Synopsis: You and Erik got into a fight and you were ready to cool off on your own. Too bad Erik had other plans

Word Count : 1458

Warnings: cursing

"I'm tired of having the same argument with you Erik! I'm done!" You could barely see through the tears building in your eyes, but you knew you had to get some space. There was no way you would be able to have a civilized discussion with him right now. You quickly made your way to your bedroom, ready to pack yourself a bag for the night.

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Hour 1

You moved around the kitchen easily putting together sandwiches for you and your boyfriend. The two of you had the day off and you were so excited to spend the day with him. 

You felt him wrap his arms around you and take his sandwich. He kissed your cheek before he took a big bite. 

“Thanks babe.” Erik muttered and spanked your ass. You side eyed him and turned around with your Gatorade to sip in your hand. 

Erik watched you cross your legs in front of each other, a slow smirk crossed his face. 

“What do you want to do today.” You asked quietly, you were hopeful that you would get to cuddle with him and watch movies and you knew that he knew what you wanted to do. 

“Gonna play some games online with M’Baku.” Erik stared at you quietly. 

You fought to keep your face neutral, "I was hoping we'd hang out today. We haven't had a day off together in a while" 

"We can hang out, just give me a little bit of time to beat this level." A reasonable request. You could definitely entertain yourself for a bit.

You nodded, "ok, we'll hang out in an hour then."

Hour 2

You sighed for the third time in the last 20 minutes. You were hot. You stuffed your feet into Erik’s lap and watched him stare intensely at the game. He let out occasional curse words at the screen and to his good friends on the headset. 

“Sorry babe. I’ll be done soon, I promise. Nah fuck you!!” He couldn’t even hold a conversation with just you for two seconds. You rolled your eyes and moved to get up. You weren't going to sit around waiting for him. Erik squeezes your calf signalling that he really didn’t want you to move, but you were getting bored and had better things to do other than watch him play games. 

Hour 3

You were going to kill him. You had his murder all plotted out. No one would ever find his body. You spent a few minutes making a show slamming the cabinet doors in the kitchen and slamming your bedroom door, but you stopped when you realized he didn't even notice. Which of course just made you even madder.

How dare he ignore you like this! Who does he think he is? You opened your door and made your way back downstairs. Maybe he just lost track of time. You'd give him a chance to redeem himself. 

You walked up to him, a slight smile on your face, "babe? It's been a few hours. Let's watch a movie."

Erik didn't even look away from the screen. "Baby this is a really important stage. I can't stop now."

"You promised we'd hang out tonight, Erik." You frowned.

He still wouldn't look away from the game, "I know Y/N, but M'Baku will kill me if I stop before we finish the quest."

You rolled your eyes and left the room, slightly stomping all the way to your room.

You mumbled under your breath, "M'baku may kill you, but I'll definitely kill you if you don't get off that damn game."

Hour 4 

Okay payback was going to be a bitch. You watched yourself in the mirror admiring the new outfit he’d bought you a few months ago. You weren’t really sure what you were going to do to get him back. But your ultimate goal was to piss him off. 

You stepped out of the bedroom and walked down to the den. You walked around the couch and made a show out of getting your phone. 

“Where you going?” Erik stared at you intensely, though his eyes darted between you and the game on the screen. 

“Out.” You spit out.

Erik’s eyes cut to you. Erik hated when you spoke to him with such an attitude. But he deserved it. 

“You are not going out wearing that babe. Go change. I bought you that so we could enjoy it for ourselves and you think putting a jacket over it would help? Nah babe I said go change.”

“Nah Babe. I’m bored. You promised me time together and you haven’t delivered so I’m gonna go chill with your cousin until you find some time to spend with your girl.” You twirled around and made a move for the door. 

“You better be talking about Shuri babygirl.” Erik threatened his hand removed from the controller for the first time in a while. 

“I think we both know that I’m not.” You smiled at him and walked out the door. You made it to your car before Erik caught your wrist. 

“I’m not playing with you Y/N.” Your phone rang loudly in your hand. You pushed Erik off of you slightly to answer it. 

“Hey T’Challa. Yeah I’m on my way. You know I’ll never pass an opportunity to help you out!” Erik made a motion for you to hand him the phone. “Your cousin wants to talk to you then I’ll be on my way.”

They exchanged a few words in Wakandan and then Erik hung up roughly. 

“Take your ass back in the house.” Erik’s eyes were lit with rage. "I'm not gonna say it again."

“No go play your stupid game. You have been ignoring me all day! Not giving me any attention. And when I want to go out looking good now you have something to say. Fuck all that. I’m leaving.” Erik smiles wickedly and wraps his arms around your waist. And picked you up effortlessly. 

He let out a sinister chuckle as he carried you back in the house. “You want attention, you got it.”

Hour 5

You would never ask for attention again. You were exhausted, hot, and tired. Your body couldn’t handle another moment with the sex demon you called a boyfriend. 

Erik sat at the end of the bed and lit a blunt. It kind of pissed you off that he could look so composed while you look like hell. He glanced back at you and smirked at your worn out body. Involuntarily you shrunk back from his gaze and tried to cover your naked body with the sheet. Erik rolled his eyes and stood up reaching for his shorts to head back to the den. 

“I’ll be finishing up the game.” He turned back towards you and licked his lips. “Unless you want some more attention.” A devious chuckle left his lips as he headed down the hallway. 

"Bastard" you mumbled.

"Say that shit again and watch what happens." He yelled from down the hallway.

You didn't say anything because you didn't want to. Not because you were scared of your man's demon dick.

Hour 6

Maybe. Maybe you did want more attention. No. You needed more attention. You found some of your best lingerie and put it on along with Erik's favorite perfume. You didn't even bother throwing on a robe, what was the point? You smirked as you made your way downstairs, the speakers booming with gunshots. You were definitely a glutton for punishment, but it's really Erik's fault.

At least that's what you'll keep telling yourself.

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Synopsis: You and Erik have some fun in the movie theater

Word Count: 1,264

Warnings: smut, cursing

“You are really bad at hiding how turned on you are.” Erik leans over to whisper in your ear, as the movie plays in front of you and his friends. Your ears burn hot as you try to focus on the screen in front of you. Your skin felt cool and sweaty at the same time. Sharing a spacious recliner with him had been the worst idea. The smell of him alone was fucking with you right now. Erik watched you squirm with amusement. It was only fair that you suffer the way he had to. You thighs always begging for his attention. The constant need to hide his hard-ons whenever he’s around you.

Synopsis: You've been assigned to give Thor a check up after his surgery. Who would have thought anesthesia would affect him this way?

Word Count: 1486

Warnings: mild smut

"Y/N you're needed in exam room 200."

You sighed, "There goes my break." You threw away what was left of your lunch and made your way to the second floor of the stark tower, the Avengers private hospital level. 

Once you got there you grabbed the patient chart. Your manager, Kelly, was waiting outside of the room. You raised an eyebrow, "What are we dealing with here?" 

"Patient underwent surgery successfully, but is still feeling the anesthesia. He just needs a routine check." You nodded and glanced through the chart, scanning over the name and a bit of the medical information before your eyes flew back to the name. Thor Odinson was in the hospital?! You were surprised paparazzi weren't busting the door down. 

"Thor?!" You whisper yelled. 

Kelly smirked. "Why do you think I called you? You're the only one I know who won't fangirl around him. The last thing the hospital needs is a sexual harassment charge."

Joke's on you Kelly! Y/N thought. You loved Thor the most of all the Avengers. His looks obviously, but his personality even more. He was goofy and kind, and loyal to a fault. You just didn’t let your interest in him show at work. Hospitals are breeding grounds for gossip, especially amongst the other nurses, so you tried your hardest to keep your name out of anyone's mouth. This would be a dream come true. You get to not only meet your favorite 'celebrity', you get to treat him. Kelly really came through clutch! 

You shook off as much of your nerves as you could. Fan or not, you were going to make sure Thor got the best care possible, from you or anyone else that crosses this threshold. Once you’d gotten your bearings, you knocked softly on the door. All you heard was a grunt, so you opened the door and quickly realized that all of the photos and Youtube videos you’d seen of Thor didn’t do him justice.

The man was absolutely massive! The hospital bed barely contained him. His feet hung off the edge and his arms hung from the sides of the bed. He seemed to be awake, but he wasn’t quite lucid. What drugs could they have possibly used that worked on a fucking god?

You cleared your throat and greeted him. “Hello Mr. Odinson. My name is Nurse Y/N, I’ll be giving you a check to make sure everything went well with the surgery. Is that ok?”

The only answer you received was a grunt, so you moved forward slowly and put on your gloves and equipment. 

“Ok Mr. Odinson, Can you sit up for me please?”

He righted himself before you could reach out to assist him. So he must be somewhat coherent, you thought to yourself. You grabbed your blood pressure cuff and did your best to wrap it around his massive arm. It just barely made it. “There we go. You’re going to feel a bit of pressure on your arm.” 

Thor chuckled, “Which one, the one between my legs? I already feel plenty of pressure there. You’re very pretty you know. Makes things kind of hard for me, shame on you.” His speech was slurred, but you understood every word he said. You couldn’t even stop your eyes from glancing at the area in question, and the bulge there was just as massive as the rest of his body. You shuddered at the thought. How the hell could anybody take that beast?

You didn’t respond to him out loud though. There’s no way you could have a casual conversation about his dick, or the fact that it was getting hard. You'd just pretend you didn't hear him. The blood pressure cuff creaked as it tightened around his arm, no doubt straining to stay intact. You double checked that the velcro was secure and carried on with your examination.

"Blood pressure looks good. Now I need to check your heartbeat."

Thor nodded slightly. And sat up a bit straighter. You moved it to his chest, the sensor looked like a toy compared to his broad chest. His heartbeat started at a normal pace, but it gradually sped up. You were worried something was amiss until he spoke. 

Thor groaned quietly. "You smell so good." He reached out and wrapped his hand around your wrist. Suddenly his face was buried in your neck. It took everything in you not to let out the nastiest moan you had within you. You pulled back slowly as Thor moved his large arms to wrap around your waist. His eyes were glazed, but there was much more awareness there than you thought. 

"Mr. Odinson, I need you to calm down so I can get an accurate heart rate." You gulped. 

His eyes dropped from yours to your lips. You felt your body clench when he bit his bottom lip and slowly brought his eyes back to yours. No one should be able to put that much sex appeal into a look while doped up on anesthesia. This man was dangerous. 

He smiled, "How is any man supposed to be calm around you? I'm sure humans fall at your feet." 

"Definitely not happening." You looked away in embarrassment, a humorless laugh fell from your lips. 

He scoffed, "Then they are weak or stupid. I am neither. I know beauty when I see it."

You were taken aback. You knew you were attractive, but you didn't consider yourself especially beautiful. And the way he said it, so casually, like it was an accepted fact, just made it that much better. 

You couldn't look at his face, you were too flustered, but Thor wasn't having it. He lightly grabbed your chin and pulled your face up until your eyes met. His eyes were so piercing, it felt like they were slicing you open and looking at your bare soul. 

Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward. There was only an inch of space between you and you could pick out all of the little details in his face. The flecks of green in his eyes, how unfairly long his eyelashes were, how soft his lips looked. 

He grinned, like he knew exactly where your focus was, "Y/N, when I get you alone…" He paused and let out a soft groan while shifting slightly, still quite unbalanced from the anesthesia. "We'll be so good together. I'll make you feel so good. Thunder doesn't only cause pain, sweetheart."

You couldn't fight the shiver that ran through your entire body. Thor was lowkey kinky! You were definitely trying to find out just how deep that kinkiness ran, but you had a job to do. "My only concern is your health Mr. Odinson." There we go, a safe answer.

Thor scoffed, "You forget I'm a god. I can smell you, Y/N. My health isn't your only concern. Don't worry though. As soon as I sleep this off, I'll take care of your other concern. You'll have to keep that uniform on, I quite like it." He grips your scrub clad ass tightly and thoroughly. You let out a soft whimper in response to his groping. 

He groaned as his hands squeezed your ass cheeks, "Have you ever felt every nerve ending in your body go off all at once?"

You moaned from his rough treatment, "No, that's not medically possible."

He tsked and pulled you closer. His hand moved down slightly and his middle finger brushed against your core and he sent a shock that started at your clit and radiated through your entire body. You could feel your toes curl and your scalp tingle. You quickly reached out and grabbed his biceps as your knees gave out. Thank god these rooms were soundproofed. The moan you let out was definitely loud enough to be heard through the hallway.

Your eyes flitted up to his, "What the hell was that?!"

He licked his lips and smiled. You felt your panties dampen. “You'll find out soon. The doctor says I should be released later today once the sedative has worn off. I'll take care of us then.”

Thor presses a soft kiss on your lips, so fleeting you thought you imagined it, until you felt a sharp stimulating zing on your lips. You gasped and pulled back looking at Thor in shock, the lightning blue in his eyes slowly dissipating with a huge smirk on his lips. 

A minute later he was sleeping, snoring without a care in the world. Like he didn't just promise to blow your back out. 

What the hell did you get yourself into?

You weren’t sure, but you made a mental note to ask Kelly for a day off tomorrow. You looked back at the large mass of god in the bed and bit your bottom lip, your body still tingling with remnants of thel electric shocks.  

Better make it two days. 

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Synopsis: Erik gets into a lot of fights because of you. Maybe you aren't what he needs anymore.

Word Count: 2,233

Warnings: mild angst, cursing, mild smut

Getting ready with Erik was always, ALWAYS, a hassle, the two of you could never keep your hands off each other. And tonight was no different. You watched intently in the mirror as Erik showered in the clear glass shower. He looked spectacular as the waterfall showerhead cascaded him with water.

You were supposed to be doing your makeup, but how could you with a sight behind you like that? You took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand, this was exactly why you two had to take separate showers, the temptation was real, it always had been. But you both promised your friends that you would be on time tonight, especially to help them set up. The two of you were leaving to visit Wakanda for two months this time and your friends always missed you while you were gone. 

“Babe!” Erik shouted as he stepped up behind you, his wet muscles on display and his dark blue towel hung loosely around his hips. You clenched your fist tightly in order to keep your hands to yourself. 

“Yeah?” You leaned back to look at him. He smirked down at you then kneeled down in front of you a gently wet hand caressing your face.

“You ain’t even got no foundation on. You've been staring at my dick this whole time from the mirror?” Your eyes widened in surprise, a heat crept over your cheeks. You kissed your teeth and pushed Erik away from you. Erik fell back laughing, his deep boyish laughter, filled you with rage. You smirked at him as you stood up to take off your robe, showing off the new lingerie you’d bought to tease him with. His jaw dropped as he watched you step around him and walk into the walk-in closet that held your outfit for the night.

Erik’s jaw clenched as he watched you slip the red dress over your hips. He stood up quickly and approached you in the closet.

“Where are you going with that on?” His hands grazed your hips, his fingers playing in the lace.

“To the party, duh.” Erik planted two soft kisses on your neck. His fingers started gripping your hips tightly. Your ass coming into contact with his hard-on.

“You wearing that, you must be planning on letting me hit it in Cam’s backroom?” 

Your heart rate increased at the idea of fucking him in public. Again. You pushed your ass back on him, sighing when you heard a deep groan leave his mouth. His fingers crept around to the front of your dress and snuck their way into your panties, pressing a delicious pressure into your clit.

You nodded, not completely aware of what you were agreeing to, your only thoughts were prayers that he wouldn’t stop. And he didn’t, his fingers dove deep into your wetness and quickly brought you to a leg-shaking climax, your new panties effectively ruined. You rested your hand on the railing in front of you. Trying to catch your breath as you watched Erik put his fingers into his mouth to taste your essence.

“You are not leaving the house in that short ass dress with this sexy ass lingerie on under it, choose one.” He softly kissed your neck again and left your closet to go change in his. 

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The party was going well until this guy approached you, aggressively. You tried to dissuade him repeatedly. You knew Erik would be pissed if he saw how aggressively this guy was handling you. Things could escalate quickly.

“No Tish don’t go get them we got this. Sir please leave me alone, I'm not interested.” You tried to remove your wrist from his tight hold, which was growing more painful by the second. 

“Come on sweets, you know I can take good care of you.” You tried to wrestle your arm free some more. You knew it was only a matter of time before Erik showed up on his own or Tish went to get him. 

“You’re hurting me.” You cried out. You stomped on his foot roughly only to be manhandled harder. Tish tried to step in only to be shoved aside. You knew this wasn’t going to end well. You really didn’t want Erik to have another body to add to his scars. You wanted him to get out of that lifestyle. But every five seconds it seemed like you were just pulling him right back in. 

You finally felt the guy let go of you and you looked up to see Erik’s hard eyes find you. He quickly checked you for injuries only to see you cradling your wrist delicately. 

You calmly watched Erik as he got into another fight. You knew his reputation preceded him because in the back corner of one of his homeboy’s house parties, no one paid him any mind as Kill knocked this guy out for putting his hands on you.

You were used to it by now, the annoyance blatant on your face as he continued to beat the guys face in. You looked around looking at the sparse crowd that paid Kill no attention. Most people knew that you were Kill’s fiancé, but you were fine enough that the ones that didn’t would always approach you trying to hit on you. Most stepped back once you told them you were engaged, but the few that didn’t made things more difficult for themselves. 

You understood why he was fighting right now, the guy had put his hands on you trying to get you to go home with him. 

But Erik’s anger began to scare you, it became too much sometimes. Erik told you before once he got started it was hard for him to stop. Especially when it has something to do with you. 

Erik loved you, it surprised you how much this man felt for you. Some days you couldn’t believe how much of a different person he was with you. But as much as he loved you. You loved him.

“Erik.” He stopped as soon as he heard your voice glancing back at you in the corner of the house party you two went to. “That’s enough Kill.” Erik looked back at the guy that he was holding up by his shirt, then back at you. He whispered a threat to the man, who now was sporting a swollen eye, then made his way to you. He placed a soft kiss on your lips and pulled you on to the dance floor. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him. 

You sighed as you rubbed your ass on to his growing hard-on. He rested his chin on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you. You danced with him for a bit before pulling away asking him to come with you to the car. 

He held your hand, dapped up his friends with the other as you led the way out of the party. You lean against his brand new sports car and watch him as he lights a blunt. He offers it to you before he takes his first hit, shrugging when you decline his offer.

“This is getting to be too much Kill.” You state looking away from him and up at the starry sky. 

“What is?” He asks quietly looking at you, you make eye contact with him briefly then look down the car packed street and the full house party that you just came from. He stared at you from under his long eyelashes as he flicked the ashes off his blunt.

“This.” You pointed between the two of you. “Us.” Erik straightened up quickly, a growing sense of dread rising in his belly. He loved you so much, but sometimes you feel like a dream to him. Too good to be true. He knew after the first time you saw him fight, and you stuck around, you’d be the one he would marry. And when he told you about his plans for Wakanda, and you didn’t flinch but helped him perfect his ideas, you would be the one to carry his child. But even after all of that certainty, there was a small part of him that knew you were too good for him.

“You leaving me?” Erik stepped up to you. His height towering over you, his intention to intimidate you. But he forgot that you knew, you knew how much he loved you, that he would never do anything to intentionally harm the only light that’s been in his life for years other than school. 

So you shrugged in response to his words and his proximity. Your chest hurt doing this. But you knew this was coming, Kill was making more and more appearances and you were starting to believe that you were the cause of that. And it pains you to believe that he would go downhill into that dark place again, because of you. He told you about his past, who he ‘used’ to be before he met you. Before you helped him reconcile with his family, and help displaced people of African descent around the world.

Erik chuckled as he looked down at you, the love of his life, then away down the same empty street you were watching. You scared Erik, the very thought of you alone scared him. How in the world did you wrap him around your finger? The love he had for you was nerve-wracking, and the idea of you leaving was devastating. But he knew when you were this calm about something like this that he couldn’t react with all of his emotions. So he remained calm, he watched you quietly and took note of every reaction you had towards him.

“Why,” He asked softly, though he wanted to scream it.

“Cause, I don’t think I’m good for you. I can see how having me around tempts you to be more violent. I’m sending you backward, not helping you move forward like your cousins. I feel like being with me reminds you of a darker time. A time that you’ve grown past. You're a prince now baby, and I’m not helping you wear your crown well.” An incredulous look crossed his face.

“Baby what are you talking about! You are my crown. None of this means shit if I don’t have you.”

“I can’t be your crown when I cause you to react like this. Imagine if someone caught wind that the long lost Prince of Wakanda was with some hood rat like me. Someone who constantly jeopardized the safety of royalty.” Your voice lost its edge, you lost your fight. The more you spoke the more you realized you were right.

“I refuse to lose you because of some of the illogical fallacies you have created in your head. You mean too much to me for me to allow anyone and I mean anyone to put their hands on you, and you know that’s not going to change. Maybe what we need to do is move.” Erik said a tone of hope returning to his voice. He quickly stepped up to you and grabbed your hand, his finger gliding over your engagement ring. You’d agreed to marry him, that meant you loved him right? He’d had this thought running through his mind constantly ever since he proposed to you, and you agreed before he was acknowledged as a prince.

“Move?” You jerk your head back in confusion. You didn’t want to lose Erik, and if he had a compromise that took the two of you out of these dangerous situations then you were all ears.

Erik pulled you closer wrapping his arms around you tightly, his fingers grasped your chin and angled it up towards his face.

“I have been thinking about it. T’Challa offered me the job to stay here and work at the outreach center. But like you said I can see how this place has affected us, just like it did my father. I don’t want you to lose me like I did him. So let’s move, let’s go back to where we were supposed to be. T’Challa offered me the job here because he thought I wanted to stay, but he says Wakandans have a great need for a historian that can inform them of the lessons, the pain, and the history that they missed out on while being hidden away from the rest of the world. Not to mention Shuri demanded I bring my engineering skills back to her lab immediately.” Erik chuckled and swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, before pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

“You want to move to Wakanda?” You asked softly, your lips still tingling from his sweet kiss.

“With you. Yeah.” Erik mimicked your shrug from earlier, a soft smile fell on his face as he admired your beauty. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.” He kissed you again, a slight pressure and sense of urgency fell behind this kiss. You smiled into the kiss as you felt Erik’s hand graze your ass, a tell-tell sign that you’d be getting some that night.

You couldn't say what your future looked like, but at that moment you knew with complete certainty that Erik was at the center of it. You looked into his eyes and smiled, your love for him clear in your expression.

“I’m ready.”

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What Would You Do?

You knew when you fell in love you’d fall hard. You have always been that person, with a heart too soft, and skin too thin. You were the type of hopeless romantic that books loved to showcase. You wanted perfection in a relationship and a partner and honestly for a while you didn’t believe that you would find it. 

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Synopsis: Sam Wilson reads his thirst tweets and you get a little flustered. 

Warnings: Cursing

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You finally made it.

After years and years of hard work, tireless nights, and early mornings, you finally landed your dream job, a videographer for Buzzfeed. The position allowed you to meet so many new and interesting people. Not to mention the money.

Synopsis: You try to convince Sam to be your date to a wedding

Word Count: 456

“Sam, I just need your help.” You stare at the handsome man in front of you. He stares back with curious quirks of the eyebrows. 

“You need my help. That’s rich. Little miss independent needs my help.” Sam smiles, his voice mocking you. You honestly had no time for this. You were expected at a friend's wedding this weekend and you had no date. 

Your friend was notorious for pointing out your singleness and you were so tired of it. So you made it a point to get a hot date and the sexiest dress for the wedding. You were able to get the dress, but the date was nowhere to be found. 

Leave it to you to be unprepared for the social event of the year within your group of friends. So yeah you were a bit desperate. But Sam was a great person, and he knew how to have a good time. Besides all of your friends already thought you guys were together. 

You decided to ask your best friend Sam Wilson, but you should have known better. You should have known that he’d be an asshole about it. 

“I always need your help Sam. You’re just always a dick about it. Can you just pretend to be my date?” You sigh as you realize he’s going to make a thing about this. You add a pout for good measure. “Please.” You watch him warily as he approaches you slowly, his large hand wraps around the back of your neck and angles your head up towards his. 

Your breath catches in your throat as the idea of Sam laying his soft lips on yours crosses your mind… for the fourteenth time that hour. You can’t help but think about how good Sam is with his tongue, and after the last time you guys laid down together, the two of you promised to just pretend that nothing ever happened. As if you two could ever forget how well your bodies meshed together. But how could you do that when he was so good to you. 

“Okay, But if I agree…” Sam starts off quietly as he licks his lips backing you into his kitchen counter. “You gotta let me get another taste. Just once wasn’t enough.” 

You let out a soft whimper when he presses his lips against yours, just as good as the last time. You urgently return the kiss, eagerly allowing him to take over the kiss and slip his tongue inside your mouth. 

“Well, what will it be, sugar?” Sam says against your lips. His fingers on your neck and hips tighten as you try to dive in for another kiss. A devilish smile graces his full lips when you nod yes. 

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