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silent-raven13 · 8 months

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Jealous Miles

Miles isn't the jealous type, or so he thought. His jealousy is mostly hidden with his awkward questions, or shy attitude. Normally he tries to bring up certain things casually which always sounds odd or just plain awkward. Somehow his jealousy isn't as extreme as his boyfriend's. No, Miles is always trying to be reasonable, calm and collective. He's not like his mom who ask many questions and starts investigating... tho his distant family members did say he's a lot like her. He never knew why.

Until today...

Gwen jumps happily: Isn't this great! We're going to see Hobie's concert.

Pav shimmies: Right! I am so hype!

Miles wearing his boyfriend's band shirt with tight skinny jeans and doc martin shoes: Ye-yeah! Do you see him? I can't find him anywhere. -he looks through the busy crowd wondering where his boyfriend is at-

Peter appears in the crowd with Mayday wearing black eyeliner and a black shirt. Mayday having on silly black and white makeup on to look like a skull: Hey guys! Sorry I'm late! Had to steal a shirt... you know to be punk? Ha!

Gwen looks at Mayday: You brought Mayday with you? Peter, she's a baby!

Mayday made a scowl look: BLAH!

Peter: Don't worry we practice! See. Blah! -they did the same expression-

One random guy in his punk outfit saw the two: That's what I'm talking about! BLAH! -he throws a sign of horns with his right hand- fuck society, man and lil one!

Mayday mimics the sign: hehe!

Peter: See! We fit in just fine! -he saw Miles looking over the crowd- What's up with him?

Pav: He's looking for his bf!

Peter: Ah, he's probably in the backstage with those groupies -casually saying-

Miles' eyes widen: Groupies!

Gwen: You know, bandmates always got a few sneaky links or sides. Sometimes fangirls wanting to sleep with their favorite band. -She saw Miles staring at her almost in shock- Not that Hobie will ever do that! You know he's faithful to you!

Pav: Yeah, you two are in a serious relationship!

Miles: We never said that! We just started to date and casually call each other boyfriend. -Something in him began bubbling, like a wave of anger and need-

Gwen: Ohh... Well, Hobie would never do that! You two are-

Some girls came walking pass them with their boobs out having pasties and there was black markers written names on it. One of them being Hobie's name. Peter quickly cover Mayday, who removes his hand to see: Boobies!

Peter: Hey, don't tell your mom! -he tries not to look at the women-

Gwen made a grimacing expression: Um... he's a star so he-

Another girl came by talking to her other friend: I can't believe your ex let you touch his hair! -they saw the blond girl with Hobie's name tattoo on her lower back.-

The other girl giggles: I know! He's so cute. I should've kissed him!

Pav: Ex! See, they are not together! -He frowns seeing a dark look on Miles' face. Something they never saw-

Another guy came almost similar to Miles' height holding Hobie's vest with his guy friend: Hahaha, Hobie is a fucking arse, isn't he?

The guy puts on Hobie's vest: Hahaha, well I got his jacket now!

Peter: Man, it's not looking too good for Hobie, huh Miles? Miles? -they saw him walking to the direction those groups came from-

Mayday: Ah shit!

Peter gasps: Mayday where did you learn that?

Gwen: Come on, let's go before something bad happens!

Pav: Awe, man. I fixed my hair today. Now we gotta tussle?

Miles slid his way through the crowd, at the end he saw a group of people surrounding bands that were about to play for tonight. One of them was Hobie's band. The young Spiderman looks at a crowd of women touching Hobie's arms, hair and face which tick him off. Jealousy bubbling into his stomach that left a nasty taste in his mouth.

Hobie standing trying to endure the fans: Okay. okay, stop touching my hair! I told you many times. -he scowls-

One of the fangirls lift her tank top shirt up to reveal her breasts: Hobie! Hobie, how about an autograph, please? -she cutely pouts-

Hobie sighs: Fine, whatever. Just don't touch my hair. -he only do this to seem like a badass, he didn't see nothing bad of it. He took a marker to write his name on the woman's chest- There! Now -his eyes glances over spotting his boyfriend. All his annoyance washes away and a big smile placed on his face- SUNFLOWER!

Miles merely standing there just witnessing his boyfriend writing his name on a fangirl's boobs. Now he's mad. He said nothing.

Hobie gently pushes his fans away: Excuse me, mate. This is my darling, Miles. -he happily gets to brag about his Sunflower, his hands on his lover's shoulders- Wow, you look amazing, darling. Are you wearing my band's shirt. -his eyes practically shape into hearts- I always-

Miles cut him off: Qué estabas haciendo? -going full blown Puerto Rican Spanish-

Hobie arched his eyebrows: What? -he didn't know much Spanish only a few words like Hola or Sí or Gracias. Just enough to impress or small talk with Mrs. Morales-

Miles scowls: What were you just doing? Que estabas haciendo? -his jealousy already taken over like a virus-

Hobie: Wha-what do you mean? I'm here sign-

Miles cuts him off: No- Qué acabas de hacer, ahora mismo?

Hobies: Ahora? O'Hara? -Why is Miguel brought into this?-

Miles: NO, Pendejo! What did you just did, right now? In front of me! -he's getting so mad, almost jumping into conclusions- You think, that's fucking cute? You think I would like that shit?

Hobie blinks a couple of times being surprised with his partner: Miles, I don-

Gwen calls out: Miles! We thought we lost you!

Pav ran behind along with Peter: Yeah! Oh hey, Hobie!

Hobie turns to their friends: Oh Hey- -Miles grab Hobie's face with his left hand squishing his cheeks, forcing the guitar player to look at him. He formally made Hobie lean/hunched over to get on Miles' eye level-

Miles spoke Spanish again: Estoy hablando contigo? -His Spanish firm, more serious... more Puerto Rican accent to it- Crees estoy jugando contigo? You think this is a fucking joke? -his right hand pointing, wanting his index finger at his boyfriend-

Peter: Ohhh, there's that Puerto Rican side... -Everyone in the group knows, you never want to pissed off a Puerto Rican or any Latino for that matter especially if your in a relationship with one-

Hobie: Luv, I am a bit confused -he mutters through his squish cheeks- I don-

Miles: Puñeta, no puedes escuchar? You got no fucking problem listening to your fans, huh? Huh, I'm not fucking playing with you, Hobie! -He glares still staring at his man-

Gwen softly whispers: Guys... calm down. Everyone is looking at us -the crowd around them were quiet with loud music bashing in the room. The fangirls slowly shift away from Hobie and his boyfriend seeing how mad Miles is-

Miles: Hijo de Puta, estoy hablando! Hobie, I'm fucking talking to you! Why you're not answering me? -Hobie finally sees a lot of Rio in Miles.-

Pav whispers to Hobie: Miles is jealous... he found out you were flirting with your exs...

Miles: Pav, mama bicho. Why are you taking his side, asshole! -he glares at Pav-

Pav backs away with his hands up in defense: I'm just clearing the air, don't have to be mean!

Hobie got the gist of it: Ohhh! -he never knew his boyfriend could get jealous- Luv, I wasn't flirting. Your the only one for me!

Miles: Cabrón, estas jugando comigo? Carajo, mama culo de su putas! -he didn't believe him, he's already too pissed off-

Peter going on his phone looking up Miles' use of language: Ohh, these are not good! -he winced at the use of language-

Pav innocently: What does mama bicho mean?

Peter types it in: Yikes!

Pav looks over and gasps: MILES THATS SO MEAN!

Mayday: Mama bicho!

Peter jumps: Mayday no! That's bad! Bad word! -his daughter laughs out loud-

Hobie: Luv, honest. I just did a simple autograph. I don't care for them. I'm the singer, you gotta understand I have to sign a few tits and deal with them.

Miles scowls: You need to set boundaries! How would you like it if I did that with random people, huh?

Hobie's jealousy sparked: Heh, your not in a band, Morales.

Miles:Ah, see you don't like that. I am your boyfriend -he brought his boyfriend's face closer to him- you need to respect me and my wishes! I am your half, not these bitches! Me estás escuchando? Are you listening me? Do you understand the words I'm saying coming out of my mouth? I am, your boyfriend, tu vida, tu amor!

Hobie couldn't be anymore happier, the amount of jealousy his partner is throwing and claiming his love to him. It felt all to amazing, hearts can be seen around his head. Even his whole body turned pink with magazine words with I love you all over: Yes, luv. I hear you. -he happily listens-

Miles went on: I'm not your fucking friend that you just high five. I'm tu cielo! Tu amor! Not your fucking puta! Yo no soy tu amigo! Yo soy tu cariño, tu bombón, tu CORAZÓN- -Miles touch Hobie's chest- This right here is mine! You hear me! Esto es mío! I'm not playing with you, Hobie! Tu eres mi alma! -still fuming-

Hobie hugs him: Yes, I am. Yes, I'm an idiot. I'm so sorry, luv. -he gave in. He didn't care if he was right or wrong. He's too in love with his Sunflower. He would do anything for him- I am everything for you.

Miles huffs happily: Good! Next time, I will kick your ass if you pulled that shit! -he happily got carried by his boyfriend as they make out-

Gwen saw how everyone went back to normal and she sighs: I never thought he would get that mad!

Pav: Yeah, yikes!

Peter: At least, it cool down on their own.

Mayday: MAMA BICHO!

Gwen: MJ is gonna kill you...

Peter sighs: I know, maybe I can be like Hobie and give in!

Pav: Mmm, I don't think so!

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #spider verse #across the spider verse

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mytheoristavenue · 1 year

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Take ur time ofc!! And hope ur doin ok!! BUT PLEASE CAN WE GET ANOTHER PART OF THE DIRTY FIC, IM BARKIN OVER IT /POS

I got you! Also, this was my first One Piece ask, so thank you!

OP Perv!Usopp x Reader 🍋 - Filthy

Summary: You get a suspicion that it's not Nami that's been stealing your clothes, and you catch the real culprit red handed.

Warning: Bath sex, fingering, NSFW, MDNI, fem!Reader, perv!Usopp, switch!Usopp, porn with plot, petty/bitchy Nami, slight bodyshaming, soft dom!Usopp, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, very long, nasty language, teasing, fem!reader, petnames

Note: I used the diagrams of the Sunny as a reference for this fic and the previous one, which maps the bathroom out as a small room with just a toilet and sink, and a door that leads to a separate washroom. From what I could tell, the washroom is pretty much a one pool bathhouse, with a corner you shower in, so I wrote this with that in mind!

"Damnit, Nami..." you grumbled, sorting through your dresser, the clothes on your body caked with mud. The crew had docked on a small island, and since the town didn't offer any entertainment, Luffy decided everyone would rest on the beach. Suffice to say, being forcefully involved in a mud fight was not your idea of rest.

Rummaging a bit more, you growled, not finding any clean underwear. You were irritated to say the least. Nami always stole your clothes almost as soon as your bought them, but this time it was worse, considering Usopp, the sweetheart that he was, had just treated you to a shopping spree on the last island. Now you had nothing to show for it.

"I heard my name?" the woman strolled into the women's bedroom, arms crossed and brow cocked in an accusing manner.

"Yeah, 'cuz I said it." you snarled, glancing over your shoulder.

"And what's got your panties in a twist? Are you still mad that Luffy pegged you in the head with a ball of mud?" She snickered, laying down on her bunk with her arms crossed behind her head.

"No, I'm not!" you glared at her, before going back to your search. "And it's kinda hard to have my panties in a twist when you steal all my damn clothes!"

"What?!" she gasped, darting up with fists balled. "I do NOT steal your tacky ass clothes!"

"Oh, so what? It was Robin then?" You pressed sarcastically.

"Doubt it," she responded with a huff. "She couldn't even use your tiny bras as pasties."

"Nami!" you shouted, blushing from embarrassment and crossing your chest. "My boobs aren't small!" You shook your head, dismissing her judgement. "Wait, so if you're really not taking my stuff, who is?"

"I dunno," she sighed, reaching for a file and lazily buzzing her nails. "Maybe ask that idiot we call a sniper, he's so obsessed with you, it wouldn't surprise me if he stole your panties and hung them up on the wall."

"Don't say things like that," you scolded lightly, face still as heated. "You know I like him, that's not funny."

"It wasn't a joke." she corrected. "It's literally so obvious."

"I don't see how." you pouted, not trusting her one bit. You sighed, prying your soaked shirt away from yourself. "It's not as much the stealing that's my main issue right now, it's that I don't have anything clean to change into."

Nami rolled her eyes, tossing her hand in the direction of her dresser, using her file as a pointer. "Tell you what, as a show of good faith, you can borrow something of mine. Just nothing nice."

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Guilt began to wither away your insides as you trudged to the bathroom. You couldn't help but feel bad for accusing Nami of stealing your things, especially now that she was loaning you hers. You were very thankful for the gesture though.

Entering the bathroom, you set your things down on the closed toilet lid, before taking your hairbrush out of your hygiene bag and running it through your hair. You followed up with brushing your teeth, and you were finally ready you shed all this filth. With a heavy sighed you peeled your clothes away, tossing them into the hamper, before quietly opening the door to the washroom. You'd heard a bit of splashing and didn't want to startle whoever was enjoying a bath.

The person in question was mostly submerged in the steaming bathwater, facing away from your, but judging from the mess of jet coils that spilled onto the the steps of the tub, you could only guess it was one of two people, and you knew for a fact that Brook was on deck. "Oh, hello, Usopp." you chirped, smiling sweetly, and clutching the knot on your towel.

He jumped upon hearing his name, hot water splashing all around him as he glanced back timidly. "O-Oh, uh- hi, (Y/N)!"

"Do you mind if I join you?" you asked bashfully. "If so, I can just take a shower, I won't mind."

"You...want to take a bath with me?" Usopp's mind was racing, brain unable to contain all the naughty possibilities that could come of this.

"It is a community tub," you reminded him with an airy giggle. "But if you want it all to yourself, I completely understand! It is a nice tub."

"I want you-" he breathed, mouth hanging a bit. "T-To bathe with me, I mean. Shit, uh- no. I don't mind at all, please, help yourself." His hands trembled just below the water. He was always the worst at playing cool when under pressure.

"Thank you," you snickered. "Look away while I get in." You didn't have to ask, he hadn't been able to look at you properly since the moment he'd laid eyes on you in that towel, and he didn't think his heart could handle seeing you fully nude. Shedding your towel, you slipped down into the water, several feet away from him for the comfort of both of you. Once you were sure you were fully submerged, you sighed with delight as the heat in the water did wonders for your aching muscles. "Ahhh..." you sighed dreamily, filling your palms with it and smoothing it into your dirty hair. "That's so nice..."

He laughed nervously, peering over at you before instantly snapping his head away, seeing your arms raised above you, bliss coating your face. "Y-Yeah, it's super hot, I just ran the water a few minutes ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry! You hardly got any time to relax before I intruded." you apologized shyly.

"No, don't be sorry. I like your company." he confessed, his cheeks aglow, although barely visible passed his caramel skin tone. "Besides, I'm sure you wanted to get away from Luffy just as bad as I did, so I don't mind you hiding out with me."

As you massaged product into your hair, you couldn't help but beam at his sudden change in demeanor. This was the Usopp you adored, the sweet, fun guy that you loved talking with. It was almost jarring to see how nervous he tended to get, as opposed to how he acted around you most times. "I like that we can do things like this," you admitted, showing him your sweetest smile. "I'm always so comfortable with you, Usopp."

"R-Really?" he asked, chuckling nervously and itching his nape. "Ditto."

"I just really trust you, ya know? You just always seem to radiate this sense of security to me. Is that weird?" You asked, scooting towards him, if only by an inch or two, before dunking your head to rinse your hair.

Usopp began to sweat, from more than just the steam rising off the pool. There was no reason at all that you should trust him, nor be comfortable with him. He was a panty sniffing creep. Speaking of which, he held his thighs cemented to the step he sat on, praying to God that the special pair he'd been enjoying before you came in would stay buried beneath him. "I'm so glad you feel safe with me." he replied halfheartedly.

You couldn't place your finger on the reason, but something about the moment felt so much more perfect than other ones you'd had, where the opportunity to confess had presented itself. "Uhm, Usopp, there's actually something I've been meaning to tell you..." you trailed, floating over to sit right beside him now. He internally panicked at your closeness, and the possibility of your hand or thigh brushing your submerged garments.

"O-oh, yeah? What's that?" While he waited for your big secret to reveal itself, he watched your cheeks take on an inflamed hue, eyes drawing wide as dinner plates. His worst fears became realized as a piece of pink lace drifted into his peripheral, floating between the two of you as an ice breaker.

"Oh my God, Nami was right!" you squeaked, snatching the underwear out of the water and inspecting them. "It was you all along!"

Usopp's heart raced as he struggled to find a reason for having them that wouldn't incriminate him, ultimately deciding on simply playing dumb. "W-Whoa, how did those get in here?" he laughed nervously, instinctually scooting away, until he hit the corner of the pool.

"Usopp..." you growled angrily. "You've been stealing my clothes, haven't you!"

"W-Wait? No, of course not!" he sputtered, raising his hands in defense. "Why would I steal the clothes I bought you?!"

You stopped and thought for a moment, contemplating over his alibi, before coming to an infuriating realization. "You sicko!" you shrieked. "You've only been picking out clothes that you like to take, haven't you!? All the lacy panties and matching bras, the skimpy string bikinis, all the short skirts and crop tops- you've been dressing me up like your own personal doll!"

"I thought you liked those!" he defended, shrinking as drew near. "I-I swear, I thought that's what you liked to wear!"

"Yeah," you grumbled. "I liked wearing them because I thought that's what you wanted me to wear!" You expression fell from anger to sadness as you backed away from him and sat facing your lap. "I just wanted you to think I was pretty. I thought that...if I let you pick my clothes, maybe you'd find me more appealing."

Usopp could feel his cheeks and ears heat up with your revelation and he guiltily swam towards you, pressing a comforting hand to your shoulder. (Y/N), I do think you're pretty. That's not the problem."

You glanced up at him through your lashes, sniffling. "I know I'm not as well endowed as the other girls but-"

"No, I don't care about all that, you're perfect." He confessed shamefully. "I'm the problem." Your stare bored holes into his head as he struggled to continue, knowing that you were waiting for him to elaborate. "I guess I've just liked you and wanted you for so long...I forgot to see you as a person and not as..."

"A doll?" you asked, looking up at him as he did the same.

"More or less," he confirmed. "I-I'm so sorry."

"Well," you began cautiously. "I can't say I didn't enjoy dressing up for you..."

"R-Really?" he stuttered, fully turning to you now, humbled by the vision of you leaning into his personal space with wanting eyes.

You nodded with a seductive smile. "had you asked, I might have even entertained the idea of modeling some outfits for you...privately." Usopp swallowed a hard lump as he watched you slowly rise from the hot water and inch closer. "I wonder what you did with my panties," you thought aloud. "Why don't you tell me?"

"I-I," he started, stopping short, eyes glued to your body as it slowly exposed itself. "I uh- jerked off with them?" he answered carefully, scared that this was some sort of trap. You shuddered at his reply, caressing your delicate hands along your sides.

"Did you cum all over my panties, Usopp?" You purred in his ear, leaning in close enough to touch him. He nodded shyly to your delight. "What were you doing before I came in here?"

"I think you know..." he murmured, humilated by your teasing.

"But I wanna hear you say it." you admitted, arms snaking around his neck, and legs dangerously close to straddling his lap. "Pretty please?"

"J-jerking off..." he breathed shakily. "With your panties."

"That's a good boy," you cooed, finally settling on his lap, your bare sex snug with his as your thighs provided him with excellent friction. His breath hitched in his throat as you grinded on him, his knuckles whitening from his grip on the step he sat on. "Don't you want to touch me, Usopp?"

"I-I do, more than anything," he sighed, throwing his head back a bit before raising it again. "But I shouldn't. This is a bad idea."

"How do you figure?" you wondered, 'accidentally' weighting yourself to put even more pressure on his throbbing cock.

"W-We can't do this and still be friends after," he rationalized breathlessly. "I-It'll be weird."

"Who said I want to be friends with you after this?" you giggled. "You're mine now. It's only fair considering how much hell you put me through." you smiled down at him, cupping his cheeks with one hand, making them squish. "Besides, I like it when things get weird." You leaned down and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose, trailing down his cheek, and then to his neck, where you stayed, peppering his throat with sweetness, pattern interrupted by the occasional harsh bite. You reveled in the lovely sounds he made for you, before ceasing your ministrations, so suddenly, he was still huffing from the ghost of your touch after it was gone. "That is of course, unless you don't want to be mine, in which case-"

"N-No!" he whined pitifully, interrupting you. "P-Please, I'll be good. I'll be the best boyfriend you've ever had! I-Ill buy you more clothes, and take you out on dates, and whatever else you ask!" his words spilled out even more desperately than he intended them to, which embarrassed him greatly. "J-Just please, I want to be yours, so fucking bad."

You couldn't help but giggle at his adorable groveling. "Awe, you want to be my little boyfriend?" you cooed, caressing his cheeks.

"Yes, more than anything..."

"Good boy," you praised, finally pressing your lips to his, while sensually rolling your hips against his. You loved the way he groaned into your mouth as you taught him how you liked to be kissed, sliding your tongue against his. He was new to this, and you adored that, taking the task of teaching him how things were done as a high honor. "Touch me, baby." You breathed against his lips, guiding his shaking hands to your flesh, and pressing them against you. He held perfectly still wherever you decided to place him, terrified to make a wrong move and have you leave him unattended.

With a little coaching, you were finally able to convince him to squeeze the fat of your hips, if only slightly. "That's it, baby. Doing so good." you eased, coercing him into exploring your skin like an uncharted island. You shuddered under his touch as his pads delicately grazed your nerve endings, reveling in the feeling of being in his arms, and all of your most sensitive parts just within reach of him.

"Can I-?" Usopp tried, parting from you with bated breath as his knuckle caressed the underside of your breast, his mind plagued by thoughts of all the perverted things he'd do to them if granted permission.

"Whatever you want, sweet boy. I'm all yours." you soothed, smiling down at him lovingly. "You don't have to be so nervous."

"I-I know," he sighed shakily. "I've just- I've never...done anything like this, ya know? I don't want to mess up."

"Well, I happen to know that you're a pretty hands-on learner," you giggled, rising against his chest a bit to tease him. "So how about you do what feels right and if I need to, I'll correct you? Think of it as..." you paused for a moment to find something he was good at to compare this moment to, tapping your finger on your chin. "Think of it as tinkering. Taking things apart, putting them back together," as you spoke, you hand snaked down to palm his erection, before taking hold of it and rubbing it against your entrance. "Figuring out what goes where, what things do."

After the inhalation of a sharp breath, for confidence, one of his hands slithered around to the back of your scalp to tangle digits in your wet hair, pulling you into a forceful kiss, while the other enveloped your breast entirely, simply holding it with the tiniest squeeze Usopp could muster. A surprised, but delighted moan escaped you, slipping past your unwilling lips and diminishing against his tongue. It was so jarring how he'd switched from squirming under your words to holding you so tightly, kissing you with such need.

Once he let you withdraw for a breath, you gazed up at him, eyes dripping with lust as you huffed. "Was...that good?" he asked bashfully, now reverting back to his previous demeanor.

"Do that again." you commanded, before squealing with joy as he pulled you back in.

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You whined loudly, drool sliding down your chin as you sat, still in Usopp's lap, this time with your back flush against his chest. Your legs were spread, with one bent and hoisted by the crook in his arm. You offered aid in the form of keeping your other leg at the perfect angle for him, as he sank his middle and index deep inside you. Your arms had long since locked around his neck, anchoring yourself to him as he worked you. You buried your head into his shoulder, your lips dangerously close to his ear, allowing him to listen to all your lewd noises without any other sound taking his attention away. "You sound so pretty, baby." he purred, curling his fingers against you.

The resulting moan embarrassed you, but it was music to his ears. Usopp had always been a quick learner, and it hadn't taken him long at all to realize what made you tick, what areas were the most sensitive, and what moves would numb your mind the fastest. He couldn't help but grin, recalling what you'd said earlier, repeating it for you as you submitted to his ministrations. "What's the matter? Can't handle being taken apart?"

"U-Usopp!" you whimpered, wanting so badly to scold him for making fun of you. It was humiliating how quickly he'd managed to change the dynamic of the moment. He chuckled in response, unhooking his arm and letting your leg fall lax before using his newly freed hand to play with your clit, while the digits of his right fucked you at an even rougher pace.

"What was that, baby?" he cooed, a cocky smirk spreading across his features. "Spit it out."

"B-Be nice..." you begged breathlessly, resting against him. "Please."

"Poor thing," he sighed, letting his pace slow to a near stop. "I'm sorry, baby, how can I make it up?" You struggled to catch your breath as his fingers slipped out of you. Though you couldn't see it, Usopp eagerly brought them to his lips, before sucking a bit of your essence off his previously clean skin. "Taste so good. I wonder if it tastes the same straight from the source?" His words stewed in your mind for a moment while his hand explored you further, action lulling as he allowed you decide what you'd have him do next.

"Can you..." you muttered, and overwhelming shyness taking over before you had the chance to finish. You buried your face in your shoulder before eagerly mumbling the rest.

"What is it, baby? Tell me what you want." he coaxed, one of his calloused hands reaching up to cup your breast, and the other sinking down to spread you out against the steaming water. "Whatever you want, sweet girl." he repeated your previous encouragements, adding to your humiliation. "I'm all yours."

"C-Can you please...eat me out?" you begged, peering up at him with a single pleading eye.

"I thought you'd never ask." he beamed, grabbing your sides and lifting you out of the water entirely, and setting you down on the top step. "C'mere."

-----

Tears had long since began to roll down your as you laid out on your back, palms bolted over your mouth in a half assed attempt to stifle some of your cries. Still in the tub, in the same spot he'd always been, was Usopp, ensnared in the most heavenly spot- between your legs. Ever great once in awhile, you'd mustered the strength to prop yourself up on your elbows to catch a glimpse of him, but every time, his eyes would dart up to yours, your tingling flesh still in his mouth, and he'd utter the most guttural moan, brows knitting together. A part of you knew it was fake, but the arousal it gave you was far too intense for you to car.

After first, his skills were lackluster to say the least; shy and unsure. But you should have know he'd catch on quickly. Soon he was in sync with you, listening to your reactions to certain moves as if he were cracking a safe. If nothing else, Usopp was observant.

You groveled at the way he peppered kisses all around your thighs and labia, before so delicately spreading it with a slow, downward lick. Your skin felt like static as your hairs stood on end, and your lips let go of the most pathetic sound he'd ever heard.

Truth be told, he wasn't entirely sure what work went into the female orgasm, or how he'd know if you were having one, but he didn't' suppose it mattered. He wanted to be in this position as long as you'd let him; he was honestly doing it for himself more than you, so if he couldn't get you there this way, he'd would have been just as happy being your toy in any other way until he did.

By now, his name was just a ghost on your lips, as you were no longer able to form coherent sentences. Despite this, you still tried to call out to him. "'Sopp..."

With a final sloppy kiss to your sex, his head rose to meet your gaze, only to find you staring back at his with a tear stained face. You were overall a pitiful sight. "You okay, baby?" he soothed, reaching up to rub comforting circles on your tummy.

"C-Can't take it anymore..." you whined, sniffling as emotion over took you. Usopp immediately panicked.

"Oh God, did you want me to stop?" he stammered, terrified over the possibility of you, at some point revoking consent, and him not hearing. "I'm so sorry, here let me get you a towel-"

"Usopp...?" you interupted his worrying for finding something to cover you with by reaching out to him.

"Y-Yeah?"

"I need you to fuck me." you begged, putting on your most confident voice, which in reality, was just a touch above the whining mess you were a moment earlier. "Want you to cum with me."

It took him a moment to process your request, and for the butterflies to clear out of his stomach before he wordlessly approached you. When he was close enough, he gently grabbed your hips and moved you a bit further way from the tub's edge, before sinking down to his knees. Still silent and focused, his strong hands grabbed your ankles to toss your legs over his shoulders and he lined himself up.

"I need you to tell me you really want this." he finally breathed. "I'm totally fine with stopping if this isn't what you want."

You stared up at him through glossy, wanting eyes, thinking his offer over. Though you weren't a virgin, it had been quite a while since you'd had sex, and you were a little nervous, but the aching in your abdomen told gave you your answer. You needed him. "I-I do."

Dark and cloudy eyes studied you skeptically, not fully believing that you were confident in your reply. "Are you sure?" His continuous double-checking aggravated you, as your fists balled in frustration.

"Usopp, please just fuck me already!"

Without another word, or hesitation, he spat into his palm and smoothed it against you, before slowly easing in. You hissed as he stretched you out, eagerly waiting for the agony to melt into pleasure. Usopp took notice of your discomfort almost instantly. "You okay, baby?" You quickly nodded in response, fearing that if you told him it hurt, he would retract. Unbeknownst to you however, he knew. He wasn't entirely ignorant to how sex worked, he knew it could be uncomfortable. In an effort to comfort you while you adjusted, he held perfectly still, peppering kisses all over your face and whispering sweet nothings to get you through. "Doing so good baby, it's okay. Promise I'm gonna take real good care of you."

You shuddered with eyes screwed shut, concentrating on all your senses, in an effort to quail the pain. You inhaled his natural scent, and reached up your fingers to delicately tangle into his coils, as a means of grounding yourself. Once your mind was calmer, you began to feel an emptiness that only he could fill, the agony slowly diminishing. "I-I'm ready." you whispered, lashes fluttering apart, allowing you to gaze up at him, only to find him already staring back, a loving sick glaze coating his chocolatey eyes.

Usopp held you firmly by the hips as he eased himself out, ever so slightly, and then back in fully, his pelvis flush with yours. He held you this way for a moment before repeating cautiously. From the way he treated you, had you been in the state of mind to notice, you would've thought he may have been afraid to hold you with anything but the utmost care. If not, you might break into a million pieces, like the porcelain doll that you were to him. Though he knew better, from the many times he'd seen you hold your own against an enemy whom you had no business squaring up to, in Usopp's eyes- especially now, you were dainty and fragile. No thing that was more than that could possibly be so vulnerable under his ministrations.

He studied your every breath, deciphering it as if it were an ancient rune. Was that labored breath an indicator of your discomfort, or a stifled whimper? All he could do was promise himself that you stop him, should you become uncomfortable, or that the signs would be obvious and he'd catch on quickly. He hadn't noticed it, though his intense focus, but his pace had lulled to a near stop, and you'd begun to worry that he wasn't deriving near as much enjoyment from this as you were. "Usopp...?"

"Yes, baby?" he asked sweetly, trying his best to mask his fear of you asking him to stop.

"Are you okay?" you checked, still bashful from the sensation of being full of him, even if he was deadly still.

"Yeah," he breathed back. "Guess I'm just a little nervous. I just don't want to hurt you."

Your worried expression softened into a gentle smile. "You won't," you reassured. "I can handle a lot." It took him a moment to truly understand what you meant, after which, inflammation spread across his cheeks and ears. "You don't have to be so soft, ya know?" He wordlessly acknowledged what you'd said, leaning down to peck your lips, pressing himself deeper inside you in the process. You get go of a guttural sigh, instantly tossing your head back, breaking away from his lips.

Confidence renewed, Usopp tried to replicate whatever he'd just down, pumping in and out of you at a more steady speed than before. This new sensation overwhelmed you, in the best of ways. You face tingled and your brows knitted together subconsciously as you whined for him with heavy breathing. "You like that, baby?" he huffed, also finding this new pleasure to be putting him under a spell. You nodded nonverbally, your vocal chords busy with singing your pitiful songs. "Tell me 'bout it, baby." he urged as he pace naturally progressed, almost too smoothly for either of your to notice.

"Love it, 'Sopp." you sighed. "Feels so fucking good."

Lost in the moment, he growled at your praises. "God, I love it when you say my name." he confessed, having trouble resisting the urge to pound you into the tile. "Sounds so fucking pretty."

"Usopp," you moaned, a bit more dramatically then you needed to, hoping to tease him with what little control you had. Obviously from the way his mocha orbs darkened, it was effective as his hands abandoned the dough of your hips to find yours, fingers intimately interlocking. He held you pinned to the slippery floor of the washroom as his thrusts became more impactful, maintaining the same painfully steady pace. "Faster baby, please." you sighed, desperate to feel him fully take you with all his force.

'"Not if you're gonna tease me," he chuckled breathlessly. "If you won't be good, you'll have to earn it." This humiliation was bliss as you writhed under his high self esteem, only feeding into it more. Suddenly, he halted, pausing his movements all together, creating an almost agonizing disappointment between your legs. "Show me how good you can be," he cooed. "Fuck yourself on my cock, baby girl." You mewled at his words and the chills they sent down your spine as your struggled to horizontally pleasure yourself against him, getting nearly no results. "Need some help?" he condescended, grinning down at you. You nodded shyly, tossing your head to the side to save yourself a sliver of dignity. "Just tell me you'll be good and I'll finish you off." he reassured, looming over you, while running a calloused palm down your stomach.

"P-please fuck me, Usopp." you stammered, barely audibly. "I'll be good, I promise."

"That's what I like to hear." he laughed, his free hand once again clasping yours as he went in with nearly all the speed he could muster, reducing your brain to mush. Usopp smiled lovingly down at you when he noticed your state, drool dribbling down the side of your cheek and eyes rolled back. You looked so cute like this, he wished he could take a picture. Perhaps another time.

Your body had already taken far too much damage for you to hold out much longer, and shortly after he'd begun again, you could feel particularly strong waves crashing on your shores. You yearned so badly to be able to glance up at him, and looking into his eyes when you inevitably came undone, but your ability to pry your eyes open had long since been revoked. If you had been able to see him, however, you would have reveled in the sight of him, falling apart at the seams, shallow, labored breaths falling over kiss swollen lips. His head was dipped in exhaustion, all his stamina reserved in his hips, and none left to maintain any resemblance of posture. Your name spilled out of him in the form of ghostly praises and curses as his brows knitted together as his expression came to mirror his one from earlier, submissive and needed.

"Fuck," he whined. "Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum," he chanted, as if he could will himself of come down from his impending high. He had no concept of how long the two of you had been together, but there was no way he could allow this to end yet.

Your skin felt like static as you listened to his lewd prayers, and a terrible idea popped into your head. If he wasn't going to fill you up on his own accord, you'd just have to milk it out of him. Still huffing, with barely any energy left, and with your own orgasm mere moments away, you clenched your walls around his cock, adoring the sounds he choked out as a result. "Stop it," he moaned. "You're gonna- ah damnit." he tried, only to have you repeat your actions, finally giving way to the results you wanted.

Usopp came to a pitiful end, all the confidence he'd once held for pinning you stripped away with the loveliest sting of curses you'd ever heard with your name being final bead. As his precision faltered, the sensation of his essence dripping out of you, coupled with the last few sloppy thrusts he could muster did you in, and you screamed out for him, his name echoing off the tiled walls.

Your lover collapsed against you, struggling to find his breath after achieving his first climax with a partner as he collected you in his arms, clinging to whatever plush bits of you his fingers could find. "That was...mind blowing." he admitted. "You were- just perfect."

You giggled sleepily, freeing a hand from his vice of an embrace to tangle into his hair, scratching his scalp lovingly. "Thank you. You weren't too bad yourself, for a rookie."

"Yeah well," he chuckled, his voice cracked from over use and exhaustion. "You bet your sweet ass we're gonna be doin' a lot of practicing from now on."

Note: I don't think a single fic has taken me longer to write (when I was continuously working on it). This has taken me about 8 hours across four days to complete, and I'm so proud of it! I know so many people asked for this and I was glad to oblige. Please like, reblog, and reply! I read all of your replies and reblog notes and they always absolutely make my day!

#one piece smut #usopp smut #god usopp #usopp #usopp x reader #usopp x y/n #usopp x you #usopp x reader lemon #usopp x reader smut #one piece x reader

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saints-who-never-existed · 7 months

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Ooh one more quick thing before I go to bed:

I love love love how quick Hickey's death actually is when it comes right down to it.

I feel like a lesser show would've lingered much more on that moment of realisation, would've had the soundtrack swell. "Ha ha! Look, nasty-pasty antagonist! Here's your comeuppance!" while we zoom interminably in on his wee daft face.

But this isn't that show!

A few tantalising seconds of eerie calm. An almighty CHOMP. One fleeting yet spectacularly impactful second of that "Oh Shit" look. Torn open like an overcooked hotdog. And done!

He's just a guy, at the end of the day. A horrible little rat man whose death doesn't deserve to be more than what it is. Whose death deserves to be just as quick and gruesome and ignoble and utterly utterly pointless as everyone else's.

#The Terror #The Terror AMC #S01E10 #We Are Gone #Cornelius Hickey #Observations #Random Observations #Meta

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a-mermaids-heart · 7 months

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Posting some of my fave htn griddlehark passages cuz i love Gideon Nav with my whole heart I think about them all the time:

“Harrowhark, I gave you my whole life and you didn’t even want it.”

“I wanted you to use me, you malign, double-crossing, corpse-obsessed bag of bones, you broken, used-up shithead! I wanted you to live and not die, you imaginary-girlfriend-having asshole! Fuck one flesh, one end, Harrow. I already gave my flesh to you, and I already gave you my end. I gave you my sword. I gave you myself. I did it while knowing I’d do it all again, without hesitation, because all I ever wanted you to do was eat me.

Which is, coincidentally, what your mother said to me last night.”

“You think you can make me jealous? You think anything I did has been to make her love me? You don’t know. She didn’t even tell you.”

“‘If you think anything I did, I did to make her love me, then you don’t know anything about her and me. I’m her cavalier, dipshit! I’d kill for her! I’d die for her. I did die for her. I’d do anything she needed, anything at all, before she even knew she needed it. I’m her sword, you pasty-faced Coronabeth-looking knock-off.’

Always your sword, my umbral sovereign; in life, in death, in anything beyond life or death that they want to throw at thee and me. I died knowing you’d hate me for dying; but Nonagesimus, you hating me always meant more than anyone else in this hot and stupid universe loving me. At least I’d had your full attention.”

“‘That! That’s what I’m talking about,’ I said. ‘Don’t show me her kidneys. Don’t think about her kidneys. Don’t do anything with her goddamn kidneys. Get a grip. Don’t look at her blood, or lick her bones, or do any of the shit necromancers lie and say they don’t do the moment two of them get nasty.’”

#tlt series #htn #htn spoilers #griddlehark #book quotes #quotes #griddlehark quotes #harrow the ninth #the locked tomb series #harrow the ninth quotes #the locked tomb series quotes #harrow the ninth spoilers #the locked tomb series spoilers #tamsyn muir

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xamaxenta · 1 month

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crashes in thru the window A Vision. Ive Seen A Vision. sabos hands are covered in scars from using his dragon claw thingy and professional martial artists like brickbreakers and shit literally have their bones thicken over time from healing microfractures to provide more strength and power BUT it can come at the cost of joint pain and/or arthritis especially with age. what im saying is scarred calloused weapons of mass destruction sabo hands and rough warm physicians tools, lifetime of rope and rigging and worn ships marco the phoenix hands, gently easing the very literal ache in sabos bones with his two hands cupped around sabos (and sabo is slighter, his hands at first glance look narrow and delicate, but by the time youre close enough to see the scars on his pasty ass skin its too late for you, and marcos workmans hands completely eclipse his) full of warm healing flames . sabo and marco bite and snark and tease and fuck nasty so much that some ppl cannot tell if they like or hate each other but at the end of the day there is no one sabo trusts more to look over his strongest most intimate weapons (LITERALLY attached to/part of his body) like honing the fine edge of a blade that cuts anyone who touches it . but marco bleeds fire. they bicker and argue and tease but here it is silent. the only sounds are the warm rustle of callouses dragging against each other abd the soft rumble of crackling phoenix fire, louder than a candle but quieter than a lantern, and when it pops and snaps it sounds more like leaves and sea waves carried by the breeze and sabo finally, finally can relax for just a moment

This makes me yearn so much i am so full of yearning rn

Absolutely beautiful commentary of their relationship

Sabo’s a man of many facets and Marco wholly understands this and does what he can to enable it, if anything to protect him

If Sabo needs to be seen as someone dangerous vicious tongued, sharper wit, someone so beyond the league of normal men then Marco, the phoenix, who has had plenty of experience would do anything to enable this image

Because when theyre alone he gets to see Sabo as he is because Sabo trusts him implicitly and that means so much more than any words they could share or any snarky performance for the public could

Its rly soft aaaaaah wnishdoshd

Also the softest imagery of Sabo allowing Marco to look over his hands, press out the hurt, the ache, soothe the angry sharpness in his wrists that flares up whenever he writes, Sabo going boneless into his embrace hes shockingly vulnerable like this, without the squaring of his shoulders and the confident commanding pitch of his voice its easy to see the soft nobility in his form something hes striven to move beyond

#marcosabo #marsab #MAS #and Ace is like why bother with this performance at all???#sabo; there’s a heirarchy i have to establish for my public image #ace: but how come u dont do that w me #sabo: darling… no one expects anything other than adoration when it comes to you #ace: :0 #anyway Marco’s happy to bicker its fun #and later when hes sitting legs tangled with sabos in peace hes like that went well #sabo leans in to snuggle against him like yeah #thanks #its a little complicated just a bit haha

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formyloveoflove · 1 year

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Drink Up, Baby (Okoye x Attuma)

Part two of my Security Guard! Attuma x Stripper! Okoye Modern AU. Part One can be found here! Part Three can be found here! Shoutout to all the bad biddies in the discord for helping. Tagging those ideas that I took inspo from @pilesofpillows @xblackreader @sphinx81

Summary: Okoye has never been a stranger to handsy customers, but after Owner Ramonda warns her about her violent methods of discipline, Attuma makes sure to keep an extra eye on her as he tries to keep his hands to himself.

NSFW | Very sexual content and mature language | Minors DNI

"If I got to tell you one more time to keep your hands to yourself, I'ma do more than break your wrist, baby," she whispered into the customer's ear. One of the new girls had beckoned her over, quivering as she explained how he tried to untie her bottoms. Within her years at The Milaje, she grew tough skin and a fierce protective spirit for the dancers younger than her, much like Mama Ramonda did for her.

Her first week here had her crying in her office. Running away from her abusive ex-boyfriend, a man that looked similar to him in the front row, and she lost it on stage. Her breath hitched, and she stumbled like a baby deer in her heels, scrambling to get away from him. Ramonda had snatched her from backstage and sat her on the couch in her personal office. A box of tissues ready for her to go.

Once she calmed down, Ramonda held her under a stony gaze. Her gold teeth glowed in the darkness, and she held her neck straight. Regal, she was. If she wasn't wearing fishnets and pasties, she would've been mistake for a queen.

"Okoye, I'ma tell you this once," she said, rubbing her hands up her arm. "The Milaje is a special place. It is for us. Our refuge. I'm gone keep you safe. I'm gone help you fly, and baby, you can cry as much as you like. But," and she let her words linger in the air. "I don't raise no bitches. If you ever see that motherfucker walk up in her, up in yo' house, you send him back to his ancestors, you hear me? You took this freedom. You better fight for it everyday."

From that day one, Okoye didn't let a single person try her. Not the cheap customers, not the new girls who thought they were too big for their pleasers, not the straight-laced housewives who tried to run up on her in the parking lot. She robbed folks, and beat bitches up, and Attuma laughed when she told him.

Her car had broken down and been in the shop, and he offered to drive her home after work. When they passed a Waffle House, Okoye reminded him that even though he took her to lunch, and dinners, and movies, he still owed her breakfast.

"You really are handsome," admiring him even in the bright yellow fluorescents.

He breathe a laugh as he opened his mouth to take the piece of pancake she offered from her fork. "You've said," he chewed, darting his tongue out to catch the syrup from dripping on his chin. A small moan escaped her mouth as her eyes singled in on the action. "Don't look at me like that, Ko-Ko. I'd fuck you in that bathroom."

She bounced in her seat. "They bathrooms nasty as hell. Fuck me in the backseat." Attuma downed his orange juice like it was a shot of tequila, slamming some twenties on the table to cover the bill with a hefty tip.

Her feet pressed against the window. She moaned as his tongue pushed flat against her clit, twisting her nipple between her fingers. "Attuma," she cried, gripping his hair and pulling his mouth closer. His tongue darted inside her, and her body retreated. When he groaned against her, he tightened his hand around her thighs. He kept her firm in place.

"Don't run from me, Okoye," he demanded as his fingers danced inside her. Her voice raising in pitch told him that he found the spot he was looking for her. His tongue met her clit again, and she screamed like she was racing down the last hill of a rollercoaster. "Come on, baby. Come on!"

Come, she did. Her last moan of pleasure started in the base of her throat as her toes curled and her thighs pressed him in place. She felt like she was falling, and the rough calluses of his hands from years of fighting brought her gently back to Earth. She finally released her grip on his head, and he looked up at her with a dazzling smile that revealed the rising sun. His lips wet with her juices, he was the most gorgeous man that she'd ever seen.

"Hi, Attuma," she said.

"Hi, baby," he crawled up her body like a lion on the prawl. When their lips meet, she tasted herself and a hit of orange juice.

The pained groan of the man underneath her brought her back. "I said, 'Alight, bitch!' Let me go!" She twisted harder, and he sends another scream into the air.

"Now, what's going on here?" a husky voice said in her ear. "Some trash need to be taken out?"

She slid from in-between the two mean before answering, "If you don't mind," in her sweet, sultry voice. Attuma nodded as he pinned the customer's arm behind his back, escorting him out the dance room.

Before he exited completely, he said, "Ramonda wanna see you in her office." Rolling her eyes as she walked the shaken new girl back to the back, she made sure she was settled back at her vanity before making her way farther back. She knocked on the owner's door and entered when she heard, "Get in here."

Sitting on the corner of her desk, Ramonda crossed her arms over her barely cover breasts with the devil in her eyes. "Sit your ass down," she motioned towards the couch, and Okoye had a feeling that this wasn't going to be about her roughening up the customers again.

A week ago, during the three hours between when The Milaje closing and the cleaning crew coming, Okoye had her fingernails digging into the back of the seat as she bounced on top of Attuma's thickness. The sweat pooling on his forehead was driving her crazy. His eyes were glued to where they were connected. Him disappearing inside of her warmth had him growling loudly as he thrusted his hips up, pulling a moan from her soft lips.

"You're driving me fucking crazy!" he yelled in her face. He matched his speed with hers, sending her breasts dancing against his chest. She wrapped her hands around his throat, and she loved the way his eyes lit up and the smile that graced his lips. She slowed her hips, wiping them around in a circle, rotating like the Earth around the sun. "Goddamn, you're so warm. Fuck me."

"I am, baby," she laughed as his breath tickled her neck. She saw his fingers twitch, and she slammed down on him, earning a loud, "Fuck!" and his hands into fist. "Don't touch me, Attuma. Customers cannot touch the dancers. House rules, baby!"

"I ain't no damn customer," he growled as she settled into a rhythm. Quick, then slow, then slow. She leaned back forcing his cock into a new position in her, and he banged his head on the wall behind him. "You're so goddamn evil."

She pressed her fingers harder into the slide of his neck, and the moan that he released so soft that it surprised her. She wonder if that’s what he sounded like when he went home at night. In the security of himself, would he fist his dick and let that gentle breath run from his throat to his lips. Her pussy spasmed, and she knew his nails were cutting into his palms.

"I'm following the rules," she moaned, tossing her neck back as she did. "You are a customer." Her hips were starting to ache, but she was obsessed with the way their stomaches jumped in unison. "I dance for you." She goes faster. "I suck your dick." Faster. "Let you eat my pussy." He whimpered as his eyes started to water. If looks could kill, baby, she would be halfway to the morgue by now. "Baby, I ride you like a damn bull."

He couldn't keep his moans in. The veins in his neck were popping, and spit splattered when he yelled. She abruptly stopped. She stared him in his eyes as he caught his breath from his almost climax.

"Do you know how you pay me?" she asked, caressing his face.

His foot tapped underneath them, and his voice cracked, "Okoye, please." She slapped his hand away from her waist.

"Mr. Customer, you pay me in meals, in flowers, in movie tickets-" she listed slowly.

"That ain't payment," his eyes rolled into the back of his head before he focused on her. She knew that he knew what she wanted from him. Last week, laying on his chest as they watched tv at his house, she had asked him a simple question.

"What are we, Attuma?" she had said. His eyes widened, and he said nothing. She laughed it off, hiding her hurt feelings as she tried her best to focus back on the show, but she couldn't hear anything but her heart breaking in her chest. She went home shortly after that, feeling dirty under her shower water.

His dick pulsed inside of her, "Then what is it, Attuma?" Say it, she silently demanded it. I need to hear it.

"They are gifts for my-" he was struggling to keep it together. Okoye shifted in anticipation. His silence at that moment as scary as it was on his couch.

"For who?" she forced him to look at her. The desperation was clear in her eyes. She had been the sugar baby, the side piece, the fantasy before. She couldn't handle it again.

"For my girlfriend," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I told you this."

"What?" she bounced in surprise, and he gritted underneath him. "When?"

"Last week," his voice was hoarse. A hint of annoyance laced with patience as he quickly explained to her that when she had asked him what they were, he thought she was adorably oblivious. Of course, he liked her. Of course, they were going out. She was as gorgeous as she was smart, as funny as she was kind, as talented as she was perfect.

"Oh, baby," she said, capturing his lips in hers. "I'm so sorry." They stayed for a moment. Their wetness mixed wonderfully as she guided his hands to her waist. One second she had her cheek pressed against his, and then the next, her cheek pressed into the velvety cushions of this very couch with Attuma hollowing her out behind her. He stretched her so deliciously that the sounds of her pussy clinging to him filled the room.

"You wanna apologize?" Attuma groaned. His hips snapped against her, and the roughness of it all made her clit bounce. She reached underneath them to rub herself to release, but a slap to her ass stopped her in her tracks. He snatched her wrists in one of his hands, and kept her pressed to him with a wrapped around her waist. "Look at that ass."

Her wetness dripped down her thigh, leaving a stain on the purple couch. Attuma was pumping her fast and hard, growling behind her in rage and arousal. "Come here!" he dragged her up to his chest. Wrapping his arm around her, he squeezed her breast, sucked on her neck, and fucked her in wanton. The couch creaked underneath them as Attuma fucked her upwards. When his hand found her clit, she bit her lip so hard that it bruised the next day. She held onto him like she never wanted to let him go. Her name on his lips he emptied out inside of her, adding his own stain right next to hers.

They had deeply cleaned the couch afterwards, so she knew there was no stain. There was no way that she could know. Yet that didn't stop Okoye from shaking in her boots.

"Ko-Ko, I love you like you are my own," Ramonda started, "but you can't keep beating niggas up in here. I don't like dealing with cops, but next time they come sniffing around her with some assault charges, I'm sending them to your door."

Okoye sighed a breath of relief, nodding her head. "And I saw what you did tonight. Find another one to protect them girls now."

Okoye nodded again, avoiding her gaze. "And one last thing, the bathroom was fine, the parking lot a little risqué, the stage is just kinky as hell. But," she heard her press a button and the sounds of her and Attuma's moans filled the speakers. Her eyes shoot up to see three different angles of her riding Attuma, and she was absolutely horrified. "Next time my cameras catch y'all horny ass fucking on my shit, I'm throwing both of y'all out. Understand?"

Okoye couldn't apologize fast enough. Ramonda dismissed her with a tight smile, telling her that as soon as they buy her a new couch it can be water under the bridge. On the drive to her house, she told her boyfriend the terrifying news, and he laughed before producing a flash drive.

It wasn't until they got home, and he hooked his computer to her tv did she realize three things:

it was labeled "Highlights"

It was up to four hours long

Attuma had absolutely no shame

I hoped y'all like this installment! It's longer than I thought, but I felt like y'all deserved it. I think I got another part for this AU in me.

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#attoye #attuma x okoye #okoye x attuma #mcu okoye #black panther wakanda forever #attuma smut #okoye smut #black panther 2 #wakanda forever #marvel ships #fanfic

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