#shavadi

john wishes victoria would stop hovering and just sit.

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“Vic, please” John whimpers, “sit on my face.”

“Wanna taste you so bad,” he says as he maneuvers her sopping wet heat over his face.

Victoria’s hands fly to the headboard, as his tongue darts out to lick a stripe up her heat.

Her moans, along with the sweet taste of her cause him to groan out.

“you taste so fucking good baby,” he says while sucking on her clit. The sounds so obscene it takes everything in her not to faint.

He brings her closer, hooking his arms around her legs, locking her in place.

He eats her out like she’s his last meal on earth.

“Victoria,” he all but growls out.

“When I said I want you to sit on my face, I mean I want you to sit on it.” he says as he gives her ass a loud smack!

She jolts at the sting, moaning as she grips harder on to the headboard.

“But what if I accidentally suffocate you?” She whimpers as she feels his tongue prodding in and out of her hole.

He pauses.

“Then I will die the happiest man on earth” he replies, sounding serious. Almost as if dealing with a life or death situation in the pitt.

“Now stop that hovering and let me enjoy you” he says in an almost whining tone.

Suddenly, he all but yanks her down on his face. Her full weight on him, just like he wanted.

Finally, he thinks as he gives a particular hard suck. Her hand flies to his head, gripping his hair tight. A mix of whimpers, moans, and the occasional oh, fuck! escape her lips. He lets out a happy and content hum, and it reminds Victoria of a puppy who just got a bone.

the one in which Victoria really wants to learn how to smoke

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“Dr. Shen, will you teach me how to smoke?”

John Shen spun around so quick he swears he heard his neck make an unpleasant sound.

“what did you just say?” He stares at her incredulously. Ears disbelieving of what he heard.

“Will you teach me how to smoke?” She repeats, “weed, more specifically. Will you teach me how to smoke weed?” she stutters out

He swears he must be in some sort of alternate dimension because no way in hell was Dr. Eileen Shamsi’s daughter asking him to teach her how to smoke.

He gathers his thoughts the best he can before responding, “what makes you think I smoke weed?”

she shrugs her shoulders, “I’ve just come to the conclusion that there is no humanly way possible that someone is capable of being so carefree in such a hostile work environment.”

she pauses.

“Plus, I’ve smelled it in your car before” she says, looking at him as if she has an upper hand on the situation.

John stares at her. Studying her figure while she keeps her eyes trained on his.

After what seems like an eternity for Victoria, he finally responds.

“Fine, I will.” Her eyes light up like a child’s on Christmas morning. “But, if you want me to teach you it’s gonna happen today.”

And thats how Victoria found herself in the passenger seat of her night shift attending’s car.

She stares at him as he reaches into a box, hidden underneath the seat. Pulling out a pre rolled blunt, he lights it up and takes a drag and exhales.

Victoria swears she’s never seen anyone make smoking look sexy, but she stands corrected.

As he tilts it towards her, she finds herself staring at it. A little unsure, not wanting to embarrass herself.

“Javadi, don’t over think it. Just inhale, and exhale. As simple as breathing like normal. You got this” he says with a smile.

he watches as she tries to follow his instructions, but ultimately fails.

The sound of her coughing filled the space of his car. Her eyes watering; from the smoke or her embarrassment she didn’t know.

He pats her back as he reaches forward to grab the blunt back from her.

“There you go,” he says as he makes circles on her back. “Just take deep breaths, baby”

and Victoria thinks she might die. because there’s no way that he just called her baby with so much affection in his voice?

“Here,” he says, plucking the blunt off her fingers into his.

With his free hand, he opens up her mouth by squeezing the sides of her cheeks. not enough to hurt, but enough to send tingles down to her core.

He brings the tip up to his mouth, inhales, and hovers his mouth over hers.

After staring at her eyes for what seemed like forever, he finally blows out the smoke into her mouth.

He gives her face a light squeeze, urging her to breathe it in.

She does, much more successfully this time, and blows it out through her nose.

“Good girl,” he says smugly. “I knew you had it in you, baby”

in which victoria is scandalized by how john shen acts

victoria is not quite sure how she got in this situation.

said situation includes her being pressed up against the bathroom sink in this club she can’t even remember the name of, her dress bunched up at her waist, her underwear no where to be found, and the fingers of one certain attending named john shen slamming in and out of her heat.

honestly, last thing she remembered was drinking this sweet sugary drink that trinity handed to her. It was so sweet she kept on asking the bartender for more until she lost count of how many she’s drank.

she vaguely remembers dancing on the dance floor without a care in the world, but at one point she looked up and when she did she made eye contact with him.

her heart fell to her ass. what on earth was her attending doing at a bar? what was he doing staring at her?

he got up from the chair he was sitting on walked towards her, not once straying his gaze from her.

victoria swears that by the time he reached her that she could feel her pulse all throughout her body.

“you know, when I agreed to come out with some of my friends the last person I expected to see is you” he whispers. His lips right beside her ear, brushing against it as he talked.

her eyes fluttered as she lets out a sigh at the feeling. she’s not sure if it was the alcohol or if she was driven by pure want, but she leans back slightly to take a glance at his face before she boldly wraps her arms around his neck; keeping him close.

the response was immediate, his own hands finding their place at her waist.

she stands in her tip toes, an act of defiance against his unfairly tall height, she thinks.

“and why is that?” She asks, one eyebrow raised

he looks down at her, making her connect her eyes with his as he says,

“cause you’re a good girl” he chuckles.

victoria did not like that answer. not one bit.

“I am not!” she frowns.

he laughs at her reaction, enraging her even more.

“I’ll show you just how ‘good’ I am” she huffs, before backing away from him.

“wait, Vic, I’m sorry. didn’t meant to upset you, I was just-“ his voice dies down in his throat as he watches her spin around.

next thing he knew her back was pressed against his front.

john shen is not a religious person, but he sure needs to give his thanks to whatever power there is above because there is just no damn way that she is guiding his hands back to her waist.

there is also no way that she is grinding against the tent of pants.

and there is no absolute way she’s guiding his hands to her breast.

john mutters out a string of curses, causing her to giggle. she’s decided she likes this. She likes knowing that she has the power to turn him on.

he groans as he lays his head on her shoulder.

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me” he says as he nibbles and licks on her shoulder.

she moans from the feeling of his lips on her. the high of it causing her to tilt her head back, resting it on his chest.

she not quite sure who led and pulled who, but the two of them find themselves in this small bathroom in the back of club with the doors locked.

which brings us back to their predicament.

“oh, fuck!” she moans loudly. as he continuously hits that spot inside her.

his head snaps up, and his free hand flies straight up to her mouth.

“shh!” -squelch- “fuck, vic, are you trying to get us caught?”

-squelch-

he feels her insides squeeze his fingers tighter.

“oh shit. yeah? you like that?” he pushes his fingers in harder, deeper.

her eyes roll back to the back of her head.

“want us to get caught? let people see how soaking wet you are? how this pretty pussy don’t wanna let go of my fingers?”

his words cause her to become undone.

she moans so loudly that they’re sure other people heard, but can’t bring themselves to care.

victoria watches as he picks up her black lace thong from the floor. she reaches her hand out, waiting for him to hand it to her.

“Nuh uh” he says, wagging his finger at her

“This,” he brings it up to his nose, and inhales the scent of her. “Is mine now.”

she looks absolutely scandalized as he puts it in his pocket.

the aftermath in which someone flirts with john, and victoria doesn’t like sharing

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“baby,” John groans out as Victoria rides him mercilessly on the couch.

Her body on top of his, bouncing on his lap with a relentless pace.

“Look at you,” she smirks down at him. “you look absolutely pathetic like this.”

Her hand slithers up his abdomen, up to his chest, and finally take home on his head.

she yanks at his hair, making him groan out a “holy fuck” under his breath.

“You love it when I ride you huh?” she asks, tongue licking and nibbling at his ear lobe.

“fuck yes” he says, eyes closed from the pleasure of her heat swallowing his hardness.

Victoria licks up his throat before taking a particularly hard bite, quickly licking it again after. She pulls back, looking down at him.

His pupils blown wide, mouth slack as he comes.

She looks at her handiwork, his throat littered with the hickeys she put.

She yanks at his hair again, forcing him to look up at her. Eyes glazed over.

“You’re mine, John Shen.”

Another hard tug.