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@blackgcomica
Finally finished with school. At least for this year😭. I plan on being so much more active one here. I also realize I never really introduced myself……
Imani🤎, she/they? ( gender is such a complicated thing honestly😐)
BLACK just in case it wasn’t obvious
I don’t write but I like to give random idea that anyone can use. Probably going to start that up again.
And yaaaaaa, I have no idea what else to write😎👍🏾
Fans who act like Michael never said swear words or did “adult” things KILL me. He was a GROWN man for crying out loud, people ‼️
A Happy Ending
mdni,, content warning: smut, brief ab riding, fingering, massaging, not proof-read, border credits <3 : @pixopix
massuse!janet helps you achieve your happy ending <3
massuse!janet who smirks every time you walk into her shop. you show up wearing a baseball cap and glasses as if trying to arrive in disguise. she can spot you from a mile away, your shy demeanor giving you away every time when you walk towards her shop the same way a sinner walks into confession. you mumble a shy greeting trying to ignore the slickness costing your panties as she grabs your hand to guide you to the back
massuse!janet who dimmed the lights while you undress, letting the candles spaced out throughout the room be the main light source. being sure to compliment your body as your laid out against table, if nothing else to see the way you become undone for her before even being touched
massuse!janet turning on love deluxe for background noise as she starts to slide her oiled up hands up & down your body. searching for knots she can press into to her your pretty little moans.
massuse!janet who notices you start to squirm as she kneads the oil into your glazed body. feigning innocence when she asks you if everything was alright, making you say out loud what you want from her
she watches as you turn over, carelessly pushing the blanket off the table as you spread yourself out for her. full breasts on display with pebbled nipples. her gaze drops to your legs, smiling softly as you parted them for her. your inner thighs completely covered in slick
massuse!janet who eagerly tackles this new knot of yours. rubbing a finger through your center, admiring the shine from the slickness now coating it. looking you in the eyes as she sucks the slick off of it
massuse!janet dousing her hand in oil again before returning her attention to you. running her slick hand all over you until every nerve and fold is coated in the mix of your slick & the massage oil
massuse!janet who bits her lip as she takes in your opening pulsing practically begging for more. she rubbed her palm against you carelessly, smirking as you whine for more
massuse!janet who finally decides to stop teasing you. slipping two fingers inside you, pumping them slowly as she feels you contract around her fingers. she goes faster when you finally start to let out those pretty noises for her
massuse!janet who takes her fingers out right before you were about to cum. you don't get much time to complain before she's pulling off her scantily clad tank top before she's moving you into her lap as she lays down on the massage table. ordering you to use her and if you want to cum so bad
massuse!janet who grips your hips as you ride her, making sure you went slow enough to feel each individual ab press against your aching clit before you finally came
massuse!janet who cleans you the mess you made up, claiming she can't find your panties as she helps you get redressed. you notice them sticking out of her back pocket as she walks you to the door
you can't help but think to yourself what an expensive habit these massage appointments are going to turn into if you end up losing your panties every time you come here
fin
a/n: i saw someone talk about riding her abs & felt inspired. there's like nothing on here for her so i decided to post this quick blurb. idk how it escalated to massuse but y'know
so wet rn😵💫😵💫😵💫
HAPPY PRIDE 👩🏾❤️💋👩🏾
࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ princess treatment | jaafar jackson
pairing: ceo!jaafar jackson x black model!reader
warnings: outfit descriptions, him spoiling tf out of reader, MDNI 18+ smut
saint’s presidential podium 🪽: this is all thanks to @prettyangeliczz . that mood board has been stuck in my head for SO long.
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sotogrande, spain
you were bored out of your mind. the golf cart seats were getting hotter and your drink slowly turned into a cup of shaved ice right at the bottom with the straw already slightly chewed on.
you had already admired the clean cut grass of the golf course and the trees along with the distant scent of the mediterranean sea. the gorgeous club house of real club valderrama hint at the obscene amount of wealth that was standing just a couple of feet away from the cart.
jaafar turned his head to you, watching you dramatically lay on the seat of the cart in sheer boredom with a dazzling smile on his face. the club in his hand was able to balance his stance with one leg crossed in front of the other and the cap was able to protect his growing curls from the blazing european sun. his business associates were standing an arm length away, arguing whether one of them made the wide shot or not.
the job was done. jaafar discussed the potential benefits of collaborating with this company, having pointed out everything that his cfo back in manhattan spoke on in one of the meetings. his charm was out of this world because within an hour, he shook hands with new business partners and agreed to a celebratory friendly game of golf and a round of shots brought by the cart boy.
in all of this, he watched his princess get bored each time they swung at a golf ball. he knew he shouldn’t have gotten her out of bed, obsessed with her silhouette against the egyptian cotton sheets and pillows from the hotel. the promise of a spa visit, a little lunch date and the trip down to his yacht was weighing heavy on his mind.
“gents,” jaafar started, uncrossing his legs and pulling his golfing bag close to him. “the missus and i have to head to the coast soon. calls will be made once life’s back to normal. again, thanks for business.” he stated gently, giving a polite smile before shaking their hands and leaving the two older white men to their bickering over the plastic ball and its ‘quality’.
he said your name once and it was enough for you to lift your head and beam your beautiful smile at him. “babyyy,” you dragged out while sitting up. “i missed you. thought you’d spend more time with them if i’m bein’ honest.” you spoke, looking up at him as he stood next to the golf cart and being the exact same size of it. his height was always something you loved to admire from the moment you met him.
jaafar kept his eyes on you, placing his bag in the backseat before leaning his forearm against the roof and his other hand reaching out for your chin. “sorry, princess. they just..couldn’t stop talking at one point. we’re leaving now, ‘kay? gonna get you to the coast.” he murmured in that tone that always had your stomach flipping.
“don’t act like you didn’t wanna go to the beach too.” you managed to make a joke but his eyes were glued on your lips. through his gaze, he smiled at your words. “scoot over before those guys decide to invite us for coffee or something.” he snapped out of his head and finally sat in the cart, driving towards the clubhouse.
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marbella, spain
the sun laid on your skin like a warm blanket and the softness of the deck mattresses beneath you felt like you could sleep out there for hours. the crinkle of the magazine paper sounded quietly against the sound of the mediterranean sea beneath your boyfriend’s yacht.
the trip took a couple of hours but you wouldn’t have traded it for the world. singing your favourite songs to each other to snacking to a little bit of napping. jaafar also made sure you passed by your favourite luxury boutiques to pick up a few things that he just couldn’t say no to.
your eyes trailed the pages, the words flying around as you admired yourself in an editorial photoshoot. the makeup had layered blush and ridiculous amounts of eyeshadow, the costumes accentuating the angles of your body. the page spread was your favourite of it all, a common pose but it still made you feel so sexy. laying on one side of your body and a suggestion of a fabric was draped over you and the lighting was just right to not show any nudity for your first vogue cover.
vogue.
it’s all you’ve ever dreamed of and to know you achieved that and more at your age warmed your heart as you took pride in your work. sighing happily, you closed the magazine and rolled onto your back, more surprised by your lovely boyfriend hovering over you with his hands on either side of your head and a smile on his face.
“shit, baby. you scared me.” you chuckled, your chest rising and falling under your polka dot bikini top.
“ ‘m so proud of you, sweetheart.” jaafar lowered his head to kiss the space between your neck and shoulder before he trailed his soft kisses towards your jaw. “thank you, j. really.” you said, fluttering your eyes closed as your hand played with his dainty chain. you didn’t even notice he was only donning his swim shorts, grateful you got to see his skin in the sun rather than under dress shirts or golf polos.
he lifted his head, dipping to give a peck before looking at you again. “y/n.”
“how may i be of assistance, mr j?” you smirked at the nickname you loved to tease him with.
“you think you can switch to work mode f’me? wanna see the outfits i got you today.” jaafar spoke, immediately putting his bottom lip under his teeth and even jokingly raising his brows.
you pretended to think about it as you giggled but you couldn’t hide it, you’d do anything if he asked in that tone of his. he let you move and he sat up straight, watching your ass and delicious legs walk away from him as you got to the yacht cabin where all your shopping bags were.
the first outfit had him in shambles already, balancing his elbows on his knees as he watched strut to him in the tiniest skirt he had ever seen on you. jaafar genuinely didn’t know what to do with you when you looked this good.
“so? you just gonna keep your jaw on the floor?” you expressed, standing in between his legs and deciding to be bold; holding his jaw in your hand.
wrong move. well, it’s the best move but still.
“princess.” he said lowly, looking up at you as his hands went from the back of your thighs upwards to your hips.
“mr j.” you continued to tease, squeezing his jaw and feeling it tighten a bit and you knew you got to him.
your voice had him hard as ever. jaafar knew he had the upper hand in this but he liked to let you think you did. “i’ll just buy you a new one the second we off this boat, alright?”
your brows furrowed at his words until you felt his thumb pressing on your wetness and your knees nearly gave out. he couldn’t stop smiling, watching the pout on your face form as his fingers replaced his thumb to drag through your clothed slit.
“what’s the pouting about, baby?” he mocked you, feeling your hand slipping onto his shoulder to balance your stance.
“it’s not fair.” you muttered, your head spinning at his touch.
“it is. c’mon, don’t pout at me. just wanna make you feel good. you made me proud.” he was now eye level to your mound, teasingly pushing the tip of his finger against the fabric of your panties that caused you to cry out.
that made jaafar retreat his hand and you almost whined out even louder but you made eye contact with him and it told you everything you need to know; keep it down, baby.
he gently pushed at your legs so that he had space to stand up. cradling your face, he gave you a kiss that you’d been thinking of all morning, fully tasting you as your tongues danced together.
“baby—” your words were cut short as he took you by surprise and hoisted you onto his shoulder with your head face-to-face with his back, adorned with a couple of scratches. “taking you to the cabin. i’m really proud of you, baby.” you could just hear the smirk in his tone and how he squeezed your ass cheek as he began walking across the wooden deck, leaving a ringing phone to face the ocean while jaafar gave all his time to his princess.
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saint’s notes: hope y’all like this one! i’m proud of it 🤭
@greedyjudge2 @mauvecherie-writes
Shea Butter Baby
I wrote this in a fit of horniness. it's not great. It's absolute garbage and I'm just rambling but Fontaine got me out of my writing rut. This is literally so quick. like written in less than 30mins.
Summary: Fontaine is obsessed with you but he always talking that shit.
Warning: Fontaine's filthy ass mouth, your equally smart ass mouth, a little bit of a breeding kink if you squint, Cowgirl position.
He's getting dizzy, drunk on your whimpers and curses. Your thick and warm thighs stick to him. your slick folds coating your inner thighs. The beaming sun aids to the sweat that beads and slides between the middle of your breasts. Fontaine wanted nothing more than to lick it up. Taste everything that you are willing to give him. He wants to consume you whole. But as you bounce on his thick cock, he knows that he's the one getting consumed. Your brown eyes bore into the very soul that he knows he doesn't have. And yet, just your eyes lit it ablaze.
Your sultry moans echoed through the walls like a velvet vice around his neck along with the slapping of skin. The moment you feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm, you throw your arms around his neck and screw your eyes shut. "Don' close them pretty eyes, look at me. Lemme see them eyes," he's desperate to chase both of your orgasms.
Hes rutting up into you at this point. He's clenching his gold teeth, grunting and hissing absolute filth as he bucks his hips to match your bouncing, "finna...fill yo guts...slut you out...fuck my kids into you...fucking slut."
"Big talk coming from somebody that's bout cum just from this," you smirk down at the man.
"Girl...fuck...you," he looks pathetic biting his bottom lip as his grip on your hips tighten.
"Fuck, you already are," your attitude never falters, even as your climax approaches.
"C'mon baby, give it to me," he wants to know if you're just as smitten with him as he is with you.
AAAAHHHHHHHH GOODBYE
could see Michael meeting a stripper and writing “Dirty Diana” about her. Love the visuallllll
If I Took You Home, Part 3 - Final
*You may want to be careful where and when you open this. Be honest.*
Pairing: Dom!Kevin Atwater x Sub!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female receiving) teasing, fingering (female receiving), cum play, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. D/s dynamics.
Summary: Even though it's your last day, you make the most of it by going out for breakfast with Kevin. You don't want the day to end and you get the feeling that Kevin doesn't either.
Word Count: 4,413k
AO3 Link | Part 1 | Part 2
A/N: Thank you so much for being patient with me for this chapter. I plum didn't want to let these two go. So I got a little carried away. But I hope it was well worth the wait. Ya girl was ovulating, okay?! And thank you for your asks, anons. They gave me the kick in the pants to get back to some filth. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, reblog, or unhinged ask.
You were in the middle of a dream. A handsome cop by the name of Kevin Atwater had taken you back to his lair and fucked you ten ways from Sunday. Kevin lit a fire under your skin, to the point that you never wanted to wake up.
A deep pull in your belly wrestled for attention. Oh, oh that felt good. You moaned and wasn't sure if that was in the dream or wakefulness. You did not want to wake up to your empty, cold bed with laundry calling your name and mugs in the sink.
Dream Kevin moaned and it echoed in your ears. What was going on? You roused from sleep reluctantly, suckling between your legs finally registering. You barely had time to open your eyes and see Kevin making out with your pussy with his eyes closed, like he was feasting in Valhalla.
At your movement, he glanced up and caught your eyes, giving you a wink before he returned his lips to your pussy. His tongue to your clit. Your hands flew to either side of you, gripping his sheets in a vice grip as an orgasm tore through you.
Surely, he wrangled every single one out of you by now. Surely, there couldn't be one more. But the man was too determined to keep going, moaning as fresh slick coated his beard. His wet hair slid across your thighs, dragging ragged giggles from you. The fog of the dream competed with each swipe of his tongue.
Kevin moaned, suckled, and devoured your pussy. You twitched with every slide, every lick. "Kev-plea-" you begged but it fell on deaf ears.
Tears pricked your eyes as your back bowed, your lungs burning from screaming through a potent orgasm. The type to make you question what defines life. Kevin brought you there effortlessly, endlessly. You came down with a keening whine while your body jerked and twisted.
Kevin's large hands held your thighs open, easily keeping his plate where he wanted it. "Good morning, gorgeous. See what you coulda had yesterday?"
He placed gentle kisses to your thighs, leaving giant wet spots against your skin. You shivered from the lewdness of it all. "I'm pretty sure I died," you murmured, sleep calling to you again.
Kevin chuckled, burying his nose in your pussy and taking a deep breath. His nose tickled your clit and you jerked away. You were too damn sensitive. Kevin took mercy on you, kissing up your body, leaving a trail of your essence all over your body.
This man was insane. Had to be. Was it possible to be addicted to cumming? Because as sensitive as you were, looking into Kevin's beautiful eyes and that sexy grin of his, you wanted to give him every single orgasm you possessed.
He stopped when he got to your titties, taking a moment to kiss each swell of your breasts. He teased one nipple between his teeth, the sharp tug responding with a twitch of your clit. You ran your hands over his body, kneading, pinching, and caressing. He was real. He was here. He was currently making you so damn horny, you were about to eat him alive.
He switched his attention to the other nipple, his hands coming up to pin you to the mattress. He smirked, returning to sucking on your nipples the same way he sucked on your clit.
"Kevin, please," you whispered. "Too much."
"Shh, I'm just saying hi to my girls. That's all," he said, flicking his tongue against your nipple.
Your teeth chattered and then he moved back to your left titty, teeth grazing your nipple. You arched but he settled his weight on top, careful not to crush you. "I want your whole weight on me," you said.
He smiled and dropped more of his weight on you. You sighed from the feeling of being crushed by him, his heavy body covering you and making you feel protected and safe. It was over for you. There was no more fight left in you. Why fight against this?
Who cared if was quick? Who cared if it was this intense? This connection had to mean something. It didn't happen by accident. You thanked your lucky stars to find a unicorn like him. Someone to match you in all the ways it mattered.
Kevin released your wrists and moved his kisses up, landing on your neck. You rubbed against him like a cat, moving your leg to trap him in place. You lived here now.
"You gon' let me go?" He nipped at your neck, making you hiss with pleasure and pain. You felt like you sucked on a live wire. Everywhere he touched was sensitive. Everywhere he didn't touch felt his phantom touch, like it was only a matter of time before he touched there too.
"Nope," you said, popping the 'P' and grinned at him.
"Good. I got plans for you," he said, finally bringing those sexy pink lips to yours. You tasted yourself on his lips, smelled yourself in his beard. It made your pussy clench painfully. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.
"Mhhm. How would you feel about getting some sun? I can drive you home, you can change, we can take a walk, get some breakfast, come back so I can do nasty things to ya," he said, ticking off each activity with a kiss to your lips. With everything he rattled off, it sounded heavenly.
"Oh yeah, I'ma need that. I keep a spare bag of clothes in my car," you said.
"Oh, you come prepared?" He grinned and kissed you, his kisses lazy and slow. Yep, you definitely lived here now.
"I stay ready so I ain't gotta get ready. I never know where I'll be or when I'll need spare clothes," you corrected, not wanting him to get a big head.
"Okay, if that makes you feel better," he said.
"Shut up!" You giggled. Kevin took that personally, as he started to hunt for ticklish spots. You giggled and slapped his hands away, screaming for mercy. When you sobered, you snuggled further into him, feeling all dainty and cute in his huge presence.
"Then let's get a move on, beautiful," he said. He offered to grab your go bag from your car and you told him where to find your keys. He dressed in sweats and a tank, earning a growl from you, and he chuckled. He made quick work of grabbing your bag and dropping it in the bathroom.
He shed his clothes as he walked into the room, revealing his delicious chest and the curly hair on his belly. He grinned while he approached, dropping a kiss to your lips before he helped you out of his bed.
Once inside the bathroom, he turned on the shower and you dug through your bag for a spare shower bonnet. This bag had saved you in so many ways, it was hard to count. Bad period days, ripped pants, that time you spilled ketchup on your shirt.
You worked with Kevin on a compromise for the best temperature and then he climbed in, letting the water cascade down his hair and face. You stepped in after, the steam enveloping you.
"You are so damn beautiful," Kevin sighed, looking at you like you hung the moon. Fuck, you would never get sick of this.
"Even with this bonnet," you said with a shy grin.
"Especially with the bonnet," he promised.
You talked about nothing and everything, switching between politics, the state of the world's education, and the questionable quality of DC movies. All the while, you and Kevin lathered up washcloths and took turns washing each other.
Though it wasn't sexual in nature, Kevin couldn't help lingering around your titties, kneading the cloth and squeezing your titty with it. He bit his lip at your moan and the ways your eyes fluttered closed. You got your revenge though, wrapping the cloth around his dick.
The cloth couldn't hide that long dick of his, but you made soapy progress, stroking him and paying attention to how it pleased him. Kevin was a vocal lover, moaning in places you did well and coaching you in others.
It was wild to discuss Scream movies and how the first one was the best and only one that mattered while stroking someone's dick, but there you were. Comfortable as hell, present with a wonderful man.
You stroked harder, pulling him down for a scorching kiss that made your knees weak. Kevin moaned into your mouth and hissed with a curse under his breath as he climaxed all over your belly.
It took great effort for Kevin to open his eyes. When he did, you gave him a saucy wink and washed his cum off of your belly. His overwhelming soap filled his shower making you drown in just him.
He grinned. "Alright, I'ma get you back for that," he said. He turned the water off and helped you out of the tub, grabbing a towel to dry you off. He enveloped you in his arms, his body heat doing more work than the towel.
"Ain't nobody shook," you teased, grabbing another towel from the sink and drying him off.
You worked down to his legs, leaning into a squat that put you eye level with his dick at half mast. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, leaning out to plant a kiss on the tip of his dick.
His dick jumped and you leaned back with a giggle. You had yet to give him a blow job and you briefly wondered if you could fit all of that in your mouth. Kevin groaned and took a deep breath. "Don't get hurt, nah," he said.
You grinned. You really ought to stop. He unleashed some inner animal inside of you that just wanted him to live inside you. But technically, you only met the man Friday night so you had to chill. A smidgen.
Kevin helped you stand and looked at you like you were the first ray of sun after a long night. How could you not get carried away when he looked at you like that? Made you feel desired with just a crinkle in his eyes.
You quickly got dressed in a fresh pair of panties, navy leggings, and an olive green shirt. Kevin threw on black sweats with a matching shirt, his gold chain peeking out from beneath. Such a casual outfit and you were ready to tear it off and hop back on him.
"I know where your nasty ass mind is," he said as he held the front door open for you. You trailed your hand down his stomach as you passed and felt his belly clench beneath your fingers.
You grazed his dick and he growled low in his throat. "I'm just passing by," you said sweetly.
Kevin locked up and then took your hand, walking with you outside into the crisp late spring air. He told you about a coffee shop a few blocks down and you told him to lead the way.
Kevin kept pace with you and you were glad for the sweet gesture. Because with his lumbering gait, you'd be out of breath before you reached the end of the corner. You talked about nothing as he stayed on the street side of the sidewalk, blocking most of the wind.
"Have you ever considered moving to a different unit?" You took a deep breath of fresh air. He was right, some sun was needed.
Kevin shook his head. "Nah, I like where I'm at. Them's my folks, you know?"
You nodded. "Claire tells me about some of the wild stories she hears from Jay. I can't even imagine everything you go through."
Kevin shrugged and made a noncommittal sound. He could downplay it all he wanted, but it was still a big deal. "It's hard, that's for sure. I just wanna help. Feels like folks don't help anymore," he said.
You looked around at the surrounding houses, the way it all seemed so undisturbed. When you were younger, you couldn't toss a rock without kids playing out in the front yards. Without retirees sitting out on the porch, watching babies play in a kiddie pool in the summer.
"Yeah, you can say that again. Do you plan on being a cop for a long time?"
"Yeah, as long as they let me. Would that bother you?" Kevin glanced at you.
You took a moment to think it over. It did make you nervous to an extent. There was so much turmoil and hate out in the world. Claire was right, at any point someone could take him out.
Your chest squeezed at the thought of Kevin not being in the world. You'd known him a short time and yet it was like you'd known him forever.
You spent so long compiling the perfect checklist, building the perfect man in your mind. He had to be kind, he had to be gentle, he had to be nasty, and he had to be loyal. When confronted with such a perfect man, your mind searched for reasons not to. Afraid that it was too good to be true, that you truly did find the right man for you.
But, he was a cop, he could be shot or maimed horribly. He could be gunned down by a fellow cop who only sees a threat. He could have a weird habit like picking his teeth with his fingers.
"I want to try," you told him. "I can't say it doesn't bother me. But I know that I want to explore this."
Kevin licked his lips and gave you a sweet grin. "I like that. I want to explore this with you too," he said.
Approaching a local coffee shop, Kevin opened the door for you. You got in line, going over your different tastes in coffee. Kevin was a typical cop. He just liked it black and hot. You teased him about it while you ordered and got a blueberry muffin to go with. Kevin grabbed a breakfast sandwich and you grabbed a table towards the back, eating and talking through a small breakfast.
Kevin kept the conversation lively, talking about the happier side to being a cop. The many people he got to save by being there in the nick of time. He gushed about his siblings and you absolutely melted at the pride and love in his eyes. It made your pussy ache listening to how he stepped up so you shoved that thought out of your mind.
The morning sun turned into early afternoon and the light played off of Kevin's angles. He talked with his whole body, weaving tales as if you were really there with him. Your mind drifted though, distracted by his open face. His long eyelashes were enchanting, his lips plump and juicy while he licked them often. Oh, that bastard. He had to be doing it on purpose.
It was easy to get lost in the conversation, the flow moving so seamlessly that the coffee shop filled up and the sound didn't register at all. It didn't matter what other folks had going on. You just wanted to listen to him.
You told your own stories about work and family, different events you attended with Jay and Claire. You told him about your last vacation to Thailand and how seeing the ruins were your favorite part.
The way he listened made you feel actually heard. He asked questions where he needed and invited you to keep sharing. You never had so much damn fun sitting and talking. Eventually though, the coffee shop got too packed and it was time to head back to his place.
Back to reality.
Neither one of you brought up the subject of returning back to your normal lives. You had to get back to work and chores and trying to relax without guilt. He had to go back to being on call, ready to spring into action at any moment. The bubble would burst and yeah, you were worried that this was just a sex haze.
You hoped that wasn't the case. It didn't feel like it was, but hey, people did stranger things after a few…dozens of orgasms. Dozens. This man trained your body from the very first handshake.
The walk to his place was more somber. He held your hand and held you close, but there were no words to be said. Back at his place, you settled headed for his couch. He pulled you back, giving you a sexy grin.
"I believe there's a policy in place, beautiful," he said.
You giggled. "Oh, you can't be serious," you said.
"There are punishments for breaking the law. Do we want to play that game?" He gave you a devilish grin, begging you to disobey him.
You shivered. But the memory of his first punishment was too fresh in your mind. You couldn't survive another round of watching him cum without it in you or on you. Fuck. He turned you into a sex fiend. Shamelessly too.
You opted to be good, wanting him more than you wanted to be a minx. For now. You stripped out of your clothes, getting butterball naked while he watched with hungry elevator eyes. You felt so sexy in his presence.
"Hm, hm, hm," he muttered, biting his lip as the last of the clothes hit the floor. He took your hand and led you to the living room, sitting down on the couch and pulling you into his lap.
"It's going to be real painful going home after this," you said, wanting to rip the band-aid off. The suspense was killing you and before you went any further, you wanted to lay it all out there.
He sighed in agreement and settled into the sofa, widening his legs so that you could sit comfortably. His hands gripped your hips, rubbing his fingers in circles on your skin. "Why does it feel so damn hard? We're going to see each other again," he said.
The certainty in his tone sent shivers down your spine. Especially in that deep voice of his. You smiled at him. "That's what's frying me!"
You squeezed his arms, needing to feel him. It was insane. But at least you both were feeling it.
"It's not forever. Just for a few days when our schedules align," he said. "And you'll stay until the morning."
"Oh, I will, huh?" You giggled.
Kevin bounced you on his knee making your titties bounce with. He bit his lip and did it again and you giggled harder, gripping his forearms so you wouldn't go flying off. His hands still held you in place, not budging at all in his capable hands.
"You will. I want to wake up to that pretty face again," he said. "With my morning snack."
Your pussy clenched even as you laughed and rolled your eyes. You literally could not with him. "I can definitely get used to that."
"So, we're going to enjoy the rest of tonight. Just you and me," he said.
"I'd really like that," you said, leaning over to kiss him. He moaned and deepened the kiss, his tongue peeking out to duel with yours. He sucked on your bottom lip and then continued to kiss, his hands coming up to cup the back of your head. He pulled you every which way he wanted you to go. You were able to feel all of him, hear his breathy moans, and get lost in the kiss.
Kevin slowly broke away, grinning as you tried to steal one more. He winked at your confused pout and stood up with you in his arms. He carried you to his room, turning on the light as he went.
He deposited you on his bed and he stripped in front of you, never breaking eye contact as he did so. You looked your fill, moaning at every new piece of skin he revealed. He kept his body in shape, his muscles flexing as he moved. He grinned at you and then climbed onto the bed, pulling you beneath him.
He dropped his weight on you and you sighed in pure bliss. It was a struggle to get a full breath and you sighed again, never being able to describe the relief you felt. You greedily clung onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist.
You made out, continuing your earlier dance. Kevin's fingers traveled down your body, bringing goosebumps with it. He reached between you, rubbing your clit and you jerked, moaning into his mouth.
The break gave you both a chance to catch your breath, but his fingers worked overtime. You were wet from the moment he told you to get out of your clothes, but with his fingers working a steady beat, making your legs shake in the most delicious way, the orgasm snuck up on you and you convulsed, screaming his name as the wave rode you.
"That's right, beautiful," he moaned, moving his fingers to slide into your pussy. You clenched around two..no, three of his fingers stretching you, and playing with your G-spot like it was his personal stress relief toy.
Your hands clawed at him, trying to escape and get away. The downside to being crushed by his weight was that he effectively pinned you to the matress and prevented escape. Your body twitched and jerked as another orgasm ripped through, snatching every one of your senses.
As you came down, your body rebooted and came back online. First came your hearing, as you heard Kevin whisper filthy shit in your ear. "I'm going to fill this pussy up. Every last fuckin' drop I got," he said.
He ended his words with a kiss to your neck. Next came feeling, as his lips traveled to the spot beneath your ear, causing your thighs to tingle. Kevin pulled his fingers free of your pussy, bringing them to your lips. You opened your mouth, tasting your essence on his thick fingers.
"Clean it up, baby," he said. He pulled his fingers out and kissed you. His dick throbbed against your ass.
"Fill me up, Kev, please," you moaned. You needed him connected to you, as close as he could possibly get.
"Flip the fuck over," he grunted. He backed off of you and you gulped in fresh pulls of air. He got to his knees with renewed energy, pulling you into the position he wanted without waiting for you to comply.
You laid nearly flat on the bed with your knees putting you at a certain angle. Kevin laid behind you, lining himself up. Without a word, he thrust inside you to the hilt.
"Oh fuck!" You cried out, the sudden fullness sending your mind straight to outer space.
Kevin leaned down until his chest was on your back, his thighs pressed to the back of yours, and a possessive hand around your right hip. He kissed your ear and began to thrust, each deep stroke like a crack of thunder in the quiet room.
There was nothing but your mingled, panicked breaths echoing in the room. The smell of sex and sweat a powerful aphrodisiac. "Oh fuck, Kevin," you moaned into the bed.
"That's it, right there. Fuck you feel so good. Fuckin' made for this dick. This my pussy from now on," he moaned, his thrusts still rocking into you, pounding you into the bed as if you were a nail in the wall.
"Oh, yes, Daddy," you moaned. You never called a man that in your life. And yet Kevin earned the title. And then some. You clenched around his dick, your walls shaking from how easily you gushed for him.
"That's it, baby. Give me what Daddy deserve. Bounce on that dick. Bounce on that dick, baby," he moaned, his dick throbbing inside you.
"Shit, I'm finna—" You screamed as your orgasm rushed through you, more intense than any he's given you the past few days. Your nails dug into his covers, gripping on for dear life.
Kevin stroked a few more times, like his body was moving faster than he could keep up with. He hissed in your ear and moaned as he climaxed, filling your pussy with his cum.
"That's it. That's it, milk it out of me," he said as you bounced on it, squeezing your pussy to capture every drop.
He collapsed on top of you, his panting breaths rivaling your own. Your pussy throbbed in time with his dick, in sync in ways you didn't even know was possible. Kevin softened and gently pulled out of you, a rush of his cum leaking out of you.
Kevin sat back on his haunches and pulled your asscheeks apart to watch him slide down your pussy lips.
"So fuckin' perfect," he whispered in awe.
You yawned and Kevin chuckled, kissing both sides of your ass. He nipped one of them and you hissed at the sharp sting. He chuckled and then got off of the bed to grab a warm washcloth. You groaned while he cleaned you up and he cooed, telling you he was almost done.
You must've fallen asleep because the next thing you knew, the lights were off and Kevin was in bed. When you stirred, he pulled you into him so that he enveloped you completely. His body heat rolled off of him in waves and you shivered with a deep moan, snuggling closer. You wanted to live in the cuddle.
You layed your head on Kevin's arm, feeling so safe and secure and right. You just knew that this was the start to something grounbreaking. Men like him didn't come around often. And no, he wasn't truly perfect. There were bound to be things that irritated you.
But you had all the time in the world to explore him. And explore every drop of pleasure he wrung from you. You were a limp spaghetti noodle in his hands. Nothing but putty for him to mold and squeeze and play with.
"Prepare to be sick of me," he whispered in your ear, his breath fanning across your cheeks.
You giggled sleepily, lalaland calling your name. "You stuck with me at this point," you said.
He kissed your ear. "Wouldn't have it any other way."
The end.
A/N: I know! I know. But it's not goodbye to Kevin forever. He will pop up in a new series so stay tuned!
The Secret Kevin Atwater Files | Part 1 | Part 2
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chapter one
— series
pairing: jaafar jackson x black fem!oc; aurelia rivers
summary: things don’t get that tricky just yet but it could lead to it!
warnings: cussing (very mild ik), typos (i’m sick and i’m writing this at 3 am lmao)
saint’s presidential podium 🧿: i delayed tf out of this chapter. i hope you guys enjoy this introductory chapterrrr. i will fix it up when i wake up and thanks for tuning innnn 🫶🏽
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Los Angeles, CA
The sounds of a LA radio station acted as a filler in the car, the morning sun reflecting on a new billboard in front of the pair sitting in partial traffic.
“I still don’t understand why you’re wearing heels. It’s just a meeting before we all leave for Cape Town. I mean, shit, your solos two days ago were perfect. They already know you’re perfect for this role.” Samantha rambled as she usually did whenever she was stuck in traffic and most people were subjected to her rants.
A small sigh left Aurelia’s nose, the sun clinging to her skin through the windshield. “I told you, my costume assistant told me that I’m in heels majority of the movie. These aren’t even that bad, really.” She spoke softly, looking down at her mules.
“Yeah sure, whatever you say.” Samantha said, rolling her eyes playfully. “What’s up with you? You were all excited when I came to pick you up.” She furrowed her eyebrows, mainly to switch lanes and discreetly give someone the middle finger.
“Damien texted me, talking about some “I can’t let you go there by yourself. Your mama would agree wit me.” As if I’m not grown and working.” Aurelia scoffed, utterly irritated at the thought of her boyfriend.
Samantha let out a loud laugh, cackling at her client’s words. “That’s easily the most deranged shit you ever told me. We gotta make sure he doesn’t get on that plane with you and was he even approved to be on set?”
“…No.”
“Then you know what to say when you text him back, sis.” She stepped on the accelerator, the traffic lights turning green and the wind blew gently into the car as they drove to their destination.
— ☆ bel air country club
Her heels clicked as she walked into the lavish reception area, Chanel No.5 and grilled lobster lingered the air as natural light poured in from the skylight and the newly opened padel courts beyond the country club bar.
“Ah, Miss Rivers! It’s always so good to see you, just lookin’ like a star!” A cheery older male voice boomed as she approached the reception desk. She’d recognised it anywhere, clutching the strap of her purse tightly. “Mr O’Riley. Likewise, my mother sends her congratulations for your recent golfing win.” A polite smile. Poised but ready to end the interaction.
James O’Riley never made it a secret that he fancied Aurelia, despite having a black band on his ring finger that he has had for seven years. Having technically inherited the country club, he had vowed to treat everyone with kindness and respect however when his eyes fell on Aurelia at the grand re-opening with his wife standing next to him, he had almost lost his mind.
Smiling at the sound of her voice, the scars from his facelift almost popped open. “Why, thank you. What’s your meeting for? Got a boyfriend? Y’know I got a special bottle just for us-”
“Real kind of you, Mr O’Riley. Can you bring that special bottle to my table in around..20 minutes? That’d be great.” She now pursed her lips in a tight smile, turning to finally reach the front desk.
After settling that her lunch would be on her mother’s tab, she sauntered to the open dining area and quickly scanned to find where her director was sitting. Taking a complimentary hand fan, she thanked the worker and walked over to the table with papers already in front of the man who could confirm her stance in Hollywood.
“Frank De Luca. An honour to be doing this film with you, really.” Aurelia greeted as she hung her purse on the bag stand right next to Frank’s battered leather shoulder bag. Half a cappuccino and a doughnut sat in front of him and a cigarette was right behind his ear.
“Aurelia, please. I should be freaking out since I’m working with such stars already. As you know, romcoms aren’t really something I do but I knew I needed to take this chance. Just gotta wait for Jaafar to get here for this meeting.” He replied, checking his watch before looking back at Aurelia.
A quick look back to the framed archway into the entrance of the outside patio and it was as if the air shifted entirely. She took a breath, wondering if it was just her who felt a slight flush of heat at the man smiling at one of the workers before placing his hands in his pockets.
Wait.
An engagement band on his left hand.
Fuck.
Damien, her boyfriend of a year, flashed through her head and she quickly scrambled for the jar of cucumber water sitting pretty in the centre of the metal table.
“Jaafar! Good for you to finally join us.” Frank teased, poking fun at the guy as his light steps approached the table. Her co-star’s arm left his pocket, a couple of veins giving Aurelia’s eyes a performance as her director dapped him up. She never gave herself a chance to even look at his outfit. “I take it the two of you are familiar with each other.”
Another classic Frank joke snapped her out of her daze. She playfully gave him a look before turning to Jaafar, her hand already out for a handshake. Jaafar’s hand swallowed hers but it was gentle, soft enough to bring that flush of heat crawling up her neck again.
Stop.
“Although the first time we met was short as hell, it’s nice to see you again.” She smiled up at him, slightly rising out of her seat but he seemed to give her a sign to stay seated. Somehow but she sat down, her eyes gazing all over him.
A basketball cap, cleanly shaven hair poking beneath it, sunglasses being taken off to reveal eyes that were already staring back at her. A cream coloured sweater with sleeves lifted up to the elbow and showcasing forearms she could get used to seeing and linen pants, ending the fit with crisp white air force ones and a dainty gold chains.
He smiled at her, his grip softening from her hand as he accepted the slight poke from her manicured nails before ultimately letting go and opening his chair to sit. Jaafar’s mouth was moving, saying something but she watched as he sat down and even adjusting his hips slightly to get comfortable in the seat.
“…..to see you again. The drive here was something else.” Jaafar spoke, his words finally reaching Aurelia’s ears but her eyes were glued to the way the smile never left his eyes or how his cheeks had slight dimples.
“Yeah, I was stuck in traffic coming up here. The sun’s makin’ people go crazy.” She chuckled softly, adding in to the conversation and hoping she made sense, taking a sip of her cucumber water.
Frank just nodded happily before clapping his hands once. “Now, I know I took you two out of your very busy schedules — and you, Jaafar, out of wedding preparations.” The director expressed with a playful push to Jaafar’s bicep.
Wedding prep, sounds serious.
“Congrats.” She choked out, giving him a dazzling smile whilst lifting her glass as a toast. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” He replied softly and warmly, hand on his chest.
The moment disappeared when a waiter came to take orders for brunch. Once done, she took a quick breath and had to remember what she was here for.
“We have a couple things to discuss. Aurelia here took a couple of solo shots like…two days ago and we got yours, Jaafar, three days before. We all good on that portion.” Frank started, flipping through a printed schedule and his notebook simultaneously.
A page turn later, he looked up at his stars. “This part might just be hard. Studio execs approached me and proposed this so…” The famous director hand that signed “don’t blame me” waved over Frank’s face. “Promoting movies these days is utter garbage and I know you guys can agree.” He pointed a pencil between the two.
“Aurelia, Jaafar…you guys are my stars and I need everything to go right. A De Luca film has never gone wrong.” Frank explained, his eyes moving between the two above the rim of his glasses.
Jaafar leaned forward, “That is true.” He added with a small smile, trying to make the mood a bit lighter than what it just turned to.
“PR is suggesting you two promote this movie by convincing the world that something is happening between you two. We need hangouts, public appearances, interviews, instagram whatevers, tiktoks…just- just shit that will make the world interested.” Frank started and somehow that sounded worse than Damien saying he’d fly with her.
The silence stretched for quite a moment, a gulp or two shared between her and Jaafar.
“And I don’t mean to sound dumb but could you…elaborate on that?” Aurelia asked, her voice cracking as she shifted in her seat. Jaafar’s finger rested between his lips as his elbow leaned on the arm of the chair, quiet as a mouse.
“The movie’s based on a bridesmaid and the best man. It’s a romcom and it needs an insane amount of promotion so what’s better than rumours circulating to make the public interested? None of it’s real, anyway.” Frank just shrugged his shoulders and sipped his coffee as if he didn’t just tilt their world axis.
Another beat of silence.
“Frank,” Jaafar hesitated, now sitting with his hands on his lap and fidgeting with the engagement ring. “And I mean this well. I’m…engaged. It’d be a bad look on my part, y’know? And I’m not sure if Aurelia’s spoken for but….” He trailed off.
“I am.” She said quietly, almost embarrassed that she even said that. “He’s right. It’d be messy.” She breathed out, not wanting to hear the answer from Frank as he held the bridge of his nose together.
“Messy ties Hollywood together. It’s happening. Talk to your partners before we have to leave for Cape Town.” Frank stated, insinuating that he had put his foot down and the decision was final. He took the last sip of his coffee, gathering his items and standing up.
“I’ll see you too soon.” And just like that, he disappeared from the utterly confused pair. Aurelia, dumbfounded and now pissed at the dismissal of this, was about to stand up but a large hand laid on hers, grounding her and she, once again, sat down.
A sigh left his mouth. “It’s alright, he’s just stressed. We just gonna have to work around this.” Jaafar muttered, shifting his hips once again so his back was completely against the chair.
“This is fucked, though. How could he just- I don’t wanna seem like a damn home wrecker!” Aurelia expressed, her chest rising and falling slightly and eventually gave up, knowing that it was either going with it or losing her first lead role and having her parents in her ear.
Jaafar’s hand hadn’t left Aurelia’s arm and in that moment of what seemed like comfort, James walked up to the table with a bright smile and thought he’d see the object of his dreams sitting all pretty by herself. Imagine the scowl on his face when spotting a movie star right next to her with his hand on hers. Grumbling words under his mouth, he shoved the bottle of champagne in a worker’s arms and stomped away.
“We…can do this. Maybe not all the way through but it could be somethin’.” Jaafar suggested. Soft, subtle as if the words could run away any moment.
“You sure? I really don’t wanna step on anybody’s toes.”
“…I’m sure. Just gotta have those tough conversations when we get home.”
“…You know, you pronounce your t’s all the way through. Is that a Jackson thing?”
That caught him off guard. He covered his mouth with his fist, already laughing at the words before he could register any words to conjure up a sentence.
“We can say that.”
“Alright then.” She playfully emphasised the T in the first word, earning another chuckle from him. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he quickly read the words, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.
“Sorry ‘bout that. My fiancée is just checking f’me.” He muttered again, typing a little then putting his phone down.
“What’s her name?”
“Rachel.”
All Aurelia could do was nod. Her mind was running at a million miles per hour, she wasn’t fully present so much so that she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to be near this man right now.
“Yours?”
“Hm?”
“Your partner. Their name.”
“Oh. Right. Damien. Probably somewhere smoking a cigarette.” A half laugh escaped her. Aurelia felt awkward now, she never feels awkward or nervous but now it’s a different story.
She could feel herself closing in and the slight hairs on her arms were raising. Someone was watching them. Turning to the left, she could spot a couple whispering to themselves with phones in their hands. Looking back at Jaafar, you knew that you were sitting next to a movie star who broke records for and with his most adored uncle.
“Hey, let’s take this food to go. We don’t know what kinda PR the studio execs want us to do.” She chuckled softly, already gathering her things and standing up. He followed immediately after and the height difference between them could easily make her squeal.
But nevertheless, she was spoken for.
Everything after that was seamless. Collecting food, paying for the tab from his part, pleasant goodbyes back into their own lives before they’d have to inevitably meet once again.
“So? How’d it go? You seem awfully defeated.” Samantha pried, starting the car up and carefully driving off and through the private driveway leading to the exit of the country club.
Kicking her heels off, Aurelia got comfortable and placed her bag in the backseat. “I’m fucked, Sam. I won’t even hold you. It could get real messy, really quickly.” Aurelia expressed, practically showing her exhaustion to a situation that hasn’t even started.
“Girl, what are you talking about? I saw him when he walked in. Real gentle and real fine too.” Samantha furrowed her brows, tilting her head slightly.
“He’s engaged, Sam.”
“…But he’s not married.”
“Sam! Damn, you can’t say that.” Aurelia stated but couldn’t fully bury the laughter threatening to leave her body.
Samantha now cackled. “This is not my first PR moment with movie stars. You’ll be okay, I swear.” She held the steering wheel while concentrating on Aurelia.
“Y’know I can’t reject this because my dad will chew my head off if I don’t come back holding the movie script.” She rolled her dark brown eyes discreetly at the thought of my parents.
“I know, girl. You’ll do juuuust fine. He won’t do nothing crazy because of his girl. Just like you with David.” Samantha grinned.
“…Damien.”
“That’s what I said.”
“Oh my god, Sam.” Aurelia quietly groaned, leaning against the headrest.
Next week is going to be tough for Aurelia. Hopefully not, but it’ll will.
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See I am going to need more of this.
۫ . ۪ ֗ ᥫ᭡𝑹𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝑾𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈…
+𝟣𝟪 • 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 | 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬; 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘬*𝘯𝘬; 𝘧𝘦𝘮-𝘥𝘰𝘮; 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦-𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦; 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯; 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦-𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨; 𝘰𝘳*𝘭 (𝘧𝘦𝘮. 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨); 𝘮*𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 (𝘮. 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨) ; 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱; 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨; 𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴
⚠️ 𝚁𝚊𝚠 𝙷𝚎𝚖𝚜 (𝚄𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚔) ⚠️
𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵 before he sent that message, she could hear it; the low rumble of the engine. An S58 she remembers him saying—whatever the fuck that means.
His vehicle haunts her property.
She should be worried. She should be scared.
Instead, all she can feel is a poorly timed ego boost; she smirked when she read the message.
What kind of a man shows up to your house, unannounced, begging for a sexual favor? And what kind of a woman is she to be excited by something like that?
She only has the answer to one of those questions.
Either way, there’s no guilt regarding her feelings towards this situation. She’s already decided that he gets a pass—just because she likes him.
Patience is embedded in her pace. So much so, that it can almost be mistaken for a lack of care.
Before she lifts a finger to respond to his text, there’s a list of chores she must run through; There’s grabbing herself a midday snack. Afterwards, it’s studying herself in the mirror, trying to decide if she should get that extra syringe of filler in her lips this month or not. And lastly, she has to freshen up in the bathroom.
All the while, the steady purr of that engine awaits outside. And when she finally remembers that it’s there, that’s when she seems to muster up enough consideration to respond to his message:
Ok
It takes almost another thirty minutes to make it out of the house. She can’t go out there with her hair out of place. He’ll appreciate the effort when he sees it. She knows he will.
And she’s pleased to see that she wasn’t wrong when she pulls that car door open.
He’s sitting up, alert and body turned in her direction. He could’ve fallen asleep by now with all of the waiting she had him doing.
But, she knows he wouldn’t. He’s proven himself too desperate for even a sprinkle of her time.
Fucking loser, she thinks with a scoff.
“Hey.”
His voice wavers with thinly veiled excitement. Even as he smiles, the expression twitches with a weak attempt at keeping one’s face under control.
She—successfully—fights the urge to grimace.
"Your hair is pretty," he speaks softly, eyeing the lengthy loose-deep wave bundles sitting over her shoulders.
For what seems like the the longest five seconds in her entire life, she stares at him quietly. “Let’s make this quick, I have things to do.”
That isn’t the first time she’s said that, yet … there’s never an explanation for the “things” she mentions. Then again, he never asks. He knows better than to question her.
His nod is too hasty. She allows her upper lip to curl in distaste.
His seat lowers at a pace she can tell is too slow for him. Like, if he could, she swears he would have his seat lower at break-neck speed. She finds it so pathetic.
It’s almost a big enough deal to ruminate on—almost. Until her attention is snatched up, so quickly she doesn’t even get the chance to be disgusted within herself for being so … easy.
The flame of her usual candor is snuffed out. Black baggy sweatpants, structured with fabric thick enough to hide the general shape of his legs, folds and bends around what’s between his thighs.
It hides so little yet so much; the general shape of an untouched dick as it firms up in her presence. Wrinkles pull around her nose with the scrunch of her face.
“God, did u even put on underwear?” Her lashes bat beautifully with every irritated blink.
It takes seconds for her to return eye contact, having to drag her eyes away from his lap. When she does, she only rolls them as he leers at her like a poor man who’s just found gold.
He shakes his head in answer.
“Whatever.”
She doesn’t move with haste, nor deliberate slowness, as she pulls her shorts and underwear off. She moves with a normal pace, in fact. However, in his eyes, she might as well have been losing a race against molasses.
His fingers curl, bend, and snap with the cracking of his knuckles, a habit of restlessness within him she’s come to know. She bites her tongue to keep from lashing out at him for the incessant sound.
She comes to her knees, just seconds away from crawling over to his side when she halts in place. She shoves an accusatory finger in his face. Yet, he doesn’t break eye contact, only gazing into her big, gorgeous brown, irate eyes.
“And don’t fuck around this time—none of that extra shit. You said you wanted to eat, so eat. No fucking talking or praise or—or whatever the fuck it is that you like to do. I’m not your bitch. I just want to get off, that’s all.”
Lower lip caught between his teeth, he nods like an eager dog.
Her warning glare lasts but so long before she folds herself in half on his seat, pulling her knees to her chest. Baby blue shorts have made their way up by her ass, coming to hide between the full cheeks.
That doesn’t distract him from the stretch of the skimpy fabric over her cunt. The curves of her lips, the fullness of her clit—he should be the one asking if she’s wearing any underwear.
Immediately, he gets an answer when she drags the shorts off, tossing them onto the car floor.
Nope.
Shifting an inch lower in his seat as she climbs onto his side, he’s already got a hand in his lap, pushing his dick to sit more comfortably. Every movement she makes as she situates herself atop his chest is punctuated by a jiggle.
It makes his mouth water. And as she moved higher up his body, he sticks his tongue out for a taste. The wet muscle waits for her as she lowers herself right over his face, fat pussy spread for him.
“Fuck,” he groans out from beneath her thighs, voiced muffled. “Been waiting for this.”
“Couldn’t even f-fucking wait.”
Blindly, he squeezes himself through the thick sweats that start to feel more like suffocation than warmth. His hips stutter.
“Stop—fucking moving so much.”
Her words send a straight shot of blood down to his dick. He doesn’t wait for her to tell him when to start. He already knows how this goes. His free hand comes down on a dimples ass cheek with a smack, gripping the fat.
“Hey—”
His tongue slides through her lips with no hesitation, wetting them up and getting them even slicker with his spit. The sound of her breath hitching in her chest is heard, even as he’s under her water.
He smiles against her before he can stop himself. Because no matter how bad she curses him out, he knows that she loves this. All of it. Even the parts she claims to hate.
The muscles in his upper arm flex as his hand travels higher to hold the small of her back, providing strong support as he tongues her clit.
It’s been so long since he’s last tasted her. A week was absolutely ridiculous.
“Fuuuck, I—mmph … missed this,” he mumbles, gently wagging his head beneath her as he burrows his nose in her lips. “Missed kissing … your pussy—“
“Sshut the fuck up.”
The arch in her back deepens with the rocking of her hips. Her knuckles pale as her grip on the top of the backseats harden.
He doesn’t even remember getting his hand in his pants, but that’s the least of his worries as he shakes his head faster.
“Love this—“ he moans out, cutting himself off.
She chews at her bottom lip as she tries to concentrate on the swivel of her own hips. The dense muscles in her thighs clench and unclench as she moves back and forth, dragging her pussy over his face.
“S-so stop talking, a-and fucking eat,” she says through gritted teeth, breath hitching as he plunges his tongue inside.
A deep groan shakes her to her core as his mouth widens to take more of her in. His hand moves beneath the cover of his pants, pumping slow and steady, squeezing just enough to mimic how he thinks she’d feel on the inside.
God only knows she would never let him get the chance to experience the real thing.
A hand lets go of the leather seat to sink between her legs. Her fingers—skinny and prettied up with long acrylics his money paid for—snake through his soft, chestnut curls.
“Mmh,” he moans, humping up into his own hand as the pads of her fingers kneed at his scalp.
She doesn’t give him the satisfaction of moaning out for him, letting him know verbally how much she’s enjoying this. All she gives him is the relentless roll of her hips, her ass dimpeling over his chin as her pussy is smushed all over his face.
He feels blessed, truly.
Blessed to bury his nose within her fat pillowy lips, slicked up with her own juices and his spit.
Blessed to feel her walls squeeze around his tongue and try to milk it like it were his dick, desperate to be filled with his nut—or he wishes, at least.
Blessed to feel the firm pumping of blood to her swollen clit against his upper lip as he plays with it.
“O-oh, God—“ He inhales so sharply, his chest locking up beneath her body, as those fingers coil tight with his curls and tug.
“You’re getting greedy.”
“H-hm?” His hips stutter.
“Moving like … you always have access to me … to th-this,” she pants.
He shakes his head against her, brushing his lips against her clit—unwilling to even pull away for just a second to respond.
She tugs harder.
“Agh—fuck—“
“Should be fucking thankful … even giving you the time of f-fucking day.”
He twitches in his hand, a dribble of precum slipping out and soaking his boxers.
“Y-you’re right—“
She readjusts her seating, dragging her cunt and ass against his face.
His hand falls from the small of her back down to an ass cheek. His fingers grip it tight, just imagining the way the fat spills through them.
“Fuck, I’m sorry … I-I’m sorry.” His voice is muffled against her hot, wet skin. He releases the tight grip on her to rub at the supple skin, feeling the cellulite and stretch marks beneath his palm. “M’sorry … s-so sorry.”
His licks turn tentative, moving with the purpose of enjoying everything that she gives him. Everything. There isn’t a single part of her that he rejects. He licks her down like a plate.
A weak shudder trickles down her spine, eyes shutting for half-a-second as she almost lets a tiny mewl slip.
“Sorry,” he croaks. His lips press an apologetic smooch to her clit, feeling it thump against him. “I’m Sorry.” His words blur into a mumble as he nuzzle into her cunt again, feeling her honey drip and glaze over his face.
She’s all he smells, feels, and tastes. She’s all around him, his atmosphere.
“I don’t wanna fucking apology,” she murmurs, eyes low and unfocused as she uses his face to reach her peak. “Tell me … what it felt like, waiting a-all week for me.”
His eyes roll back. His brain short circuits, moving on the first, stupid thought it spits out. He lifts his hips to blindly push his pants further down. He pulls his dick out, exposing it to the car’s moist and heated air.
“Tell me,” she grits out, pulling at his hair again.
“Yes, baby—shit,” he moans, eyes closed and mouth open. “It was … s-so hard.”
His voice cracks. Her thighs tremble around his head and his hand steadies her at her back again.
“Kept … kept remembering the way you … way you tasted...”
His hand passes back and forth over his dick, spreading his precum over his taught skin. If they listened hard enough, they could hear the soft squidge of his slicked up skin as he beat his dick.
“Could feel you … o-on my tongue, I …” His tongue finds her clit and suckles at it, completely forgetting what he was saying.
She not so much as allowed it as she is desperate for her own climax.
He lets her pearl go with a quiet pop. “Was going crazy, baby. Could smell you everywhere … missed you.” His voice is almost a cry. “Missed you so bad, I … mmph!”
Cum spills down his dick in a messy dribble, slipping over wet skin and his fist as he continues to tug.
“So hard … was so hard anyt-time—thought about you.”
His words melt into a slurred mess.
“Wish you could see me, huh?” she pants. “Have me cum all over you, h-hm?”
“Mmh—fuck, yes, Mommy,” he mumbles breathlessly into her.
Her walls flutter at the word and her eyes threaten to roll back. The drop she feels in her lower tummy is steep.
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i automatically assume the reader has a silk press or box braids when y'all are describing hair in these stories. LMFAOOOOOO, you will NOT rain on my parade. i'll picture michael x reader being about a black girl every single time
Sunshine
Pairing: Tyrone x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI., multiple uses of n-word and derogatory names. You are in charge of your own reading experience! Intentional use of AAVE. Porn without plot. Cursing, PIV, oral (both male and fem receiving), derogatory language, possession kink, size kink, all consensual.
Summary: At a house party, you meet Tyrone. Common sense flies out the window as you two sneak off for some fun.
Word Count: 2,462k
A/N: I...I have no excuses for myself. And I debated on posting this or not. But I've been feral since the movie came out and I've been gobbling up all the fics I can find. Just wanted to contribute. Of course Fontaine is fine, but I'm a West Coast girlie. Likes are awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers. If you're not Black, please don't reblog.
You bent over to get a tequila soda from the cooler when you felt a presence next to you. You looked up and it took everything in you not to drop your jaw. The man was gorgeous. Beautiful dark skin, thick with two C’s, and a wide smile. He licked them big, juicy lips and smirked at you.
He tugged on one of your braids. “You too good to be hanging around here,” he said. Oh god, his voice was fine too. No, he was dangerous. But you couldn’t make your legs move away.
“What you talkin’ about?” You managed to ask.
“You one of them good girls that always got her nose in a book,” he said. He sipped whatever was in his cup. From the faint smell of it, it was probably Henny. It always was.
You laughed and shook your head. “I know you’re not talking about stereotypes.” You pointed to his outfit and then pointed to a group of guys on the other side of the cooler. They all wore Khaki dickie shorts, high black socks, Chucks, and a sweatshirt or flannel. He noticed and chuckled.
“It’s comfortable,” he said. He took in your outfit: a short, blue summer dress and sandals. But the way he took the time to peruse you, study you, had you drinking out of your cup to avoid smiling like an idiot.
“Whatever. And what’s so wrong with having my nose in a book?”
“You too pure to hang around some hood niggas. Probably like them crew cut muthafuckas, right?”
You laughed and shook your head. If only he knew…the hundreds, if not thousands at this point, pages of smut you inhaled on a weekly basis. “Definitely not. What other stereotypes you got for me?”
“You got a curfew, don’t you? Some nice nigga in your DMs askin’ to take you out,” he continued.
A few other people at the house party moved over to grab drinks. You moved out of their way, moving closer to him. Damn, he smelled so damn good. The right mix of clean soap and cologne. He wasn’t the type to take a bath in it.
“Wrong, wrong, and wrong,” you said. He tugged on your braid again. You scrunched up your face, pretending to be upset. He grinned.
“I’m Tyrone,” he said. He held out his hand.
You introduced yourself and took his hand. He shook it but refused to let go. Instead he pulled you closer and kissed your cheek.
“I got to worry about someone comin’ to fight me over your pretty ass?” He asked.
“No!” You said with a laugh.
“Good, because I ain’t trynna catch a body over you,” he whispered in your ear, sending shivers from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. Murder was not a sexy subject. And yet…
“Now sir, who said I even want to entertain you?” You asked. You sipped your drink. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of his.
He smirked and leaned in again. “Bet. Let me see them panties, then,” he said. He studied your body: your thick thighs, tummy, and chubby cheeks.
Shit. You laughed and ran your tongue over your teeth. There was a damp spot in your panties growing by the second. You desired this man. You were actively lusting after him. Everything in your head told you to walk away. He was trouble with a capital T. A verified hood nigga.
You grinned and took his hand, weaving in and out of people grinding on the dance floor. Tupac and Dre blasted through the speakers. Red solo cups were high in the air as people showed out.
You caught the eye of your best friend and waved. She noticed that you were holding Tyrone’s hand and she grinned, tapping her fist against the wall she leaned on. A man stood beside her with his hand on her waist. Both of ya’ll wasn’t making it home early tonight.
You tugged Tyrone towards the stairs. Everyone had converged into the basement with the strict promise not to disturb upstairs. That was already out of the window as multiple people were on the first level making out. But you wanted to do more than make out.
You pulled him deeper into the house, heading towards an empty bedroom. You checked the room and there was no one in it. Tyrone pushed you in and locked the door behind him. He turned on the light and grinned at you.
“Not so good, are you?” He asked. He pulled you closer. His warm hands circled your waist and pulled you flush against him, you could feel his thick cock against your thigh.
“Oh shit,” you gasped.
He chuckled. “You tappin’ out?” He asked.
Fresh arousal gushed out of you and you bit back a moan. “I want you,” you said. Your body was on fire from how much you wanted him.
As if that’s what he was waiting on, he crashed his lips against yours. His sexy brown lips kissed and sucked your bottom lip. He pushed his tongue inside. You tasted the Henny on his breath and moaned. You grabbed onto the sleeves of his flannel, needing something to hold on to.
He pushed you backwards as he continued to kiss you. The back of your legs hit the bed. Instead of pushing you on to it, he turned you around.
“Knees, pretty girl,” he said.
You dropped instantly. He chuckled as he looked down at you. He ran a hand over his jaw. “You always listen that well?” He asked.
“Only when I want to,” you said and grinned.
He took off his flannel and black T-shirt and removed his black tank. He worked at his belt, loosening it and pulling the zipper down. His dick sprang free with a light little bounce. You licked your lips.
Dicks were not pretty. Full stop. However, his was gorgeous. It was long and girthy and curved a little bit. The more you stared, the harder he seemed to get. He pumped himself a few times and tapped your lips with it. Precum painted a coat on your lips and you licked it up.
“Let’s see how good you are,” he said.
He sat on the bed and you scooted closer, looking at him while you lowered your mouth. You took the tip in first, getting used to the salty taste of him. You flattened your tongue and swirled it around.
“Stop playin’ and get to work,” he said. You giggled and really got to work. If he wanted to think you were a goody two-shoes, then so be it.
You sucked him in and got to work. You played with his dripping cock. You used both hands to twist as you sucked. Spit ran down his dick and you gathered it up with your fingers to properly lube him up.
“Oh, fuck,” he said. You saw his eyes widen and roll towards the ceiling. He grabbed the back of your head and pushed you down further. You gagged a few times but kept going, licking his fat tip.
“Damn bitch,” he groaned. “Help me bust this nut and I’ll take good care of you.”
You kept sucking and added more pressure. He jerked a few times. With no warning, hot splashes of cum hit the back of your throat. You swallowed it all and licked the corner of your mouth to catch the rest.
He panted as he watched you do it and his eyes grew darker. “Bed.”
You stood up, feeling your wetness between your thighs. You walked over to the bed. Before you sat down, he kissed you and bit your lip. “You’re mine.”
You sighed and your pussy clenched around nothing. Those two words were almost enough to undo you. He gripped your hips roughly and pulled at your dress until it was on the floor next to his clothes. Your panties came next. He rubbed it between his fingers once it was off of you.
“And I’m keeping these too.”
“No, you’re not. Those are mine.” The sharp smack to your ass was heard before it was felt. Stinging pain blossomed on your meaty ass.
You cried out and he did it again. He smacked you a few more times before you were pushing your ass against him for more. He chuckled. When it was clear he wasn’t going to smack you again, you climbed into the bed but you were moving too slow for him. He grabbed your legs and flipped you over like a pancake. Then he yanked you until half your ass was hanging off of the bed.
He knelt down slowly and spread your legs the farthest he could get them. “Pretty fuckin’ pussy too. Yeah, all of this is mine,” he said. His breath fanned over your exposed pussy making you shake.
“You can’t own pussy, nigga,” you said.
This muthafucka bit your thigh. You yelled out. He bit your other thigh, harder. “I’m ‘bout to write my name on it.”
You wanted to argue. As much as you wanted this fool, there was no way in hell…
“Oh god.” You had no breath left in your lungs. Your entire body froze as his tongue began to play with your clit. He lapped up your juices and inhaled it. He ate it like a starving man. Like a nigga just released from jail.
You began to move away. It was too much and too intense. You pushed at his hands. His tongue dived into your pussy and you moaned and screamed. He locked his arms around your thighs and held you open for him to devour.
As his tongue fucked you, one of his thumbs pressed into your clit. You slapped at his hand. “I’m not stoppin’ so quit that shit,” he growled. You locked eyes with him. His mouth and jaw was covered with your juices. A mix of drool and your arousal dripped from his lips. He licked those same lips as he stared you down.
You nodded. He went back to eating you out like it was his full time job. He suckled and flicked at your clit. He rubbed his nose in it. Your belly tightened as your orgasm rose up inside of you quicker than it had ever come. You tossed your head back onto the bed as you screamed your release out. He kept eating you out through it.
As you came down, you twitched as he licked one last time. You stared at the ceiling questioning your life’s choices to bring you to this moment. Tyrone chuckled as he cleaned his face off with his tank.
“You think I’m done with you, bitch?” He asked.
The only thing you could do was half grunt and half laugh. No man was allowed to call you a bitch. And he’s done it twice now and you ain’t even mad.
He helped you sit up further on the bed. Then he laid on top of you, pulling you by the chin to kiss. His tongue swiped against yours in a deep, nasty kiss. As if he wanted you to taste what he did. You tasted yourself on his tongue and it had you moaning and seeking more.
He leaned up on his knees and pumped his dick. “This gon’ hurt, but you’ll be alright.”
He grabbed your knees and pushed them down against the bed. He ran his thick cock over your clit and gathered up as much lubrication as he could. He slid the tip in and you moaned. “Fuck, Tyrone!”
He leaned down and kissed you. “My name sounds pretty on your lips. Say it again.”
You refused. There was still an ounce of defiance in you. He slid in some more, stretching you.
“Shit, shit, shit.” It stung but it also felt too good to tell him to stop. He kissed you again. “Say it.”
“Tyrone, please…” you begged. He kissed you again. “That’s my bitch.”
He kept going. Inch by delicious inch until he bottomed out. He held himself off of you as you adjusted to the sheer size of him. He was easily the biggest you had ever taken and you worried that you would never want anything else. How could anyone compare after that?
He trailed kisses along your jaw and the corner of your mouth. He whispered how pretty you were and how you were his. “So fuckin’ pretty takin’ this dick.”
He kissed and nibbled on your neck until you began to relax. Then, he started moving. He pulled out and then went back in just as slowly. Nigga was a professional at this shit.
As you relaxed and got back to moaning and crying, he sped up his thrusts. “Shit, this pussy feel so good.” He looked down at himself sliding in and out of you. Your arousal gushed out of you, spilling down your ass cheeks.
He twisted his hips and hit a spot deep inside you. “Oh fuck!” Your hips bucked off the bed. You grabbed at the sheets beneath you.
“That’s it.” He chuckled as he kept hitting that spot, over and over. One hand gripped your leg to keep you open for him. His other hand pressed down on your belly. The added pressure had you seeing stars.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you stuttered as your second orgasm steamrolled through you. He kept driving into you.
“Tyrone…” you warned. Though you didn’t know what for. You didn’t want him to stop. Your body felt like it was both buried underground and six feet in the air. Your legs ached from him holding you open but even that managed to feel good.
“You can give me one more,” he said.
“What?” You asked pathetically. Ain’t no fuckin’ way.
“I want one more,” he growled. He kept pushing his thick cock into you. You tried to speak. To communicate that there was no way you could.
He only smirked at you. His cornrows were damp with sweat. He quickened his pace and moved his hand from your stomach. His thumb played with your clit.
“Oh, shit, wait,” you moaned.
“Ain’t no wait. Give me that shit,” he said. In no time at all, you were coming again and squeezing the hell out of his dick. He moaned and panted before pounding into you. He came on a hoarse moan, pushing so deep into you he probably did leave his name there.
Hot ropes of cum squirted inside of you, painting every inch of wall he could find. He dropped his weight on you as you panted together.
He kissed your cheek. “Goddamn, bitch. I’m never letting you go.”
You chuckled. Because you weren’t letting his ass go neither.
If I Took You Home, Part 1
Pairing: Dom!Kevin Atwater x Sub!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. Food porn. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female receiving) teasing, fingering (female receiving), cum play, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. D/s dynamics.
Summary: Your friends were all in relationships so that meant it was time to bug you about your singledom. They were constantly setting you up on dates that made you back out. However, you were sick of saying no and your friend's boyfriend really played up his coworker and friend. It was all true. Your blind date leaves you wanting more.
Word Count: 6,245k
AO3 Link | Part 2
A/N: Hello, my loves. I am missing Kevin so bad! It's been 3 WEEKS without a new episode. I'm dying over here. Reblog and comment to save a writer's life. And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!
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You knew better than to trust your damn friends. You sat at a nice restaurant in a casual berry colored dress, sipping wine and looking like a pathetic loser eating dinner alone. You didn’t have a book to try and pretend like this was planned. Like you decided to take yourself on a date.
You glanced at your phone. To be fair, you were a bit early. Only because you were so nervous about a blind date to begin with. Why had you said yes?
You weren’t sure now. Maybe it was your friends and their constant hounding. They were all hooked up with their respective partners so now you were getting the pitying stares. The stressed smiles after they got done gushing about their own dates and partners. As if being single was some type of disease they wanted to cure.
You took another sip of the sweet wine and thought about canceling. Blind dates were a joke. They probably set you up with some ogre of a man who picked his teeth at the table or scratched his belly after he was finished.
You looked over the menu to give yourself something to do, so you weren’t just staring at your phone.
Your mind ran through all kinds of possibilities for this random man you decided to go out with. Maybe he was bald. Maybe he was shorter than you. You didn't mind dating someone short, but they usually had complexes that you weren’t capable of dealing with. Maybe he was a secret chauvinist…
“Excuse me?” You turned your head to the words and got a face full of stomach. You tilted your head up and saw a gorgeous man with hickory smoked skin, dark and luscious beard, and kinked hair. He smiled wide showing a row of beautiful teeth and you were momentarily struck stupid.
“Friend of Claire’s right?” He asked. “I hope.” He chuckled and licked his lips. Your eyes caught the movement, the slow glide of his tongue across the swell of his lips.
You swallowed a giant ball of stupid thoughts, nodding because you didn’t trust your voice. You were going to have to marry Claire for this one. Absolutely marry her. Her boyfriend, Jay, was going to have to get in line.
The man stuck his hand out and you looked at it briefly, before looking back into his deep brown eyes. “Kevin Atwater,” he said.
You sputtered and mumbled out your name, finally taking his hand and shaking it. His hand eclipsed yours, so huge with thick fingers. His nails were clean too. He smiled and finally took the seat opposite you.
You rearranged the napkin on your nap to give you a reason to collect yourself. You were not the type to go all googly eyed for a man. At least not where they could see. When you looked up, you caught the eye of the woman next to you who had been throwing her own pitying looks your way.
You smirked and lifted an eyebrow, communicating without words. She swiftly turned her gaze to her own date, fixing her already neat bun.
Kevin cleared his throat, pulling the seat closer to the table. His legs were so long however, that he still had a lot of room from the table to his olive green button up. It was open at the collar, giving you a peak at his chest and a black tank underneath. A hint of a chain He wore dark jeans and dark green boots to match and a row of bracelets on his wrists. He had already taken off his black puffer jacket when you weren’t looking.
“You find the restaurant okay?” You asked.
“Yes, ma’am. The parking though?” He asked and shook his head. You giggled, feeling giddy over the ma’am comment rather than annoyed. He said it like it was a casual, Southern thing and not in a teasing way.
“I know. But I couldn’t believe you’d never been to this place. I thought you grew up in Chicago?” You asked.
“I did. ‘Bout some blocks that way,” he said, pointing South. “But life got busy. Maybe I just needed the right sign to go.”
You smiled. It was a cheesy joke, but why was it working? Perhaps the wine finally got to you, settling low in your belly. Maybe the sudden ache in your pussy was from the alcohol and not the way he looked framed by the wall of lights behind him. Rather than sink out of focus, his face seemed only framed by it. Kissed by it. Like the light settled into his skin with the softest sigh.
“I’m sorry if I started without you,” you said, grabbing your wine and taking a sip. You’d need your wits about you if you were going to remain cool and calm in his presence. After the disastrous first impression, you needed some points in your favor.
“That’s fine. I probably would have to. What’s that you’re drinking?” He asked. He picked up the menu but didn’t look at it as you told him the vintage. He nodded and gave you an approving grin.
“Alright, I’ve never had it. Is it good?” He asked.
You shrugged. “Not my favorite but it’ll do,” you said. He grinned and caught the attention of a passing waiter. He ordered some type of bourbon, Old Emmer, and then the conversation turned towards the food.
“Since I’ve never been here, what’s good?” He asked.
The Italian restaurant was famous for a lot of things, but none more so than the lasagna. Every time you had it, you swore up and down that someone in the kitchen was from the Old Country. You could taste the sunshine, hearth, and powdered hands as it worked the dough on the noodles. The tomatoes from the vine in the sauce. That hint of spice from the earth itself. The soft wool of the goat that provided the cheese. And the meat. You resisted the urge to pinch your fingers and kiss your mouth every time you thought of it.
“I’d say…the lasagna. I can’t resist it when I’m here,” you said. You hoped you sounded cool about it. If given half a chance, your enthusiasm would erupt all over the table and he’d be halfway down the street before you could call him back.
“Lasagna it is, then,” he said. The waiter arrived with his drink and Kevin took a sip. He tilted his whole body back, pulling up his arm so that you had a good look at his throat. The bob of his Adam’s apple as he sipped it down.
You uncrossed and then re-crossed your legs, your thighs burning in the most unholy way. It settled low in your belly, echoing throughout your core. Nasty thoughts filled your brain. Thoughts you did not need to think about this man that was only sipping a drink.
He nodded his approval and the waiter asked if you were ready to order. Kevin motioned for you to go first, so you ordered the lasagna. Kevin ordered the same thing and then the waiter took your menus.
There was no more armor against Kevin and his attractive smile. “So, what made you agree to a blind date?” You asked. As you tried to steer your thoughts to safer territory, you couldn’t imagine a man as fine as him still remaining single.
“My job doesn’t exactly lend itself to a standard schedule. Makes it hard to meet some folks,” he said. He settled back in his seat and twisted his glass in his hand. The glass looked tiny in comparison.
You nodded. Claire already told you that Kevin was a cop, like Jay. You asked if it was tough dating a cop. She confessed that it was hard as hell because of the worry. Over the fact that he might not always walk back through the door. And that’s with someone white. Kevin is Black and that brought an extra layer of worry.
You asked if it was worth it. A stupid grin spread across her face. She told you that it was. She’d do it over and over again. Plus the handcuffs helped.
“Especially someone that doesn’t automatically see you as a person,” you said.
Kevin nodded. “I’ve had some tussles but I’m still here,” he said. Your eyes darted to his body, taking in his thick muscles and corded forearms. You had no doubt that it’d have to be something huge to strike down Kevin Atwater.
“I’m glad you are. Okay, but seriously. Help me understand. How do you explain, all of that,” you said and waved to his whole body. “And no long term girlfriend.”
Kevn laughed. “I promise, it’s the job and just not vibing with anyone. There was nothing wrong with them, it just wasn’t there. But now you have to tell me something. How do you explain all of that,” he said and waved to your body. “And no one’s snatched you up yet.”
He smiled and rolled your eyes, refusing to laugh. “I find that some guys these days have to be still carrying around cavemen genes or something. It’s really bad out there,” you said and shivered.
Truth was, it was incredibly hard to find someone that fit your brand of nasty. You loved sex. Had an insatiable appetite, practically thinking of it 24/7. But you also craved submission. You did so much every day, constantly finding the energy to breathe from second to second. Your work kept you down and your family was demanding. You had to keep up with friends and schedules and made hundreds of tiny decisions every day.
Mentally calculating what was too dressy, too girly, too boyish, too much, not enough. The last place you wanted to have control of was the bedroom. The last thing you wanted to do was order around a man in the sheets.
Sometimes you just craved masculinity. You couldn’t define it but you’d know it when you see it. The way a man just went around being a man. Flexing muscles, taking up space, manspreading, protecting. What turned you on more was when a man was acting in defense of someone else.
And it was hard to achieve that with men these days. Because they’d all reverted to primitive, banging on the drums type of seduction. One drink earned them the right to put their hands on your thighs. Buying you food was a ticket to second base. You couldn’t submit if you didn’t trust the fucker in charge of you.
Glancing at Kevin though, masculinity poured off of him in waves. You wondered what it would be like to submit to him. To hand over your orgasms and watch him treat them with love and care.
Your pussy throbbed in response like she loved that idea.
“Don’t tell me it’s that bad,” he said and cringed. You gave him a funny look. He shook his head and cursed.
“Well on behalf of my gender, I’m very sorry. Then again, it brought us together,” he said. He licked his lips and narrowed his eyes at you. You giggled.
“Okay, stop. You know what you’re doing!” You said.
“What am I doing?” He asked. His voice grew a little rougher and you gasped.
“Looking at me like that,” you said. Your voice grew softer.
“How am I looking at you?” He asked.
You were saved from answering by the waiter bringing you lasagna. One huge slice was placed in front of you, a sloppy square of dripping sauce and steam. Some of the edges were burned, the tomato sauce dark with spices. It smelled divine.
Kevin grinned and looked down at his meal. He gave you a wink, like he was congratulating you on a good choice. But you waited until after the garlic bread was placed between you. He picked up his fork and cut a piece of the lasagna.
Strings of cheese went with it and he rolled it around his fork. He brought it to his mouth and his juicy lips sucked up wayward sauce. You were treated to another sight of Kevin’s tongue on his lips.
He chewed and then moaned, a low and deep sound erupting from his chest. Your pussy throbbed with the unexpected praise. You felt good to treat him to something you enjoyed. You got the same feeling when you introduced a new artist or song to someone. But nothing as visceral as pleasing Kevin.
You finally bit into your own lasagna and closed your eyes, a moan escaping you involuntarily. You even did a little jig, as the food brought so many flavors to your mouth. Something savory with a tiny hint of sweetness. The cheese and noodles complementing each other so well. The meat soaked with the sauce that made you imagine ripened red tomatoes. Plump with flavor.
You remembered where you were, on a whole ass date with a literal offering from the gods. You opened your eyes and looked at Kevin who sat still with adoration all over his face. Like he witnessed the most magnificent phenomenon and couldn’t make sense of it.
You gave him a sheepish grin but he gave you a shimmy back. He turned it into a Black person acknowledging that the food was good. No words necessary. Just brown eyes meeting brown eyes.
Conversation turned towards family as he talked about having to help his brother and sister after his dad went to prison. You nodded along, knowing that dance all too well. He glowed with pride as he talked about his siblings and how it was hard being their father and their brother.
He admitted they fell into some drama some years ago, but they were all heading towards healing. He was sad for the childhood he lost, but he would do it all over again. You wondered what it would be like to be so positive like him and Claire. The way they saw the bullshit day in and day out and got completely opposite experiences than you.
You tried not to be a storm cloud, shitting all over what came your way. You couldn’t help it. Negativity was safer. A constant hammer against your soft heart to try and harden you up. But you still had that need to empathize with everything and everyone. And so in the end, it hurt just the same.
You told him about your family and friends and how you came to know Claire. You asked about him and Jay working together and he said that they got off to a rocky start, but ended up being brothers on the other side of it.
You loved listening to him speak. The deep, whispery tone of his that instantly put you at peace and your core set to burning. You longed to hear that whispered in your ear while he did something disgusting to you later.
Yeah, you’d already decided. You were taking this man home with you and you were going to hand him the reins. You hoped that he delivered. That his smooth and sexy interior matched the drop dead gorgeous exterior.
You were needy with want. Wanting him. It was an insane thought. You’d only just met him. But his vibe put out someone trustworthy and you always trusted your instincts.
Dinner flew by with more fascinating stories from Kevin. You delved into past relationships and laughed at each of his horror stories. You told some of your own and was mortified how you could be so blind at the time.
You had a second glass of wine and he had more bourbon as you shared a dessert. The gelato was sweet and icy. You scooped some on your spoon and made a show of putting it in your mouth. Nothing outrageous, just something to tease him with.
He lowered his eyes to your mouth and you felt desired. You felt settled in your body. It was a heady feeling and you knew that it had all to do with Kevin. Once he paid the check, absolutely refusing you when you told him that you should pay since you suggested the restaurant.
You walked outside into frosty Chicago. No matter the time of year, it was a bitter place to be. The wind howled around your shins. You brought your coat closer around your neck. Kevin walked you to your car.
You didn’t have to walk so close together. He didn’t have to reach an arm out to keep your balance on low heeled shoes. Yet, your shoulders constantly bumped into his and his arm casually went around your shoulders.
You talked and laughed, dreading every inch of sidewalk you covered. You didn’t want to leave him but you didn’t know how to transition from this date to taking off his pants. When you got to the car on the driver’s side, Kevin smiled at you. You smiled back.
He stepped forward, pushing into you. You walked backwards until your back hit the side of the car. He pinched your chin, bringing your face closer to his. His eyes never left yours while he tilted his head.
“Tell me I’m not the only one feeling this,” he said. His lips brushed against yours and you sighed. You wanted to whimper.
“I feel it too,” you whispered.
“Come home with me then. Follow me home,” he said.
“I’ll follow you,” you promised. You’d follow him anywhere. This was the most radical thing you’d ever done in your life. Going home with a man after one date? The scandal of it all would turn your friends’ heads. Not to mention, they’d tease the fuck out of you about your blind date going well.
He smiled against your lips, lightly pressing in. He tasted like the bourbon he drank with a hint of pasta. It was a delicious spicy and savory mix that made you lean in for another one. He gave you a brief kiss and then pulled back.
“I’ll see you there,” he said. He opened your car door behind you, smiling at you, and then tucked you in. You put on your seatbelt and he closed the door with a tap. He finally headed down the street to his own car. You started your car and pulled into the street.
The blast of warm air from the heater was just what you needed. Except it’d probably make you sweat harder between your thick thighs. You needed his hands there already, spreading your legs so he could look his fill. You could picture it all so well. So vivid.
He pulled out into the street and you followed him to his place. To his credit, he didn’t speed up or take close lights so that you couldn’t follow. He put his blinker on way ahead of time so you didn’t have to scramble after him.
He led you to a corner building that seemed to be an apartment. The faded blue blended well into the dark night, reflecting the stars above. You found available parking and then got out of your car, looking for Kevin.
He walked down the street to you, collecting you from your car with that wide grin of his. His breath fogged into the night time and you smiled. You took your purse with you. You wrapped your hand around his forearm and he led you to the front door.
Inside, the place was as cramped as the rest of Chicago, yet roomy enough that you felt like you could breathe. The inside was nice. There was no peeling paint or stained walls. All of the lights worked and there was a first aid kit inside the doorway. You smiled at Kevin. He told you that he bought a building and planned on getting it fixed up. Something to fall back on after he was done with the force.
He led you to his apartment on the first floor and in the back. His apartment was well decorated in dark tones of mahogany and deep steel blue. There was brick on some walls and it all fit with his dark furniture. It was clean and homey at the same time.
There were sweet smelling candles on the coffee table and newspapers beside at a safe distance. He had a record player next to his TV and a rack of vinyl records underneath it. He turned on ambient lights, enough to set the mood without it being sleazy.
He took your coat off and then his own, hanging it on a rack behind the door. You couldn’t walk two feet forward before he grabbed your hips and pushed you against the wall. He thumbs rubbed your hips back and forward.
He hummed and moved his body closer so that from the chest down, there wasn’t an inch of space to be found. He was so tall. So imposing. So incredibly taller than you that your brain melted.
“I can give you the tour now or later. If it’s now, you’ll take your clothes off for every room we visit. If it’s later, it’s straight to my bedroom but I take my time,” he said.
Your body shivered. You were paralyzed with indecision. You wanted to do both. At the same time. You bit your lip, thinking about which you wanted more.
Kevin smiled. “Now it is. The foyer counts as a room,” he said.
You giggled because his “foyer” opened directly into the kitchen and living room. But you took off one shoe and Kevin smiled. He moved you into the kitchen. “The kitchen,” he said.
He smelled so good, his natural scent filling the room since you were no longer outside. The kitchen was clean, dishes put away and a healthy row of seasonings. He knew his way around a kitchen.
You took off your other shoe, teasing him by technically following the rules. Just because you wanted to submit didn’t mean you couldn’t put up a fight. He took your hands and led you to the living room, his stormy gray couches made lighter by the few throw pillows. He turned on the light in the hallway, and led you to the bathroom. Your dress fell from your shoulders, around your hips, and down your legs. The shimmery material tickled your skin.
He showed you the bathroom. You were already wet from the timbre of his voice. Giving him a strip show and delaying the pleasure only made you unbearably wet. There was a particular ache in your pussy that you needed filled as soon as possible.
You glanced around the bathroom, his enormous shower. You took off your bra, sliding it from your shoulders and looking at him from behind your shoulder. He leaned against the doorway, filling it completely. He blocked out most of the light behind him and sucked in the warm light in his bathroom.
He had a lean to his wide hips and a hand on his belt. The other was above his head. He scratched his head as his eyes looked over your body. “Turn around,” he ordered.
You did as he said, turning around so that he could see your body. He walked closer, eyes straight to your breasts. Your breathing increased, watching him look at your body and find you appealing in so many ways.
He stopped in front of you and leaned down, planting a kiss to each breast. He hummed low in his throat. “I almost can’t make it one more room,” he said.
You grinned. You took his hand while he brought you to his room finally. It definitely looked like him. Nice, clean, but an air of feeling lived in. He had photos of his siblings in his room, some artwork, and his huge bed. It had to be two king sized beds put together. Or maybe it was just your imagination. But you knew that he was tall as hell so he needed a bed big enough.
It was the final room. Kevin led you further in, half closing the door. He trailed a finger across your shoulders as he walked into the room, taking off his green button up. He stood in a blank tank underneath.
Next went his jeans. He kicked off his shoes and then tugged the rest of his pants off. Now he had dark gray briefs and a black tank on. He looked like the poster child on the packages men’s underwear came in.
He sat down on the edge of his bed and beckoned you to come closer. You walked closer, the natural swing in your hips making you feel powerful even though you were handing yourself over to this man.
It felt naughty. It felt kinky. You finally found someone who could help turn your brain off. Someone who made you so hungry with desire that you didn’t notice anything else. You stopped in front of him.
“Panties,” he said.
A small word but a physical effect on you. You trembled with need while you slipped your panties down your legs. You stepped out of them and tossed them to the side. Kevin’s gaze drifted down your body, stopping at the juncture of your legs.
Kevin crooked his finger and then you stepped forward, straddling his thick thigh. You whimpered at the pressure to your clit. Kevin grinned, gripping your ass and putting you in the spot he wanted. Somewhere between his knee and his hip, where you were perfectly balanced.
“Let me watch you give yourself pleasure,” he said. It wasn’t a question. More like a soft plea wrapped in a demand. He deferred to your choices while still taking charge. You nodded.
You put your hands on his shoulders and gyrated on his leg, rubbing your pussy on his thigh. He had coarse hair there, but it only served as an extra bit of friction against your pussy. You whimpered more, finding a rhythm that rubbed against it well.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” he said, that whispery tone tugging on a muscle in your leg. It jumped as you moved your body back and forth.
You opened your eyes and stared into his while you got yourself off on his thigh. He had one hand on your ass, squeezing every so often while you whimpered and whined. “Come on, let me see you let loose,” he whispered.
You whimpered more, getting closer to the sound of his voice. “Let me see it. Let go,” he continued.
You gripped his shoulders and squeezed your legs, so impossibly close. You gave one final sigh before you did explode, cumming on his thigh. You twitched and jerked, cries escaping from you.
“Hmm, cum so pretty,” he mused.
He brought his hand down between your legs, spreading your arousal on his fingers. He moaned at how you soaked his thigh. He rubbed your clit before pushing his fingers inside of you. His fingers searched inside while he brought his lips to yours.
He treated you with a tender but scorching kiss. The kind that made you curl your toes. He nibbled on your bottom lip. You cried out as he rubbed against a deep part inside of you. He flicked his fingers a few more times and you knew that he found your sweet spot.
He mercilessly rubbed it while you sputtered and moaned. You clung to him, hands fisting his tank top. “Shh, don’t fight that shit. Cum again for me,” he said.
You huffed in a delicious, torturous pain. You were trying. You didn’t mean to fight it, only that you were so turned on. You were afraid that you’d rip apart at the seams and never find a way back to your body.
But you continued to look into his drunken eyes, kissing along your mouth. Till it turned sloppy. Till you couldn’t keep your eyes open a second longer. You felt your orgasm approaching once more. You were still nervous, but there was no holding this one back.
You gave up the fight, letting the orgasm wash over you. You were right. It tore you into tiny shreds. You cried out, twitching in his lap. His other arm came around to hold you still while he continued to finger fuck you.
Your legs shook on him while you rode an intense high. You never wanted to come back down. Reluctantly, you did. Kevin slowed his fingers and then finally brought them to your lips. He painted your lips with your cum and you smelled yourself.
Your pussy clenched and Kevin grinned. He kissed you, licking your essence and sharing it with you. Your tongues mixed and danced. You clung to him, arms wrapped around his neck.
You made out for some time. Felt like an eternity. Like you spent thousands of years kissing him and it was enough to sustain you. You began gyrating on his leg again. So fucking insatiable for a man of his size.
He pulled back slowly, keeping your lips pressed together for as long as he could. “Never gon’ get sick of that,” he said. “Now I wanna taste it.”
He made you stand up. Then he stood up himself, once more dazzling you with his height. He pushed you onto the bed and commanded you to open your legs. He palmed himself, adjusting his thick bulge, and then climbed onto the bed. He pushed you to the middle so that he had enough room to lay down.
He stared at you while he lowered his mouth to your pussy. The swipe of his tongue made you cry out. You came twice already, both times you jumped out of your skin. But you were greedy for another one. Rewarding him with moans every time he made you feel good.
You couldn’t contain them. He made out with your pussy. Licking before suckling your pussy with his juicy lips. You moaned, grabbing his head and pushing him deeper. He brought his fingers up to finger you again, spearing you with his thick digits.
“Oh, Kev–” you moaned. “Kev!”
“Say my name again,” he moaned against your pussy.
“Kevin!” You obliged, thighs tingling. You tensed, eyes rolling to the back of your head. This orgasm was another intense one. Robbing you of breath and sight. You lost control of your body as you spasmed on his tongue. Kevin moaned while he sucked up your essence.
He stood up, and pulled his fingers from your pussy. He sucked on his fingers and moaned, winking at you. He pulled off his tank and then his briefs went next. His gold chain glinted in the low light. He gathered up some of your slick, rubbing the length of his humongous dick with it.
He was easily the biggest you’d ever taken. Long and thick, he had been hiding an entire monster all night.
“I’m clean,” he groaned, yanking on his meat. You whimpered, following the motion.
“I am too. I’m on birth control,” you said. It was your turn to wink at him.
“Let me fill that pussy up then,” he said, groaning as his hand moved quicker. He stopped long enough to gather more, playing with your pussy before leaning back to rub the tip of his dick.
“Fill me up, Kev,” you begged and laid down.
He gripped your legs and pushed them over his elbows. He hauled you closer and you yelped. Being manhandled sent a shiver down your spine. He spread your legs wider and then guided himself to your entrance.
You pushed your hand against his chest as he began to breach. He was so big. If it hadn’t been for the foreplay, this would hurt even more. He chuckled. “You can take me,” he promised.
He pushed against your hand and feeble attempt to slow him down. You hissed as he pushed inside slowly, pulling out and then pushing back in. You grew wetter around him and he groaned as it became easier for him to stroke.
He began to move his hips, rolling into the stroke and you hissed with more pleasure. He filled you up completely, taking him just like he said you would.
Your teeth chattered as you stared into his eyes, a look of sweet pain on your face, you were sure. You began to whimper, a growing storm deep inside. “I know, I know,” he cooed, continuing to stroke that long dick of his.
You cried out, his dick hitting your sweet spot. His mushroom head glided against your inner walls and you scrambled for something to hold onto. Your hands found his forearms.
“Kev–” you cried, not enough breath to form his full name. He leaned down and kissed you on the forehead.
“Be good for me and cum on this dick,” he commanded.
You bounced on his dick, wetter by the second. He groaned as you slid easily on his dick. “Cum on this dick, cum on this dick,” he chanted over and over, his harsh breath fanning across your heated, sweaty skin.
“I’m–, oh fuck I’m–” You groaned, throwing your head back while you came. You squeezed the hell out of his dick, holding on for dear life.
Kevin groaned on top of you, his strokes having to slow down while you came. “Fuck, pussy feel even better,” he said. He kissed your forehead again and panted.
He was still stroking, getting stronger with each slide. “One more,” he pleaded.
Fuck! You couldn’t! It’d been a while since someone tore your ass up. Your solo adventures never quite getting you there that many times. However, underneath Kevin, you felt another stirring. This one was quick. You felt it coming and yet you felt like it’d snuck up on you.
You convulsed on his dick with loud, whimpering cries. Broken and estranged sounds escaping you.
Kevin moaned, dropping his sweaty head to your chest. His lips found your nipples and he sucked on them, alternating every so often until they were hard little buds. He kissed along your neck and shoulder, stroking deeper at the closer contact.
You moaned, nails digging into his back. He moaned in your ear while his strokes increased. As if he had been holding himself back earlier and now he could let loose. Now his strokes could turn sloppy and desperate.
“Finna nut,” he moaned.
“Nut in me, Kev. Please, please,” you begged.
“Beg for this nut,” Kevin hissed, pressing his lips to yours. When he pulled back, you sniffled.
“Please Kev. Please nut in me,” you begged.
Kevin groaned, leaning up slightly and climaxing. Hot pulses of cum filled you and your body jerked, feeling the warm length of him inside you. Kevin pushed his hips in like he was trying to keep his cum inside. Let it soak deep into your pussy.
Kevin’s lips found yours in a sloppy, messy pattern and you licked at his lips, completely spent. He grinned and finally pulled out of you. You moaned as his cum slipped out too. Kevin lowered your legs, pushing them open so he could watch himself drip out.
Satisfied, he gave you a final kiss on the forehead. You sighed, settling into his bed like you were settling against a cloud. He returned from the bathroom with a warm washcloth and cleaned you off. He put it back into his bathroom and then he crawled into bed, turning off the lights beside him.
He was warm, impossibly so. Like a furnace all by his lonesome. You turned onto your side and he snuggled against your backside. “That was incredible, thank you,” he said. He kissed your cheek.
“I should be thanking you,” you said, with a small chuckle.
He began to nibble on your ear. “Stay tonight. So I can wake you up to my fingers between your legs,” he whispered in your ear.
“I can’t say no to that,” you said. You didn’t know the proper etiquette for a one night stand. Were you supposed to dip? Were you supposed to stay? One night stand implied that you weren’t going to see him ever again.
But you wanted to keep seeing him. You wanted to experience this over and over again. The way he established control but still gave you plenty of chances to back out. You didn’t have to make major decisions and didn’t have to worry about anything but receiving pleasure. You were thoroughly hooked and needed far more than that.
“Maybe I should feed you some dick. See how well your mouth takes it. If it’ll be anything like your pussy,” he said.
Your pussy clenched with his filthy words. Somehow lulling you to sleep. You were incredibly warm. He pulled the covers over you, trapping you with all his heat.
“So many things I wanna do. Maybe I should tie your hands behind your back and face fuck you until I cum all over that gorgeous face,” he said.
You moaned softly, tiny gasps that filled the quiet space. “Please,” you whispered. You didn’t know what you were begging for. A break? You had so many orgasms tonight, you lost count. More? You couldn’t survive another one at the moment, but fuck it. If you passed out, then you just passed out.
He chuckled and kissed your cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” you said. You fell asleep with a goofy grin on your face.
Need more Kev in your life? The Secret Kevin Atwater Files | Part 2
If I Took You Home, Part 2
Pairing: Dom!Kevin Atwater x Sub!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. Food porn. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female receiving) teasing, masterbation (male), fingering (female receiving), cum play, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. D/s dynamics.
Summary: Your friends were all in relationships so that meant it was time to bug you about your singledom. Your blind date went a little too well. You expected the magic of the night to give away to clarity in the morning. You didn't know if you were breaking some kind of one night stand rules by spending the night. You try to sneak out undetected, but Kevin only proves that he knows how to wear us down.
Word Count: 7,041k
AO3 Link | Part 1
A/N: Hello, my loves. This was long, long, long overdue! I wanted to finish this yesterday. Ah well, what a sweet lullaby muahaha. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, reblog, or unhinged ask.
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Some things became clearer in the light of day. As wakefulness encroached upon the sweet lullaby of sleep, you blinked your eyes sleepily at the unfamiliar room. Panic made your heartbeat increase as you tried to remember where the fuck you were.
You shifted on the bed, a particular ache between your legs making you wince. Oh yeah. Memories flooded you of every single nasty thing you did last night and let this virtual stranger do to you. The way he commanded, demanded, and delivered. It brought heat to your cheeks as you tried to think of how you could explain your night without breaking into song and dance.
Sex that good had to warrant a little bit of razzle dazzle right? A little bit of jazz hands. A little bit ohmygodwhencanwedothatagain?!
Kevin snored gently beside you and you half turned in the bed to watch him. He looked damn good up close and in repose. He had long eyelashes that rested against his cheeks. Juicy lips that puckered in his sleep. He slept on his stomach, hugging the pillow to his chest. His massive arms curled adorably beneath him.
In the light of the morning, or afternoon, whenever it was, your nerves came screaming back. What was the protocol here? You’d never done anything like this and you were completely out of your element. Was it awkward to stay? Was it awkward to leave?
He asked you to stay, sure, but what if he changed his mind? You needed time and space to think. Preferably away from the sight and smell of him. It only served to confuse you. Get you thinking about forever, when this was only supposed to be something fun.
You felt like you should leave. Maybe it was you being nervous or those manners your grandmother beat into your head. You didn’t necessarily want to leave Kevin, but you didn’t want to make him go through the whole song and dance of exchanging numbers just because you slept over. Then wait by the phone for a thousand years before you finally catch on that he asked for your number out of a sense of duty rather than any actual interest.
Been there, done that. To hell with your friends. If they felt awkward because they were booed up and you were not, that was strictly a “them” problem. You took slow, measured breaths as you extricated yourself from the tangle of Kevin’s sheets and the warmth of his body. It was like sleeping next to a damn furnace.
You stuck one leg out of the bed and immediately snatched it back with a tiny yelp. It was freezing in his apartment! You looked back at Kevin to determine if your squeak woke him up. His cute face scrunched up but he returned to snoring. Your heart was hammering out of your chest. You felt like you were sneaking out after putting your hand in the cookie jar.
You looked towards the ceiling and took a few more breaths to calm yourself down. You stuck your foot back out, freezing cold air raising goosebumps on your leg.
You slid out of the bed and worried that Kevin would wake up and see your not so flexible acrobatics to get out of his huge bed. You already had to hop a little to climb out. You hopped from foot to foot as your feet touched the freezing ground.
It was bad enough Chicago was one of the coldest places you’d ever been. The way he kept his apartment, you might as well be standing on the top of Mount Everest. Your hair was probably a mess. Your breath worse. You cupped your hand to your mouth to check. Not terrible but could be better.
You inwardly groaned as you hunted for your clothes. Last night’s game of undressing from room to room lit up in your mind’s eye. Rolling waves of heat rolled down your spine as you remembered the look in his eyes. You smirked as you found your panties finally and then your bra in the bathroom.
You hunted through the apartment, gathering all of your things and your heels. You placed everything on the back of his couch so that you could get dressed in peace. No sooner had you stuck one leg through your undies, did a deep voice clear itself behind you.
You yelped, spinning around to see Kevin leaning into the doorway. His eyes were half mast, sleepy, and he looked adorable rubbing his eyes. He leaned on one arm, his hip dipped as he leaned against the frame. Naked as sin and twice as fucking hot with his dick soft against his thigh.
“No goodbye kiss?” He asked.
“You fucking scared me!” You screamed. Your heart was already in your damn throat from sneaking about. Getting caught by Kevin somehow felt worse.
Kevin smirked at you. “Still waiting on that kiss,” he said.
You bit the inside of your cheek and looked at him. You wanted to be the cool one here. The levelheaded one. No, your world was not rocked last night. No, you weren’t hearing wedding bells in your head already.
Kevin crooked his finger, beckoning you closer. The deep, subconscious desire to be commanded immediately obeyed, walking closer to him before you knew what the hell you were doing. Kevin watched you walk closer, not moving until you were close in front of him. Naked as the day you were born.
He used that same finger to lift your chin and look at him in the eyes. He stared for a moment, long enough to make you feel nervous. But all he did was look. “Do you want to go home? Did I scare you last night?”
“What? N-No!” You stumbled over your words, emphatically shaking your head. Oh god. He couldn’t possibly think you were leaving because of him? You shook your head again. “No, no, I swear.”
Kevin lifted an eyebrow. “Why are you running then?” He asked.
You scoffed. “I’m not running,” you said and rolled your eyes. You were a grown adult. You didn’t run from anything, least of all the likes of Kevin Atwater.
Kevin playfully frowned and looked from you to the pile of clothes on his couch. When he looked back at you, you giggled and crossed your arms. “Maybe, I just wanted my dress off the floor.”
Kevin looked at you. “Maybe I was burning up underneath all your damn body heat.” You laughed but quickly stopped when you noticed that Kevin wasn’t laughing with you.
“I had a fantastic night last night. Did you?” He asked.
You nodded. Fantastic wasn’t even the right word. What would be better? Amazing? Mind-blowing? Phenomenal? Hell, the word you needed hadn’t been invented yet. “Incredible,” you finally agreed.
“So what are you really doing?” He asked.
Claire didn’t mention that he was a damn mind reader. You looked at him and sighed. “I wanted to give you a smooth out, in case…” you shrugged. Fuck, this was hard. Why was this hard? “In case you changed your mind.”
Kevin nodded. “I’m pretty sure I promised a few things I still wanted to do with you today. We just met yesterday, but I think we really have something here. If I’m wrong, let me know.”
“You’re not wrong. I feel comfortable with you,” you said. Mushy ass feelings just wasn’t your jam. But you had to pull on your big girl pants and give it straight. “I get in my head sometimes. I didn’t want you to feel obligated to keep this going if all you wanted was booty last night.”
“If all I wanted was some ass, I could get that day in and out. I want you. Do you want me?” He asked.
No hesitation. You nodded. “Very much so.” You smiled and he smiled back.
“Good. Is there anything you want to talk about last night? Anything you didn’t like?” He asked. He grabbed your hand with his and pulled you closer. You looked down at your entwined hands, loving the absolute pretty picture you two painted. The joining of two brown hands like branches of the same tree.
Your eyes also clued in to the length of his dick, getting harder by the moment. You’d seen him fully erect, he wasn’t there yet. But it was damn close. “Honestly? No fucking notes at all.” You snickered as you remembered last night. God. It was like he reached into your head and read every single filthy thought that flittered across your mind.
When was the last time you felt like that with your partner? Probably never. You never felt comfortable handing your pleasure to a man. They never fucking listened. You could be moaning, “don’t stop”, over and over and they took that as a clue to stop what they were doing. Or they began fingering you and got mad when you coached them on what you liked. The bar was truly in hell.
Kevin smiled. “I always want your honesty. Anything you wish I did different?” He asked. His fingers slowly stroked the back of your hand, playing with your fingers. How could he make something so mundane be the hottest thing ever?
With each glide of his thumbs on your skin, your legs tingled and your belly flipped. That inner sex demon stretched like a lazy cat inside of you. One touch. One look. You were down bad for Kevin Atwater. If he’d let you, this sexy ass man wouldn’t be able to breathe without you.
You shook your head. “Remember when I said it was bad out here?” You asked.
Kevin nodded his head. “That was putting it mildly. I have enough horror stories to fill a library with the fucking audacity of men these days. I’m not saying you’re perfect, because I don’t want you to get a big head. But it’s truly, truly mind-boggling how no one has trapped you in a marriage or a baby. ‘Cause?” You fanned yourself for extra dramatics.
Kevin laughed, a full throaty laugh that came from deep in his soul. You could listen to him laugh for the rest of your life and never get sick.
“Ain’t nobody trap me ‘cause momma ain’t raise no fool,” he said. “But okay. I want to let you know that you are perfect.”
You pushed at his solid chest, rolling your eyes. “I’m serious. You bring out something in me. Something I’d like to explore more.” He licked his lips and looked at you up and down.
He had to be doing this on purpose. Turning up his charm to a thousand and ten. You couldn’t take it. He was too fine. Too hot. Quite literally chiseled by the gods. He couldn’t be real and yet he was standing right in front of you, telling you that you were perfect. You pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming.
You nodded. “I’d like to explore it too.”
“So no running?” He asked.
You grinned. “I was not running!” Liar, liar. Kevin tilted his head. You rolled your eyes and fought a grin, not successfully. “No running.”
Kevin nodded his head. He seemed to change right before your eyes. Turning from easy, sleepy, and relaxed right back to the man who was in charge last night. He stood up straighter. No longer leaning against the door frame, he reminded you with a simple action that he was tall. And big. A man.
Your breathing caught in your throat as your heart began beating faster. Your fingers tingled. He inspected you from head to foot, took in your stance, took in your nakedness. You should be nervous about him seeing you, but you were being truthful earlier. You really did feel comfortable with him. Like you’d known him far longer than just one day.
He clasped his hands behind his back and raised his chin, looking down at you. His eyes looked half closed from this position and you knew to interpret this as a warning. “I’m glad you said that. Because now, we have to talk about how you denied me the pleasure of waking you up with my tongue,” he said.
You rubbed your thighs together and swallowed painfully. Your mouth dropped open in a surprised smirk, tongue rubbing against one of your teeth. Damn. What the hell did you say to something like that?
You thought you had been playing in the big leagues with your level of nasty. Kevin showed you in so many subtle ways that you were playing with weak ass men before. Men who thought they owned something if money was involved. Whether it’s gifts, dinner, or quality time. Kevin just naturally oozed a lot of that masculinity that made you so attracted to men in the first place.
“I went to bed dreaming about what you’d taste like fresh in the morning. Of how you’d look when you woke up to an orgasm. That little bit of surprise,” Kevin said. He closed his eyes briefly and bit his bottom lip as if he were recalling the dream at the moment.
He stalked closer to you. Instinctively, you began to back away. He looked like a man on a mission. A deviousness played in his warm brown eyes as he looked at your body like he wanted to gnaw on you like a dog with a bone.
He took a deep, deep breath and let it go in one long sigh. “The things I was finna do to you in that bed.” He shook his head like he mourned the lost moment.
“I’m sorry! We can go lay back down?” You asked. You continued to back away from his advancing form. Both scared and horny, you mentally kicked yourself. If you weren’t careful, you could get sucked into the vortex of Kevin Atwater. You weren’t entirely sure that was a bad thing.
Kevin shook his head. “Naw, don’t work like that. Bad girls get punished,” he said. A downright wicked gleam entered his eyes with that comment. He reached out and grabbed your wrist, tugging you towards the couch. He sat down with you in front of him, in between his legs.
Out of the protection of his body, the cold air hit you once more in full force. It battled with the natural heat of your body, leaving you in a push and pull of dueling temperatures. Your nipples beaded from desire and from the cold air, practically poking out in invitation.
“I wasn’t bad,” you pouted. Sure punishment sounded fun, but you wanted what he promised last night.
“I was gonna run you a bath, get you all nice and soapy and wet and…” He let the thought drift away as he tugged you to kneel before him. The soft rug by his couch was padded enough that you didn’t think you’d get rug burn, depending on what he had planned.
“And what?” You asked. Your pussy clenched. Fuck, that sounded amazing. Getting all soaped up with Kevin, washing each other down, playing in the water. You got a full tour of his apartment and knew that his shower was big enough for his ass. It would fit the both of you comfortably. You needed it.
Kevin smirked and grabbed his dick, stroking himself as he looked at you. You leaned forward, licking your lips. He was fully erect now. Thick and veiny, long. You licked your lips again, wondering what he tasted like.
“Hands behind your back,” he said. His voice grew rougher as he tugged on his meat and adjusting himself on the couch.
You obeyed, putting your hands behind your back and grabbing your forearms. Your eyes never left his dick. His big hand gripped himself way harder than what you were ever comfortable with. Precum leaked from his tip. He gathered some of it on his thumb and swirled it around his tip.
You moaned softly, watching him, mesmerized. Your grip on your forearms slackened as you leaned in a little more, scooting in between his legs.
“Stay right there. I got a feeling that you’d like if I spanked you. And I’m not rewarding your rabbit ass with too many orgasms,” he groaned. He sank into his couch, groaning, as he pleasured himself.
Your eyes followed the glide of his hand. He still wore the bracelets around his wrist. The strings moved with the force of his hand. It was a hell of a way to hypnotize you. He could ask for the Krabby Patty secret formula and you’d find a way to fess up to it.
“I’ll be good,” you said, still staring at the way he stroked himself. You’d never been more jealous of a fucking hand.
Your essence dripped out of you, slow like honey. You were unbearably wet. You moved your hand, more than capable of taking care of yourself. Kevin growled. “Don’t move.”
You stopped and whined, adjusting your arms back behind you. Kevin groaned and leaned his head back against the couch cushion. After a moment or two, he collected himself and looked back at you. “If you be good and take this punishment, I’ll make it worth it,” he promised.
“I don’t even know what the punishment is,” you whined. Fuck being an adult. You wanted to take a ride on his dick and he was fucking playing games.
“I’m gonna paint that gorgeous face of yours,” he said. “You don’t behave, you don’t get this dick. Fair?” He asked.
“No,” you pouted, poking your lips out and everything. Maybe if you were cute enough, he’d lose his composure and fuck you silly.
Kevin only moaned, hand moving a little faster from all the precum leaking out of him. “Keep whining, it turns me on,” he said and winked.
You fought the smile. This was not amusing. This was torture. This was cruel and unusual punishment. This had to be illegal.
You were incredibly horny, sitting somewhere between too cold and too warm. Your body was confused. But your mind was far from it. You watched him like he was the single greatest porn scene you’d ever watched.
Kevin groaned. “I love the way you lookin’ at me,” he said. His voice was rougher, like he’d been running for a long time. He was out of breath, stroking himself nice and smooth. He had a patch of dark hair at the base of his dick. His dick smooth like velvet, hard as a brick.
“I could do a lot better than just look,” you said. You hadn’t had a chance to show off your own moves. Too busy with getting caught up in the way Kevin took care of business. You leaned up on your knees, getting excited at the prospect of giving him the gawk gawk 3000. That had him rolling his eyes and singing your praises. The kind of slobbering that had you caught up a few times, with men who swore they were in love with you.
Kevin chuckled. “I bet you could. You look like you wanna eat me,” he said. His hips jerked as he said it, practically fucking his hand at this point. He let out a low string of curses as he closed his eyes briefly.
“You have no idea how badly I want your dick in my mouth,” you said.
“Yeah? Tell me how badly,” he said.
“I wanna taste you. I want to see how far back in my throat you can go,” you said, unashamed of your words. You were mad tripping earlier. That same connection you felt last night only seemed to strengthen in this moment.
Kevin groaned, bucking his hips against his hand like he truly was fucking. You could picture bouncing on his dick in time with his hips moving. Was it possible to cum from no stimulation at all? You felt like you could cum at this very moment. This may be punishment, but fuck if it wasn’t beautiful to watch.
Kevin’s jaw began to slacken, eyes tightly closed. He was close. He groaned, the sound slithering down your spine. Your pussy throbbed. Clit swollen and weeping, crying out to be played with. To be touched. To relieve this fucking tension in your bones.
“Can’t wait to feel that mouth on this dick. Wanna see you struggle to take me. Looking up at me with those sexy eyes. Fuck. Would you cry?” He asked. He seemed more like he was talking to himself. He worked himself up with that particular fantasy. He scooted forward on the couch, stroking his dick once and then twice before moaning as he squirted his hot cum all over your face.
It landed more so on your nose and cheek, dribbling onto your lips. “Lick that shit up,” Kevin said, voice deep and raspy. Deep enough to make you whimper. You licked your lips, licking up his cum and swallowing him down.
You moaned, finally getting to taste him. “Oh, my, god,” Kevin said, panting from the force of his climax. He collapsed onto his couch, breathing heavily. A beat passed and then two, before he turned back to you with a wink.
He leaned forward, tugging you closer so that he could kiss you. You melted against him. He leaned back. “You did so fucking well for me,” he said.
You whimpered. He helped you rise to your feet. Then brought you to the bathroom, where he rinsed off a washcloth and gently cleaned your face. He was not making it easy on you. In a minute, you were going to drop to your knees and propose to the man. He took such gentle care with you, cleaning your face softly. You watched his face. The absolute concentration. The little bit of tongue poking out between his lips.
Done, he tugged your arms behind his back and kissed the absolute daylights out of you. Scorching. Hot. Enough to completely daze you as he brought the kiss to an end, lips still pressed together. He slowly withdrew, opening his eyes and looking up at you even though he was taller.
“How about you run a bath while I get some breakfast going for us? You good with an omelet?”
You nodded. “That sounds delicious,” you said. Your stomach rumbled, loudly, in the quiet bathroom. It was tastefully decorated in steel blue with complimentary towels. The rug underneath your feet was shaggy and comfortable, toes sinking into the fabric. You swayed a bit, suddenly so damn hungry you couldn’t think straight.
Kevin kissed your cheek. “Forgive me, I’ve been a bad host,” he said.
You smiled lazily at him. “You’ve been so amazing, I’m starting to think I’m having a really good dream or I’m in a really bad coma,” you said.
Kevin chuckled. “Naw, baby. I’m real,” he said. He grabbed your chin and brought you closer for a sweet kiss, a light smacking of your lips on his. “I’ll come get you when the food is ready. There’s no rush.”
Kevin left you with one final kiss, like he couldn’t help himself. Then, he grabbed a towel, wash cloth, and hand towel from a cabinet in the wall. You asked about grabbing your panties first, but Kevin shook his head.
“No underwear policy in this space,” he said.
“Now sir,” you said and giggled.
“You see me wearing one?” He asked.
You looked down at his dick and licked your lips. Kevin grunted. “Don’t get hurt now.”
You giggled and shook your head. “I can’t walk around the apartment naked as hell. What about your windows?” You asked.
Kevin made a face but then sighed. “Fine.” He walked out of the room without another word. You watched him cross the hall to his bedroom, opening his drawer, and pulling out a dark gray T-shirt. He returned to the bathroom and handed it to you. “No panties.”
You accepted the shirt and smiled. “Thank you,” you said. “I’ll behave. That punishment was bullshit,” you said. You turned towards his tub, reaching over to turn on the water and plug it up. Kevin smacked your ass, hard, the slap echoing off of the tile.
“Worked, didn’t it?” He asked. He waggled his eyebrows and then left you alone in his bathroom. You pinched yourself. You quietly squealed, running in place. You had to get the jitters out of your skin.
No amount of pinching or screaming would convince you that this was real. That you were in this space, surrounded by this man that was a book boyfriend come to life. He said all the right things and did all the right things. Even when he was mean, he was still sweet and sexy. This connection between you was insane. Indescribable. How the hell would you even begin to try?
His tub was easy enough to work, the warm water filling up quickly. You raided his soap, looking for the one he used most often. He had a teakwood body wash that was almost gone so you helped yourself to it, wanting to smell like him. If this were a dream, then oh thee fuck well. You were never going to wake up from this. Never.
You washed yourself up, sinking into the warm water and living through flashbacks of last night and a few moments ago. The water felt so good on your skin, easing up any aches and pains accrued over the night and from kneeling for so long. You were good and pruney, practically falling asleep, by the time Kevin knocked on the door.
“Okay to come in?” He asked.
You sat up in the tub. “Yep!” You called out.
Kevin entered and leaned on the doorknob. He hummed in appreciation. “Giving me all kinds of ideas about that tub,” he said.
“I aim to please,” you said and giggled.
“Later, beautiful. Food’s up. If you need help drying off, just let me know,” he said.
You laughed. “If you help me dry off, that food will get cold,” you said.
Kevin sighed but nodded with a small smile. “You right. Come on, gorgeous,” he said.
The casual way that he dropped all of these terms of endearment only further solidified that you’d never find someone like Kevin. Out of the billions of people on the planet, you couldn’t find someone like him. Even if you were to clone him, Kevin was unique. Different. The total and complete package.
You’d have to find a way to abscond with Claire and marry her. Give her your first born. Something. How the hell had she been hiding all of this?!
Kevin knocked on the door and then partially closed it, giving you enough privacy to get out of the tub and drain it. You dried off, smelling his sweet scent all over your skin. You hummed as you pulled on his shirt, amazed that it fit over your curves and rolls. Huh. How about that.
You’d never been able to experience the small pleasure of putting on your boyfriend’s clothes. It was always a smidge too small. And whoever you were with tried to make you feel better. As if it were their fault that their clothes weren’t bigger for you. It didn’t crush you, not really, but secretly you always wanted to. You liked the inherent pleasure in it. Like you were staking your claim with one piece of clothing.
Kevin was big enough that the arms of his shirt hung loose. The shirt came down to the middle of your thighs, looking like a dress that was almost too short. Too indecent if you were to wear something like this in public with no shorts or leggings underneath. If you bent over, he’d get a good view of your pussy.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, the smirk that never left your lips. Your hair was a little wild, but that was okay. You smoothed it down. You looked like you’d been fucked. And fucked good. You grinned to yourself and finally left the bathroom.
The kitchen smelled amazing. It was still warm from what he cooked. He sat on the couch with a plate in his hand. He had an area to sit in the kitchen, but he patted the couch next to him. Your thighs tingled remembering what he did earlier.
Your dress was draped across the accompanying recliner, laid out to smooth out the wrinkles that appeared because it had been bunched up all night. Your heels were on the floor and your purse was underneath the dress.
Strangely, you felt no immediate need to grab your phone. Fuck the world. You were having fun in your little bubble. Kevin handed you a plate as you sat down. It looked good enough to be in a food magazine. Oh and the taste.
You moaned, fork scraping against the plate as you dug for another piece and another one. The egg was fluffy, flavorful, filled with little pieces of ham, cheese, and tomato. You looked at Kevin, licking your fork clean. When you released it, you smacked your lips.
“Okay, this is really unfair. You look like that and cook like this? Fuck,” you said and shook your head.
Kevin laughed. “Couldn’t let my siblings grow up on mediocre ass food. I can throw down a little,” he said, being modest and ducking his head as he dug into a bigger version of your omelet.
As you ate, you swapped family horror stories, both cracking up and nearly choking on food. Kevin ended up turning up the heater for your sake. You spent the late afternoon watching movies and pigging out on the couch. You found movies that you’d both seen so it wasn’t a big deal if you missed some of the movie by talking.
And oh, did you talk about everything under the sun. Conversation flowed freely. The laughs were quick and loud. Sunlight filtered through his blinds, flecks of dust swirling in the beam. Your foot swung back and forth off of the couch before Kevin grabbed your foot and started to massage the heel.
You moaned, resting your head against the back of the couch. You smiled at him, eyes drifting close as he found a particular ache in the arch. A soft sigh escaped you as you moaned with pleasure. His hands were perfect. Absolutely perfect. Immediately zeroing in on your most sensitive spots.
“Oh, that is so unfair,” you moaned.
“What is?” Kevin looked from the TV to your face. You studied his half side profile. The line of his jaw. The peek of his lips surrounded by a neat, full beard. The way his hair twisted. The kind glow of his eyes. You were simply obsessed.
“You’ve been doing nothing but making me feel good for the past day and some change,” you said.
“I’d like to do it for longer than that,” he said. He gave you a rare, shy smile. “Too soon?”
You shook your head. You moaned around him digging his thumb in. You brought your arm up to rest against your cheek. “It doesn’t scare me.”
“Good. I don’t ever want to scare you,” he said.
You spent a few moments staring into each other’s eyes. His eyes reminded you of sitting outside a log cabin, crackling fire in front of you, bundled in sweaters and scarves. He was so warm. From the inside out. It made you feel lucky to be in his orbit.
“You can’t ever scare me, I think. Is that weird?” You asked.
“Naw, that’s not weird. But you can always tell me if I do,” he said.
Kevin moved his hand, rubbing the top of your foot. His fingers brushed your toes and you yanked your foot back with a squeak. You could barely tolerate someone touching your feet. But touching your toes was out of the question.
Kevin gave you a funny look, reaching for your toes intentionally. You yanked your foot back, tucking it underneath you. You fought a laugh, fought the unbearable awkward sensation.
“You ticklish?” He asked.
“No,” you said and shook your head.
Kevin’s face dropped in realization as he began to find other places you were ticklish. You squealed with laughter. There was something terrible and wonderful about being tickled. Your body didn’t like it but your brain recognized it as pleasurable. It was a weird headspace to be and you fought with all of your might against Kevin.
He stopped once you were hysterically screaming for him to stop, laughing so hard that you were out of breath. Kevin held up his hands, laughing with you. “My bad, my bad. I ain’t know,” he said, still chuckling at your wheezing.
You eventually calmed down, sobering up while looking at him. “You are amazing,” you said.
“And you are perfect,” he said. He leaned forward on the couch, covering your body with his. His powerful arms were on either side of you. He did one half push up and began kissing you. His lips smacked over yours, light little hums escaping him as if he were tasting something delicious.
Your body lit up, warming from the inside out as you felt all of him imposing on top of you. He kept most of his weight off of you, but you wished he’d drop down so you could treat him like your personal weighted blanket.
You ran your hands over his shoulders, feeling his smooth, wondrous skin beneath your fingers. He smelled heavenly.
Kevin moaned. “You smell just like me,” he said. He moaned against your lips, kissing down your jaw and across your neck. Liquid heat followed where his tongue licked against your skin. “This was a turn on I didn’t know I had.”
Your giggles ended on a moan as he licked across your rapid thumping vein. The space between your thighs warmed up, turning into an inferno all its own. Kevin slid his knee between your legs, spreading you open for him. He hummed, staring at you all smug and shit. The light hairs on his thighs rubbed in the most delicious way.
Your eyes fluttered, hands reaching out to push at his chest. Kevin used his imposing frame to lean down, putting pressure against your weak hand. Your hand dropped and Kevin smirked.
He knee was joined with one of his hands, gathering up your slick and juices, coating his fingers. He brought it to his lips, sucking on his fingers while he stared into your eyes. You stared back, watching him gather up as much as he could.
He moved down the length of your body, kissing in places and biting in others. Your sighs were choppy and quick, not allowing you to draw in a full breath. Kevin nosed through your wet folds, rubbing his nose in your pussy and humming to himself. His fingers dug into your thick, meaty thighs.
“Gahh damn, beautiful. You fuckin’ soaked,” he moaned. He lifted his head, dragging his tongue along the slit of your pussy. You whimpered, legs dropping open further so that he had enough room. Kevin adjusted himself on the couch and then used his tongue to push between, finding your clit with a precise lick.
“Oh, shit!” You cried out. Your nails raked across his back, digging in for purchase as he licked around your overly sensitive clit. His tongue flicked, dragging back and forth and made you speak in tongues. Your hands flew to his neck, pulling, pushing him down harder against your clit.
You gyrated your hips, fucking into his mouth. He moaned around you gushing around his mouth. The orgasm snuck up on you, too swift like a sniper. You moaned and cried against Kevin’s tongue, unrelenting, sucking harder.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” you cried, panicked cries echoing in the room. The TV played in the background, some random ass movie or show. You weren’t sure which. The afternoon light was gone, replaced with the warming embrace of night.
You felt this orgasm start in the base of your spine, shooting forward, racing towards the forefront as you came undone from Kevin’s tongue. “Oh, shit. Kevin, Kevin, I’m–” Words got caught in your throat as you came and came, a rolling sort of pleasure that was nearing painful.
You coughed and then gasped, pulling in lungfuls of air. You felt like your heart restarted or you blacked out for a moment.
Kevin moaned, looking up at you with your essence dripping from his beard. He kissed up your body, leaving sloppy wet kisses on your belly and chest. He moved himself forward, mouth latching onto your nipple. You cried, the nipple sensitive as hell.
Each pull of his tongue made your pussy clench. You had no moans to give and yet your moans escaped nonetheless. Your hands roamed over Kevin’s body. He grabbed your wrists and pinned it to the bed beside you, fingers squeezing and making you feel bound.
You moaned as Kevin released your nipple and then moved on to the next. He gave that one the same care and attention, pulling and tugging, and making you move your hips, feeling empty as hell.
You couldn’t think straight. You were too blissed out on feeling good. All you knew was his hands on your skin, his lips around your nipples, his deep rumbling moans vibrating against you. All you knew was that there was no past, no future, no present that did not include Kevin Atwater.
Kevin moved up your body again, kissing along your chest until he licked a trail up your neck. He moaned, moving into position between your legs. You grew a little nervous. Even with all this foreplay, you weren’t sure he would fit again. Last night had to be a fluke.
“Eyes on me,” he commanded.
You dragged your eyes up to meet his. He smirked, kissing you and driving random thoughts from your mind. He lined himself up, dragging your legs higher on his hips. He leisurely slid inside of you, like he had all the time in the world.
He paused every so often, letting you adjust to his size and length. He sank deeper and deeper, stretching you to your absolute fullest.
“Oh fuck, Kev, you’re so big,” you groaned.
“Made for me,” he said. He kissed your cheek as he began to pull out and then pull back in.
You practically growled in his ear as his tip brushed up against your cervix. He was so deep, filling up an essential part of you. You no longer felt empty. You felt so completely full that tears sprang to your eyes.
Your pussy clenched around his dick. Your loud squelching sounded painful, even to you. He groaned as you squeezed his dick, sliding out so slowly it felt like torture, before pushing back in.
Your orgasm was vicious, wild, and crazy. Burrowing through your veins and spreading throughout your entire system. Useless drabble fell from your lips. If you were trying to say something, then you had no clue what. You doubted he was any wiser.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Feel so fuckin’ good. You were made for this dick,” he moaned.
“Fill me up, Kevin. Please fill me up,” you begged.
Kevin’s strokes increased, pounding into you, ramming inside of you. Your ass slapped on his thighs. His balls slapped against your ass. Kevin gripped your ankles, pushing your legs against your chest and closer together.
He felt even bigger, sliding against your innermost walls and wrecking your shit. You pushed against his chest, tried to scratch at his hands around your ankles. “Please, baby, please, please,” you moaned.
“Doing so good for me baby. Go ahead and let that shit go. I got you. I’m right here,” he said. He whispered against your skin, leaning against your legs that were leaning against your chest.
He made it slightly harder to breathe, fighting for every rasp and gasp. God, you were feeling incredible. Out of your skin. Like your consciousness mixed into the universe and poured into a galaxy. “I–” You couldn’t even get the sentence out before you were cumming once more, eyes rolling back into your head.
“There it is,” he moaned. “There it is. Don’t that feel better? Don’t I take care of you?” He asked.
He stroked once more before stilling, moaning, and spurting hot loads of cum inside of you. He bathed your insides, stuffing you completely with his seed.
“Ohhhh, ohhh shit.
“Ohh shit.
“Shit.
“Shit,” Kevin groaned, eyes closed, jaw slackened. He pulled out, wet gurgling following behind, before he slammed in. He repeated the action a few times. You groaned.
God, no more. No more. You didn’t have another one in you. You simply didn’t. Kevin collapsed on top of you, taking deep breaths and pressing into your skin. He rolled off of you, sliding out. He looked between your legs, pulling your legs apart to watch himself leak out. He hummed in appreciation and then got to his feet and padded away to the bathroom.
He returned with a warm washcloth and gently wiped up between your legs. He closed the cloth and then used the clean side to clean up lingering sweat. Done, he got rid of the cloth and then helped you to your feet.
You were too weak, too fucked out to hold yourself up. Kevin chuckled and swooped you into his arms without a grunt. He deposited you in the bathroom so that you could clean yourself up further. Then, he picked you up and put you on his bed and tucked you under the covers.
“Yo ass better be in this bed in the morning,” he said. He kissed you on the lips and then joined you in bed. Even though he turned up the heater, you didn’t know true warmth under his scorching chest met your frozen back. You moaned and snuggled further into his body.
“A nigga like to cuddle in the morning,” he said. He buried his face in your neck and kissed the back of your ear.
“Mhm, yes, sir,” you sleepily mumbled before passing off into dreamland.
There's more! The Secret Kevin Atwater Files | Part 1
Hi, I’m in love with your writing
Can I request one where Michael and reader are on a call and he hears a guy in the background and he gets jealous, if not that’s okay!!
thank you so much.ᐟ & of course my love ♡
jealous!mike 𝑥 𝒇!reader ╱ 𝑚ichael gets jealous after hearing another man during your call
no warnings, just lots of jealous mike and teasing muhehehe ⟡
michael was sat at the edge of his hotel bed, twirling a random piece of plastic with the giant hotel phone to his ear, listening to the receiver buzz as he waited for your answer.
after a couple rings, finally.
"hi angel face!" the sound of your voice making him soften immediately.
"hi baby," he replied with a small laugh, fully laying down on the bed—half exhausted from tour rehearsals. "whatcha do today?"
you went on to go and talk about your busy filled work day and an encounter with a sour client. michael listened quietly from the other end, the sound of your voice easing the tension from his shoulders little by little.
“sounds like somebody needs me there t’beat him up for you,” he mumbled sleepily, tracing lazy circles into the hotel sheets beside him.
you laughed softly. “michael, please.”
“i’m serious,” he grinned to himself at the sound of your laugh. “nobody talks to my girl like that.”
you shook your head at his absurd response, the city noise outside your apartment window filtered faintly through the phone while you shifted against your couch cushions, the ice in your drink clinking quietly.
“what’re you doin’ right now?” he asked suddenly.
“laying on the couch.”
“mhm?” his voice lowered. “wearin’ what?”
you rolled your eyes despite the smile pulling at your lips. “why do you always ask me that?”
“because i like picturing you.”
god. the man had no idea what his voice did to you over the phone at night.
“just shorts… and one of your shirts,” you admitted quietly.
your answer made michael practically melt into the mattress. “my blue one?”
“yeah.” your teeth tugged at your bottom lip a tad, a satisfied hum left him at that. you could already picture the shy smile spreading across his face.
“miss me today?” he asked after a second, voice softer now.
you smiled to yourself, absentmindedly tracing the rim of your glass. “a little.”
“a little?” he repeated dramatically. “that’s all i get after being gone for almost two weeks?”
before you could tease him back, another voice suddenly echoed faintly in the background.
“hey, you want me to lock the door before i head out?”
the silence on the other end was immediate. you blinked and signaled a yes towards the male, your older neighbor who was over helping fix your broken lock, pulling the phone away slightly before placing it back to your ear. “michael?”
“…who was that?”
you frowned slightly at the sudden shift in his tone. “hm?”
“the guy.”
“oh,” you glanced toward the front door where your neighbor stood slipping his jacket on. “that’s just daniel from next door. he helped me fix my lock.”
“your lock,” michael repeated slowly.
“…yeah?” you trailed off before another moment of silence. you could practically hear him sitting up on the other end now.
“baby,” he said carefully, “why’s another man at your apartment this late?”
“because my front door literally wouldn’t close.” you protested, wholeheartedly telling the truth. michael trusted you, he was just exceptionally needy for your attention tonight.
“mhm.” he sulked. the short response immediately made you grin. he was jealous jealous.
“michael,” you laughed softly, curling your legs beneath you on the couch. “are you pouting right now?”
“i’m not pouting,” oh, he absolutely was. you heard the rustle of hotel sheets and imagined him rubbing a hand over his face dramatically. “i just don’t like it.”
your smile softened slightly. “don’t like what?”
“some guy bein’ over there while i’m all the way out here.” his voice dropped quieter then. “don’t sit right with me.”
“night, sweetheart.”
“sweetheart?” he repeated slowly.
you immediately burst into laughter, nearly curling in on yourself against the couch cushions.
“oh my god, michael.” on the other end of the line, he sat upright fully now, one hand dragging across his face while the hotel phone stayed pressed to his ear.
“nah,” he muttered under his breath. “i heard that.”
“he’s like sixty.” you lectured.
“men don’t stop bein’ men at sixty.” he chided which only caused your laughing fit to get worse.
through the front window, daniel gave you a confused little wave before stepping out into the hallway. the apartment door clicked shut behind him, finally leaving the room quiet again except for michael’s soft breathing through the receiver.
“you done?” he asked flatly.
“no,” you giggled. “you were gettin’ all jealous.”
“i was not jealous.” he objected your words.
“michael.” you knew him like the back of your hand, he knows he can’t ever get a lie past you.
“…maybe a little.” there he was. you could practically picture the pout on his face from miles away.
“baby,” he sighed quietly, flopping back dramatically against the mattress. “you gotta understand how that sounded.”
“mhm.” you listened.
“i’m serious.” his voice went up a bit in pitch this time.
“you thought i had some secret man in my apartment while i’m on the phone with you?”
“i didn’t know what t’think,” he defended softly. “all i hear is some deep voice askin’ if he should lock your door.”
another laugh escaped you.
“and then he called you sweetheart,” michael added bitterly.
michaels possessiveness and protective presence was so endearing to you, sometimes you felt bad for teasing him. “you’re adorable.”
“don’t do that.”
“do what?”
“call me adorable after stressin’ me out.”
you smiled into the phone, tucking your legs tighter beneath yourself. “you were stressed?”
“baby, i’m all the way in another country.” his voice lowered then, quieter now, a more honest shift of his tone. “course i was.”
the teasing in your expression softened instantly. there was something about hearing michael vulnerable like this that always made your chest ache a little. beneath all the fame and the screaming crowds and the flashy lights, he was still just a man who missed his girl.
you heard him shift around against the hotel sheets.
“i hate sleepin’ alone over here,” he admitted softly. “everythin’ feels too quiet.”
you leaned your head back against the couch cushion, smiling faintly. “you miss me that bad?”
“don’t start,” he mumbled, embarrassed immediately after admitting it.
“michael.” your tone was a bit more tender now.
“yes, i miss you.” his voice came out small that time. sweet, exhausted, sincere.
“i miss your perfume. miss hearin’ you walk around in the mornings.” a little pause. “miss holdin’ you.”
you swore the man could make your heart melt through a telephone line.
“you know there’s nobody else, right?” you asked gently.
“i know.” he sighed softly. “just gets in my head sometimes.”
“because you’re dramatic.” you teased.
“because i love you.” you felt your chest tighten and your stomach fill with butterflies. despite dating this man, you still had the biggest crush on him.
“i love you too, mikey.” you swirled your drink once again, probably feeling your blushing cheeks through the line.
“…you still wearin’ my shirt?”
you laughed again instantly. there was the michael you knew.
“not anymore.” you teased, again.
michael knew he was in trouble now.
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- series
pairing: jaafar jackson x black fem!oc; aurelia rivers
summary: co-stars often have to play characters even off set due to public relations? so why does this particular pr showing feel different? eyes are rolled, partners leave, bow ties are discarded on the floor and yet it feels so right.
warnings for the series: cussing, angst, co-stars to lovers, multiple characters, descriptions of outfits and other things, black american culture, nepotism, explicit sexual content, slow burn, pr stunts, social media interactions, post ‘Michael’ mega success, romcom themes, movie sets, red carpets.
settings: los angeles, new york, cape town.
saint’s presidential podium 🧿: ahhhhhhh!!!! y’all, i am so excited for this one! i’ve been experiencing severe writers block and the Michael movie has changed my entire brain chemistry and ofc, Jaafar got me biting my finger!! for the sake of any funny business, i’m renaming his fiance because niggas get weird FAST. if you don’t like my portrayal of jaafar, sorry diva.
this is about two romcom co-stars fighting their feelings while simultaneously juggling relationships. i hope you guys enjoy this oneeeeee! 🫶🏽
title based on butterflies by brent faiyaz
face claim: monaleo, the pimpcess herself
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dividers: @cursed-carmine
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