Maggie: Oh God. Oh My God. Reactor 2 Is Having A Meltdown. What Do You Mean The Control Rods Are Stuck?

Intoxicated (NSFW)

Paring : Incel!Shigaraki x Drunk!Reader

Tags : Drunk sex, Blow Jobs, Hand jobs, Thigh Riding, Riding, Vaginal Penetration, Unprotected sex, Creampie, slight voyeurisim (Dabi), Pervy Shiggy, Name calling (Whore & Angel), Gaming sesh, Pre-PLF coded shiggy (Idk, I just like him that way), Happy Ending <33

Summary : The pent-up sexual frustration was building up while drinking with your colleagues, so you took a half empty bottle and went to the one guy you hoped wouldn't say no, Tomura Shigaraki.

Tomura was the type to stay in his room in the base, doing whatever incels liked to do.

When you'd pass his door, you'd hear the clacking of a keyboard accompanied by various sound effects from video games. Just like tonight, you passed by his room while you heard just that.

You knocked on his door before waiting afew seconds, you pried the door open to see his back turned from you and eyes fixated on his monitors like always.

"Hey boss, y'gonna join us?" You asked, holding the alcohol bottles for him to see. His head only turned enough to see you in the corner of his eye, red crimson eyes seeing the bottles only to look back to the screen.

He wasn't wearing any headphones, so he was obviously ignoring you as a 'no'. You rolled your eyes before heading out of his room, closing the door in front of you.

You sat with the rest of the league. "Where's sigaraki?" Spinner asked when he saw you."He doesn't wanna join, too busy with his game or somethin' " You sighed before sitting down.

It didn't matter to them that he didn't join, but that was to them. You were at least hoping to get close to him yourself.

You'd catch him talking to Spinner about their games or Twice and Toga bothering him while you watched their antics. He avoided conversation when it wasn't needed, but he avoided you constantly. Giving you a quick answer or two if needed, then storming off.

To you, he was mysterious and attractive in a questionable way.

But to him, you were like a drug, something to stay away from. More like an innocent angel, something he shouldn't ruin with his incel bullshit.

The countless times he'd have to run back to his room with his tail in-between his legs and a painfuly hard cock all because you wore shorts that day.

You were adorable and hot. It was so unfair having someone like you on the team right there yet so out of his grasp.

He wouldn't call you a "crush" just a fuckable inconvenience.

So like that the night continued, most of them talking to eachother drunkenly telling their stories with the enthusiasm of a child, yet you we're still getting tired of them, no wonder Shigaraki always hid in that room of his.

You were drunk, the noise of your other drunk colleagues made it worse.

The worst thing was that you were horny. You hoped tonight would fainally be used to get rid of all your pent-up frustrations from the busy month, but once you got the invitation to drink, you couldn't say no.

You considered Dabi. His scars were hot, but he was too much for you. Toga? She's cute, but there's no way you could handle her. Spinner was on another dimension at this point, and Compress already called it a night and retreated to his room.

So you took a half empty bottle and went to the one guy you hoped wouldn't say no, Tomura Shigaraki.

You stood in front of the door, not hearing the clacking keys anymore but some streamer playing in the background. You didn't know which, and you didn't care.

You knocked a few times, waiting a few seconds and entering.

He noticed you enter, of course he didn't pay any mind to you, eyes still on the screen.

You stumbled to him, placing the alcohol bottle on his table, "I told you I'm not drinking." He stated, the rasp in his voice sent shivers down your spine, yet it was so addictive. turning his squeaky gamer chair to face you.

You didn't even bother to give him a response, getting on your knees with your face in between his legs, already working on the tie on his sweatpants.

"What are you!-" You hushed him, pulling down his boxers and licking the limp shaft until it got hard. you didn't know what excited you more, the fact it doubled its size, or you couldn't even close your fist around it.

You swirled your tounge in circles around the red swollen tip, giving it the occasional kiss to tease.

The door was still slightly pryed open, open enough if someone walked past in front of the door they could see you seducing the boss so drunk on Hennessy you couldn't even think.

The streamer still talking away to their chat, not knowing one of their viewers were about to get sucked off during the stream.

"Hey whore! Cut it out, you're drunk." He called your attention hoping to snap some sense into you, you were unknowingly about to give Tomura his first blowjob.

"So?" You said in a loving tone, a small giggle slipping through your lips as you lowered your head.

"It's Tomura." He said, reminding you like you mistook him for someone else, "I know." You looked up at him, your hooded eyes staring into his, admiring every feature.

The beauty mark near his lips, his deep red eyes, and the fluffy hair almost curtained over his eyes. You never really realized how cute he was out of his uniform.

Tomura swolled anxiously. If this was his fate, then so be it.

Your mouth engulfed him, tounge licking every inch of skin and sensitive gland on his cock, it would occasionally twitch on your moving sloppy tounge.

His left hand clicked the space bar, pausing whatever he was watching as his attention was now greedly stolen by you.

His right hand was placed on your head, mindful of his pinky. Petting your soft hair as your head bobbed up and down.

His raspy moans and groans polluting the room as a bit of the noise slipped through the open door, the praises of "fuck yeah." Slipping through his wounded lips, and his slightly fucked out expression lit up by the monitor.

He watched your cheeks hollow and plump lips move on his girth, tounge teasing every vein you knew was sensitive and your hand stroking whatever you couldn't handle, he was scared he was gonna wake up if he moved too much.

His abdomen tensed from the pleasure, eyes closing shut yet desperate to watch you, struggling to catch his breath in between his moans.

His mind went black, only hoping that he did join you guys for drinks. Maybe he'd find out why out of all the annoyingly hot people on the team, you chose him.

You slipped him out of your mouth, wiping the spit off your chin as you got back on your feet.

His crimson eyes met yours, confused before you straddled him in his chair, sitting over him as you removed your pajama pants, making them puddle on the cold floor.

His mind was racing, miltipule thoughts suriging a storm in his mind but he saw the one thing that could possibly make it stop and not ruin the sight, he took the bottle off the table taking a few swigs before looking back at you.

You seated on his clothed thigh, frilly pink panties against the boring Grey sweatpants he'd sport every day.

Pink fabric already stained with your lust as you grinded against his clothed thigh for friction you only dreamed of.

His finger was under your chin, forcing you to look at him. With your pleading hooded eyes and quivering lips, not to mention the adorable flushed cheeks from the achohol.

All you wanted to do was rub your needy sex against the muscle of his thigh as your hands explored the body under his black hoodie.

His sadistic eyes looked down on you when he'd occasionally jolted his leg up to make your squirm and shiver.

You heard footsteps grow closer, walking more like drunkenly stumbling to the door.

Averting your eyes was a mistake, only to be told off with a demanding "mm-m, eyes on me." From Tomura.

Of course, you complied, even stroking him during it.

The contrast of feeling your soft hands around his length was so much better than his calloused hand he used.

Shuddering breaths inches away from your lips as your hips rocked back and forth, knowing the eyes on you, yet you couldn't see who they belonged to.

Compress is asleep, Spinner? No, he wouldn't stay that long, Toga? Probably would walk away just hearing the sounds. So it was Dabi, that creep.

Even though the embarrassment was painful, it still felt good to know someone's watching you have the privilege to grind on the boss so earnestly.

Stroking his cock as his hands were busy holding your face up so he could examine you and holding the shared alcohol bottle in his other hand.

Tomura let go of your chin, giving you the opportunity to look while he guided your legs to straddle him.

And your guess was correct, you and Dabi were looking at each other as he leaned against the doorframe, giving you a condescending grin as he watched you fall apart on the boss's deadly touch.

You looked back at shigaraki, he was well aware of the captive audience watching the both of you be he didn't care as usual, he didn't care who you'd fuck after this, aslong as he got to right now.

He guided your hips to lower onto him, slowly sinking down on him.

he held you by your hips supporting your movements, controlling your pace as you grinded with him inside, you moand into his ear only to get him harder, twitching against your gummy walls.

It didn't take long before he made you start bouncing, he looked at you so enfacueted, you looked so perfect to him, hair a mess and so intoxicated on his cock, your arms wrapped around his neck as you pleaded for his kisses.

Dabi watched the scene, feeling his cock strain against the fabric of his clothes, watching your adorable expressions while you fucked someone with that kind of power.

It was annoyingly hot.

He could watch all he wanted, but he knew once Tomura was done with you, you were forever off limits.

He closed the door infront of him, giving you both some privacy before leaving to his room, probably just gonna stroke himself to that mental image of you fucking him instead.

Tomura took his fainal drink, placing the empty bottle on his table. Sure, it tasted bad, but at least he was feeling even better now.

His hands fainally explored your body, tracing your curves and stomach before finding their place on your waist, thumbs rubbing against the skin over your ribcage.

Your foreheads pressed together, moaning against his lips as he watched how your warm body moved, tempered by the alcohol it only made everything better and a bit sloppy.

Your insides coating his cock in a white opaque liquid from all your pent up frustrations, all those nights you couldn't get off from the busy schedule.

Your legs tensed, feeling him hit your sweet spot over and over again, so painfully good it had you seeing stars every time you rutted against him.

The sudden ego boost getting to his head watching you writhe on his cock, your hands pawing at his soft hair, giving the occasional tug.

Your back arched, his face buried in the crook of your neck, working on a few love bites and hickies to discover in the morning.

He was bigger than expected or you were just more pent up than you knew, regardless of who needed this more you knew this wouldn't be the last.

Your bounces became faster, more needy for the feeling of his tip hitting your gushing cervix, the smug smirk you saw on his face, and the ghostly touches on you skin.

Your movements were animalistic, yet something about his static nature claimed you, watching you get off drunkenly using him.

You were zealous on the pleasure, now pawing at his hoodie, tugging as a sign of your limits before he clicked his tongue stealing your attention.

"Just a bit longer, angel." His raspy voice saying sweet things, maybe it was the alcohol but that meant a lot to you.

He knew you weren't as innocent as you looked, coming into his room to suck and ride him, yet something about you was angelic.

Not to mention the look of bliss you had on your face at that name, 'angel, angel.' His voice ricochet around your head.

"I don't think I can, boss." You managed to slip through your moans, so adorable that you're still calling him that.

"It was an order." His voice low, almost like a growl. His lips met the skin of your jaw, and you tried your best to hold on, savoring the sensations.

Your shakey legs and breaths were so painfuly obvious to him that he had to watch you like this for even a bit longer.

He hasn't felt touch in a while, and now suddenly being flooded with such intimate contact made him berserk.

With one pull on your waist, he thrusted into you, releasing all his pent-up seed inside you, flooding and painting your gummy walls with his warm fluids.

The knot in your stomach shaped with his forceful actions, making you squirm on his lap and grip on his clothing while letting out the most erotic moan he's ever heard.

Far better than whatever porn he used to watch.

•••

You woke up with a pulsing headache, eyes opening to see the familiar room and Shigaraki on his computer set up that was right beside his bed.

He sat there peacefully, headphones in so you wouldn't wake up from the various video game sound effects he'd usually blast.

An empty Hennessy bottle on his desk and your pajama pants nicely folded at the feet of the bed, you sat up, gaining Tomuras attention.

He looked at you, acknowledging your presence for what felt for the first time.

He braced himself for the names you'd call him 'creep, pervert, peice of shit' he was ready for anything except when you stayed quiet, rubbing your eyes adjusting to the harsh light of the monitor.

You didn't care that you were half naked in his bed, just caring about where breakfast is.

"Hey, wanna get pizza?" You said casually, your voice still a bit groggy.

Tomura removed one side of his headphones, "seriously? That's all you're gonna ask." He said in his usual dead tone, his raspy voice with a croak as you guessed he woke up only a few minutes ago.

Unlike last night, he was playing a single player game so now he had the privilege to pause so he could actually listen to you.

His headphones dangled around his neck, turning his chair to face you.

He saw you already on your phone, looking through the pizza shops website for new deals.

"Are you ignoring me?" He asked, his voice turning gruff. He could ignore everyone if he wanted to, but he couldn't stand being ignored.

"No." You said clacking away at your phone screen. "I asked you a question, and you didn't answer properly. You're actually ignoring me." You teased.

"Now what do you want." You said placing the phone to your ear, "Anythings fine." He muttered as you spoke to the employee on the other side of the phone.

•••

You sat on the floor of his bedroom, eating slice after slice while he ate beside you having your first conversation together when he suddenly asked a question.

"Do you remember last night?" He asked before swallowing down the food he was eating, "Last night? A couple of things, why?" You asked back, hoping you didn't have anything important you had to do that night.

"Well, we fucked last night. Don't know if you remembered that." He said, a pink hue forming on his cheeks from the embarrassment of having to remind you.

"Yeah, I remember." You said grabbing another slice like it wasn't anything important.

He was honestly stunned how comfortable you were like this, sitting with him on the floor eating pizza while you only wore your panties and top. You were practically strangers last night.

"I'm the one who initiated it dumbass, of course I remember." You said,"Not everything, but I know it was good." You confessed.

It was like a weird dream, remembering fragments of the night every few minutes.

"So, why?" He asked, almost concerned in his sentence. "I was horny, You were cute. You connect the dots." You said with a giggle in your sentence.

"Right.." he said, he never had anyone call him that.

Minutes pass, hours, actually. Yet you willingly stayed in his room listening to him rant about his games, and he'd listen to you rant about your interests.

When night feel you decided to head out, you both spent the whole day talking you lost track of time, Shigaraki watched you walk away opening the door before he spoke.

"Hey," he called out, you looked behind you to see him pulling out a set of controllers for the both of you.

He mentioned he had a few controller friendly games on his PC a few hours ago.

"About those games.." he cut his sentence, trying to find the words until he noticed you shut the door and walked towards him.

He was never the best with words, but you understood him and the awkward language he spoke.

You sat in between his legs, grabbing one of the controllers from his hands.

He memorized every button on the controller already, so he wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you seated as his chin rested above your head.

He'd talk to you later about getting a separate chair if this would be a usual occurrence, but right now, it was just you and him with the controllers and monitor.

Finally, replacing your noisy teammates with the peace you found in each other.

A/N : I'm alive!! Sorry I haven't posted, I got my first case of REALLY BAD writers block, but now I got back into my element!

(Solution to Writters block : Get zonked 🍃)

To all of those who sent asks, I SWEAR I DO ALL ASKS JUS GIVE ME SOME TIME <33 :sob:

A repaint of my older work: Star Maker

The original 2019 version

for sinday.... Douma meets a goddess of love! reader? Aphrodite powers and all. lets see how the unbeliever feels when reader says she's been watching over him for quite some time(and liking what she sees), eh?

SINFUL SUNDAY

A/N: grateful for this request, I nearly forgot the pleasure of writing for my cherished Douma!

One night, a girl unexpectedly appears before Douma in his secluded chamber, radiating an aura of divine beauty.

Douma, initially unfazed, looks her up and down with a smirk. "Well, well, what do we have here? Haven't seen you around, my lotus. Who are you?"

The girl reveals her identity as a goddess, specifically the goddess of love

Douma chuckles, "Love, huh? Not really my thing, sweetheart."

She casually mentions she has been watching over Douma for some time, piquing his interest.

Douma raises an eyebrow, "Watching me, huh?"

"Oh, I've been enjoying the show, my dear. Your fights, your victories," she says. Channeling her feminine charm, the girl flirts lightly, "You may be a demon, but there's a certain allure to your chaos, Douma."

Douma, unfazed but slightly intrigued, retorts, "Flattery won't get you anywhere, goddess. I'm not the type to fall for such tricks. Better don't test my limits. I can snap your neck within blink of an eye."

The girl, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, challenges, "Perhaps not, but even demons deserve a taste of love. Care to prove me wrong?"

"I find the trivial and unnecessary nature of human emotions rather pitiful and inconsequential." Douma tells her, a wry smirk glued to his lips.

She whispers, "Love is not just an emotion, Douma. It's a flame that can burn even the coldest hearts like yours." The girl, with a snap of her fingers, using her powers, creates an ethereal sensation affecting all of his being, making Douma feel a subtle warmth in his chest.

Douma, raising an eyebrow, grumbles, "What did you do, woman?"

"Oh! Don't worry! It's just a taste of the love I can offer. A demon like you might find it... intriguing," she suggests with a grin.

Douma, feeling the unfamiliar warmth, tries to play it off, "Intriguing, huh? Don't get too carried away, goddess."

She leans in, teasing, "You're a challenge, Douma." Playfully running a finger along Douma's cheek, the woman purrs, "Life is more interesting with a little passion, don't you think?"

Douma, catching her hand, smirks, "Interesting, maybe. But I'm not one to be easily swayed."

She offers him a smile and rises onto her tiptoes, pressing her lips against his. In this moment, she seizes the chance to weave more of her enchanting spell of love around him.

In mere moments, his hakama pants and shirt find their way to the floor. Before he can fully grasp the situation, he's gently pushed onto a futon. The goddess straddles his lap, gracefully removing her attire with deliberate slowness.

In the next moment, she delicately grinds her hips, sensually rubbing her pussy against his visibly eager manhood, standing proudly in all its glory.

Douma gasps, yet places his strong hands to her hips, helping her with her movements. "Mmmm, lotus, look at you, so eager for me already. You're something, aren't you?"

She grins at him, leaning in to engage in a passionate kiss while positioning his cock at the entrance, only to descent on him ever so slowly.

Douma maintains unbroken eye contact with her, allowing her to have her share of fun with him. She rides him as if he were a spirited stallion, and he shows no objection whatsoever.

Douma's hands glide to her breasts, his fingers caressing them tenderly. "You're so hot, my little lotus, riding me as if there's no tomorrow," he praises, his voice sultry, a sly grin gracing his handsome features.

She moans his name, arching her back and rolling her head back in pleasure as his cock hits all the sensitive spots within her pussy. "Oh, Douma! It feels so incredible! I might just get addicted to a demon's touch! Never felt anything like that with a human before!"

Before too long, Douma grows bored, craving the familiar sense of control he exerts in his temple. Swiftly, he tosses her off his lap and forcefully pins her down on the futon. She finds herself on her stomach, rising her hips up for him, and the blonde-haired demon thrusts into her wetness from behind with a deep grunt, establishing a raw, almost primal tempo.

Douma swiftly succumbs to pleasure as the goddess screams, her pussy clamping hard on his cock. Douma alters his angle angle for heightened ecstasy, his cock rubs all of the spongy spots within her cunt. She climaxes with a loud moan, thrusting her hips back onto him, and he soon follows suit, cumming in her with a gasp.

As they recline together and Douma casually caresses her shoulder, he inquires about her name. She responds, "It's Y/N."

Douma grins mischievously. "I'm afraid I can't let you slip away. You're mine now."

"I'm a goddess; you can't keep me as if I were your pet," she reminds.

Douma chuckles softly, his smirk widening. "Well, goddess or not, I've always been fond of collecting rare treasures. Looks like I just found my most prized possession."

Mourning

A crying child

An enraged adult

Beaten and bruised

Traumatized

You can hide your face away

But it won’t help

You won’t heal

At this point, do you even care?

You beautiful, broken man

An empty husk

Drowning in your own chaotic misery

You’re ruined 

The world will pay for what it did to you

Tied up & Kneeling

There is a lot of tying up going on in their story so it only made sense ;)

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🍑For Sinful Sunday🍆

I am thinking about Hawks and well... he is a bird yeah?

So how about Hawks going into his spring season??? Him being all nice and sweet, giving his s/o little gifts, him LITERALLY building a nest... ONLY TO FUCK IN THERE FOR DAYS! Until his pretty mate is tired and full of seed to the point it's leaking out. Of cours it's not like he is done just yet 😏😏😏

(Hoenstly... idk what I am doing here! Love you gurl!)

SINFUL SUNDAY

Spring was the mating season for birds, and you could likely guess how it affected Keigo. During this time, he constantly felt a fiery heat, and his sexual desire became noticeably heightened.

"It's spring," he moaned. His hips surged forward, making you gasp around his thick shaft, his reddened tip hit the back of your throat again as you were giving him the head.

Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes as he began slamming his cock down your throat, his pace rough and rapid, almost primal.

Did he mean it was mating season? You had indeed observed other avian-like traits in him lately — those little trinkets he proudly displayed on his desk at work, the absent-minded whistling as he strolled through the office. Yet, you never thought mating season could be among them!

His words tumbled out hastily, almost strained, as if forming complete sentences was far beyond him. His rut had utterly consumed him. “Fuck, gonna cum soon.” His pace quickened as his entire length was being forced down your tight throat. His wings trembled and unfolded as he cum into your mouth.

The instant his taste met your tongue, an involuntary moan escaped you.

"Fuck, dove. I need you, right now," he growled, his lips brushing against yours as he helped you up to your feet. His hand ventured between you, shifting your underwear aside as two fingers delved into your dripping warmth. Another guttural growl escaped his lips. "Oh, fuck, I gotta fuck you. So incredibly wet," he murmured, pushing you down on the bed that looked rather like a huge nest with all those pillows and blankets, his hand wrapping around his aching cock, pumping it several times, gliding it between your slick folds to immerse it in your intoxicating wetness shortly after. Hawks aligned himself with your entrance, impelling himself entirely inside you with one fluid motion. Your gasp of pleasure was truly a music to his ears. He began pounding into you relentlessly, filling the air with an unmistakably lewd and wet squelching sounds. "Oh, oh, fuck!" He clung to your hips with an intensity that hinted at marks to come, and his fervent kisses trailed from your cheek down to the pulse point on your neck, each one growing increasingly passionate and sloppy. "You belong to me," he panted, his thrusts becoming increasingly sloppy. "All mine," his voice, drenched in overwhelming desire, reverberated with a deep, primal hunger.

Your cunt clinched against him as your head lolled back on the pile of pillows.

Hawks deftly angled his hips, hitting that spongy, sensitive spot deep within you, and in an instant, your climax devoured you. Your walls clenched tightly around his throbbing dick, creating a frothy white ring at the base. "Oh, Keigo, yes!"

This was sufficient to push him over the brink too. His hips spasmed against yours as he released his hot semen deep within you. "Ah, fuck! My sexy baby bird," Hawks grunted, laying on top of you. "Took all of my seed so well. Hope you'll get round with my offspring soon."

SIMPLE BREEDING SEASON MAKEUP TUTORIAL! The red-cheeked cordon-bleu’s blush game is on point. 👌 

pic: Craig Chaddock 

The Neverending Love || Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: a brief visit during one of the nights transforms your life

Rating: explicit! (+18) 

Warnings: unprotected sex, Khonshu being a dick & Sekhmet being a bitch (strange AU where Khonshu was romantically involved with Sekhmet) 🤭

Word count: ~6,3k

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!Reader, Khonshu & fem!Reader, Sekhmet & Jake Lockley, Sekhmet & fem!Reader, Khonshu & Sekhmet

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

A/N: green italics indicate Khonshu, blue italics indicate Sekhmet & orange italics illustrate Jake speaking Spanish. If you'd like another part, please let us know in the comment section below the fic, we'd love to hear your thoughts :)

The loud banging on your door that night was the last thing you expected. This has ruined your plans for a peaceful night of sleep.

Groaning, you dragged yourself out of bed and walked to the door, only to be met by a battered man barely standing on his own feet. Another thing stood behind him was a massive figure with a bird skull for a head.

"I need your assistance, Sekhmet!" Figure yelled, slamming the staff to the ground. "Don't pretend you're not here! I recognize this tiny human as your avatar."

This was when your Goddess decided to enter the picture. Her sight wasn't anything out of the ordinary; you were used to seeing a large human-like figure with a lioness head. "What's the point of bothering us, Khonshu?" She growled, exposing her fangs as you cupped the man's cheek to examine it.

"He's been seriously injured. I can't let him go to the hospital or any medical facility, we need to keep our heads down," Khonshu responded by tilting his head. "Will you assist us? Or are you going to let this poor thing bleed to death right now in front of your door?"

"Do you not have your robes? You can heal him by yourself. There's no need to bother me or my avatar," the goddess frowned as she spoke.

Khonshu hit the floor of a staircase with his staff a few times, one hand on his hip. "Suits are for other people. This one didn't get any, so I can't keep him alive. Do you still have any questions before the man bleeds? Maybe a form to fill out? I require your assistance."

Sekhmet laughed sarcastically. "You always lacked even the most basic manners, Khonshu. This will never change," she said as she bowed her head and looked down at you. "Y/N, take him in."

Nodding, you took the man's arm and draped it over your shoulder to assist him in walking into your flat.

Jake could barely move his legs; he felt as if he had lost control of his body, but he managed to follow you inside, grunting with each step.

Khonshu nodded to the goddess as a thank you.

Goddess ignored it and disappeared, only to reappear inside with you.

You assisted the man in getting on the couch and immediately began to examine his body to determine what you were dealing with.

Jake couldn't help but grumble when you touched his belly.

"You poor thing," you said quietly, standing up to get your first aid kit.

"Who'd have guessed Khonshu would choose someone like this as his avatar?" Sekhmet muttered as he leaned over the couch to look at Jake.

You quickly returned to him and moved his shirt up to treat the wound first. "There is a reason for this. You don't pick avatars at random."

"He's my vengeance's fist," Khonshu said. "And he's a natural at it. What did you mean by that, little person?"

The lioness laughed loudly. "If this is how he looks after delivering your vengeance, you made a bad decision. You have to be desperate."

Khonshu yelled, "Apologize! Take a look at your avatar! I won't apologize to you!" She declared proudly, "Right now, your avatar's life is in my and her hands, so behave."

"PLEASE!" You yelled loudly, looking at both gods. "I want to help him and the two of you arguing over my head make it hard to concentrate.”

"She's right," Khonshu pointed his staff at you. "Smart, little worm."

Jake groaned when you started cleaning his wound.

"You are like a wind," Sekhmet said, sighing deeply. "The soon she is done, the sooner you leave." 

With that, the goddess was gone and you sighed deeply, finally being able to focus on man's injuries.

"Who is she?" Jake asked looking at Khonshu.

"She's the avatar, just like you are," the god replied.

"Hi there," you said with a smile. "Bad news, whatever happened, you got it really bad. Good news, you'll survive."

"Yeah, if you'll patch me up and not him," he pointed at the god, "Then I'm more than sure I'll survive, doll."

"Positive fella, I can see," you chuckled and took the bandage to finally wrap his stomach. After that you were a bit closer to cleaning the wound on his forehead. "Other injuries aren't too serious. You will be back on your feet in a few days."

Jake pressed his palm against your cheek, his calloused thumb rubbing the softness of your skin. "I appreciate it."

"You're welcome, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't get any blood on me," you smiled and gently pushed his hand away from your cheek. When you finished with his forehead, you stood up and went to the kitchen to get a wet towel to clean and wrap his knuckles.

"Where did you get such a beautiful friend, Khonshu?" Jake asked, his brow furrowed and he hissed slightly as he felt a sharp pain spread across his chest and stomach.

"Long story. We won't get into that right now. Maybe I'll tell you a bedtime story one day."

"She is just an avatar of an actual friend, human," Sekhmet said, leaning over Jake as she appeared in the room again. "You should be grateful for our assistance, you pathetic man." 

All you could do at this point was sigh deeply while gently washing Jake's hands.

"And I was certain that nothing would surprise me after speaking to a bird skull. Nonetheless, es curioso que aparezcas ahora,"  Jake retorted, a little harshly.

"Show some dignity, you pitiful, little thing. You ended up at our mercy because of him, and you dare to speak to me like that?" Goddess snarled.

Jake turned around to face you. "I hope your goddess is kinder to you. You deserve to be taken care of."

Khonshu poked Sekhmet in the ribs. "May we talk? Allow them to do their jobs."

"For now, only my avatar is doing any work, but fine, let's talk," she gave a nod.

You laughed when they both left the two of you alone. "She's nice to me. I have a feeling she isn't pleased with Khonshu's presence. If this is the state Khonshu has led you to, I should be more concerned about your well-being."

"Knowing his nature, I'd be surprised if he had other friends among gods. They all hate him, he's a misfit," Jake chuckled a little, a strong cough followed. "And this," he pointed to his body, "It was just an accident, that's on me, not him."

"He should look after you no matter what," you explained simply, putting away the towel that had been used to clean his palms. "You'll stay with me until I'm confident I can let you go."

"It's unnecessary? You've already helped, and believe me, I don't want to hear your goddess's whining."

"It wasn't a request, sweetie, it was a statement," you said, smiling. "You stay here until you're ready to leave."

He supported himself on his elbows. "Gracias."

Meanwhile, Khonshu and Sekhmet went to another room. "Is it really necessary for you to behave in this manner? In my direction?"

"You barge in, demanding my assistance and insulting my avatar. Do you expect me to submit to you?" Sekhmet inquired, crossing arms over her chest.

"I came here to seek assistance. You were the first to spout insults, as you always are."

"You should be grateful that I welcomed you here. Like others, I should condemn you and let your avatar die," she snarled.

"Is there anything I've ever done to you? No, I don't believe so. Besides, our avatars appear to like one another."

"Like," scoffed Sekhmet. "Y/N is overall a nice person, she works as a nurse and helps people, she's  fond of everyone."

"Jake doesn't, and it's unusual for him to be nice to anyone, so I can already say he detected goodness in her."

"Someone is rescuing his ass. The last thing he'd do was try to be mean. Particularly to my avatar," the goddess sighed. "I'm actually surprised you decided to come here."

"What else could I possibly do? He's far too valuable to me."

"So valuable that you let him get to this point. Do you still believe someone is attempting to resurrect Ammit? Is that why you're dragging this poor soul around?" Sekhmet inquired, intrigued.

"I don't think so, I'm certain this is what it is, and I'm at least trying to do something about it, to prevent many innocent people from dying. Of course, you and others have different opinions, I'm aware, but you're mistaken."

"You know I can have a different opinion but it doesn't depend on me, sadly."

Khonshu nodded, confirming he understood.

Meanwhile, you were fully done with taking care of Jake's injuries. "There. All done. You should try and sleep now to let your body rest."

As his hand caught yours, he nodded. "Muchas gracias."

Since his hand was so bruised, you squeezed it gently. "No problem. I will get you a blanket. If you will need anything, call me."

"You already helped me, I don't want to overuse your hospitality."

"I mean it," you said, covering him with a blanket. "It should keep you warm and cozy. If you feel unwell or something is happening, just call me. My door will be open, so I will definitely hear you."

"Sólo quería decirte que ni siquiera sé tu nombre," he protested.

"It's Y/N," you smiled. "Khonshu! I'm done with your friend. Check to make sure he does not try to escape."

Khonshu glanced at Sekhmet and thanked her. After making it to the living room, he decided to look at Jake on his own. There was no doubt that his avatar looked weak, bruised, and exhausted. "Lockley, next time, be careful. Only you have left for me."

Seeing you, Sekhmet said, "You should rest. I can tell you're tired." 

"I am going, I am going. Don't worry," you said, walking to your room.

Khonshu sat in the chair and crossed his legs. "Rest, Lockley. You're much needed. Gather your strength for what's ahead."

Jake opened his eyes after some time. He looked at his watch and discovered it was only 5 am. In an attempt to find a bathroom, he reluctantly sat up and got up from the bed.

Despite the fact that you were still asleep in your bedroom, the doors were open just as you had promised. Usually, if someone walks around your flat, you'd wake up, but Jake's visit was so late that you really needed sleep.

Jake, noticing the open door, peered in and, seeing you sleeping, tugged on your sheets. He took a look around and decided to limp around the flat. He found the bathroom in the process.

In the end, you sat up and rubbed your eye, a tiny bit awoken. "Jake... Are you okay?"

He stopped by your door as he was returning from the bathroom. "Lo siento, bebé, I didn't mean to wake you up."

"It's fine. I don't have a good night's sleep. You shouldn't be walking like this," you said slowly.

"The patches you applied yesterday made me feel fine."

As you walked up to him, you sighed deeply. "I'm glad you do, but the wound on your stomach didn't look good. You should be very careful when moving."

His breath hitched a bit as he said, "I am. You should also return to bed to get some more rest."

"First, I will help you get to the couch, but I don't like you sleeping on it with an injury like that," you said grimly. "Maybe I'll put you in my bed."

"Don't bother yourself, por favor.”

"If you say so," you sighed, letting him lean on you. "Even so, I don't like that you sleep on the couch."

He remained silent as you brought him back to the living room and let him nestle on the couch.

"Do you need anything? Nothing hurts?"

"Just the stomach. Overall it's alright."

"Well, it wasn't the smallest wound..." You said as you walked slowly to the kitchen. After a short moment, you returned to him with a pill and a glass of water. "This should help you."

He accepted both and easily swallowed the pill, downing the glass of water immediately. "Gracias. I have no idea how I'll repay you. You're so kind."

You shrugged and explained, "The most gratifying reward would be not showing up here in such a state again. This is how I am. Guess it's coming from being a nurse."

"So you're a nurse? That explains your medical knowledge and the gentleness with which you treat others in need."

"Yeah, it does explain some things. Additionally, Sekhmet gives me more opportunities that are more like a curse... But they do help sometimes."

"Lo mismo con Khonshu."

"We both are cursed in some way," you joked before patting him on the shoulder. "Rest some more, Jake."

When you returned back to your bedroom, Jake slipped one hand under his head to feel more comfortable. The wound on his stomach didn't give him a second of rest so he rethought everything that had happened to him.

In the morning, he overslept for the pain vanished sometime after the pill you administered to him.

You slept more than usual, thankfully it was your week off. The first thing you did after getting up was check on Jake, making sure he was fine. The man was fine and still asleep, so instead of disturbing him, you headed to the kitchen.

"Y/N, you've known me for a while, and you know how difficult it is for me to say that but I'm grateful for your assistance," it was Khonshu, peering into the kitchen.

You squeaked loudly and twitched in your place, almost dropping the bread you were holding in your hands. Being used to Sekhmet was one thing, you were not used at all to another Egyptian god hunting you. "Y-You are welcome, Khonshu, but please, don't scare me like that anymore."

He assured, "It wasn't my intention, little human. How did you and Sekhmet get along?"

"Apparently she was lurking around the hospital where I work. She picked me, for some strange reason," you explained. "Why are you bothering this man? He is not well.”

"He's strong and due to his personal issues, I can say he's easily manipulated, it's useful for my purposes."

"He is not mentally stable. I can feel diseases because of the abilities Sekhmet provides me with. His mind is like... One... But varying in three different ways," you shook your head. "What you are doing isn't fair."

"Vengeance is not always fair, my little human. Sometimes it requires a real sacrifice which Jake provides perfectly. The universe isn't a fair place."

"You truly think anyone will believe your silly accusations while your avatar is in such a poor state?” Sekhmet asked, appearing in the room.

"You again? I'm speaking with your avatar who at least knows how to be respectful."

"I am respectful when I have a reason to be respectful. Right now I would hit you so hard that your stupid skull would break," you growled. "You are using this man."

"And it started. Time to vanish for a while," and with that, Khonshu disappeared.

Shaking your head, you began to prepare breakfast and coffee for yourself and your patient. You felt angry and really wished you could do something. With a heavy sigh, you walked to the living room once everything was ready. You set the plates and cups on the coffee table. Then, you sat on the couch next to Jake and gently stroked his hair. "Hey. Time to wake up."

Reluctantly, with a loud gasp, he opened his eyes and looked directly at your face. "Buenos días."

"I didn't expect to have a guest in the middle of the night. I apologize for the simple breakfast."

"I apologize for bothering you."

You scolded him, drinking your coffee. "I'll smack you if I hear something like this again."

He nodded, sitting up. " ¿Dónde ha desaparecido? Nevermind, wonderful. I don't even know where he left me."

"In safe hands. Don't worry. Eat up, you need to regain your strength," you advised Jake to focus on the breakfast and he didn't ask any further questions.

An entire two weeks have passed.

Jake was under your strict care and you nursed him back to life. You were troubled by his mental state, but there was nothing you could do about it. The most difficult part was that Sekhmet's worst dream happened, and you fell for Jake. 

"You're back to normal. No bruises, no more wounds, and no scars," you smiled and touched his stomach to make sure he was fine.

Nodding slowly, he looked down at your palm pressed against his abdomen; he was indeed afraid of scarring, but on the other hand, he already has a few so one more would not make any difference to him. "Would it be possible for me to repay your hospitality in some way?"

"I said the night you got here. The most appropriate repay would be not showing up all beaten up," you responded and decided to add a small joke, "And a date maybe."

A frown appeared on his face as Jake fixed his eyes on yours. "A date? With you?"

You blushed deeply, looking at him. Of course, he wouldn't want that. "Oh, it was just a joke," you waved your hand as you walked away. 

As soon as you disappeared into the kitchen, Sekhmet lean over Jake. "Don't even think about this human," she huffed angrily.

" ¿Qué tienes en mente? " He frowned, looking directly at the goddess.

She warned, "If you get any closer to her, Khonshu will need to find a new avatar."

"I have no fucking clue what you're talking about or what you're thinking."

"You must know what I mean, pathetic human. I can feel how you look at her and this disgusts me," Sekhmet growled softly.

"Your avatar is pretty, so what can I do? You could have chosen one that was uglier."

The goddess snarled, "Men. All the same. Touch her and I'll bite your head off."

"If she wants this, I can't stop her. I thought all the goddesses were slightly gentler, but you aren't superior to Khonshu," Jake grinned nastily and decided to join you in the kitchen.

"Is everything fine?” you asked, noticing him in the kitchen. "You don't feel well?"

"When would be a good time for us to meet up? Are you available next week?" Jake asked simply, looking over your shoulder at the dishes you were cleaning.

Blinking, you looked at him again, blushing. "Jake, I was just joking. There's no need to, you know..."

He spotted a small magnetic board on your fridge so he approached it, took a marker, and wrote his address down. "In case you change your mind one day, chiquita."

As you watched him, you were able to do nothing but nod.

His belongings were soon gathered and he left.

Such an opportunity couldn't be missed. You wanted to see Jake, talk to him, or simply spend more time with him for some strange reason. Despite Sekhmet's growls and warnings, you packed your bag, wrote down the address, and headed there.

Jake was surprised when he heard an intercom ring - he was even more surprised when he heard your sweet tone. After opening the door for you, he proceeded to put on a simple t-shirt.

You walked up the stairs and along the narrow corridor.

”You are making a serious mistake, Y/N! Khonshu and his avatar should not be associated with us!” The goddess growled, trying her finest to turn you around.

You simply explained to her, knocking on Jake's flat door, "It's not happening. I am just a human. I have my needs too. Please ignore all the stupid arguments you gods have between yourselves right now. Now, leave me alone."

Jake opened the door, smiling mischievously. "Well, well, I didn't expect to see you here. What a pleasant surprise," he shifted aside, letting you inside his flat. "Forgive me, it's a wee bit messy."

As you stepped in, you waved your hand happily. "I couldn't say no since you invited me here. So, here I am!"

Your body was lustrated from bottom to top. You were so sexy that the only thing he could do was a smirk. "Drink?"

"I'd like some tea if it's not a problem. Would it be okay if I stayed maybe a few days? It's a bit of a ride for me to get here."

Jake informed with a sweet tone, "I will prepare the room for you and make you tea."

"Room? Shouldn't I sleep on the sofa, as I made you?”

"You're too precious to sleep on a simple couch," Jake replied before disappearing into the kitchen. "Make yourself at home!"

"Thank you for your kind words," you said as you sat down on the couch, putting your bag down.

Soon, he returned with a cup of tea.

After accepting the cup, you took a sip, humming happily. It was a delicious tea. "Missed me? And I hope Khonshu doesn't mind me being near you."

"Khonshu told me you'd come, but I didn't believe him."

"Surprise!" You giggled. "Sekhmet didn't want me to come here, but I wanted to have a bit of my own life."

"What did she tell you?"

"You make a colossal mistake! We shouldn't be associated with Khonshu! He will ruin your life!" You shouted, trying to mimic Sekhmet's voice. "Am I the only one who thinks that there was something between them in the past?”

"For fuck's sake, I already thought they were ex-couple who hated one another because of their breakup."

"Right! They act like this so much! Perhaps she doesn't want me near you..." You said slowly, tapping your cheek, "Because if we got together, possibly, they would be stuck together again.”

"Us together, huh? Suena perfecto. Khonshu wouldn't have anything against her, since she jumps on him all the time. Isn't she?"

You laughed loudly and nodded, shrugging. She is a woman and a big cat packed in one body, so I guess that makes her a deadly combination for men."

"And he is a man and... well, a dead bird, so I have no idea what to expect."

"I have no idea what to expect as well, but they are gods and we all know that they are always a bit messed up," you whispered.

Jake walked to the kitchen and returned with an ashtray and a bottle of cognac.

The two of you simply started talking while the two gods watched.

"Pathetic," Sekhmet scoffed, seeing how you giggled at Jake's words.

"Lovely. She is happy," Khonshu commented. "He's able to make her giggle like a little girl."

"I know what she feels in him. He is twisted. He will play with her and leave, breaking her heart," the goddess concluded.

"Apparently, he likes your avatar. As soon as he's happy, I'm happy as well, even though it's a struggle."

She scoffed once again deeply, annoyed by Khonshu's words. “Since when are you happy with your avatar? They are nothing more than sacks of meat for you. I don't care if they like each other, just as you didn't care all those centuries ago."

"Maybe you could finally shut up, huh?" Asked Khonshu in a mocking tone.

Hersing, she pointed right at him and asked, "Shut up about what? Did you forget your faults? How did you abandon me and my feelings?"

Khonshu turned his skull head away. "You were always grumpy. What did you expect? Always demanding, never giving anything of yourself."

"I was giving you a lot. You always demanded more than I could give you so don't put the blame on me," she muttered, crossing arms over her chest.

"You know I had some significant feelings for you. You were the one to always push me aside."

"This is simply a lie! You pushed me away!" She roared.

At this point, you were sitting on Jake's lap with your arms wrapped around his neck as the two of you listened to the gods. You couldn't believe anything you heard. "I don't think they are aware we hear them..." You whispered with a smile dancing on your lips.

Jake massaged your hips, smirking wryly. There is no way I can imagine Khonshu having an affair with Sekhmet. Is it even possible for someone like him to fall in love? I was told gods were above us and ordinary human feelings."

"Well it's difficult to believe, but most gods have their positive and negative sides," you hummed softly. Despite always being above all, they tend to fall for the simplest things."

"Hard not to agree with you, preciosa mía."

"Do you like me? Despite me being her avatar?" You asked shyly, getting more comfortable on his lap. "Or do you see me more as he sees her?"

"I like you and have liked you since the beginning."

Blinking surprised, you smiled softly and cupped his face to pull him into a gentle kiss.

He groaned in the kiss and his grasp on your hips tightened. "You taste so sweetly."

Once you pulled away, you giggled, "You taste like alcohol and cigarettes. I think we are giving them another reason to be angry, but I don't give a damn. Not in the slightest."

"We have known each other for less than a few weeks, and I already have you on my lap, clingy as a little kitten. I like it," said Jake, smirking.

"Maybe it's because we are avatars? They were together so now we feel it, in some strange way?" Humming, you moved your hand up his chest. "Or perhaps it's just because you're handsome and my type."

"¿Soy tu tipo? " He teased. "How come?"

"Oh, don't make me say that!" Whining, you blushed deeply, moving on his lap. "You are handsome and I love your voice."

"Is that everything, chiquita? "

"The way you speak..." You sighed dreamily.

"Is calling you some sweet nicknames turning you on, chica bonita? "

Feeling that your cheeks were burning, you covered your face and nodded. This was a bit too much and you tried to slip off his lap, but Jake didn't let you do so.

"Where do you think you're going, gatita? "

"Away. I'm burning like dry wood. It's stupid since I don't even know you that well, but I can't help myself," you sighed.

It might be true what you said before. They were close centuries ago, and because of that, we feel a common attraction," Jake's hand ran over your waist.

"Yes..." You nodded slowly, getting lost in his dark eyes. "But in the end, you know what?"

"¿Qué?"

As you said this quietly, you moved closer to him. "I have nothing against it. I just don't know how you feel about it."

Stroking the curves of your waist, he let out a deep hum. "Aún no lo sé."

With a soft smile, you cupped his cheek. "Let's maybe try then, cariño," you hummed before kissing him.

"Try what?" He kept on teasing you.

"First, you could try and stop being a tease," you giggled, tapping his nose playfully. "Can we be together? Because I really want you, if I may be honest."

"You're so quick to jump to being bold about things."

As you kissed his jawline, you moved on to his neck soon after. "Oh, please. Is that so bad? Please, Jake, please. I need you..."

"Oh, mi pequeña, you need me? Need me in what sense?"

Smiling, you turned on his lap to finally straddle him properly. Using a quiet hum, you moved your palms down his chest and soon under his shirt. "I need you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me hard. I want everyone to know that you fuck me and that you are doing a fucking good job."

When Khonshu heard you say the things you did, he looked at Sekhmet. “I think your avatar is very bold regarding her needs. Cute. If they ever end up together, their babies will be very beautiful."

Jake smiled at you and stroked your cheek with his thumb. "Mírate a ti mismo. Such a pretty girl, such a filthy mouth."

"Please..." You whimpered and turned your head to wrap your soft lips around his thumb, sucking it.

"She will be heartbroken just like I was," the goddess groaned and vanished, tired of the show she was witnessing.

"Maybe she will be the happy one. I already can tell Jake is into her," Khonshu replied before vanishing as well.

Jake observed you carefully. “Eres una perrita mala, Y/N."

"Maybe..." You replied, letting go of his thumb. "I just feel the urge to have you, to fuck you, to be close with you, as close as possible."

"You barely know me," he teasingly said, pulling you off his lap so he could get up. As he did, he took his t-shirt off and tossed it on the floor.

"Despite that, you undressed for me and kissed me," you teased him back, copying his moves while removing your own shirt.

"Did I let you do that?" He asked, his eyebrows cocked.

"I barely know you. "You think I'll wait or listen to your orders?" You asked, raising an eyebrow with a cocky smile.

"If you want to have your tiny pussy fucked, I'd suggest you obey or act like a real slut I know you're hiding beneath the facade of reticence."

"I will be a good girl," you promised with a cocky smirk still on your lips.

He cupped your boobs and gave them a solid squeeze. "I like them. Take your fucking bra off."

As you let out a gasp, you slowly unclasped your bra in preparation for throwing it aside.

"Take your jeans off."

Obeying once again, you got up from the couch and slowly removed your pants, making sure to proudly show off your curves.

"Good girl. Now, tell me what you would like me to do. Leave the panties on, linda."

As you leaned over the couch, you showed off your round ass. "I'd like you to fuck me hard until I can't whimper your name anymore. Oh, Jake!" You moaned his name.

During Jake's tug-of-war with his jeans, you could hear a buckle being undone and some fabric shifting. Soon, his palm palmed your buttock, lightly slapping it.

Gasping loudly in surprise, you looked over your shoulder. "So this is how you like it?" You asked, shaking your butt.

"Shut your sweet mouth, gatita," he spanked you harder and soon grabbed your hair, pulling on it.

"Fuck," you whimpered, biting your lip to prevent yourself from making another remark.

"Who had been a naughty, little nurse, huh?"

As much as it was possible for you, you nodded, looking at him as much as you could. "I was a very naughty, little nurse."

In the process of massaging your ass, Jake finally slipped his hand between your thighs and rubbed viciously the damp stain on your panties before catching them to push the fabric aside. Suddenly, Jake pushed himself into you with full force. But fuck, you were so wet that there’s no resistance, his cock slipping through your soaked cunt all the way down to the hilt with such ease it nearly pulled him to his orgasm simultaneously. It’s apparently all he needed for the final tether of his resolve to snap because he’s slamming into you with such force that the entire couch rocked along the thrusts.

You let out a loud moan, then you exhaled a heavy gasp at the feeling of his cock spreading you. It was a long time since you fucked with anyone, and how you missed it! Trying to steady yourself somehow, you grabbed onto the couch.

Jake rocked in and out of you at a brutal pace that had your thighs trembling already. The hands on your hip bones were pulling you back onto his cock to meet each thrust, somehow pushing him even deeper against something utterly devastating inside you.

Whimpering his name, you grabbed hold of the couch and moved your hips to meet his thrusts. Your bending over the couch made it even better, making you feel his every move. "Fuck, Jake!"

Then he was pressing his forehead to your shoulder blade, back arched over you, and his curls tickling the curve of your neck. He found a different angle at which to hit that blinding spot inside you. His lips were pressing against your skin in gentle kisses underneath your ear. It felt feather light in comparison to the harsh grind of his hips against your own.

You reached out to touch him, simply wanting more of him. The way he pounded into you and hit all the right spots made you see stars. Soon, your walls started to tighten around his cock as you neared your climax.

Suddenly, Jake pulled out of you, knelt on the couch, and attacked your exposed sex with his mouth; the urge to taste you was unbearable.

"What the... Fuck!” You moaned the last part loudly, grasping the couch to steady yourself.

He kept on eating you out, humming from time to time, massaging your ass. "What? Did you think I'd skip tasting that cunt of yours?"

Humming, you looked down at him as you said, "I hoped you wouldn't, but I hoped I could cum around that thick cock of yours. Could we move to a different spot because my legs won't hold me any longer?"

He pulled back and grabbed your hips, pulling you to himself, waiting politely for you to take a more comfortable position.

You sighed deeply as he pulled you away from the couch. As much as you loved him fucking you, this wasn't the most comfortable position. "Time for me to have some fun. Sit on the couch, sweetie."

With an eye-roll, he followed your instruction and sat on the couch.

"Don't roll your eyes, love. Because I can finish myself any time," you said, falling on his lap, clutching his member. Your palm started to gently stroke the thick shaft.

Lockley bit his lower lip to muffle a moan that was about to escape his lips.

"You like it, don't ya? I bet you like it when I play with your tip," you whispered, using your thumb to tease him.

"Stop fucking teasing," he rolled his head back, grunting, his palms grasped your hips strongly.

Of course, you didn't stop. Instead, your other palm moved to his balls. You worked on his cock while massaging his balls. "Make me, baby."

He whined loudly, the sound he made was almost animalistic.

At the sound he just made, you chuckled and sank down onto his shaft. The sweet feeling of him filling you up again made you moan.

One hand was placed on your waist, while the other cupped your buttock and squeezed it slightly.

"So good. Fuck!" You gasped, moving up and down, rolling your hips from time to time. Your hands rested on his shoulders.

"¡Dios mío, eres tan sexy!" Jake gasped and pulled you tighter to his groin to buck his hips into you at a rough pace.

Moaning his name over and over again, you soon reached your climax, cumming around him.

You kept getting fucked until he finally pushed you off, got up, jerked himself several times, and shot his thick cum at your boobs.

Using your finger, you scooped some of his cum and hummed loudly as you put it into your mouth, whispering, "We have a tits lover here."

He leaned down and kissed you, tasting himself on your tongue.

You purred into the kiss, kissing him back. Once he pulled away, you smiled at him sweetly. "I liked it and I want more... In the future."

"Ya wanna stay here?" He asked casually, grabbing his jeans and putting them back on.

Watching him you blinked, surprised by his sudden offer. "Stay? You mean like permanently?"

Rather temporary, just so we can get to know each other first?"

You nodded, laughing softly. "I will gladly. I planned to stay a few days anyway, remember? Or did blew it outta your mind?"

"There will be plenty of nights to fuck things from me.”

"Oh, I bet," you nodded once again and sighed deeply. "Khonshu and Sekhmet will be pissed as fuck."

"You think?"

Suddenly, Khonshu appeared right next to you. "As far as I can tell, the intercourse turned out well and you were happy with how he treated you."

Just as suddenly as Khonshu, Sekhmet appeared as well, but right in front of Jake. Snarling, she said, "Dare to break my avatar's heart and I will snap your neck like a twig."

Jake looked directly at the goddess. "I'm sure you heard her singing for me, dear. We're adults and you gods don't understand something as basic as love, so don't try to stir the shit. ¿Tengo razón?"

Goddess poked Jake's chest, then turned to you, saying, "You don't know what love is. Not with Khonshu by your side. And you better be careful."

Jake reached for your jeans and offered them to you, wrapping a protective arm around you. “We'll soon fuck the shit out of them."

Humming, you nuzzled him, nodding a little. "The only thing that matters to me is being with you, regardless of what they both say."