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[szagaloree]

how wwould armando react if he is in love with the reader, but she shows no sign of feeling the same way, (he's so devoted when it comes to the reader) And he'd like to know if she feels the same way, I wish it would end in a passionate way (you know what I mean) 🔥

Te amo 🌸💗

Wait For Your Love-

Armando Aretas

summary: Armando doesn’t wish you a happy birthday so you’re day is basically ruined, up until it isn’t.

themes: angst, fluff, smut.

warnings: smut 18+

authors note: I know this isn’t exactly like the request, but genuinely I tried. I hope y’all like it 🥹. Not edited btw, I wrote this on my lunch break.

Happy birthday to you,’ kelly sang, walking a candlelight cupcake over to your desk, Dorn, Mike, and Marcus following behind her. “Happy birthday to you.”

“Happy birthday, our sweet girl, happy birthday to you.” Kelly gives you a hug from behind and you lean into her.

“Thanks guys,’ you smile big, blowing out the candle on your cupcake.

“What your young ass wish for?” Mike asks, slinging a birthday girl sash over your shoulders.

Marcus slaps his chest. “You know she can’t tell you, that’ll ruin it.”

Mike smacks his lips. “Man, shut your superstitious ass up. Seriously, what you wish for.”

You laugh. “I wished for the second day at my cafe to run smoothly for my employees.’ Everyone shakes their heads, happily, saying your wish was a great one.

“Speaking of,” you dig into your bag, pulling out pink envelopes with hearts on their seals. “If you guys can make time I’d love to have you over there for small party. It’s nothing big, just a new cake recipe I was working on, some drinks, and food if you guys want to bring any.”

They all accept your invite, taking their cards with them and back to their desks.

You sit back down with a smile and continue to unencrypte the harddrive they’d found at a crime scene. Mike had told you it was very important they get it open with everything on it.

So that was the goal today before your party, so you could get as drunk as you wanted to and cry as much as you wanted too.

Hopefully not the latter, though.

The compound door swings open with a shriek before slamming shut, echoing through the whole place.

You turn and your heart stops in your chest as Armando Aretas makes his way through.

It was no secret, to the team anyway, that you had a mild crush on Armando. Despite knowing the things of his past, some desperate part of your self truly liked him. And corny enough, you saw the goodness and potential within him.

It’s why you went with Mike to the D.A’s office and fought for him to serve out his tenured in AMMO instead of prison. You knew he wasn’t all bad, he could be reformed, you’d seen it multiple times.

Like when he took all those stab wounds for Callie, the daughter of the woman actively hunting him. Or how he tried constantly, despite his past and his own convictions, to have a relationship with Mike. Even how kind he was to you at times, especially when you know it’s hard for him, training his mind to know that kindness isn’t a weakness after years of being a product to the cartel.

So you couldn’t help but smile when you see him walk down the stairs and take a seat at his desk across from yours.

“Armando,’ Mike says. “You’re late, we’re about to start debriefing in ten.”

Armando shrugs, slinging off his leather jacket and exposing his bulging, biceps and veiny forearms.

You check the glare in your computer, checking for drool, before eyeing his torso, the skin tight black shirt doing nothing for your unquenched thirst.

“Had to pick something up.” He says, eyeing you.

You turn, looking over your shoulder. Was he actually staring at you?

Everyone else must have noticed too, because before you know it, you have eight pairs of hungry eyes watching you both.

“Anything you want to say to her?” Kelly practically nudges Armando with her voice.

Armando eyes you up in down, taking in your typical appearance of a cardigan and jeans, your curls pulled high in a puff on your head.

His eyes pull away from you as he stands and walks over to the room where the team debriefs. “Nah,” he says.

You fell your heart crash to your feet.

Did he just?

Now, you could understand if he forgot it was your birthday, but you have a cupcake with a candle on it sitting on your desk not to mention the fucking sash that says “birthday girl,” no way he thought you were just wearing it for convenience.

You thought, just for once, Armando would show you even a slither of the same kind of affections you held for him…especially on your birthday.

But you were wrong.

Your heart chips a little at that realization, you feel pathetic like Molly Ringwald in Sixteen Candles as you ball up the invitation you had stored away for Armando, it yellow and bright unlike the others.

You were pathetic to think the man you liked would even consider you an option, let alone come to some dumb birthday party of yours. He was too busy for that, and you were too desperate.

Another year older, yet never wiser. It was clear in your delusions of Armando as you wait for his love.

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You’re careful to not drop your cake as you push it through the swinging doors of your new cafe.

You decided to get this cafe as a side shop because you always loved pastries, and making cakes and sweet treats got you through the stress of school and the police force.

So now that you’re older, why not have a cafe for fun and passive income? Was it more stress, yes, but it was totally worth it.

“Wow, that looks amazing!” Dorn’s eyes light up as your bring the cake over to the booths and tables your friends occupy.

“You think so?” You smile.

“Oh hell yeah,’ Marcus likes his lips, clapping his hands together. “You know I’m for anything sweet so.”

You chuckle. “Forewarning. It’s a teramassu cake, so you old dogs might be up all night if you eat too much.”

“Damn! It’s like that!” Mike laughs.

You smile and begin cutting into the cake and passing out pieces. “Yeah, it’s like that.”

“And to think we basically raised you.” Marcus says. “I’m going to let you slide though. One because it’s your birthday. And two, because this cake is fire.”

You clap and squeal. “I’m so glad you like it. I didn’t want to mess it up, but it’s pretty difficult.”

“Mhm,’ kelly says, taking a sip of her wine. “So what’s harder, cake baking? Or admitting your crush to Armando?”

Your smile drops in an instant and you send an icy glare Kelly’s way. “Seriously?”

Kelly hiccups. “I’m sorry, but the way your face looked when he didn’t tell you happy birthday, I mean how can you like a guy like that? No offense, Mike.”

Mikes eyebrows rise. “I mean, it was a jerk move. But it’s Armando. Who knows, he might say happy birthday tomorrow.”

You shake your head. “Yeah, but it won’t be worth anything tomorrow when he knew today. I mean, I’m really pathetic to wish he was here when he couldn’t even do the bare minimum for me.” Your eyes well with tears.

“Hey, no.’ Dorn wipes your eyes. “Don’t cry on your birthday about him. Cry tomorrow, and then come see my therapist.”

You sniffle. “What?”

“Sorry, she’s just amazing, I always like to shout her out.”

You sigh. “Thanks, Dorn.”

Even with all this smiling faces around you, you couldn’t shake the anchor pulling at your ankle. You wished Armando would have just told you happy birthday, even pretended to care. That would have meant more to you than what you got.

But here you were, with all your friends who actually cared about you, about to cry over a guy who couldn’t even be bothered.

A tear streaks down your face and you look away. “You guys should go,’ you say. “I’m sorry.”

Mike pats your shoulder. “I’ll try talking to him.”

You grip his wrist. “Don’t. I don’t want him to know about this, he’ll think I’m insane.”

“Don’t sweat it too hard,’ kelly kisses your head. “I know plenty of guys at the department that would fall to their knees right now over you.”

“Thanks,’ you half smile, watching as your friends leave before you break down completely.

Tears streaked into your palm as you cried out. It didn’t hit you until this morning just how deeply you cared for Armando.

You truly liked him, and his blatant rejection had set all your emotions flaring.

Sniffling into your hands, the soft chime of your cafes door catches your attention.

“We’re closed.” You grumble, not bothering to look up.

“Even for me, ¿dulce niña?” Armando says.

Your head shoots up and the air is nearly knocked out of your lungs as you take him in.

He’s dapper in a black button up not all the way buttoned, exposing some of his tone chest and a silver St. Christopher necklace. His pants are the right amount of tightness, highlighting his muscular thighs, and his hair is dark and trimmed, just like his beard.

Armando, as always, is hard to look away from. But still, resist and play it cool, wiping the tears away from your eyes.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, crossing your hands over your small chest.

Armando walks towards you, hands behind his back as he observes your cafe, like some kind of museum tourist. “The cafe came together nice.” He says, stepping a bit too close to you.

For air, you take a step back, Armando notices and smirks. “Stop avoiding the question. What are you doing here?”

“I heard you had a party I wasn’t invited to. That’s not very nice, bebita.” He smirks.

“Yeah, it was invite only.”

“I don’t qualify?”

You scoff. “You didn’t even know it was my birthday.”

“I knew.”

“Oh, you knew, so you just didn’t care.”

“I cared.’ Armando gets close, pulling at the tule fabric of your pink mini dress. He lets out a shaky breath. “This is beautiful on you, by the way.”

You push him away at the chest, he hardly moves. “Stop it.” You whine.

“Stop what?”

“Stop acting like you like me!” You shout. “You don’t! And it’s fucking embarrassing, Armando!”

Armando swallows, and even in the darkness you can see the shame painted into the little creases of his face and the fast lifts of his chest.

Armando’s hands finally fall to his sides and you see now what he has done. In his hands are a large bouquet of flowers and a blue bag.

“No,” You say.

He steps forward. “This is why I was late to work, princesa, because I got this for you.”

“Armando.”

“Open it.” He says.

Reluctantly you take the bag from his hands, sharp rods of electricity swirling up your arm when your fingers meet.

Slowly, you open the bag and look inside. There, a small velvet box awaits you. Hesitant, you pick it up and open it.

You gasp at what you see. A necklace, tiny diamonds all the way around. It shimmers in the moonlight that peaks into the cafe as you hold it up.

“You bought this for me?’ You gasp. “How can you even afford this?”

Armando rolls his eyes. “I use to be a drug dealer, baby.”

You sigh and put the necklace, as pretty as it is, back into the box. “I can’t take this.” You hand it back.

Armando frowns. “Why not?”

You turn, holding yourself. “Because how do I know if you even like me?”

Armando’s eyes hidden and he holds the bag on display. “Baby, I just dropped bands on this necklace for you. I think that shows alot.”

“Yeah, maybe.” You step back, walking away from him.

He catches your arm, gently pulling you back. “Maybe?” He scoffs offended. “You didn’t even invite me tonight, yet I got you a gift, and you say maybe.”

You snatch out of his grip. “I didn’t invite you tonight because you’re an asshole!”

“I’m not!” Armando shouts back.

“Then prove it,’ you square into his space. “Stop making me wait for your love and tell me what you know I want to hear.”

Armando opens his mouth to speak, but the words are lost when he leans in, his mouth crashing onto yours.

Your shocked, your lips are still against his until something burst inside of you, everything you’ve been craving sealed in this one kiss.

This causes you to moan against his lips. Armando swallows it, slipping his hands into your curls and tilting your head to the side, turning the kiss hot and fierce.

You wrap your arms around the nape of his neck, scratching at his faded low cut, deepening your kiss.

Armando’s hands trail down the fluff of your dress until they reach the hem. He flips it upward and finds your underwear, growling as he feels the thin layer of cotton. You shudder at his touch, your pussy throbbing at the thought of him making contact.

“Fuck,’ he moans, slipping two fingers into your thongs, rolling his thick fingers over your clit.

Your head falls back as you let out a low, moan. “Fuck, baby.”

“You like that?’ He strokes his fingers up and down your soaking wet slit. “Tan mojado, maldita sea.” He growls in your ear.

“Yes,” you gasp. “Oh, yes.”

Armando grabs you by your waist flipping you around, the rounds of your ass pressed against the swells of his cock.

You gasp as Armando pushes you against his hard on, you imagine how it will feel once he’s deep inside your soaking, needy cunt.

Armando nibbles at the bottom of your ear. “You feel that baby. You feel what you do to me?”

“Y—yes,” you sputter.

He grinds against you, his face deep in your hair, taking a whiff.

“God I need to be inside you.” Armando whines. “I’ve always needed it.”

“Then do it. Stop holding back.” You moan out.

Maybe that was the wrong thing to say because in a flash Armando’s got your dress up, your thong to the side, and you bent over the counter of your cafe.

God you hoped no one walked past, because if they did, they get an eyeful of your ass and Armando’s bulging cock.

“Fuck,” Armando moans, rubbing the leaking pink tip of his cock against you sleek folds, shuddering as he pulls back, your slick dripping off his tip. “You ready, baby?”

“Yes, oh yes.” You moan, digging your head into the cold marble of the counter.

Armando strokes your entrance one last time before pushing into slowly. You both let out loud, pornagraphic moans finally being full of each other.

The strokes start of slow and deep, each smack creating friction between the top of your dress and your skin. The deeper and harder Armando fucks you, the lower your dress falls until eventually your boobs spill out.

Armando’s pace picks up and he begins to fuck you with speed that causes you to cry out. He reaches in front of you, grabbing your boobs and holding onto them, circling your nipples between his fingers, pounding deeper and harder into you.

“God, mama, you’re incredible.’ Armando growls. “I’ve dreamt of this moment.”

“More!” You moan.

Armando flips you over, lifting you up by your ass and slamming you onto the counter. He waste no time shoving into you and fucking you, your boobs bouncing up and down equivalent to his rhythm.

You reach down, rubbing your clit in circles, you’re desperate to come on Armando’s cock and have him come inside of you.

You can feel the knot in your stomach build and you know you’re close. The sounds of skin slapping and heavy moans echos off the walls of the cafe.

Your pussy leaks, leaving a white ring Armando’s cock as he drills into you, using one lifted leg as leverage.

Your knot builds, expanding, and you know you’re close to the edge.

You pull Armando close. “I want you to finish me, then I need your come inside of me.” You cry out.

Armando doesn’t even question your requests before obliterating you with speed and strokes.

Your knot unfurls and you moan out, shuttering as you

Come on his cock. Armando does the same, pumping all of him inside of you.

Sweaty and breathing hard, he pulls out, lifting you up bridal style.

He carries you to one of the larger booths at the back of the cafe, using his jacket as a blanket for you both.

“Are you on birth control?” He asks.

You shake your head no. “It’s okay. We’re fine. I’ll just get a plan B.”

Armando nods kissing your forehead. “And by the way,’ he pulls you into his strong arms. “Happy birthday.”

You snicker, eyelids heavy. “Thank you.”

[szagaloree]

First Encounter Part 5

Warnings: SMUT+18,Armando finally getting that 🐱,R-rated Language ,Armando causal taking a piss like it’s normal between y’all 😂Very little Breeding kink,Shower Sex, (Poor Kitty Abandoned and Marcus still traumatized by his decision😭) Previous Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

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As you enter the shower you moan in relief as the hot water cascades against your exhausted body. Soaking up the heat, that is now surrounding you, you grab your exfoliating sheet and favorite body wash, eager to wash off today's stress and worries. 

As you run the soapy sheet against your legs you couldn’t help but to let your mind wander to the steamy make out sesh with Armando. Running your hands over your thighs you sigh with need, ”Damn..maybe I should’ve asked him to join me.”  

Continuing your shower routine, you began to hear water running, confused you take a peek from around the curtain only to freeze at the sight before you. Armando stood in front of the toilet; shirt tucked under his chin, tan muscled stomach flexing slightly, as he peed. 

Eyes trailing down his figure you let out a gasp as he turned, giving you a beautiful view of his thick lengthy member. Hearing a gasp Armando looks up only to see you gazing at him, specially at a certain body part. "Enjoying the view, princess.", he says with a smug look while shaking his member lightly before tucking himself back in his boxers. 

Realizing you been caught you pull the shower curtain back, blocking his view as you yell, "Why didn’t you knock!” 

Hearing a laugh and a flush, you step back away from the water already knowing that it would briefly become cold before returning back to its normal temp. “The real question is do you want me to join you, princess.” tensing at his words, you stop, brain spitting out multiple reasons on why you should decline, but you feel a light throb between your legs at his offer. 

Sticking your head out the shower, you see him drying his hands, while leaning against your bathroom sink. Brown eyes meeting yours while he gives you a teasing smile,” What’s it gonna be mamá?” 

Biting your lip trying to contain your smile, you open the curtain partcially,allowing him to get a view of your chest. Watching as the water rundown the valleys of your pretty brown breast, Armando releases a hungry growl,” Definitivamente te voy a dejar embarazado, cariño(I'm definitely getting you pregnant).” 

Giggling in excitement as you see him strip, you move back under the water, thanking your past self for getting the wet and wavy sew ins. Watching as his tan sun kissed body steps in the shower with you, you let out a sigh in anticipation and admiration. 

“Are you sure that this is what you want,cuz once I start ain’t no stopping." he says as he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you into him. Moaning from the embrace you nod your head not trusting your voice at the moment. “Don’t go mute on me Y/N, I need to hear your pretty mouth say yes."  

Lifting up your chin, with a single finger, your brown eyes connect with his, "Use your words, mamá”.Letting out a breathy yes, Armando brings you into a sloppy kiss, arms wrapping around his neck you run a hand against his head pressing him forward. 

Sucking on his tongue, Armando groans into the kiss, body shaking from the sensation, hands gripping your waist he pulls you closer grinding against you. Not breaking the kiss, he nips at your full lips, while giving your ass a smack. "Keep teasing me like that Y/N and Imma make sure you have a limp while you attempt to walk.", he says in between kisses. 

Shuddering from his words you pull back running your hands against his firm pecks” Promise", you say already feeling dazed by the kiss alone. Feeling his dick jump at your words, you smile trailing a hand down his wet chest and pass his stomach.  

Hearing him release a sigh, you began to jerk him off, wrist moving up and down, at a slow pace. Moaning he grips your ass harder, sucking at your neck while deeply muttering, “"Te lo prometo… A la mierda nena…. ¡Lo prometo!(I promise.... fuck baby.... I promise!)” 

Tracing your thumb over his tip, you feel him shiver against you, while you rub his precum against him member. Armando bites your neck, while trailing kisses down your chest, feeling him flick your nipple with his tongue made you moan loudly.  

He growls as he began to nip, suck and bite your breast: listening as he sucks on your breast made you slick between your legs. As he gives the same attention to the other breast you feel his hand wonder down to your inner thighs.  

Gasping he begins to rub your clit in hard circular motions, throwing your head against the shower wall you moan, which only seemed to make him move faster. Moving away from your breast his eyes darken as he watches your expression change, "You like that baby, does it feel good." he says eyes trained on you waiting for a reply. 

 To loss in the sensation, you failed to hear what he said resulting in him pinching your clit,gulping you say, "What?" Smirking at your loss expression he says,”Y/N you better start listening or this is going to be a long night." Nodding your head, you feel him roughly rub your clit,”What I say about that nodding, shit.” Sighing as he begins to run his fingers through your wet folds, you moan while saying "Okay, Daddy!" Feeling his hands freeze you look up at him confused on why he stopped.  

Licking his lip he gives you an intense stare, "What you just say, baby?”, blinking as you watch his eyes switch to predatory, you say Daddy raising an eyebrow. Seeing you give him a confused innocent look only made him, harder as he grabs your left leg wrapping it around his waist.  

“Say it again,” he says rubbing his thick length between your wet folds, blinking you look into his eyes moaning Daddy. Armando grinds into you hard repeating his words, again as he kisses your moist lips.  

Kissing him harder your breath hitches as his tip rubs against your clit.” No sabes lo que me estás haciendo, princesa(You don't know what you do to me,princess),” he says chuckling darkly, "I haven’t even given you my dick yet and your already about to cum.” 

 Trembling from his words and his merciless grinding you kiss at his neck begging. "What you want baby?” he says as he hears you plead, while dragging his dick against you, "Use your words, I ain’t telling you again.” Smacking your ass hard, he waits for your reply, "I want you inside of me!" you whine as you feel a stinging sensation from the slap. 

Carefully picking you up Armando presses you against the shower wall, body getting soaked by the shower head. Giving you a soft kiss on the lips, he presses his toned body against your soft one while grabbing his member eagerly. Lining his tip up with your entrance he asked if you were ready. 

“I’m more than ready, Mando.” you say sucking at his neck, while running your nails against his back. After hearing you confirm that you were ready, he pushes in the tip letting out a shaky sigh. Reaching a hand up to grab your chin he pulls you into a bruising kiss, as he eases his thick dick into your wet pussy,inch by inch. 

“Damn,baby you taking my dick so good." he groans, voice deep and raspy. "I barely done anything to you,Y/N and your pussy is soaking!" Wrapping your thick legs around his tan waist tighter, as he begins to slide in and out of you, made you shiver with pleasure. 

“If this was any other time, I would’ve made you wear a condom," you say in between pants, while kissing his shoulder. Gripping your ass harder, he starts drilling into your shit,which in return caused you to hold onto him for dear life. 

“Cariño, este coño es mío, ya no tienes que preocuparte por la protección.(Baby, this pussy is mine, you don't have to worry about protection no more.)”, he says growling in your ear, while pounding into you. 

You couldn’t tell if it was water or slick running, down your legs but the way your body was twitching against him, leaned you more towards the second option. Gasping as he hit a certain area had you moaning like crazy, while throwing your head back.  

"Is that it baby....is that the spot." He said thrusting into you, more anxious to see you come on done. Locking your low lidded brown eyes with his dilated ones almost made you cum on the spot. Running a hand through his hair you give him light praises, while shifting your hips against his hungrily. 

“Fuck,right their baby.... you're making me feel so good!" you said trying your best to grind against him from the position you were in. Clenching around him, you set one of your legs on the shower floor, attempting to meet his thrust with your own, as he hits that spot again. 

“I’m close Mando...so fucking close!" you said kissing at his neck, while reaching between y'all to rub your swollen clit. “Damn it, baby, I can feel you gripping me, warm pussy just sucking me up......and the noises your making is driving me crazy......” he says, breathless, thrusting harder as he tries to hold back and savor the feeling of being inside of you. 

 Your orgasm sneaking up on you caused you to throw your head back, eyes closed as you let out a loud moan, body freezing up. Kissing against your open mouth, his movements begin to studder as he feels you clench around his dick hard. Gulping he talks you through it, "There you go baby... just like that...keep sucking in my cock, baby......I'm so close!"

Hammering into you he chases after his on release, pulling your head back by your hair as he attacked your already bruising neck. Becoming overstimulated you didn’t know whether to push him away or pull him into you. As he gets close to the edge his thrusting turn into a frantic uncoordinated thrust, he asked you where you wanted him to cum. 

Mind to fucked to think straight you mumble, "Inside....I want you.... inside." Hearing you say that sent him over the edge as he cums,inside you ,hips stuttering, eyes squeezed shut as he holds onto you tightly. 

Laying boneless against him while the now warm water trails, down your combined bodies had you relaxed. Pulling you closer to him, as he rocked against you, had your nerves trembling, thrusting up once more into you, made you slap his back. 

Letting out a breathless laugh, he asked if you were okay, moving his head back to look at your flustered fucked out expression." Peaches and cream......literally, "you say giving him a content but teasing smile. 

Bursting out laughing, he reached for what he assumed was your body wash and proceed to rub the soap against your body, opting to use his now wrinkled tan hands. Pouring some in your wrinkled hand as well you began massaging it in to his skin. 

Once you two were done washing each other bodies (more like groping), you turn off the water and stepped out the shower with shaky legs. Grabbing two towels out your cabinet you handed Armando one, which he accepted, and begin drying off. 

Wrapping a small towel around your head, you paused in realization, "Where's my baby at?” Towel wrapped low around his waist ,he smiles brightly, "Like I said I wanted to play with his mamá pus-” not even giving him the chance to finish, you walk away or at least attempt to, in search of your abandoned kitty. 

Meanwhile....... 

Kelly and Dorn have returned to their lake house after saving Rita who was almost killed by Lockwood. Kelly looks around for you to see if you can check out Rita's bruises, but is only left confused when you and..... Armando is nowhere in sight. 

Kelly walks up to Marcus to ask where you went; who she just noticed bawled up on the couch looking traumatized, "Hey, did Y/N go to her house?” Mike looks up as he heard the question but before he was able to cut in, Marcus still bawled up started rocking, whispering quietly. 

Kelly screws her face together, not quiet hearing him, Dorn walks over to see what is going on but is pulled back by Mike who sent him a ‘trust me on this’ look.

Grabbing his shoulder to ask what’s wrong, Marcus sits up suddenly, giving Kelly a dead serious look, "You think Latino Mike is going to force my baby to birth little gangsters?” 

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Authors note:I ain’t even gonna lie y’all,I struggle so hard writing this😃,I never realized how hard it was to write Smuts…………………………………..

But for now Imma stick to reading them hopefully y’all enjoy💕💕💕(I tried y’all 😭😭)

[szagaloree]

I don’t know if your requests are open right now, if they’re not, you can totally ignore this.

but I would literally sell my soul to get a hobie brown choking fem reader smut. I am so down bad for this man’s hands bro. there so lanky and long and sfgajakg. and like he calls her princess 😭😭😭.

i’ve read literally every Hobe Brow fic you’ve written and there all SO GOOD!!

hey, anon! 🍂 i know it took me ages, so i hope you like it!

Hobie Brown x reader

Headcanons- NFSW!

Hobie's hands are just right.

They are lanky and long, his fingers always reaching spots that you can't reach with yours.

Hobie loves to squirl his fingers inside you, giving love at your sweet spot as the same time he rubs your clit with the perfect pace to make you moan and whimper.

But today, Hobie wants to try something new in the bedroom.

He presses his naked body against yours meanwhile his tongue is ravaging your mouth, he loves giving you sloppy kisses.

The imagen of your swollen lips and covered by his saliva, it drives him crazy and gets him harder.

So after smooching up a storm with his girl, hobie hurries up to unbotton your jeans, take off your top and removes your lacy underwear.

" ah...hobie" you let out a whimper when he latches in your nipple, cupping your breast as his wet and warm tongue swirls over your nipple.

Hobie smirks and unzips his jeans, pulling down it along with his boxer.

" mph...ah..." his fat and hard cock hits your stomach, his mouth is still sucking your tit so you stroke him lazily and his hips jerks.

" f-fuck, luv" hobie finally stops worshiping your breasts and his tongue licks your collarbone.

You rub his leaking tip against your thumb and his hand grips harder in your hips, his mouth is over your neck, nibbling and kissing.

" you're so good...luv.." hobie moans, loving how your hand strokes his shaft harder.

Hobie rubs your nipple and finally he guides his throbbing cock against your entrance, making you whimper, when he rubs himself against your wet fold and then he pushes his fat tip inside you slowly.

" oh..fuck...you're so tight,princess" his hips bucks against yours, you are taking all of him and feels so good, he is big and feels so fucking good inside you, so deep.

His lanzy hands guides your hips to ride him harder, your tits bouncing in front of his face. You're driving him crazy, the way you are moaning his name, the way you are clenching around him.....God...he is losing his mind.

" be a good girl f'me" he grunts and suddenly his hand wraps around your neck.

This is new.

Hobie is choking you while you are a mess of whimpers and moans, riding him hard and fast.

Your eyes are rolling back, your head tilting back and he loves the sight.

" you like it uh? You are whore for my cock and now for my hands, right ?" He whispers against your ear, the pressure on your neck is so delicious.

You are close and he knows it.

" c'mon princess, cream over me" the flesh is meeting in every thrust, making a filthy sound, the bed is rocking against the wall; everything feels so good and right when hobie is fucking your brains out.

And finally, he spills out inside you, painting your walls with his warm seed.

" ah...yes...yes..oh god...hobie!" you scream his name in a bliss when he makes you come too.

His hand is still on your neck, but now he is not applying pressure, his lanky fingers rub your neck and kisses the spot to ease the feeling after choking you for a while.

" you're good, princess?" hobie mumbles against your skin and you nod.

Hobie smirks and gives you a chaste kiss on your lips

" good, cuz i have not done with you yet'

[szagaloree]

Lord of the Mountains

M'Baku x F!Reader

2.2k words

Summary: After Namor's attack on the Golden City, you are sent to Jabari for safety. You're not sure if you could ever feel safe again after what you endured a few days ago, until you finally meet the kind eyes of the Jabari Tribe's leader...

Warnings: Reader is claustrophobic, has an episode, mentions of nightmares, almost drowning, loss of loved ones, spoilers for Wakanda Forever.

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Water. There was water everywhere.

Flooding the streets, tidal waves taking people out left and right.

It barreled down each and every pathway, racing toward you as you desperately tried to run towards safety, the splashing sounds taunting you from behind.

The water bit at your heels before crashing over you-

You woke with a gasp, body covered in sweat, crawling along your skin.

Even though you knew you had just woken up from a nightmare, you couldn’t manage to even out your breathing.

Because it wasn’t totally a nightmare.

It was a memory. From just a few days ago when Wakanda was attacked.

You looked around at all of the sleeping bodies around you, their mats covering nearly every inch of the floor. There was no empty space. Nowhere to breathe. 

The walls of the small refuge created in the caves of the Jabari Tribe headquarters began to close in on you, and the space suddenly became too crowded.

And then you were drowning all over again, chest constricting, air refusing to reach your lungs.

Without thinking, you jumped out of your mat, maneuvering around all of the sleeping Wakandan refugees, black spots forming in your vision as the panic continued to rise in you.

Why did it feel like the path out of this room went on for miles and miles? Why was there no end in sight?

Finally, you made it through the sea of people and toward the dim hallway.

Before you could let out a sigh of relief, you heard it.

The splashing. The devastating waves.

They had found you once again.

You turned to look over your shoulder as you picked up your pace, sprinting down the hall to run away from the phantom tidal wave that chased you in your mind-

Until you crashed into something.

Something large, sturdy.

Someone, you gathered - as massive hands wrapped around your arms to keep you from stumbling to the ground. 

You looked up, eyes fighting the black spots to focus on the concerned brown eyes staring down at you.

A small voice in the back of your brain screamed to you that this man was important, a person of great respect, someone who deserved a bow or some sort of recognition.

Lord M’Baku, leader of the Jabari Tribe, the Great Gorilla. One of the fiercest warriors in all of Wakanda.

But the larger part of your mind was still breaking down, so for right now, he was someone you could cling to for support.

“Outside,” you gasped, your head growing dizzy. You needed to be out in the open fast or else you were going to pass out. “I need to get outside.”

He didn’t say anything, just nodded. His hands held onto you a little tighter as your legs grew wobbly beneath you.

“Can you walk?” he asked, low voice echoing through the hallway and deep inside your chest. 

You nodded, unable to speak, and it was all he needed. He shifted his hold to grab the small of your back and led you down the hall, holding you closely to his side to make sure you didn’t fall over.

“This way,” he murmured, veering off the main path and down a smaller corridor, and you almost protested being in the more confining space, but something told you to trust the man fighting to keep you upright.

A few seconds later, he was opening a large stone door built into the wall of the mountain. As you felt the cool night air hit your face, your body sagged further into him in relief before running out of his hold and toward the balcony ahead. 

It took a handful of heaving gulps before you managed to put enough air in your lungs to get rid of the black spots. You looked up from the stone below your hands and toward the view in front of you and let out a small gasp.

You must have been close to the peak of the mountain for a view like this, to see the entirety of Jabari, the neighboring mountains glittering with snow, the full moon illuminating every surface with a mesmerizing glow, millions of stars twinkling above.

The sounds of water were gone from your mind, and you were met with the peaceful silence of night.

Even though you had just gotten air back into your lungs, the scene before you momentarily took your breath away again once more, but in a much less terrifying way.

“Here,” M’Baku’s low voice came from behind. You turned around to see a glass of water held out in front of you. Looking up to meet those comforting brown eyes, you nodded a quick thanks and took the glass, knocking half of it back in one go.

When you looked back, you saw two large, empty hands fiddling together in front of the giant warrior, as if anxious.

“What else can I do?” he asked, desperate to help in any way.

Something in the protective tone in his voice put knots in your stomach and you shook your head. “I-I’m f-f-f-fine,” you replied, the shivers escaping from you exposing the fact that your sweat-covered body was now open to the freezing cold air and you were not, in fact, fine.

The lord of the mountain shook his head, a light huff escaping his chest as he took the fur off his back.

“No, n-no, you don’t have to-” you tried to protest, but before you could say another word the wrap was over your shoulders, and the sudden warmth radiating through your body was so  intoxicating that it brought a small smile to your face.

 M’Baku let out a grizzly laugh that brought even more warmth to your insides. “There it is,” he said.

Your brows furrowed. “There what is?”

“I was not going to find an ounce of rest this night if I did not get you to smile,” he replied.

You let out a small laugh, taking more of him in now that your nerves had settled.

Though he now stood a couple of feet away from you, you still needed to crane your neck back in order to look at his face. The man completely towered over you, his presence commanding the entire space.

And yet, you didn’t feel any fear around him, or like you were being looked down on by someone of high status in these lands.

You felt comforted, protected, safe, which had not been the case in the days since Namor attacked the Golden City. Since then, all you had known was fear.

His dark skin glowed under the moonlight, making his features even more breathtaking. Without the cover of his fur, you could see the bulging muscles from his bare shoulders all the way down his arms.

There had been many times during your time in Wakanda that you heard whispers of the lord of the mountains, and how M’Baku’s strength could only be met with that of the Black Panther themself.

You imagined him lifting your body into the air with complete ease, a thought you never inherently had with any other man you had encountered. 

“How are you not cold right now, Your Lordship?” you asked, shivering at the thought of him being so exposed in such cold weather. 

He tsk’ed, taking a step forward and extending his arm out. “I am the heart of these mountains, my lady. There is a fire in my veins that no cold can put out.”

You rested a hand on his large bicep, the warmth radiating from it sending a shiver down your spine. Had you been able to focus on anything other than the feeling of his smooth, muscled skin, you would have heard the small hitch in his breath from your touch.

“M’Baku,” he said softly, and you looked back up at him. “Call me M’Baku.”

How could you say no to such a request, with the way his eyes bore into yours?

You gave him your name, and he mouthed it to himself, feeling the string of letters along his lips.

“You are not from Wakanda,” he said after a beat. A statement rather than a question.

“I am not,” you still responded.

“You chose a terrible time to visit.” The joking tone in his voice made you laugh.

“I suppose not,” you said, finally noticing that your hand was still on his arm. You forced yourself to remove it. “I’ve been here for a few years, actually. Used to work for Shield as a scientist, and was assigned here by Steve Rogers for a few months to work with the Wakandan scientists and Bucky Barnes. After everything with…Thanos, I was officially out of a job. Bruce Banner pulled a few strings with Shuri and allowed me to continue working here.”

“I wish our paths had crossed sooner.”

Your throat constricted, tears welling in your eyes and you nodded. “Me, too.”

Concern returned to his expression and he rested a hand on your cheek. “What is wrong?”

A scoff escaped from your lips before you could remind yourself that you were speaking with practically royalty. 

“I’m sorry.” Your bottom lip began quivering. “I mean, what isn’t wrong right now? Wakanda is under attack, and I lost friends who have been my family these last few years. I also don’t know if I’ll ever be able to sleep without having nightmares of almost drowning ever again-”

Strong arms wrapped around you, cutting off your rambling as they completely consumed you in warmth and security as you cried into the chest of the great leader.

Some unknown number of minutes passed before he pulled away, your composure returning. His hand went back to your cheek, thumb wiping away a tear.

“I know things appear grim right now, but I swear on Hanuman himself that I will do everything in my power to protect Wakanda and its people…” his serious expression turned sly and he winked, “especially its visitors with the most radiant of smiles.”

Your smile returned, and so did your laugh.

“Thank you, M’Baku.”

With a nod, he lowered his hand to grab yours. “Come. Let’s get you to bed.”

Panic arose in you once more at the thought of being in the small room with so many other people. “I think I’d rather stay out here-”

“Nonsense. I have a private room in my chambers where you can rest.” He waved his free hand behind him to show off the giant glass window, behind it a cozy bedroom.

“Oh no, I don’t want to intrude.”

He rolled his eyes. “Y/n, the whole of Wakanda is intruding on my lands this evening. Now, please stop trying to argue with the Great Gorilla before I show you how I got that name.”

Your feet slowed, stomach dropping at the threat. But when he turned around, there was a mischievous look on his face, and a grin from ear to ear. He winked at you again and you found yourself laughing at the powerful warrior before you.

“My apologies, Mr. Great Gorilla,” you retorted, pulling a low, rumbly laugh from him.

He escorted you into the room, remaining at the doorway, his back turned away from you as you sat on the bed.

“I will leave you to rest,” he said, hand going to the door.

“Wait-” you called, unable to stop yourself. His hand paused. “This is definitely too much to ask, and I’m sure you have a million other things to take care of…but is there any chance you could stay?”

M’Baku turned back to you, and you immediately opened your mouth to try and take back your request.

But the look in those kind eyes halted your words, and without hesitation he nodded.

“Anything you need.”

All I need is you, you thought. 

You swallowed. “Thank you.”

He walked over, sitting on the bed next to you, your backs pressed against the headboard, gazes toward the wall in front of you.

The two of you sat there in silence for a few moments, your thumbs twiddling on your lap as a newfound awkwardness slowly ate at you.

M’Baku cleared his throat, clearly in the same state of discomfort as you were.

“So,” you finally said, “how did you earn the title of Great Gorilla?”

His lips curved upward as he looked over at you. “I am so glad you asked. It all started when…”

The two of you stayed awake for hours, sharing stories and asking each other questions.

Finally, as your lids grew heavier and heavier, gravity pulled your head to the muscular shoulder next to you as sleep pulled you under.

When you awoke, the sun was shining, and you felt rested for the first time in days.

You also felt a familiar sturdiness underneath your cheek, as well as a large arm wrapped around your waist.

Looking up, you found M’Baku staring down on you, a serious - almost nervous - look on his face.

He smiled. “Good morning, Y/n. How did you sleep?”

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Have It Your Way II

A/N: This took me forever and it’s super late and I am sorry. You guys really want this so here it is. Reader is Wakandan…so they’re black. You know the drill. Please read the part one to this if you haven’t already

Part 1

Warnings: Angst and smut! You wanted both well I gave you both! Cursing. And some soft!M’Baku, callbacks to the first imagine so you might want to give that a read before reading this one. 

Summary: After leaving the Jabari and becoming successful in your career, it’s time for you to step down from the job but, what happens when M’Baku seems to take s sudden interest in wanting to be a part of the council.

“Then, let it be done.” T’Challa said signing a paper and passing it to you. “Y/N, I cannot express enough how much help you’ve been in the past year and a half.”

“I’ve only done what you’ve asked to do.” You said storing the paper in a folder and putting it on your desk. Since you left the Jabari, you had been responsible for negotiating with other nations’ ambassadors, getting Wakanda the appropriate recognition, appointing people to represent Wakanda in the U.N. and other world organizations. Today, you just finished a deal with another country in Africa that needed help so you agreed to send supplies and support. Wakanda was now a major country and it was all thanks to you.

Whatever, T’Challa dropped on your desk you handled it. You made being a king easier for him. You achieved what you wanted and more. Way more than you would have achieved while with the Jabari.

“You’ve done more than that. I plan on honoring you at the banquet this Saturday.” T’Challa said. “But, I must ask since things are slowing down what will you do now?”

Matters for Wakanda were slowing down and you weren’t needed as much when you first started. You had plenty of options but, it was the matter of where exactly would you go. “Maybe education.” You said. “I thought about going to be a professor at our university.”

“You know I’ll write you a recommendation letter.” T’Challa said with a smile.

“As if I’ll actually need it.” You chuckled. You stood up, turning to leave. “The gift for the prince should be coming in soon. I was going to tell Nakia but, I haven’t seen her today.”

“Y/N, wait. I need to tell you something.” T’Challa said. You backed away from the door and looked to him. “M’Baku is coming down for a council meeting. It seems he wants to restart an effort of being one as a nation.”

You nodded, nonchalantly. “And what matters do the Jabari apparently need help with.”

T’Challa shrugged. “He is to arrive in the morning for tomorrow’s meeting. We will both see then.”

“I guess we will.” You said leaving his office.

You got back to your apartment in the city. You had your resume to fill out and people to email back. The past year and a half had been so fulfilling for you. You never thought you would find this much success. The only thing you wished for was that you had done this sooner. It was bittersweet that this was coming to a close but, at the same time, going into the education system would give you to the opportunity to inspire others to make the difference you made.

Your Kimoyo beads started to go off. You sighed as you set your bag down. You opened your palm, signaling for the hologram to start. “Yes?” You said to Shuri.

“Did you know about M’Baku, Y/N?” she asked.

“He’s coming tomorrow to sit in on a council meeting.” You said as you moved to the refrigerator to retrieve a water bottle.

“Y/N, he is here.” Shuri said.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“M’Baku has arrived a day early.” She said.

Before now, you would have welcomed your heart fluttering at the sound of his name but, the fact that you got butterflies in your stomach after a year and a half apart baffled you. You took a breath and shook it off. “Well, we’ll have to see him in the morning for the council meeting.”

“Y/N, be honest with me. How are you going to handle this? He is your ex-boyfriend.” Shuri pressed.

“You know you really are a noisy teenager.” You joked.

“Hey, I thought you saw me like a little sister.” Shuri said.

“I do and that’s why I’m going to tell you, like a little sister, to mind your business.” You said.

“Hm, yes. Don’t come venting to me when you want to talk about him.” Shuri said.

“Whatever. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said ending the call.

You took a deep breath as you went to sit down on your couch. You were sure M’Baku was only going to be here for a day. This would be the first time you’d see him in over a year. You still remembered how he saw you out of the Jabari palace. You still had a little bit of disdain for him with the way he did you. But the question was, did you still love him?

You arrived at the palace at the same time you always did. You went to your office and logged in, making necessary updates and checking your email. You got a knock at your door and sighed, hoping you would get a late start on your duties. “Come in.” you said. The door opened to Shuri who shut the door and rushed up to your desk. “Let me guess. A software update?”

“He was asking about you.” Shuri said propping your head up on her palms as she eyeballed you.

“Who?” you asked, your eyes not breaking from the computer screen.

“Your gorilla.” Shuri said. You flew back in your seat and removed your glasses looking at her. She giggled. “He asked about you at dinner if you were going to be at the meeting today.”

You found yourself at a loss for words. M’Baku, asking about you. Something didn’t sound right. “You’re joking.”

“No. I assure you.” Shuri said lifting her hands up, defensively. You slipped your glasses back on and turned back to the screen. “He asked what time do you usually get here, whether you were married…had children.”

“Now, I know you really are joking.” You scoffed.

“Okay, I am. He only asked if you would be at the meeting. Nothing else.” She said. “What are you going to say to him?”

“He is here for a meeting. If we talk about anything, we’ll talk about business. Nothing more.” You sighed.

“Can you at least tell me if you missed him?” Shuri said.

“I don’t know how to feel.” You admitted taking off your glasses and tossing them on the desk. “It’s been 18 months since I’ve seen this man. How am I supposed to feel? He told me himself that if I left to not worry about him or the Jabari. Since I’ve left they haven’t communicated with us about continuing with the unity idea and the trade deal that I organized failed after four months. So what am I to think?”

“Isn’t it funny that you will be leaving your position with us and all of a sudden Lord M’Baku of the Jabari of the tribe, your former flame, makes his descend from the mountains to attend one of your last council meetings?” Shuri said getting up and making dramatic gestures.

You rolled your eyes. “It’s a coincidence.” You said.

“We’ll see. I’ll see you at the meeting.” She said leaving.

M’Baku sat in the throne room, removed from the other council members. He watched them speak in hushed voices as they gave him quick glances, no doubt he was a topic of conversation. His nervous energy was put into bouncing his leg which made noises as his heel hit the floor.

Queen Mother entered the room, sitting close to the throne. She gave a welcoming smile to everyone and even turned to M’Baku. “It’s good to have you here, M’Baku.” She said. “Are you really think of participating in the council?”

“I have come to think it is long overdue.” He said in a hushed voice.

“Well, allow me to welcome you.” Ramonda said.

“Queen Mother,” the Merchant tribe elder said. “is it true that Y/N will be leaving as T’Challa’s political advisor?”

M’Baku’s head snapped in the direction of the woman. He hadn’t heard any gossip about Y/N since he came to the Golden City. He knew she’d be at this meeting and a part of him was still eager to see her. M’Baku felt torn apart after turning her loose. On one hand, he loved her but, on the other, he was annoyed about her wanting to meddle in political affairs.

“From what my son has told me, she is. Y/N has been of great help to my son but, our troubles with other nations are over so we’ll have to say goodbye to her.” Queen Mother said. “But, she’s expressed her interest in teaching so maybe she won’t go too far from us.”

“She has been a pleasure to have on the council.” The River tribe elder said. M’Baku watched as each of the elders had something positive to say about Y/N and her many accomplishments. For some reason, he felt foolish. He held you back all those years to only hear great things about your doings since he cast you out.

Attention in the room turned to you and Shuri walking in. M’Baku couldn’t focus on anything but, the clicking of your heels and the strut you gave. From the side, he could see you had been eating well by the way you were filling out your dress. The tattoos on your ankles you got from your time with the Jabari complimenting the heels. Your hair in box braids kept behind your back by a rubber band. You had this glow about you which made M’Baku almost even more drawn to you.

You sat down, giving a smile to the elders in the room. Your eyes fell to M’Baku, your heart skipping several beats and your palms getting sweaty. You noticed he was staring at you. His eyes piercing through you as if he was expecting you to say something or come to him. That look was the same he gave you the first time you met. His eyes, beckoning you to come to him. The same look that had you in his arms and bed, every night. However, this look seemed hungrier, more starved. You felt strange as you didn’t feel the power of his gaze anymore. You didn’t feel the need to call out to him or walk over or even acknowledge him. With that, you broke the gaze to look over at Shuri who was holding in a laugh.

“Y/N, we were just told that you would be leaving us.” The Border tribe elder said.

“I am.” You said. “It has been a pleasure and I wish I could do it all over again but, I’m afraid I’ll have to move on.” You looked around the room to the elders that nodded and gave you short Xhosa expressions of thanks and praises. You looked over to M’Baku who was still glaring at you. What did he want? You distracted yourself by looking over to Shuri. She was trying to hold back your snickers at the fact that you and M’Baku kept making eye contact but wouldn’t do say even two words to each other.

Your head spun looking over at the door as T’Challa and Nakia walked in. “My apologies to everyone. Our son fell a bit ill so we had to tend to that.” T’Challa said. He took his seat at the throne with Nakia sitting next to you. “Before we start, allow me to welcome Lord M’Baku. It seems he finally taken our offer to join the council seriously.”

M’Baku chuckled and nodded, finally taking his eyes off of you. “Yes, the Jabari have decided that it’s time to open up with the rest of Wakanda. So to speak.” His eyes fell on you, almost mocking you.

“Allow me to speak for the council when I say we will help with whatever the Jabari needs.” T’Challa said.

“I know there are certain matters we will have to talk over.” M’Baku said.

“You and I will discuss after this.” T’Challa said.

“With your political advisor, yes?” M’Baku said looking over to you. You froze as the eyes in the room adverted to you.

“If she is needed, we will call for her assistance.” T’Challa said looking over to you with slight confusion on his face. “Right now, we have other matters to discuss.” T’Challa looked over to you for you to open the meeting.

“Since Wakanda has come out to the world, we’ve had success in putting other outreach centers in New York, Chicago, England and we will be breaking ground for one in New Orleans. We have signed a deal to reach out to our neighboring countries and provide supplies to villages and we will be building wells for them as well.” You said. “So far, the world now understands that Wakanda is not just an operating country, we can be considered a major power.”

The other council members clapped. “Y/N, none of this would have been possible without you. You’ve done so much, not just for the council but, Wakanda as a whole.” Nakia said.

“We can’t thank you enough.” Queen Ramonda said.

“It was T’Challa who gave me the opportunity.” You said, looking around the room. You noticed that your statement made M’Baku shift uncomfortably. You grinned slightly, knowing that even after all this time, you could get to him. “I just did what needed to be done.” You said, smiling. M’Baku watched with a clenched jaw as you received praises from the council members. He cracked his knuckles and rolled his wrists, uneasy in his seat. He fidgeted as the meeting went on with matters pertaining to Wakanda. He watched you give insight and come up with solutions as if you already had them planned. So this was your full potential. If he gave you freedom, is this what you would have done for the Jabari?

“If there are no other matters, I would like to open the floor to M’Baku to talk about what exactly does he need us to help with.” T’Challa said.

“The Jabari would like to broaden our educational system to start. We want our children to build skills that will not only serve the Jabari but, we are going to integrate with the rest of Wakanda then, we’ve decided that we need to produce productive members for our society.” M’Baku said.

You blinked rapidly. You didn’t want to believe your ears, M’Baku wanting to better the Jabari as a people. M’Baku couldn’t have come up this idea on his own. The idea sounded vaguely familiar to you but, you couldn’t get over how baffled you were over to fact that M’Baku really was at a council meeting asking for help. You remembered him as prideful and stubborn. He barely would let you pull a splinter from his fingertip, so how was he going to ask help building a new education system. He really came down from the mountains to sit in on the meetings that he would send you to because he hated them. Hell must have frozen over.

“Well, we will see what we can do to help.” Nakia said.

“Y/N, you thought about going into education. You definitely could help out on this.” Queen Ramonda said.

“Yes!” Shuri exclaimed, giving you a wide-eyed, knowing look. “It would only be fitting that this would be one of the last things you would help the council with.”

You shot a look over to Shuri with a clenched jaw. You looked over to M’Baku and forced a smile over your lips. “If Lord M’Baku and the Jabari need help, I’ll be of service.”

M’Baku nodded, smirking. Pleased with himself as if he won something. After the meeting, you shook hands with some of the council members. T’Challa tapped your shoulder, causing you to turn around. “Nakia and I have to go see about your son. Would you talk terms with Lord M’Baku until I arrive?” he said.

You sighed and rolled your shoulders back. “Yes.”

“Thank you. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” T’Challa said walking forward with you, distancing the two of you from M’Baku to whisper. “I know this may be uncomfortable for you. However, I know you are more than capable of handling it.”

“Hey, you know me.” You said. T’Challa smiled motioning Nakia along. You turned back to M’Baku who you knew he had been staring at you for a while. “If you follow me to my office, we can get things started.” M’Baku raised his eyebrows and motioned for you to lead the way. You turned and exited the throne room, reminding yourself that he would only be here for a day. You felt M’Baku close behind you as you traveled throughout the palace. Part of you wished he would just speak but, you weren’t sure if you would have responsive to him. You opened the door to your office letting him in.

“So what exactly do you have in mind for the Jabari from an educational standpoint?” you asked going to your desk and sitting down.

“The elders want to see our children have skills that would not only benefit the Jabari but, Wakanda as a whole. The idea is that our children will come down from the mountains and maybe play bigger parts in our nation.” He said. You looked up to him and parted your lips to speak. “I know this was an idea you had once before. I presented it to the elders recently and they couldn’t help but, agree.”

You sat there astonished. “Well, a year and some months really seemed to make a difference.” You said. You sat and thought for a moment. “And one of my ideas, no less.”

“Well, just as you said. Time can, in fact, bring change.” M’Baku said.

“Clearly,” you said, snidely. You looked up and down. You opened your computer and began typing on it. “What happened on the trade deal I organized for the Jabari?”

“We no longer saw fit to provide lumber. Besides, I already gave something up for the advancement of Wakanda.” M’Baku said.

Your eyes shot over to him, squinting. Your fingers left the keyboard as you squared yourself behind the desk, placing your hands in front of you with your fingers intertwined. “Is that what you call it? You gave me up? That’s how you see it? I was an object to give away after I wasn’t willing to be docile and bend to your whim. When my ideas outgrew your simple understanding. When I wanted to do better and grow and you just wanted to be constant.”

M’Baku frowned. “You say that is if it was easy for me.”

“Hell, you made it seem that way.” You said.

“I assure you, it wasn’t.” he said quickly.

“You were the one that told me that gave me the ultimatum. I remember you making that choice for me.” You said turning back to your computer.

M’Baku’s face twisted as you had stuck a knife in him and twisted the blade. “You forced my hand.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, say what makes you feel better. Let’s get on with this.” You said. “Let’s get this done as you are only here for a day.”

“A day?” M’Baku questioned. There was a chuckle in his voice. “Who told you that?”

“I assumed…” you started.

“I’m here for the week in fact. T’Challa told me about the celebration and you were being honored so…I extended my stay.” M’Baku said. You felt a chill run down your spine. He was doing this on purpose. You must have given a fearful expression as a laugh came over M’Baku. “As you were saying, we should get back to talking terms.”

“I mean, how can he just stomp his big boulder built ass into my life.” You said pacing back and forth in Shuri’s lab. “I was doing fine. I had achieved all my goals and now all of a sudden here he pops up. This is like one of those horrible cliché American movies. I mean, why now?! That bastard threw me out, saying the Jabari didn’t need to change. All of a sudden, out of the blue, the Jabari wants to change. The Jabari elders agreed to an idea that I presented to them once. My idea! And they want to go through with it because Great Gorilla M’Baku deems it so.”

Shuri looked over at Nakia, smirking. “Oh, so now you believe this isn’t a coincidence.”

“This is bullshit.” You said.

“I thought it was a tad bit suspicious.” Nakia said.

“I mean, what does he want now?” you said plopping down on the stool kicking off your heels.

“To throw you over his big shoulders and take you back up the mountains.” Shuri teased. You hissed in her direction.

“My advice is to just focus on the task at hand. Finish the new agreement with the Jabari, figure out how we can help them with their education system…” Nakia said.

“And retire in peace.” You groaned.

“Y/N, be honest. Just say you still miss him.” Shuri said, reaching out and grasping onto your hands.

“I don’t miss him. He told me not to worry about him and I didn’t. M’Baku didn’t want me for what I was worth.” You said, snatching away from her and picking up one of Shuri’s tools, fiddling with it. “The last actual thing he even told me was that he would arrange my transport here. He had a guard escort me out when I tried talking to him and…”

“And what?” Nakia asked.

“M’Baku gave me a necklace…like his. He just took it off my neck like it was nothing.” You said, your voice growing low and your tone softening.

“Seems like he took more than the necklace.” Nakia said.

You sighed walking back to your office. Since you were coming to the end of your days working as the royal political advisor, you decided pulling late nights wouldn’t be the worst thing. As you drank from the dark, strong liquor, you drew up the terms of the new Jabari agreement the way M’Baku and T’Challa were agreeing upon. As well as reviewing the open position at the university you were looking into. You let out a sigh as you were getting hit with the end. This job was everything to you, you did everything you dreamed of. With the alcohol coursing through you, you reminisced about the U.N. meetings, the dinners with ambassadors of other nations, the times where other officials flirted with you because they thought you were just a pretty face until you slammed them with your knowledge, leaving them speechless. You’d never get this thrill again but, you were glad you got it.

There was a knock on your door. You glanced at the clock and there was no way someone was coming to drop something off on your desk this late. “Come in.” you said.

The door opened to M’Baku and you groaned, tossing your glasses on the desk. “I’m working on the documents now.”

“I’m not here for that.” M’Baku said walking. He wasn’t wearing his fur nor his armguards. It was clear he was getting ready for bed.

“Then what is it that you want?” You said in a harsh tone. The alcohol only heightening your mood, making the annoyance clear in your voice. “Eh? What do you need from me?”

M’Baku sat down in one of the chairs in front your desk. He glared at you and you couldn’t tell what he wanted. “Tell me something.”

“What?” you groaned.

“If you hadn’t taken this job, where would we be?” M’Baku asked.

You scoffed. “I’d be miserable. Stuck trying to get a hard-headed bastard to become greater for his people.”

M’Baku clutched his chest as if you shot an arrow into him. “Was I so cruel?”

“You didn’t respect me.” You said.

“Respect you?” M’Baku asked, taken aback.

“Aye, respect me.” You said leaning forward. “You didn’t respect me. You saw me as a possession. You didn’t value me as an intellectual. I was beyond you. I had ideas and motives that you didn’t want to fathom. I saw the Jabari’s potential and wanted more. You wanted me under your thumb with the rest of the people.”

M’Baku chuckled. “None of those things are true. I loved you.”

“You tossed me aside like yesterday’s garbage.” You growled.

“I regret that.”

You blinked rapidly. You set the glass down wanting to listen to him. Something about your tipsy state made you more malleable to actually hearing what he had to say.

“You want the truth? I regret letting you go.” He said.

“Then why would you do it?” You whimpered. “You told me that our ideas may have been different but…”

“I loved you all the same.” M’Baku interjected with a twisted face.

You shook your head. “You couldn’t possibly.”

“You were far ahead of me, I will admit. I was deaf to your words of change and advice. You were…are smart, intelligent, beautiful, well-rounded, a joy to have. I was foolish.” He said.

“Why are you telling me this?” you said straining. “All this time, why would you come here and…”

“I wanted to tell you I am sorry. And as much as it would have pained me then, I have to say you were right.” M’Baku said. You scoffed shaking your head and downing the entire liquid from the glass and even taking in the ice. “You were everything I was too stubborn to be. I know now that if I gave you the ability the Jabari would have prospered more than ever. You may have not been what some of us wanted but, you were who the Jabari needed. You wanted to elevate the Jabari. You wanted to elevate me. You saw everything we could have been and I wasted you. A regret that I will take to my grave.”

You sniffed, fighting the tears. You didn’t understand why they were coming but, they were itching to come because you didn’t just hear what he was saying. You felt it. This was what he should have told you all that time ago. You didn’t want to hear this anymore. “Get out.”

“No.” M’Baku said. “I’m not done.”

“Yes, you are. You were done with me when you told me that it was you and the Jabari or my dream. You wanted me to choose you and when I didn’t you decided to cut me off altogether. You were so self-observed that you would have rather keep to yourself and have me abandoned everything I came in our relationship with.” You said. “You couldn’t handle me. You weren’t equipped to do it.”

“Y/N.” M’Baku called.

“No! You aren’t going to interrupt me anymore!” You said slamming your hand on the desk. “You couldn’t have loved me or respected me.”

“I did.” He said, raising his voice over you.

“Liar!” you snarled.

M’Baku jumped forward in his seat, planting his feet and his fists resting on his knees. “How can you tell me I lied? Hm? Y/N, I loved you. I loved you more than common understanding! I loved you so much that I…I was frightened. You were advanced in your thinking, yes. You saw what I didn’t and while I know that everything you wanted would have been beneficial for us, I wasn’t ready to change.”

“Now, he admits it.” You said throwing your hands in the air.

“Yes, I admit it! You called me stubborn, prideful and controlling of you and all of that I will own up to.” M’Baku said. “But, while you sit here as if you were the only one hurt in this, I suffered as well.”

Your eyes widened. “M’Baku, how did you suffer?” you asked. “How? Please, enlighten me. Because, stop me if I’m wrong but, it was you who cast me out. I would have stayed if you had actually paid attention and listened to me! But no, you wanted it your way. And it was your way that sent me here. Your way that broke us apart. And I guess I have to thank you. If not for you…I wouldn’t have gotten to achieve my aspirations.”

“You think I didn’t hurt? I was broken from you leaving.” M’Baku said.

“I was broken the moment you took that necklace from me!” You cried.

M’Baku watched you as you let the tears fall. You let a weak sob leave the pit of your chest. You wiped your tears and he was instantly taken back to the last time he saw you. The time you left his office in tears after he almost literally stripped you of his love. “Y/N, I…”

“Get out, M’Baku.” You said trying to regain your composure.

“Please, let me…” he started getting up.

“I need to get through these documents before I leave tonight and I cannot do that with you distracting me.” You said sternly.

Your office door pushed open to one of the Dora Milaje. “Political Advisor Y/N. Is everything okay?”

“Yes. I don’t believe Lord M’Baku is familiar with the palace grounds. It seems he can’t get back to his room. Could you escort Lord M’Baku to his quarters? It’s gotten quite late.” You said.

M’Baku twisted his face at you, astonished. You shrugged your shoulders at him and turned back to your computer, typing away at the keyboard. “Lord M’Baku, if you’d please follow me.” He huffed and jetted out of the room following the warrior, slamming your door closed.

You put a pen on the thick stack of papers in between T’Challa and M’Baku. “Gentleman, if you would please sign and date in the appropriate sections.” You watched T’Challa and M’Baku take turns signing the document. A new treaty between the Kingdom of Wakanda and the Jabari. By the year’s end, the Jabari could be fully integrated with Wakandan society should members of the Jabari choose and those of other tribes were free to migrate to the mountains if they wanted. M’Baku was now a full-fledged member of the council and was even issued a set of Kimoyo beads for communication.

T’Challa stood up with a smile on his face as he shook M’Baku’s hand. “It’s good to finally have this.”

“I must say, I regret not having this before now.” M’Baku said.

“Will you join us for dinner? To celebrate our new alliance.” T’Challa said.

“What kind of house guest would I be if I denied it?” M’Baku said with a chuckled. T’Challa nodded in agreement as they have actually grown a friendship in the past few days.

“Y/N, you have to join us.” T’Challa said. Your head sprung up from putting the papers away.

“Excuse me?” You said.

“You played a very big role in getting this done as you have with other arrangements. Plus, it will the one of the last times we’ll have you at our table.” He said coming around and placing a hand on your shoulder.

You smiled and sighed. “If you insist, my King.” T’Challa smiled at you as he began to walk out of the room.

“M’Baku, walk with me. You’ve yet to see our royal greenhouse. I’m sure you’d love to see what we have growing this season.” T’Challa said.

You looked up to M’Baku, raising your eyebrow mockingly. He glared at you almost squinting. “I’ll be right there.” You scoffed as you exited the room with the papers in hand to process, pushing past him.

You arrived at dinner a tad bit later than everyone else. “There she is.” Shuri said. You didn’t like the grin on her face. You rolled your eyes as you took the seat next to her. Your eyes scanned the room and fell right on M’Baku was sitting right across of you. You realized that you were actually sitting the seat Shuri should have been sitting in. You frowned as you knew she had set you up. Your mouth suddenly went dry. You cleared your throat as you reached for the glass of water on the side of you.

You looked over at Shuri who was snickering. You nudged her under the table, getting her to stop. “Y/N, we have to thank you once again for getting the treaty done.” Nakia said, breaking from her chatter with T’Challa.

“You all can stop thanking me for what I was hired to do.” You said.

“But, really you’ve made things so much easier for T’Challa. We hate to see you go.” Ramonda said.

“All good things must come to an end.” You said shrugging. Staff walked in with food and placed domes in front of everyone. They lifted them to reveal everyone’s dish. M’Baku glanced up at you to see that you, in fact, had the same vegetarian dish he had.

“M’Baku, I hope you don’t mind but, we had the kitchen make Y/N’s favorite dish. We figured you wouldn’t be opposed.” Queen Mother said.

“It’s quite alright.” M’Baku said. A smirk grew across his face as he found himself amused that you were still a vegetarian after all this time. Everyone at the dinner table made small talk and continued on with their meals. You caught M’Baku’s glances at you but, you ignored him. You didn’t want to engage with since the night in your office. You didn’t have the energy to entire him since the night he came inside your office. He’d make comments towards you but, you would never really respond to them. That’s how you both remained. Until the banquet that is.

You stared at yourself in the mirror of your apartment. You had on a fitted bronze dress that hugged your curves. It was a bit tight at the top, pushing your breasts with just the right amount of cleavage. It had two slits that showed off your legs with you walked. Your stilettos were black to compliment the Jabari ankle tattoos and your makeup had you glowing. You rubbed shimmer oil on your exposed shoulders and chest making look like you had bathed in gold. You looked like a work of art. You went to pick up your necklace only for your doorbell to ring. You strutted to the door and answered it to find a Dora.

“Is something wrong?” you said.

“I was told to get this to you urgently.” She said offering you a package.

“Who is it from?” you asked examining it.

“Lord M’Baku of the Jabari tribe, ma’am.” She said. You parted your lips to speak again but, she left. You closed your door and placed the package on your breakfast table. You ripped the wrapping to reveal the wooden box. You moved the latch and opened it. You gasped at the sight of the necklace. Your fingertips grazed it, feeling the grain of the wood platelets. You had a sudden urge to put it on but, instead, you slammed the box shut. Pulling on your heartstrings wasn’t going to get you.

You walked into the banquet with others greeting you as you waltzed past. You stopped and made small talk with a few officials of Wakanda. Shuri had stuck up behind you, joining in on the conversation

“Well, don’t look now.” Shuri said tapping your shoulder. You turned around to see M’Baku walking in with a tuxedo. You nearly dropped your glass at the sight of him walking in. The suit was a deep brown color while his shirt was black with a patterned slash draping over him. Even without the fur and leather, he still huge and looked intimidating and you couldn’t help but clench your thighs together in arousal. You noticed his head turn in your direction making shuffle to turn around. “Well, I must say he cleans up very nicely.”

“Sssh.” You hissed. A chime went off summoning everyone to their seats at the circular tables. You found your way to your seat and tried focusing on other things around the room. You were shocked out of your spacing out by getting a whiff of a woodsy cologne. You turned to see M’Baku taking the seat to your left. You cursed yourself in your head knowing you had just subjected yourself to a night of torment.

“Did you receive my gift?” M’Baku said.

You looked over to him, studying his smirk. “Why give it back now?”

“Do you remember what I told you when I gave it to you?” he asked. You swallowed a lump in your throat. “I told you that…”

“You loved me and you meant it when you said that our differences didn’t sway your love. I know, don’t remind me.” You said, smiling and waving at a guest that walked in and motioned to you.

“I gave you the necklace to remind you.” M’Baku chuckled.

“You’ll have it back by the end of the night.” You whispered.

“That’s the thing about a gift, Y/N. You aren’t supposed to give it back.” M’Baku teased.

“Another thing about a gift is you don’t take it back, either.” You fired back.

“Clearly, my mistake.” He said, mockingly. You turned your head, glancing over at him with daggers in your eyes but, his were soft. Your heart was pounding all of a sudden from being so close to him.

“I can’t wait until you leave.” You growled. M’Baku snickered at your comment.                                                                                          

“By the way, Y/N. You look absolutely stunning.” He whispered, leaning into you. His breath tickled your neck almost pulling a gasp from you.

You inched away from him, catching his lustful eyes. You scoffed, disgusted and waved him off. The banquet went on with food being served and chatter with the who’s who of Wakanda. Finally, T’Challa made his way up to the stage.

“I want to thank everyone for coming out tonight. As many of you know, Wakanda since coming out to the world has flourished. We faced our hardships but, nonetheless we’ve thrived. We’ve established outreach programs America and England to help their minority populations. We’ve partnered with our neighboring countries to extend a helping hand in their development. Wakanda has ambassadors and we have seats in major world organizations like the U.N.” T’Challa said earning applause from everyone in the crowd. “However, though I am King. I did not do this alone. Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to acknowledge the woman that all of this possible. I gave her the position and she ran with it. We gave her an inch and she made it a mile. She is the reason why Wakanda is now seen as a major power. Help me in honoring our political advisor, Y/N Y/L/N.”

Everyone turned in your direction, clapping. You smiled as you stood up to walk onto the stage. You turned back to the crowd to see people actually standing as they clapped for you. You pressed your lips together to hide the smile and your eyes began to water.

“For your outstanding determination and valor, let us thank you.” T’Challa said. Nakia came up and handed you a plaque with your name on it. You smiled looking at what your hard work got you. “I hope I speak for the entire council and all of Wakanda when I say that you’ve done more for us in a year and a half than we have ever asked of you. Thank you for everything.”

You wiped the few tears that managed to escape your eyes as Nakia hugged you and T’Challa shook your hand. Everyone started clapping again, pulling more tears from you. You stepped off the stage with T’Challa and Nakia. “Please, don’t tell me thank you again. I can’t, this is too much.” You said using a napkin that Nakia gave you to dab your eyes.

“You deserve it.” Nakia said.

“We’ve been lucky to have you.” T’Challa said.

You walked back to your table with M’Baku eyeballing you as you came to sit down. “What are you looking at?” you said.

“You’re almost done, right?” M’Baku said. “Being a political advisor for the royal council?”

You rolled your eyes. “What made you come to that conclusion?”

“Well, T’Challa made you an offer. So would you allow me to make you one?” M’Baku said.

“And what offer could you possibly make me?” you said picking up your wine glass.

“You’re educated. Come back to the Jabari and help me organize an education system for our children.” He said.

You smacked your lips, looking over at him. “No.”

“Why not? You were going into education anyway. Why wait on hearing back from a university when I’m giving you an opportunity now.” M’Baku said. “Besides, it was your idea in the first place. Why not see it come to fruition?”

“Because, I don’t want to be under your thumb.” You snarled.

“You wouldn’t be. I’d give you free reign. You do what you want to do. I would just enforce.” M’Baku said.

“You give me the necklace back, offer me a job…seems like a ploy to get me back.” You said, sipping your wine.

“Is it working?” M’Baku said turning to you. You laughed until you noticed the sincerity in his eyes.

“You aren’t joking, are you?” you said. “Tell me you are.”

M’Baku’s face didn’t change. His eyes told you everything. He didn’t have to say a word. You didn’t want to believe that he was trying to reel you in but, here he was. Trying to suck you in as if he wasn’t the one that broke your heart.

You scoffed, taking in the rest of your wine. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way.” M’Baku said. “But, I’m serious.”

You glared him in the eye. “Come back to the Jabari.”

“No.” You said.

M’Baku sighed. “If you don’t want to come back to me, that’s fine. But, would you stray away from helping the Jabari? Come back and help further us as a people.”

“I couldn’t do it when I was there. So why would I do it now?” you said. “Just because you call. You want me back after all this time. No thank you.”

“What would I have to do?” he said.

“Nothing. There is nothing you could do.” You said.

“Y/N.” M’Baku called.

“Stop. I’m not doing this. You can’t come here and expect to get me back. You’re welcome to stop by my apartment to pick up the necklace. After that, I never want to see you again.” You said before getting up and making a break for the bathroom.

You sat on the couch of your apartment with your glass of wine, seething from leaving the banquet. There was a heavy knock at your door. You sprung up from the couch and went to your door. You swung it open to M’Baku, still in his tuxedo. It didn’t matter how good he looked, you were angry.

“Can I…” he started.

“No.” You growled. You whirled around going to your breakfast table and picking up the wooden box. “Take it and go. I hope you enjoyed your stay and I wish you well in your future endeavors with the council.” You tried to shut the door but, M’Baku held it open with his large hand.

“Let me talk to you.” M’Baku said.

“I’ve heard enough.” You said.

“Y/N, I love you.”

You fought the gasp that wanted to leave your throat. You shook your head violently, earrings slapping your cheeks. “No, don’t tell me that. You don’t get to say that. You don’t love me. It’s been over a year, you couldn’t possibly.”

“But, I do. I didn’t stop and only Hanuman knows why I couldn’t. I tried to fight my feelings and pain every day. I even tried looking for you in other women but, that was a mistake altogether.” He said stepping into the apartment and closing your door.

“Why are you telling me this?” you said.

“Because, I was weak. I couldn’t stand to watch you mature before me and it was even more unbearable living without you. Not having your input during council meetings, you bringing ideas to the table, disputing with me, matching my stubbornness. You are more than what I needed and I didn’t deserve you.” M’Baku said.

“You barely deserve me now.” You said.

“I know. And asking you to come back with me at a time like this was a feeble attempt. But, I stand here asking you to love me like you did then.” M’Baku said.

“Stop it.” You said, covering your ears. Clearly a poor attempt at trying to shield yourself from M’Baku breaking you down as he was indeed getting to you. M’Baku put the necklace box on the counter of your kitchen and grasped your wrists. “Please, just leave.”

“I hurt you, I know.” He said. You nodded in agreement. “Please, Y/N. Let me right my wrongs. Give me the chance to fix my mistakes. I want to fix it. I want us to be together again.”

“M’Baku, no.” you whimpered.

“I love you.” M’Baku whispered tenderly in your ear. “Tell me you love me.”

“I can’t.” you said. At this point, it was a fight between your brain and your heart. One told you that you could love him again and you could even work with him. The other told you that the idea of being with him was more foolish than sound. You winced at the internal battle within you and the physical one you were getting ready to fight.

M’Baku wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you close. He craned his neck, putting his lips close to yours. “Y/N, please. I don’t want to leave here without you.”

You whimpered as his large hands gripped your waist. Part of you wanted to fight him but, you were already melting under his touch. A flame inside you, reignited and it wasn’t going to be put out anytime soon. You found the strength to lean up on your toes of your heels. M’Baku didn’t waste much time, falling into a kiss.

You moaned into his mouth, electricity flowing through you at the feel of M’Baku’s lips. Your body reacting in a way so long forgotten that it almost felt foreign. You didn’t think you’d fall into this the way you did but, you were complaining at the moment. Your fingers dug into the skin of his neck as you tried pulling yourself closer as if that was even possible. The heat coming off the both of you was beckoning you to go further.

M’Baku pulled away from you, looking into your eyes for confirmation to go further. His answer was you kicking off your heels behind you and tugging on the suit jacket. M’Baku obliged unbuttoning it and tossing it. He undid his shirt as you pulled on his belt, leading him into your bedroom. You reached behind you to grasp the zipper of your dress.

“No. Let me do it” M’Baku huffed. You slowly turned around at his requests. You felt the dress come loosen. M’Baku’s fingers grazed your exposed shoulders and found the edge of your dress. He turned you around and slightly tugged at the top of your dress, letting it fall. Your large plump breasts, finally free. You stepped out of it, looking at M’Baku. He looked at you in awe. His memory of you didn’t serve him justice, looking at you now was what he needed. He let his unbuttoned shirt fall to the ground. He pulled you into him, giving you a passionate kiss. You backed yourself into the bed, pulling him down on top of you. He moved from your lips to kiss your neck. A moan left your lips. Your body was aching for this. You had a few one night stands during your time but, nothing like this. M’Baku knew your body. He was the only man who could touch literally anywhere and make you aroused.

M’Baku slid down and kneeled on the floor. You rested your legs on his broad shoulders, letting him pull your panties from you. He grabbed your feet, kissing the tops of them. Your toes curled at how soft and gentle he was in this moment. He kissed the tattoos around your ankles, letting his fingers trace them. He opened your legs again, letting them rest back on his shoulders. You moaned at the feel of a kiss on your inner thigh. You grabbed onto his coarse hair, preparing for what was to come next. M’Baku leaned his head in, dipping his tongue into you. You let a moan leave your lips as you began to quiver already.

“It’s been too long.” M’Baku said against you. The vibrations made you squirm. You moved your hips into him as if you wanted to ride his tongue. M’Baku sensed your eagerness as he inserted one finger inside you and pressed the tip of his tongue into your clit. You clutched the sheets as whines leave your mouth. M’Baku watched your chest rise and fall and you tried hanging on, not wanting to come so soon.

“M’Baku, fuck.” You gasped as you clenched around his finger. He inserted another one inside you, pumping them into you slowly. Your toes gripped the edge of the bed. You felt the pressure in your stomach building up and your moans got louder.

“Are you ready to cum for me?” he said. You nodded, frantically while rolling your hips into his thick, long fingers. “I want it on my tongue, Y/N.” He removed his fingers as he put his tongue back to your lick and let it glide over your lips, flicking it. You shook and arched your back. Your body seizing up as you felt your orgasm rush through you.

M’Baku didn’t miss one bit of it, licking you cleaning and keeping you wet. You pulled on his hair, pushing his face into you. You bit your lip as you practically rode his face, edging you into another orgasm. M’Baku moved his tongue along with you, gripping your thighs. He hummed against you, making the vibrations that you yearned for. Your walls started contracted all over again. “I’m coming!” you yelled. M’Baku pulled away from you to watch you writhe in your orgasm. He spread your lips to see the full view of you, contracting and dripping on your sheets.

M’Baku rose to his feet, undoing his belt and pants. You jumped up to kiss him, tasting yourself. You moved his hands as you yanked his zipper down. You felt his erection spring free against your thigh. You broke the kiss to look down at his length. You reached down stroking him, earning a low grunt from him. He placed a hand on the back of your neck, causing you to lean down. You placed a soft kiss on his tip before wrapping your tongue around his member. He shuddered at the feel of your tongue. His fingers intertwined in your braids as you bobbed your head. You eased yourself all the way down, taking in his entire length, deep throating him. You extended tongue to touch the base of his member. You heard him curse in Xhosa, letting you know that you did something right. You pulled him out of your mouth to look up at him, still stroking him. His mouth gaped open, watching you. You smiled, dipping your head back down and bringing him into your mouth. You gagged as he made it to the back of your throat.

M’Baku let out a soft moan as you focused on his tip as he moved your braids from your face. You used your free hand to cup his balls, massaging them. M’Baku let a gasp escape his lips. “By Hanuman, you will be my undoing.” You felt him twitch inside your mouth, knowing he was close to his orgasm. You hallowed out your mouth, swallowing him in. M’Baku gripped the back of your neck as he braced himself. You pressed your hands on his hips, stopping him from forcing himself down your throat. With a loud grunt, you felt M’Baku release down your throat. Once he was done, you pulled away from him, gracefully wiping your mouth. He cupped your face, looking down at you breathlessly.

“Lay back.” He whispered. You took his hands and eased back onto the mattress, pulling him on top of you. You opened your legs for him, letting him lean into you. He gave you one last kiss before pushing himself inside you, giving you only half his length. You moaned in his mouth, forgetting how he felt. Every time you laid together came rushing back to you. Your muscle memory kicked in, wrapping your legs around him and gripping his shoulders. M’Baku fought not to immediately give you a forceful pump as his body was needy for you just like yours.

You nuzzled yourself in the crook of his neck, gasping. “M’Baku, I need you to move.”

“Tell me you need me again, Y/N. I want to hear it.” he said, looking into your eyes.

“I need you.” You said in the most seductive voice you could muster. M’Baku rolled his hips once and your eyes were already rolling back. “Yes.” You moaned. M’Baku moved slow, sending drawn out waves of pleasure through. Your nails scratched along his tattoos as his pumps got faster. The force of his thrusts caused the sound of skin slapping to fill the room with your moans.

M’Baku lifted off you, balancing on his palms. Your hands rested on his neck as he plowed into you. You kept your legs around his hips, pushing him further into you. “All of it. Please, give me all of it.” M’Baku rolled his hips deeper and faster into you. You looked down watching how M’Baku’s member was glistening with your juices. You could hear the squishing of your womanhood and your legs began to shake.

“You’re close,” M’Baku said, sounding more like he was telling you than a question.

You nodded with your hands moving back to his shoulders. He quickened his pace, crashing into you. Your moans grew louder as his movements became more messy and erratic. “M’Baku, damn it!” You cried. His groans and gasps became louder. You arched your back after feeling the pressure in your stomach build up again. M’Baku lowered himself down, kissing you. He consumed your moans as you wrapped yourself around completely. Your walls contracted and then tightened completely. M’Baku gave you one heavy pump, shooting into you and leading into your own orgasm.

M’Baku broke the kiss to look down at you. You gazed at each other, breathless and sweaty. Your hands caressed his chest, the sensation of rubbing his bare chest made the moment even better. You both hadn’t felt this in a long time.

M’Baku leaned down to plant another kiss on your neck as he pulled out of you. He sat on the bed, lifting you up to sit on his lap. You latched onto his neck, initiating another kiss. You pulled away from him, running your fingers through his hair and into his beard. You sat there straddling him, not wanting to form words in the event you’d ruin the moment. However, the silence was beckoning you to do something.

M’Baku rested against the plush headboard as you massaged your breasts. You moaned as he pinched your nipples. He left a soft, wet kiss on your right breasts before moving to the left. He pulled you closer, running a fingertip up and down your spine. You let out a soft moan, sensitive to touch in this area. You loved that he remembered where to touch you. He knew every curve of you and you knew every scar on him. You grazed the small scratches on his arms from sparring. You wiped the beads of sweat from his brow, both of you enjoying the tender moment that came with coming down from your highs.

M’Baku gripped the backs of your thighs, lifting you up. A gasp came from you as you felt his tip on your wet lips. You braced yourself on his shoulders as you sank down on him. He moaned at being engulfed in your wetness. You started to grind into him, getting vocal reactions from the both of you. You threw your head back, shaking your braids. M’Baku palmed your ass, letting you know that you were doing something right. You bounced on him then, twirled your hips on him. M’Baku cursed in front of you, earning a giggle out of you.

“You like this?” you asked.

“I love it. Do it again.” M’Baku huffed in your neck.

You moved your hips in a circular motion, throwing it in a circle. M’Baku bucked his hips into you with a loud grunt. His grip on your ass got tighter. You moved your hands from M’Baku’s shoulders to the top of your tufted headboard, gaining more leverage and your pace quickened. You changed your tempo, from twirling to putting an arch in your back and bouncing on him. Your ass clapping on him got you even more aroused. M’Baku’s thighs began to tense up letting you know he was close like you. “Almost there.” You whined.

M’Baku gripped your hips, his thumbs almost bruising your waist at how tight he was holding you. He watched you moved on him, enthralled. His chest rising and falling as you brought him to the edge. You became tight around him and your body seized up. M’Baku took control using his large hands to move your hips and in four short movements, you felt yourself come undone. You let out a labored scream, leading M’Baku’s hips to push you up as he came. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he shook beneath you.

M’Baku relaxed on the bed and rolled over. He laid you on the soft pillows as he pulled out of you. He hovered over you, wiping the sweat from your face. He eased the covers from under you and pulled them over him. M’Baku laid his head down on your chest as you played in his curls. The sounds of your heartbeat lulled him to sleep as you drifted off to his soft snores.

You awoke to the sun breaking through your curtains. You felt snore from last night’s activities and you felt the weight of M’Baku’s head on your chest. You looked down to see him watching you. You smiled at him, a silent good morning. He leaned up and laid a soft peck on your lips. He moved under the sheets to lay on the side of you. You rolled on your side to face him as he still laid on his stomach, looking into your eyes.

“Do you know how long it’s been…since a woman has really pleased me?” M’Baku said. “Not one time have I experienced the same feelings with you that I have anyone else.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have let me go.” You chuckled.

“Y/N, I’m serious. Come home with me.” M’Baku said. “I won’t stand in your way this time.”

You looked into his eyes. There was no longer lust or that sensual hunger. It was all sincerity. This was a look you hadn’t seen from him before. Loving, needy. His eyes begged you to open yourself up to him again. Your heart wanted to jump out of your chest and run into his arms. M’Baku really wanted you back. Needed you back. “M’Baku…”

“Don’t tell me no.” he whispered.

“What if I can’t tell you yes?” you asked.

M’Baku fell silent. He looked over you, out the window at the city coming to life for the day. “I was supposed to leave this morning.”

“I’m sure they are looking for you.” You said looking out of the window with him.

“Y/N, please. Come home.” M’Baku said in an exhausted whine.

“I can’t just pack up and come with you.” You said shaking your head.

“Then, what did we do here?” M’Baku asked. “Y/N, what did we do in this bed? I told you that I love you and even still you don’t…”

“You can’t expect to bat your eyes, tell me sweet nothings, and seduce me and I’ll jump into your arms for you to carry me back up those mountains. This isn’t a fairytale. It’s not that simple.” You said.

“Tell me you love me.” M’Baku said. “You never said it and I need you to say it.”

“M’Baku…please.” You whimpered.

“Tell me. Say you love me and that you forgive me.” M’Baku said. You reached over caressing his cheek, hoping that giving him physical affection would appease him but, M’Baku wasn’t going to be fooled. “If you won’t say it…I understand.” You watched him get out of your bed and start putting his clothes back on. You clutched the sheets over your chest and sat up. He kept his back to you. You didn’t understand why the tears were falling but, they were. Your heart was hurting all over again.

“I’m sorry for what I did. You didn’t deserve that. I want you to know that despite our differences, I love you. And since Hanuman seems fit to punish me for how I wronged you, I’ll live with not having you again.” He said. You watched him, plop down on the bed, practically shaking it as he laced his shoes up.

You stood there speechless, fighting the sobs that ripped through you. M’Baku, silently, stood up and walked out of your bedroom. You ripped the sheets from the bed, hurriedly wrapping them around you and balling up the bottom so you could walk freely. “M’Baku, wait.”

M’Baku refused to face you as he pulled his jacket over his arms and buttoned it. He went over to the wooden box, opening it and removing the necklace. He sighed, heavily. He turned to you holding it in his hands, anxious. He walked up to you, unclipping it. You didn’t move as M’Baku placed it on your latching it together and fixing it on you to look perfect.

“Keep it. It’s yours. I could never give it to someone else.” He said. You parted your lips to speak but, M’Baku leaned down to give you a slow passionate kiss. You both stayed like that as if you were frozen in time. Neither of you wanting to break the kiss but, you both knew you had to. You shuddered as M’Baku pulled away from you. He wiped your tears from your cheeks. He pulled you in for a hug, putting his nose into your hair, taken in your scent. He wanted to feel you for the last time. He wanted to savor this moment because for all the both of you knew…you’d never see each other again.

M’Baku pulled away with a sigh. His eyes threatening to let his tears fall. He closed his eyes and rubbed his face, fighting his own emotions. You looked to him with a pained look, biting your lip to fight off any sound of weakness. At the same time, anything you said would make him stay. It would let him know how you really felt. It would let him know that his attempts weren’t futile and he did, in fact, win you back. But alas, he had to leave and you weren’t going with him.

Without another word, M’Baku walked to the door of your apartment. The pain in your chest from holding the sobs back was crushing. He glanced back at you, nodding to you, a silent, solemn goodbye.

As soon as the door shut, a sob reaped from you. You went to the door and pressed your hands against it but, you could hear his heavy footsteps retreating away. You held yourself as you slid to the floor. “I love you.” You whispered as if he would be able to hear it. You should have said it while he was in the same room as you. A chance you’d never get again.

M’Baku let out a heavy sigh as another tribe meeting ended. He let his knobkerrie rest against his shoulder as he let his elbows rest on his knees and hung his head. M’Baku was still reeling from his time in the Golden City. He missed you. Often, his thoughts would drift off to you but, it was all torture because he didn’t have you. His thoughts were interrupted by a guard coming in.

“What is it, now?” he said with clear annoyance in his voice.

“Lord M’Baku. Someone has requested an audience with you.” The guard said.

M’Baku pinched the bridge of his nose and motioned for the guard to escort them in. He kept his eyes shut as he heard the light footsteps of whoever was disturbing his peace. “You’re not going to have long so I suggest you start talking.”

“Well.” A familiar voice said. His eyes snapped open. He looked up to find you standing before him in Jabari attire, your natural hair with a faded brown dye on the ends like his, and his necklace adorning your neck. “I understand you are in need of someone to oversee your education department. Should I start with how you should structure it or the curriculum, Lord M’Baku?”

M’Baku smiled at you, jumping up from his throne and rushing up to you. You opened your arms, letting him crash into you. You were lifted into the air, pulling a childlike laugh from you. “How are you here?”

“I remember being offered a position, sir. I was coming to see if it was taken.” You said playfully.

“It is now.” M’Baku said leaning down to kiss you.

[szagaloree]

Satisfied

A/N: Back at it again. The Reader is plus-sized and Wakandan…so she’s black. If there is an issue, direct it elsewhere. 

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation if you squint

Summary: M’Baku’s been busy so you decide to help him relax.

You carried back the bowl of herbs you had picked to the Jabari complex. It was a tad bit warmer than usual but hardly enough for the snow to melt. “Lady Y/N, what are you using the leaves for?”

“I’m trying a new aromatherapy blend.” You said. Your mother passed her spa and healing practice to you. You were the best healer in the Jabari. You knew all the best natural remedies. From ointments on scars to tea for illnesses. Seasonings to aid in digestions or oils for hair moisturizers. Everyone would come to you for everything.

Others would joke that your skills were the main reason that M’Baku married you, being able to have easy access to someone who could patch him up after sparring matches or battles. He made it clear that you were his wife because, he loved you. You may not have caught his eye at first and he didn’t actually catch yours. But, it was when he’d make frequent visits for pain relief for his father that you two got to know each other. You enchanted him, drawing him into you. You found his charm irresistible like most women of the tribe did. One thing led to another and you were married.

“Are you heading back to the therapy house?” the young girl asked.

“No. I’m going home for the day.” You sighed. You thought about how stressed M’Baku had been lately. You barely saw him and when you did he was exhausted and short with his responses. You pitied him for being so stressed over his duties. As Lady of the Jabari tribe, you did your part with whatever he asked you but, you had your own practice to run. Which would lead M’Baku to face the hardships of leading the tribe alone.

You sat on the floor, grinding some herbs to mix with candle wax for later when you heard your door come open. You craned your head from behind the bed to see M’Baku walking in, dragging his feet. “You’re done early today.”

“By the grace of Hanuman.” He groaned as he sat on the bed. You stood up and walked over to him. You noticed the bags under his eyes and the frown on his face.

“You look tired.” You said caressing his cheeks. He leaned into you, putting his head into your pudgy stomach, exhausted groans for his responses. M’Baku missed touching you. Though you slept in the same bed, this month had been so hard for him. He’d come to bed after you were long asleep and he was too tired to strike up a late night conversation. “You’ve been so busy lately.”

“I’ve done too much this month. I need some rest.” M’Baku said wrapping his arms around your waist.

“The afternoon is still young. Can I relieve some of your stress?” You said as you ran your fingertips up and down his neck. M’Baku’s eyebrows raised as he looked up at you. His hands gripped your wide hips. He pulled you closer to him, looking up at you seductively.

“You? Relieve my stress?” he asked. M’Baku looked up at you curiously.

You rubbed his shoulder’s feeling the knots and the tension that was built up from stress. “Take off your clothes but, leave your shorts on.” You chuckled. “Lay down on your stomach, let’s see if I can’t get rid of some of that built up tension.”

You walked to the bathroom, gathering the massage oil and the aromatherapy candles. You removed your clothing down to undergarments. You came back into the room, dimming the lights and lighting the candles, placing them on the nightstands. “I told you to lay on your stomach.”

“I don’t see how that’s going to relieve my stress?” M’Baku said.

“You’d see if you do as I say.” You said, motioning for him to lay on his stomach. He rolled on his stomach, head facing the headboard. You crawled onto the bed, straddling him gently touching his back. He took a deep breath, enjoying the feel of your fingertips. You poured and rubbed the massage oil on your hands and ran your hands over his back, spreading the oil evenly over his back. You used long, even strokes with light pressure getting a groan out of M’Baku. You used the whole of your hands and moved from the bottom of the M’Baku’s back and moved upward.

“Does this feel good?” you asked softly.

“Mmhm.” M’Baku groaned, lazily. You started to use the petrissage technique, shorter, circular strokes applying more pressure. You used your knuckles, rolling over M’Baku’s back muscles. M’Baku took deep breaths as you felt him really relax underneath you. His shoulders really began to fall and he began to spread his arms over the bed. “Hanuman bless you, woman.”

You chuckled as you applied the percussive strokes. Quick, repetitive patting with cupped hands sent pleasure through M’Baku’s back. You kept your wrists slightly relaxed as you to prevent applying too much pressure. You watched as M’Baku’s fingers would clutch the sheets and relax all over again. His breathing became slow and even.

The feel of your hands gave M’Baku peace and the smell of Lavender in the room was easing his anxieties. He was melting under your touch, something he had deprived himself off since this month had begun. His head began to push into the mattress as you rubbed his neck, rolling your thumbs over his neck. With his eyes closed, he fought to stay awake but, with the circumstances he lost that battle.

M’Baku’s snores filled the room before you were done. You chuckled to yourself, placing a kiss on his cheek. You let him nap as you finished prepping your herbs to be processed the next day. You ran yourself a bubble bath to ease your own tensions from the day.

Afterward, you came back into your bedroom in your towel. Seeing that he was still sleeping, you walked to the closet to pull yourself something only to hear the snoring stop. You waltzed into the room, your moist curls a mess over your head. M’Baku turned over on his back, turning his head to look over at you.

“Did you enjoy your nap?” you asked, walking over to him.

“As well as my massage.” He said opening his arms for you to join him. You clutched the towel as you jumped in bed with him, straddling him similar to what you did before. “However, I’m not completely satisfied.”

“Oh?” you said cocking your head to the side. His hands gripped your thighs, biting his lips and shaking his head.

“You did say you would cater to me, my love. So what else can you do for your husband to release his stress.” M’Baku said.

“Well…” You said as you shimmied down to his legs. Your hands grazed his member which was beginning to stiffen. “I may know one other way.” You pulled the waistband of his shorts down and took hold of him, giving him a few strokes. You wasted no time, taking him into your mouth. You hallowed out your mouth and went all the way to his base, gagging slightly. M’Baku let out a groan as you took his hand in yours. You bobbed your head only taking him out half way and then going right back down on him. You felt him grow against your tongue, making it harder to keep him in your throat. You let him out of your mouth with a pop as you stroked him so more.

M’Baku craned his head to watch you, amazed. This was how you always pleased him but for him, it got better every time. You went back down on him, focusing on his tip, making him squirm. You gripped the base of his shaft and started to stroke him as you sucked his tip. You bobbed on him, moving your hand and mouth simultaneously. M’Baku’s toes flexed as he fought the sounds that wanted leave his mouth. You flicked your tongue at the underside of his tip. M’Baku twitched in your hand as pressed his lips together. “Fuck, Y/N.”

You kept stroking him, watching him breathe heavily. You massaged his balls, making his eyes roll back. “Y/N, please.” He moaned. M’Baku needed you to finish him. You weren’t going to tease or torture him for much longer. You eased him back into your mouth, bobbing and giving him strokes. You gave one hum and through the vibrations, M’Baku shot his load in your mouth. You steadily took breaths your nose to keep from choking on his massive load. You rose up, swallowing him and wiping your mouth. M’Baku sat up, looking at your daze.

“The towel, lose it.” He demanded. You smirked as you released the knot that kept the towel clung to your body. M’Baku yanked you by your wrists. “I need you on my face.”

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll smother you?” you teased.

“If that’s how Hanuman sees fit to take me, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” M’Baku said leaning up and giving you a soft kiss.

You obliged him as you broke the kiss, crawling up the bed and positioning yourself directly over him. M’Baku, eagerly, snatched you by your thighs, bringing you directly down on him. You moaned, throwing your head back as his wet tongue came in contact with your equally wet entrance. You leaned down and clutched the sheets as you felt your clit being attacked with a barrage of flicks.

“M’Baku, shit.” You moaned. M’Baku twisted his tongue into you, lapping at your folds and savoring the taste of your choices. His hands gripped your plump thighs and traveled to your ass. His nails dug into you but, the tinge of pain only added to your arousal. He gave you on hard smack, making you yelp and pushing you forward. His large hands squeezed your ass and forced you back and forth on his tongue. You contracted, feeling your orgasm swell in the pit of your stomach. You leaned even further, arching your back as you continued to ride his tongue. Your thighs clenched as you felt yourself growing weaker.

“I’m about to come.” You hummed.

“Do it.” M’Baku said, pushing you off him, slightly then bringing you back down. You felt your breath catch in your throat as you came. You couldn’t take it as M’Baku kept licking. You pushed off him, gasping as you laid on the pillows.

M’Baku sat up, crawling in between your legs. You felt his huge member drag across your inner thigh. You moaned as he grasped your hips, pulling you into him. “Still not satisfied?” you moaned.

“I’ll never get enough of you.” He said.

You laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You’re a glutton.”

“Only for you.” M’Baku said as he leaned down kissing you. You moaned in his mouth as one hand left your hip to guide himself inside you. You broke the kiss to whimper a soft praise for M’Baku. Your nails glided along the tattoos of his shoulder blades as your womanhood adjusted to not feeling him in a month. You contracted, trying to force your body to not be so needy as this would be over before it could really begin.

M’Baku gave you, slow and longing strokes. He pushed himself deep inside you, giving you his entire length. You let him dig into you, feeling his length. His hips rolled against you. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you bit your lip watching his member to disappear inside you and come out, soaked with your nectar. M’Baku’s thrusts became forceful and faster. You had to brace yourself, placing a hand on the headboard to keep yourself from going past the pillows and hitting it.

You arched your back as pleasure took over your body. You became overwhelmed and began to push yourself further up the bed. M’Baku rolled you on your side and grasped your thigh, putting your leg to his torso, still drilling into you. You let out a cry, clutching the pillows. “You know not to run from me, Y/N.” M’Baku said as he massaged your breast in his hand. Your nerves were firing on all cylinders, your release was soon. M’Baku felt you squeeze around him, making his strokes faster and harder. “Come for me, my love.”

“Yes, yes!” you cried as your legs quaked. You came on him, coating his member in all your juices. M’Baku released your leg, putting you on your back. He held your legs up, making you whine and tap on his shoulders repeatedly.

“Are you trying to tap out, my dear? It doesn’t work like that.” He said, leaning over you. Your hands flew to his neck as the ecstasy was too much for you. Tears were beginning to flood your eyes as M’Baku kept stroking to get his. You became tight again, your toes pointed.

“M’Baku, please. You have to…fuck.” You hissed.

“I’m close, Y/N.” M’Baku huffed. He released your legs, wrapping them back around his hips. M’Baku muffled his groans with a passionate kiss on your lips as he filled you up, leading into your own orgasm. He pulled out of you as you went limp beneath him. You struggled, catching your breath.

“Satisfied now?” you said, breathlessly. He leaned over you, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Now, I am.” He said.

[szagaloree]

In honor of you deciding to write for my favorite grouch, I give you an idea I've wanted to write for a long time and give you full permission to use it 🫶🏻

Tsu'tey x human reader + mirror sex

Plot:

The Na'vi aren't vanity based people. They don't have mirrors to check themselves and fret about their physical appearance, they go by how they feel and what others claim them to be.

So when reader brings in this full body sized (for humans) mirror into his home, he doesn't like it, wants you to get rid of it and not keep demon stuff like this in your shared home. But you convince him – barely – to keep it around for awhile.

But when Tsu'tey catches your reflection in the mirror when they're mating, he's enthralled by watching you through the odd demon item. And now he's secretly obsessed with putting you in front of the mirror and fucking every single thought out of you cause– fuck! You just look too damn good. 

Sweetest reflection

Tsu‘tey x female human reader

Words: 7.2k

Summary: Surely, you were a test to his patience send by eywa. And today looked like just another day where you would take advantage of this eywa-given task.

Warnings: explicit smut, mirror sex, p in v, praiseeee praise praise, dom/sub, size difference, body worship, dirty talk (in english & na‘vi), oral, dirty talk, jealousy, brat tamer Tsu’tey, grumpy & sunshine trope, belly bulge

Note: aaaaa my first Tsu‘tey fic ever, thank you for this delicious request and for allowing me to write for your idea!! God I’m so nervous to publish this, please let me know what you think. I hope I won’t disappoint 🫣🥹

It was plain to everyone with eyes that Tsu’tey despised the sky people, their destructive tendencies and their dangerous technology. He, who had lost so much to these creatures that came from the stars, would much rather cut off his own kuru than to ever shake hands with one of them, let alone see them as equal to his own kind. They weren’t a threat, but much rather a pest he wanted to get rid of.

Humans were weak. Wrapped in soft flesh that came in different shades, easy to cut and hurt with minimal effort, turning green and purple from just a firm touch. Weak bones that would break easily from a fall that even a child of his people could survive without a scratch. They were poor, soulless shells with no kuru to connect to the world around them which at times made him feel pity for these creatures. Even their spirits were weak, easy to break, to manipulate and corrupt by their greed.

And most of all, they were ugly.

Such a plain sight to his eyes that were used to seeing the beautiful wonders that the great mother created on eywa‘eveng [Pandora]. No tanhì [bioluminescence freckles] that decorated their skin, no tail to help them balance, no stripes to hide in the thick foliage of the forest and not a speck of blue in sight. No wonder the vrrteps [demons] were hiding themselves behind so many unnecessary layers of clothing.

When the war had ended and the great battle had been won, it was like a wave of relief washing over Tsu‘tey, knowing that with the end of the times of great sorrow, the sky people would finally return to their dying home. But his displeasure was more than immense when Jakesuli granted some of the humans permission to stay with the clan. In all of his years of living, Tsu‘tey had never allowed himself to disagree with an Olo’eyktans decision, but even now as his second of command, he could not stop himself from letting his frustration over Jakesuli‘s decision known. Not that it would’ve changed anything. The moron had a thick skull.

Many moons had passed since then, and Tsu‘tey still carried a scowl of disapproval on his face as he wandered through the village, passing several tiny humans that were littered around high camp like bugs.

The only place where he could find solace in, was his kelku [home]. Far away from the rapidly expanding technology of the humans, their stench of metal and the antiseptic smell of what they called soap. Away from all these unpleasant smells and sights.

Safe for one tiny little thing. One, that was so different from the rest.

"Zola‘u nìprrte kelku [welcome home]," you greet him with a smile that nearly reaches from one ear to another.

Sometimes Tsu‘tey stops, takes a look around his home, and wonders how the hell he wandered into this life at all.

"Hm, your pronunciation is still off," he grumbles, letting the basket he had carried on his hip down to the floor for your small greedy hands to explore. "I’m trying, okay?" You sigh, then immediately pick several fruit and store them away in pots made of clay just as he had taught you. Some of them were difficult for you to reach, standing too far on top of a shelve and Tsu‘tey instinctively moves to get them down for you.

To this day, he still found it odd how such a small helpless thing had grabbed his heart so powerfully.

"You could’ve at least say something like 'well done', you know?" You huffed as you gathered more fruit and vegetables from his basket to store away. "You’re starting to hurt my pride." Tsu‘tey merely grunted at that, but decided to place a tender kiss on top of your head, knowing just how easily you could grow frustrated without praise. His praise.

You always did so well in everything he taught you, he didn’t understand why you wouldn’t allow yourself to be pleased with your accomplishments until Tsu‘tey positively acknowledged them. You were an odd little thing, but you still weren’t like the rest of the demons.

Yes, humans were weak, but certainly not his human. Their spirits were easily corrupted, but not the spirit of his human. They were ugly, but definitely not his human. When it came to you, he didn’t look at your softness in pity, he looked at it in awe. He looked at your smooth skin and remembered all the times his hands had felt it, all the times his tongue had mapped out a path over your skin as if it were a map to a treasure. He didn’t look at your skin where the thanì were missing and thought you were any less beautiful than a na‘vi. Instead he lost himself in your eyes, where the stars of the night sky reflected in them, brighter than the thanì on his own body ever could. Great mother, how many times he had wished and prayed that you could see yourself through his eyes to realize the true meaning of beauty.

Sure, you were small and your body was still fragile, but that didn’t make him look down at you in the same way Tsu‘tey looked down on the other sky people. When he looked at you, he wanted to protect. To provide and take care of you. He knows that if one were to ask, you would deny that your size was a weakness per se. But to him, it made Tsu’tey weak.

And the worst was, that you knew. You knew how easily it was to wrap him around your odd fourth finger. Just a few well placed touches, batting your pretty lashes and blinking up at him with those big doe eyes and he would pick the stars from the sky if you’d asked for it. It was horrible.

Tsu‘tey felt as if his skin didn’t belong to him anymore. You had digged your way right under it, build a nest where his heart was beating, warm and cozy, and decided to stay, taking up all the space that was left and greedily declared that it all belonged to you now. And he allowed it.

Surely, you were a test to his patience send by eywa. And today looked like just another day where you would take advantage of this eywa-given task.

Unclasping his cummerbund from around his waist and settling it down where it belonged, Tsu‘tey stepped further into his home. Only when he pulled the cloth to your shared bedroom aside, his eyes finally land on the thing that was leaning against the wall.

It seems so out of place, too human, when he treasured the way of his people and tried with all of his might to maintain a home that purely contained the furnishings of his people. He preferred the simplicity of their home, where nature existed in harmonious balance with the people. Not whatever this was.

Tsu‘tey frowns. "What… is this?"

Stepping closer, he examined the odd looking thing that showed such a clear reflection of himself, it made the hair on the nape of his neck raise in unease. Normally, Tsu‘tey couldn’t see himself so clear, not even when the waters at the river were as calm as ever. It was nothing compared to this.

When you step into the doorway and your eyes meet in the reflection, it's the weirdest moment so far. For all that these are familiar faces to him, it's like two strangers looking at one another for the first time.

"It’s a mirror," you say softly, smiling, but there’s a hint of caution in your voice. With a grunt, Tsu‘tey turns to look at you- to really look at you, away from the image of that person in the reflection. "Why do you bring this tawtute thing into our home?" His voice is stern and you roll your eyes at his tone. "Get it out," he says before you can even explain yourself.

"That’s not fair!" You groan. "You get to decide everything we do and say and eat and bring into our home and I can’t even keep a mirror?"

You sound upset and Tsu‘tey doesn’t understand. Of course he doesn’t. These human things hold no significance to him, and they shouldn’t for you as well. You had agreed to stay with him, to leave behind your life with the humans. This was eywa‘eveng [pandora] and not earth! No tawtute [human] things should decorate his home, should disrupt his peace and the reflection of nature his home provided, just as the great mother had intended for his people.

"Get rid of it," Tsu‘tey just says, curling his lip in annoyance. "Now."

"But it took me hours to get it home! I had to find someone who had to carry it all the way t—"

Now this caught his attention.

"Who?" He was quick to cut you off, arms crossing over his chest as he observed you.

You wince at this, the scrunch of your nose and the way your shoulder tensed could only imply that you felt caught, exposed by your own words. "Tarsem…," was all you mumbled sheepishly.

Tarsem was a young warrior of his clan. He must be the age of Neytiri and Jakesulis eldest, who had completed his iknimaya many moons ago. Tarsem was his student once, but that was equally as long ago. Back then he was a child, barely a teenager. But now he was a young man, old enough to be considered competition. And the thought of you having to ask another male for help when you had a perfectly capable mate to do so, simply because you purposefully tried to keep your mirror a secret from him- it made his blood boil.

"You will get rid of this thing or I will throw it out myself!"

"Oh come on, I’m–"

"Tanhì. I have told you no."

"Well, then I’m also telling you no! The mirror will stay!"

Tsu‘teys eyes widen at the defensive stance you put on display in front of him, with your hands on your hips, chest puffed up and your short legs standing just a little further apart than normally. As if you could actually try and prevent him from taking the damn thing and throwing it out himself if he really wanted to.

With a sigh, he rubs the growing ache in his temples away, before he says, "My mate, you know I respect you, but you are being unreasonable! If you were to be my student I would need to discipline you for this!"

The soft rhythmic hum of your exopack used to be a sound he found himself rapidly annoyed at. Now it was just a background noise to him. One, that he actually grew fond of because it meant that his little human was here, that you were well, that you were alive and breathing. The great mother had not granted him to forget when you had stumbled and hit the alarmingly thin layer of glass against a rock, causing it to crack like a Kali'weya [spiders] web. He still hadn’t forgotten the panic and helplessness he felt, followed by the relief that washed over him after he had carried you in a sprint back to the laboratory where you could exchange your broken mask. Now he was thankful for that sound, because it meant you were breathing. It eased his mind and soothed his worries.

But it also meant that he could pinpoint the exact moment the pattern of your breathing changed. He could tell the exact moment your breath hitched in your throat, could nearly hear the beat of your tiny heart as it picked up its pace, hammering against your ribcage. And if it weren’t for the telltale scent of sweetness filling his nostrils not even seconds later, that would’ve surely given away your sudden arousal.

"You should not find pleasure in the thought of me disciplining you," he says, biting down a grin. Tsu‘tey has always enjoyed the way your cheeks light up in a shade of pink whenever you were flustered, but right now they were nearing a dark embarrassing shade of red, reminding him of a fruit he wanted to take a bite of.

"Maybe you shouldn’t make it sound so appealing then…" You mumbled shyly. He mustered you for a moment, taking in the sight of your tinted cheeks and the way you bit your lip to force down a smile. With a sigh of surrender, he lets his shoulders relax and steps forward to press his forehead against yours behind the glass of your mask, as a sign of apology.

"Please, Tsu‘tey, I just got it and these things are so difficult to find out here," you sigh, reaching out to intervene your fingers with his. "I promise I will find another place for it if it bothers you so much, but please let me keep it until then."

He pauses, his eyes meeting yours with understanding. His thumbs soothe over the back of your hands, a gesture of reassurance.

"Fine," he replies in a grunt, cupping your jaw and tilting your head up to look at him. "But I expect it to be out of my sight by tomorrow’s eclipse."

"Yes, sir," you grin teasingly and he can’t help but roll his eyes at your playfulness. He knew far too well how much your mood improved if you had just gotten what you wanted. You were entirely too spoiled and that was solely his fault.

"You truly are an srätx, my dear mate," he exhaled softly as you pressed yourself closer to him, your small hands wrapping around his waist and feeling up his back.

"What does that mean?" You ask, curiously tilting your head.

Tsu‘tey thought for a moment, thinking of the right word that came closest to this in translation.

"Annoyance," he finally said, looking blankly at you. A grin spread over your lips that was infectious enough for him to show you a half smile.

"But you love it," you giggle softly as his arms encircle your smaller frame. You both stand there for a minute, foreheads touching and noses trying and failing to nuzzle against each other through the thin glass of your exopack.

A year ago he could have never imagined he’d be mated to a human, to be mated at all. After Sylwanin he didn’t think he would even be able to still feel anything close to affection towards someone. A year ago none of this would have been plausible. Not even a dream or a passing thought. Now here he was, his muntxate [wife] in his arms and smiling back at him with eyes full of mischief and lust. His favorite little annoyance.

"I wish you did not have to wear this… mask," Tsu‘tey then grumbled, running the flat of his nose from the side of your face to your throat, before kissing you there. "I wish to kiss you. Properly."

You sigh understandingly, knowing too well how frustrated this situation could be to the both of you. But that didn’t mean there weren’t any other fun ways for him to put his lips on you. "Hmm, I know. But you can still kiss me everywhere else."

Soft chaste kisses down your jaw, and already you were breathing heavier. Down your neck, open mouthed and light, he wanted nothing more than to feel more of you.

Humming in agreement, his fingers press hard against your ribs as he pulls you closer, wedges one thigh between your legs, parting them for him to squeeze himself tight against you. As Tsu‘tey leaves open mouthed kisses along your throat, your hips dare to tip forward to grind against him through the fabric of your loincloth.

"I missed you today," you exhale on a shaky breath, and he draws back for a moment, looking down at your eyes full of lust, only to push you up against the nearest wall in the next second. The way that the breath is forced from your lungs and your head throws back at the way he suddenly devours the skin of your throat burns through him. He didn’t even realize how much his own need had increased, how much he too had missed you, until he had felt you in his arms. All arguments suddenly forgotten, one of your legs raises, bare foot sliding along his leg, and then he hooks one hand beneath your thigh to hitch it up around his waist, his tail curling around your ankle to secure it.

The movements are animal, instinctual; he is sure that only a demon such as you could draw such motions from him, such quick desperation that should be considered sinful. You moan softly as he kisses down to your collarbone, licks and nips at your skin, his hand forcing itself up the soft lines of your thighs beneath your loincloth.

"I have missed you too, little one," he murmurs against your skin. One of your hands slides down the back of his neck, the skin of your palm at first but then the points of your fingertips, your nails, dragging down between his shoulderblades. It sends a shiver of need through him and soon enough, Tsu’tey pushes you down with him to the soft bed of pelts that you jokingly call a nest. At first he was not used to sleep on such softness, his body being used to sleeping in Snonivi [hammocks], but you taught him to find great pleasure in this bed on the ground, just as you had taught him to find pleasure in so many other things.

In you, for example.

Tsu‘tey pushes past your coverings and rocks his fingers against your tight little opening, the heel of his hand rubbing against the little nub that makes you mewl so sweetly, to feel the soft movement of your inner muscles around his fingers as he pushes his very fingertips inside to scoop up your wetness. He teases you for a long moment, listening to the sounds you make for him before he brings his fingers back up and to his mouth.

He swirls his tongue around them and looks down to meet your eyes again, both of your gazes hazy with lust. Your lips are parted, reddened from their ferocious meeting with his, and you muffle sounds in your throat as he finds with his fingers a place that makes you buck against him, reaching for it over and over as he watches your face start to sheen with sweat.

His body protests the pace, wants it faster, but he ignores it. The smell of your scent, of you, is so intoxicating to Tsu‘tey, he could stay like this forever if it weren’t for his cock growing harder by the second and straining against his loincloth.

From your neck he moves downward, exploring the soft flesh of your breasts as he pushes your top aside. Your sighs and moans follow soon after, a song of delight and desire.

With care he keeps his weight on one arm as the other moves light as a warm breeze over your arm. Your hand was in his hair for a moment, then down his neck to his shoulder. He heard a whine of his name as he took as much of you into his mouth as he could, his tongue flickering and twisting around a hardened nipple. Your back arched as he continued, sharp canine playfully grazing your delicate skin as he moved across to your other breast.

Opening his eyes he watched your face as he kissed the soft skin beneath your breast. A flustered smile sat on your lips, eyes closed and skin flushed red. Tsu‘tey held you close as he moved down over your ribs, taking care not to tickle you. Open mouthed kisses, a sweep of his tongue, a playful bite here and there. Inch after slow inch he moved lower, his hands sliding beneath your thighs as he moved to settle his face between them.

"I’m dying to taste you, paskalin [honey]," he whispered lowly, gracefully removing what little fabric covered your sweetness from his hungry eyes.

"I thought you wanted to discipline me?," you hushed breathlessly, the faintest grin spreading over your lips as you teased him with his own words.

"Disciplining, yes, later," he grunts, "Right now I want this. Not for you, little one, but for myself."

The sweet scent of your nectar is so much richer now that there’s nothing covering your most precious parts from him anymore. It coats his tongue like a thick layer of honey as he runs it through your folds and laps it up at the source. Your hips jerk at the first touch of his tongue, sensitive clit pulsating like a beating heart as he closes his lips around it and sucks until soft noises of pleasure fill the room.

You taste divine. Delicious. Made to be addictive, because that’s what you are. And he is dizzy with it.

"All day I have thought of this, getting my mouth on your cunt," he says, thick and hot between heavy breaths, and then that’s exactly what he does, licking and sucking at you with noises so obscene they make you blush.

Tsu‘tey groans as he suckles on the tiny nub that makes your back arch off the bed. Part of him wants to drop his hands to his cock, to take away the ache spreading through his gut at the taste of you, at the sound of your breathing, low and ragged and laced with only the ghost of a moan. But that would mean taking his hands from the back of your soft, squishy thighs, and he won’t do that, not when he’s desperate to get you closer, to suck at you until you scream his name and can no longer stand.

Still, Tsu’tey is impossibly gentle with you, gentle and sweet, sweeter than any human could ever deserve. But there grows a force behind the swirl of his tongue, a need to feel you, all of you, and he has to distract himself from the thought of sinking his cock into your tight heat or he will loose himself and spill his seed too early. What a waste that would be, letting it soak into the furs below instead of planting it into your womb where it belongs, filling you up until there is no space left inside you that doesn’t mark you as his.

"God, Tsu’tey," you let out in a long moan. Still coherent. That was something he was going to have to fix.

The demon of his most sensual dreams writhes below him when he pushes his tongue past your weeping entrance and begins to fuck you with it. The size difference makes it so much easier for him to reach those special places that make your toes curl and thighs clamp down on his head, and he enjoys nothing more than your gasp of surprise once the tip of his tongue nudges against that spongey spot that marks what you’ve told him is your g-spot. His mouth is so full of you, tongue so deep inside. Eywa, he might loose himself right then and there.

Pulling his tongue out of you in a slow, languid glide elicit a wonderful whimper out of you. He glances up at those soft looking lips of yours, bitten raw by the force of your blunt teeth in order to keep these sounds from escaping. You could be so shy when it came to your own pleasure, it made him want to take a bite right out of you.

So close. You were so close Tsu’tey could practically taste it now as he savored your slick on his tongue, so rich and sweet.

Your thighs were still framing his head, the tension noticeable from holding them locked like this, so on edge from the anticipation of this orgasm that was just waiting to roll over you like a wave. He almost felt pity for you. But then again, as he lazily rolled his head to the side to nip at your inner thigh and get them to open again, this was all part of the fun. He did talk about disciplining you earlier, so maybe this would be the perfect way to do so.

While he busied himself with nips and sharp, yet carefully placed bites on your soft thigh, his hand moved to your core and his thumb began to draw lazy circles over your clit. It granted him with the exact reaction he was hoping for.

"Fuck," you whine, "I’m so- oh, god, please." You absently brabble with your head thrown back, hips raising to chase his touch and thighs spreading further apart. A plea for more.

His tongue moves as if it has a mind of its own, like a Reyknap [bladewing moth] to a flame it connects with your poor swollen clit and the sound of relief washing over you is like music to his ears. They twitch and flick to the sound of your moans as he continues to devour you, both of his thumbs now spreading your lips apart so that little nub can’t hide away from his assault.

If there was anything quite as beautiful as his mate coming apart beneath him, Tsu’tey did not know what it was.

Your tiny hands shoot down to fist into his braids as if you were trying to anchor yourself from floating away into this blissful feeling, while your spine arched off the ground completely. He had a tight grip on your hip by now, holding you down and pressed against his mouth, otherwise you would’ve already tried and wriggled away from his greedy tongue. Your eyes are now squeezed shut and mouth slightly agape as you let the pleasure overtake your senses fully, more moans shamelessly spilling from your plump lips and it’s just the most perfect view in front of his eyes.

That is, before he finally catches sight of movement right next to him.

He hasn’t been attentive enough to realize this, his mind too occupied with the goal of making you come on his tongue that he hasn’t paid attention to this. His tongue is still lapping up your juices like a nangtang [viperwolf] pup drinking from a stream as his eyes stare at the clear reflection of both, you and him, in the mirror you had bought home. And what a view that is, he can’t deny it.

He can see himself, laying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows with the finest dish spread out right in front of him. He can see the muscles of you lower stomach clench and unclench with the aftershocks of your orgasm, the perfect side view your breasts in the dim light of his kelku, the heave of your chest making them jump softly. And he follows every curve and every valley of your body up until your eyes, half lidded and heavy of lust, meet in the reflection.

Have you been watching him like this the whole time? How had he not paid attention to this?

Finally, the grip you had on his braids loosens and your hands limply fall to your sides. That was his cue to sit up on his haunches and give your overstimulated body a moment to recover, yet he couldn’t break his gaze away from the mirror next to him.

Now he could also see himself properly, the hard tip of his cock had turned a dark hue of purple, oozing pre-cum and twitching to the rapid beating of his heart. His tail curled curiously as his eyes quickly snapped back to you. Not the real you, but the one in the reflection.

For an awfully long moment it felt as if an invisible force was pulling his gaze towards the mirror, making it impossible for him to glance away, even as he reached for your smaller frame. Your skin felt sticky with sweat and warm to the touch, something he was profoundly proud of, knowing the skill of his mouth was the reason for this. Slow and sensually, he turned you over and laid you down onto your stomach. Nothing bought Tsu‘tey as much satisfaction as the way you always allowed him to manhandle you into position, your fragile body still buzzing and limp from pleasure, yet he could already smell the wetness and arousal returning to your core.

"You know I respect you, my mate," he purrs lowly, brushing the hair from your face that were obscuring his view.

In this position, the mirror now stood directly in front of you and Tsu‘tey bend over your arched back.

Rolling your head to one side, you keep your eyes glued to him as he nuzzles his face there, hot pink tongue flicking out against your skin to leave dabs of warmth that trail from your neck, to your shoulder and then down your spine, where your soft round ass is raised high in the air, pressed against his pubic bone in the most perfect way.

Tsu’teys fingers smooth down your sides, thumbs rubbing circles against your hips as presses himself against you.

"Hmh," the woman in the mirror with heavy eyes and the trailing lock of hair that can not be tamed has her mouth open slightly in a pant as he kisses the space between your shoulders once, twice, your eyes trembling shut for just a second.

"Good," he says, and he knows you can feel the hardness pressed against the opening to your tight cunt. The woman in the mirror shudders and he can feel it, gives a soft moan, lips pursed around the sweet noise. "Because for now it will look like I don’t."

And with that, he hoists your upper body up and against him, so you’re on your knees in front of the mirror, your back pressed tight against his chest. The sudden and mostly unexpected change of position makes you yelp and stare at yourself with wide eyes.

His hip push forward then and the first inch of his length slides into you with barely any effort. The stretch is there, he can hear the way you suck in a breath, but you’re wet enough and used to his size by now. Your eyes immediately flutter closed again as he allows your body a moment to adjust, but then he slides further in with a thrust that isn’t as gentle as the one before. It makes your eyes fly right back open and a high pitched moan breaks free from your throat.

"I want you to watch," a hand cups your jaw from behind, "Keep your eyes on yourself. See how divine you look in that reflection when I fill your small tawtute [human] cunt with my cock. Pehrr oe ruin nga [When I ruin you]." The last words are whispered into your ear before his canine close around your soft lobe in a teasing nibble that make the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You respond to him with a weak nod, swallowing down the puddle of drool that dares to spill out of the corner of your mouth and he allows himself to grin at that over your shoulder. Already so weak and desperate for him and he hasn’t even started. You’re too precious.

“See what I see when I look at you.”

And you do. You look into the mirror, watch the flush in your cheeks spread down, over your neck, your chest. You watch a drop of sweat follow the path, a delicate drop that leaves a damp streak on your skin and runs over the curves of your chest. Tsu’tey see the way you look into your own eyes, sees the long, dark eyelashes clumped together, framing eyes just as dark, more pupil than color, a deep contrast to the spread of rose on your skin. He watches you watch your own mouth, all pink and open, licking against your parted lips as you pant out breath after breath as Tsu‘tey thrusts into you fully.

You’re impossibly warm and tight around him and it makes him want to touch you all over. So he removes the hand from your jaw and lets them both travel up your sides, memorising the curvature of your waist and then the way his fingers slot between your ribs as he pulls you closer, pushes himself deeper. You’re even tighter around him than before, making soft keening noises and shifting back onto his cock, wordlessly begging for a faster pace. And he‘ll happily give it to you.

Tsu’teys eyes are still entirely fixed on the mirror. It’s a completely new sight to him, one that he knows he won’t grow tired of that quickly. He can see himself, his mouth sucking hickeys to your throat, can see how good the two of you look together, can see how well fucked out you already are, pleased and content, yet still ready for more. But your eyes have closed shut once again. He can see the little wrinkles on their corners from the force of you squeezing them shut, can see the way your eyebrows are drawn together in pleasure. You’re so lost in it, too distracted to pay attention to the view he is enjoying so much. And maybe you’re a bit shy too. But he can’t have that.

Tsu‘tey starts a faster, steadier rhythm of thrusts, stifles his own groan in the crook of your neck before tracing his tongue along the shell of your ear, nipping your earlobe again because he knows how much you like this, before whispering, "Come, paskalin [honey], open your eyes again. Look at yourself. I want you to."

Like the petals of a flower you open them ever so slowly. The first thing your pupils settle on is the man in the reflection and he can feel by the clench of your cunt that you like what you see.

"Sevin hì'i muntxa si [My pretty little mate]," he muses, his grip on your hips tightening, before he moves a hand to run across your chest, thumbs dancing over your nipples. A shiver runs through you as they harden under his touch to small delicate pebbles that he wants to swirl his tongue around. Your eyes are heavy and your mouth hangs open in shallow little pants, so Tsu’tey does it again, adding more pressure and then rolling them between his thumb and forefinger and there it is, the whimper he's been waiting for. His cock throbs.

He then changes the angle, cock thrusting against your g-spot and you can do nothing but fight the urge to let your eyes flutter closed once more.

The position promotes an entirely new way for his cock to rearrange your soft, spongey insides and the further he pushes forward, the more prominent the familiar bulge in your lower stomach gets. Tsu’tey has always enjoyed watching the way his cock stretched your insides to the point it got visible on the surface of your soft skin, but seeing it happen in the reflection in front of him- great mother.

There’s heat under his skin. The pleasure passes over him like a wave, spreading down his body until he feels it even in his toes.

He watches the way his pupils dilate, the way your mouth opens as you throw your head back, watches his nostrils flare and his own eyelids flutter. He bites his lip to hold in a moan, but it escapes anyway. He hears the sound like a whisper, like something made more intimate by the proximity to the mirror, as if he is only inches away from the woman in the mirror, someone made for this, molded just for Tsu‘tey, for the way your bodies fit together. In the mirror, he is a wanton creature, ruled by nothing but the sensations that grip his body.

His hand glides from your chest to your stomach, fingertips pressing down gently over the bulge that appears and disappears with each thrust.

"See how beautiful you are?" Tsu‘tey murmurs. "Your tiny body always finds room to take me. Because Eywa made you for me, little vrrtep [demon]."

He’s soaking in the wet sounds of your bodies moving against each other, the slick sounds of his cock driving in and out of you. The way you keen when he presses down onto the bulge to feel himself there. More moans fall from your lips, incoherent nothings that were meant to be words and pleas.

"I love when you make these noises for me." The words are punctuated with a deep, slow stroke that hits over your sweet spots and you clench the muscles of your slick, velvety-like walls around Tsu‘teys cock until both of you can all but feel it jerk and throb inside. "And you look so perfect while doing so. Just watch yourself, tanhì [little star]. Watch how good you are taking me. So perfect and tight. I can hear that you are enjoying this as much as I do. I can see it."

You moan, sweet and loud into the room, panting, your breath coming out in hot spurts that fog up the glass of your mask, but he still sees your reflection. All flushed skin and eyes that stare into his with a fervor that leaves him feeling breathless.

His hips start moving faster, revelling in the way your walls drag against him every time he pulls back and the way they clench around him on every inward thrust that brushes against your g-spot. His hand moves further down your stomach and between your thighs, fingers circling your clit, giving it a couple of teasing slaps in a way that has you twitching and your breath coming out in a hiss every time Tsu‘tey does so.

He presses his lips against your ear again and says in a voice that's completely wrecked, "You are close, my yawne [love], aren’t you?"

Small hands claw at his forearms to keep yourself from falling forward as your knees begin to buckle by the sheer force of his thrust. Your clit, slicked with thick arousal, twitches and glides between his uncoordinated fingers, too slippery to get the little nub right under his fingers as intended. But you don’t seem to mind, if the way your writhe and squirm underneath his touch is anything to go with. Tsu‘tey circles and rubs it in a way he knows will make you release that tension in your abdomen that dares to choke his cock.

"Y-Yes, fuck, keep going! I‘m g-gonna come," you mewl, the words slurred between moans. Tsu’tey felt his thrusts grow a little more erratic at that. For a moment, he breaks eye contact with the pair in the mirror and leans his forehead against your shoulder, panting as his own orgasm builds. It’s so overwhelming.

You whine again, this time it’s a broken call of his name, a plea, and his fingers move faster over your clit and he's back to watching the way your eyes track his movements hungrily through the mirror and the way you’re biting your lower lip.

You begin to tremble, and he's growling in your ear, short, shallow breaths that warm your neck. "That's it," he rumbles, increasing his pace, the tip of his cock nudging against the soft opening to your womb with how deep he’s fucking you. "That's it, yawne [love], come for me... Oe luhu nga, ma kalin 'eve [I am right with you, my sweet girl.]"

Your knees give way before he knows it and you hang in his embrace, his strong arm wrapped around your fragile ribcage, his other hand gently stroking the sweet spot between your thighs. You come with a whimper of his name, your whole body tensing and shuddering and it’s nearly impossible for him to hold you like this, so he lowers you swift but gently, chest pressed to the furs and back arched enough for him to continue thrusting into you.

Sweet nectar pools where you are joined, running down his thighs and filling his ears with those wet, filthy sounds. His tail curls around your thigh as he fucks you through it, Tsu‘teys own orgasm close behind. One of his hands is on your hip now, the other presses down between your shoulder blades to keep you locked in position. Your flushed cheek is shoved against the glass of your mask where it rests on the ground, but your eyes remain trained on the mirror.

The image in front of him is so much filthier now. He can see less of you like this, but it doesn’t make it any less appealing. Tsu‘tey looks like an animal in heat, rutting into you as if he aimed to breed, to plant his seed as deep as it could possibly reach. And you, you sinful little thing, have the most blissful expression on your fucked out tawtute [human] face he has ever seen.

The moan that erupts from his throat vaguely sounds like your name before he pushes himself to the base inside you. "Munge tsal [take it]," he grunts, as white hot pleasure seeps from his lower stomach through his cock, before he fills you with it. You hiss as you always do at the familiar feeling of warmth and stickiness, a sound that draws out his pleasure and makes his orgasm feel endless. Tsu‘tey comes until there is nothing left for him to spend, until it leaks around his girth and stains the furs below and he collapses with you.

You are a tangle of limbs, hot, sweaty, and utterly satisfied. By the time he finally catches his breath, softening cock still inside of you, he wraps you in his warm, strong arms. For a moment you weakly pull away in favor of letting him slip out of you and turn, curling up against his chest properly. You lay there in comfortable silence for what feel like hours, before Tsu‘tey glances over your head, his mind finally clearing enough to remember a thing or two from earlier that night. With a sigh, he grumbles in defeat, "I suppose you can keep it."

In the reflection, he watches the way you blink. Confused. "What?"

"Your reflection," he says and then frowns in disappointment as you sit up on your elbows to look at him.

"You mean the mirror?"

"Mirror, yes," he corrects, "You can keep it."

Your eyebrows nearly raise to your sweaty hairline at this and Tsu‘tey can’t help but reach out to touch your smile with his thumb over the glass of your mask as he cups your face, and feels his own smile blossom when you lean into his touch. You happily stretch out your arms before settling down with him again, touching every bit of his skin that you could reach, running your hands over his chest, his abs, touching and being touched, wrapped up in each other. He can’t help but bask in the feeling.

"But there is one condition," he then says, trying to sound sternly, but failing miserably with the way his canine poke out from under his lips that are stretched wide in a grin. Again, you sit up on your elbows, brows wrinkled together as you eye him suspiciously.

"I will only tolerate it as long as you promise me to keep the reflection as sweet as you did tonight, paskalin [honey]."

[szagaloree]

Jake x fem Navi reader

One year post war

MDNI 18+

Summary: Your mate helps you through heat.

Warning: smut, heat, p in v, f masturbating, breeding kink, rough sex.

Fluttering your eyes open you see your mate still asleep next to you and the sun not even risen, you shift uncontrollably feeling hot and sweaty. deciding to pull your top off and shimmy out of your tweng to try and cool your body but to no avail.

Letting out a sigh tossing and turning you feel your core start to get hot and wet. You realize you’re entering your heat. Knowing the only remedy is lying next to you asleep you say his name softly.

“Jake.” your Navi accent thick as you speak.

Soft snores escape his mouth. You feel guilty trying to wake him up you know his job as clan leader is tiring. You remember when he use to wake up early to start the day and comes home late some days because of how much work had to be done especially after the war, relocating and rebuilding the clan trying to heal from the loss of are people and home. But during the last few months the clan has back to a normal and you’ve seen your Jake more regularly now.

You’ve been mated since the time of war so Jake has helped you through plenty of heat cycles but each time your womb craves to be filled more and more. Now that the dust is starting to settled and people are moving on with their lives, it’s a perfect time to start a family.

Unable to ignore the now intense heat and throbs from your cunt you slid a hand between your legs and rub your fingers on your needy clit.

Small breathes of air leave your plump wet lips. You easily slip two fingers in your hole needing more, needing to be fill but it’s no use, what you need is your mates meaty cock, licking and biting your lips and clenching around your fingers thinking about it. Thinking of the detail of his cock, the veins, the size and color, the stray tanhi’s that glow on the base and shaft.

Lulling your head to the side you gawk at Jake’s sleeping form, admiring his body. Watching his plump pecs rise with his breath, running your eyes down to his new poochie belly and lower to his dick contained by his loincloth.

Releasing a groan you pull your fingers out of your cunt and gently straddle your mate. Leaning forward your three fingered hands resting on his chest you speak tenderly in his ear.

“Ma Jake wake up.” Slightly shaking him with your hands on his chest.

He blinks awake sleepily then snaps his eyes open when he realizes you’re completely naked, his hand find your ass and rest there massaging it occasionally.

“What’s the matter baby?” He says sweetly. He knows what the matter is he can feel your wet pussy on his hardening cock.

“I need you Jake so bad.” You mumble kissing down his neck.

“Got your heat hm?” Moving his hand between your legs to swipe a finger through your wet folds.

You gasp then whimper “Yes please Jake need you to fuck me.”

He flips you on your back spreading your knees and kneels between your legs taking his time admiring your state. Your pebbled nipples and round breasts heaving up and down, your pussy glistening with arousal and the hungry look in your eyes which are not meeting his gaze but are in fact staring at the taut tent in his loincloth.

“This what you want baby?” Slipping his cloth off freeing his mighty cock. Nodding your head frantically “yes yes I want it.”

Giving it a couple pumps he runs the mushroom tip up and down your pussy wetting it before lining it with your core.

Pushing his thick cock slowly in, you moan wrapping your legs tightly around his waist pushing the rest of his cock in pulling a loud mouth from your mate.

Picking up his paste as he thrust into your cunt. His eyes trained on your bouncing tits.

“Oh- Jake, harder fuck me!” You moan needing him to slam his cock in your dirty cunt and ruin you, needing him to cum inside your pussy and claim you.

He flips you over so you’re face down ass up and slams his hips against your ass. Your moans turn into screams.

“Yesyes- give it to me!”

Your arms reach behind you to find something to hold onto, Jake quickly grabs both wrists with his big hand and holds them against your back.

His thrusts are relentless his heavy balls slap against your pussy frantically as his cock slides in and out of your hole.

“You want it baby, you want cum my little cum slut? Huh want me to knock this pussy up?” He taunts

“Yes! I want it- Want you to knock me up- please ugh!” You beg as best you can with his cock ramming into you.

“Come on my cock babygirl then I’ll fill you up.” He says and smacks your ass.

Releasing your wrist he reaches under you to play with your clit drawing you closer to the edge. Your eyes roll in the back of your head from the pleasure of his cock filling you up so deliciously and the attention he was giving your clit. Jake’s eyes are on your round ass bouncing on his pelvis, watching his cock slide in and out you dripping cunt.

“I’m so close Jake- gunna cum!”

Your juice spray on your mate as you cum the erotic site bringing him close to cumming he grabs your neck pulling you to his chest and continues to thrust up into your pussy.

Your cunt is clenching his cock as it rams into your hole overstimulating it. He moves his hand from the back of your neck to your hip while the other slides up your belly to your tit squeezing and holding it. Your head falls back on his broad shoulder.

“Gunna take this cum like a good girl baby?” He pants in your ear.

“Yes cum in me, fill me up!” You shout bringing your hand to the back of his head, slamming your lips together as his cum spurts inside of you.

Falling to the floor in the spooning position, his cock still inside you. He holds your close whispering ‘I love you’ and ‘I can’t wait till you showing’ in your ear till you both doze off to sleep.. for now.

[szagaloree]

I Got You

Mating Season Day 01

A visual representation of the genitals: here

Summary: Sometimes, the aftermath is more than you bargain for.

Warnings: 18+, Aftercare, Cock Warming, Alien Genitalia

My legs continued to shake as I was locked onto Tsu’tey’s cock. The spines keep him stuck in place as they dig into my gummy walls.

“Tey,” I whine, oversensitized from his cock.

Tsu’tey’s large arm wraps around me before threading his fingers into my hair, messaging at my scalp, “I know, Tìyawn. Let me lay us down.”

Tsu’tey gently lifted me away from the tree he fucked me on. Even with him being gentle, it still jostled the spines inside me, none of the stiff appendages willing to move from their spot. I couldn’t stop myself from clenching tightly around him as a whine was ripped from my already sore throat; my previous scream of pleasure made my throat raw.

“Shhh, I know, I know,” Tsu’tey soothed as he stood there, waiting for me to calm.

Tsu’tey held me still as I tried to wiggle away; the spines inside me could cause me damage if removed too quickly. I tried to wiggle my hips, still attempting to get away, before Tsu’tey’s other hand grabbed my ass, forcing me to still. 

“I know, Yawntutsyìp. I promise you I will still soon, then it’s just rest. Just let me get us to our hammock; I promise it’s all done then,” Tsu’tey cooed as he began walking.

Each step forced the spines to attempt to shift, but the blood rushed into them and refused to allow them even to bend. 

“Tey!” I cried; my body felt like it was on fire; each movement caused pleasure to shoot through my body, and the line between pain and pleasure was nonexistent.

“Mawey, Yawntutsyìp, we are almost there,” His voice was a deep rumble, the start of a purr used for calming their mates and children.

The deep rumble did little to soothe me now. It had the exact opposite effect. The rumbles caused his whole body to vibrate, including me, as I was cradled to his chest. 

“Oh shit!” I cried as it felt like Tsu’tey’s cock started to vibrate inside me. 

Each step became agonizing in pleasure. As I was forcibly moved on his now vibrating cock, each step working to thrust it in more. I couldn’t help but clench rhythmically around him as he walked. I whimpered with each step, my body unsure whether I loved or hated this, with the gentle, rhythmic steps and his purring turning him into a living vibrator. 

“You’re being mean, Tey,” I whined at a particularly strong purr. 

A small laugh left his lips, “I’m mean, Yawntutsyìp? For what? Because I mated you so well you forgot your own name?” 

I glared up at him and lightly smacked his chest, only to receive more laughter from him, “You know what I mean,” I pouted before I curled deeper into his arms. 

Our kelku was in sight, and Tsu’tey gently apologized as he began the climb up. The shift in position caused him to curl slightly and jostled me more as he climbed with one hand. With one hand now gone, more weight forced me onto his cock, shoving him in a little deeper. 

“Dear fucking hell,” I cursed, somewhere between a moan and whine.

I could feel my bastard of a mate chuckle at my English curing, and I was reminded that Tsu’tey, in fact, knows English. 

“I mated the biggest sadist in all of Eywa’eveng,” I drawled dramatically.

Tsu’tey’s ears twitched, amused, “I am a sadist now? That’s a new one,” He laughed, finally arriving at the entrance to our kelku.

“Na, I’ve called you that a couple of times now,” I admitted, hiding my smirk in his chest.

“Stiwi si tawtute,” He scolded, gently tapping my ass.

I giggle as we step into the warmth of our kelku, the familiar surroundings bringing comfort, as does the sight of our nivi. 

Tsu’tey brings us to our nivi and awkwardly attempts to get in without jostling me too much. At last, we were together, comforted by our kelku, as I relaxed into his chest as he laid us down. I hum contently, even more so as he grabs the large blanket that we wove together and covers us in the soft material. 

Tsu’tey begins to rub slow circles over my back, “I promise to clean you once we’ve separated,” He purred lowly.

I curled closer to him, getting as comfortable as possible, “That’s alright, Tsu’tey, we can leave it to the morning,” I hummed as I settled for sleep.

I could hear him make a displeased noise, “No, JakeSully said there are risks if you do not clean after a mating, a uotei.” I could see his disgruntled face without looking up.

I chuckled softly as I laid a soft kiss on his chest, “I think you mean a UTI, and while it can definitely happen, I doubt not cleaning up one time will give me one,” I hummed sleepily.

I knew his lips were pursed as he spoke, “Your health is not something I take lightly, and this is not something-”

I grabbed his free hand and started to kiss his fingertips, “Muntxatan, you take care of me so well; not cleaning me up one time will be fine. Please, just hold me?” I gently begged him, not wanting to be removed from his arms. 

I could feel him hum in thought, “We shall see, Muntxate,” He softly grunted before he pulled the blanket up higher now under my chin. 

I smiled, realizing that I had won this tonight, and quickly drifted asleep, content in my mate's arms, safe and sound.

Taglist: @justcaptiannoodles, @loakstahni, @coralpandasoul, @eywaite, @xylianasblog, @torukmaktoskxawng, @neteyamswillow , @itchaboi-itchyboy

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[szagaloree]

Giving tsutey head for the first time ?

“Like i do”

Tsu’Tey x FemAvatar reader

Warnings: Heavy smut with barely any plot

Overview: You take Tsu’teys virginity

Your head bobbed at a quick speed as your two hands stroked his length. You heard his uncontrollable breaths of course. You felt how his back was stiffened and oh how you loved how his hands pushed your hair up into a ponytail. Pushing your head just the right way.

“Yes y/n, Yes just like that.” Hearing a man like him so desperate and breathless only made your pussy flutter in need. You never thought he’d make so much noise. And you sure as hell didnt think he was a virgin..

The way he walked around the village like he owned the place. Always scowling and picking at Jake and you, really anyone he deemed lower than him. Oh and that scowl, that nasty look that rested on his face 24/7,But when you look up at him now it’s evident that all he ever needed was some good, sloppy earthly head.

You sucked him up like it fucking mattered. All it took was some teasing from yall friends. They all joked “y/ns to innocent to know the first thing about sex” blahh blahh blahhhh. But when Tsu’tey laughed!! It was like you had no choice but to prove yourself.

Next thing you know you’re both drunkenly trailing into the woods kissing by the river.One thing led to another and now your choking on his cock.

You swirled your tongue around his tip letting whines leave your mouth, watching his hips buck. “You want me to ride it Tsu’tey hmm?” You looked into his eyes the desperation driving you crazy..

All he could do was nod. So aroused that he was nodding all the way till you finally aligned with his length. His dick was nothing like you’d ever seen it was almost too big for his frame,Surprisingly fat too..

His hands were placed on your hips as you slid down his length slowly. Once he was in, you wasted no time. beginning to bounce up and down slowly. The prettiest moans left his lips, the prettiest breathy fucking whimpers

You picked up your speed whining from the pleasure. This wasn’t your first rodeo yet riding never felt this good “Fuck daddy youre so big,i can call you that right daddy” He once again nodded breathlessly looking up at you with the sweetest doe eyes.

Your wet pussy swallowed him whole giving him a sensation his hand couldnt ever reach. “y/n i-i-i-im g-gonna g-g-gonna~” Poor baby couldn’t even speak once you started slamming down on his cock mercilessly. His hands gripped your waist pulling you down harder and harder.You felt it coming and you let it happen, cumming around his cock creaming it nice and good “Cmon daddy gimme that cum, come on”

That was all it took for him to be cumming uncontrollably,deep within your walls, His moans echoing through the forests. By the time he came down he was barely aware, eyes shut or staring deep into yours. “Your virginity is mine Tsu’tey, even if you go and mate Neytiri ,she’ll never make you cum like i did and your virginity will always be mine.”He nodded looking into you eyes “i know ma y/n”

“good”

//bow your heads

[szagaloree]

For @justcaptiannoodles because there needs to be more art of Tsu'tey FR ! 😤😤

Was a bit lazy with this one but I wanted to post it as soon as possible!

Full Images Here!

Also the KoFi link seems to be working again! Thanks y’all for ur patience 👍

[szagaloree]

Yo!! It’s turtletats!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s your day is absolutely wonderful!!

I wanted to throw an idea at you for your birthday smut requests, no worries if you don’t like it!

So Bay Leo and reader- she walks into the kitchen of the lair and he’s frosting a cake (it was supposed to be a surprise for her birthday, she’s early) and he’s just got frosting everywhere…and the cake looks like it should be on nailed it.

She teases him about it, and…*eyebrow wiggle*

NSFW opportunities lol if you want! Or it could just be super fluffy!!

But either way… *cue balloons*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎊🎉🎂🎁🎈

HELLO HELLO THANK YOU SO MUCH XOXOXOXO

Bay!Leo x Fem!reader

Nailed It!

Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, don't be weird leo and reader are in their twenties, p in v sex, oral, spanking, dirty talk, switch!leo, frosting play *wink wonk*

He looks adorable.

Leaning over the kitchen counter, hands gripping a tube of cake icing. His brow furrowed, tongue poking out from his plump lips. His ass jutting out and thick thighs standing out in the open in tiny little basketball shorts.

It's a miracle the cake is still standing. It's lopsided, covered in thick icing and, surprisingly, smells kinda good.

"Oh shit," Leo complains, icing oozing from the bag, it drips onto his fingers and counter, leaving a smugde on the cake.

"Hey, bad word," You tease, pushing off from your perch in the doorway.

Leo looks like a deer in headlights. "Oh, hey, um" He moves to stand in front of the cake, hands behind his back. "You're early,"

You giggle softly, coming to stand in front of him. "I appreciate the gesture, but do you want some help?" You nod toward the cake.

Leo's shoulders sag, he moves to let you see his masterpiece. "I-I tried, Mikey and the others left to get..." He clears his throat. "Stuff and I was worried it wouldn't have been done on time." He sighed. "Yes I would like help,"

Smirking up at him, you take the frosting bag and place it on the counter. He raises a brow.

"We have to get you cleaned up first," taking his hand, you keep eye contact as you lick the frosting from his fingers. It tastes pretty good, but what's even better is the way he gasps and moves closer to you.

"Honey," He nervously glances over your shoulder to the door.

You take his thumb in your mouth, moaning softly on the digit as you suck. Your pulse thunders in your ears, warmth spreading through your bones.

"Maybe we should," You press your fingers to his lips.

"It's my birthday, you can't tell me what to do,"

He flashes that dangerous smile that makes your knees go weak. Before he can respond, you sink down onto your knees.

He inhales shakily, a breathless chuckle leaving him as your hands play with the band on his shorts.

There's already a buldge in the material. Slowly, you tug them and his underwear down to pool at his ankles.

You lean in, letting your cheek graze on the side of his cock and kiss the spot right where his cock and cloaca meet.

Leo grips the counters at his sides for support.

"Watch the door, make sure no one interrupts," You instruct, noting that he still has that dangerous gleam in his eyes.

You lick the underside of his cock, flicking his tip and sucking him deep down your throat.

He moans, threading a hand through your hair. With one hand, you squeezing the rest of his shaft, the other massages his tree trunk thigh.

Up and down in a messy, slurpy suction, you draw the sexiest noises from Leo. His thighs flex, his hand pushing your head ever so slightly.

You pull off him, a line of drool falling to the floor. You reach up and grab the frosting. You put a generous dolup on his balls, laughing as he gasps.

"I fucking love the noises you make," You say before sucking the frosting off his balls. You kiss and lick and roll them between your lips. One hand grips Leo's shaft hard, making him whimper softly. "Ooo, that's a new one," You remark.

You smear more frosting on his cock, then meticulously lick it all off. You're both sweating and moaning. His legs are shaking, your knees are hurting, but you don't stop.

Well actually you do. Right as he's about to cum.

You pull away, breathing harshly, Leo nearly tips forward. His cock is hard and flushed. His eyes go wide, then peer down at you and narrow into small slits.

Leo loves to tease, but can't take it.

"You wanna play this game, birthday girl?" That gleam comes back to his eyes. Oh he's such a wonderful switch.

You open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out. He threads his fingers in your hair, his cock inches from your mouth.

"Safeword?" He asks.

"Katana,"

"And of you can't speak?"

"Three taps on whatever body part of yours I can reach,"

He smirks down at you. Tipping your head back to meet your eyes. "Good girl,"

He nudges his cock in your mouth. He waits a beat....then another. Then sinks in. It's a stretch to the corners of your mouth. You moan around him.

Your hands grab onto his hips for balance. Slowly, but firmly, he moves in and out of your mouth. The slick outs echo around the kitchen, followed by his moans and your heavy breaths.

His hands tangle in your hair, moving you faster and faster. His thighs shook, his voice breathless.

"I'm gonna-" He moans, holding you still as he gushes in your mouth. You swallow, enjoying the hint of frosting still on him.

He releases your hair, letting you fall back on your haunches. You wipe at your mouth, breathing heavy.

Leo pulls his pants up, hands you the frosting and has you in his arms in record time.

You laugh as he goes to his room, closing and locking the door before setting you on his bed.

He stands up and looks over you with a hungry gaze.

"You gonna do something or keep staring at me?" You tease, messing with the thin strap on your tank top.

That gleam turns downright evil.

"Clothes off. Now,"

You peel off your clothing, rising on your knees and making a show of showing some skin. You toss him You panties. He catches them without breaking eye contact and shoves them in his pockets.

"Turn over. Hands and knees with your ass facing me,"

On the commanding tone in his voice had ti goes racing through your body. You complied, spreading your knees apart and pressing your face into the mattress.

He's silent for a moment.

Then his hand connects with your ass. A sharp slap and sting making you gasp and moan. Your fingers grip the sheets beneath you.

He slaps the other one with just as much force. "You think you can get away with that just cause it's your birthday?" He rapid fire hits your ass.

You moan, heat flashing over your body. You pussy clenched and pulses around nothing.

You hear the crinkle of the frosting bag. He makes a trail going down your spine. Slowly and sensually, he licks it off your overheated skin.

When he reaches your red ass, he kneels behind you on the floor.

He pipes frosting on your folds, from slit to clit. Then he dives in. You gasp and writhe on his face. He licks, slurps and sucks all around you.

It's messy, uncoordinated, and so unlike him. It's hot as fuck.

You moan into the bed, rolling your hips back against him. His hands snake around your hips and hold you against him.

In and out, all around his tongue coaxed out the frosting and your arousal. Then he sucks on your clit. Hard.

You scream, legs shaking, back arching, seeing stars orgasm. And he keeps sucking on your clit as you do. Your body goes hot, the band finally breaking and exploding through your limbs.

Leo eases off with a final kiss to your swollen clit. You pant and moan softly, peering over your shoulder at him.

Heat flares up inside you seeing his chin smeard with frosting and your wetness.

"I need you," You moan, rolling your hips against his basketball shorts.

He smiles, all boyish charm. Digging in the nightstand by your head, he pulls out wet wipes. Normally he does this as aftercare.

"Are we stopping?" You ask, raising up on your hands.

He laughs softly. "No, just cleaning up, I didn't think you'd want an infection from the frosting," He presses on your back, making your lean forward.

He cleans out your lips, getting all the little bits he might have missed. It's maddening. The cold press against your heated skin, the feeling of his hands on your skin.

He then wipes himself down and steps out of his pants. He tosses the wet wipes into the trash and moves behind you.

Leo's hands run over your ass, massaging the skin, then moving up your hips and squeezing your waist.

"Leo please," You beg, moaning as his hands pushing your face into the mattress.

"Please what, birthday girl? Use your words,"

You inhale deeply, if you want a good hard fuck, you needed to use big words.

You peer over your shoulder at him. "Please fuck me with your big cock. Make me scream and cum around you. It's all I want for my birthday, please,"

Heat flashes in his eyes. His cock notches at your entrance. "Good," He slams deep. "Fucking," pulls out. "Girl" another deep thrust.

You scream, honest to God just screaming into the mattress. The bed squeaks with his hard thrusts, banging into the wall. Matching the slick sounds from your cunt and the moaning coming from him.

His hands grab you hard enough to bruise. That wonderful slap, slap, slap, slap echoing around you.

Another orgasm rises fast, heat flushes your skin, you cunt clenching him tight. "Fuck, leo,"

"That's it, that's my girl," He praises. "Cum on my cock, be a good girl and cum on me,"

And cum you do. You squeeze and gush around him, panting and sweating through it. He moans with you, still pounding into your swollen pussy.

He slaps your ass three times. "Good. Fucking. Girl."

He leans over your back, pressing his nose to your ear. "Can I fill the birthday girls pussy with my cum? Will she let me do that?"

You nod helplessly, moaning or screaming you couldn't tell.

His thrusts go harsh, his hands gripping tight. He moans loud and long, pressing himself as deep as he could go.

You feel it, spurt and spurt of his warm cum in your pussy. Wrapping his arms around you, he lays you both down on your sides. Him spooning you and his still hard cock in your pussy.

He kisses your neck. "Happy birthday, babygirl,"

@thelaundrybitch @thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos @leosgirl82 @truffle-draws-turtles @iridescentflamingo @ninnosaurus @sophiacloud28 @yorshie @eveandtheturtles

[szagaloree]

♥︎That's a good puppy...♥︎

Sevika X Reader X Ambessa

Wc: 1.5k

Reblogs are always appreciated <3

How you ended up beneath Sevika was a blur, one minute you were at the bar drinking yourself into oblivion. And now? Now you were underneath her, lapping at her dripping cunt, the musky, slightly tangy wetness coating your tongue, lips and chin. You hands were preoccupied with rolling her hard, chocolate nipples between your fingers. Though the absolutely pathetic whine that escaped her lips was what brought you back.

You beneath Sevika, her in doggy as Ambessa- out of everyone- was pummelling her from behind, her strap disappearing and re-appearing every second, it was a sight to behold, your dominant, strong girlfriend brought almost to tears of pleausre being dominated by another woman. "F-fuck slow the fuck down-" Sevika's weak attempt at controlling Ambessa was cut short with a sharp slap on her ass, "Quit fucking whining and pleasure this sweet little puppy beneath you- at least one of you knows how to be a good girl" Your pussy clenched around nothing as Ambessa call you a 'good girl', Sevika said it often but coming from the most powerful woman in Noxus with her Noxian accent? Fuck.

Sevika grumbled a small "hmph..." Before focusing herself on you, as you continued to suck and lick her clit, slurping up her wetness like a starved woman, she stuffed two fingers into your needy cunt finally. Every thrust of Ambessa's hips jolted Sevika forward from the pure power behind each thrust, in turn causing Sevika's fingers to hit you g-spot every thrust. "That's it, good fucking girl" Sevika praised as you whined into her cunt, clenching around her fingers. You moan and writhe beneath both women, getting dangerously close already. "Sweet little puppy... cum for Sevika and maybe, if she can make you cum I'll let her cum hm?" Ambessa said all two sweetly considering the underlying threat, if you didn't cum first Sevika might not get too?

"Oh fuck come on babygirl... please... please baby..." Sevika whined, quite pathetically as she sped up her fingers, Ambessa thrusting into her like a horny teenager who was sex craved. You suck harder and moan agaisnt Sevika's clit as you came on her fingers, if you weren't drunk or if both women weren't so infuriatingly hot you might have been embarrassed by the squelch of your pussy with each thrust, or how utterly fucked out you sounded. "Mmmf- s-sev ohhh..." you whine as she helps you ride it out, once you calm down she removes her fingers and sucks them clean. "Can you- oh make me cum now..."

Sevika practically begged- which was something you didn't see often. You now coming down and gaining your composure start to eat her our more methodically, swirling your tongue around her clit, lifting the hood just to brush agaisnt the sensitive nerves. As you do Sevika grips your hip hard enough to bruise and moans loudly again, "oh fuck y-yes just like that baby... so good f' me..." You take the encouragement and keep going, sliding one hand around her and down her back to tease two fingers over her tight hole.

"Well aren't you a good girl? Such a smart puppy, makin' sure all of her holes are gettin' used" Ambessa praises your bravery, encouraging it. Like a treat when a dog fetches the ball. Her large hand covers yours over her tight hole and slowly guides one of your fingers in, all the while your still eating her out. Ambessa pulls Sevika's hair back and growls into her ear, "And your gonna take it aren't you? This little puppy might not treat you like a slut but your cunts just as fucking needy isn't it?" The pleasure fogs Sevika's brain, reduced to whines and moans, with your mouth, your fingers and Ambessa just absolutely ploughing her with her strap it's too much.

Her thighs close around your head, the hard muscles almost suffocating you but really, who wouldn't want to die with their face buried in their hot girlfriends bush, face covered in her sweet wetness? Both holes tighten around you and Ambessa as she fully let's go. "There you go, see? Follow the rules, get rewarded" Ambessa claims like she isn't phased by the fact she just made the most feared woman in Zaun cum all over her strap. However she does slow down and let Sevika ride it out, your lap up her sweetness before pulling away not wanting to completely overstimulate her. Ambessa pulls out and unharnesses herself, Sevika practically collapses onto the bed next to you, not used to bottoming.

Your eyes meet Ambessa's and despite the situation you manage to give her a sickly sweet smile. "You didnt cum yet..." you say softly, as much as you were exhausted and still drunk, you didn't know if you'd ever get a chance like this again. And she was gorgeous, stood tall and proud like a statued goddess, you couldn't NOT make her cum. "Oh sweet puppy... your exhaust-".

"No. I wanna make you cum too" you cut her off, the boldness definitely powered by the alcohol coursing through your veins. Taking her hand in yours, you sit up and guide her to the bed. "Let me... please? Wanna taste you too..." you ask looking too innocent despite the circumstances. Ambessa chuckles but leans back agaisnt the headboard, strong muscular legs spread. Unlike Sevika's Bush, Ambessa still had hair but it was trimmed and kept neat and tidy. The difference between both personalities, Sevika was wild, untamed and slightly crazy. Ambessa, strong, powerful yet calculated. With how still Sevika was you assumed she'd fallen asleep, you kiss up the insides of Ambessa's strong thighs, feeling the muscles contract on your lips. "Such a good puppy, always want to please don't you?" She cooed, almost mockingly but you just nodded and kissed higher and higher until your nose grazed her clit, causing a soft moan to escape the normally controlled woman.

"G-god puppy... just like that" you flatten your tongue and the cold, metal ball of your tongue piercing runs through her folds before nudging her clit, not a surprise for Sevika- but for the Noxian? A sexual piercing like that would be frowned upon, but not down here in Zaun. Though the sensation was far from off putting. "You- oh you naughty little pup..." Ambessa moaned as she continued to fall apart from just your tongue, already sensitive from the earlier activities. The muscle of your tongue prodded against her hole and you started to fuck her while you nuzzled your nose against her clit. Her taste was sweeter than Sevika's but still fucking delicious. As you worked Ambessa took a hold of your hair and ground agaisnt your face.

"Dirty puppy... that's it, eat that fucking pussy" the two of you were so distracted you hadn't noticed Sevika move, well that was until Sevika moaned. Momentarily your movements faltered and Ambessa quietened. You both look over to see Sevika with her legs spread, flushed face and her long fingers stuffed into her needy cunt. For a minute you just watch before returning to eating Ambessa out, she guides you by your hair, her gaze flicking between you and Sevika. "God you really are a slut aren't you Sev?" Ambessa chuckled through a moan as your tongue ran over her clit again. "I'm... it... fuck I couldnt help it..." Sevika nodded and whined as she fucked herself harder. "If your gonna be a needy little thing, you can cum but only after me-" Ambessa kept up the dominant role despite the moans falling from her lips.

As you suck and flick her clit you stuff two manicured fingers into her cunt, curling them upwards. With the way Ambessa back arched you knew you'd hit the spot. Literally. You keep massaging that spot and soon enough she's tightening around your fingers and her grip on your hair tightening too "fuck that's it puppy!- ohhh fuck just like that" she moaned as she came on your fingers, you lick and lap at her folds not wasting a drop of her sweetness. "P-please..." both heads snap towards Sevika, who is still pounding her own dripping cunt with her fingers. "Go on puppy, help her out." Ambessa commands, quickly regaining her composure and commanding you yet again. "Yes ma'am"

Your crawl over to Sevika, you guide her hand away from her and suck her fingers clean. You lift one of her thighs over yours and line up your cunt over hers, "o-oh fuck baby your gonna-" She gets cut off by a moan as your clit glides over hers. "Mmph... oh fuck sev..." you whine as you desperately grind against your girlfriends brown, puffy, wet cunt. Your own wetness mixing with hers, you hump her cunt like a dog in heat- Ambessa's 'puppy' nickname suddenly gaining value. With both of you completly soaked your cunts slide easily agaisnt one another. Within minutes your both cumming again, you collapse down onto Sevika's chest in exhaustion. Her strong hand rubs you back soothingly as you both come down together... "Well isn't it a shame I didnt get to fuck you puppy?" Ambessa's voice brings you back to consciousness, stood there proud with her strap on now securely around her waist again. Yeah, it was gonna be a long night...

[szagaloree]

— until you learn

sevika x fem!reader

cw: established relationship, age gap (early 20s/late 30s), 🤏🏻 of obsessive sevika, verryyyyy dom/sub btw, strap-on sex, strap is referred to as “dick”, oral, dubcon (reader is a little bit intoxicated), orgasm control, clit stimulation, overstimulation, impact play, little bit of spit, squirting, degradation, aftercare

a/n: sorry for my little disappearance, this is my apology!! also, i’m so bad at the whole plot thing so i’m really sorry if the start of this sucks

wc: 3.2k

⌞friday night, 6:54pm ⌝

You had just finished getting ready for a night out with your friends, checking your phone every five minutes to see how far away your uber was. Once you got the notification that your ride has arrived you jumped up, nearly running out of the house. Your wife grabbed you by the arm, stopping you just before you reach the door.

"You forgetting something, doll?" Raising her eyebrows at you eagerness to leave.

"Oh sorry, babe," you stand on the tips of your toes, bringing your lips to hers.

When you pull away you give her a sweet smile, before turning on your heel and running out of the house. You glance back just before you hop in the car, waving at Sevika standing at the door.

"Update me regularly, please," the way she says it almost makes it sound like a question, but you know better than to assume she was asking. She was expecting you, telling you, to update her every now and then.

"Will do, love you!" You yelled your response at her from across the front yard, blowing her a kiss as you finally sat down and closed the car door.

⌞7:24pm⌝

It took about half an hour to get to the designated restaurant. Your friends spotted you from across the room once you arrived and went inside, ushering you over to your seat where you see they've already ordered some appetisers for the table. It feels like forever since you've seen them and it will probably be a while until you see them again, so you saver every hug from them as you go around the table.

You sit down and immediately get bombarded with questions about your life, you take some food as you answer all of their questions.

Once all of you had had your fill, you went up to the bar to order the first round of drinks. One round soon turned into two, then three, and once it got to four you suggested a bar hop. And when you actually found your second bar of the night, every second round of drinks signalled the trek to a new bar. However long the walk may be.

⌞10:13pm⌝

By this time it was about quarter past ten, and you only realised once you checked the time that you hadn’t been doing the thing that you promised to do. Update Sevika on the going ons of the night. She really doesn’t ask for much, truly, as she states in the multiple messages displayed at the bottom of your lock screen.

7:34pm

╰┈➤ Did you get there safe, baby?

8:06pm

╰┈➤ How’s it going?

9:03pm

╰┈➤ Baby

╰┈➤ Missed call

╰┈➤Are you okay?

9:22pm

╰┈➤ Missed call

╰┈➤ Missed call

╰┈➤ Where are you?

╰┈➤ I asked you to update me and you said you would, a simple ‘yes baby I’m fine’ would be amazing?

10:03pm

╰┈➤ I don’t ask for a lot and you can’t even do that much, I just want to know how things are going.

╰┈➤ I’m coming to get you

╰┈➤ Missed call

⌞10:16pm⌝

By the time you saw the countless messages and missed calls she left it was too late to message, she wasn’t going to answer since she was driving. You opt for the best option you could think of; sitting outside and waiting for her. You say goodbye to all of your friends, promising to see them again soon, wishing them the best for the time being. Then, you take your leave and find a comfortable space on the front concrete stairs of the establishment.

You’re scrolling on your phone when, soon enough, you hear a car pull up and park right in front of you. You look up and lock eyes with your wife through the open passenger seat window, she does not look happy.

Why were you getting excited? She’s about to berate you for disobeying her, so why are you feeling giddy?

You make your way over to the car, dragging your feet. Luckily you ordered some side dishes to eat while you were drinking, helping you to not get too drunk. But honestly, even if you didn’t, the feeling of her eyes burning into your head as you step inside the car would definitely do the trick.

“I’m really so—“

“Don’t wanna hear it.” She leaves no room for argument, no room for apologies, and absolutely no room for your endless excuses she knows you made up while waiting for her.

The rest of the drive home is silent. She left a cold bottle of water in the centre console that you graciously took, not bothering with manners since you know it won’t help your case.

You can’t lie though, the tension in the car mixing with the alcohol in your system was making you feel hot. You couldn’t help but imagine what she was going to do once you got home, smiling to yourself while looking at the window, trying your absolute hardest not to make it obvious that you were squeezing your thighs together. The butterflies in your stomach were making your clit throb with anticipation. The way she put her hand behind your head rest and turned around, using the palm of her hand to turn the steering wheel to back into the garage didn’t help the throb either.

You both sit in the stilled car for a moment, but you’re both still for different reasons. She’s thinking of what to say, while you’re waiting to be told what to do. She actually appreciates your behaviour for the first time all night.

“Sit on the bed.” You expect her to say more so you turn to face her, but once you receive a look that says ‘what?’ you get out of the car and head to the bedroom.

You’re waiting for some time before she comes in, stopping momentarily to glare at you, you shiver subtly under her gaze. She turns and closes the door, still standing facing away from you when she talks next.

“What is the one thing I asked you to do?” Turning around slowly to face you, walking over to you in a less than reassuring way.

“To update you,” your voice was small.

“Speak up, I can’t hear you,” she kneels down in front of you, staring up at you and yet it still feels like she’s looming over you.

“You asked me to update you.”

“Right. And what didn’t you do?”

“Update you.”

“I said speak up,” she says through her teeth, in an impatient manner.

“I didn’t update you. And I’m so sorry Sev, I just forgot.” Your apology was rushed, thinking she would interrupt you again. But she didn’t, she stayed silent.

“Take your clothes off.”

You swallow your nerves and lift your dress up over your head, sitting in your underwear. You don’t waste any time in taking off the rest, leaving you sitting completely bare in front of her.

“Lay on your stomach.”

You move further onto the bed, turning over and laying on your stomach just like she asked. She lifts up your hips with ease, placing a pillow underneath them. Then, the sound of her palm coming down on your ass fills the room. You hear it before you feel it. When you do feel it, it stings so badly that it feels cold.

She won’t make you count, she never does. That isn’t the point of this punishment. The point of it is to have to crying and begging her to stop while chanting empty promises along the lines of ‘I’ll never do it again!’ These pleas fall on unwillingly ears; she listens, relishing in the sobs that come out of your mouth every time she brings her hand down, then ignores you. Just like you did to her.

“Shut it. You want me to listen to you? Yeah? How do you think I feel, sweetheart?” She grabs your hair, turning your head to face her. The look in her eyes doesn’t do much to help the dripping between your thighs, but that doesn’t make it any less intimidating.

“I’m so sorry ‘Vika, I swear, it won’t hap- happen again,” stammering over your words due to your uncontrollable sobbing.

“You sure you’re not just saying that to get on my good side so I can play with your little pussy, babe? ‘Cause she looks pretty desperate,” the smirk evident in her tone.

“I’m sure.”

Out of nowhere she gets on top of you, straddling your thighs. She gets real close to your ear, make you shiver as you feel her lick the shell of it.

“Think you deserve to cum?” She hums in response when she sees you nod your head.

You feel her fingers slowly creep their way to your weeping pussy, but you stay still. You feel her knee nudge your legs open for easier access, but you still remain unmoving. It was only when her fingertip dipped slightly into you that you jolted, earning a chuckle from the woman above you. She gets off for a second and guides you to turn around. Still keeping your hips elevated but now you’re on your back.

She presses her knee to your shoulder, making it near impossible for you to move. And rubs your clit slowly with her hand, causing your eyes to close at the direct contact. You notice the light disappearing from behind your eyelids and open your eyes, only to see Sevika’s face above yours.

“Open wide, whore,” looking down at your lips with an expectant look.

You close your eyes agin and open your mouth, feeling a drop her warm saliva dribble onto your tongue. You swallow it immediately.

“You really are a slut, aren’t you?” A rhetorical question, of course. You both knew that answer.

Her other hand comes down to lift the hood of your clit up, making you clench around nothing as your clit is exposed to the cold air. Using her other hand to gather some of your arousal on a couple of her think fingers, a rub them roughly against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, back arching, and toes curling. Then, she shows you absolutely no mercy. Moving off of you and finding her place between you thighs, face to face with your drooling slit, licking her lips.

And she devours you, her hands do well to keep you from moving too much but even when you do, her face follows you. Never letting you escape the overwhelming pleasure. Sevika sucks your clit into her mouth, using her tongue to subjugate it to an unrelenting torture. As you feel your orgasm sneaking up, she lifts her head slightly, gaining your attention.

“Don’t cum yet.” What?

“I can’t hold it-“

“You’re going to have to, baby. I wasn’t asking.”

She gets right back to work, adding two of her thick fingers. While she seems to be enjoying herself, you have to fight off your pleasure while being forced to endure her tongue on your pussy. Not an easy task at all. You tell yourself to focus on your breathing, trying to hold it off for as long as possible but it doesn’t seem to be working at all. Little did you know, this is exactly what she wanted; to push to the point where you have to beg her to let you cum. Her favourite form of humiliation.

“Sev- vika, ohhh god, I can’t- I can’t hold it. Ohhhh my god, I can’t hold it— pleeeaaase baby! Fuckkk,” your pleas came out as screams through your teeth.

“Oh, I don’t know, baby. I really don’t think you deserve it, at all.”

The room was filled with the only words you could get out; pleasepleaseplease was all she heard, and she loved it. In fact, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Once your hips started moving erratically, you both knew there was no holding it for any longer. She’s not worried though, she wasn’t planning on making you wait any longer anyway.

“You gonna cum, sweetheart? Go on, make a mess.”

The dam walls break, the noise you let out was ungodly. Your orgasm washing over you in such an intense way that your whole body starts shaking. The shivering didn’t stop Sevika from prolonging it, dragging your orgasm out by slightly slowing down the pace of her fingers. It was such a overwhelming sensation that you don’t even hear her get up, too fucked out from only one orgasm to see what she’s doing. The ringing in your ears stops you from hearing the sound of metal clanging together. She’s already fastened the harness around her hips and is lubing up the strap by the time you turn your head around, your eyes widening at the sheer size of it.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I c- please Sevi, I can’t cum again,” trying to give her the sweetest look you could muster up, looking for some type of sympathy.

“Don’t give me that, you’ve got plenty more in you.”

She gets on her knees on the bed, using one of her hands to lift your hips up and the other one to guide her strap into your drenched pussy. Swiping it up and down to gather all of your cum that has dripped out of you, using it as extra lube. You wince as she pushes in. Inch by inch, she’s filling you up. She’s so slow too, making sure you feel every detail of the fake dick.

Once you adjust to the size of it, she lifts both of your legs so that both of your feet are hanging over one of her shoulders. Your hips are off the bed completely and she wraps both arms around your legs, and she goes crazy. She moves back, only bringing her hips forward whenever gravity makes you impale yourself on her dick. The sound of skin slapping soon fills the room, almost drowning out the beautiful noises you were making.

Your mouth lolled open, drool finding its way out of your mouth and down the side of your cheek.

“That feel good, baby?” She already knew but she loved to hear you say it.

“Mhm,” your bottom lip finding its way in between your teeth.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Y- yessss, oh my fucking g- gooddddd!!!” Voice changing as she angles her hips slightly upwards, pressing into that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

She doesn’t stop when you cum for the second time.

“Aww, look baby. You’re creaming all over me, does it feel too good, sweetheart?”

She doesn’t stop when you squirt all over her abdomen.

“Ohhhhhh, you’re makin’ a mess.” Bringing her hand down and rubbing sloppy patterns over your clit, forcing more out of you. Making you scream through your teeth. She chuckles through her teeth and your reaction.

She doesn’t stop after you start begging her for a break.

“I thought I told you I don’t wanna hear any of that, of course you can take more.”

“I- I can’t! Vika pl-“

“Don’t make me repeat myself, we aren’t stopping. Not until you understand— not until you learn the consequences of your actions.”

And oh my god did she stick to her word. She’s still pushing into you even now, even after you’ve stopped making noise and your mouth is just hanging wiiiiide open, even after you’ve cum another handful of times, even after she starts getting tired. She’s persistent, you’ll give her that.

She pauses for a second when she hears you mumble something under your breath, grabbing your jaw. She taps your cheek lightly.

“What’d you just say, baby? C’mon, speak.”

“I— I’m sorry,” tears, real tears pour out of your eyes. Not tears from the hours of overstimulation, not tears from the overwhelming pleasure you’re still experiencing, but tears from being genuinely sorry.

“I’m sorry I didn’t li- listen, I won’t- it won’t happen again. I love you.” Your words are quiet, almost a whisper, and slurred. And your sobs and hiccups weren’t helping you to become more coherent, but she still understood what you said. You didn’t even need to say anything and she would still know.

She pauses, her eyes are darting all over your face. And she leans down to kiss your tears away softly, lovingly.

“Okay, baby. It’s alright, I love you too. You’re gonna cum one more time and we’ll be done. Yeah?”

She hums when you give her a nod, but you’re surprised when she pulls out. She’s slow with it, not wanting to hurt you. You focus your eyes to see her kissing down your stomach, until she reaches your sore pussy. You clench around nothing when you see her just looking, staring. Then, she leans in.

Immediately dipping her tongue in, her eyes rolling at the taste of your cum on her tongue. She doesn’t waste a drop, swallowing it all.

“Relax, baby. Deeeep breaths, yeah that’s good.”

She guides you through the build up, helping you to overcome to pain of your sensitive clit being stimulated once again, helping you to calm down, telling you when to breathe in… then out. During this time, you rely on her words and actions to know how to behave. She’s calm, so you’re calm.

As your orgasm builds further, you become a little erratic in your movements. Breathing becoming faster and more unsteady, hips lifting off of the bed and pulling away? or were they grinding on her face? neither of you could tell, and back arching.

“Baby, calm down.” Her authoritative voice was still so smooth like honey, making you shiver. You nod.

“I’m- gonna, gonna cum. Pleasepleaseplease- Vika I’m gonna c-“

“Yeah, I heard you. Calm down and let it alllll out.”

And when that cord inside you finally snaps, she’s there. Following your hips, forcing you to ride it out.

⌞probably veryyyyy early into the next morning⌝

Your back is against her chest, she’s running her hand up and down your torso. The warm bath water engulfing you both, making you sleepy. You could feel her watching you, so you open your eyes.

“What are you looking at?” Playfulness lingering in your tone.

“My beautiful wife,” she says without even thinking.

You smile, closing your eyes again and leaning back against her chest.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Sore.” She chuckles at your answer, letting the comfortable silence fill the bathroom again.

After a couple of minutes she speaks again.

“Don’t ever make me worry like that again.” Her voice calm, but threatening.

“Yeah, I got that.”

“I mean it, baby.”

“I know.”

“So?”

“I won’t do it again.”

“Right,” rewarding you with a soft kiss on your temple.

[szagaloree]

She’s so fucking beautiful, her haters just don’t get it..

[szagaloree]

Intrusion

Sevika x Ambessa x Reader

Word count: 3.9k

synopsis; You, the pretty enforcer are tasked with retrieving very important documents from none other than Lead Commander Ambessa Merdarda. Sounds rather easy, until you see Silco’s right hand woman bent over her desk.

(Tw; dom!Ambessa, softdom!Sevika, wlw, overstimulation, degradation, enforcer!reader, strap on, sex, biting, sub!reader, sub!Sevika, crying)

Song: Love is a bitch, Two face

Side note: lmk if you guys like this and I’ll do another ambessa/sevika one shot. tbh I’m obsessed with them so I’ll probably drop it anyways lol. Also I’ve never watched the show so if anything is inaccurate don’t hate me, the characters are just fine shit. Anyways, hope u enjoy 🫶

When you first walked into the tall building, you hadn’t expected today to be such a troublesome one. Your commanding officer has tasked you with retrieving a few important documents from Lead Commander, Ambessa Merdarda. When given the task you did well to hide your excitement but nonetheless it was there. You had seen Ambessa, as an enforcer she was starting to become a regular face to be greeted by. But you’d never come close to her and the idea of that was intoxicating. You’d heard rumors about her, the war lord who never took no for an answer and never knew defeat. You’d admired her, her ruthlessness made her one of the most praised women in the world. One day you’d hoped to become as renowned as her. Knowing it was wrong and out of turn, you wondered if you’d be able to ask her a few questions about her strategies when you made it to her office.

The walls were decorated with precise and intricate details. White and blue and gold peeked all over. Sunlight peered in through the huge windows, everything about it screamed luxury. You nodded your head off to the guards posted at the large grand doors that led to the wing with Ambessa’s office.

Your heart jumped out of your chest over and over as you neared that golden and blue door. But you found courage once you reached it, letting off two swift knocks. Silence was all that met you. You decided to be a bit patient, not wanting to barge in. But as the minutes passed you remembered your commander's voice in the back of your head, pestering you about just how important it was that you got them.

Minutes kept slipping so with a slight irritation slipping over you, you respectively knocked two more times. There was a bit more force behind it this time but respectful of course. More silence was accompanied by it. You bit your lip, anxious and worried.

You knew that it wasn’t your fault that the Lead Commander hadn’t answered despite it being known that she was in her office. But you also knew the higher ups rarely cared about ‘excuses’ like such. If you were lucky you’d get chewed out in front of your comrades.

Usually you took any consequences head on, no matter how obscene, like the good soldier you were. But something made your stomach churn to delay the delivery of something of such urgency. You took a deep breath, telling yourself that she’ll understand.

I ’m not knocking the door down or anything, she won’t mind…just open the door

You tried to have your thoughts aid your anxieties and it almost worked until you remembered the scowl on her face a week earlier when a fellow enforcer had approached her disrespectfully. Just the remembrance of such a glare sent shivers down your spine.

Somewhat cowardly, you decided to suck up whatever would inevitably be thrown at you when you showed up with no papers. Disappointed, you put your head down, ready to turn.

Until a muffled groan slipped past the confines of the large door. If it hadn’t been for how observant you were, you undoubtedly would’ve missed it. But upon hearing it you flinched. Worry and fear overtook at the idea of what it could’ve been.

Was Ambessa ok? Had someone slipped into her office and hurt her? Is that why she couldn’t come to the door?

Without so much as a second thought, you bolted through the door, gun raised and finger steady over the trigger.

Any heroism brewing inside of you preparing to ‘save the day’ instantly dissipates. The scene in front of you was so lewd that you couldn’t do anything besides immediately re-holster your gun and attempt to leave. Unfortunately the attempt was halted, the panting voice of Ambessa reaching you.

“ Close the door. Turn around.”

For a second, you let your mind roam over the possibilities this could end with. You cursed yourself for your listening skills, wishing you’d never heard that noise in the first place. You remembered your comrades talking about some rather obscene things they’ve walked in on and they found pretending worked best.

In a last ditch effort, you kept your eyes pointed at the large door. Hand still clutching the handle.

“ I was simply coming to retrieve the documents for Commander Brinman. I apologize for my intrusion, due to the noise, I assumed there was trouble. I will take my leave immediately and return to retrieve them later today if able, Commander Merdarda.”

You heard a chuckle followed by a whine to which you presumed was the brown skinned woman bent over the table, the ones whose legs shook slightly…

You shook your head slightly, cursing yourself once again for the blush that crept on your face.

“ I didn’t ask you for any of that information, little one. Close the door and turn around. That’s an order.”

Desperately you let out one last attempt. Your voice came out weak this time, that soldier formality leaving you.

“ I promise you, Commander Merdarda, that absolutely nothing that has taken place in this office today shall leave it. I swear it.”

“ Well I could’ve told you that. You don’t seem the chatty type, clearly not the listening type either… I won’t repeat myself on my previous orders.”

Her voice sounded less patient this time, so reluctantly you closed the door. The loud click sounded throughout the room, and not a moment after you turned your body to face them. Embarrassment settled on your face as you still refused to actually look, your eyes trained at the floor.

“ Eyes up here, don’t be so rude.”

The moment you looked up, she was already staring at you. Your chest rose and fell a bit faster upon seeing the sight, again. Ambessa stood proudly, muscles and chest exposed for you to see. And though her counterpart did also seem to have muscle you immediately deduced that she wasn’t in the same state Ambessa was. Her hair fell over her face, pants crumpled around her ankles as she lay there, still shaking.

Ambessa smiled at you, but it was clear that it wasn’t a friendly one.

“ Look, we have a guest. Have some manners, or do you undercity dogs not have any of those?”

The harshness yet playfulness in her tone made you shift your legs slightly, still staring at Ambessa. The woman beneath her simply grumbled something but you didn’t catch it. It was hard when your heartbeat was thrumming out of your ears practically.

Ambessa rolled her eyes, using her large hand to tug at the hair of the woman. Another grumble left her, this time clearly more strangled. Guiding her head to look up at you, you nearly collapsed onto the floor upon seeing her face. Sure a few strands still protected her but you’d know that face anywhere.

Any enforcer would. Sevika, Silcos right hand woman. Instantly you scrunch your face up at the sight, luckily Ambessa was nice enough to drop her head back onto the desk, of course not before she forced a ‘hello’ out of her.

“ What to do with you now, hm?”

That question alone was enough for you to not care that Noxus’s Lead Commander was fucking a known criminal in her office, worried about your own fate.

“ Like I said, Commander, I’ve seen nothing. I’ll say nothing.”

She frowned, almost as if she was bored by such a response.

“ I thought we already discussed that. I think you’d be much more interesting with all those clothes off.”

The blush you fought so hard to keep down came back with a vengeance. You stammered over your words but nothing actually came out. You peered over at Sevika, noticing that Ambessa was in fact still inside of her.

“ C-commander… I’m a s-soldier…”

“ Soldiers don’t like getting fucked?”

Your insides boiled at the thought. Your mind fed you images of your legs open, trembling like Sevikas, Ambessa large hands able to reach every and anywhere. It should’ve made you recoil, have you running out of the office and shouting for anyone nearby to come and see the ungodly actions happening in this very room. But it didn’t. It made your breath hitch. Desire pounced at you over and over. You’d always been trained to be the perfect, obedient, and efficient soldier. But there was nothing perfect about the way you gave in so easily to that little voice inside of your head.

You’d be lying if you said everything about the sight of them didn’t make your knees weak. You’d always preferred women but there were no women like Sevika and Ambessa where you’d come from. The disgust you felt for that Zaunite hunched over that desk held no weight against your attraction for her.

“ Well, child, what’ll be?”

“ Nobody will find out…right?”

Ambessa smiled evilly at the question. Yet she ignored it all together. She knew you were going to strip anyway. She knew it the moment you locked the door on your own will, she’d never told you to do that. And oh how she loved the look on your face as you accepted your situation, deciding that Ambessa was never going to give you such security in her answer.

Slowly but carefully you tugged at your clothes. Something Ambessa also hadn’t instructed. She held back a sly comment, picking up on how eager you were. And she didn’t miss the way Sevika clenched around her suddenly, as she watched you strip off the rest of your clothes. You hadn’t noticed either of their staring but god did you feel it.

If your parents were here they’d be so disappointed in you, hands trembling as you showcase your bare body to two women who looked like they were looking at dinner. But you had no space to harbor such a thought, not when Ambessas braid swung slightly, beckoning you over. You moved swiftly, that certain soldier walk about you.

“ Quite nice…”

Ambessa shamelessly checked you out, her eyes lingering concerningly long on your breast. You simply shrink beneath her gaze, her very presence demanding authority. And you saw no reason to grant her anything other than that.

“ How lucky I am, I’ll have to thank Brinman for sending such a pretty one. Alright Sevika, be a little useful for once. Make sure to devour her properly.”

“ Lay down for me then, pretty.”

You’d never heard her voice before. You hadn’t expected it to sound so enticing. Her low eyes and hanging hair made you desperate to be devoured, even if it was by a criminal. You nodded quickly, nervously laying on the desk, your pretty legs spread in front of a bent over Sevika. Ambessa pressed the strap deeper inside at the sight of it causing Sevika to grip the table. The sight the Wolf had infront of her made her want to eat you both alive. From her view she could see everything, your nervous face as Sevika trailed kisses up your thigh, Sevikas sweaty back exposed and flexing as she moved about. She also couldn’t miss the way your cunt clenched around nothing as the Zaunite got closer to that spot that you really needed to be touched.

As planned, the moment Sevika finally did start licking vigorously at your clit, Ambessa started her thrust back up again. Her pace was brutal, even you could tell despite the loud whines that slipped past your mouth. Sevika moaned aggressively into you, not able to contain herself.

“ Look at you two, filthy.”

“ o-oh god…commander–”

You moaned out for Ambessa despite the intense eye contact you held with Sevika. Her grey eyes bore into yours and you worried that alone might get you off faster. If Sevika had a piece of sanity left she would’ve told you to say her name, moan it out in that pornographic tone of yours. But Ambessa was ruthless, hitting her in all the right places. And this pace was no issue for her, her stamina was horrid and she had no signs of fatigue. Sevika trembled and pushed against her rhythmically, not wanting the pleasure to end.

Her eyes rolled repeatedly, struggling to hold that eye contact with you. But you didn’t mind it, quite the opposite. It made you bite your lip at the thought that every vibration that she set off into you was because of the tall woman behind her. To know every time she rolled her eyes she was closer to the edge, drove you crazy. You almost pulled at her hair, wanting her even closer. But cowardice struck your heart, secretly intimated of the strong wanted criminal from Zaun.

Pleasure overwhelmed you as Sevika continued, her face now drenched from everything you were giving her. You whined at the sight, noticing the wet glisten on her nose and chin.

Your hips bucked at her mouth over and over and over. Until that burning sensation was becoming unbearable.

Obedient as ever, you wailed out a request. Ambessa watched hungrily as your legs shook around Sevikas head, wetness dripping onto her leg from Sevikas cunt.

“ please! can I…c-can I come?”

“ I’m not the one between your legs.”

With tears in your eyes and your hands clenched, desperate to not let go until someone, anyone, told you that it was ok. Sevika nearly melted seeing the way you pleaded with her before even saying anything, your lips trembling. Her own orgasm was approaching quickly.

“ p-please…sevika…”

Through broken moans and stutters, “ yes…god yes.”

Ambessa smiled as you whispered a pathetic thank you, your body at war with itself while you finished all over her face. Ambessa could tell she was close, it was obvious from how hard she was pulling it in. Sevika still ate at you desperately despite you having come, instead of relenting she simply pulled your thighs in with her arms, trapping you.

Ambessa had told her to devour you properly, and she wasn’t going to do anything but that. She did falter at her speed for a second, once she heard Ambessa demand for her to finish ‘all over her cock’ and quote.

You whimpered out pleads and begs, but neither listened. All you could do was paw at her strong forearms which clearly was no match for you. And Sevika hadn’t even noticed the scratch marks you gave her, her own orgasm so intense that she was lost in it. And being the cutting woman she was, Ambessa fucked her throughout all of it, until she was satisfied with the alien sounds she pulled from Sevikas throat.

Sevika did stop once Ambessa pulled out, heaving and shaking. And yet she did manage enough energy to leave a few extra peppered kisses on your wobbly thighs.

“ Who would’ve known the brave enforcer made such noises?”

Her voice was one of pure velvet, it made something rush through you. Everything about Ambessa made you go crazy. Yet you didn’t respond, ignoring Ambessa who now was behind you, head in your neck leaving bruises on it. You only whined, breathing rapidly. Her rough hands rubbed all around your breast and stomach.

“ What would your comrades think? You’ve just opened your legs to a wanted criminal, quite easily as well. Did you enjoy it? Having a Zaunite eat your cunt?”

Her words were so vile and you had no answers for her. You couldn’t even think straight, let alone entertain such nasty comments. Instead you opted to begging, not caring how filthy you looked in front of them anymore.

“ can I have more, please?”

Ambessa noticed now that your begging was no longer only directed towards her, your desperation for permission now being sought out from both of them. She didn’t mind. If anything it made her day a whole lot more interesting.

She smirked into your neck before pulling away, looking down at Sevika who no longer was bent over. Instead she now stood tall too, her naked body making you blush. Sevika knew she held no authority when it came to Ambessa, it was obvious. But you? Those lustful eyes peering up at her, awaiting any instruction, so long as it meant they touched you, drove her further into corruption.

Ambessa simply stared at Sevika, allowing her to answer.

“ Since you asked so nicely. Go ahead and open these up for me.”

She tapped at your thighs that you now had shut. Obediently, you opened them. Ambessa left your side, making you miss how warm she was. You heard her rummaging through something behind you before you saw her hand Sevika a stark black toy. Your arousal spilled down your legs as you patiently watched and waited. You grew alive with anticipation as you watched Ambessa grip the back of Sevika’s neck, whispering something in her ear. It left you curious after seeing the way Sevika’s eyes furrowed and she clenched Ambessa’s wrist desperately, nodding softly.

Ambessa left her to come back to your side, this time though she towered over you, cupping your face in her hand. It was surprisingly gentle, the way she rubbed her thumb back and forth. She studied you, finding it enticing how pliable you were, legs open and ready for them to do anything to you. She wanted to leave you clawing at the floor by the time she was done with you and from the way you easily slumped into her hands, she knew she could.

All that distraction made you oblivious to Sevika having a strap now attached to her as well. Sevika walked in front of you, pulling your legs suddenly so that your cunt was mere inches away from her cock. You bit your lip, one hand gripping the table and the other squeezing Ambessa’s wrist that now sat on either side of your face.

Sevika smiled down at you, allowing you to finally get a clear view of her gapped teeth. You nearly swooned at the sight of it. You hadn’t noticed how gorgeous she truly looked with all the hair that previously stuck to her face. But now you could see everything, her plump breast, her large thighs and strong arms, and that fucking smile.

“ Just relax, sweetheart. I know you’ll do good.” She dipped two fingers inside of you causing you to let out a small moan. Sevika made sure to get every bit of them wet, it wasn’t difficult at all, the constantly leaking proving just how good her tongue had been to you. She almost didn’t want to pull out, loving how warm you were inside. But that all went out the door the moment she saw you throw you back after she drew sticky circles around your clit lazily.

“ You’re so fucking wet, I was that good?”

You nodded mindlessly, grinding your ass softly against the desk. Ambessa gripped your chin gently causing you to suddenly open your eyes.

“ Manners, little one. She asked you a question.”

“ yesss,i-it’s so good, it’s a-all sooo good…”

You struggled to get it all out, broken up but moans and wails. The speed of her fingers was blinding by now. But she didn’t want you to cum, not yet. She ripped her fingers away, giving a faux sympathetic glance.

Sevika gripped your thighs as she lined the toy up with your cunt, making a slight show of the sounds it made as it moved back and forth between your lips. You bucked your hips desperate to actually put it inside, you didn’t have to wait long before she was sinking it all the way in. She was slow to enter, sure to not hurt you. But she assumed that’d be difficult to do considering you were practically drenched.

Ambessa itched with lust as she watched the way Sevikas thrust picked up, her stomach flexing and growing wet from you. You moaned out her name hoarsely, grateful that finally something was being done.

“ So pretty… this cunt is fuckin—- ngh… perfect.”

Sevika groaned out, feeling the harness rub against her throbbing clit. She looked up at Ambessa, eyelids low and mouth hung open, panting.

“ Fuck her faster.”

She didn’t dare disobey, picking up the speed immediately. You cried out, feeling it hit inside of you even deeper. Your poor cunt clenched around it, hungry for more. Your whole body felt hot to the touch. You thought you were going to die, not sure how much longer you could hold on despite her having just started.

Sevika moved your legs so that they rose straight up, pulling you even deeper allowing her thrust to drive you insane. You felt her hot breaths against your calf, her breast brushing against your bare skin. Her moans grew louder but it was impossible to overtake yours, your throat ripping out the most obscene noises. You met her thrust as best as you could, knowing you could never get enough of the pleasure she was giving you, even if it was overwhelming.

“ C’mere.”

You felt Ambessa suddenly capture your lips, pulling your head up slightly to ravage you. She tasted like honey and you moaned into her. Her hands roamed all over, cupping your breast that bounced vigorously. She bit at your bottom lip, relishing in the way you whined her name, not commander, her name.

“ ambessaaa.”

She secretly crumpled at sound. Typically she’d have corrected you, and told you to do better with your etiquette. But she couldn’t bother with that when you were shaking now, you and Sevikas orgasm clearly close.

“ fuckkkk! m-m gonn— no!”

You screamed louder than ever, still desperately kissing at Ambessa’s scarred face. The pair admired your discipline, fighting off the orgasm that you knew threatened to spill at any moment.

“ ‘bessa! s-sevikaa! can I— cum! can I please?”

Sevika was so far gone, ignoring your question. She stuttered her thrust, biting into your ankle as her orgasm grew closer. Ambessa gave uncharacteristic sympathy, filling in for her. She leaned down even closer, whispering in your ear.

“ Sevika’s been doing such a good job, hasn’t she?”

A tear slipped down your face as you nodded, whimpering more and more. She kissed the tear away, loving how they so easily fell down your face.

“ So how about we let her cum first, have some etiquette? How about that?”

Quite sure it wasn’t a question, you only offered a pained yes. Sevika sped up slightly making you claw at Ambessa’s hand that rested on your breast. Sevika came silently, her mouth forming into an ‘o’ as she fucked herself through her orgasm while also fucking you.

You looked up at Ambessa, pleading. She shushed your cries, telling you to let go for her and Sevika. And Sevika despite being overstimulated continued to fuck you enthusiastically, refusing to not let your pussy cry for her again. And cry it did, you came so hard on her cock that you saw stars. Vision blurry and body weak, you trembled beneath both of their stares.

You heaved, struggling to catch your breath. But Ambessa noticed you trying to say something. She rubbed your face again leaving bruised kisses on your chest.

“ Speak up, mumbling won’t do much.”

“ more…please”

Sevika, whose chest also struggled to catch breath, made eye contact with Ambessa. Your mind was a heavy haze, not able to concentrate on anything. But you did capture Ambessa’s commanding voice.

“ You heard her, Sevika. Do it again.”

[szagaloree]

Ok ok maybe this is more wicked for you mother...

Yandere reader who let's ambessa sleep in and takes care of some of the less hands on duties for her, reading over reports and letters or something. It's soemthing she's done before, but only ever with ambessa present, this time she only wanted to let her precious wifey (criminal warlord) have a rest :(

Ambessa comes in eyebrow raised and pretending she's not impressed or aroused by seeing her partner in a more leadership position- defying her still. She reader trying to get up from the desk to greet her and ambessa commanding her to stay sat, kicking the chair back from the desk so she can fit infront of it and eating reader out...

Meanwhile reader is like "n-no I should be doing that! Don't get on your knees for me!" 😨 cuz ambessa is our queen wifey (murderous warmonger) and should not be on her knees for anyone!!!

Rest Up Or Eat Up

—Ambessa Medarda x Yandere!Reader

oral, praising, body worshipping

Ambessa and you had been together for quite a while now and she'd noticed this pattern of yours. Whenever you were attached with someone, you felt the need to worship them and relieve them of whatever problems they had. Of course, Ambessa didn't have a problem with you worshipping her— rather the opposite— she seemed to enjoy it and maybe even took sadistic pleasure in seeing your acts.

Ambessa was fast asleep when you entered the bed chambers. Some long hours of training had really taken it out of your wife. You sighed.

“Sleep well,” you muttered under your breath and pulled the soft cotton blankets further over your warlord wife’s shoulder, planting a subtle kiss on her temple.

Ambessa's face was relaxed for once and not frowned with concentration. She knew she could always let her guard down around you.

You looked at the pile of papers at the desk next to the huge window through which you could see almost all of Noxus, sunlight seeped in and reflected on the golden edges of the window sill.

“Lots of work, huh?” You walked upto the desk, and looked down at the papers, reading some titles as you picked it up. “This should be easy,” you glanced at Ambessa who was still deep in her slumber so you decided to take a little look at her work.

Sitting down at her chair, you dragged yourself closer to the table, and started the work. It was mind wrecking and you had no idea how Ambessa balanced the Noxian soldiers and her life with you. Suddenly, you felt a little guilty of never really offering to help her full-time.

Yes, you did help every now and then because you just want your wife to rest. It's not easy being a wife to a Noxian Warlord— it's as if she can never have a full rest and whenever there's war again— all the quality time spent feels too less. You never even know if she's gonna come out of the war alive. You sighed once again, this one heavier than the one before.

You shifted in the chair and focused on the work. Hours passed you'd been there like that, you had no idea how Ambessa put up with you after heavy paper works like these. Just then, you heard heavy footsteps. You turned and saw Ambessa standing by the back of the chair, arms crossed and a stern expression on her face.

“What are you doing?” Ambessa asked, raising a brow.

“Helping you out, dear,” you said, dropping the pen.

“I don't need help.” she said in a firm voice.

“Everybody needs help sometimes.” you reasoned.

“Well, I'm not ‘everybody’.”

Silence lingered in the air for a bit before Ambessa shook her head and kicked the chair. You thought you'd fall and squeaked, eyes squeezing shut. Ambessa caught the back of the chair, now you were facing her.

“Ambessa—”

She dropped to her knees in front of you, pulling your legs over her broad shoulders and pressed her face against your pantie-covered crotch. She took a deep sniff.

“Ambessa!” You gasped, you didn't expect something like this.

“Shhh, just enjoy this,” Ambessa grabbed the waistband of your panties under your dress, and pulled them down with her teeth, maintaining undeterred eye contact with you throughout the act.

“But Ambessa, you shouldn't be down there on your knees,” you said before your breath hitched in your throat, Ambessa's stare at you turned into an intense glare.

You paused before adding;

“I should be the one doing that!”

Ambessa wasn't listening. Her nose nudged your clit as she licked a bold stripe up your pussy. “Mmm,” she groaned at the sweet taste of your pussy.

Her tongue swiped past your clit making you try to thrust your hips at her. Ambessa laughed, a low chuckle. “You're so pretty when I pleasure you,” Ambessa whispered before she engulfed your clit in her mouth and gave it a powerful suck.

You cried out, grabbing the arm rests of the chair.

“Bessa, please!—” your breath came in sharp gasps, “I should be there on my knees— Ah!”

Ambessa gave an amused smirk, “Just like that, sweetest,” Ambessa muttered before she slurped your pussy. The soft smell of musk and arousal hit your nostrils and your toes curled. Ambessa didn't stop there, she continued worshipping your body for a change.

Your mouth formed an ‘O’ as your thighs trembled in her expert hands, “Please,” you whispered, “You shouldn't be on your knees for anyone.”

“I want to be,” Ambessa said, dragging slow kisses over your wet folds and clit, her lips lingered a moment longer on the sensitive nub before she flicked it with her tongue.

Your hips immediately bucked under her ministrations, “T-too good, please, fuck,” you cussed under your breath.

“You're taking me very well,” Ambessa said as she spread you open with two fingers, tongue darting inside your slit again, heightening your pleasure. All you could do was moan and melt into a puddle in the chair, hand gripping her hair and the other gripping the edge of the wooden table.

“I'm gonna—”

“Yes, finish for me, mi amor,” Ambessa muttered against your pussy, feeling your walls tighten needily, your release gushing out of you as your body locked into place. You twitched, a small moan of her name at the tip of your tongue but Ambessa was so good with her mouth— not a single verbal sound exited your blissful body as you came undone for her. On her tongue. Sitting in her chair. Clutching her desk. Having done her work.

You were completely and utterly hers.