Lex, 24, black, queer, she/they. MDNI! I write 18+ unless I say it's not.
I'm into kpop. I'm a big TV/movie watcher. I watch just about any and everything. I'm into Marvel, DC, Teen Wolf, Degrassi, etc.
I'm into WWE too! Aew as well (not as much but I'm tryna fix that).
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Becauseimswagman1's Masterlist
(18+) Ruined (Erik Stevens)
(Fluff) Love Is All You Need (Yunho from Ateez)
(Fluff) The Beginning of Something Beautiful (Shuriri)
(18+) Wanna Be On Top? (San and Mingi (ateez) x reader)
(18+) Study Session (Mark from Nct)
(18+) Toxic Love (Trevante Rhodes)
(Fluff) Lightskin Jaehyun (Jaehyun from Nct)
(18+) Jealous, Much? (Trick Williams)
(18+) Temporary (Roman Reigns)
(18+) College Life (Kelvin Harrison Jr.) Pt.1 Pt.2
(18+) Yeyeyeye... (Tama Tonga) Pt.1 Pt.2
(18+) Lightskin Brothaaa (Kelvin Harrison Jr. And Aaron Pierre) Pt.2 Pt.3 Blurbs
(18+) Taste (Kelvin Harrison Jr.)
(18+) Illusion vs Reality: When Did the Lines Blur? Pt.2
(18+) Tama Tonga x Reader
(18+) FP,FP (AxK)
(18+) Japan Promotions (Maki (&team))
(Fluff) Dimples (Bang Chan (Stray Kids))
(18+) Music Sounds Better With You (Hongjoong (ateez))
So, Melo Does Miss (Carmelo Hayes)
(18+) Finding Hope (Vampire!Wumuti x Louis de Pointe du Lac) (ch.2) (ch.3)
Sooo like does anyone listen to Trevor Jackson??? Let’s wake his fanfic nation up or at least the fandom who use songs as inspiration for fics! He’s a freaky frog with a great voice (he BE SANGINNNNNN) and a soft side!!!!
He writes his own shit and a lot of these songs are drawn from personal experiences! He’s too good!
Summary: In 1932, Bo Chow was the love of your life. Almost a century later, that fact still remains true.
Warnings: flirting, mentions of bleeding out and being turned, mentions of death, love confession, mentions of smut at the end, MDNI 18+
A/n: Based on this request. Thank you @becauseimswagman1 for being so patient these past months 🙏
Your car comes to a stop and you turn the engine off before stepping out of the vehicle. You cup a hand above your eyes, blocking your face from the sun so you can read the sign 'Bo Chow and Co. Delta Grocery & Market.'
Your heels click along the wooden floor as you enter the shop, hoping that you'll be able to find what your looking for. The inside of the shop looked very well stocked, like it could have everything a person could want. You hoped that was true.
You look for the candy section and immediately scan the variety. You almost missed it. It was hidden in the far back but you found it. Snickers chocolate bar. You grab a few bars that should last you a good while.
You look around at the rest of the store as you slowly make your way to the cash register. You hear a door open and close and footsteps come nearer. "If you're ready, I can ring you up over here." A man says.
You nod and pick up the pace, not looking at him while you admire a few flowers beside you. You place your chocolate on the counter and the man let's out a low whistle sound. "You must really like snickers." He jokes.
You rummage through your purse for your money. "You can say that I guess. They stopped selling them at my local store where I'm from. I heard it was being sold here so I thought I'd come check it out." You glance up at the man for the first time since you got here and your breath hitched in your throat.
You swore this man in front of you has got to be the most beautiful man you've ever laid your eyes on.
He raises a brow, "yeah? And where is it that you're from, if you don't mind me askin'?"
"Friars Point, the next town over."
"And they don't got Snickers bars?" He holds up one of them before tutting, "what a damn shame."
"It really is," you sigh. "But, I must say, this place seems a lot nicer than my local store." You glance around you, "you got a lot more stuff. Maybe I should come here more often."
He shrugs with a smirk, "You're welcome any time. Wouldn't hurt to see a pretty face like yours more often." He said it so casually, having no idea that your heart rate quickened at the compliment. The air in the room starts to feel much warmer now.
He places the last chocolate bar in a bag, "is that all?"
You hesitate for a second, glancing around for anything that can keep you here with him a little longer. Your eyes fall back onto the individual flowers and you pluck one up. "Actually, I'll get this too."
"That'll be forty five cents." You hand him the money and he gives you your bag with a warm smile.
"Thank you Mr...." you trail off with an expected look.
"You can call me Bo."
Ohhhh so he's the owner of this store. "Well Bo, I'll be seeing you again."
"I look forward to it. Have a nice day."
-
You come back a few days later, much sooner than you initially planned to when you first stepped foot in the shop. But once you laid your eyes on Bo Chow, you knew you had to see him again.
The bell above the door chimes when you walk in. You hide your disappointment when you don't immediately see Bo. You walk around the store to see if there's anything new. Your back is facing the back door when you hear it swing open and a familiar voice behind you. "Back so soon?"
You smile to yourself before turning around. Your breath catches when you see him again. How has he managed to look even more handsome than the first time?
"My mama saw my new stash, wanted some for herself. I don't like sharin'." You say with a shrug, earning a chuckle from him.
"Got a brand new stock waitin' for ya then." He points to the candy section and you give him a sweet smile before heading over.
When he rings you up, he hands you another flower, similar to the one you grabbed the first time. "No charge."
You take it from him with a flirty grin, your fingers brushing his as you do so. "Thank you Bo."
"Until next time darlin'."
You continuously make the drive to the next town over just to see Bo, using another lame excuse that your local store ran out of something or your mama wanted more candy. That is until you finally decide to take the initiative and come forward.
"Y'know, I'm startin' to think you're comin' here to see me now." He says when he sees you walk in like the many times you have before.
You shrug, "I had nothin' to do. Figured I wanted a different kind of candy." You bite your lip as you glance him up and down.
Bo chuckles, "stay as long as you want. You won't hear me complainin' over here."
The two of you share flirty glances as you walk around the store while he rings up customer after customer. You pick up a bottle of wine and saunter over to the counter. Bo's smile widens and he places his hands on the counter in excitement when he sees you.
You set the wine down on the counter. "So, what do you do for fun 'round here?"
"Gamblin' is my type of fun but uh..." he doesn't hide the way he checks you out, his eyes lingering on your left hand to see the lack of a wedding band. "I don't mind hearin' any suggestions."
You grin and lean over the counter, giving him a perfect view of your chest. You pick up the wine he just placed in a paper bag. "Well I just got this lovely bottle right here. It'd be a shame to share it all alone."
Bo leans forward so that your faces are just a few inches away. "You married?"
"No sir. You?"
He shakes his head, "No ma'am. I'll come by at 6."
"I'll cook."
You write down your address on a slip of paper he gives you as he rings you up. "I'll see ya later." He calls out and you give a flirty wave before walking out the door.
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Being with Bo has made you the happiest you've ever been. That night you invited him over was perfect. You ate dinner, shared the wine you bought, and overall got to know him better. You're in love with this man and you wouldn't have it any other way.
His face lights up when you enter the store, just like it always does. He quickly ushers you over, grabbing your hand and leading you into the back room. As soon as the door shuts, his mouth is on yours.
"I missed you," he mutters against your lips.
"I missed you too. Especially these." You take his bottom lip between your teeth with a tug before releasing it. The next kiss is all smiles as he chuckles.
"An old friend came by" he mutters between kisses.
"Oh yeah?" You start to trail your mouth lower, latching onto his neck.
"Mhm." He tilts his head to make more space for you. "Says him and his brother are openin' up a juke joint. Tonight. Said I could bring whoever I want."
You continue to run your hands up and down his chest as he speaks. "So?" You give him an expected look.
"You wanna go?" You drag your hands up to his neck, toying with the hairs in the back as you think. "There'll be drinks, dancin'-"
"Yes" you say immediately. You'll go anywhere with him. He chuckles before kissing you again.
"A'right I gotta get back to work." He gives you one last, long kiss before opening the door. He gives you a light smack on your ass when he leads you out of the back room. "I'll pick you up later. I love you."
"I love you too Bo." You give him one last peck before leaving the shop.
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A few hours later and the juke joint is packed with people, many of them quickly becoming your friends. You got along well with Annie, Smoke's lady. Her and Grace, an old friend of Bo's, gave you all of the scoop on Bo and the twins. It seems everyone has history, leaving you to feel a little left out.
You were dancing with Bo when you hear gunshots go off. You cover your ears and duck. Bo wraps his arms protectively around you when you see Mary quickly run out of the building.
Bo grabs your hand as you and everyone else start crowding the closet door.
"What the hell is goin' on?"
"Who's shootin' in there?"
You hear people say. After a few minutes of people panicking and worrying, Slim walks out and quickly closes the door.
"Hey Slim, who the fuck is shootin' man?" Bo asks him immediately but is ignored.
"Party's over ya'll." Slim announces.
Everyone starts groaning and complaining while Bo starts to thank everyone and usher them out. You join in, making sure everyone leaves and steps away from the closed closet door.
Once everyone's out, Slim tells you the truth. "We've got a problem ya'll." He explains what happened and your hold on Bo tightens. "Annie said to get everyone out, that includes you two." He gestures to the two of you.
"What?!" Bo exclaims. Pointing to the closed door, he continues, "Man just lost his brother Slim! We can't just leave!"
Slim holds his hands up to silence Bo. "I know, I know. But you gotta go."
You swallow harshly, conflicted with what to do. But if Smoke wants everyone out, you should listen. "Bo, let's just go. If Smoke needs us to leave, then let's leave."
You can tell he wants to argue, wants to stay and be a good friend, but he ultimately agrees. "Yeah okay. Let's go to the car." He grabs your hand, "you tell Smoke I'm here if he needs anything a'right Slim?" He says over his shoulder. Slim nods and waves goodbye.
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There's so much you wished would've gone differently that night. What would've happened if you hadn't walked out that door? If you listened to Bo? Would things be different? Or would your fate of death be the same?
Out of all the questions that continuously cloud your mind, one was the loudest. Would you still have Bo?
As soon as you stepped foot out of that juke joint, you were attacked. You can still remember the feeling of his teeth piercing the skin of your shoulder, the blood gushing out of you as you stared at Bo who's fate was the same as yours. You remember reaching out to each other on the floor as the two of you bled out.
You remember everything going dark and then waking up again. But this time, you felt different. You heard thoughts that weren't your own. You turn to see Bo who's also awake. How are you alive?
You remember the pleased look on the white man's face, Remmick was his name. He told you his plan, his desire to get to Sammie. You're not sure why you were different, why you were the only one not under the same trance as everyone else, Bo included.
You tried to get him to run away with you, to leave this cult behind, but he refused. So you left. And you never looked back, until now.
You came back home to Friar's Point to visit your parents' grave. Sadness washes over you as you think of all of the family and friends you've outlived since becoming a vampire. Your mind wanders back to Bo. You wonder if he survived or if he died like everyone else that night.
You haven't heard of or seen any sight of him since you ran away. You debated on asking someone at the city hall to see if they've heard of anything but they probably wouldn't.
Feeling a sense of nostalgia, you decide to drive to the next town over. You drive down the street of what shops you'd frequently visit, more specifically Bo's grocery market. You let out a sad sigh as you look at the new stores that have changed over time.
The Black Bird cafe is now a Starbucks. King Tamales place is now a bakery. Rosenthal Ice Co is still an ice cream shop, just under a different brand name. Fourth Street Pharmacy and Barber is now a laundry mat.
You sit up straighter in your seat as you near Bo's old shop, curious to see what it is now. You thought you were dreaming when you read the name. No, it can't be.
'Chows Groceries' the illuminated sign said. You try not to get your hopes up as you stare at the sign. Perhaps it's a family member of his? Chow is also a common Chinese name, perhaps they're not related at all.
Glancing around at the other stores, this one is the only one that's still open this late at night. Curiosity getting the best of you, you park the car and enter the shop.
As soon as you step in, you felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you. The place looked completely different but the product displays are in the same spots. The candy, the flowers, the alcohol, all of them are exactly where they were when you first stepped foot all those years ago. Except the alcohol is locked away now.
You don't see any workers yet. You walk around the store, and when you reach the candy section, you can't help but smile sadly as you pick up a Snickers bar. The back door opens and you stiffen when you hear someone speak.
"Welcome in!" Two words and you already recognize that voice. All these years and you still remember. How could you ever forget a single part of him?
You turn around just as the man's back faces yours to stock up the cigarettes behind the counter. You linger as you wait for him to turn back around. You grab a snickers bar and place it on the counter. You clear your throat, catching his attention.
"Find everything a'righ-" he cuts himself off when his eyes land on you. Your breath catches in your throat. Looking at him again, you feel the same butterflies in your stomach just like you did the first time you met back in 1932.
"I'm sorry, have we met? You look oddly familar-"
"Bo" you interrupt. His eyes widen. You watch as his face contorts through different stages of emotions. He looks like he's seen a ghost when the realization finally hits him.
"Y/n?" You nod and he immediately rounds the counter to pull you into his arms. Tears fall down your face when you're engulfed in his familar scent, feeling his body against yours.
He let's out a teary laugh when he pulls away to cup your face. "I can't believe it's you."
"Me neither." You laugh. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too." He leans his forehead against yours. "So fuckin' much." His eyes stay on yours for a few seconds longer. He leans in, hesitating, before pulling away and clearing his throat. "Haven't gotten sick of these yet?" He chuckles when he glances down at the counter and picks up the snickers bar.
"As long as they keep makin' them, no." He chuckles again and scans the bar before placing it in a bag. You don't miss the way he glances down at your left hand. "You married?"
He meets your gaze as a sly grin forms, "no ma'am. You?"
You shake your head, "No sir."
He leans over the counter so that his face is inches from yours, "then get over here right fuckin' now." You round the corner and he wastes no time in grabbing your waist and pulling you close, his lips slamming onto yours.
You sigh at the familiarity of his mouth on yours. God you missed it so much. No one has ever come close to the feeling of his, to him in general. "Fuck, these lips. Been dreamin' about them every single day since that night."
You whimper against his mouth as his grip on your waist tightens before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer. "There's not a single second that's passed where I'm not thinkin' about you baby." He pulls away to cup your cheeks with earnest eyes. "I tried to look for you but I didn't know where you had gone. I couldn't find you."
You carress his cheek and he leans further into your touch. "I'm sorry Bo. But I'm here now, and I ain't leavin' you again."
His eyes shimmer in the shop lights as he stares at you with so much love. "After all these years... you're still as beautiful as the day I lost you," he says in such disbelief. He knew he missed you, but he hadn't realized how much until this very moment. With you here, in his arms. He can breathe again.
"Well I am immortal after all." You tease. He lets out a low, breathless chuckle. God did he miss you.
"No, it's not that. It's just...you." He kisses you again, longer, deeper, and with more passion than you've ever known. He lifts you onto the counter before immediately invading the space between your legs. "Lemme show you how much I missed you."
Clothes scatter around the floor of the shop. You fall apart on his tongue, while he savors your taste like a man whose been starved for a hundred years. After that, he takes you home and makes love to you all night, making up for all the times you two have been apart.
He makes you his over and over again. And he'll keep doing it as long as you both shall live, forever.
"I'm still in love with you." He says later while the two of you are laying in bed.
You look up at him with a smile and give him a soft kiss. "Me too." In that moment, it feels as if nothing had ever changed, despite everything that has.
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Bo Chow taglist: @moonlitglasspen lmk if you'd like to be added or removed :)
fav work : i would say valentine's with kylian since it was my first ever fanfic on tumblr and jude with a clingy gf go check them out
fav trope : friends to lovers, she fell first, he fell harder
wips (works in progress) : ALOT for this month till my break, aswell as a eduardo fanfic that i wanted to start working on before my spring break finishes soon. i would also wanna try out making ateez fanfics, as a kpop fan myself, and start writing for the f1 drivers VERY soon after my exams.
fav fic i've read : there's many that i loved and read but i really enjoyed talk so pretty by @/ featguler (go check em out, thanks). i've legit read so many aurèlien fanfics and i wanna write more college aus since i'm going quite soon
most underrated work: my eduardo fanfics — please i love him sm yeo.😔✌🏽
@luckycrystal @smzyyx @rosariesandangels @dexastres - so sorry for the @s (these were the only moots that i have that have written fanfics theirselves)
fav work — ooo, this is hard.. okay, i’m stuck between a chapter for a series i’ve paused on & a mini series.
chapter v, ‘burrow’s baby’ (svhtg series)
part ii, dimples of venus (doj series)
fav trope — stuck between friends to lovers, meet-cute, & forced proximity !!
wips — i participated in a game similar to this one earlier, technically they’d be listed under it there. although, i do have many many more to work on.
fav fic i’ve read — i love a TONNN of fics but nothing hits the way ‘bring your bf to work day’ by @ / bedsyandco ! pls pls check out her account, i aspire to reach her level of writing 🥹🤍
most underrated work — uhhh.. do not ask me that question as a serial self-deprecator (if that’s even a word??). jkjk, personally i believe it to be ‘it had to be you’, a tee higgins fanfic i wrote around valentine’s day.
favorite work ৻ꪆ mmm probably saddle up. it let me explore out of my writing norm and I’m forever glad that I stepped into that genre of fiction !! I would love to expand on it more as summer comes up :)
favorite trope ৻ꪆ FRIENDS TO LOVERSSS. I am a classic friends to lovers girlie through and through. also, everyone sees it but them !!
wips ৻ꪆ some cameron cade in the vault and potential ruemaddy content 🤭
favorite fic you’ve read ৻ꪆ currently an enjin ( gachiakuta ) x fem!reader fic. shoutout to kai 🙂↔️
your most underrated work ৻ꪆ umm I don’t know really. I feel like all my work gets appreciated one way or another.
favorite work definitely in his dreams. the first fic i uploaded on here, and the start to my never ending obsession with writing about tyriq lmao.
favorite trope i’m a hardcore ‘invisible string theory’ girl! i love the right place right time, always running into each other aspect of it
wips too damn many 😭 but i have like 4 drafts i’m almost finished with. (all of which are about dada/mr. withers ofc)
favorite fic you’ve read about last night by one of my fave writers @slvttyfied . top 2 and it AIN’T #2! it’s so amazingly written. i catch myself rereading it all the time
your most underrated work i appreciate the love and support i get on everything i post, so i don’t think any are underrated tbh!
tags <3. no pressure ofc! @k0niiii-blog @avoidthings @ardeneverse @girlslovejahseh
favorite work: i have so many to pick from, but my top 3 are definitely Big Mama, Behind Closed Doors, & my King Of The Fall series 🙂↕️🙂↕️
favorite trope: forbidden love or enemies to lovers!! i loveeee the tension that comes with those 🤭🤭🤭
wips (works in progress): i literally have 20 drafts 😭 buuuut, i have 12 about Tyriq & the many characters he plays, 2 about kwn, 2 about Dave East, 1 about Olandria, 1 about Serena Page, 1 about Megan Thee Stallion, & 1 about Doja Cat!! ✨
favorite fic you’ve read: literally anything written by @k0niiii-blog, @slvttyfied, @darkseidex, & @sonder-slut!! omgggg, y’all don’t understand how FERAL i get when any of them post — i immediately have to stop what i’m doing & immerse QUICKLY!! 😩
most underrated work: i feel like all of my works get the appreciation they deserve, but… Sharing Is Caring?? i don’t think y’all really got into that freak show… 🌚
Favorite work: I'm really proud of a few fics, but I will only list my top 3: Lightskin Brothaaaa, Ruined, and So, Melo Does Miss.
Favorite Trope: I love me some enemies-to-lovers or just two people pining over each other, but neither knows how to tell the other (what's that called?)
wips (works in progress): Honestly, I start series and lowkey forget about them. I have 2 Kelvin Harrison Jr. series (Illusion Vs Reality and College Life) that I need to update and finish.
Favorite fic you've read: Not Too Deep by @xoshowgrl THAT ONE FUCK ME UP TEN TIMES OVER annnnnd The Boy by @milfgyuu for all the kpop lovers out there.
Most underrated work: I think a couple of my fics are underrated because they don't reach the audience I want them to, or people don't engage with my work AND THAT'S OKAY (it's not, but I thug it out) but my MOST underrated work is FP,FP. It's AaronxKelvin (they're boy kissers). It's actually a WIP, too cause I actually wanna finish it but I wanna know what people think about it first, hence being my most underrated work. (Honorable mention being Finding Hope)
(Relax yourself girl please settle down) 𝜗ৎ black fem!reader x boyfriend 𝐶𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝐶𝑎𝑑𝑒.
Includes smut. car sex. dirty talk. kissing. fingering. (writing this pretty late so excuse any errors and the shortness of it <3)
𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘸𝘭
𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭
"You so nasty."
You hum lightly against him, agreeing, like you don’t even care to argue it. He lets out a quiet huff, shaking his head.
At first, it was just you two chilling, listening to a little bit of music. You were taking a ride, you loved being around him. He made your heart flutter....and your pussy throb.
“Ain’t even gon’ fight it, huh?" Your legs were spread, wide open as you sat in his lap. His fingers worked around your clit, feeling it lightly twitch everytime.
"Couldn't wait huh?" he says in your ear, he looks down while slowly opening your flods. You let out a soft moan, finding yourself look up to him. No you couldn't wait, you hated waiting, why wait when...he's right here? Plus, he never mind doing it. If anything… he liked it.
His eyes glance from your wet pussy to you, he hums lightly, watching your eyes lightly flutter from the feeling. He then leans in, kissing your glossed lips, smacking against them slowly. His hand never stops, he keeps circling your pussy, occasionally sliding his middle finger between your slippery folds. Cameron was always good at this, being able to make you feel comfortable, relax you, and give you the best orgasm every single time. His lips make their way down to your neck, his hand rubbing over your pussy again. His lips trail a warm path along the side of your neck, each kiss soft , sending tiny shivers running across your skin. You tilt your head back instinctively, exposing more of yourself to him, a quiet whimper escapes you, his fingers continue their teasing rhythm over your slickness.
"Hmmm-" you moan quietly against him. Cameron chuckled deep in his chest, he slowly slid one thick finger along your slit, parting your lips before pushing inside your tight pussy. You were was so wet, the sound of it softly filling the car as he sank in knuckle-deep.
"Fuck, listen to that. Your pussy suckin' me in like it can't get enough" he says watching you. You rocked against his hand, your butt grinds down into his lap. You could feel his hard dick, just wanting to spring free from his jeans. "Hmmmm pleaseeee," You let out a quiet whine.
"Take it all, just like that. You know I got you—gonna make this body shake till you can't think straight." His tone was steady, like he was stating a fact, no room for doubt as he worked your pussy over. "Think its already happening," he mutters cockily. You nodded frantically, breaths coming in short pants, your boobies heaving under your top. He hums low against you, his free hand comes sliding up to grope your boobies through the thin fabric. He gently squeezes it, still pumping his fingers in and out your pussy.
"How's that feel?" he asks, straightforward and intense, his thumb pressing firm on your clit now, making fast circles. He wanted to see you cum, he had too. Thats what he was looking for, watching you cum just from his fingers only.
You manage a breathless "Feels so good," before another moan steals your words, your body trembling under his expert care. His lips then return to yours for a deeper kiss. His tongue slips past your lips, exploring with the same feelings.
"Das my good girl" he says between kisses. He circles your clit with his thumb, the pressure feather-light at first, then just a bit firmer, coaxing another soft moan from your lips. Your eyes flutter shut, lost in the sensation, as waves of pleasure ripple through you. "Mhm, relax baby, relax," his thumb brushing over your swollen clit calming you down.
Authors note♡ - finished this in class LMAO lil bit of an addict, I'll yo back in edit laterrr, heart plssss <3
IN WHICH, your filthy rich, longtime fwb takes you on vacation for your birthday.
¡WARNINGS! smut;no plot—just fuckin’!
A/N not edited. another teddy fic ‘cause i feel like he don’t get enough love, i had to make it reallll filthy for the girls 🤭 interact please, all feedback is appreciated! and as always thank y’all for reading! 🫶🏾
you lay comfortably on your side beneath the cabana, cheek resting on your arm as you revel in the villa's breathtaking view—an infinity pool that overlooks the chittering forest below, highlighted by the skyline streaked in soft shades of blue. almost as if it had been painted by hand
suddenly the mattress dips behind you, and you already feel the heat from his eyes as they travel.
"theodore.” you warn
your lips quirk into a knowing smile but of course you don't stop him. you can't
you don’t want to.
“hmm?" he hums, placing a gentle kiss on the back of your bare thigh and another one on your ass cheek before laying beside you and steadying his hand at your waist, pulling you back into the warmth of his shirtless, toned frame.
something about the air in bali made it impossible to keep your hands off of each other. or maybe it was the many lemon drop shots you had indulged in
you'd been going at it like rabbits from the moment you landed. literally. as soon as your bags hit the floor by the front door, he had your clothes torn off right beside them. and before you knew it you were bent over the entryway table, face pressed against the wall, the both of you bellowing curses that rang out through the house as he pounded into you from behind.
and that was just six hours ago.
you’ve touched almost every surface in the place since then
"thought we agreed on a break?" you turn your head slightly with an eyebrow raised, not being able to hide the amusement in your voice and he huffs a laugh, "i don't know what you're talking about. i'm not doing anything" he shrugs, faking innocence before placing his lips on your shoulder blade, tracing up the side of your neck and latching onto your sensitive spot with a wet, open mouthed kiss
"i just can't go too long without seeing your pretty face" he then mumbles lowly into your ear, gently grazing your ear lobe with his teeth "and you know i can't keep my hands off of you, especially while you're in this" he whispers
you gasp at the feeling of his large hand traveling from your waist and slipping beneath your bikini top, groping your breast.
"teddy..the caterers will be here in any minute..." you sigh, eyes fluttering shut.
but despite the slurred protest you lean back further into his touch "that just means we gotta be quick then, hmm?" he hums
goosebumps prick your skin as his lips run along your jaw, after which he connects your mouths with a sloppy, passionate kiss, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip for an opening. evidence of the alcohol still lingering on his breath,
and heavy in his shorts.
he moans deeply into the kiss as your tongues glide in and out of each other's mouths, lips drenched with more saliva each time you retract
pulling the strings of the bikini top free in one quick motion before tossing it behind him and bringing his hand to your bare chest, giving your breast a light squeeze, then breaking away to look at you
"i swear i'll give you the world if you want it, just say the word and it's all yours" he takes his bottom lip into his mouth, blue-green eyes burning hotter than ever with lust, the liquor in his system working overtime it seems
still, you smile up at him "the word."
he chuckles softly before moving back in, hand traveling all over your body, tongues catching and strings of saliva traveling as your mouths move together hungrily
he undoes the string of your bikinis bottoms next, tossing them off of the bed as well. now you lay naked against him
you break the kiss,
“someone might hear us, see us, and the caterers—” you giggle but he just finds your lips again “girl we’re in the middle of the jungle, nobody can hear us” he says in between kisses “and you look way too good for me to give a damn who hears or sees what”
and just like that, you don’t care either.
you slide your hand around into his sandy brown hair, curling your fingers into the strands and pulling him deeper into your mouth, both of you moaning desperately, signaling for more
he fumbles with the waistband of his swim shorts to get them down his legs and hurriedly kicks them off of the bed before gripping your waist and turning you over onto your side, your back pressed against the front of his body
his favorite position to take you in.
he slides his palm beneath your thigh from behind and hoists your leg up closer to your chest, planting gentle kisses along your shoulder, "hold it up for me, baby” he murmurs and you do as told, french tips digging gently into your flesh as you keep your leg up in place
he then slips his hand to your center, thick fingers running through your slick folds before working tortuously against your clit
“fuck,” he breathes, bringing himself closer to your ear, “you want me to take you right here, don’t you?”
his wrist quickens as he taunts you. every stroke of his fingers against your pearl measured, luring you into the point he’s trying to prove. soft moans slip from your lips before you can stop them
“all of that worrying about who sees us, but you’re so fucking wet for me already” his lips move against the skin of your neck like he wants you to feel every word
“p-please” you whimper, heat thrashing wildly in the pit of your stomach from his touch.
“use your words. tell me how you want it” he grazes his teeth over your shoulder, adding pressure as he circles palm. you can barely stand it, and you know he has you right where he wants you.
but you fall in anyway.
“just give it to me, teddy” you whine
and with that came a bass-filled, appeased chuckle that sends vibrations through your whole body, and straight to your growing heat.
“that’s my girl”
he hooks his arm beneath your thigh from behind to pin it up as his thick, curved length slips along your slit once, twice, coating himself in your slick. you press your lips together to cage the moan that threatened to escape
now you feel the pressure of his tip as he slowly breaches your sticky entrance, "shit, (Y/N)" he shudders
his shaky breaths are warm against the skin of your back as he starts again, slowly circling his hips up into you from the side, working himself further into your warmth with each stroke
you both gasp once he fills you up completely, "ohh fuck-" you curse, grabbing ahold of his arm to steady yourself as he speeds his pace digging into your sopping insides with stark precision, each stroke deeper than the last. as if he’s trying to weld himself to you
“i’m so deep in this pussy, you feel so fucking good— mmmm” he purrs breathily into your ear, choking on a moan, trying to stop it from tearing through
you bury your face into the pillow, your moans muffled into the cushion as he churns into the wetness of your pussy, emitting a symphony of gummy, wet sounds. tears welling hot and fast at the sensation
“mhmm, you love that shit huh? talk to me, princess” he grunts “i wanna hear you say it’s mine” he growls into your ear, bucking his hips up harder into you. the force of his thrusts makes your whole body jolt on impact
“say it right fucking now. don’t make me tell you again” he says through gritted teeth, choking back another moan that pitches deep in his throat, his grip beneath your thigh tightening.
“it’s all yours teddy i swear!” a broken sob erupts from your mouth, “all fucking mine, and you better not ever give my shit away, you understand?” he plunges right into your sweet spot, just enough to draw a gasp from you
“ohmygosh yes!” you cry out, throwing your head back into his shoulder
in one swift motion, quicker than you can even comprehend he has you flat on your back, both legs hiked over his shoulders as he rolls his hips roughly into you, ripples of pleasure coursing through your body like a violent wave, your pussy squelching and dripping with each stroke
“my pretty girl,” he’s fixating on your pouty face as he fucks you deeper, digging into every crevice of your syrupy insides he can find “you always look so perfect taking this dick” he moans before lowering himself on top of you and slithering his tongue into your mouth. kissing you slow and filthy
you moan into the kiss, “s-shit teddy i’m s-so close” your hands fly to his muscly arms to anchor yourself, nails sinking into his flesh. heat coiling tighter in your gut.
“yeah? you gonna cum for me? hmm?” he whispers against your lips, pounding so hard the sounds of your skin slapping cuts through the air
sparks begin festering at your core, sharp and electric. tears stream down your cheeks as the penetration becomes too much for you to take
“nnnggghhh yes!—” you gasp for air, eyes rolling as you toss your head back into the mattress, squirming further up the bed.
he lifts himself up and yanks you back down by your waist before he brings both hands under your thighs, pushing them as far forward as they can go to pin you in place
“don’t fucking move. take that shit,” he takes his bottom lip into his mouth, “all of it.” his eyebrows knitted together, drilling every inch into you mercilessly. knocking the wind out of you with each stroke “you’re doing so good baby,” he cooes
and then as if being pulled, the knot in your stomach snaps free and fireworks erupt
“teddy— ohhh fuckk i'm gonna cu—
a thunderous moan rips through your throat, rising from deep in the pit of your stomach, echoing into the air. your fingers grapple the sheets beneath you, spasms taking over your whole body and your vision is blurred with tears that won’t stop welling
“mhmm just like that baby, give it to me, good girl” you whimper as he talks you through your orgasm, coming right behind you. a mixture of your slick and cream plastered on his stomach and pelvis as evidence of your pleasure
“pussy soaking wet” he hisses, the muscles in his abs twitch as he inches closer
you feel him begin to throb inside of you, jaw falling slack as he slows his strokes. you wrap your hand around his neck bringing his face to yours,
“cum in me teddy” you whisper against his parted lips before tilting his jaw and running your tongue along the crease where his neck meets, trailing to his ear “you make me feel so good, you deserve it baby”
“oohh shitt-
his whole body jerks. he brings his lips to yours, eyes fluttering as he kisses you sloppily. "i love you s-so f-fucking— a deep, choked moan escapes from his throat into your mouth, thrusts faltering
he jolts uncontrollably before bucking his hips once more to submerge himself deep into your walls, gasping and whimpering as he empties his load inside of you. his warm seed fills you up to the brim, excess spilling from your center down your thighs and staining the cushion beneath you.
you’re so drunk on sex that you aren’t even thinking too hard about him saying the L word.
Summary: Michael and his new fucking cologne. It might kill someone. It’ll definitely kill your vagina.
Pairing: Michael B. Jordan x Feral!Reader
WARNINGS: smut!!!!! hair pulling, spit, spanking, public sex, oral (m+f receiving), slight overstimulation. excuse errors!! i edited on my phone
in case you were wondering where i’ve been for a month…
You don’t notice it right away; when you first step through the door, cheeks flushed from the laughter still echoing off your lips, heels clicking gently on the hardwood. Not even when Michael’s deep voice calls out a casual, “Hey baby,” from somewhere in the kitchen, where you hear the gentle clink of ice settling in lowball glasses.
It’s subtle at first… but then it hits you.
Not like a slap. No. More like a slow drag of silk along the skin, warm and smoky, curling through the air and pulling. There’s a richness to it, something dark and magnetic beneath the top note you can’t quite place. Something downright sinful and so overwhelming that your knees almost buckle.
You blink once, then again, that’ll settle whatever the fuck your body just did in response to that scent.
That’s new.
Your friends trail in behind you with the easy chaos of post-dinner tipsiness, none of them seeming to notice the way your breath just stalled in your throat.
You try to shake it off. Try to stay cool. “Y’all can make yourselves at home,” you call over your shoulder, forcing a little laugh into your voice, even as your spine straightens and your pulse stutters like it just skipped a beat. “I think he made drinks.”
Michael rounds the corner from the kitchen just then, glass in hand, sleeves pushed up, beard shaped to perfection, and…oh, hell. You feel it all the way down.
Your clit pulses on instinct.
It doesn’t even matter what he’s wearing — just a fitted black tee and sweats that cling to the curve of his hips — but your whole body sways slightly like you’re being pulled forward on a leash. Your eyes flicker up to meet his and of course, he fucking knows.
One side of his mouth twitches, a barely-there smirk, cocky and warm and knowing. And that’s when you realize this man has set you up.
“You change your cologne?” you ask lightly, clearing your throat, head tilted like you’re not already half-feral and shifting your weight just so to quiet the throb between your thighs.
“Mmhm.” He sips his drink and leans a shoulder against the wall like he’s not wreaking absolute havoc on your body just by standing there. “Came today. Figured I’d try it while you were out. See how it settles.”
Oh, it’s settling alright. Right in your bloodstream. Against your G-spot. In your brain stem.
But you just nod, dragging your gaze away and making your way to the couch. “It’s nice. Real…grown.” You shrug. “Sophisticated.”
Tati throws herself dramatically into a chair. “Girl, you good? You got quiet.”
“Yeah,” you lie, tucking your legs under yourself as if you’re not soaking through your panties. “Just tired.”
Except you’re not. You’re overstimulated, your nerve endings are singing, and all because that damn cologne is clouding every corner of your brain.
Lex is halfway through asking about dessert when you cut her off with a sweet smile and a stretch. “Actually, y’all, I might call it early. Got a long day tomorrow. And…Michael looks like he wants some one-on-one time.”
Michael blinks once, slow. He doesn’t say a word. Just watches.
Tati squints at you. “You just said we could stay for a nightcap.”
You nod. “I did. But then my man hit me with that scent and now I need y’all to leave.”
Kris cackles. “I knew it. I knew you looked like you were about to slide down the wall.”
But you’re already on your feet, ushering them up, tossing them their purses with one hand and opening the door with the other.
“Love y’all. Text me when you’re at the hotel. Don’t let the door hit you. Kisses all around.”
The second it shuts behind them, silence blankets the space like a heavy curtain.
Michael’s still standing there, barely moving, watching you with that unreadable expression. His glass is still half-full.
You breathe in again and it practically burns through your chest. “What is that?”
He smiles slow, lazy, like a man with all the time in the world. “Just something new.”
“It’s evil,” you mutter, already walking toward him. “It’s a weapon. You bought that cologne just to ruin my life.”
“Maybe.” He shrugs. “You like it?”
Your hand slides up the front of his chest, fingers curling in the collar of his shirt. Your voice dips to a whisper, trembling and low. “I’m about to get on my knees just to breathe you in properly.”
Michael hums, glass forgotten as his hands find your waist. “Then do it.”
Your mouth opens… Closes… Then opens again. No sound comes out at first because you’re too busy reeling, spinning, from the way he smells, the heat of his chest under your palm, the smirk playing on his lips like he’s got you strung up on puppet strings.
“I’m not playin’ with you tonight, Kari,” you mumble, fingers balling into fists. “I’m serious.”
“You think I’m playin’?”
His voice is low and heavy, dragging across your skin like velvet soaked in bourbon. And he smells unholy. Expensive, deep, warm… like the kind of scent that belongs in sin and silk sheets and locked doors.
You tug him down by his collar, just enough to brush your lips over his jaw. Just a taste, enough to let it burn across your tongue.
“Bedroom,” you breathe against his skin.
He pulls back, eyes dark with something smug, something territorial. “Already?”
“I told the girls I was tired, remember?”
Michael’s fingers slip down your waist. “You don’t look like you’re tired yet.”
You don’t even feel your feet move upstairs, every thought clouded by that fucking cologne. Your back hits the bedroom door and he follows like a storm, drinking glasses long forgotten, his scent soaking the air.
“Take it off,” you whisper.
He tilts his head. “Take what off?”
“That shirt. Before I rip it.”
Michael raises a brow like is that a threat or a promise, but obliges. He peels it slowly, arms flexing, abs catching the warm light from the hallway, and tosses the shirt somewhere over your shoulder.
You don’t even look where it lands — you’re too busy licking your lips.
You step forward, hands dragging down his torso, nose grazing his chest just to inhale again. You moan without meaning to, like a reflex, like your body can’t even process how feral this cologne has made you.
“I can’t think,” you whisper, dragging your lips down the center of his chest, tongue flicking against his sternum. “It’s in my fucking brain.”
He watches you drop to your knees, burying your face in his abdomen and just breathing.
When you look up, pupils blown, hands trembling as they find the waistband of his sweats, your voice is hoarse with greed. “Please let me suck your dick.”
Michael’s jaw flexes. He nods once, low, controlled. “C’mon then.”
You drag his sweats down with shaky fingers, lips parted, moaning again when the scent deepens and mixes with his skin and his sweat and the weight of him in your palm. You don’t even bring your mouth to him yet; just stroke him slowly, twisting at the tip, watching him throb in your hand while you press your nose right against the crease of his thigh and whimper.
“You’re outta your mind,” he mutters, voice gone gravel-thick. “You just needed a reason, huh?”
You mumble out a pitiful “mhm”, licking a stripe along the side of his shaft.
Michael groans loud, fist bracing the wall above your head as your mouth stretches around him, lips shaking as you sink down slow, greedy, nose brushing his stomach. You hum and moan around him, lost to it. Not just sucking him off, but like you’re trying to breathe him in, swallow his soul, imprint him in your fucking lungs.
And that damn cologne is making it worse.
Michael’s hips twitch. His eyes roll back. He’s trying to talk but it’s coming out broken. “You’re gonna make me — fuck, baby — you want me to cum already?”
You nod with his dick in your throat, gagging around him.
You don’t stop. Not even when spit is dripping from your chin, puddling into the fabric of your dress. Not even when he’s panting above you, whispering curses, calloused hands fisted in your hair.
You suck harder, sinking onto him deeper, as if that were possible, clamoring to feel him in your sternum.
He finally yanks you off by the back of your head, thumb swiping your soaked bottom lip, eyes wild. “You’re not tired yet?”
You shake your head. “I don’t even need sleep anymore.”
He laughs hard, utterly breathless. “Oh you’re gone,” he says, voice coated in disbelief. “You’re gone. What the fuck did that cologne do to you?”
You stand then, hand wrapping around his wrist. You tug at his hand, crawling back toward the bed.
Michael doesn’t even let you settle all the way onto the bed.
You crawl back, trying to catch your breath, but the scent of his cologne follows you like smoke. Still clinging to his skin, his breath, the air around you. You try to focus, try to speak, but it’s like your brain is underwater and all you can feel is want.
“On your back,” he orders, voice low and mean now. “Legs up.”
You flinch at the tone of his command but obey anyway.
“Good girl,” he groans as you scramble to get your outfit off — hands fumbling, tugging the thin straps of your dress down your shoulders while your breath saws uneven in your chest. “You wore this little dress out with the girls like I wasn’t gonna see it? Hm? Titties just out and on display.”
“I-I didn’t think—”
He cuts you off with a look. “Don’t lie to me.”
You freeze. Then whisper, “I wanted you to see.”
He smirks. “Yeah? You wanted me hard all day, waiting for you to get home, just so I could take you apart?”
You nod helplessly, already spreading your legs for him, already dripping.
Michael drops to his knees at the edge of the bed and pulls you down toward him with one strong arm hooked behind your thighs. His face dips low and that scent rolls off his neck again, thick and concentrated now, and it wrecks you.
Your whole body jolts.
“I’ve had you this worked up since you walked in the door. Can’t even think straight, can you?”
“No,” you gasp, fingers tangling in the sheets as his tongue licks a slow stripe from your opening to your clit. “Michael—fuck—”
He moans into you like he’s drunk off the taste, spitting and lapping and spreading your lips with his thumbs and goes deeper, tongue fucking you slow and mean, letting you grind against his face like he’s got nowhere else to be.
“Nah. Don’t you run from it.” He grunts against your clit, “Take it like a good girl. Smell my cologne while I eat this pretty pussy.”
He reaches up, palms your throat while he eats you out, squeezes just enough to make your head buzz and your eyes roll. You start to shake, thighs clenching around his ears, and he just laughs into your pussy like the sick bastard he is.
“Go ahead. Black out if you want to.”
You do… just for a second. The pleasure spikes white-hot and your scream punches straight from your chest before your body sags, twitching. You barely register him climbing onto the bed, yanking your hips up, lining himself up behind you.
“You’re not done.” He demands like a punishment. And then he eases in with a stroke that knocks the breath from your lungs and leaves your eyes wide, mouth open, silent.
“Where’s all that noise now?” he hisses into your ear. “You were begging to get ruined. What happened?”
He fucks into you hard and mean, his hips slapping against your ass. The other wraps in your hair, jerking your head so he can spit into your open mouth, his own lips brushing your cheek. “Swallow it.”
You do, fully incoherent now, mewling, clawing at the sheets.
His cologne is in your nose, your tongue, your brain. It’s like it seeped under your skin and now you’re his, nothing but nerves and gasps and need.
He grabs your jaw, tilting your head so you’re forced to look at him. “Say thank you.”
You choke out, “Th-thank you—fuck, Daddy—thank you.”
Michael growls out a real, chest-deep sound. He fucks you so hard the bed creaks, the headboard slamming angrily against the wall. You yelp, but he doesn’t stop. He adjusts, hikes your hips up higher, and goes deeper.
“Open your mouth,” he pants. “Let me see how far gone you are.”
Your tongue falls out, drool smeared across your chin. You can’t even form words.
He pulls out, flips you over, and slides back in from behind — his hand around your throat again, forcing you to bow your back, the scent of him surrounding you like a drug. “There she is. Lemme tire that pussy out.”
You black out again when you cum, your vision goes white. Your hands fist the sheets, gripping like you’ll fall off the planet if you let go.
And even after, when he kisses you through your tears and lays you flat against the torn sheets, you’re still shaking. Still whining for him, even as your body tries to shut down from overstimulation.
Michael brushes your hair back, chuckles low, and presses a kiss to your temple.
“You’re gonna ask what it was tomorrow,” he murmurs. “You’re gonna ask what cologne this is like it wasn’t laced with crack.”
You hum weakly, lips parted, breath gone. “I’m gonna burn every other bottle you own.”
He grins. “Good.”
—
Sunlight slips through the curtains in gold ribbons, warming the edge of the duvet, filtering across tangled limbs and damp sheets that still smell like sex and sweat and him.
You don’t want to move.
Your body is fully wrecked. Every inch of you aches in the best, filthiest way, like you’ve been broken open and rearranged. Your legs are tangled with Michael’s beneath the covers, and his hand is still resting on the curve of your ass, like he fell asleep claiming it.
He stirs first, nuzzling into your neck, and presses a soft kiss to your jaw like last night didn’t happen. Like he didn’t just do deeply unspeakable things to you with his scent as the weapon of choice. “You awake?” he rasps, voice heavy with sleep.
You hum. “Barely.”
He grins into your skin. “You good?”
“Can’t feel my legs.”
Another kiss. Smug. “So that’s a yes.”
You groan as he rolls out of bed, stretching those ridiculous arms overhead before disappearing into the bathroom. You hear the shower turn on, the sound of water cascading onto tile. For a second, you think about moving.
But your bones are liquid.
Still, the promise of hot water and his hands massaging lotion onto your skin pulls you upright with a hiss. You pad into the bathroom slowly, and he looks over his shoulder when you open the glass door.
“Morning, pretty girl,” he says, pulling you in. “Still feral?”
You grumble. “I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
And he’s smiling bright. Like he didn’t fuck you senseless, proud of the damage he inflicted. And truly, you’d let him get away with it because his hands are so gentle right now. Rinsing you off and kissing your shoulder while steam wraps around both of you like silk.
By the time you’re dried off and moisturized, dressed in something cute and brunch-worthy, your muscles are a little looser, your brain a little less scrambled. He’s pulling on jeans, a white tee, his watch. You sit at the edge of the bed slipping on your sandals when you hear the faint pssst-pssst.
You freeze in your tracks.
Michael turns, confused. “What?”
Your eyes narrow, sniffing once, then again. And that same warm, smoky, deliciously unholy scent curls under your nose and claws its way through your chest.
You actually gasp.
He raises a brow. “What’s your problem?”
“My—” You stand abruptly. “You’re my problem.”
Michael stares. “What the hell did I do?”
“You sprayed that cologne again!”
“…yeah? And?”
You march up to him, completely unhinged. “You and that cologne and the way you just…exist. You’re banned from wearing that unless I have a clear schedule and a safe word.”
Michael blinks, then smirks. “You mean the cologne that made you black out last night?”
You whimper. “Don’t talk about it.”
“I shouldn’t talk about how you were shaking on my face?”
You throw your head back and groan. “Oh my god, Michael—”
“Or the way you gave me head like you were addicted to my—”
“Sir!”
He laughs and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close until your nose is in the curve of his neck. You inhale on instinct and moan. Audibly.
“Jesus Christ,” you whisper against his skin. “I’m gonna hump your leg like a dog.”
“We’re going to brunch.”
“Well I’m not gonna make it to brunch!”
Michael leans back just enough to look at you, smug and smugger. “You want me to change?”
You pause. “Yes.”
He starts walking toward the closet. “Okay.”
“Wait. No,” you whimper, following him. “Actually… y’know what? Yeah. No. Don’t.”
He cackles. “So which is it?”
“I hate you.”
“You said that already.”
“And I meant it.”
He kisses your forehead and turns to grab his wallet and keys, ushering you downstairs. “You gonna act normal at brunch or am I gonna have to carry you out?”
You narrow your eyes. “Don’t tempt me.”
Michael opens the door for you, still smirking stupidly as you walk by. “I wore this for you, baby.”
You follow him out with a huff, muttering under your breath. “I hope you get jumped by a pack of women who think you’re single.”
He just laughs.
——
The brunch spot is warm and buzzing, all soft sunlight and the low clatter of plates. You should be relaxed. The restaurant’s full of good vibes, mimosas, and waffles. But instead… you’re vibrating in your seat like a bottle of shaken soda. Barely capped and about to burst.
Michael’s sitting next to you in the booth instead of across, because he’s annoying like that and certainly wants you to suffer, and the second his thigh brushes yours, you damn near jump out of your seat.
He notices. “Oh, we're still sensitive this morning?” he murmurs, smirking over the rim of his water glass.
You glare at him. “Don’t talk to me.”
“I’m just existing, having a nice brunch with my lady,” he replies smoothly, cutting into his chicken and waffles like he’s not a walking, smirking, scented crime against humanity. “You did say you didn’t want me to change.”
You look at him.. like, really look at him.
Beard clean, brows perfect and resting contentedly as he chews slow. He wets his lips, licking syrup off the corner of his mouth because he knows you’re watching.
And he smells so fucking good.
That cologne is in your lungs, winding around your spine. Every time he shifts, it stirs the air and you catch another wave of it — and it’s like brown liquor in the back of a velvet-draped lounge.
You cross your legs under the table. Tight.
Michael notices that too. “Oh,” he says, feigning surprise. “We crossed the legs. That’s strike one.”
You stab your fork into your potatoes.
He leans in close enough for you to hear him exhale through his nose. Close enough for the scent of his neck to sucker punch your ovaries again. You swear the air gets thicker when he speaks. “What’s wrong, mama?”
Your jaw clenches. “I’m gonna flip the fucking table.”
Michael hums in amusement. His hand finds your thigh under the table and rests there, his warm, intentional, thumb tracing lazy circles too close to dangerous territory.
“Mmhm,” he says. “I knew you weren’t tired.”
“Michael,” you hiss, but it comes out desperate. “Please stop.”
“Stop what?” He’s full-on teasing now, voice low and cruel and playful. That scent is driving a nail into the center of your body and twisting. You’re throbbing, clenching, borderline panting. You haven’t even touched your food.
“You don’t even realize what you’re doing,” you whisper.
“Oh honey,” He leans in until his lips brush the shell of your ear. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”
Your hands grip the edge of the table. You look down and exhale, trying to regulate your breath, trying to see straight.
Michael chuckles and sits back. “Eat your food, baby.”
Oh, but you can’t. You’re done for.
By the time the waiter comes to clear the plates, Michael’s finished his entire meal and your food is practically untouched. You’ve been squirming in silence, pressing your thighs together, biting your bottom lip until it’s red and swollen.
And he’s been enjoying every second. “You ready to go?” he asks sweetly, kissing your cheek.
You nod.
He tips well, slides out of the booth with an exaggerated stretch, then reaches for your hand. You grab it but don’t say a word until you’re out of the restaurant and halfway to the car.
Then you stop walking. “Get in the car,” you grunt out.
Michael blinks. “What?”
You grab his shirt and haul him close, voice shaking. “Get in the car, Michael. I’m not gonna make it to the house.”
His brows lift. “You tryna act up in public?”
“I will ride you on the sidewalk if I have to.”
Michael swallows. You see his jaw tick.
And then he grins. “Oh, so I’m the problem?”
“You’ve been the problem!” you whisper-shout, shoving him toward the car. “You did this to yourself.”
He unlocks the doors without breaking eye contact. “Backseat or passenger?”
You don’t answer. And you don’t even remember who opened the back door. Might’ve been him, might’ve been you.
Michael’s back hits the leather and you’re on him, straddling his thighs, grinding your hips down, clawing at his shirt like it personally offended you. The scent of that cologne is even stronger now, locked in the car with you, hot and swirling and obscene.
“You still smell like sex,” you hiss, dragging your tongue up his throat. “You still smell like last night.”
He groans, thick and low in your ear. “You didn’t get enough?”
“I couldn’t even get breakfast,” you snarl, yanking your panties to the side.
Michael laughs, but it dies on his tongue when you reach down, free his dick, and sink down on him in one long slide.
“Fuuuuck—” he grits out, grabbing your waist with both hands. “You still this wet for me?”
“You’re still wearing that fucking cologne,” you growl. “What the fuck did you expect?”
He watches your face, your eyes fluttering, your mouth falling open, then shifts, rocking up into you with a slow, deep roll of his hips.
“You wanted me to ruin you,” he murmurs, voice like molasses, like thunder. “Now look at you. Actin’ stupid and gettin’ fucked in a parking lot.”
You ride him like your life depends on it, like brunch was never an option, like his cologne is poison and the only antidote is taking his dick raw in the back of his car with the doors unlocked.
And it’s obscene — the wet and filthy slap of skin-on-skin, your moans, his cursing. The squeak of leather, windows fogging.
Horny ghosts and peeping Toms would be impressed.
Michael leans back just slightly and lets you grind on him faster, harder. He watches the way your nails dig into his shoulders. The way you pant when your clit catches just right. The way your body clings to his like you’ll never be full enough.
He unclasps your bra, exposing your tits. He takes your nipple in his mouth while his thumb finds your clit.
“You don’t even care where we are,” he mutters, tongue flicking. “You just needed it that bad?”
“Michael, shut the fuck up, I swear,” you gasp. “I’m fighting for my life right now.”
He chuckles through a moan and grips your ass, bouncing you harder.
You slap your palm against the window to steady yourself, forehead pressed to his, eyes rolling back. “Fuck! I hate you so fucking much.”
Michael snarls and snaps his hips up, dragging a scream out of you.
“Shitshitshit I’m gonna cum,” you whimper. “I’m gonna fucking die in this backseat.”
He fucks you through it, through the first orgasm and into another wave, like he’s trying to kill you with pleasure. His thumb never leaves your clit as he rubs ferocious circles into your skin. His mouth is on your throat, licking and sucking and biting, his scent everywhere, and your body is convulsing around him like a prayer.
You cum twice before he even finishes.
And when he does, it’s with a groan punched straight from his chest, hips jerking, arms locked around you so tight you can’t move. You feel him spill inside, thick and hot, and your eyes roll back like you’re possessed.
It’s silent after, save for the sound of your breath and the beat of your heart in your ears.
Michael drags his nose along your cheek, voice smug and syrupy. “Now you ready to go home?”
You blink, dazed and boneless. “…You still smell like it.”
He grins. “Want me to keep it on while you nap?”
“I want you to burn the bottle.”
He kisses your neck. “No you don’t.”
The car ride back is silent. Not the awkward kind, just the wrecked kind.
You’re stretched out in the passenger seat, thighs still trembling, panties missing (you think they’re somewhere in the backseat), your dress haphazardly tugged back into place like it’ll fool anyone.
It won’t.
Michael’s driving like a man on a mission, one hand on the wheel, the other resting low on your thigh, fingers trailing light and lazy patterns against your skin.
Every few seconds, he glances over at you, grinning. “You good?”
You scowl. “No. I’m still mad at you.”
“For what?”
“You ruined brunch.”
He shrugs. “You ruined brunch. I was minding my business.”
“You wore that demonic scent and then sat next to me like everything was fine!”
He smirks. “I was being sweet.”
“You instigated me!”
He squeezes your thigh. “You weren’t complaining twenty minutes ago.”
You go quiet. Because the memory is still fresh, his scent heavy in your lungs, his cum dripping down your thighs, your voice bouncing off the car windows as you begged him not to stop.
You glance at him, flushed. “The girls are gonna have a field day with this.”
Happy Black History to all of the black writers, authors, bloggers, and readers on here. Never ever forget that being black is the most beautiful thing, our skin is rich in melanin and gold, never be ashamed. BE BLACK AND BE PROUD BABIES
hi hiiii thank u for the tag 💞 I was also tagged by @abbottsdarling and @iristheplanet16 so i'll bundle it here (ty for tagging me ily guys💗)
last book: the bluest eye by toni morrison
last song: wait by maroon 5
last movie: 100 nights of hero (dir. Julia Jackman)
last series: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
salty or sweet: salty... i'm such a savoury sweetheart nowadays it's crazy
coffee or tea: tea. always
working on: i'm trying to get through all the hobbies I've bought supplies for so rn i'm gearing up to finally learn how to crochet hehe
tagging (no pressure, and feel free to skip if you've done it already)
• Coffee or Tea: tea. I don’t drink coffee that much but I do like both.
• Working on: a Cameron Cade mini series called That’s Me Right There (inspired by the song by Jasmine V. Along with the topic, or plot rather, of ‘you were ugly when you were younger. Now you’re hot.’🤣)
Tagging these lovely peeps: @tallulahchanel @k0niiii-blog @blkwriters @destinio1 @melinda-january
Last Book: “A Good Prisoner” by greenflowerpot shout out to dramione!
Last Song: “Reflections” by The Neighborhood
Last Movie: “Harry Potter Prisoner of Azkaban”
Last Series: “Bridgerton”
Salty or Sweet: Sweet
Coffee or Tea: Tea I love me a sweet tea from McDonalds
Working on: My current series called “Within Arm’s Reach” it is a Tyriq Withers Bodyguard AU if you haven’t already check it out on my blog part 1 is out 🫶🏾
Tagging @yourleogf @shellyyy177 @the1miscief @scarelttrose @bamb1ss @melinatedlifeline (no pressure, feel free to skip if done!)
last book: the death of vivek oji by akwaeke emezi
last song: unplanned by clara la san
last movie: pitch perfect
last series: outlander
salty or sweet: salty
coffee or tea: coffee
working on: first and foremost, teaching myself how to crochet! lol. also a few one-shots i have in my drafts, and finishing this finale for the ‘bout mine’ series !
tagging: @henneseyhoe @v4mpdxllzz @yourleogf @fairykayy @becauseimswagman1 @btchimthequeenn (no pressure!!)
Thank you for the tag!!!!! I appreciate it a lot!!
Last book: Half Bad by Sally Green
Last song: On My Youth by Wayv (English version)
Last movie: The Black Phone 2
Last series: Charmed
Salty or sweet: salty
Coffee or tea: both (but specifics? Cold coffee and hot tea)
Working on: The "What Are We?" Fic, I STILL dont have a leading man for (pls help). "Finding Hope" which is a crossover vampire fic with kpop group XLOV member Wumuti and Interview With a Vampires own Louis de Point du Lac.
