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sam chuckled. he knew she was just playing hard to get, which was something he was pretty used to. she never really made anything easy on him but that was part of why he kept coming around. he liked it. he liked her. he’d probably never admit that out loud but the girl kept him coming back for more and no one else ever did. “like i said, i’m a lot better as showing you than i am telling you.” he replied. his hand let go of hers and he snaked an arm around her waist before pulling her to him. he wasted no time connecting their lips, his body pressing more against hers as he deepened it. he slowly backed them toward the bed, his hand sliding down from where it was resting on the small of her back to grip her ass. once he knew he knees had hit the back of the bed, he pushed her down gently and grinned down at her before pulling off his shirt and tossing it on the floor, his body moving to hover over hers soon after. he leaned down, his lips catching hers again in another kiss, his hands moving over her sides.

emmett probably thought about their situation too much, especially when he was alone. that’s when his thoughts were loudest and that’s when it became more clear than ever that this wasn’t going to end well, and he hated that. he really hated that this wasn’t going to work out in the end and he also hated that he expected the worse but he had to. he figured that if he did and it did turn out like he’d expected than maybe it wouldn’t hurt as bad. he tried not to think about it as much when he was actuaklly with roxana and instead, soaked up every moment he could with her. he was trying not to act like they were dating but it was hard, especially with his feelings there but he had to keep reminding himself she had a husband. he couldn’t help but think how disappointed his parents would be in him if they only knew what he was doing. he looked over at her as she took his arm and smiled as he led her inside. “looks comfortable, huh? these kind of places are my favorite.” he informed the girl before he greeted the host and they were led to the table.

sam didn’t really understand what was going on between them but he wans’t going to fight it. as long as he was getting the attention he craved then that was okay with him. his parents didn’t care enough about him and he pretty much push everything else away with his personality. no one stayed long and he didn’t really expect alanza to. what they were doing was just having some fun and that was it. he slid his tongue over his bottom lip and nodded, a smirk taking over his face as he pulled back just enough to intertwine their fingers. “hotshot, huh?” he chuckled, glancing back at her as he began to lead her through the crowd. he led her upstairs and to a room furthest from the party for no other reason than the fact that he wanted to be as alone with her as possible. he closed the door behind them and locked it, his eyes on hers as he turned toward her. “i think we both knew this would happen.”

shamar’s breath picked up slightly the longer they went at it, eyes focused down on her and drinking in every reaction she gave. “so sexy,” he praised her, knowing that she would like the verbal affection as his quick thrusts shook her body. his thumb sped up against her clit, a grin coming to his face as she whined for him and begged him to fuck her harder. “mmm,” he was almost growling, his composure cracking yet again as his fingers gripped the headboard more firmly, hips snapping to push himself into her forcefully. “fuck,” he hissed, not able to keep his foul mouth at bay with how warm and wet she was. he craved to feel her cum around him, so that was exactly what he was going to make her do. huffing, he let go of the headboard and wrapped his arms underneath her thighs, looping them to keep her legs in place while his fists rested against the bed on either side of her. just as he did before, he pushed himself all the way inside and repeated his bottoming-out movements – only this time, he was rougher, pulling back just a little further, snapping his hips more quickly and with more excitement and fervor. “rub your clit,” he commanded her, since both of his hands were busy and hers weren’t. he could still hear the light thumping of the bed frame against his wall every time he thrust, but he didn’t care even a little bit. all that he was focused on was getting that satisfying squeezing sensation of a woman orgasming on his dick. “look into my eyes and rub it, angel. you’re so gorgeous.” he lowered his face, turning his head to kiss and suck at her neck softly as he whispered against her skin, “just relax and let baba take care of you, push you over the edge …” 

shamar sighed quietly when she pointed out that he could have just told her how he was feeling all along. “like i said, i needed time to process what i was feeling. i just figured it out,” he noted quietly as her arms wrapped around his neck, his arms doubling over to wrap around her lower back, hugging her close to him and squeezing her affectionately. as she went on, he rubbed her back gently, letting her down only after she finished speaking so that he could look at her. “you just looked … afraid, when i, uh-” he was uncharacteristically flustered, “when i stopped him from grabbing you. and i never want you to feel afraid of me, minerva, you must trust that …” he trailed, bringing his fingertips to the side of her face to brush her hair back. palm cupping her cheek, he leaned down and gave her a deep kiss, warm tongue sliding into her mouth to caress hers. he breathed into her, free palm going down to the small of her back to pull him flush to his chest. though shamar could have kissed her like that forever, his rumbling stomach had other plans. getting a hunger pain, he sighed sweetly against her lips and pulled back. “will you still allow me to make dinner for us? i promise it will be worth your patience.”

emmett knew that they were friends but he somehow expected things between them to be awkward. he actually expected roxy to somehow push him away once they started this whole ordeal but sleeping together had somewhat, pulled them closer together. the banter that they had once had turned into flirting and instead of running into her occasionally, he was now seeing her a couple of times a week and that wasn’t helping him. his feelings were growing and of course, he’d never tell her that but this wasn’t getting any easier on him. “alright, alright.” he chuckled, nodding his head. “i need to or i won’t be able to sit through dinner without doing something about it.” he teased. a grin spread over his face as she mentioned she’d been having fun. “yeah?” his eyes lingered on her for a moment before he climbed out of the car and met her on the other side. “that makes two of us.”

sam never let himself get like this with any girl. he never slept with the same girl twice. his football career always came first but tonight, he felt like he should be able to do as he wanted and he wanted to do alanza. maybe he actually liked her, which was weird because he couldn’t remember the last time he liked anyone. did he have a crush? he couldn’t tell. he didn’t know what that stuff felt like anymore but he always craved attention and she was giving him exactly what he wanted, which was enough for him. “don’t matter to me. i can take you upstairs. we don’t have to take it to my place if you want me. doesn’t matter where we are though, i’ll always give you my best.”

“oh yeah, we go way way way back. d’ya know that ain’t her real nose?” he asked with a wide grin. sheena’s tongue clicked, head cocking in surprise, “jay don’t tell him shit that ain’t true!” already being around him, it was harder for her to contain her drawl, finding it more than easy to fall back into her old patterns of speech, albeit at a very minor capacity. but she was laughing, not at all upset. their dynamic seemed reminiscent to siblings, jake being the annoying yet lovable brother she’d never had. sheena looked at miguel and shook her head, “don’t believe any stories he tells you about me, papi. jay is a huge practical joker and he just loves messing with me for some reason.” her palm slid down his thigh to be over his knee, wanting more contact with him. usually when they were around each other there would be a lot more kissing and touching, but now wasn’t really the time and she had to settle for what she could get. “well, what about embarrassin’ stories that are true? cause i got a ton’a those stored up in here too,” jay tapped his temple, giving miguel a wicked smile. “if ya got any questions bout rasheena pre-new york city, i’m your man. she was always a kick n’ a half, good ways and bad ways dependin’ on the day.”

why are you acting this way? his temper flared at the question, and yet, her words and that burst of anger combined were overwhelming enough to give him pause. why was he acting like this? his mind and adrenaline had been pumping at the speed of light ever since her brother grabbed at her and he hadn’t been able to take a second to check in with himself to understand his own feelings. so many things had rubbed him the wrong way that it was hard to focus on one of them. seeing mini be grabbed, seeing her reaction to his instinctive take-down, being called a ‘thug’ by her brother, feeling as though he was coming between two siblings (which, to him, was a as bad as a cardinal sin, given how close he was with his sister) – all of that, added to the stress he’d been feeling due to work related reasons and an empty stomach, had made his patience thin. he could only stare at her, not sure what to say for the longest time. suddenly he hung his key again, walking back over to her and speaking after he could meet her gaze, “i’ve been telling you for a long time, minerva. i’m not perfect. i never will be. i realize that you have an image of who i am in your head, but i can’t be that happy, charming, sweet man romantically sweeping you off your feet at all times. i get hurt, i get frustrated, i need time to process things.” after saying that he looked down, licking his lips and taking her hands, allowing affectionate thumbs to brush over the backs of her palms. he looked into her eyes. “i’m sorry if i hurt your feelings. you didn’t do anything wrong. it was merely overwhelming for me to try to figure out how to please you or fix our evening after what happened … i don’t like feeling like i’m coming between you and your brother; you know how close i am with my sister. it bothers me.” one hand moved up to cup her face gently, “forgive me?”

Mini couldn’t quite read the situation at all. He was upset, and since she couldn’t figure out why, she just assumed she’d done something wrong. That maybe her attempt to use seduction as a method of distraction gave him the wrong impression, or simply rubbed him the wrong way. Regardless, things had escalated far too quickly for her to even keep up. For a moment, she was almost certain that he was going to send her home. Disappointment overcame her enough to drop her gaze back to her intricately designed pumps as he stared at her in silence. She peeked up only slightly at the sound of his keys in a pouty manner, gaze not fully focusing on him until he spoke out. ‘I’ve been telling you for a long time, Minerva. I’m not perfect. I never will be. I realize that you have an image of who I am in your head, but I can’t be that happy, charming, sweet man romantically sweeping you off your feet at all times. I get hurt, I get frustrated, I need time to process things.’ Her expression gradually softened as he spoke, frustrations melting away the moment he took her hands in his and brushed his thumbs against the back of her hands affectionately. If there was any better way than gifting the brunette nice material things to ease her mood it was affection. While Shamar was a close embodiment of the perfect man in her eyes, even she knew that no such person existed. As he looked down, she gave his hands a light reassuring squeeze to urge him into continuing on. ‘I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. You didn’t do anything wrong. It was merely overwhelming for me to try to figure out how to please you or fix our evening after what happened … I don’t like feeling like I’m coming between you and your brother; you know how close I am with my sister. It bothers me. Forgive me?’ Leaning into his touch, a small smile formed on her lips. “You could’ve just said that, baby. But it’s okay, I forgive you.” She began, arms wrapping around his neck again, only this time it was out of pure affection. “And I don’t want you to feel like you’re coming between Mike and me, because that’s not true at all. Whatever tension we have between us has been going on for a while now. He’s literally like that with every guy that even talks to me, which usually ends with him making a scene. It has nothing to do with you. So don’t feel bad, okay?” 

emmett didn’t know why he was putting himself in this situation. if anyone else was looking in from the outside and they knew how he felt for her then they would probably say he was stupid and he kinda was. he was literally setting himself up to get his heart broken and he didn’t care. roxy was giving him a small chance and no, this wasn’t a relationship but it was something and that’s what he craved. he craved just a taste and that’s what he was getting. he chuckled and lifted his shoulders up in a shrug, “maybe you did but that’s not how i took it.” he informed the girl, looking over at her as he did so. he shot roxy a wink and pulled into a parking space and bit down on his bottom lip, “well, i’m glad it hasn’t been just a one time thing. i’ve been having fun with you.”

sam knew this was both just fun and games to them both. they both wanted each other and whether or not they said it out loud and admitted it, well, that was another thing. he felt her smirk against his lips and he almost wanted to pull away, just to get under her skin but he decided against it because he was getting what he wanted and that was her attention. he tugged her against him as his hand laid flat against the small of her back and cupped her cheek as they kissed, letting her deepen the kiss. he wanted her to anyways. he wanted more. he opened his eyes slightly as she pulled away, “i’m holding back. i can do what i really want to do to you in front of everyone if you want me to or we can get out of here and have some real fun.”

shamar hated to watch the smile on her face disappear, but his words had already come out and there was nothing he could do about them now. he gave a big sigh as she crossed her arms over her chest, words suddenly coming in short monotonous bursts. “bloody hell,minerva,” he grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose to try to collect himself so that he didn’t lash out at her. his blood was boiling, he was hungry, he was annoyed - she wasn’t helping. “whatever i want,” he repeated, letting go of his face. his hands moved to his hips, eyes focused on the ceiling as if looking for some source of inner strength that had escaped up there which he might be able to pull back down and devour to get through the rest of this increasingly bad day. “i wanted to have a nice evening with the girl i’ve been seeing, but that isn’t happening, is it?” he shook his head, moving past her and grabbing his keys off the door. “i want to be alone now. so, then, what would you like? do you want to stay here or go home? the choice is yours.”

everything about her was only further fueling his desire to be with her like this. her body was clearly responding to him, kisses hot, thigh wrapping around his waist instinctively and bringing his hips closer to hers. his dark eyes were focused on her when he thrust inside again, her whimper and grip making him twitch a little inside of her. he noticed that grip only got stronger the more he toyed with her body, feeling her get even more wet, as was evident by the ease of his movements increasing. oh, shamar. her moaning made thrill shoot up his spine, a light grunt coming from him in return as he kept a steady pace with his hips. when she played along with calling him baba, he smirked wickedly. “oh, you love it, huh?” he whispered, leaning down and letting his body press against hers. his lips went to her neck, fully inside of her and simply rolling his hips against her repeatedly to let the sensation of him bottoming out inside of her over and over again make her shake. “i’m going to make you feel even better, but tell baba if it’s too much, okay?” he whispered against her ear, biting and tugging the lobe gently. 

soft kisses went over her cheek, their lips meeting briefly but with searing passion and gentle affection mixed together. but then he was straightening his posture, pulling partially out of her to adjust their position to missionary. he pulled her toward him by the hips, filling her up fully again as a happy accident and grinning at her reaction. “hold yourself open and apart for me for me,” he guided her thighs up so that her knees were bent and parallel to her hips, expecting her palms to grip her thighs and hold herself in that position. one of his hands gripped the headboard, the other going down to balance on the bed as he started bucking his hips in quick but gentle thrusts to get her used to how big he knew he would feel this way. the headboard lightly hit against his wall with every movement, marking the rhythm of what they were doing. grinning down at her, stable enough not to need to balance against his bed, his thumb went right back to her clit to strum it with expertise. “how is that, angel? tell baba what you want.”

Mini nodded when he asked her if she loved how he made her feel, that much already being evident by the way her body reacted to his touch and movements. As he leaned down and allowed his body to press against hers, her grip shifted to his shoulders. The feeing of him bottoming out inside of her over and over again as his lips worked her neck drove her absolutely wild. Whimpering, her grip on his shoulder gradually tightened at the sensation of him rolling his hips against her in such a manner repeatedly, body tremoring slightly all the while. She was drawing closer and closer to unraveling at this point. Had he sped up and continued, there was no doubt that she would’ve came for him. ‘I’m going to make you feel even better, but tell baba if it’s too much, okay?’ The girl let out a shaky breath and mustered out a simple “okay” in response. If he wanted to please her even further, then who was she to refuse?

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“stackin’ it is,” z hummed, flipping through his cards and organizing them by color as he usually did. but upon hearing them say they were going to team up on him and high-fiving as if to seal their alliance, he flipped over the starting card from the draw pile and began to chuckle. it was a yellow three. “so, the person next to the dealer goes first, and since anita dealt,” he grinned, picking three cards from his stack that were yellow and lying them all down, the top card now a yellow seven. “i go first,” he chuckled, bouncing his brows in a challenging demeanor at benny from across the table, since it was his turn next. as benny searched his cards, z’s head turned towards anita, giving her a private little smile while he communicated through his gaze. this is going well, huh? he gave his usual lovesick grin to her like a gift, having to hold himself back from kissing her in an attempt not to make the situation too physical. while he and anita were very comfortable with casual affection and were almost always touching, he didn’t want benny to feel left out — but he also didn’t know exactly what benny’s comfort levels and boundaries were yet either. plus, there was a table between he and they. so, he figured it was best just to cool it for now, which was easier said than done for him. he looked back at benny as he took his turn, peering with curiosity to see what was laid down. @quccnsofthenight·

benny grinned at anita as they high fived after agreeing to team up on z. this seemed to be fun so far and he was hoped, or assumed, no one felt like a third wheel. everyone seemed to be included so far and he was happy about that part. “well then, since you go first then show us how it’s done.” he joked, as he sorted his own cards, his eyes glancing down at them. he looked back at z and then pulled the two cards that would work out of his own deck before it landed on anita, it being a blue four now. he didn’t know how things between them all were going to work yet but it already felt so natural that he was sure things would just fall into place. z already seemed to be flirting with him or at least teasing him enough to make it seem like he was and he and anita didn’t have any awkward tension either, which was a good sign. “come on, throw something good on him, anita.” he teased.