#interaction. [ amira ]

[tohruies]

yaoco height difference… possibly… 🙈🙈

[neiptune]

I literally just sent an ask with the words "cardinal" and "aiku" in the same sentence I truly honestly need to log off

[yioh]

just binged the korean skam inspired show and it made me soooo nostalgic for druck, especially davenzi and amira😭 god just thinking about davenzi…. their “na, alles klar” and the awkwardness of it all and the way matteo was soooo delulu and in love with david from the first sight, the way they introduced david as some cool mysterious heart throb, when they hinted he’s ger!evan with that 2 second scene at the end of season two and when we lost our minds to see that same boy walk down the corridor and steal lil ol matteo’s heart😭 the way it just felt like their own little world whenever they were together !!! and just watching druck whilst being the same age as them, doing the same exams etc was such a special experience :( i don’t remember anything about my life during those 10 weeks but somehow i remember everything about matteo’s,, it almost felt like i lived as him during that time. all i could think about was david and how david was and how cool he was and the butterflies and the stress of thinking about the future and having to study for a levels but not being able to concentrate, god i miss it so bad😭 matteo being everyone’s comfort character because the specific way he was mentally ill but couldn’t understand why he experienced the world so differently was SO relatable;-; and oh my god carlos, abdi and jonas and how absolutely stupid ass silly dumb energy they radiated!!! truly THE ultimate besties in the whole world 😭 anyways nothing could ever live up to druck

[madame-fear]

About all the drama on HOTD fandom

I’m tired of people fighting eachother because they are Team Black or Team Green. This is just a TV show, it’s supposed to be fun and bring people together. It’s like “if you like this character, then you hate the other”. Can’t we just enjoy our favorite characters without spreading hate to others? Can’t we just focus on what we like instead of what we don’t?

EXACTLY! You said it literally all, babe.

People please, we need to stop starting drama, arguing, and blocking people simply because they like a character you don’t, or dislike a character you do like. The fandom takes these things so very extremely, to the point they even insult & call each others names.

I have never, ever seen a fandom that’s so incredibly toxic and has unnecessary drama over fucking fictional teams and characters. And HBO didn’t help with their black/green marketing trailers— I mean, it was good, but I think people don’t know how to put a limit to their fangirlism.

We are supposed to be united because we all equally love the dragon show, besides every character has good & bad traits. I can’t believe people are arguing about the series as if they were arguing to end world hunger, and advocating for world peace— grow up, you all. 😭

[honeybeehimbowrites]

continued from here | @hvrtcfx

Drew heard Amira lock the door and he knew that was settling his fate, he was nervous about getting caught but it was also exciting? His head was a mess right now, but as soon as he heard Amira mentioning leaving he knew he didn't want that. "No, no. That doesn't sound good at all." Drew said shaking his head before pulling her in for another kiss. "Can't believe I'm with an older woman." Drew teased with a little smile, sure she was only four years older than him, but still it was a little amusing to him. He did care about Amira though, and he didn't know how she felt. But it was more than sex to him. He liked being around her, but they hadn't had talk yet.

[amirasainz]

I need more amira and lamdo interactions pls. I’m begging my queen 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

My sweet child, your wish shall be granted. I'm currently trying out writing some smut, so that's what we have here. I hope you enjoy reading and let me know what you think. If you have any request, let me know.

-XoXo

No Part 2!!!

The pheromone perfume

It was supposed to be a joke. Everyone on TikTok posted a video of how their partners reacted to the perfume. Some were extremely funny while others very very sweet. All in all, Amira thought is was just some scam. So, like any other young adult with money on her bank account, she bought it.

When the package finally arrived, Amira was as exited as a child in the candy store. Lando was still in his gaming room, streaming with Max and some other fans. Before the delivery man came to her house, she was busy preparing dinner. While she let the food continue to cook on a lower temperature, she finally opened her delivery.

To be faire, she wasn't expecting anything huge like confetti and glitter. But the sad little spray thingy truthfully looked, well sad. "Dios mios, what did I even buy this for. Stupid TikTok's. Stupid perfume. Stupid delivery service" was the things she muttered while cleaning up her mess.

However, she couldn't let all her money go to waste so she put a little bit on her neck, her wrists and behind her ears. As expected, she couldn't smell anything.

After approximately 17 minutes, Lando made his way to the kitchen. The sight that greeted him was the most beautiful on the whole world. There stood his girlfriend, looking as breath-taking as always, moving around their kitchen with ease. Like always, he went up behind her, tucking his face in her neck. Lando took a deep breath and

"Baby, are you wearing a new perfume?" he asked, still keeping his face in the crook of her neck. Amira tensed up and breathed a confused "What?" "Yeah baby, you smell really amazing" he whispered in her ear. His strong arms pulled her tighter against himself, almost possessive.

Lando couldn't have enough of her. He easily picked her up and manhandled her on the kitchen counter. His nose ran along her neck and collarbone. Without hesitation he kissed her neck, lightly sucking her skin between his teeth. Amira leaned into him and let out a little moan. Her hands flew up into his hair, pulling him a bit away from her.

"Amore, what's gotten into you" she asked him, her chest moving up and down quickly. Lando turned his face into her right hand, smelling this amazing scent on her wrist. He groaned deeply and surged forward to kiss her. He pulled her to the edge of the counter, her feet winding around his waist. "God baby, you make me go crazy" he told her between kisses.

Amira only smirked at him. When she kissed him, she decided to rile him up some more and startet to grind against him. He could only groan and put his forehead against hers. "Right, that's it" he said, picking up Amira and walking towards her bedroom.

Safe to say that dinner got delayed that night.

[sunliights]

“well — you said it, not me.” charlie grins, gives a casual shrug of her shoulders. she might not have said it but she definitely implied it. not someone typically shy to share her mind, she often does it in ways other than with words. truthfully her expression or disinterested demeanour normally say enough. at least around anyone who knows her well enough; a category that amira falls under. she might talk around issues and problems that she feels for the ease of it. if only to stop herself from sounding too vulnerable. it’s a hard line to tiptoe along. making her feelings apparent whilst not letting anyone use them against her. amira wouldn’t do that though, would she? “did i want to make you jealous or just… give you a taste of your own medicine?” offers up the solution as if it makes it any better. as if there’s some sort of lesson to be learned from this. don’t replace her? that she’s truly far needier than she’s previously let on? “it’s not twisted. i needed a nice little ego boost while i was feeling so fragile about my bestie replacing me.” is it a replacement when the relationship isn’t like for like? platonic opposed to the new, romantic thing? supposes the only way she can explain that one is the limited time they’ve spent in one another’s company as of late. “no you don’t. you just basically gave me a whole spiel about how i’m the best person ever in your life.” nothing of the sort was said yet she delivers it with confidence. and then, as if they haven’t dipped into a rather precarious conversation, “are we going to eat before it gets cold?”

best friends. it'd always been the word she used to describe their relationship. something about it has always felt strange, though. of course, they have a platonic connection, but sometimes it doesn't encompass everything that amira feels towards charlie. that fierce protectiveness, the sudden burst of jealousy that had stricken over her the moment she'd been made to imagine charlie and someone else. and the other woman had been jealous too. amira always tip toes around subjects when it comes to charlie, always cautious of her feelings. for some reason, it feels a bit difficult to abandon this topic in its entirety. " you're so annoying. and headache - inducing, " teases with a smirk. keeps their pinkies linked, gaze narrowing incredulously. " nope --- you don't get to backtrack now. i fucked up, i ditched you. " and though it's common to become distracted by a new relationship, charlie had been right to voice her problems with amira's behavior. pulls her pinky away, knee propping up on the edge of the bed instinctively. " hold on. " raises her hand as though to summon charlie to silence. " so you were just . . . pretending to have a girlfriend ? why ? " pretty sure they both know why but just won't say it. amira figures she might as well own up to the truth. " you wanted to make me jealous, " murmurs softly. " and it worked. " can't help but let out a humored scoff, eyes rolling playfully. " you literally made me rant on about how i wanted to watch your non - existent girlfriend go down on you. that is twisted. " falls quiet, thoughts running aimlessly through her mind. " i seriously hate you so much, " remarks playfully.

[madame-fear]

i'm just going to ask this because i want to see if i'm alone on this one or not (and warning i'm going to be explicit because there's no other way)

some days ago one person in my fandom posted a fic about oral sex with the bsd characters and the title was that, like, straight up that sentence. and for the record i thought: well i've seen this concept a milion times already, even me i wrote about this a lot of times, nothing new (i even made a bet with myself saying: surely it's going to be the ''does he prefer to give or recieve'' type of fic that was really popular in anime fandoms years ago lmao)

well in any case, it wasn't that specific fic troupe but it alternated between giving and recieving between certain characters. and as i read through it, even if it was good, i thought to myself once more, bro, i've seen this a milion times already. just pwp, the same concept, since i was 17 or so.

and what a surprise when i check the notes. 700, 37 reblogs.

and my problem with this comes here, because, i feel so frustraetd whenever i try to do the same concept, even if it has been reused 100 of times, just because newer stuff doesn't work well for small accounts like mine, because they get ignored. but suddenly, when another account does the same idea i wanted to do, they get so much interaction? like how do you even manage that? i'm 100% sure i could post the same and not even get 10 reblogs (because it has happened) and suddenly another acc does it and they get so many

i'm a petty bitch ik but like- i dont get it. new stuff doesn't work because it's either too much or it gets ignored, the same concept doesn't work either because it's been seen too many times and gets ignored as well, but would you look at that, a bigger account or even someone who only has 100 followers more than me has that many interactions

then this writers come to you saying that interactions don't matter lmfao

My darling love,, don’t even worry about that, I totally get how you feel, this is pretty much universal since it happens in ALL of the fandoms I guess. This is more common in the HOTD fandom than you think!!

Interactions are absolutely fundamental to us writers. And anyone who says otherwise either doesn’t want to admit it, is trying to cheer you up or smth, or I don’t know — but it’s not wrong at all to admit we not only write for our own satisfaction, but as well for interaction. Interaction is what keeps us motivated to write more things, knowing people will see and appreciate your effort by commenting, reblogging, or liking your work.

In the HOTD fandom it happens the exact same. Maybe you write headcanons, or a one shot with a particular plot for a particular character (or several), and maybe you get... At a maximum, 80 notes. But a popular acc does it? They are exploded in notes. 30 reblogs, 300+ likes, 15 comments. Good for them! But perhaps it’s the same reused plot thousands of times and no one even cares about small writers, they just straight up go praising the big accs and exploding them in interactions, while smaller accs are left out.

And for small writers, seeing people favouring certain accounts more than others, that just lowers your motivation and makes you feel like shit; sometimes even making you want to stop writing. So yes, interactions do matter despite anyone else saying otherwise. And trust me I get how you feel because it happened to me so many times that it made me feel awful, like some people don’t even TRY to focus on smaller, new writers. :/

[strawberry-nugget]

Co-parenting with Kirishima is so messy

You loathe this time of the week. The anxiety that paces to your nervous system, the blood rushing to your veins when your phone rings and a certain name pops up and you wish it wasn't your typical Wednesday night. You, somehow, wish you were in your hometown, every single time, far away from all this madness that's called co-parenting. It's draining, to say the least, to have to always be there, to have to rely on someone who isn't even there most of the time, because you're forced to do so, by law.

For your daughter it's different.

Your phone ringing means one thing and one thing only; daddys here. That alone as a fact makes her scream with absolute joy; oftentimes it makes her run around like she's mad, because even at four years old she knows exactly what it means. Daddy is coming to pick her up. and as much as you'd like to share the same joy with her as you once would, you don't want to see his face. Ever. Yet you have to, twice a week.

Her bags are already packed even before he arrives. He’s always late, always always, always late for hours to no end and youve considered letting your lawyer know, in case you get full custody, but you know you can't do this to her, take her father away from her or take care of her on your own. The fact that he's even participating in all of this amazes you. Plus you just don't wanna get on his bad side in this ordeal. 

So you compromise. The very thing you'll always do. 

Today, much like every other week you experience the excruciating thing that is your anxiety

Kirishima rarely parks the car outside; he says it's not easy to find a parking spot, that he can't be bothered with it -he is picking amira up after work- claiming he wants to get home as soon as possible. He's tired, that's all, and you're happy you don't have to interact with him face to face. 

Unfortunately today is one of those days that he takes that extra mile and parks his car, rings your doorbell and probably hears your daughters scream of joy at it, and gets up to your apartment. 

"It's me" He says when you ask, in an almost -almost- disgusted tone coating your voice, 'who is it'. 

"Yeah give me a second"

You wish he'd forgotten your floor, or the doorbell to your house, but he hasn't, and it's not even a minute later when he lets you know he's there. He knocks the door before he enters, even though you've left it slightly open the second you opened the downstairs door for him. 

A sign he's welcome in. Barely. 

Amira screams when he enters. You on the other hand, roll your eyes. He pouts his lips and raises his eyebrow in response. You want to punch him, the way he still makes you so nervous is almost unbearable… does he perhaps want to punch you too? Is it unbearable for him too? Probably not, you think and swallow your pride before mastering the courage to utter a greeting. 

"Hello" 

"Ayeee girl"

You don't have enough time to consider how awkward it is to just stand there and look at each other because your daughter pours herself into his arms -as you turn to look away- it's only then he utters more than one actual word. 

"How's my baby doing?"

"I'm good daddy" Amira replies as her father  puts her down and drops to a squat in front of her. He's too gentle, too nice, it's almost making you forget how you've struggled, at one point, to get him to be in her life. 

He brushes the stand of hair that's strayed away from her middle part and sticks to her forehead, so nicely, so tenderly, but her lower lip is quivering as shes looking at him with big bug eyes -they're slowly watering too- and you know your baby is about to burst into tears. 

Which she does, as you expected, only a minute later. It's a common phenomenon; whining when her dad visits, crying because she's missed him, because she doesn't understand why she can't see him every single day. You loathe that. This feeling you know too well, missing him, wanting to see him more but not being to. You hate it with all your might that your daughter has to feel that way about him too. It feels like a never ending circle if misery, and you wonder, way too often, how much you're to blame. There's a heavy weight of responsibility that you carry on your back when you think about that. 

Unexpectedly, you're snapped to reality when she runs to you for comfort. Not him. She's up in your embrace in no time and Kirishima kisses his teethteeth, annoyed. 

"Why are you crying baby?" She doesn't reply to you, only burries her head into your shoulder further "daddys not going away, you're going to stay with him for a few days as always"

She sniffles more and hangs tight onto you when she feels Kirishima's hands wrap around her so he can snatch her from your arms. She's never denied him like that. 

"Did she wake up with a tantrutm?"

"No she was too happy before you came in"

"And why she's acting like this now?"

"She's a child"

He can't argue with that. Amira is known to be whiny and sad when she has no other way of expressing her emotions. No matter how hard you try to help her communicate her feelings, she ends up coming back to it- just like you. You wish she hadn't gotten that part of your character, but oh to all that's unfortunate, she did. 

"Are you crying because you missed daddy baby?" You ask her voice softer than a feather against her tiny ear 

"Mhhhm" She sniffles

"Do you want to hug him?"  She nods yes into your shoulder but her hands linger their grip on you for more than a second when Kirishima takes her in his embrace. 

From then on, she's happy. She finds her smile again when Kirishima plops onto the couch with her and they tickle each other. It feels like you're watching two puppies play fight but you don't smile, you only feel bitter. At least, Amira, will be enjoying her self until-

"Sunday morning, is it good?"

Kirishima looks at you, dumbfounded "is what good?"

"I'll come pick her up on Sunday with my dad. It's quite a few days. So I'm asking. Do you have anything to do?" There so much hesitance in your voice, you're surprised you're not stuttering. 

"I don't. Do you?"

"Yes she does!" Amira replies before you can even open your mouth 

"Really?"

"Yes daddy! She's going on a date and she bought a pretty dre-"

"Okay you bigmouth", you laugh it off "That's not any of daddy's business"

"Oh because he doesnt love you. Right?"

"Ah, yes?" 

You avoid looking at him, utterly embarrassed. You should have listened to your mother when she said that kids do repeat what they hear, even if you tell them not to. Now you're left with Kirishima looking at you like you've committed a crime while sighing. 

"So who are you going on a date with"

You feel your throat tighten. A breath catches in your chest, and your first instinct is to deflect, to dodge, to act like the words never left Amira’s tiny, traitorous mouth. But Kirishima is staring at you, waiting, his expression unreadable—half amused for the better part of it.

“None of your business,” you say quickly, to shut this whole thing away, but your daughter doesn’t seem to be done at all.

“Mommy was on the phone all night,” she adds, turning to her father with wide, doe eyes. “She was smiling a lot too!”

Kirishima raises an eyebrow, his lips twitching as if he’s about to smirk but stops himself. He leans back on the couch, stretching his legs out, his arms still loosely around Amira. You hate it— that they so loosely resemble each other at a part in your house. You hate him and mini him can’t keep their mouths closed ever.

But Amira is just a child.

“Oh?” Kirishima hums, tilting his head at you like he’s waiting for more.

You roll your eyes so hard you might sprain something. “Amira, baby, did you get your favorite teddy? You almost forgot it last time.”

She gasps like you just reminded her of the most important thing in the world, scrambling off the couch, away from her fathers hands and disappearing into her room. The second she’s gone, Kirishima’s smirk fully blooms with mischief.

“A date, huh?”

“Drop it,” you mutter, crossing your arms over your chest. Kirishima stares and you see it; his eyes linger at your chest and you know what he’s thinking of.

But he’s not going to ruin this for you.

“Why?” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, studying you like you’re something to figure out. “I’m just curious.”

You scoff. “Since when do you care?”

His jaw tenses for half a second. “I don’t. Just didn’t think you were the dating type anymore. Being celibate and all…”

Your fingers curl into your palms, nails pressing into your skin. You hate how easily he gets under it, how easily he pulls reactions from you without even trying. You want to jab at him — with something across the lines of ‘And I didn’t think you were the fathering type, being a pro hero and all’. But you settle for something milder, a comment on his dating life as well.

“I thought you were dating left and right though?”

“Yes but Amira never finds out” he argues “why would she know that you’re going on a date?”

Furiously you lean over to him, you hate him,M so bad, you could just…. Pour all that poisonous speech you’ve been suppressing over him. He does not tell you how to parent Amira, especially when he

“Ditched me and her to go be with your new girlfriend! I had to beg to get you to do this regularly! I’d rather she had a regular father! I wanna give that to her since you can’t!”

The words slip out before you can stop them. They’re harsher than you meant.

His face shifts—just slightly. A flicker of something behind his eyes. Annoyance? Guilt? You don’t know. He exhales through his nose, looking away for a moment before shaking his head.

“Low blow,” he mutters.

You don’t say anything for a while and it’s truly better— you’d rather avoid seeing him any time that you can.

So the silence is alright. It’s fine. Daunty!

Then Amira’s tiny footsteps come pattering back into the room, her teddy bear clutched tightly in her arms. She jumps onto Kirishima’s lap again like she belongs there, grinning up at him. “Got it, Daddy!”

And just like that, the moment of silence and intense awkward staring is gone.

You clear your throat, strolling around the kitchen to grab Amira’s things. Ever so reluctantly you hand them to Kirishima, who’s already up from the couch with your daughter in his arms. Like he’s scared to overstay his welcome now. 

Good.

“She’s got everything. Don’t be late on Sunday.”

Kirishima nods, adjusting Amira in his arms as he marches towards you. His expression is unreadable again, but there’s something about the way he glances at you before heading toward the door—like he wants to say something but thinks better of it.

“Bye Mommy” Amira says and you scooch over, to place a wet kiss on her cheek. 

“Bye baby, love you.” You wave “Bye Eijiro”

“S’yahhhh”

Only Amira keeps waving her hands enthusiastically. He doesn’t look at you. 

You don’t watch them leave. You just close the door behind them, press your forehead against it, and let out a slow, shaky breath.

You hear Kirishima’s footsteps fade down the hallway, followed by the soft jingle of Amira’s fuzzy keychain for her backpack. You don’t move from the door until you hear the front door to your apartment building shut.

[ovriit]

" in the middle ? no, i'd be on your side all the way. " amira doesn't care for her brother, less so when it seems he uses women for his own gain. shakes her head in agreement with tori's statement. why sugarcoat what they both know ? she's been taken for granted time and time again. it's about time someone did something about it. " sounds like, " repeats, leisurely lifting a hand to fix a strand of her dark hair. " but there's always time for you to make things right. " raises a brow, challenging and playful. " oh, he won't know a single thing. i'm very good at keeping a secret. " leans in like she's sharing a sacred sentiment. " what you need is someone who'd give you every single thing you ask for. please you, worship you. "

" i figured. " maybe that's tori's fault for settling for something shallow and impulsive. " i don't want you to think you need to jump in the middle when he's an idiot. " that's not to say that every new conflict didn't raise the temptation to throw in the towel. " he doesn't care about me enough to watch over me. " self - validation goes a step further when amira's confidence crosses over into something flirtatious. cheeks flush, keen on taking the bait to see how far it would go. " sounds like i picked the wrong sibling. " she leans in, inching closer. " don't tell him i said this but i bet i'd have way more fun with you. you always seem like you know exactly what i need. "

[jsprnt]

Americano PT. 13 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: took me so so long, but I think the wait was worth it. 😭 let me know what you think, love u!😉

W/C: 4.072

part twelve

"Okay, is there anything left for me to do?"

I raise my head, looking up at my dad from my phone. The stack of papers on the dining table immediately giving me a headache.

"Are you asking me, dad? Or are you talking to yourself?" I ask, getting up from my position on the couch to see what his mid-life crisis is about.

"Myself.." He replies, bringing the ugly ceramic mug I’d decorated at the age of five up to his mouth.

The blue cursed-looking unicorn, with the biggest red eyes staring back at me, makes me clear my throat.

I mean, even I would have thrown that thing away after my child forgot about it.

"What are you doing?" I ask, leaning forward to flip through the stacks of paper.

Poor trees...

"Stop messing with them, y/n. They are important documents for work.."

I hum in understanding, holding my hands up in surrender.

"You're really killing off nature with these.." I add, scratching my itchy nose.

"Will you please go and do something useful, sweetheart?"

I sigh, instead of walking away, I sit down next to him. Turning to him with a smile on my face.

"Give me something useful I can do.." I ask, giving him a sickly sweet smile.

I hear him chuckle, his hand coming to rub my shoulder, before he points to the stack of papers on his left.

"The other documents I’d rather not have you go through.."

He reaches for the papers, placing them in front of me.

"Can you sort these in chronological order? It's images of camera footage, date and time are on the top right."

"Sure, dad.." I agree, flipping through the black-and-white printed images. Curiosity raised at what I'm seeing.

An individual, with more of a masculine frame standing outside of a huge, luxurious house.

Dressed in- from what I can make out to be, a black t-shirt, along with the ugliest pair of jorts I have ever seen.

"Where is this from? New case?"

"Bellingham's case." He replies curtly, writing something down on his notepad.

It was astonishing how anyone could read his handwriting.

Were lawyers second in 'the most unreadable handwriting' competition, next to doctors?

I raise my brows at his answer, interest peaked suddenly. I look around the house, as if Jude would pop up like some ‘Bloody Mary’ game if called out for three times- but I remember he is out tonight, enjoying his break from training at fuck-knows-where.

"Footage from the break-in?"

"Yes, honey- any more questions?" He glances at me for a moment, raising a single brow in question.

"No, not really..." I say, eyes flying to the date and time.

I only recognize the date as the first match we played in the Champions League this season, back in September at Bernabéu.

The dates do match up, and when I continue flipping through the images. Seeing more and more images of different dates, with more damage done to the home, makes me gasp.

How did Jude and his mom even live here for many more months after the first incident?

I feel goosebumps rise up on my skin at the thought of feeling unsafe in my own home. Had I known how terrifying the things that happened to Jude were, I wouldn’t have been such an asshole when he first arrived.

My stupid mouth and I...

I shake my head as if to remove my thoughts, taking a deep breath before quickly sorting and stacking the images correctly.

If I had known sooner, maybe I could have been more civil towards my unwanted roommate..

"Girl, turn the lights on. I literally cannot see a single thing." Amira complains, smacking her bubblegum in the loudest way possible.

"I hate winter. Seriously, why does it get dark so early?.." I complain, hurrying over to switch the light on in my bedroom.

"Stop complaining and do a twirl for me.." She says, placing her phone against something stable, so she can see me properly.

"Oh, sure your majesty.." I mock, chuckling at her, before doing a 360.

"You look so damn good. I swear, if you don't take a man home-"

"It's a party- or event , full of my colleagues. I can't be a hoe tomorrow night.."

"If you wanted, you would.." I watch her smirk, before she runs a hand down her dark locs.

"We can do that when you're visiting next time.."

"Can't- I have a man." I hear her chuckle, and definitely don't miss the sound of another, deeper laugh in the background.

"Oh, great thanks for reminding me. Hey Trent, stop listening in on us.." I say sternly, leaning in towards the screen.

"He's not listening in. He is on the phone with Jude.."

Oh, fuck, great.

I turn towards my door, praying Jude or Trent wouldn't be too loud on the phone.

At this point, I was surprised that the jig wasn't up yet.

Amira already knew about it, of course. I just hoped Trent didn't.

I mean, it would be foolish to think that Jude and I could keep our secret to ourselves. But for once, I trusted he would keep his mouth shut about us living together.

Everyone knows that men gossip more than women. They could know the most intricate details of the juiciest drama you'll ever come across, and never utter a single word about it until you ask about it directly.

"Trent's gone, now speak. Why do you look like you're sweating buckets?"

"I feel sick, like- my stomach hurts.." I begin, struggling to take my dress off.

"Maybe you got your period?" She suggests, using the screen to watch herself dot the pinkest liquid blush on her cheekbones.

"No, my Clue app says I'm getting my period in six days.." I reply, hanging my dress back into the closet. Then, I grab my pajama set, pulling the comfy clothes on quickly.

"You're probably nervous about tomorrow.." She mumbles, fidgeting with the lamp next to her, before blending the blush seamlessly into her foundation.

"What could I possibly be nervous about? I've been going for like two years, since I became eighteen.." I flop onto my bed, cuddling my soft pillow against my body.

My thoughts wander for a moment, something close to déjà vu washing over me.

"It's the butterflies.."

I snap my head back towards my phone, pulling a confused face.

"For?.."

"For Jude- You have butterflies in your stomach for Jude!" She screams unnecessarily loudly, making me drop my phone onto my bed.

I gasp, retrieving my phone from the mattress, looking back at her with wide eyes.

"Are you crazy?! Dude, he's literally across the hallway!" I exclaim, burying my head into my pillows.

"He probably heard you!" I cry out, giving her a middle finger.

"Exactly my intentions! I swear, everybody in the fucking world knows he wants you at this point. I've never seen two people in this much denial before."

"I literally don't know what to do with myself, thanks for emphasizing that.."

"How long is it going to take for you to be honest with yourself? Another six months, yeah? You like him, come on. You like him.."

"I haven't liked anyone since high school.."

"Let's not bring high school love into this. You were sixteen, should’ve been worried about GCSE's instead..."

"Okay, let me do a little magazine quiz for you.." I watch her spray her fixing spray onto her face.

She dries her face with a small fan, before leaning in and looking at me with a serious expression.

"Go ahead.." I groan, sitting up properly.

"What do you think of when you see him?"

"I don't know? 'There he is again'?" I answer stupidly, looking at her. I watch her cover her mouth, probably disappointed with my reply.

"Okay- let's try this. Imagine, tomorrow, you see him in a suit, tie all of that-  dresssed up nicely, with his hair freshly cut. He smells like the sexiest cologne you have ever smelled. No 'Doir, Sauvage' shit- think 'Tom Ford, Oud Wood'.."

The rest of whatever the fuck she says doesn't register in my brain, but the heat slowly pooling into my body, down my stomach and thighs, tells me enough.

It tells me too much.

I’m fucked, done for.

A lost cause.

I need an exorcism..

"I'm ready!" I shout, taking one quick look in the mirror, before grabbing my handbag off my bed.

I stuff a powderpuff, some lip products, and my phone into my bag and rush down the stairs.

"Come on, honey. It's one thing to be late- another thing for me to be late to the event I'm co-hosting.." My dad says, already standing at the front door, navy blue suit making him look handsome.

"Ready! What do you think?" I ask him, pointing to my dress and heels.

"You look very beautiful. I did not think you'd wear such a daring colour.."

I know what he wants to say. ‘You look just like your mother’, but ignore those thoughts.

I shrug at him, glancing in the mirror again. The scarlet-red dress clinging to my skin is just the right amount of sexy and chic.

Of course, I had to go for a mini dress, ignoring my dad's wishes, because I could and I'm an adult.

I adjust my silver necklace, watching it glisten in the overhead light.

"Come on, y/n. Enough admiring.."

I nod, quickly walking behind him into the car.

I buckle my seatbelt, the mix of my dad's cologne and my perfume overwhelming me for a second.

"Wait? Where's Jude? Is he not attending?" I look at my dad, watching him pull out of the driveway.

"He will attend, but he said he would arrive with his teammates. He didn’t want to inconvenience us."

Inconvenience?

What did he mean with that?

I mean, we had not spoken properly for days- but inconvenience?

Am I overthinking things?

"Come and grab a drink with me.." Lina says, grabbing my wirst to pull me towards the cocktail- or in this case, mocktail bar.

Due to the discouragement of the players drinking alcohol, mid-season- it was the upmost important for this party to only offer non-alcoholic drinks.

And considering what had happened last time I was drunk- I wasn't complaining, at all..

The party had started two hours ago, though a little formal. We made the most out of it, while dancing along with the beautiful live music. The clock would strike twelve in a little, indicating the beginning of a new year.

Something about New Year’s Eve made me incredibly emotional at times. Maybe, it was the realization of life going faster than I thought- or maybe, it was some resentment I held against the negative things that happened in the year.

Even so, I tried to make the most of this party every year. Dancing wholeheartedly, tasting the food the chefs had worked so hard on, drinking the delicious drinks made by the bartenders.

"I'm going to get a Negroni- How about you?" Lina asks, wrapping her arm around mine as we walk towards the bar.

"I don't know- maybe I’ll just ask for a recommendation.." I speak, looking over at her. Her black dress hugging her figure as our high heels click against the floor.

"Oh, look who's here too.." She says, motioning ahead with her eyes and chin.

I follow her gaze, furrowing my brows in confusion. My eyes land on a couple of the football team players, all looking happy as they order their drinks one by one.

"Oh.." I mouth, lips pulling back into a straight line as I spot Jude next to them.

And of course, just like my dear best friend had described last night. He is dressed in a sleek, black suit matched with a crispy white shirt.

I watch him interact with his teammates, unconsciously staring at him as we near the bar.

His pearly white teeth show as the corners of his eyes crinkle, probably laughing at something funny one of the guys said.

I almost gasp out loud when he turns around, my eyes moving down to see the deep red handkerchief, placed neatly in the pocket of his suit.

Why in heaven's name- did we match?

I lean against the bar by instinct, drawing my attention back to the bartender who's standing in front of me. Eyes darting to the menu, of course- to only see non-alcoholic options.

Maybe, I did need a different type of drink.

'I'll have a Negroni, please.." I hear Lina say, and look at her for a moment before turning back to the bartender. Trying to ignore the fact that I can feel a pair of eyes burning holes into the back of my head. 

What was that called again?

Scopaesthesia?

Whatever it's called, there should be a name for someone's warmth too- because Jude probably could feel the heat radiating off my body at this point, even if he isn’t standing that close to me..

"And what would this beauty like?”

I stand up straight at the words, looking at the smiling bartender.

I give him a soft, appreciative smile back, enjoying his non-creepy way of delivering a compliment, and quickly ask for a recommendation.

As y/n speaks to the bartender, he laughs back, leaning in to whisper something into her ear. It earns a chuckle from her, making her lean against the bar again.

Unaware of his own body language, Jude tightens his grip on his glass. His jaw twitches, and he turns away from the scene, scoffing to himself before taking a gulp of his drink.

His body tensing up does not go unnoticed by his friends slash teammates. He gets a pat on the shoulder from Dani, making him relax for a moment.

"Loosen up, brother. Have some fun.." Eduardo speaks, giving him his signature smile while clinking his full glass with Jude's.

Jude nods, walking closer towards the crowd of his teammates, trying his absolute best to remove his brown eyes from the girl.

The girl his brain has not stopped thinking about, ever since that drunken night..

From the way she looked, spoke, dressed- he was infatuated with her.

And tonight?

The sexy red dress, hugging her body- showing skin-

He is fucked, absolutely fucked, especially when he realizes how clammy his hands are.

The normally confident and playful Jude vanishes for a moment. He's acting like a lovesick teenage boy, too nervous to ask his crush out for prom.

The hour passes painfully slow, with the both of them sneaking glances at each other every other minute. Their friends notice, of course, smirks on their faces as they realize how clueless they are.

Young love shouldn't be this complicated, they think, wanting to push them towards each other already. Tired of the back and forth they were a part of these past months. The patience they had was running low, even though it wasn't anything harming or hurting them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please!" A sharp, ear-piercing sound echos from the microphone, booming out of the speakers.

The speaker is none other than a Real Madrid executive, standing next to the chic, wealthy woman, is y/n’s father.

The entire venue’s attention turns to the two individuals, conversations and laughter cut off immediately.

"Just like every year since our successful partnership with Mr. l/n. We thank you for being here at our annual New Year's event!"

The room answers with happy and loud cheers, some clapping along in agreement. An interesting mix of almost all the athletes signed to Real Madrid, their hardworking staff, and not to forget, esteemed lawyers from the law firm.

"We will enter the new year in ten minutes! Please enjoy the rest of your night!"

As if on cue, the room goes back to their own conversation. And the restless, nervous wreck y/n immediately turns around to visit the bar again, asking the bartender for another one of the drinks he'd made for her earlier.

She didn't even remember what it was called. All she tasted and saw were strawberries- which meant that the bright pink, iced drink was good enough.

She grabs the drink off the counter, thanking the bartender, before turning around to return to her friends.

She looks down to watch her step, high heels starting to hurt her feet, as she tries to walk without tripping, making her forget to watch where she’s going.

Before the girl is aware of it, her body collides with a harder one. Glass in her han, tipping over, the pink drink splashing all over a white, crispy shirt.

y/n gasps, eyes widening in horror. Looking up from the disaster, she makes eye contact with a shell-shocked Jude. His own, brown eyes widening impossibly wider than hers.

Covering her mouth, she places the glass on a small, round bar table next to her, turning to him wordlessly.

"Oh- I, umh.." She stutters, sweat practically visible on her temples at this point.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She thinks, multiple thoughts running through her head like Usain-fucking-Bolt..

With only one brain-cell working in between them, and their hearts beating like crazy. She grabs his hand, pulling him off the dance floor- into a small closet, behind the stage. Away from the peering eyes and cameras at the event.

She turns away from him, closing the door, before locking it. Ensuring no one would walk into this disaster of a sight.

"Take it off.." She begins, speaking without thought. Reaching for a roll of paper towels, ripping off a stack of them before starting to dab away the moisture from his now pink-stained-shirt.

Her eyes dart up, lips parting slightly as Jude shrugs off his jacket, throwing it to the side.

The dim light flickers in the small, suffocating room. She halts the hurried dabbing, making eye contact with an equally entranced Jude.

"Sorry.." y/n whispers, breath hitting his plump lips. Her hand moves up again, rolling some more of the paper towel around her hand, before wiping off the excess moisture again.

Jude's body stiffens, particularly his abdomen. He takes a sharp breath, looking down at the flustered girl.

For some reason, a sudden switch flips inside of him. He sighs, eyes roaming up and down her form, a warm, but burning feeling settling in his stomach.

He decides to move for a moment, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt, and rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. It causes y/n to freeze up this time, her body going rigid as she watches him expose his arms.

Even in the dim light, his muscles protrude, along with the bulging veins running down his forearms.

"Fucking hell.." He says in a low voice, unbuttoning the top buttons of his ruined shirt, making the girl’s eyes widen again.

"What- What are you doing?" She asks, heart almost exploding due to the pace it’s beating at.

"I'm burning up in this room.." He replies, making direct eye contact with her, as he fidgets with the white buttons.

Revealing more, and more skin..

It's like he's dropped the nervousness within seconds. Looking into her eyes while fixing the collar of his shirt.

Even though it takes him approximately ten seconds, to the girl in front of him- the moment is dragged out horribly long and in slow motion.

Her breath hitches at the delicious sight, and she gulps while looking up at him.

Deeply entranced in the tension filled- sensual moment, she drops the wet, used paper towels mindlessly onto the floor.

The lights flicker once again, making her eyes squint as she takes him in.

No doubt, the image will be burned into her infatuated mind from now on. Gnawing at her sanity and logical thinking.

Of course, he smells good. So damn good, the perfect mix of musk and powdery cologne.

Not only is the sight delicious, but the smell is too.

The loud music outside of the small enclosed space continues, the crowd singing along to the chorus of a well-known song.

She looks down for a second, trying to collect her thoughts before she says something completely unhinged.

"Jude.." She whispers, heart beating erratically in his chest. y/n can feel her hands shake, her legs trembling in her high heels.

Their breaths mingle as they look into each other's eyes. A silence settling in between them after she says his name.

Jude's veins practically burst at the sound of his name leaving her lips. His eyes dart to the perfectly glossed lips that say his name so sweetly, so softly..

His mind goes dizzy at the sound. Wanting to hear it over, and over again. Loving the sound most ardently..

A soft groan leaves his mouth, and he traces her beautiful features with his eyes, until he makes eye contact with her, again.

"We should leave this place. The countdown is about to begin.." She whispers the only words she can think of saying, breath shaky and faint.

Jude does not answer with words, but his eyes do dart towards the door. Ears perking up as he hears the familiar countdown begin.

"Twenty!" The crowd exclaims, happiness and excitement buzzing throughout the venue- except in the small room they are in.

"Jude!" She says again, voice a little more stable than before. She raises her left hand, pulling on the hem of his now- untucked shirt.

He snaps his head back at her, watching the soft skin in between her brows pinch together in frustration.

"y/n.." He whispers back, head leaning closer against hers. Making her grip on his shirt grow tighter. Skin on her knuckles tightening from the strength she's using.

"What?" She asks, voice fiery sharp, and impatient. Emotions making her eyes glisten, along with the jewelry adorning her neck and ears in the light.

Though, the tension is high and suffocating- Jude grins suddenly, plump lips stretching as he leans in closer. His own eyes, now with a hint of playfulness in them, roaming around her face.

"Ten!" They hear the crowd exclaim, continuing to cheer and laugh together.

"What?" She says again, lifting her chin up to look him in the eyes. Her breath hitches at the playful expression on his face, like he's an imminent danger to her heart and lungs.

"You're the most annoying fucking person I have ever met.." He speaks, with no real malice in his tone. A chuckle leaves his mouth, soft breaths hitting her lips.

y/n's heart stutters at his words, and the change of emotion in her eyes makes him go absolutely crazy.

"Fuck, and I love that. I love you, y/n.." He breathes, his hand cupping her jaw.

He watches her face intently, watching her blink multiple times, before her hand travels from the hem of his shirt to his unbuttoned collar.

She wraps her hand around the fabric, pulling him closer with a small jank. Wetting her lips with her tongue, she speaks again.

"Then fucking kiss me, you annoying douche bag.."

The words leave her mouth in a fluid, rehearsed way, and she loses herself in his deep eyes.

"Three!"

"Fucking gladly.." He mutters, both of their eyes fluttering shut as his hand moves over to the small of her back impatiently.

"Happy New Year!"

Their lips brush against each other, her hands gripping onto his shirt with a vice-like grip.

Her breath hitches at first, making him chuckle cockily against her lips. His hand supporting her jaw in the most tender way possible, as his thumb rubs against the softness of her cheek.

The soft press of their lips touching make their hearts flutter.

Realizing there is no point of return from this, the feathery touches turn into heated, greedy ones.

The rush of adrenaline makes them lose their self-control, an unstoppable, alluring feeling injected into their veins as they continue soaking in the moment, until they part for air.

Their ragged pants brush against each other's faces, a small smile pulling at her lips. Eyes finding each other again, as their hearts beat in unison.

Jude stares into her eyes, thumb running down her jaw, as he smiles back at her.

"Beautiful. You're beautiful.."

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Swipe Right | Roman Reigns x Black!fem OC (18+)

Description: Roman and Iris go to dinner and get to know each other more.. Intimately.

Chapter: 5/6

Word Count: 2065

Warnings: Mention of death of a loved one, flirting, teasing, Dom/sub dynamics, smut, mention of spanking, very mild depredation, honorifics, fingering, dirty talk, praise.

This is set in an AU in which the og bloodline reunited before wrestlemania 40 and Roman retained. As always my stories are about Roman, not Joe. While there is not smut in the first couple of chapters, there will be in others. This is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy thrown in there. You have been warned.

Roman arrives at Iris's house in a sleek, black car, driven by a chauffeur. He steps out of the car and rings her doorbell. When she answers he hands her a bouquet of her favorite flowers, a small smile on his face. He knew her favorite flower from going back and studying her tinder profile. He was dressed in a suit that made him look like the walking billion dollar check he claimed to be.

"These are for you," he says, holding out the bouquet of white roses.

Iris takes the flowers, surprised that he knew her favorite. She looks at him, trying to hide her surprise.

"Thank you," she says, her voice a little softer than before. "You didn't have to do that."

Roman shrugs, a hint of a smirk on his face. "I wanted to," he says simply. "I know you like white roses."

He looks past her, noticing Imani, Amira and Jax standing in the background grinning. "And who are these lovely ladies?" Roman asks, a charming smile on his face.

"This is my daughter Imani," Iris says, gesturing to the teenager glaring daggers at him. "And this is Amira, my youngest." she adds gesturing to the smaller girl in the Disney Princess shirt.

Imani looks at Roman with a critical eye, sizing him up. She crosses her arms and gives him a skeptical look.

Roman raises an eyebrow at Imani's glare, but he doesn't let it faze him. Instead, he turns his attention to Amira, who is looking up at him with wide, curious eyes.

"And how old are you, Amira?" he asks, his voice gentle.

Amira smiles shyly "I'm nine," she says, her voice small and sweet. He had sons roughly her age.

Roman turns his attention back to Imani, who is still glaring at him.

"You must be the overprotective one," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Imani raises an eyebrow at his comment, clearly not amused.

"And you must be the guy who hurt my mom," she retorts, her voice laced with hostility.

Iris shoots Imani a warning look.

"Imani Rosé, be nice," she says firmly. "Roman and I have made up."

Imani rolls her eyes but doesn't say anything else. Roman can't help but chuckle at the interaction.

"Don't worry, I understand where she's coming from," he says to Iris. "She's just looking out for her Mom. Besides, I have a daughter her age. Not the first time I've gotten that glare and probably won't be the last." Roman chuckled lightly.

Roman smiles at Imani, his expression warm and genuine.

"It's nice to meet you, Imani," he says. "You sound like a really strong and smart young lady."

Iris turns to Jax, who is standing next to Imani, beaming with excitement.

"And this is my sister Jax," she says, introducing her. "Jax, this is Roman."

Jax's eyes widen as she looks at Roman, and she can't help but let out a small gasp. "Oh my gods, he's even hotter in person," she blurts out before quickly covering her mouth with her hands.

Roman can't help but chuckle at Jax's reaction, amused by her enthusiasm.

"I'm glad I meet expectations, I guess" he says.

Iris rolls her eyes and sighs. "Don't mind her, she's obsessed with the Bloodline," she says to Roman.

"Yeah, I need you to introduce me to one of your cousins. Like yesterday." Jax said half jokingly.

Roman raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Jax's request.

"Which cousin are you interested in meeting?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Are you being deadass?" Jax asked, her jaw dropping.

Amira, who had been mostly quiet until now, pipes up at the mention of Roman's cousins. "I want to meet Maui!" she exclaims, her eyes shining with excitement.

Roman grins at Amira's enthusiasm.

"You want to meet Maui from Moana?" he asks, feigning surprise. "That's my cousin."

Amira nods, "Yeah, my Auntie LeLe told me!" she said.

Roman chuckles, "Well, I'll see what I can do about getting you a meeting with Maui," he says, winking at her.

Iris laughs and hugs her kids tightly.

"Okay, okay, that's enough requests," she says, trying to contain her amusement. "I'll see you two later, behave yourselves. I love you both." She says placing kisses on top their heads.

She then hugs her sister and thanks her for watching the girls before shuffling out of the door with Roman.

Iris and Roman arrive at the rooftop restaurant, which is decorated with elegant tables and twinkling lights. The view of the city is breathtaking, and the air is filled with the soft sounds of music and chatter.

Iris looks around in awe, taking in the atmosphere.

"This place is amazing," she says, turning to Roman.

Roman smiles and takes her hand, as they're led to their table.

"I'm glad you like it," he says. "I wanted to make this night special." Roman pulls out Iris's chair for her, a gentlemanly gesture that makes her heart flutter.

"Thank you," she says, taking her seat.

Iris chuckles and raises an eyebrow at Roman.

"Suddenly being a gentleman, huh?" she teases. "You weren't this gentle when we first met." Being that the table he reserved was in its own private little area of the rooftop, they could pretty openly discuss anything without being overheard.

Roman grins, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Oh, I'm definitely a gentleman," he says, his voice low and smooth. "But I'm also a Dom, and I know a sub when I see one. And you, babygirl, are definitely a submissive."

"And how do you know that?" Iris questioned

Roman leans in closer, his voice taking on a seductive tone.

"I can tell by the way you react to me," he says, his breath hot against her ear. "

"The way you respond to my touch, the way you submitted to me taking control when we made out in my locker room. The way you beamed when I called you a good girl."

Iris grins, her heart racing at his words. She can't deny that he's right. "I can't argue with that," she admits, biting her lip.

Roman takes a sip of his drink before speaking, his eyes locked on Iris. "I've been in the lifestyle for years," he says. "It's something that just comes naturally to me. I enjoy taking control and making my partner feel good. How about you?"

Iris takes a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "I've been in the lifestyle for a while too," she admits. "But it's been a while since I've had a partner who could truly take control and make me feel the way you do."

Roman's eyes darken with desire as he leans in closer. "I want to be that partner for you," he says, his voice low and seductive. "I want to make you feel things you've never felt before. I want to take you to new heights of pleasure, and submission."

Iris takes a deep breath, her expression turning somber.

"I haven't been on a date since my husband passed away," she says, her voice quiet. "We were exploring the lifestyle together before he.. well.. I haven't had a Dom since. I appreciate your offer, but I need time to think about it."

Roman nods understandingly, his expression softening.

"I understand," he says, taking her hand in his. "Take all the time you need. I'm not going anywhere. And if you decide you want to give this a try, I promise I'll take care of you and treat you right."

Iris smiles, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at his words.

"Thank you," she says, squeezing his hand.

Once they make it to the car, Roman slips the driver a $50 bill and instructs him to give them some privacy. The driver nods and gets out of the car, leaving Roman and Iris alone in the backseat.

As they sit in the backseat of the car, Iris looks at Roman with a mixture of desire and vulnerability. She leans in and presses her lips against his, kissing him softly at first, then more passionately.

Roman returns the kiss, his hand coming up to cup her face. But then he pulls back, a stern look on his face.

"Ah ah ah," he says, shaking his head. "You know gotta asking permission, babygirl."

Iris pouts and looks up at Roman with a sulky expression."But I wanted to kiss you," she says, her voice almost a whine.

Roman chuckles and shakes his head again."I know you did, babygirl," he says, his tone firm but playful. "But that doesn't change the fact that you didn't ask permission. If you were mine, you'd be getting a spanking for that."

Iris's pout deepens, but there's a hint of excitement in her eyes.

"You'd really spank me?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Roman grins, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"Oh, I would," he says, his voice low and seductive. "I'd spank you until you're begging for mercy. And then I'd take you home and make you mine in every way possible."

Iris can feel herself getting aroused at the thought of Roman spanking her and taking her home. Her breath quickens, and she shifts in her seat, trying to ignore the growing wetness between her legs.

Roman notices the change in Iris's demeanor and smirks, his eyes darkening with desire.

"You're getting excited, aren't you?" he asks, his voice low and sultry. "The thought of being punished and taken by me is turning you on.. such a bad girl."

Iris nods, unable to deny it. She can feel her body responding to his words, her nipples hardening and her clit throbbing.

"You want your tribal chief to make you feel good, sweetheart?" Roman asked.

"Yes," she whispers granting all the consent he needed to work his magic.

"Safeword is red." He tells her getting a nod in response.

"Use your words" Roman commanded

"Yes Sir" Iris responded.

Roman pulls Iris onto his lap, his lips crashing against hers in a hungry kiss. He runs his hands up her thighs, pushing her dress up and pulling her panties to the side. He slides his fingers between her folds, feeling how wet she is for him.

"You're soaked," he growls, his fingers rubbing against her clit.

Iris moans, her body arching into his touch. She wraps her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his long luscious curls as he continues to tease her.

"Please," she whispers, her voice trembling with need. "I need more."

Roman grins smugly, his eyes flashing with desire. "More, huh?" he says, his fingers slipping inside her. "You want me to make you cum right here in the backseat of this car?"

Iris nods, her hips bucking against his hand as he starts to move his fingers in and out of her.

"Yes," she gasps, her eyes locked on his. "Please, make me cum, my tribal chief."

Roman's fingers move faster, his thumb rubbing against her clit as he pumps his fingers in and out of her. He leans in and whispers in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"You're so tight, babygirl," he says. "I can't wait to feel you around my cock."

Iris's body tenses as she feels herself getting closer to the edge. She clings to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she moans his name.

"Roman, I'm going to cum," she cries out.

Roman smirks, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Come for me, babygirl," he growls, his fingers curling inside her. "Come all over my hand."

Iris's body shudders as she reaches her peak, her orgasm washing over her in waves of pleasure. She buries her face in Roman's neck, moaning and gasping as she comes undone.

After Iris comes down from her high, Roman licks her juices from his fingers savoring her taste and helps her straighten her clothes. They make their way back to her place. The car ride is quiet, comfortable quiet, both of them lost in their own thoughts.

When they arrive at her house, Roman walks her to the door, his hand resting possessively on the small of her back.

Roman pulls Iris close and kisses her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers.

"Goodnight, babygirl," he whispers against her lips. "I'll see you soon."

"Damn, I'ma need one of them cousins!" Jax's voice is heard over the ring cam.

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[khaleesiie]

can't help but chuckle as his gaze shifts from one girl to another. they were both beautiful, different but beautiful. one seemed to be quieter, with a effortless grace he couldn't help but be attracted to while the other had a bold spark that seemed to set the whole room alight. it was almost impossible for the male not to notice them, impossible not to feel drawn to them. " alright, " a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he turns toward the bartender. " two drinks for the ladies, whatever they're having. " his honeyed gaze keeps flickering back to them, lingering for a breath too long. once the other male placed the drinks in front of them, he slid them across the bar with a charming grin. " consider these a token of my appreciation, then. for the prettiest girls here. " / @whorifics

" heart of a lion, hm ? " counters, smirking up at the stranger. watches the way quinn takes the lead, already cozying up to him. " quinn's right. i'm curious too. " mostly because he's the first guy that's been confident enough to approach them both. stands as well, offering a small nod in response. " i'd like a drink, yeah. what about you, quinnie ? " briefly glances at her best friend before shifting her attention back towards their new friend.

again, quinn is a lot more forward with her approach. " and the body of a greek god, apparently. " quinn, an artist, appreciates the human form and cameron would look perfect in her sketchbook. " me too. " nods eagerly, a little too excited about the shift their night has taken. she and amira has been terribly bored, spent all night waiting for something exciting to happen. seems a higher power has answered quinn's prayers. " if you entertain us enough, we might dance with you too. "

[lyuovr]

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