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MBJ Fics:
Built for Love Series - Michael B Jordan x Black Famous Actress OC
Face Claim: Grace Bryers
Series Summary: Charlotte Bennett was not looking for love when she moved to LA and landed her first role in Creed. Quite the opposite actually. However, her costar, Michael B Jordan, makes her question everything she once believed possible for herself and her future. As she builds a life and relationship with him, ghosts from her past threaten to destroy it all.
Series Warnings: Violence, Mentions of past experiences with DV, Angst, Mature Sexual Content
Completely random one shots that follow Charlotte & MBJ as they navigate the world as Hollywoodās Black power couple. Whether it be stardom, their work, parenthood, or relationship drama, the Jordans are building a love that will last a lifetime. (Not intended to be read in any chronological order but are listed below based on the story's timeline.)
Date Night**
Bleeding Through (1)
Oscar Night Part 2**
Falling Apart (1) (2)
Babies on Board (1)
Protective
Oscar Night Part 1**
Asks:
Nicknames
GQ Couples Quiz
Wicked Fantasies - MBJ x Black OC
Face Claim: Shannon Thornton
Series Summary: Ravenās life, as of late, was one unexpected turn after another. It seemed as though every time she got a break and could get her head above water, something came tumbling to knock her back down. As she struggles to get her foot in the door of LAās call girl scene to make extra money, she stumbles upon her big break: Michael B. Jordan, Hollywoodās most famous, talented, and notorious actor, director, and playboy. One night of pleasure for him would solve many of her continuously mounting financial problems. However, an unlucky trip to the hospital and an ill-timed flash of a paparazziās camera snag her the proposition of a lifetime, one that would solve all her problems and allow her to live out her most wicked fantasies with the sexist man alive. However, she forgot one cardinal rule: fantasies and pretend never last and reality would always come around eventually.Ā
Warnings: Mature sexual content (18+), BDSM (the whole nine), this is for the kinky girlsssssss, angst, emotional familial abuse
Double Trouble (Aaron Pierre x Black Reader x MBJ)***
Erik Killmonger Fics
Unbreakable - Erik Killmonger x Black OC - Paused
Moodboard: Coming soon!
Face Claim: Ryan Destiny
Series Summary: Naja, the younger sister of the Queen of Wakanda, hated few things. And at the top of that shortlist: Prince NāJadaka. Well, if she were honest, he was the entirety of the list. Once destined to be a princess of Wakanda, Naja was the picture of kindness and grace. Now, she is hailed as Wakandaās most fearless, dangerous, and reclusive war dog. After more than a decade of putting as much distance as possible between her and the life she almost had, Naja is forced to come face to face with the person she hates most again. With a threat looming over Wakanda and lives at risk, Naja must decide if trusting Prince N'Jadaka is worth the risk before it is too late.
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The juke is booming, drinks are flowing, music is blaring, and bodies are moving. Standing beside her against the bar were her brothers. Smoke, as always, is a quiet force of control. He watches the crowd like a predator watching their surroundings, calm until provoked. Stack on the other hand had always been the chiller twin, loud and way too proud. His aura shines bright, like a peacock waiting to be acknowledged. The smirk on his face is rooted in pride over their creation. The Moore siblings had built something just for themselves, a little slice of paradise. Smoke originally wanted something simple and easier to manage, but Stack suggested a juke, and the baby of the bunch liked that. It didnāt take long for them to convince their big brother.
āWhat I tell yaā?ā Stack asks, arms wide open as his hands motion to the large crowd before them. Their sister smiles into her glass of moonshine as she watches Smoke kiss his teeth before reluctantly nodding. Theyād run into a few issues early on; the robbery attempt, almost missing the set up timeline, bullshit payments, Mary little ass popping up - something their sister handled -, and the weird ass white folk who showed up hours ago. Despite all of that, the night had improved greatly. Most people were buying food and drinks now with real U.S. dollars. Feet were on the floor, bodies sweating and enjoying the vibes. Sammie had sung another two songs and was gearing up for a third. Pearline had just finished her second song of the night, she was getting off stage with the help of Delta Slim. Her pretty chocolate skin glistens with sweat, got her shining like a star, even in the dim lights. Her hips sway, the silver slip dress moving with her like water. Pearline was far more interesting than whatever the Moore brothers are talking about.
āIāll give it to ya.ā Smoke says, tilting his head to one side before turning to face Stack. Sandwiches between the two of them means she can hear the conversation, donāt mean sheās listening. Stack turns to Smoke, smirk growing wider as he pops his collar. Between the two of them she watches Pearline sit at the other end of the bar. Annie walks over, the two of them talk, laugh a little, and smile. Goddamn, that smile could bring a woman to her knees, pretty pearly whites shining like diamonds. Not long after Annie comes back with a glass of Italian wine.
āIāll be back.ā She tells them, tapping both of their chests before strutting off. The SmokeStack twins look away from each other. Their eyes follow their sister until she gets to Pearline. Stacks starts grinning immediately, while Smoke watches with frowned brows. They keep watching as their sister says something to Pearline before looking around. Pearline smiles, playfully rolling her eyes. Stack chuckles when their sister leans closer to Pearline, who giggles before covering her mouth with her hand. She looks up at their sister, who nods her head to the side.
āWoo boy, taught her well.ā Stack cheers with a toothy grin as he watches his sister hold her hand out and Pearline take it. The two of them disappeared around the corner, making Smoke frown before sighing. He shakes his head side to side before looking over to see a chuckling Annie.
The door swings shut making the music come through muffled. The youngest Moore sibling turns to face Pearline. Her lips curl as she looks over her old friend.
āYou got me back here, now what?ā Pearline asks, lips curling up like a winner. Licking her lips at the question, she walks closer to the object of her current desires. When Pearline is within reach, she takes a hold of her waist. Sheās a little taller, giving her the ability to look down at Pearline. She moves her face closer, until thereās barely an inch between them. Her hands grip the silk fabric and slowly start to bunch it up. Pearlineās breath shutters, huffing out against the otherās face, making her smile.
āNow, ima put my mouth on yaā.ā She smirks wider when she watches Pearline shiver as her eyes flutter shut. She eases them back until the wood of the door touches Pearlineās back. Expecting a kiss that never comes, Pearline gasps when she feels soft lips press against her thigh. Pearline looks down, her eyes are wide and her chest shakes with a heavy breath. Moving to the other thigh, she places a soft kiss there before moving up until her nose brushes over Pearline clothed pussy.
āWait! Iām not, Iām not prepared for all this. I walked here and Iāve been dancing all night.ā Pearline stops her, earning a raised brow. She grins a little, looking up at Pearline before looking back at the wet spot on her underwear. She looks back up at the beauty above her and shrugs.
āDonāt none of that matter to me, Iām woman enough to handle it, just wanna taste.ā She tells Pearine, laying another kiss to both thighs, her gaze never leaving Pearlineās. After a whimper and a couple of seconds, Pearline nods, making her smile toothily. Using her teeth she pulls Pearlineās underwear down. Whistling low she looks back up at Pearline with burning eyes.
āImma make yaā feel real good Sug.ā Was the last thing she said, a promise she delivers seconds later. Her tongue lays completely flat as she licks Pearline from hole to clit, making her gasp as she stumbles back a couple steps. She pulls Pearline back, using the grip on her dress to do so. Her tongue moves in another broad strip, this time making Pearlineās hands move to her forehead.
āMmm, yaā taste so good.ā She hums, mouth pulling back a couple of centimeters before driving back in. Her lips wrap around Pearlineās clit, earning a loud moan as her hands push against the head between her legs. Her tongue keeps moving, flicking back and forth over the little button of pleasure as her mouth suckles around it.
āMy god.ā Pearline moans as her head falls back against the door. She moves her hands so she can hold the Moore womanās head. Her back arches when the other woman moves down, licking at her hole and rubbing her nose over her clit.
The smirk on her face only grows when Pearline whines. The feeling of a tongue wiggling around licking at her walls is enough to make her legs grow unsteady. She hums as the taste floods her mouth, divine, better than the Irish beer and Italian wine stolen from Chicago. Her hums turn into a moan when Pearline tugs at her curly strands. She moves her face in closer, pushing her tongue deeper as her hands shift until her thumb lays over Pearlineās clit.
She looks up from her spot between heaven, watching the beautiful faces Pearline makes as she moans unabashedly. Her mouth and tongue move in sync, tongue fucking Pearline while sucking on her lower lips. Her thumb starts moving up and down at a pace thatās more teasing than purposeful.
āI-Iām already gon-na cum.ā Pearline gasps, shocked by the fact that her release was already approaching. Her hips chase the feeling of the warm and slick tongue thrusting up inside of her. She begins to moan when she feels the woman between her legs pulling back.
āLemme taste it, please Sug.ā Pearline whimpers at her words, making her smile before she dives back in. Her tongue thrusts up faster and she moves her head with each one to make sure she gets as deep as she can. The thumb working Pearlineās clit speeds up until sheās a mess. Her legs tremble, her back is arched out far, eyes squeezed shut, and mouth open wide as a new song leaves her throat. Pearlineās grip tightens when her body locks up.
She groans against Pearline, tongue and thumb still moving despite the slight sting in her scalp. The vibrations send Pearline over the edge. The moan she lets out is loud and articulates her pleasure loud and clearly. And if the moans didnāt do it, her release did. Her cum flows into the other womanās mouth. Her tongue slips out and then her mouth closes around Pearlineās pussy, cleaning her release, occasionally flicking her clit.
When Pearline comes down and is back in a stable position, she moves back with a cocky smirk. Her tongue purposefully drags over her bottom lip slowly before doing the same to the top one. She keeps eye contact with Pearline as she kisses each of her thighs before letting her dress fall down. Slowly she rises to her feet until sheās standing at eye level with Pearline and the two of them stand nose to nose.
āSweeter than I imagined.ā She whispers against Pearlineās lips. She feels the other womanās shaky breath and then her lips pressed against her own. Their lips move against each other, her hands move back to Pearlineās hips, pulling her closer. Moaning against her mouth, Pearlineās hands grab her arms. Her own taste floods her tastebuds as their kiss grows more intense.
āI- I wanna try.ā Pearline whispers after they pull away to breathe. Her eyes move side to side as she watches the other womanās reaction. Said womanās eyes go a little wide before that smirk is back on her face.
āYou sure?ā The tilt in her voice is light and playful, but her question is serious. She doesnāt want to make Pearline feel obligated to do anything, but the thought of her mouth on her is so tempting. Her insides clench as wetness slicks her panties and tingles run through her body. Pearline nods, lips curling at the corners as her excitement at the thought grows.
āWho am I to tell a goddess no.ā The Moore woman asks, the smirk on her face turns into a toothy grin as she moves back. Her hands fuss with the belt on her pants before popping open the buttons and sliding the zipper down. Her eyes move back up to see an eager Pearline, which only makes her pull her pants and underwear down as quickly as she could without looking desperate. Tilting her head to the side as a silent invite and a loud challenge.
Pearline slowly drops to her knees, crawling forward until sheās close enough to see the other womanās dripping pussy. When Pearline looks up, itās clear sheās a little nervous, but that doesnāt stop her. Doing what was done to her, she moves in until her tongue licks a strip up the otherās pussy.
Miss Moore moans from deep in her chest. Her hips chase Pearlineās tongue as her hands itch to grab Pearline and move her the way she wants. She balls her hands into fists by her sides as she watches Pearline kitten lick at her clit.
āFuck.ā She mumbles breathily as she rolls her hips forward. Pearlineās hands move between the other womanās legs. Using two fingers to spread her folds, Pearlineās tongue licks flat lines across the whole of the pussy in front of her. The feeling of the warm tongue licking the rim of her entrance makes her chest shake with a groan that turns into a moan when the tongue dips inside of her. One of the hands by her side moves until sheās gripping Pearlineās shoulder.
āDamn Sug, just like that.ā She moans, head falling back as her fingers move to the back of Pearlineās neck as she rolls her hips against her tongue. Pearline hums against her, enjoying the taste and the feel of the pussy humping her lower face. She removes her tongue before moving back up to the bundle of nerves she knows all too well. Her fingers move with her mouth, spreading the lower lips to expose her clit.
āFuck, fuuck.ā The Moore woman moans loudly as Pearlineās tongue constantly flicks her clit. Her grip on Pearlineās neck tightens as she brings her closer. Getting the memo, Pearline wraps her mouth around the other womanās clit and immediately begins sucking. Pearlineās tongue speeds up making her eyes roll back as her body starts to tremble.
āJust like that, d-donāt stop.ā She groans quietly, eyes squeezing shut before opening. She encourages Pearline, whining her hips in circles as she chases the feeling rolling around in her stomach. She looks up at the ceiling, slowly starting to smile as the moment catches up and sinks in. Her smug attitude starts to fade as pleasure takes over her mind.
āSooo close, fuuuck.ā Her moans break into silence as her mouth drops open into a perfect O. Her fingers release Pearlineās neck making their way through her hair. Her body locks up, stomach tenses before fluttering, and her eyes roll into the back of her head as her orgasm washes over her. Pearline keeps her tongue moving slowly as her mouth stops sucking. Pearline eyes her, watching euphoria fully engulf her.
Her hands slide from Pearlineās hair to her shoulders as she moves back. Her chest moves up and down as she calms herself. She shakes her head lightly before releasing a deep and shaky breath.
āAs good as I imagined.ā Pearline says with a sweet smile as she seductively raises to her feet again. She uses her thumb to wipe the juices off her face before licking her thumb clean. The youngest Moore sibling moans low in her throat as she pulls her slacks up and starts the process of securing them around her waist again.
āGood to see you again Sug.ā She tells Pearline as she brushes her thumb along the side of her face. Pearline smiles before nuzzling into her old friendās touch. She smiles, watching Pearline for a second before pulling her closer.
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Note: for everyone who, last year, begged for more Gale smut in this universe, here it is. It had to wait in drafts with all its friends due to needing some other segments published to make this one make sense, although this one is all porn, little plot. No for real, itās nasty af and this boy hasnāt gone to therapy but thereās also love. Lots of love. And smut. Again, not much plot to be missed here š
Warnings: nasty af, if this aināt your jam, please avail yourself of the exit, I get fully it. 18+ for smut, also vague allusions to past abuse, gender confusion and the inner turmoil of a Bi man in the 1940ās, Gale Cleven being a dream sub boy after a long days work? Uh, thatās probs all? Squirting? No PIV sec just handies, etc. If thatās not your jam, again, feel free to bail š
Circa: 1946
On these days Maureen often picks him up. The bike is not a fitting mode of conveyance for a man moonlighting as a respectable officer, and though he often gets ribbed by his new navy buddies for his missus picking him up like a kid at school: Maureen is a busy woman. She goes about town, she works at the school and she needs the car while Gale is trapped at one place for work, or else up in the sky, for nine hours a day -whatās he need the car for during that time?
And something about the easy-hearted ribbing does him good, no one knows him here, not well enough to think twice about being delicate or nice or to take care not to push his buttons.
Gale likes how utterly regular he is here, he likes what an old man heās become, another veteran who thinks he knows best and already has a wife who pulls up and ensures he has to go home so he canāt go to the bar with the cadets. Maureen plays her part admirably, pulling up to the sidewalk with her end-of-the-day cosmetics glowing just a tad too shiny from the salt air and heat, with her eyes happy to see him and her mouth authoritative about not letting the meatloaf get cold in a way that scares his cadets worse than anything he could ever do.
Gale enjoys enacting the sheepish dip of his head into the car, the wasteful blast of coolant on his blushing cheeks as he folds himself into the passenger seat: the future evening of word games and domesticity and sexless reserve that his boys anticipate for him.
This too feels like a game, one just humiliating enough to make him feel utterly known, just dangerous enough to feel alive, abundantly tender enough to make him feel cherished.
Maureen drives all this way back and forth, morning and evening along their coastal highway, to ferry him to work and she does it because theyāre married and she for one likes to act like it.
One handed she pulls them away from the curb, white glove on a white lacquered wheel, sheās fucking perfect and Gale knows whatās beneath those gloves and his mouth waters at this game once more. One handed she pulls away and the other hand waves to his boys, self aware and chirpy and pitying all at once at their bachelordom. Single handedly she steers away into the roundabout lanes that form the circle in front of the base while waving, single handedly she drives the car into the bend when her gloved and waving hand drops and grips Galeās crotch like a loving vice.
Hot electric reasoning shoot up his thighs and he feels like heās breathing for the first time today, first time at least since he made his last touchdown today. Alive, wheels skidding along a tarmac, cadet scared shitless and proud in front, with Gale as the useless clapping squad in back.
Such was the life of a flight instructor.
Her hand makes it all very real, very satisfying, something worthwhile. He feels his blood rush. The feeling is not just in his thighs anymore.
āWave to your boys, dear.ā she teases him but her hand is no joking matter and it tightens against him until he manages a fuck-off sort of wave and Maureen vocalizes a small sound of happy approval before gunning it onto the Boulevard.
And thatās Galeās day done, no more need to be good or perfect, heās waved the boys off and put in his shift and heās done now. He feels like heās melting into the seat, his head thudding back against the leather headrest -a deep red like all the accents in this white carās interior, except for the white steering wheel, and even it juts out from a white lacquered steering dash. Maureen is still spinning the damn well and easily grasping him with the other gloved hand. His legs fall further open, his droopy eyes utterly transfixed by the glint of her wrist watch on her tanned skin, peeking out from the gloves hem.
āFuck.ā Gale heaves out at the sight, he loves this little life they play at, he loves her gloves and her old army watch; the way she drives a car like a man and palms at him before heās even waved goodbye to his green recruits. He tries to hold on to this moment, the feel of her palm rubbing circles on his cockhead, dragging his slacks across tender skin in a circle that mimics that of her other hand taking the wheel around a turn, the feel of salt air hitting his nose when they turn into the highway, headed home, no groceries to be gotten, no friends to see. He loves this little life and he tries to remember that, to remind himself heās got nothing to be running from as often as he does. Whoād want anything else. It makes no sense at all. Heās never going to again.
His heart clenches at the lie. What kinda fucked is he to leave this. Because heās going to again, just like he did three months ago and seven before that. He can almost feel the crawling itch spreading beneath his skin.
āDonāt cum in my car.ā Maureen registers the tenseness that takes over him, and Galeās head that was growing all too jumbled with itchy thoughts, suddenly stills into a muffled fog, the itch flees from his forearms and calves and instead he can feel his cock wagging against her knuckles in a pathetic attempt to dribble out a little more of the pressure. One crease of a thigh feels wet, he must be leaking everywhere.
They pass the Seashell Motelās freshly painted sign with its blue and pink lettering and he knows heās got ten minutes ahead. Heās not at all sure he can hold on but then: first day of work when she first did this -first time she picked him up and grabbed his cock and told him to wave and then drove one handedly home- he had talked back and told her to stop touching him if she wanted him to last.
āThought you prized discipline, Major Cleven.ā his wife had retorted, āOr maybe that was only in the Air Force.ā
With all the hurt pride of a newly minted Navy man, Gale had taken that personally and gritted his teeth and dug bloody crescents into his palms, braced his feet to the floorboards and when Maureen put it in park he had staggered out hard as a rock onto their home dock and into their boat house and hadnāt made it three feet before she flicked open his belt, pulled him out, dropped to her knees, tapped his puffy pink head on her lower lip and heād shot his load on her tongue.
Heād not cum in the car, though.
He wonāt today either, he puffs out his cheeks and he sees Maureen dare to look away from the flat stretch of road to glance his way, he looks stupid and she looks so loving and then her eyes flick back to the road and he lets his breath out in a low whistle. It calms the inevitable spurt between his legs but it also clears the fog in his head, six miles out from home and heās starting to think thoughts again and if he was a man of impulse he might whine over that development.
The sharp bolt of pleasure that is Maureenās nailless thumb thing into his slit banishes them and he groans, thankful and close, it gets lost in the road noise and the rushing delight of the sea air roaring through the open windows. Sheās going far faster than fifty five miles an hour and Gale lolls his head to the side and watches her firm chin and the posture of her driving and his heart thuds hard in his chest. Her nose that turns up just so.
He wants to kiss it. He has become a man of impulse in some ways. So long as those ways arenāt too pathetic. Hauling himself upright and over the middle seat and into her space and turning the face of a driving motorist to his own so he can, in fact, kiss her nose, doesnāt seem pathetic at all, itās risky and itās rash and Gale loves the way she doesnāt even flinch or pull away. When he senses the kiss has lasted long enough to endanger others if not themselves, he pulls away and Maureenās eyes are on him briefly and not the road when he pulls out of her line of sight.
āMy sweet boy.ā she murmurs and looks back to the road, the hand once happily torturing him, securing him in place, tethering him to the earth, raises up and pets his cheek before her gloved fingers slip into his mouth and pull his head down to the seat, to her lap. He goes, lets her slide her fingers over his tongue, realizing the salty wetness already there is his precum. Gale wishes he could suck her off on some coastal road trip, he closes his eyes, feels the rough fingers thrusting closer down his tongue, tastes the salt, imagines it and his hips cant futile and desperate into the air.
āThatās it, thatās it, feels so nice, such a warm mouth, huh?ā she mutters above him and he is fully afloat now, it feels so good with the car seat vibrating beneath his back, his cock drooling uselessly against his leg beneath his trousers and Maureen thrusting her fingers into his mouth. āYouāre gonna make me cum.ā she gasps suddenly, almost a reprimand she sounds so surprised, Gale just moans and almost falls to the floorboard when she turns without shifting down, the pitted road a sure sign theyāre home. She takes her spit soaked hand and grasps the gear shift, slowing the car properly for the residential stretch of gravel and Galeās heart clenches at the sight of her grasping the thing. Heās fully lost it and he laughs at himself.
She laughs too. Fully in on it, but far more eager and desperate than him as the car lurches to a stop.
āDo I need to get your door?ā she sounds perfectly willing and after regaining thought for enough moments to remember he can in fact sit up, open his door and walk out without her, Gale grunts in the negative. āAlright.ā she allows and he does just that, with a grunt and a hiss at how alive his body is and he follows her out of the glinting late afternoon sun, across the dock, along their own little ramp with its pretty painted decals and into the bobbing little structure they call home.
The door clicks and Gale almost hits his knees before she tells him to. She does though, kindly but heās already going and on a technicality he might be forgiven as obeying an order but they both know he was at it first.
āI need to cum.ā she tells him and part of the usual instructions are left out and he is puzzled by that. Puzzled still when she is right up to him, undoing her pleated trousers right at eye level, his head knocking back into the small piece of wall furniture that holds their mail on top and their various boots and shoes below. Puzzled when she shucks her pants and nothing else, props a foot up on the side piece furniture and instead of dragging his face to what he can see is a glistening mass of auburn curls, just grabs his hair and keeps his face bent back, itās so reminiscent, so male he feels the want surge down his spine once more and, no longer supported by a car bench seat, his drawn up balls throb in his slacks with an excruciatingly acute need.
He focuses on the familiar yet mildly wrong hand in his hair, he zones in on the glittery pink expanse of her, folded and open and womanly, he licks his lips with surety that he can taste her by mere proximity, and quietly looses his mind when she puts her gloved hand back to his mouth and tells him, āHelp me take them off.ā
Cotton mouthed and with a tongue weighing a ton, Gale nips at the gloveās fingers, careful in his haste not to nip the fingers themselves and after a few rushed and failed attempts he cools himself and tries again, resolute and determined like he should be and he hears her hum in approval as the fabric peels off.
āPerfect.ā she commends him, her typical hoarse voice gone so deep it makes him shudder, and her hand slips out of the glove that is still clenched between his teeth and it comes out a perfect patchwork of ugly white scars on tanned flesh and Gale longs for them to be near his mouth again. āDrop it, darling.ā she tells him and it takes a minute for the order to sift through his faux realities but it does in time, and he lets the glove go from between his teeth. It lands on the floor between them, sodden and unheeded. āI need these slick.ā sheās presenting her bare fingers to him and he pulls against the tug of her other hand in his hair to obey, it makes her laugh at his eagerness and he knows sheās pleased but she is the one to bring them to his face, to work with the tilt she has on his head, to breach his lips and slide them along his tongue.
He moans like heās the one getting blown. He lets it be messy, like he learned how, letās the spit collect and letās it slick her up like she liked, lets the nosies slap about their small home and his eyes close to appreciate that wet chorus like heās not the one doing it. He feels so good he could float away on it.
āOpen your eyes, sweet boy, open them for me.ā Maureenās one leg must be aching from holding all her weight, her other still propped up in his face by the foot near his head. āNeed you to watch this, see how much you make me want you- how good you are at this, need you not to miss your reward.ā
Gale licks his lips, ready for his hair to be released, for the tug to bend his neck downwards, for the salty sweet taste of a woman on his tongue.
But she doesnāt move him, she keeps him there and the hand on his mouth leaves and comes between her own legs, right at his line of sight, and there she thrashes her spit soaked hand against the puffy bud between her legs and a flick of the wetness flies and hits his cheek. He can hear the sound he makes. Itās inhuman and wanting and dark and he cannot claim it as his own at this moment but he thinks he wonāt be able to breathe much longer if she wonāt let him taste her, he thinks itāll break his heart if she ends this little fiction right now and lets him lick her. He doesnāt know what he wants but he feels utterly known right now as his wife holds his face up and -well if she were a man, if she were Bucky, if he were Bucky, heād call it jacking off, sheās jacking of on his face. He canāt seem to even swallow his own spit at the moment.
Maureen sounds like sheās torturing herself quite briefly, thereās no way she can keep up that frantic friction of her hand for long but it seems to be killing her as is and she starts letting out little cries that are nothing like the sweet helpless ones he digs out of her womb when heās inside her. āHere it is baby, here it comes, so good for me, so good youāve made me crazy, open that pretty mouth Gingerale, open that mouth up so I canāā
Claim it, yes yes, he thinks, claim it, coat it, fucking ruin me please.
āMine, youāre mine.ā she swears to him and he turns it vicious and jealous in his head just to make the high last longer, to add to the effect and then to his shock, he feels the wet spray of her on his face, her hand still rubbing frantically as little clear spurts of pleasure fling out and across his face, wet and salty and it could be a man or a hose or his wife itās so nebulous a drenching, but it is his wife and Galeās tongue about tears itself out of his own mouth in his angst to catch it all. What it doesnāt catch tickles his cheeks and collects in his lashes and drips from his chin into the proper navy collar of a respectable man. She makes noises as she calms down, a few jerking cries as the last gushes squirt out.
Her leg falls from beside his head, her bare thighs shaking terribly and he canāt move a inch, her hand still so tight in his hair. Panting down at him, her face is almost as deep a red as her hair. She takes her foot and presses it to his crotch and he makes a sound that should belong strictly to dogs. āSo good for me,ā she pants, her voice wrecked and his heart hasnāt managed a beat in half a minute, heāll be ok though, sheāll see to that, āI want you to come now. Now youāve made me feel so good.ā
It should probably take more but it never does. Galeās hips jerk against her foot and she lets his head go and he sags forward, face buried into her belly where her silky mauve shirt bunches up and he moans for the long while it takes for all of it to ooze out unprovoked. His wife pets him all the while, one hand sweetly combing through his hair, the other firm on his neck, not letting him straighten up until heās truly through. Itās just the right side of demanding and Gale typically clenches and jerks through it for an insufferable amount of time and comes to while slumped against her hip utterly satisfied.
āThere really is meatloaf this time.ā Maureen tells him after what could be two minutes or an hour, and she sounds herself again if a little hoarse. āAnd Iām getting worried for your knees.ā
He pulls away and sniffs, face tacky from tears and- female ejaculate, he supposes, stunned and yet accepting. Theyāll need to talk. Not now though. Right now he thinks of standing up and he is supported in that mission only by the feel of Maureenās hand carding through his hair at the nape of his neck.
āItās Tillyās recipe.ā she informs him, very happy, very natural, very wifely.
Feeling comes back to Galeās legs in painful pinpricks. He puts his hands on her hips and heaves himself up until he is his full height and she is staring up at him calm and deceptively careless. āIām gonna shower.ā he tells her, booping her nose as he cannot fathom kissing her with a face this sticky, and she nods in agreement, knowing heās not fully back but will be, knowing heās got her pinned somewhere between wife and- it doesnāt matter anymore.
āIāll set the table.ā
āAlright.ā
She sets the table, he showers. He leaves the door open so she can come in if something bad happens to him in there. Nothing bad happens. The itch doesnāt come back at all that night. They get some ketchup on the crossword puzzle but itās alright. Itās their home, they can do what they damn well please. Gale canāt recall why it is he ever wants to leave.
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