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KISSIN’ • YOU
modern!au annie x dom!fem reader
summary: annie’s having a difficult time giving in to her submissive desires, but her lover makes sure she knows exactly how to behave.
cw: smut, sub!annie, car!sex, dumbification, strap!sucking, orgasm!denial, pure filth, alcohol, mentions of drug use (weed), no “y/n” usage
a/n: @blackdoves wanted this, and i aim to pleasee. sorry it took so long. i went to the cowboy carter tour houston night one!!! so i been trying to recover. hoping to have PAPA’S HERE part six out soon!
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The night club lights were beaming over the entire room, flashing bright greens and purples across the walls and hot bodies. The loud music reverberated across the floor, rumbling under dancing feet.
You watched from your spot in the VIP section as Annie and her friends danced on each other. A circle surrounded them while Annie grinded her hips into her friend Pearline. Dress riding up around her thick thighs with no remorse.
As you observed her, sipping a stout glass of Crown Royal with a large ice cube in it, you drank in the view. Annie wore lime green—a color she knew you adored on her. The way a bright color wrapped around her rich skin made your body flutter with arousal. Annie’s brown body shimmered with a mixture of gold body glitter and sweat from dancing erratically.
You and Annie weren’t official. Yet.
Y’all had both been playing around: texting in the wee hours of the night, sharing a lip gloss covered blunt under the cover of the moon, and fucking each other like your lives depended on it. She’d wound herself around your heart, though you hated to admit how much you craved her. You liked playing things cool, but you’d so easily fell into your role in her life. You committed yourself to her pleasure—inside the bedroom and out of it.
If she’d had a bad day at work, you’d cook her dinner and have a bath drawn. If she was too busy to take a lunch break, you’d have her favorite meal delivered along with a bouquet of flowers. If she wanted to have fun, you’d plan the most elaborate day of events. If she wanted to chill and be up under you, you’d set out snacks, games, and movies for a nice day in.
Annie’s happiness is what you craved. And that definitely translated to her sexual desires as well.
“You just gon’ stare at the girl all night, or are you gonna get her,” one of your friends laughed at your gaping eyes. The moment you saw her walk in, the only thing you could focus on was that tight dress and lush brown skin. You’d neglected your friends, but they all knew what Annie did to you. It was as clear as day and hard not to notice the change in you. How you’d gone from a girl who ‘didn’t do’ relationships and transformed into whatever you and Annie had going on.
She had made you a lover girl, much to your own dismay.
Her reverent energy and charging smile called to you, even when she didn’t know that you were in the room. It was like the only person you could see clearly was her. Everyone else was a mess of blurs and muddled features.
You got up from your seat without saying a word in response to your friends questions. You threw the rest of your drink back and walked down the winding steps, making your way to the center of the dance floor. The air swirled hot and sweaty. The music bounced off the dark walls. And there she was.
Annie stayed dancing—in her own world and unconcerned with anyone else in the room, but Annie's friends saw you coming. Shocked eyes and smirking smiles graced their faces as they tried to push down the surprise of seeing you. You'd put your index finger to your lips to signal that you wanted to sneak up on your girl.
Annie bent over with an arch in her back, twerking on Pearline and making her catch it. Just as you rounded the group, standing behind the unassuming Annie, Pearline stepped to the side and let you take your rightful place.
Annie immediately felt the difference in the pelvis that was pressed against her. Your hands molded firm and possessive into her waist in an attempt to force her grind. She looked forward at her friends who just laughed with delight. You could only see the back of her head, but you could imagine her expression: eyes wide, eyebrows taut, lips agape.
Before Annie could turn and see who was behind her, you wrapped a hand around the front of her throat. You pulled her back to land flush against your pounding chest, not missing a beat.
A small gasp and whimper escaped her glossed lips and her eyes flickered shut.
"You just let anyone touch on you like this, Beloved?"
Annie moaned. Head pointed toward the ceiling. Mouth wide open. Lights glinting across her skin.
"Of course not, baby," she whined, winding her hips against you again—motions more expressive now that she knew for sure who you were. She placed a heavy hand at the nape of your neck to pull you closer to her. She craved your closeness.
"Chile," Pearline laughed, looking between Mary and Grace, "I need to go home to my man so he can have my body hummin' like that."
Annie glared at them as they talked about her like she couldn't hear them. She wasn't ashamed of how submissive you made her, but you were the only one who had ever brought it out of her. She was still getting used to giving up control and just letting herself feel good. And now her friends were seeing, on full display, how her body reacted to you.
“You could have fooled me, suga',” you reprimanded in reference to Annie's earlier statement. Your grip held strong on her neck and waist. "You ain't even know I was here. How I'm 'posed to know that you ain't lettin' every nigga touch what's mine?"
Annie's hand squeezed your wrist that held her by her throat as she turned around in your hold. Placing one hand on your hip and the other behind your head, Annie kept up her dancing. She trailed kisses down the length of your neck while her chest pressed into yours.
You could feel the excitement coursing through her. Your body reacted the same way, arousal bouncing off of you.
"Let me make it up to you, baby," Annie licked the shell of your ear. Her hand that was around your hip moved up your body. She groped you and squeezed your breasts, not giving a damn about who saw or how her friends cackled at the show. Her hand wrapped around the base of your throat without hesitation, but you quickly clasped her wrist in a firm embrace.
You shot your eyes open at her, glaring at her defiance and attempt to gain control. She knew you wasn’t going for no shit like that. No matter how much you had to drink tonight. No matter how much you loved the tightness of that lime green dress she wore. No matter how good her lips felt against your hot skin.
"Go get yo’ shit, mama," you groaned into her ear, smacking her ass. “You got some makin’ up to do.” You chuckled as Annie stumbled on shaky legs before walking back to the VIP section to get your own things. Behind you, all you could hear was hoopin’ and hollerin’ from Annie’s gang of friends.
“Honey, I’m prayin’ for you!”
“She finna wear yo’ ass out!”
“Let me go call Sammie, ‘cause I need that!!”
"I'm sorry, baby," Annie whined, reaching over the center console of your car to grab your thigh. You had been quiet since you escorted her out of the club, trying to decide how you wanted to deal with her tonight. You liked taking your time, working her body up real nice and slow-like and then letting her crash. But you also adored fucking her into the mattress and having her scream her pleas obscenely. With the way she was dancing and letting everyone gawk at her like she didn't belong to you, you were definitely gunning for the second option.
You weren't mad at her though. You loved when she flaunted her body because you knew you were the only one she’d give anything to. Your girl is sexy, and she deserves to feel sexy at any and every time of the day. Despite this, you'd still play into her remorseful energy. It was sure to bring a night full of fun.
"I don’t know why you try to take control, Beloved,” you chastised, turning your nose up at the way she whimpered next to you. “You love bein’ mine. You love when I’m fuckin’ you like you owe me something. You love bein’ put into tough positions ‘cause you know I can handle all of you when other niggas can’t, but then you go and do stupid shit.”
“Please, baby,” she moaned, slipping your name between each gasp of breath she took. He body was on fire. The golden hue of the streetlights passed over her heaving chest as you drove. You tried to keep your eyes on the road, but when Annie began bucking her hips into the seat, you couldn’t help but to give her a side eye.
“You’re such a fuckin’ slut,” you barked, but your words were full of approval. You loved her needy and wanting. “You gon’ fuck up my seats doin’ all that,” you moaned as her hands trailed over her breast and thighs.
“I need you, baby,” she groaned, back arched off the seat. Her fingers lightly dragged underneath her short dress, and you could only imagine the wetness she met just before she let out a jaw-clinching gasp.
"Cut that out," you groaned, teeth grinding against each other as you sharply turned your eyes away.
"But I need it," she cried out, hands now moving at a slow and steady pace under her dress. You couldn’t see anything and it caused you to ache. Her pleasing tone only heightened your feelings of arousal as she called out, "I need you."
You turned the wheel swiftly at the first sight of an empty and dark parking lot. The need in her voice made you go so crazy that you couldn't wait until you arrived home. You needed her here—right now and in the backseat of your car.
When you threw the gear shift into park, Annie didn't waste a second moving where you wanted her. She knew how to behave when she wanted something, and that riled you up even more.
"You so needy, suga'," you whispered after climbing into the backseat with her. You mumbled sweetly down her neck, planting heavy kisses along her collarbone. Your tone wasn't condescending or full of judgment. You were in awe of her. Of her need. Of how she writhed against you. Of how greedy she got for her pleasure, knowing you’d supply all her needs in due time.
Annie's back arched into you as your hands wandered under the hem of her dress. You bunched the fabric around her waist, not being able to contain yourself any longer. You’d have to wait until you got back home to fuck her long and hard like the both of you desired.
“Yes,” Annie moaned, gripping your hair defiantly and pulling your face further into her dripping pussy. Her body sang with praise. Her legs tensed around your head. Her eyebrows knitted in pleasure. And in her mind, all Annie could think about was how she was going to make you give her want she wanted.
But even like this—eating her out in the backseat of your car in an empty parking lot—you weren’t gon’ allow her to guide you or the situation.
You spanked the side of her thigh, causing her body to jerk once you fully pulled away from her. Your face was drenched in her, just like you liked it, but your eyes stormed with anger.
“You just can’t get it through yo’ head, can you,” you questioned, admiring the adorable confusion that mingled with the satisfaction on her face. “You ain’t gon’ keep tryin’ to make me do what you want. If you want it deeper, you beg. If you want it harder, you plead. If you can’t do that, then I’m gon’ work yo’ ass up to the edge every time and let that climax sink back down. Over and over again. Got it?”
Annie just slowly nodded her head. Her eyes were distant, like she was imagining the different scenarios. Ones where she obeyed and ones where she didn’t. Biting her bottom lip, her body melted under yours in submission.
You moved to grab a scarf from your glove compartment. It was silk, a perfect fabric to keep her tied up and comfortable at the same time. Moving her body into an upright position, you tied her hands behind her back, reveling in the way her breath hitched with you tied it just the slightest bit too tight. If she couldn’t keep her hands to herself, then you’d make she couldn’t touch anything.
“Words, Beloved,” you demanded, tone sharp in the dominant way she appreciated. You pushed her to lay back on the seat, proving to be difficult because of the position of her hands, but you couldn’t care if you tried.
“I understand,” Annie spoke her submission, secretly loving the way her hands pressed into her lower back.
“Good,” you tutted, immediately enveloping her folds again but at a slow, soft pace. You practically kitten-licked her clit, drawing frustrated whimpers from her plump lips. Her cheeks became dusted with fresh tears and a deep blush as she let the gratification begin.
“Please,” she tugged at the silk, wanting so badly to grab your hand that wrapped firmly around her thigh. You looked into her eyes to see the way she tried to communicate without words.
You knew what she wanted: more.
Annie always wanted more—and you were happy enough to oblige—but she would have to be a good girl and ask properly.
“I want it,” she fought against you defiantly, trying to buck her hips into your tongue. You let her be successful in her efforts for a few short thrusts just to tease her further before pressing her hips firmly into the seat of the car. “Fuck you,” she grumbled at the pleasure that was revoked. You did nothing but look into her eyes, lightly tonguing her swollen clit and mocking her with your control over her body.
Her brattiness was clouding her ability to obey you fully—or at all. So you held true to your word, edging her over and over in that car like you weren’t worried about the fact that y’all were in public right now.
Because you weren't.
You knew that Annie’s moans and cries could be heard from outside—with as loud as she was. And you knew that her fitful movements were forcing the car to rock in place.
But you couldn’t care less.
Annie was so deep in the moment that she couldn’t even control herself, and you loved her that way: on the cusp of being fucked dumb, crying out as if she didn’t know how to just let herself have it. Have you.
She cursed you, holding back not one word of how much she hated the position she was in but not even attempting to plead for release.
Just as she reached the height of climax again, you pulled away completely, roughly dragging her dress down her thighs and brazenly untying her wrists.
Before she could even process the fact that your warmth had disappeared, you were already back in the driver’s seat. The car was in drive and the road was blurring behind you.
Annie stayed laid on the backseat. Her breathing was heavy as she’d tried to count the amount of times she’d been edged. Her head began to hurt as she cursed herself for not just giving in to the submission she was already showcasing.
She always felt the need to fight against what she wanted so desperately. The nights that y'all were apart, Annie stayed awake envisioning being fucked dumb by you. She'd only allowed herself to tow the line between coherency and complete and utter stupidity.
But she wanted it.
As she laid behind you, looking at the clenching of your jaw, tremble of your thigh, and tightening of your hand on the steering wheel, she finally decided to truly give in for the first time ever. To really let herself have you. To let you have all of her.
Moans of your name spilled heavenly into the four walls of your bedroom as you led Annie cleanly down to your quilted mattress. The moment you opened the backseat and put your hand out for her to take, you noticed the shift.
Annie's eyes were black with lust and her mouth fell open with obedience.
She hadn't done anything to disrupt the air of docility that surrounded her. Not when you were ripping her dress off, tearing it like it was nothing. Not when you were planting thick, bruising marks on her dark skin.
She was all yours in a way that you didn't think she could be, and you were ready to fully indulge.
"I'm gon' teach you how to be mine tonight," you covenanted. You left no room for interpretation as you fisted the heft of her ass. You dragged her to the head of your bed, allowing her to lay atop the pillows. Annie's legs parted, allowing you to see every bit of her you planned to ruin tonight.
You had edged her in the car, but now you had plans to give her every orgasm she so badly wanted, not stopping until the only word she knew was your name.
Draping her thighs over your shoulders, you took in the sweet taste of her for the second time tonight. Annie's taste was delicate and honeyed with a balanced undertone of savour. If she hadn't upset you so, you would had stayed with your head between her legs the whole night.
You watched Annie shutter from you trading the kitten licks from earlier for full force strokes of your tongue against her clit. Her moans pick up quickly from the continuous stimulation throughout the night.
Annie didn't know how she'd be able to walk away from this unscathed. Her mind was already leaving her, drifting away dangerously due to the feeling of your fingers indenting her thighs.
You dragged your teeth against her folds before sucking fully on her jewel.
"Fuck, yes," Annie cried. You enjoyed the way her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her back lifted off the bed as she shouted requests to be able to cum. That submission that you loved dearly only made you want to push her even more . "P-please, baby," she shook feverishly against your face, but you didn't want to give it to her yet.
She was so close. To climax. To letting her body fully drop beneath you.
Tears poured out of her eyes, and her pussy flushed with craveable sweetness, letting you know that if you let too much longer go by, she wouldn't be able to hold on to stability.
"Go on, Beloved," you growled into her parted thighs, hands caressing up her tender stomach. "Give it to me."
As her first orgasm of the night hit, no sound left Annie's mouth. The feeling washed over her like heaven. Her eyes flashed bright behind her closed eyelids, and her body felt like trumpets were sounding from within her.
It was glorious.
Reverent.
Holy.
You admired the way she let her pleasure wash over her. Kissing up her thighs, along her belly, and across her chest, you landed your last kiss on her lips.
"You look so pretty like this," you complimented, gently stroking a loose hair out of her face, "all fucked out and loving every bit of it." Annie could do nothing but whimper in agreement. Her hands tangled in the remnants of clothes that remained on your body.
She didn't attempt to remove them. Didn't demand you do anything further.
She just looked at you like you had created the entire world just for her.
"Can I have more, baby," she asked, orgasm making her daft and obedient.
"I'm not done with you yet, suga'," you promised, removing your body from hers. Her gaze followed you across the room and to your top dresser drawer where all of your favorite things were stored.
You swore that you saw blush dusting her cheeks as realization sunk it. Her nails pierced the fabric of the bed sheets as she fought against herself for friction.
"You want this," you wondered, pulling your clothes off slowly and letting her watch.
"Ye-yes," she wept. "I want it so bad."
"What makes you think you deserve it, huh?"
You pulled the harness over your hips. It fit snugly over your ass, and the flat end of you and Annie's favorite strap sat more than comfortable against your clit.
Annie got up on her knees, sitting pretty on your bed as her eyes bore into your body. She swallowed the sight of you.
"I swear, I'll be good," she implored, begging more than you had ever seen her. The mere thought of being fucking into your sheets was causing her to act unlike the confident and assertive woman she was back at the club. She was going stupid for your attention that she craved. "Please let me have it," she pled.
You walked toward her, eyes viewing her with a delicious pity that made her feel even more sure of her decision to freely act this way. Her body shuttered at your judgmental manner.
"On your knees," you demanded, tilting your head toward the hardwood floor. Annie scrambled to her feet, body completely bare but uncaring. Her knees sunk into the harsh floor. She looked up into your eyes after a long moment admiring your naked body, clad in nothing but a strap on. Thick leather straps wrapped around your thighs and hips, enticing her.
"Can I," she appealed in a pitiful tone. Her hands were hovering over the harness, wanting so badly to reach out but fearful of being reprimanded further.
"You know what I want from you, Beloved," you groaned.
And she did.
Both of Annie’s hands gripped at the part of the harness that clung to your hips, and she moved in with impatience. She sunk into her knees, mouth open and tongue darted out as she landed the muscle flat against the underside of the strap. She looked into your eyes like she wanted to suck out your soul.
But only if you allowed her to first.
She took the entire thing into her mouth and down her throat, sucking like her life depended on it. Her head bobbed back and forth on you, causing the strap and harness to brush against your aching folds. The sight of her enjoying sucking your strap was doing something to you. The added pleasure of consistent friction wasn't helping.
Annie could tell. Her eyes softened and glazed over as she looked into your soul, taking the strap deeper. One of her hands wrapped around your thigh to stabilize herself as her body erupted in fluttering emotions.
She moaned against the strap and took it fully down her throat. Her nose hit the base of your stomach, her hands coming up to grab your hips again. She fought the urge to gag, pulling back and slurping at the tip like it was real.
You moaned yourself at the display before you. Your girl knew how to put on a show, and she didn't hold back—no matter how submissive she felt.
You snatched her up off the floor as she swallowed her own spit. Her face was a mix of sweat and tears. Throwing her onto the bed with ease, you settled between her parted thighs.
"You gon' drive me crazy. I swear," you asserted. You palmed the side of her ass before spanking her with a heavy hand. She bit her bottom lip to contain her moans of pleasure, much to your disapproval. "Let me hear you, mama," you petitioned, spanking her with more fervor.
With each landing of your hand, Annie's legs wrapped tighter around your waist, pulling you in closer. She howled your name, professing her ability to be good and begging for you to let her have it.
When the strap sank into her, it pushed back against your clit, causing you to tremble while Annie clenched around the protrusion. You refused to look anywhere other than her eyes. Each thrust of your hips caused them to flutter lazier, spurring you on to give her as much as her body could handle. Even with your own muscles beginning to cramp and scream in pain, all you could focus on was her.
Annie’s hands and legs started to loosen their grip on your body as she succumbed to the pressure in her stomach.
"Baby," she bleated, throat bared with her head tipped back. You snaked your tongue down the middle of her throat, indulging in the tart taste of her flushed skin. You bit into her neck, forcing delightful moans out of her.
Your hips speeding up the more she wept for you, you drilled into her, causing her body to go limp against the sheets. When her second orgasm hit, it was completely different from the first.
A shock ran through her. Her body lit on fire and the effects of the orgasm manifested physically rather than inside alone. Annie’s movements were uncontrollable, but neither of you made an attempt at pulling her from the enrapturing scene.
"Arch yo' fuckin' back," you instructed Annie, forcing her upper back down as her hips met your thighs in a continual rhythm.
She could do nothing but whine and cry against the pillows. Her jaw was slacked. Her body was numb with nothing but the feeling of your strap drilling into her from behind, providing her with overwhelming stimulation.
"You feel good, don't you, suga'," you chirped teasingly, knowing she wasn't able to respond. You taunted the way she whimpered while pushing back against you. The only thing she could think of now was the moment at hand, the feeling of your thighs meeting hers, and how your hand pressed between her shoulder blades.
You stilled your hips, and Annie cried harder into the pillow. Words muffled and tears wetting the sheets. You adored the sight.
"If you want it, put in the work," you barked, smacking her ass and pulling her hips up.
Annie perked up just enough to grind against your pelvis, working herself closer to the edge she was chasing. You kneeled behind her, enjoying the rolling of her hips back on your strap. You removed your hands from her body in an attempt to keep her wanting more.
She cried your name, unable to formulate anything there than that. She forced her ass back on you and pushed her chest further into the bed. While doing so, Annie turned her head to meet your lust-clouded eyes. Hers were wet with tears of pure satisfaction and desire.
"A-ah," she stuttered, hand reaching back to grab yours.
"You want me to help you cum, mama?" You noticed the way she was so close to her orgasm. So close that she was beginning to get frustrated with her body for not letting her have. So close that each time the strap hit her in just the right spot her body shook with vigor.
Annie nodded her head profusely. Her toes curled when you finally put your hands on her hips again, pulling her ass into you while you met her with a thrust. Your movements were forceful. You both heaved as the erratic movements spurred on Annie's pleasure and made your clit flutter.
“You take this shit so good,” you hurled into her ear, body slumped over hers as the feeling of the strap’s end over took you. Your hips moved messily but with passion. The whole event was making your body tingle with the glorious beginnings of an orgasm.
Annie was fucked dumb—just how you had always envisioned her. For the first time, she let you have all of her. Her body was yours. Her mind—yours.
The deeper you fucked her, the closer both of you got to release. Trailing your hand underneath her crumbling body, you toyed with her sensitive clit, adding to her overstimulation.
“I know you want it, suga’,” you moaned into her neck. “This pussy gon’ make me cum. Cum wit’ me, mama.”
And she obeyed.
The moment hit hard—your bodies collapsing in a heap, your breathing ragged, your skin covered in sweat and arousal.
You comforted Annie’s still shaking form, resting her head on your chest as you kissed her forehead. You whispered into her ear how good she had been for you. How proud you were of her in her submission. How you couldn’t wait to ruin her again.
And Annie moaned and whimpered softly into your hot skin how much she couldn’t wait either.
You enveloped her with an honest kiss. One that caused both of you to be enraptured by the same intense emotions. Both of you had been running from something. Annie from her desire to be submissive. You from your desire to have her in every way—even outside of sex.
With just one breath-capturing kiss, both of you felt settled. Nothing in the world mattered but the two of you.
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a/n: idk why i chose that title cause like?? i just kept it cause i put that teaser out lmaoo. definitely copped out at the ending because i forgot what the title was
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Annie bent over with an arch in her back, twerking on Pearline and making her catch it. Just as you rounded the group, standing beside the unassuming Annie, Pearline stepped to the side and let you take your rightful place.
Annie immediately felt the difference in the pelvis that was pressed against her. Your hands molded firm and possessive into her waist in an attempt to force her grind. She looked forward at her friends who just laughed with delight. You could only see the back of her head, but you could imagine her expression: eyes wide, eyebrows taut, lips agape.
Before Annie could turn and see who was behind her, you wrapped a hand around the front of her throat. You pulled her back to land flush against your pounding chest, not missing a beat.
A small gasp and whimper escaped her glossed lips and her eyes flickered shut.
"You just let anyone touch on you like this, Beloved?"
Annie moaned. Head pointed toward the ceiling. Mouth wide open. Lights glinting across her skin.
"Of course not, baby," she whined, winding her hips against you again—motions more expressive now that she knew for sure who you were. She placed a heavy hand at the nape of your neck to pull you closer to her. She crazed your closeness.
"Chile," Pearline laughed, looking at Mary and Grace, "I need to go home to my man so I can have my body humming like that."
Annie glared at them as they talked about her like she couldn't hear them. She wasn't ashamed of how submissive you made her, but you were the only one who had ever brought it out of her. She was still getting used to giving up control and just letting herself feel good.
"You could have fooled me, suga'" you reprimanded in reference to Annie's earlier statement. Your grip held strong on her neck and waist. "You ain't even know I was here. How I'm 'posed to know that you ain't lettin' every nigga touch what's mine?"
Annie's hand squeezed your wrist that held her by her throat as she turned around in your hold. Placing one hand on your hip and the other behind your head, Annie kept up her dancing. She trailed kisses down the length of your neck while her chest pressed into yours.
You could feel the excitement coursing through her. Your body reacted the same way, arousal bouncing off of you.
"Let me make it up to you, baby," Annie licked the shell of your ear. Her hand that was around your hip moved up your body. She groped you and squeezed your breasts, not giving a damn about who saw or how her friends cackled at the show. Her hand wrapped around the base of your throat without hesitation, but you quickly clasped her wrist in a firm embrace.
You shot your eyes open at her, glaring at her defiance and attempt to gain control. She knew you wasn’t going for no shit like that. No matter how much you had to drink tonight. No matter how much you loved the tightness of that lime green dress she wore. No matter how good her lips felt against your hot skin.
"Go get yo' shit, mama," you groaned into her ear, smacking her ass. "You got some makin' up to do."
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looookkk i been meaning to write a modern annie x fem reader for the longesttt. i’m talking strap, back shots, face sitting, over stimulation, bondage. the whole nineeee.
i can see it so well that it brings tears to my eyes—-
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