spread across the sheets below and onto her hand, and as she slowly pulled her fingers out, the sticky, fine liquid stuck to her fingers and webbed them together. You whined at the loss of her two fingers inside of your cunt, your body had gotten used to the feeling of it being stretched that now that the void isn't filled, it feels almost unnatural.

"B-bloody hell, Valeria..." Your words hardly came out as a whisper, but she knew exactly what you said – you spoke the same three words each time she ended the session.

"Aw, you were so good for me, querida. I'd love it if you joined me for round two after dinner, yeah? Maybe you'll even let me sleep with you in your bed after that," that oh so familiar smirk never left her face, not once during this little session.

Valeria peppered kisses across your neck, a gentle peck being pressed to your lips upon her face reaching yours. You were spent, but she loved you all the same.

And just as she'd do each and every time after your session, she gets up on her feet and walks over to your closet, taking out a face towel and a regular sized towel – one to clean up and cover your body, and the other to be soaked in cool water and very lightly placed on your forehead to calm your senses.

Aftercare was important to Valeria, despite being a cold killer who bosses around soldiers on an almost daily basis. You were the only person to have seen this side of her, and you'd be the only one ever if she could help it. And even though you were annoyed by her constant bugging and nagging, you still found a way to love her and make few exceptions to show her that kindness you show everyone else.

The kindness of your love.

#valeria garza #smut #f!reader #cod fanfic #cod #lesbianism

[love-toxin]

yandere forgers hcs (Loid/darling/Yor)

rq: "oh my goodness!!!! being inbetween yandere yor and loid 😫!!!! imagine their poor darling just wants to make some money doing babysitting and Anya just gets SOOOO attached… so obviously her mama and papa have to keep them close… for anya’s sake right?? would you be willing to do hc’s for them 👀👀"

"Yes!!! Yandere loid and yor brainrot has been hitting me so hard since I watched it because it's just ugghh<3<3"

warnings: non/dubcon, au pair reader, yandere yor/loid, brainwashing, loid has a filthy mouth, scarring, noncon tattooing, mild gunplay.

☆ hc / ♡ spicy hc / ♂️♀️ gendered hc / ‼️ dark hc

☆ As an au pair, you'll be tasked with a whole whirlwind of responsibilities. Most of them will revolve around caring for Anya, but that doesn't mean that your attention won't be diverted to other areas of the Forger home as well. This mostly includes doing some cooking, cleaning, and taking care of your own space.

☆ It also means that you'll be living on the premises, so almost all of your day will be spent with Forgers in one way or another--you might be helping Anya with homework, or cooking with Yor, or bringing Loid a cup of coffee while he works at his desk. They'll all get so used to you being around that you'll basically be a part of the family, and it'll feel a lot more sincere since none of them are blood related as it is.

☆ While you're certainly not seen as a child, Yor and Loid will grow to baby you a good bit. They're both fiercely protective of you, but in different ways--Yor is more likely to casually mention "eliminating" someone who stepped on your foot or caused you some kind of other inconvenience. But Loid is much quieter and sneakier about it, he'll investigate any and every tipoff or clue that involves you and someone who might harm you. You might find people around you apologizing more frequently or even disappearing entirely, but at your skill level there's no way you'll be able to trace it back to the man of the Forger family.

☆ With Loid and Yor having separate bedrooms, it works more to your own disadvantage. When one of them wants to sneak out and pull you into their room, they won't have to worry about the other waking up or finding out. They both think that your relationship with them is secret from the other, so it's probably better if you don't go around blabbing about it to either one. And in both cases, it'll probably start with each of them coming on to you and admitting their feelings for you, while also revealing that their marriage isn't exactly the "traditional" type you thought it was.

☆ Kisses are mandatory once your relationship crosses that boundary from professional to romantic. Loid kisses you on his way out the door for work, and Yor saves her kisses for when you're making dinner together or when she can get you alone in her room. They hide them pretty well--except when Anya reads their minds and is scandalized to find out her babysitter is kissing her Mama and Papa. But then again, she's a kid, so she just assumes that it's more of a friendly kiss. Or maybe it's one of those "cultural differences" that Papa sometimes talks about? Maybe you're secretly French!

☆ Yor is always watching you. There isn't a moment in the day that she isn't aware of what you're doing or who you're with, and if it's someone she doesn't approve of, she will have to fight to stay her hand from killing them immediately. She's so protective over you in a way that's quite similar to how Yuri treats her, although she doesn't really make the connection because she's so sure that it's for your benefit.

♡ Loid is probably the last person you want to be home alone with. He'll invite you to sit next to him on the couch and lay a hand on your knee, or help you cook dinner and brush against you at every opportunity. He never imagined he'd find fucking the babysitter so hot, but it is, and if you try to move away you can bet you're gonna be pinned to the sofa and fucked within an inch of your life. Blubber for mercy and call him "Mr. Forger" while he does it and he'll probably leave some possessive handprints on your ass, too.

♡ Yor isn't much better, though. Being home alone with her is more common, and thus she feels there's more she can get away with. She'll make it a habit to touch herself near you when she thinks you won't notice, even though you can hear her little moans or feel how wet her fingers are when she finishes and comes over to touch your face, or even push them inside your mouth to pretend it's just a silly prank. When she gets more bold, though, she'll sit you down on the couch and insist on taking care of you by shoving her face between your legs and putting her mouth to work.

♡ If, somehow, they find out early on that the other has been messing around with you, they thankfully won't get jealous of each other. No, the couple will work together with an idea in mind immediately--Loid and Yor will start having sex when they know you’re around, and when you can hear it. It's rare, but when Anya is off at a friend's house for a sleepover or something of the like, the two will leave Loid's door cracked open and fuck in full view so you can see them. You can try to pretend you don't notice them, but in that case they'll keep going until they're finished before calling you in, and asking you with flushed faces to please clean up the sheets as Loid pulls out and spills cum all over them. If they're feeling generous, they'll leave it at that and revel in your embarrassment as you obey. But if not, Loid will grab you by the hair and shove your face between Yor's legs, and order you to lick up his mess until you're done so he can then get you to lick him clean, too.

♡♀️ Anytime Loid fucks you, he'll ask if you wouldn't mind giving him a baby so his daughter can have a sibling. You can say no every time and he'll just chuckle, without telling you whether or not he's going to try anyways. But say yes, and he'll make a point of inundating you with breeding talk: "Let's make a baby", "You'll look so cute with a baby belly", "Open up more so I can fill up your womb", that kind of stuff.

♡♂️ Yor is a little more shy around you, but she's even more ruthless in bed. Ties your wrists to the headboard and rides you, and begs you not to cum inside but makes no effort to get off when you cry out that you're close. If anything she tries to take you deeper, her knees spread out in the splits so she can swallow you to the base, and you're left to wonder if she's really trying to get you to knock her up.

♡ Yor is also more prone to sneaking into your room while the house is quiet during the night, and cuddling up beside you. She'll usually be wearing some kind of pretty lingerie to try and tempt you into touching her, and on rarer occasions, she'll even be completely naked and will rub herself up against your leg. If you don't stop her, you'll find her humping herself on your thigh or your fingers while she holds you and moans softly into your ear, and her whispering will slowly start to grow more possessive as she gets closer and closer to cumming. And when she's done, she'll get up and stumble back to her room on wobbly legs, unless you pull her back down to cuddle--and in that case, she'll shyly snuggle in closer so she can listen to your heartbeat as she falls asleep.

♡ Loid has an obsession with facefucking you. When the girls are out, he'll sit back in his chair and smoke a cigarette while you're perched between his legs, his belt buckled around your neck so you physically can't move away from him. He'll do work and scribble notes here and there, and every so often he'll loosen the belt so he can grab your hair and fuck your throat like an onahole, sometimes blowing his load into your mouth and sometimes just letting you know who's in charge before he buckles you back again to keep cockwarming him.

♡‼️ If you ever try to get away from them, you won't get very far. Especially if you try to take Anya with you for fear of leaving her to face their wrath alone--Loid will find you, and Yor will punish you. You won't have to fear a beating, but there are worse ways to make you suffer for rejecting the two of them. Yor will sedate you and carve "Forger" into your back so it'll scar permanently, and to be a little sweeter after she's done listening to your screams, she'll tattoo you with her and Loid's names on your inner thighs. Loid might also break your mind by fucking you and forcing you to repeat a myriad of phrases, probably while holding a gun to your head. "I love you", "I'm a Forger", "I'll never leave you", "You're my family", and "I'm sorry" will be common ones for him to brainwash you with, along with a few more indulgent ones like "I belong to you" and "Please make me cum, Mr. Forger".

‼️ Ultimately, if they can brainwash you, they will. The realization that both of them have been involved with you will come in second, because the most important thing is to work together to keep you in their clutches. They want to convince you that you don't need a life outside of them, that other people don't matter, and to just welcome the life that they can so easily provide you with. They at least know that Anya won't always need a caretaker and it terrifies them to think of that, so they'll take whatever extreme precautions are necessary to keep you safe and sound in their care.

☆ So just be their little companion, ok? It's much easier that way, and they really don't want to have to go so far as to eliminate the people in your family or your friends (romantic partners are different though, they'll thoroughly enjoying getting rid of them). They just want you, and that's it. That's not such a bad life, is it?

#yandere spy x family #yandere loid forger #yandere yor forger #loid forger x reader #yor forger x reader #loid x reader x yor #ot3 #hcs

[fan-goddess]

May I request Tom Bennett + face sitting and/or mutual masturbation, please? ♥️♥️

Authors Note: Here you go darling! To be honest I played with this a bit still i hope you enjoy it! 😊

Am I entirely satisfied though? No, no I am not. I wish it were longer and do dislike starting immediately with porn then some sorted plot, but it’s how I started it so I hope people like it more than I do

Warnings: F oral, dirty talk, fingering, teasing, m oral, use of she pronouns, (if I miss any which I know I will let me know!)

Taglist: @sofiyathecunt, @marvelgirl123, @sylasthegrim, @mochi-rose, @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @blue-serendipity, @omgbrcat

Toms eyes were practically black with lust as they stared intensely into your own, which looked back at him with hesitance and nervousness.

Your naked body all on display for him to ogle at and admire. It’s thrilling yes, but your nerves out way it by so much you can’t help but cross your arms over your chest in an attempt to cover yourself and preserve some dignity.

Ever though Tom has done so much worse to you than stare at your tits…

“Tom, I-I’m not sure about this…” You murmur, hands fiddling together as you sit on the edge of the bed.

“It’ll be fine love! You couldn’t hurt me even if you tried too. Now, come sit on your throne like your the queen of England!” Toms charm as ever, is turned to a hundred per cent. His smile alone leaves thoughts that turn the tips of your ears a deep maroon-ish red.

“Fine!” You huff, uncrossing your arms so your Tom can freely ogle at your perky tits with wide eyes.

Toms rough hands grab your thighs eagerly as he shuffles himself to lay on his back, his head resting on a pillow as you slowly move to hover yourself over Toms face. His warm breath already sending shivers down your body as his hands lock on your naked thighs eagerly pulling you to sit on his face.

“Oh god…” You whine, grabbing the headboard for stability as Toms warm wet tongue already begins to dive into your warmth and caress your special places.

“No god here missus, only me…” Tom murmurs with a grin, nuzzling his shape nose into your clit to give that extra bit of stimulation that already makes your knees want to buckle.

The nickname makes your heart flutter in fondness, but the sweetness of the moment is smothered by filthy words as one of Toms hands teases your entrance, whilst his lips suddenly sucks harshly on your throbbing clit.

You have no idea what words you manage to get out, as they’re all just heavy slurs on the tongue that slip out quickly and wantonly.

You’re hands clench so tightly on the headboard you can hear the wooden surface begin to creak from the pressure, your knuckles practically white with the amount of force your using to keep yourself from falling and dropping all your weight down.

Toms own pressure on your body though is near excruciating to feel. His tongue teeth and lips making your lower half feel like it’s on fire, and that’s not including his hands. One of which’s fingers are hitting that tough patch inside you that makes you see stars, and the others holds your upper thigh firmly to keep you steady and still as your own body tries to escape his tight punishing gasp.

The coil that seems to constantly grow and grow only gets tighter and tighter the rougher Toms use of your body is. Which is why your reaction is so wanton and loud when you feel that coil snap.

“OH SHIT TOM!” You yell, the grip on the headboard quickly moving to grip on Toms hair whilst you cum, his deep groan of pleasure causing a low sigh to sneak from your chest.

As you feel yourself practically collapse to Toms side when he releases you from his hold.

“So… did my missus enjoy her thrown?” If you didn’t love him, you would’ve backhanded him for his cocky attitude.

“Yeah love. I adored it!” You laughed, your face blushing slightly when you see his drenched chin. Your eyes widening though when they veer down and see Toms hard bulge straining in his trousers.

“Let me help with that Tommy…” You smile, shifting yourself so your sitting between toms thighs before moving to undo his belt.

“You know you don’t need to do that missus…” Tom begins to speak but his voice fails him when you pull down his trousers and begin to mouth at his covered cock.

“Fuuuuck missus…” He groans, placing a hand on the top of your head to stroke at it in praise. “Doing so fucking good for me…”

You stop for a minute to strip Tom so he’s now fully nude, and you can practically already feel your mouth already beginning to water slightly at the sight of Toms nude form. Now free for your to ogle and stare at to your hearts content.

Your hands by pure muscle memory begin to stroke and caress the various scars that litter Toms body, and your lips making sure to kiss each one tenderly and firmly.

Though when you move to kiss Toms tip and begin to slide his cock slowly into your mouth, Toms hand leaves a delicious throbbing pain behind as it tightens in your hair, and you can’t help but groan around his cock at the feeling.

His cock is too big for you to fully fit, a fact Tom can’t usually help but comment on, so your hand has to make use of what you can’t swallow. Still, by the way Toms moans and groans fill your ears, you don’t think he really minds that much…

You grin smugly around him as you already begin to taste Toms precum that starts to coat your tongue, and yet you can’t help but find yourself groaning at the taste.

“Fuckin hell missus…. Gonna make me cum in your pretty little mouth… is that what you want me to do huh? Cum down your pretty little throat and make you swallow all of me, huh?” His dirty words make you clench around nothing, and your movements quicken slightly as in your own way agree to his dirty statement.

Your head does try to nod the best it can, and when you feel Toms hand that had previously been gripping the sheets for dear life help take ahold of your head with a firm grip, you knew Tom realised your answer, and wouldn’t be playing nice from here on out.

One hand grabs at your hair in a make shift ponytail and pulls you of his cock to give you some air, whilst the other moves to wipe the drool that had spilled from you mouth with his thumb.

“What a dirty girl I have… bet she’d even let me fuck her pretty little throat till she’s crying… the wanton whorish little thing…” The dirty words mixed with Toms dark menacing glare, makes the ache between your legs all that more prominent. And it’s like some sort of daze when your head nods agreeing to Toms sinful suggestion.

“Fucking knew it…” He grins, moving your head over his cock while you allow it all to happen. Eagerly allowing your body to be limp whilst you allow Tom to control you to his wishes.

Your throat and jaw aches by the intensity of it all, and yet you power through it by breathing heavily through your nose and your mouth when you can.

You can feel Toms cock begin to throb in your mouth, and your tongue moves to trace across the vein down the side of his cock as you try to get him to cum on your mouth.

It doesn’t take long for him to do it though. The familiarly bitter yet almost strangely sweet taste bursts on your tongue, and you swallow it down dutifully and eagerly. Even smiling slightly when Tom taps on your chin and you open your lips immediately to show him your empty mouth cum stained mouth.

“Good girl…” Tom grins, holding your chin with his thumb and forefinger to drag and pull you into a deep and passionate kiss.

“Only for you love…” You grin, nipping his bottom lip slightly with your teeth as you lean back giggling slightly.

“Cheeky minx…” Tom laughs, running a hand down his shaking face pretending to be annoyed by your actions.

Your eyes run down his still heavy breathing chest, and they widen slightly in amusement and disbelief when you see his cock is still half hard against his stomach.

Toms own eyes following yours with a cheeky grin, his voice as mischievous as ever. “You wanna go again love?”

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❁ཻུ۪۪♡ eyes on me

Pairing - nerd!shuri x black!fem reader

Word Count - 10.7k (just vibe with me)

Contains - smut (18+), switch!shuri, switch!reader, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, choking/gagging/breathplay, throat-fucking, overstimulation, dacryphilia, strap-on, breeding kink, slight bondage (not really) mean!reader, just FILTH, some angst, some fluff

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Sneak Peak - “What’s that you’re working on, baby?” Your tone was low, sultry, a tool to invite her in to observe the way she would give into you. She looked up at you, a hint of thrill masking her beautiful face at the question and your heart grew at the way she lit up. She began to talk about nonsense that meant nothing to you, growing in excitement as you grew in boredom. True to your slightly mean nature, you yawned, almost intentionally knocking down her enthusiasm and her face grew saddened, choking down her words as you belittled her

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Writers Note: this is 100% inspired by @oceean and her story as well as her nerd!shuri head cannons she wrote, I fell in love instantly and just knew I had to write her! Thank you so much for your inspiration! I was also inspired by at least 2 of @pocketsizedpanther writing prompts (I won’t say which ones until the end) but thank you so much to you both for your incredible ideas! I apologize in advance for some of the readers actions but bear with me…enjoy this filthy fic!

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ The night before clouded your mind as you sat with the girl in front of you: Amari. While she wasn't officially your girlfriend, she meant more to you than just "friends with benefits" as defined by society. Amari fucked you hard enough to keep you around, yet you hoped she would take the initiative to make your whatever relationship you had with her official. However, that day never arrived, leaving you questioning if it ever would. And it’s not like you were afraid to take charge and ask her to be yours, but deep down you knew she simply wanted to have a good time with you, using you at her own convenience and keeping you close without the obligations of having to care for you beyond your body's physical needs, without having to love you beyond the way you made each other feel in bed.

And that is why your mind wandered to your previous night.

Your academic abilities were never impressive; in fact, you often questioned your overall intelligence, especially considering your past choices in romantic partners. However, Shuri willingly stepped in to assist you with your studies. Yet, the more time she spent helping you, the more you became aware of her remarkable beauty—the sharp contours of her face and the enticing fullness of her lips. Unable to resist, you found yourself captivated by her gaze, leading to an unexpected, breathtaking kiss between you both. It caught you both off guard but possessed a mesmerizing allure. She treated you delicately, and that moment was all it amounted to—a kiss that stirred emotions within you that you weren't certain you wanted to experience, yet undeniably, you did.

A firm kiss on your knuckles brought from Amari’s lips settled your mind back to her and your surroundings. Once she realized she had your attention, Amari reached out, intertwining her fingers with yours and placing another kiss upon your knuckles, evoking a forced laugh from you.

“What’s wrong, y/n? You’ve been quiet the whole time and don’t say ‘nothing’ cause I know your ass don’t know when to shut up, always talking. So what’s wrong?”

Nothing was wrong, per se, but how were you gonna tell her how you invited Shuri to your little brunch ‘date’? It was hardly a date though. Amari didn’t take you out on dates.

“Nothing,” you replied, subtly rolling your eyes in a way that you had hoped she wouldn’t notice but she did.

“I saw that.”

“You saw what?”

“You always rolling your eyes at something, so tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, I should probably just tell you I invited Shuri today. She’ll probably be here soon actually.”

“Shuri? Like…Udaku?”

“No, the other Shuri,” you replied sarcastically, rolling your eyes yet again.

“The fuck? What is she coming here for?”

Truth be told, you weren’t entirely certain what possessed you to invite Shuri to your brunch with Amari. You didn't even bother mentioning to Shuri that she would be there. But what you were certain of was this: you desired to experience her presence once more, to have her in a space that extended beyond the confines of your bedroom. You longed to observe how she would make you feel while Amari stood before you, curious if her mere presence would overshadow Amari's, despite your hopes that it wouldn't.

“Because why the fuck not? No one ever invites her to anything and plus she’s always helping me and shit with literally…everything. She deserves to get out every once in a while.”

The cafe was fairly quiet, allowing the gentle jingle of the door chime to catch both of your attentions simultaneously. It was Shuri, looking slightly awkward with her book bag slung over her shoulder and a petite bouquet of flowers in her hand. Amari couldn't help but release a soft yet teasing chuckle, prompting you to retaliate by lightly hitting her shoulder.

“Be nice,” you demand.

“Yuh huh.”

“I’m being for real, don’t fuck around.”

“Yeah y/n, whatever.”

Shuri scanned the café until her gaze finally locked onto yours. An intense gulp passed through her, her grip tightening on the book bag as she navigated her way toward the two of you. Seeing you accompanied by another person caused her head to droop slightly, her heart sinking as she held onto the bouquet of yellow and pink tulips. While taking her seat at the vacant spot around the table, she licked her lips causing Amari to release yet another derisive chuckle. You glared at her, using your eyes as a means to tell her to shut up.

“Shuri, Amari. Amari, Shuri,” you say, acquainting the two girls to one another.

“Hi,” Shuri responds, making eye contact with no one but the wooden table underneath her. For a brief moment, a pang of guilt washed over you. You could simply sense the deep nervousness emanating from Shuri's entire being, evident in her difficulty to maintain eye contact with either of you. You alone had the power to make her tremble, make her trip over her words, but with Amari now present in the equation, her nervousness seemed to escalate beyond measure.

Amari looked at you, raising an eyebrow in question of your decision to invite her here but you shrug your shoulders back at her. Initially, you made an effort to engage Shuri in small talk, but your questions were met with short responses, her voice trembling with nerves. It reached a point where frustration and annoyance welled up within you, irritated by how Amari seemed to have Shuri so flustered. As a result, you chose to ignore Shuri for the remainder of the brunch as you indulged in flirtatious behavior with Amari. You sulked in every kiss and hold she gave you, fully aware that Shuri was observing, despite her attempts to appear uninterested. Shuri eventually retrieved her work from her book bag, delicately placing her textbook on the table as she chose to focus on her tasks rather than the moments you were sharing with someone else. An eye roll escaped you once more, a sign of your annoyance. You couldn't help but perceive her as a bit of a loser—a cute one, admittedly, but still a loser.

The brunch gradually drew to a close, marked by a scarcity of conversation between you and Shuri, who remained absorbed in her own world, diligently attending to her tasks. You exchanged your goodbye’s with Amari as she made her way out, allowing a sense of relief to settle over you. At last, you found yourself alone with Shuri.

You turn your body to face hers and for the first time in what seems like the whole time she was there, her eyes met yours. You ignored the way your heart skipped a beat with the way her gaze made you feel, eyeing the bouquet of tulips that rested beside her text book.

“Who are these for?,” you teased, plucking a petal off and flicking it at her face. Shuri winced at the gesture, pressing her glasses into her face as she gathered the courage to tell them they were meant for you. The sight of Amari holding your hand, kissing you, embracing your body made her feel small. Weak. Nothing compared to the sharp presence the other girl carried.

“Well…I brought them for you but then…I saw you with her. So nevermind I guess.”

A gentle chuckle escaped your lips, a mix of delight and uncertainty, as you appreciated the gesture of her gift. Being given flowers was a new experience for you, especially after sharing such a small, insignificant moment. Shuri, however, looked down in a state of embarrassment, wishing to disappear into a void as she set the flowers on the ground. She found no amusement in the situation but your laughter persisted, raising her sense of humiliation. Gradually, your laughter subsided as you composed yourself to find the right words.

“No Shuri, no. I love them, it’s just…look baby. Just because we shared some lame kiss last night doesn’t make us lovers, ok? Don’t get that shit twisted.” Your words were a bit harsh, that you can admit, but you wanted the point to get to her. “Do you understand me?”

She nods and a small smile appears on your face. “Good.”

You look down at her work, almost entranced by numbers and letters that scatter across her paper in patterns unknown to you. Truly, you couldn’t care less about what she was working on, but you wanted to hear Shuri talk, listen to her voice and the quality it carried.

“What’s that you’re working on, baby?” Your tone was low, sultry, a tool to invite her in to observe the way she would give into you. She looked up at you, a hint of thrill masking her beautiful face at the question and your heart grew at the way she lit up. She began to talk about nonsense that meant nothing to you, growing in excitement as you grew in boredom. True to your slightly mean nature, you yawned, almost intentionally knocking down her enthusiasm and her face grew saddened, choking down her words as you belittled her.

“Come on Shuri, I’m playing. You know I don’t actually care about this shit. Don’t act all surprised now.”

Shuri sighs, shutting the textbook as she stuffs it back in her book bag. She stands up, preparing to leave and her action catches you off guard.

“Uh uh..sit down. Where do you think you’re going?”

“I…why did you invite me here? You clearly don’t want me to be here and you’re being mean.”

You couldn’t help but let out another small laugh. As much as you were trying to fess up to her, fit into her bubble, she made you giggle. You grabbed her wrist, pulling her back down onto her chair and she complied without objection. You tenderly pinched her jaw, forcing her to look at you because you were tired of the lack of eye contact she was making with you.

“I’m not being mean, Shuri, you’re just too easy to poke fun at. Loosen up and have a little fun.”

Her eyes beamed at you, a sly smile appearing on her face as you began to subtly caress her strong features. She surrendered to your touch willingly, almost as though she had yearned for this moment for an eternity. Your fingers brushed against her glasses, causing Shuri to instinctively recoil ever so slightly from your embrace.

“What’s the matter? You look adorable in these,” you mention, lightly tapping the frame. You pull them off of her in a playful manner and instant fear strikes her gaze.

“Please don’t…don’t break them please.”

You smile, placing them on your face. You scan the room, unable to see a thing through her glasses.

“Damn, Shuri. You got some shitty ass prescription, don’t you?”

Her throat tightens as she struggles to respond, fearing that you may damage her glasses. You observe her unease, her fidgeting, yet you choose to disregard it. Instead, you open up your Snapchat camera, relishing in how pretty you feel in her glasses.

“How do I look?,” you asked playfully, ruffling your fingers through your curls. Shuri’s eyes disconnected from yours once more, looking down at the ground as she mumbled.

“You look really pretty, y/n.”

You clenched her jaw once more, this time with a tad bit more force as you made her eyes bore into yours for what you hoped to be the last time.

“Hmmm? Look at me angel when you say shit like that. Again, Shuri. How do I look?” You found immense satisfaction in the power dynamics that enveloped your interactions with her. The dominance you exuded in her presence delighted you to no end. Shuri's trembling before you served as a subtle affirmation of her desire, a constant reminder of how deeply she yearned to be with you and it made you feel desirable; a feeling you hardly felt when you were with Amari.

“Y-you look really pretty…with my glasses on.”

You smile tenderly, placing the glasses on her face as you bop her nose with your finger, making you both giggle. Her smile made you feel warm.

“There’s a party going on tonight, can you come please?” You weren’t going to take no for an answer.

“I’m not really a party person, y/n. Plus I got stuff to do.”

“Yeah? Like what? Sit at home and do this boring shit all day?,” you say, mentioning Shuri’s school work. “Have some fun for once. And I’m not taking no for an answer.” Although your words were demanding, your tone was soft, more gentle as you didn’t want to frighten the already trembling Shuri in front of you.

“I’m not leaving here until you agree…I wanna see you again Shuri.”

She grapples with crafting a response to your stern words, driven by a strong desire to satisfy you and bring you joy, because she too wanted to spend time with you, engage in conversation, but ultimately, she craved your undivided attention. She longed for you exclusively and alone.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, Shuri? Speak to me.”

“Where’s the party gonna be?,” she mumbles, and this time you allow it.

“At Amari’s house.”

She subtly crinkles her nose, a faint eye roll following and you raise an eyebrow at her mannerisms. You were well aware of the motive behind her reaction, but you wanted to hear it verbalized by her.

“What?”

“What?”

“What’s wrong with Amari’s house?”

“Nothing…”

“Then what’s the long face for, Shuri?”

She releases a weary sigh, opting to remain silent as you patiently anticipate an answer she chooses not to provide. You roll your eyes in response as you pull out your phone to text her the address.

“Party starts at 9:00, I’ll see you there. And it’s not a question.”

As she attempts to open her mouth in protest, you swiftly bring your finger to her lips, silencing any words before they can escape. The tension in her throat becomes apparent as she swallows hard, the bobbing motion a testament to her internal struggle. With a tender kiss upon her lips, you convey your longing to meet again without having to explicitly acknowledge it verbally. But to Shuri, it meant something completely different; she yearned for you deeply but you just didn’t have the capacity to reciprocate her needs. Not yet anyway.

“I’ll see you later, Shuri.” Your final words before taking off, leaving Shuri with nothing but the pink and yellow tulips she brought for you.

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You leaned your body into Amari’s, red cup in both of your hands as you indulged in the liquid inside. The pulsating music coursed through your veins, dictating your every movement as you sensually pressed your body against the woman behind you.

“You look so sexy tonight,” Amari whispered into you, her voice sending a deep chill up your spine.

“Yeah…that’s all I look like to you nowadays.”

“What does that mean?”

You took another sip of your drink, savoring the sting that poured down your throat.

“Nothing,” you replied. You continued to sway in rhythm, moving sensually as Amari handled every inch of your body like she owned you. It seemed as though she genuinely desired you, and for an instant, her actions almost swayed you. You were aware of what she craved in that very moment – she yearned for your submission, for your vulnerability, wanting you to surrender completely to her touch. And with each passing second, you found yourself succumbing a little more to her allure. However, your attention abruptly shifted as you noticed who had just entered through the door; her bookbag on her shoulder while still grasping onto the tulips you were meant to take earlier and your heart sank at the image. You had underestimated the hurt that Shuri must have felt, leaving behind the flowers she had brought you. Your mind had been too preoccupied with other matters to fully comprehend your actions.

“I’ll be right back,” you spat, chugging down your last bit of alcohol.

“Where you going, baby?”

“I said I’ll be back.”

Amari picked up on your tone and you're thankful she chose not to engage in an argument at that moment. She pulled you closer, pressing your back into her chest as she placed a tipsy kiss into your cheek before harshly letting your body go. Shuri patiently waited for you by the door, visibly exhaling with relief as you made your way towards her. With a discreet gesture, you beckoned Shuri to step aside, hoping to avoid Amari's notice. You appreciated the fact that Amari resided in a spacious house with several roommates, as it allowed you to swiftly guide Shuri into the bustling crowd, sinking into a secluded corner where prying eyes would not find you. Shuri trembled, but this was nothing unfamiliar. It was precisely the way you wanted her to be.

“You made it,” you playfully remarked, draping your arms around her neck, initiating a gentle swaying motion in sync with the music. Shuri quickly caught on to your intentions, recognizing your subtle efforts to coax her into dancing with you.

“I-I’ve never done this before,” she stammers, clearly tense from her own self-doubt.

“You’re doing amazing, baby, just follow my movements.”

It took a moment or two, but Shuri gradually let her guard down, slowly allowing herself to indulge in the intoxicating combination of your presence and the music. Once you notice her growing comfort in your embrace, you dangerously decide to escalate the intensity. You spun your body around, pressing your back into her chest and it initially caught her off guard, but she adjusted to the new dynamic. You gently pressed your ass into her crotch area, igniting a deep fire within Shuri that caused her face to grow warm. You smiled, because even though she wasn’t directly facing you, you could sense the heavy pound of her heart break out of her chest and fall onto your back.

“Just relax, Shuri,” you whispered and she obliged, resting her head into your shoulder and you couldn’t help but notice the dampness that began to form in between your legs. It was silly to you, how easily you became aroused with Shuri with just her presence alone. She bravely pecked a kiss into your neck and you figured that was your que.

“Wanna go upstairs?”

“Hmm?”

You turned around to face her, met with a body that screamed in fear but eyes that longed in desperation.

“You heard me, baby. Answer me.”

Her head sunk low as she gathered the courage to reply to you. Shuri wanted you desperately. She wanted to explore you, feel you, make you feel good and watch you as you gave into her touch. This, her mind was absolutely sure of so she did not let her mouth betray her. Not this time.

“Yeah.”

“Louder Shuri, I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, y/n. I wanna go upstairs.”

You smile. “Perfect.”

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“What’s on your mind, Shuri? Open yourself to me.”

Shuri’s hands trembled, her palms growing sweaty as she anxiously waited for you to make the first move. For a moment, the room seemed to close in on her, suffering her with a mix of anticipation and self-doubt but once you pressed your lips into hers, it was as if all fear had been lifted, basking in the way you carried the kiss. You wrapped your arms around her neck, your nose bumping her glasses and you giggled at the touch. Your lipgloss smears on her lips, and she savors the taste of you, lingering in the love you gave her now.

“You’re so beautiful Shuri,” you say, and you mean it with every fiber of your being. “Tell me you want this, that you crave this as much as I do. I want to know that you’re ok.”

“I want this,” she replies instantly, her fast response quickening the beat of your heart and the beat that began rising in between your thighs. “I want you so bad, y/n.”

Shuri scrunches your mini dress up to your hips, her eyes growing wide at the damp spot that formed on your panties. You opened your legs wide for her as she became more and more mesmerized with the way you soaked through the material.

“C-can I touch you? Please…?”

“My legs are open for you, baby. Do whatever the hell you want to me.”

She swallows, consuming a huge intake of oxygen as her fingers trace the contours of your body. With affectionate care, she caresses you, as if desiring to prolong this moment indefinitely. Once her hands find your pussy, she pulls off the fabric and swiftly discards it aside, all while her eyes become deeply fixated on your glistening center. Without delay, she glides her tattooed fingertips between your sticky folds, causing you to sharply inhale at the sensation. Your nerves quiver under her touch as she drags her fingers across your pounding clit. She takes the tips of her index and middle fingers and applies pressure to the sensitive bud, moving them in a circular motion that forces a moan to escape your throat.

“Do you like this?,” she asked and you grew confused because here you were, a moaning mess with her fingers covered in your slick and she was asking if you liked it.

“Yes, unh, yes Shuri…ooo fuck yes. Just like that baby, keep going. Unh.”

Her hands were skillful, pressing into your bundle of nerves that made your throb intensify, your gut beginning to clench as you felt your release approach. Shuri skillfully directed her fingers down to your entrance, pressing against your tight opening without fully submerging herself into you. She traced delicate circles around your entrance, watching the way you squirmed in desperation as your pussy grappled with her fingers, trying to draw her in. A crooked smile graced Shuri’s face as she witnessed how hungry your body grew for her, how needy your pussy became for fingers and the sight of you made her own pussy clench around nothing. Finally, she dipped her fingers into you, and your mouth fell open in awe as her skilled digits effortlessly found that precise spot inside you that yearned for her touch.

“Oh my god, Shuri, yes. YES. Right there.”

She thrusted into you, your pussy clenching her fingers frantically as your legs squeezed together in pleasure, but Shuri wasn’t having it. She wanted to see you, get lost in the sight of your longing and how much your pussy swallowed her fingers.

“Please y/n, keep your legs open. I want to see you.”

With a deliberate motion, she spread your legs apart once more, granting herself a perfect vantage point of what belonged to her. She observed you intently, studying the way your mouth dropped open, the way your eyes rolled back and refocused to meet her gaze, the way her name sounded falling off your pretty, sinful lips.

“You’re so pretty.”

And with that, she brought her fingers from her other hand into play, pressing them against your sensitive clit while her other hand remained immersed in your soaked pussy.

“Tell me what you’re feeling, y/n. I wanna know that I’m making you feel good.”

“Shuri…fuck. Oh my god…you make me…you make my pussy feel so fucking good.”

And this much was true. A feeling that left your entire body tingling, your chest heaving up and down as you struggled to keep up with your shattered breathing pattern.

“Mmm. H-how are you s-so…unh…fuck…so good at this? UNH.”

“I know my human anatomy very well.”

“Of course y-you do, baby. Of course you fucking do. Shit. FUCK. I’m gonna…fuck Shuri.”

“You’re close. I can feel it, y/n.” She was absolutely correct. “Can I taste you?”

Your head swings forward in surprise at her question, almost inclined to shake your head in disagreement as you were already overwhelmed with the way Shuri was fucking you like you meant nothing and everything all at once; but there was a desperate plea of innocence coated in Shuri’s eyes for how much she longed to place her mouth in between your thighs that made it so much more difficult to deny her request.

“Go ahead Shuri, taste me.”

With wide eyes and a shy grin, she positions your legs over her shoulders, eagerly indulging in the act of pleasuring you with the ways of her tongue and the way she devours you is nothing short of orgasmic bliss.

“Ah! Oh my fuck, Shuri. UNH.”

The Shuri who could calculate the most impossible calculations in a spliff or create the most inventive of things in days was sucking your drenched pussy as if you were her own experiment, her own assignment to complete until you were shivering in her grasp.

Her tongue was skillful, coated with your cream as she flicked and pressed into you. She brought her chin and nose into play, swiping through your slit and the sensation was euphoric, sending electric waves throughout your pussy that radiated throughout the rest of your body in thick motions.

“Oh fuck Shuri, fuck baby, keep doing that. You’re doing in-incredible. Mmm, yeah, Unh.”

You looked down at her, dark orbs never leaving your gaze as she basked in the sight of you. She wanted to keep you like this forever, and this proved evident through the way she placed her fingers back into your snug cunt.The overwhelming pleasure consumed you as her tongue caressed your clit and her fingers delved inside, expertly targeting your g-spot simultaneously. The sensation of her glasses brushing against your inner thighs heightened the experience, as she continued to ask for your reassurance.

“Please, y/n. Tell me how I’m doing. Do you feel good?,” she asked before proceeding to suck on your puffy clit.

“I’m so wet for you, Shuri. Don’t stop…I’m s-so close. Fuck .”

You placed your hand on the top of her head, grasping her soft curls as her fervent stimulation at your core became sloppier and heavier. Your pussy clenched her fingers, your clit fluttering against her taste buds and the double penetration propelled you swiftly towards your climax. With a few more dual pumps and licks, you were sent over the edge, completely vanquished from head to toe by the deep and slow pulsations that coursed through your pussy walls.

“Yeah! YEAH! AHH…yes Shuri, oh my…f-FUCK.”

Your cries in pleasure did not force Shuri to stop her movements both in and on you, continuing to fuck you as your cunt spasmed beneath her touch, your vision becoming nothing but a foggy haze.

“Shit Shuri, I’m cumming babe, I’m cumming!,” you struggled to say, trying to squirm out of her grasp.

“I know. I heard you. I just like seeing you like this,” she hums into your pussy.

She released her fingers from inside you as she stuck her tongue out fully, allowing you to ride your throbbing clit against her tongue. Your slick was audible against her, a loud sloshing sound that mixed in with your vile moans; a musical duo that made Shuri’s pussy clench in satisfaction.

“SHURI.”

As your mind and body struggled to descend from your blissful high, the shaking girl beneath you raised her body to meet your gaze once again. Her face bore the evidence of your intimate encounter as your cum glistened against her, staining the lenses of her glasses. You reached out your hand to caress her cheek in an attempt to soothe her nerves.

“W-what’s wrong baby? Why are you shaking?,” you managed to say through your own post-orgasmic state.

“Was…was that ok?”

You almost scoff at her unbelievable question.

“Baby…your head was between my trembling thighs and my pussy’s still beating …how are you even asking me this shit right now?”

She remains silent as her eyes scan your face, never quite connecting with yours as her face flushed with warmth. Your lips press against hers, savoring in your flavor, and she responds with a soft yet passionate moan.

“Let me take care of you, Shuri,” you say, beginning to unbuckle her pants but she holds your wrists, pausing you midway. With a deep inhale, she presses her forehead on yours, bringing your knuckles to her lips.

“Not tonight, y/n. I just wanted to make you feel good.” Her voice was low and husky, probably the clearest words she’s spoken today and it made your pussy pulse. She reaches down beside the bed, grabbing the flowers you were meant to take earlier. They weren’t as fresh as they first were, but the gesture made you want to cry.

“Fine…but don’t think I’m done with you,” you replied, retrieving the pink and yellow tulips. “I’ll see you tomorrow? 4:30? I need help with another assignment.”

“I’ll be there.”

After planting a final kiss on her swollen lips, you make your way to the bathroom to freshen up. It's important to you that there is no evidence of Shuri's touch remaining on your body when you return to face Amari. You know that she will undoubtedly be curious about your absence at this very moment, although deep down, you're aware that she doesn't genuinely care.

You make your way to the bathroom to restore yourself. With a touch of powder, you freshen your face and carefully apply a new layer of gloss to your lips. You took a moment to adjust your dress, which no longer hugs your body as it should, and ensure it falls perfectly. With a final adjustment to your hair, you gaze at the reflection before you, appreciating the image that stares back. You discard the flowers into the trash as it was the final evidence of your time with Shuri before heading downstairs to rejoin the party.

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The next day approaches, waking up in your dorm room with Amari beside you, both of you absolutely fucked out from the intense night you two shared after the party. You groaned in frustration, pulling your blanket over your head as your previous night came flooding back to memory. You looked at your clock that read 4:17pm and you cursed under your breath immediately.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

The realization dawns on you that you had completely lost track of time after the party. It was nearly 4 am when you finally made it back to your room, fucking with Amari for a good amount of time after before you had finally passed out from exhaustion. Shuri promised she’d be in for 4:30pm to help with your assignment and you were far from ready. You opened your messages to text her, hoping she’d be ok to reschedule for a later time.

*Hey does 7 work? I got caught up in some shit*

Three bubbles pop up on the screen almost immediately.

*Yeah, that works.*

*thank youuuuu*

*you’re welcome :).*

You started pushing at Amari to wake her up. “Babe, wake up. I got shit to do.”

“Hmmmm?,” she replies, still half asleep.

“I said get up. I need you to go.”

After a few minutes, she finally gets up, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Damn y/n, what’s the rush?”

“We overslept.”

“It’s a sunday babe, we can sleep however long we want.”

You sigh, pinching the top of your nose as you inhale deeply. “Look Amari, I just need you to go. I got shit to do.”

“What’s with the fucking attitude?”

Truthfully, you weren’t entirely sure where the sudden attitude was coming from but what you did know was you were beginning to grow deeply frustrated with how much Shuri was fogging your mind.

“I ain’t got no damn attitude but I will if you don’t get the fuck out of here.”

Amari scoffs. “The fuck is your damn problem? Don’t tell me this has anything to do with that girl.”

“Don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“Uh huh. I ain’t stupid, I saw those flowers in the trash can yesterday. Those same damn pink and yellow flowers. Who were you with last night when you were gone?”

A tight feeling began to wrench in your gut, accompanied by a sense of embarrassment short after.

“You just opening your legs for anybody now??”

“Does that bother you??”

“Yes that fucking bothers me, y/n.”

“I don’t see what your damn problem is with that, we ain’t even together.”

“Here your fucking ass goes again with this stupid conversation.”

You theatrically express your annoyance, intending to make your way towards the bathroom, but Amari seizes your wrist, halting you from proceeding forward. She loomed over you as she rose to her feet, and a brief surge of fear gripped you as her anger became transparent. Her eyes grew in that sense of possession that flared up everytime she thought you had been with someone else.

“Just can’t keep your legs closed, huh?”

“What is it to you?? What am I to you?? Besides a pussy you can fuck whenever you want because you know I’m so fucking easy.”

She lets go of your wrist, taking her place back down on the edge of the bed.

“She ain’t ever gonna fulfill your needs, princess. You’re too much of a brat.”

“I’m only that way when people bring that shit side outta me! How many times have I made it clear that I wanted you?? And you lured me in just to keep me around at your damn convenience, I’m sick of being your plaything!”

“Well apparently you for everybody now, so I don’t know why you’re so upset.”

Your frustration grew exponentially the more words pooled out of Amari’s mouth, driving you to a point where you could no longer tolerate being around her. You made your way towards the door, opening it with a deep aggravation.

“Leave.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I said leave. I don’t wanna see you.”

She snickers under her breath, making her way towards the door. Before she exits, she pauses at the threshold, turning around to face you as she leans on the doorframe.

“I’ll be at my place when you're done being a bitch.”

You roll your eyes at her, nudging her body out of the door frame before slamming the door in her face. Amari’s laugh rings through the door causing a shiver down your spine.

“Ain’t no way some nerd gonna fuck that pussy better than I can, y/n!,” she yells through the door. You exhale in relief, grateful to finally be alone.

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As 7pm approaches, you prepare yourself, donning a stylish two-piece pajama set that accentuates your figure just right, revealing the perfect hint of cleavage without appearing overly eager. You gathered your curls to the top of your head in a pineapple hairstyle and lightly applied makeup to rejuvenate your complexion. When the doorbell chimed, excitement surged through you, though you tempered your emotions. You opened the door to Shuri wearing a modest smile. You welcomed her inside, noticing a hint of weariness and sadness in her eyes, but you chose to ignore it for the time being.

“Hey y/n,” she said, and you most definitely noticed her eyes trail to your chest for a split second.

“Oh my god, thank you so much Shuri for rescheduling, some shit happened earlier and I just couldn’t fucking make it, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok.”

The evening progressed with Shuri assisting you, fulfilling her usual role, yet an inevitable tension filled the room, causing your muscles to tense, a sensation you were able to contain. Shuri, on the other hand, struggled to maintain her composure, her voice quivering and her hands trembling with increase as the study session unfolded. Although she helped you as she normally would, her words were briefer than usual, and you couldn't help but detect a subtle undertone of attitude in her words. You allowed the tension to soak up a bit more, until you realized you had both reached your limit.

“Shuri, baby, what’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?”

Of course she was going to play dumb.

“Don’t give me that. Don’t act like you ain’t got a little attitude right now, you think I don’t notice? Shuri, you’re shaking.”

Shuri looked away, purposefully avoiding both you and your question, seemingly hoping that you would relent and let the matter go. But she should have been aware by now that you were persistent in getting what you want…almost always. Determined, you firmly clasped her jaw, gripping her chiseled face tightly, as if to convey that this should be the final instance of reminding her to maintain eye contact when speaking to you.

“Shuri, my eyes are here. How many fucking times do I got to force your eyes on me?”

She trembled within your grasp, your signal to loosen your grip on her.

“Now talk to me…what the fuck is your problem?”

You let go of her as she takes a sharp inhale. “I saw her…come out of your dorm earlier…what-why was she here?”

“Who? Amari? Yeah, and what about it?”

“I…why was she there? What even am I to you?”

You erupted into a bitter, cynical laughter, a sound that pierced through the air causing Shuri's entire being to tremble, while her heart sank in despair. The minute you left her side last night, she grew overwhelmed with an intoxicating love for you. Seeing, tasting, touching, smelling and hearing you in the most intimate of ways while you cried out her name made her fall deep. However, arriving at your dorm mere minutes before your scheduled meeting, only to witness Amari exiting your room, shattered her in ways she never thought imaginable.

“Shuri…Shuri be fucking for real,” you finally say, coming back down from your laughter. “What are you to me?? Real question is who do you think you are to me? Cuz you out here acting like we dating just cuz we fucked once, buying me flowers and shit. You need to chill.”

The room fell into an oppressive silence as your words pierced right through her; the sadness, the heartbreak, it was all etched on her face but she knew where you were speaking from. She recognized the source of your words, realizing that you, too, spoke from a place of wounded vulnerability, pouring from a fear of receiving the care and treatment you deserved for far too long now. This understanding resonated within her, for she understood all too well but the impact of your words hurt her, and she grew weary of your indecisive language.

“Where did you put the flowers, y/n?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.”

“After all I just said, you worried about some damn flowers?? I tossed them in the trash.”

Determined not to shed tears in your presence, Shuri started gathering her belongings, preparing to leave the room and undoubtedly escape from your hurtful presence. It was in that poignant moment that you finally recognized you had overstepped a boundary. As you observed Shuri, you saw yourself reflected in her, witnessing the vulnerability of her shattered heart so openly displayed, just as you had once felt when Amari had treated you similarly. This realization struck you deeply—this time, you were the one inflicting pain, resembling the role Amari had played in your own life.

“Wait…Shuri, please. I’m sorry.”

She didn’t dare turn around while she continued to slip on her shoes, determined to leave through the door and leave you behind forever. Despite your initial resistance, you couldn't help but allow your guard to crumble, impulsively rushing towards her and enveloping her in a tight embrace. The intensity of the hug was so overwhelming that it felt as though your ribs might just crack under the pressure.

“What are you doing, y/n?”

“Please don’t go. I’m just…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Shuri.” You loosened your grip, wrapping your arms around her neck as she looked down at you. “Just…please don’t leave. Please.”

In a fleeting moment, soft glances were exchanged, and Shuri's eyes involuntarily drifted down to your lips, though she attempted to make it not seem so.

“You wanna kiss me, baby?”

She nodded.

“Then do it.”

She paused for a moment before pressing her lips into yours. Both of you embraced each other with a deep intensity, as if you had both yearned for this moment with equal longing, and as if it was a moment you wished to hold onto indefinitely. She grabbed your thigh, wrapping it around her waist as she drove herself deeper into the kiss, pulling a moan out of you that drove her insane. She was wet, absolutely salivating over you and you needed her. All of her. You wanted to hear her, taste her in the most intimate of ways. She picked you up, gently placing you back onto your bed. You wrapped your legs around her, trapping her body into yours as you continued to consume one another through heated kisses.

“I…I have something for you,” she admitted.

“Yeah? And would that be?”

“I-I want to try something…with you…if you’re ok with it.”

“I’m down for anything, my love. Just tell me what you need.”

Shuri's body shuddered against you at the choice of your words, "my love." She was aware of the potential regrets that may come from surrendering herself to you wholeheartedly, uncertain of the person you would be tomorrow but the power of your words and the warmth of your embrace compelled her to cast aside her concerns and fully surrender to you, embracing this ephemeral moment where you belonged to one another.

“I made a…a…strap.”

You raised an eyebrow at her. “You made one? You did not...”

“I did though. I made it so I can feel you like it was my own, I’ll be able to feel you wrapped around me.”

Her words ignited a warmth within you, causing your heart and pussy to pound in unison, your body aching to feel her. In that moment, she became your genius, playing with fire as she brought her invention into the picture. With a gentle touch, you caressed her face and she relished in the lingering embrace between you both.

“My poor princess, I’ve corrupted you…haven’t I?”

Her face wore a smile that was impossible for her to suppress, ridding herself of her clothes while securing her strap around her waist. She gracefully leaped onto the bed, resting her back against the headboard and the sight of her made your already dampened folds even more so, adding to the throb that coursed between your thighs. Her dark skin was flawless, her breasts impeccably placed on her chest, and it was no secret that she had put a meticulous effort into the details of her strap as it was visually apparent.

“Take off your clothes y/n…please. I wanna see you.”

You obliged, removing yourself from your pajama set but keeping your undergarments on. You made your way towards her, wrapping your hand around her dick as you began to pump slowly and sensually causing her to breathe in sharply at the sudden contact. Your unwavering gaze penetrated deep into her soul, forcing a fragile moan to fall from her vulnerable lips.

“How many times a day do you think about me Shuri?,” you ask, your voice seeping in lust as you proceed to stroke her. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. “Don’t be shy…tell me.”

“A…a lot.”

“Mhmmm…and what are we doing when you think about me?”

It was obvious she was trying to hold back, fighting inevitable moans that fought to escape the depths of her throat yet this only fueled you to pump her harder.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you baby.”

“Mmm, unh…we…we’re naked.”

“Don’t be shy, tell me what we’re doing.”

A soft whimper escapes her lips as your strokes push through her, revealing her struggle to maintain composure and hold herself together.

“I’m fucking you…with my dick.” Those were the most provocative words that have ever escaped her lip, a captivating melody to your ears that compelled you to keep going.

“There you go, my dirty fucking girl…was that so hard?”

She shakes her head back and forth as she finally lets her guard down, softly moaning at the throbbing sensation that coursed through her strap, pushing it back into her clit. You slowly caress her dick downwards, until your hand is wrapped at the base of her, leaving room for you to pull the rest of her into your mouth. You graze her tip with your tongue, circling around her and her breathing quickens. You waste no time pulling her all the way in, sucking on her while your hand works the base of her.

“Y/n…unh.”

Her moans began to escalate beyond her inability to swallow them down. This is exactly how you wanted her; helpless, wiggling under your control as you worked her through it. You push your mouth down on her, choking as your throat closes in around her girth. You felt everything, every twitch and every throb grazed the inside of your mouth only pushing you to keep going. Drool poured out of your mouth as her size blocked your airways, gagging and choking sounds coming from your throat as you sucked her like you hate her.

“Shit y/n…ah…bast.”

In that moment, she disregarded any concern for the intensity of her actions and the assault she had on your throat, fully immersed in the experience without regard for the impact it had on you. Your wet strokes and pumps sent her over the edge, a rhythmic wave-like sensation surged through her dick reaching towards her tender tip. She grabbed your curls, gently guiding your head to reach further, causing you to immediately gag as her tip hit the back of your throat.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” she manages to say between her breathy moans, but you kept going with no intention to stop until she spilled into your mouth. She created its size with true intention, wanting to feel you wholly and fully as she spread you open. She loved the way you looked, the way your mouth was so full of her and how your mascara poured down your cheeks as you maneuvered between sucking and choking below her.

“I’m…y/n I’m so close. Please don’t stop…please. Mmmm, ah.”

“Cum for me baby, spill into my mouth.”

Immediately, Shuri’s moans pierce your ears, an erotic scream filling the air as her thick cum poured into the back of your throat. You swallowed every drop of her, licking her tip dry as she wailed in pleasure.

“Shit y/n…oh my…ah-ohmygod!”

Your tongue swirls around her tip a few moments longer, and even though the sensation was overwhelming her, she allowed you to proceed. She let out a whimper, teetering on the edge of tears due to the slight overstimulation, yet the mere sight of you provided the strength to push through it. You bring your face up to meet hers, immediately pushing your tongue into her mouth as she tastes herself.

“You taste delicious,” you hummed. “What else do you wanna do with this?,” you ask, proceeding to stroke her with your hands. She doesn’t answer, instead shaking her head left and right frantically, her tip becoming so swollen with the way you continue to caress her.

“I…I can’t.”

“Ssshhh, yes you can princess, you can. You’re ok. Just tell me what you want.”

“Unh.”

“I can’t give you what you want if you don’t use your words, baby.”

She bit her bottom lip, holding back a quaking moan that sat on the edge of her tongue, overwhelmed with your words as your hand remained around her, squeezing just enough to soothe and intensify all at once.

“Y-y/n…I..unh…”

You grabbed her throat, pressing firmly into her windpipe that caused her to gasp and you smiled. You couldn't help but feel a deep admiration for the delicate and vulnerable appearance she presented in front of you, surrendering herself entirely to your control.

“Quit all that whimpering Shuri, talk to me. I wanna hear you say it.”

“I w-want you to f-fuck me. Please, y-y/n,” she struggled to respond between her trembling and your hand firmly wrapped around her throat.

“That’s a good girl…my pretty fucking princess.”

You let go of her throat, causing her to cough and you smirked at the sight. You took off your undergarments, leaving you entirely naked and open for Shuri’s gaze. You leaned back, opening your legs for her display and she practically salivated over the sheen dew that glazed your dark folds, paving way to the fleshy color that hid underneath. She attempted to crawl towards you, eager to rub you with her tip but you closed your legs instantly, pressing her back into the headboard behind her. You take your bra, tying her wrists together and she did nothing but let you, because she knew there was nothing she could do to stop you. She did not want you to stop.

“Give me a safe word, Shuri.”

“What?”

“A safeword…come up with one.”

“Tulips.”

“What?”

“T-tulips.”

You chuckled, absolutely drawn into her. You kissed her once more, and she moaned into your mouth.

“You got me fucked up, you know that?”

She nods vigorously.

“Now listen to me baby, I’m not gonna stop fucking you until I hear the word ‘tulips.” If you say ‘stop’, I’m not gonna stop. Do you hear me?”

She nods again and it’s not enough for you. You retaliate by snaking her throat once more, applying a firm pressure into her windpipe.

“Use your words. I wanna hear you, make sure you fully understand what I’m saying.”

“You’re not gonna s-stop fu-fucking me until I say ‘tulips’.”

“Perfect.”

You sling her constricted arms around your neck, her wrists still tied together with your bra as you gently place your pussy on top of her strap, swallowing her whole and you both moaned in unison. Her dick stretched you in ways you had never been before, in ways Amari had never done to you, initially creating a slight burn inside you but the more you bounced, the more your pussy became accustomed to her size. With each movement, you ascended and descended, leaving Shuri in awe as her jaw dropped, overwhelmed by the feel of your tight squeeze.

“Y/n…oh my…fuck.”

“That’s it, my love. Keep doing that. Just….fuck…unh, just let it out for me. Give it all to me.”

Both of you felt each other immensely; you felt her massage your throbbing walls, her tip pressing into your g-spot repeatedly while Shuri whimpered at your clench. Your movements were filthy, deliberate; pressing harder onto her dick with your needy grip. The sight of Shuri before you, completely vulnerable to your movements, was a sight you could cum from alone. Her mouth was open, moaning in her utmost pleasure as she watched the way your breasts bounced with your obscene tempo.

“Y/n…AH…I’m so close. You feel so good. W-wanna fill you up. Fill you u-up so f-fucking bad. Shit.”

She lost her mind the more you squeezed her, her mouth running obscenities in ways it never would if her body were not feeling this abundance of pleasure. She rolls her head back, her eyes following but you grab her chin, forcing her eyes on you.

“Look at me while you’re all fucked up, baby.”

She’s always had trouble with eye contact.

“UNH…y/n! AH.”

“What does it feel like, Shuri? Tell me how my pussy makes you fucking feel…shit.”

“I can-can’t. I can’t!”

“Yes you can…fuck. Yes you can.”

“Mmm.”

Once again, you grab her throat, wrapping both hands around her as you proceed to ride her. Her eyes bulge open, coming back to meet yours without hesitation as she attempts to breathe under your tight grasp. She so desperately wants to clasp your wrists or forearms for support, but her cuffed wrists will not allow it.

“Nod if you’re ok,” you demand for reassurance. She nods.

“Now tell me how I make you feel, Shuri.”

“You make me feel so good, y/n. You make my dick feel so fucking good, ah! I think I’m gonna c-cum.”

“Hold it.”

“I…I can’t, y/n, please.”

“Yes you can…and you will. Now open your mouth nice and wide for me.”

She obliged, her mouth wide open while her tongue sticks out, coated in her saliva, a perfect node for you to stick two of your own fingers down her throat and that’s exactly what you do. Shuri gags, a guttural sound as her throat bobs and it turns you on immensely. You do it again. And again. And she’s crying, tears spilling down her cheeks as your fingers plunge into her throat.

“You’re so beautiful, Shuri,” you moan, sucking harshly on her throat.

“Are y-you…close?”

“Don’t worry about me, baby. Shit…ah. This isn’t about m-me. Focus on you.”

“I’m gonna cum, y/n.”

“I know my love, I know. Go ahead….f-fucking spill for me.”

Shuri let loose a resounding scream, originating deep within her core and erupting from her mouth. Her moans carried a profound weight, echoing with sheer ecstasy, as you absorbed her throbbing dick that grazed your g-spot, her warm cum pouring inside you. It should have served as a warning, a signal to cease the merciless pumps, yet you persisted. Your pussy continued to caress her through it, fucking her until her sight became nothing but a black night. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, delicately clinging to her beautiful lashes at the way your pussy overwhelmed her.

“Bast…Y/n…pl-please. St-stop. UNH.”

“You want me to stop?”

“Mhmm.”

“Then look me in the eyes and tell me to stop.”

Her eyes come back to face you, her lenses stained with her tears that refuse to cease and she says nothing. Sobs rip from her mouth, a second orgasm approaching before she can even climb down from her first one.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Shuri’s heart rate escalates beyond control, her chest tightening as the room around her becomes a blur. She’s panting, moaning as she’s taking it all in. An immense build up of pressure builds up in her dick once more, and she cum’s for the second time.

“Y/N.”

You don’t stop. The third time.

“Fuck! ANH!”

Fourth.

“STOP!”

“Stop?”

“Mhmmm.”

“No.”

You readjust yourself so your back is facing her, giving her the most perfect view of the way your cunt swallows her whole. You’re both so wet, so stained with cum as you proceed your brutal movements. Her hands that were at the back of your neck, are now at the front as she brings one to wrap around your throat for leverage. At this point, you had given up holding your composure of wanting to hold back how she felt inside you because she was heavenly and the more orgasms she had, the more swollen she became, filling you up more and more as her tip repeatedly hit that sensitive patch inside you.

“Fuck Shuri…just right there…r-ight fucking there, baby.”

“Y/n…”

“Mmmm. You’re such a good girl, Shuri. Cum again. Fill me up.”

“Y/N! UNH!”

“SHURI!”

You made no attempt to hide your orgasm this time, allowing yourself to be completely unraveled by her and the way she felt inside you. The blood coursed through your walls, causing you to expand and compress as you moaned through your pleasure. You placed your hand on top of Shuri’s hand, the one that gently compressed your windpipe and you pressed down, wanting her to squeeze harder.

“Choke me, baby. Choke me while I’m cumming for you. Please.”

She swallowed down a sob, but managed to perform the act. Shuri pressed firmly into your throat, forcing drool to pour out of your mouth as she choked you through your orgasm.

“Y-YES. AH!”

“I’m cumming again y/n, I’m cumming!”

Her grip on your throat increased as she suffered through her orgasm, unaware of how much she was restricting your oxygen intake but you were ok with that. As her hold on you is released, you come back around to face her, beginning to ride again in a tempo that shows how tired you truly were.

“S-stop…please.”

“Hmmm…?”

For a moment the room went silent, with nothing but the resounding sloshing of your bodies becoming one down below. She looked so ruined, so completely overtaken by you and your body and she was beautiful. Her eyes were so full of suffering yet so gentle as she took in her last view of the picture you created on top of her. You too were fucked out, mascara ruined and curls no longer as perfectly coiled as they once were but she reveled in the sight of you before she said it:

“T-tulips.”

You exhale. You sat on top of her, holding her as her strap remained inside you and you remained that way until your breathing patterns became somewhat normal. You hopped off slowly and the caress made her flinch.

“You are incredible, Shuri.”

As you release her bound wrists, she flinches at the slight pain. Faint indentations mark her skin where the tight material had pressed into it, and you tenderly plant affectionate kisses on those marks, filled with care and affection.

“You’re so beautiful,” you say, proceeding to kiss her wrists.

“Kiss me,” she begs. “I need you.”

She appeared so desperate, overwhelmingly craving your presence in that moment, and you couldn't help but discreetly roll your eyes and let out a soft chuckle. Not because Shuri's plea bothered you, but because you had come to a realization that you needed her just as deeply.

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You wake up to the embrace of unparalleled warmth, experiencing a level of comfort that had been absent from your life for some time. Shuri's tousled curls peek out from beneath the blanket as she lies beside you, her smell now sinking into its fabric. But that feeling was interrupted when you glanced at your phone and see numerous missed calls from Amari and you groaned in frustration as you pulled the blanket back over your head.

“Why is it you keep spending time with her if she makes you feel this way?,” Shuri asked, her voice startling you at first. She turned over to face you, both of you underneath your blanket.

“It’s none of your business, Shuri.”

For a moment, Shuri remained silent, a silence that became unsettling until she finally found her voice and spoke up for the first time.

“Last night you made me tell you what was bothering me, so now it’s your turn. Talk to me, y/n.”

“Uh huh…anyways.”

“Y/n.”

“What?”

“Can I tell you what I think?”

A genuine question, one that you know she’d most likely answer absolutely correctly and the thought bothered you, but you let her proceed anyway.

“Go ahead, Shuri. What will your brilliant mind conjure up this time?,” you say with an attitude causing Shuri to slightly giggle.

“I think you keep Amari around because…she makes you feel wanted just enough to make you stay. I think you’re a little broken, and it’s not your fault, because people keep hurting you. I think…I think you love deeply and passionately but you suppress that part of yourself because no one has ever made you feel the same, and so you dim your light in order to keep yourself from getting hurt again when in reality, all you want is to be loved the way you love.”

You felt a need to sob, to break down in front of her. You wouldn’t allow it, not yet anyway. You pulled yourself from underneath the blanket, and she did the same. She rests her back against your headboard and you straddle her, pulling her in for a kiss.

“And how did you figure all that out,” you say, allowing a feeble tear to escape your eye but you quickly wiped it away.

“I did really well in psychology.”

Her answer made you both laugh, a sound that made you desire her that much more.

“Of course you did, pretty girl…of course you did.”

“You know…you’re the first person to ever call me pretty. No one’s ever told me I was beautiful before.”

“What?? No way.” Your surprise was authentic, for while Shuri may not have been regarded as the epitome of coolness, she was undeniably one of the most breathtaking individuals you had ever encountered. Her visage possessed a divine quality, sculpted for the gods. Her curls sat perfectly on the top of her head, tumbling like a cascading waterfall upon her brow. Her lips were irresistible, difficult to pull away from, yet it was her eyes that captivated you the most. Deep and mysterious, almost concealed by her the frames that surrounded them, yet they always revealed a yearning that didn't go unnoticed by you.

You pull her in for a kiss once more, her lips leaving yours as she begins placing firm pecks into your neck. You grasp her curls, sulking in the way your body heated up at her touch.

“Can I taste you again? Please…”

“Damn…what’d I do to you?”

Shuri chuckles. “You’re so pretty y/n, literally the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

You feel a tear escape your duct once more and you do nothing to stop it.

“You have the most beautiful body, I love your stretch marks and your dimples on your back. And I love your rolls and your thick thighs, and I love how you’re unashamed to show them off. And this face…such a beautiful face.”

“Shuri…”

“And even though you’re mean, I kind of like that too. Because you’re a challenge…and I’m good at those.”

Her words flowed effortlessly, flawlessly woven together. It was a stark contrast to the hesitant, stuttering Shuri you had come to know. This version of Shuri standing before you had no trouble articulating her thoughts, stumbling over no obstacles. She exuded confidence in her desires, and her desire was directed solely at you. She nuzzled her face into the curve of your neck once more, sucking on the skin as she rendered you powerless. No one had ever made you feel this way, making love seem like a genuine and attainable possibility.

“Are you still gonna see Amari? Because I don’t want to have to compete for you…b-but I will if I have to because I want you.”

You remained silent for a moment as tears began shamelessly pooling out of your eyes as you grasp into her, holding her tightly as if it was your last time. A soft sob fell off your lips, pushing your face deeper into the nape of her neck. She smelt so good, a welcoming aroma that began to fog all your senses. Amari was no match for Shuri, there was never a moment you spent with her that made you feel as you’re feeling now with the woman before you at this very moment. Amari was one that only wanted you at her convenience, when you benefitted her, but Shuri…

“I want you, y/n…all the time and all to myself.”

“You don’t have to worry about her anymore, Shuri.”

You pull out your phone and block her immediately, your first sign to Shuri that she would have your full attention.

“Wow…look at you go,” she replies in a sarcastic tone.

“Oh, so you got jokes?”

“I’m actually really funny…you have yet to see that side of me.”

Vulnerability. Not your strongest suit, nor was it the easiest. But you wore it well. To Shuri, you looked beautiful, a testament to yourself that your heart was still as big and radiant as it once was, even after the numerous hurt you’ve endured that seemed to weather you down. And Shuri loved you, wanted to show you what it meant to feel as such, and for the first time in a long time, your shield of protection had been set aside as you allowed your tears to flow freely in expression of how much you absolutely loved her. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

Prompts used by @pocketsizedpanther were:

Using Shuri’s throat as leverage while reader rides her

Tying her down and overstimulating her

#shuri x you #shuri black panther #shuri x reader #smut #shuri fanfiction #shuri smut #fluff #switch shuri #lesbian #sapphicvqmpires

[hiddengryffindor]

"It's too much" sneak peek

My next smut will be slightly long... okay maybe too long

...Ok, definitely it will be very long, but let's be honest, many of us love high detailed smut.

Garreth needs help, again. But this time one of his brews will have a special effect on him, Sebastian, and MC. Weasley managed to accidentally create a lust potion that caused a high carnal desire towards the one who drinks it, however, MC will have a different reaction to this potion... I won't say anymore since I don't want to ruin the surprise but...

Those who have a breeding kink better be ready :)

ALL UNDERAGED CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP

Here I'll leave you a sneak peek of the one shot, you can suggest me any idea you have on that pretty little filthy head of yours, I don't mind walking around hell for a while.

"It's too much" -- A very horny MC

Her swears and whimpers were hush when Garreth moved his face close to her leg, his freckled cheek brushed against her skin, his hand on her knee, keeping her on his shoulder, his breath brushed her flesh and then he bit the soft skin of her leg, causing a small tremble across her body. Garreth left a tiny red mark on her leg, then he bit again in another spot, occasionally licking the little red marks, leaving a wet trail across a small spot on her leg. His lips and tongue brushed and passed through a few battle scars from her last adventures, while his fingers kept her skirt away from his path. “Your skin is so soft… so delicate”

“G-Ga–rreth” her hands shaked, her wrist aching from the tight grip of the rope. She never imagined Garreth would be this… teasing. Part of her hated that small wish to meet more this side of Weasley.

“And you smell so good… just like a treat from honeydukes… but better”

“S-shut up…” She fought against the sweet and needy glare on his green eyes.

“I wonder how you taste…”

“Garreth, stop!”

Sebastian quickly woke up from the trance her whimpers caused on him. His hands kept her steady against his back, grabbing her waist slyly harder than Garreth’s grip on her leg. A hard sigh came out of him when one of his hands slowly moved up again, making her struggle one more. He kept undoing the buttons of her blouse, but this time was slightly different, he was more desperate, which caused to slightly tear the fabric of her blouse, making a few buttons fall to the floor. Her heart skipped a beat. Her white laced bra was now exposed, along with the rounded shape of her breasts behind it, her stomach and belly button. Sebastian bit his lip when her blouse was now open. The warm skin of his hand met her stomach, his thumb sweetly caressed her skin, keeping her sounds low.

“There, there… you are doing just fine darling”  

“Seb… please… Don’t do this to me” He hushed her again, kissing her slyly up from her collar bone, licking her neck until he reached her ear, taking the skin between his teeth, which made her tremble. Quickly she noticed her body was becoming too sensitive. It seems the potion was starting to cause its effects on her.

Garreth began to stand up slightly, letting her leg rest on the floor, her feets met the cold wood, his hands traced the curves of her legs, then her thighs, and finally stopped on her hips, close to the start of her skirt. His breath tickled the skin of her belly. He looked up at her, meeting her gaze.  

“Garreth…” 

“What’s wrong darling?” His voice was a hush whisper from his usual tone. She bit her lip when his words crashed against her abdomen.

“D-don’t–” 

“What?...”His hands caressed her hips, meeting the skin between the fabric of her skirt and the flesh under her unbuttoned blouse. “Don’t what?”

Sebastian felt slightly jealous, watching her reactions to Garreth’s touch and words, his possessive side became present. The brunette boy moved the hand that was resting on her stomach towards her chest. A little gasp came out of her when suddenly his fingers touched the  fabric of the bra. He was going to be the first one who would touch her most secret places.

“S-Sebastian!” 

Garreth felt her body squirm when Sebastian’s hand met the warm skin of her chest. He watched her expressions while the Slytherin boy teased her with his fingers close to her breasts, toying with the fabric of her bra. His eyes met with Garreth’s eyes, they weren’t friendly but neither threatening, just possessive.

“Are you seriously going to act like this now, Sallow?” A confused sound came out of her after Garreth’s question.

“What? A little competition won’t harm anyone” Sebastian said with a small chuckle.

Garreth took Sebastian’s sudden action as a challenge. With a low chuckle the redhead boy guided his hands to each side of her hips, sliding until they found the starts of her skirt. Another little gasp escaped from her mouth when his fingers slid through the fabric. Her bounded wrists grabbed his red hair, her fingers holding hardly and pulling him away, making him let go a pained groan.

“I forgot how difficult it was for you to keep steady in one place” Garreth whispered against the flesh of her naked belly, knowing this made her squirm. 

A tired smirk appeared on his face and he grabbed her wrists, her fingers letting go of his hair, pressing them against her chest. Sebastian quickly took hold of her wrists so Garreth could finish his current task. His hands grabbed the fabric of the skirt. A groan coming from Garreth was heard in the room, but it died under the sound of something being ripped apart. A gasp escaped from her when the cold ambience of the place met her legs. The Gryffindor boy ripped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing her white cotton panties. She quickly closed her legs and fought against Sebastian’s grip.

“No! please don’t–!”

“Easy… easy” Sebastian whispered, wrapping an arm around her while the other moved to her back, slowly going up. Her attention went back to Garreth when now his hands caressed her thighs, trying to spread them. 

“Could you open for me?...” 

“Never” 

“Isn’t the sensation killing you too? please… I can’t take it anymore”

see you soon~

#sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy x reader #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian x mc #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow fic #sebastian sallow fanfiction #garreth weasley #garreth x mc #garreth x reader #garreth x you #garreth weasley fanfic #garreth weasley smut #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley x mc #garreth weasley x you #Garreth weasley fic

[shiviwrites07]

You're cute when you're jealous

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Warnings : This is my first time writing fluff. Anyways I hope you enjoy.

This was not supposed to go this way. But Gojo Satoru wouldn’t say he minded it though.

After a tiresome mission of fighting of 1st grade curses at a nearby high school, Gojo agreed to treat the trio (after an earful of begging from Itadori and Kugisaki and a cute pout from you of course). But his choice of place, well Megumi isn’t delighted at all as he stands among a crowd of people dancing under neon lights, smoking at the bar and kissing in the bathroom. He wished you would’ve changed Gojo’s mind, however even you weren’t strong enough to say no to the puppy eyes of his. So there they were, underaged, in a bar, with no idea whatsoever of how things worked. 

                 Gojo had pleaded to let him sneak a glance at your outfit, but you said that it was going to take a while for you to get ready so here he was, drink in hand, sitting on a barstool as women threw themselves at him. He tried ignoring her, but she was persistent. Even when he started conversing with itadori, she wouldn’t leave his sight. She wasn’t too pleasing to look at either. The home finally huffed and walked away when she heard Gojo snicker while staring at her. What she didn’t know that Gojo was snickering at the idea of how your reaction would be, if you had been here. And that was the start of his masterplan! 

                              He allowed women to touch him, not too intimately though, because he knew you were bound to walk in any moment now, while Itadori watched with an awestruck expression at how his sensei could attract so many women. Just when a blond girl was trailing her hands down his chest, the whole club quietened. Everyone watched as the sound pf clicking heels got louder. A curious Got looked past the blondie to see you, in the sexiest dress he had ever seen. A cyan dress, tightly fitted to show your accentuated curves, falling right between you thigh. A long v-neckline gave all men a glimpse of your cleavage and made their cocks throb in their pants. To complete the looks you had applied a smoky eye makeup with a bold red lipstick. The long girl watched with envious eyes as you perched yourself down on the seat next to Gojo and said “You like what you see? ;)” 

                             Gojo had no words. He had Never seen you in this form. So did the trio as they stood with their mouths open. The first to recover was Nobara as she said, “Sensei, how do you manage to look stunning in everything? And that dress, Wow. Can we go shopping together one day? Pleaseeee” You smiled a her and said “Of course we can. I’ll pay for your stuff too.” Right as Gojo was about to say something, a hand wrapped around your waist from behind as your breath hitched. The trio gulped in fear when they saw the anger and jealousy radiating off Gojo when the stranger bent down to your ear and said, “Hey baby. I saw you come in. You looked like you want to be fucked by a real man. So let me show you how it’s done.” You looked so uncomfortable that it made Gojo even more angry. When the stranger started moving his hand upward, before you could do anything, a punch landed on his face causing him to stagger back and fall on the floor. “Get your filthy hands off my girlfriend fucker!” Said Gojo in a coming voice, as he wrapped his arms protectively around you.

                                        The guy scrambled off as blood started gushing out of his nose. The first one to break the tension among them was Itadori, who started snickering which turned into full blown laughter, followed by you and the others which led to Gojo pouting and whining about how it was unfair of you to look better than him, causing you guys to laugh even more. Placing a small kiss on Gojo’s lips, you cradled his cheek and said, “Toru…you look handsome too, not much as me but I still love you. Besides, you’re cute when you’re jealous.” And that, was the first time you saw Satoru Gojo blush so hard in his life. 

Sooooo

Wrote something after a long ass hiatus finally.

So sorry for the delay :’(

Sayonara 

-Shivi ❤️♑️

#jujutsu kaisen satoru #gojo satoru #gojo sensei #gojo fanfic #itadori yuuji #gojo x reader #gojo imagine #jujutsu nobara #jjk megumi #gojo x you #jjk satoru #oh boy #goddess #oh god #im so bad at this #im so bad at tags #i tried

[lordsireno]

Urban explorer Goal has her next target in sight: The mall that was abandoned after a fatal fire. And this time she's got friends.

Rufus came on the promise of spending the night with a beautiful girl in an all you can smash and steal event. Cletus came along on the promise of spending the night with a beautiful girl, but did it really have to be somewhere so filthy? Toni was here as the usual company Goal had on her trips, and Argus had been instructed to bring Goal home the moment something went wrong.

But there may be more secrets to uncover than just the back rooms and service tunnels...

(intro snippet under the cut!)

“I can’t believe I let myself be dragged along on this stupid excursion.”

No one spared Cletus a glance as the five emerged from the overgrowth, out onto the cracked pavement of the parking lot. Before them loomed the massive structure of the abandoned shopping mall, stretching off into the distance.It was a mild evening, warmth slowly fading now the sun was on the other side of the building, with a breeze that gave way to quiet squeaking of broken lights and rustling of dried out bushes.

“Alright, according to the map-” Goal took the folded paper from her pocket, something she’d copied from the library archives, “There’s a fire escape that leads into the cinema. Hopefully since this end is so far from the entrance and damaged areas, it should have the least amount of security.”

Toni gave a small laugh as she dropped her cigarette and snuffed it out with her toe, “Don’t you find it ironic we’re sneaking in through a fire escape, when this place was shut down because people couldn’t escape the fire?”

“Let’s try to respect those who gave us the urban explorers dream location.” Goal pouted.

Rufus scoffed, “My dream location would be one of those spooky mental hospitals in the woods, that was also used to perform unethical experiments in an attempt to make some type of super soldier, that ultimately they lost control of and were destroyed by. But I guess potentially haunted by holiday shoppers' works too.”

The scavenger rifled through his pockets, producing a hand-held camcorder which he shoved into Argus’ hands.

“Okay, start filming.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re in charge of recording our adventure!”

Argus scowled, “No, I’m in charge of dragging Goal’s body back to her Father when this all goes wrong. That’s all.”

“It’s gonna be ages before we get to anything exciting, so just make yourself useful in the meantime, arsehole.”

“Oh I could end this whole excursion right here junk rat.”

Goal stepped between the two, pushing them apart by their shoulders.

“We agreed- no fighting, they’ll be enough of that if the guards find us. Please play nice.” She pulled her sadded eyes, “For my sake?”

Rufus stuck out his tongue in victory, while Argus muttered something under his breath and shoved the camera into Cletus’ hands, ignoring his confused protests. Pleased at the resolution, Goal turned and led the group across the cracked ground to a rusted stairwell that still clung to the outer wall. Red flecks flitted through the air as each scaled the steps, Rufus causing a mighty groan in the structure when he pushed forward to reach the door first. While chained, the crowbar he pulled from his coat made short work of the forgotten door, opening a dark hole into the depths.

At the back of the group, Cletus spared one last glance at the outside, flicking on the camera with a forlorn sigh.

“If this recording is the only thing they find of us, let it be known I was totally against it all.”

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